Friday, September 12, 2014

A Suitable Position Chapter 6

Below is part 6 of ASP, thanks again to all who have commented and indicated their liking for the story so far, without feedback it’s hard to know if people are enjoying it, so it’s much appreciated. The intention is to continue this for a few more chapters but life does have a habit of getting in the way and with a serial that can be a major challenge. As I’ve mentioned previously there have been some very unwelcome interruptions recently and while I can’t promise anything I will try to continue for another two chapters at least. Hope you enjoy it.


A Suitable Position©

Chapter 6

A Minor Indiscretion

After his employer had closed the bathroom door behind her a wave of despondency washed over Robert. Everything had moved so fast in the last twenty four hours his brain seemed incapable of processing the sequence of events that had led to him to now being dressed as a servant girl. While he was not exactly being physically held prisoner leaving her employ was nevertheless out of the question, not least because she held his passport but more importantly because of the serious view taken in the jurisdiction with regard to breach of contract as he had recently discovered from Greta. Of course his own physical appearance particularly that damned feminine chest of his- he could not bring himself to refer to them as breasts – did not help and in truth this may well be the real cause of his incarceration in women’s clothing or more to be more accurate - a ghastly maid’s uniform. There had to be a way out of this nightmare but he needed a lot of time to think about it and right now he felt, looking at the several of items of clothing scattered around the luxurious bedroom, he had other and more immediate issues to take care of. 
“So this is what I’ve become” he said under his breath “a lady’s maid, another name for a personal skivvy. Now I understand what Greta means about having to perform such menial tasks, for heaven’s- picking up her underwear. Couldn’t she do this herself?”
Despite his deep resentment at his unwilling and practically forced feminisation not to mention his subsequent appointment as Frau Kirchen’s probationary lady’s maid he knew that he had to create the illusion that at the very least he was making an effort to do his best to justify her faith, misplaced as it was  in him. Failure to make a good impression he felt may well land him in deeper trouble. For some inexplicable reason this woman was deluded in the belief that appointing him as her personal maid was akin to bestowing a great favour on him however he decided that as she would reappear shortly this was not the best time to devote too much time to the problem and had better just get on with it. He began by picking up her discarded lingerie and foundation wear and for some inexplicable reason he held the white silk panties to his face and inhaled her powerful intimate scent he had never done this before and he felt a rush of excitement grow in his groin. He then turned his attention to the satin ivory slip and buried his face in the soft material greedily breathing in the delicate floral aroma of her perfume. The sound of a bottle dropping in the bathroom brought him to his senses and he quickly folded the garments placing them in a neat pile on one of the chairs. He thought it would make a good impression if he knocked on the bathroom door and offered his help.
“I heard something Madam, do you require assistance” he said and winced at how abjectly servile he sounded.
“No Daphne it’s quite all right I just dropped the shampoo. What an attentive boy you are” she called back clearly impressed by her new maid’s alertness.
Dressed as he was he once more found this pointed reference to his true sex an unwelcome reminder of what he had now become. However he took great comfort in the thought that he had easily managed to deceive her with this false display of subservience.
A small victory but a victory nonetheless, he thought.
He felt a little pride creep back into his being and even managed a little spring in his step as he crossed the room to resume his tasks. This did not last long as he began reading the note she had left for him outlining his duties as her new maid, he cringed as his eyes scanned its contents it would fall to him to hand wash the very items he had just removed from her person. He had little time to dwell on this as he heard the shower stop and knew it would not be long before she emerged from the bathroom, he quickly set about assembling the required clothing which presented little problem as he was now familiar with the drawers in which they were kept. He laid them out on the bed, panties and stockings, a high open-bottomed girdle with the embroidered initials RK in the satin panelling  exactly the same as the one he was forced to wear, a long line bra and a deep burgundy satin slip. He returned to her cavernous closet to retrieve the taffeta dress she required, luckily it was the same colour as the slip so was easily identifiable amongst the tens of dozens of dresses she had hanging there. He couldn’t help but notice how sensuous the soft material was as he carried it to the bed where he took great care in laying it out alongside her underwear he returned to the closet and fetched the matching shoes. No matter how hard he tried the many mirrors placed around the room made it impossible for him to avoid seeing the smartly uniformed maid busily going about her or more accurately his lowly tasks. The little boost he had gotten minutes earlier now disappeared, he loathed the image thrown back at him and was crestfallen at being powerless to do anything about it but these thoughts vanished with the emergence of Frau Kirchen from the bathroom. She made her way to the bed and closely inspected each item of clothing he had laid out, he waited hands folded over his apron awaiting her opinion.
“Excellent” she said after what seemed an eternity “I think you may just have what it takes to be a lady’s maid.”
He had to fight hard to prevent recoiling at her remark but understood immediately she meant it as a compliment and had little choice in his reply.
“Thank you Madam”
She untied her robe and allowed it fall to the ground he rushed to pick it up and lay it on the ottoman. Much as he tried to avert his eyes he couldn’t help but gaze on her statuesque body, her breasts were large but perfectly formed and the weight she carried around her midriff did in no way take from her figure. Her thighs were large but muscular like those of an athlete, a cross county skier perhaps and he was astonished to see her pubic mound was entirely hairless. He had never seen a woman so smooth and couldn’t take his eyes off it, he could feel an unwelcome swelling rise between his own legs. This did not go unnoticed.
“Do you like what you see? Probably a little excited downstairs, eh?” she said.
His mouth dried up and he knew his face had betrayed him he could only nod unable to stem the blood from engorging his penis, he felt his knees tremble at the magnificent sight in front of him.
“On your knees” she ordered and sat on the bed opening her legs, as he knelt on the floor she motioned him closer so his face was just centimetres from her vulva.
She looked down on him with a mixture of dismay and weariness in the way a teacher would express disappointment in a promising young schoolboy and continued,
“You are probably experiencing some confusing emotions perhaps even still thinking of yourself as a male with all those horrible testosterone urges, these feelings are also probably making you forget what your new role is, isn’t that right dear?”
“Yes Madam” he replied trying to surpress the tormenting pulses between his legs.
“Now tell me what your name is?” she said tilting her head and fixing him with piercing violet eyes. 
He looked up at her and could feel the shame form a lump in his throat as he gave his reply.
“Daphne, Madam.”
“Daphne? now enlighten me is Daphne a boy’s name?” she asked.
“No Madam.” he muttered.  
“A girl’s name then?” she continued.
Shamefully he could only nod his agreement.
“I see and tell me Daphne, what is your role in my household?” she asked.
“A lady’s maid Madam, your lady’s maid.” he mumbled, he could feel the blood rapidly draining from his member as his humiliation continued.
“A lady’s maid.” she repeated “and do tell me Daphne, is a lady’s maid usually male?”
“No, Madam.” he said quietly.
“And are you a male…..Daphne?” she continued the interrogation.
“Yes … I mean no…. I mean……. I don’t know…” he stammered his penis now shrunk completely.
“You don’t know?” she repeated “well I suppose that’s only to be expected, you do seem a little confused so I will try to make it simpler for you. Would a boy have to wear a bra?”
“No Madam.” he said suddenly feeling mentally shattered and completely demoralised.
“Or a maid’s uniform?” she pressed him.
“No, Madam.” he answered his voice now no more than a whisper.
“So it is probably fair to say you are more feminine than masculine, more girl than boy?” she asked.
By now he was close to tears and only wanted this torture to end.
“Yes Madam.” he practically sobbed.
“I’m so glad we’ve established that” she said looking down imperiously at the whimpering boy “it’s so important that you know your place and be constantly aware of how conduct yourself. A lady’s maid is by definition a female and while you may not be quite atomically female you do have certain feminine characteristics and as you have just admitted you  probably feel more feminine than masculine  so it is most important in the light of your new position as my maid that you now comport  yourself in an exclusively feminine manner. So, for example when you undress and see me naked you will look upon me as, say Greta or Miss Clarissa or any other female would- as one female to another, taking into account the obvious and major consideration that of course  I am the Mistress and you are my maid. Do you understand me?”  
“I think so Madam” he whimpered.
She picked up the dressing gown and handed it to him as she he held out her arms for him to slide it up them, tying the belt herself.
“I suppose you reaction may have been understandable” she continued “but I have also noticed that while you give the impression of  accepting your new post as my maid I think I detect a degree of unwillingness on your part which unsettles me somewhat. Of course I may be wrong but I feel it prudent to take measures now rather than remedial action at a later stage which would be painful for both of us. I always find a salutatory lesson now will go a long way to encourage you in your efforts to become a better servant. Now get up and bend over the bed lifting your skirts and slip.”
“I’m very sorry Madam, it won’t happen again.” he desperately pleaded the seriousness of his offence now becoming clear and cursing himself for not disguising his attitude better.
“Perhaps, but I find there is nothing like a few strokes on the posterior to act as a gentle reminder. Don’t worry, it won’t be too painful as you may remain girdled thus absorbing some of the punishment and as it’s your first offence I shall only use a hairbrush.
He desperately wanted to protest or at the very least reason with her but the resolute look on her face dissuaded him from even making an attempt. He meekly assumed the required position and adding even more insult to injury he obediently raised the skirt of his uniform and the slip underneath, hoping to hide his shame he buried his face in the softness of the satin quilt to await his punishment.
“Self-control, Daphne, self-control” she repeated as he felt her hand caress the smooth nylon od the girdle stretched tautly over his buttocks, she continued “yes self- control is what you require, the suppression of those horrible male urges. Isn’t that right, my pretty boy?” she said as the first blow fell on his right cheek.
“Yes Madam” he answered wincing as the brush landed on his girdled bottom.
“Yes Madam, indeed. Daphne I’m afraid you have a lot to learn about self-discipline which is why I’m teaching you this valuable lesson. Do you understand?” she intoned warming to her task as she applied the second stroke.
“Yes Madam” he replied as it arrived with more force on his left cheek.
“You have been a complacent and ill -disciplined girl…..  no, that’s not atomically correct I suppose perhaps  girlyboy is a better word, as you display the characteristics of both sexes, ” she said, the tone of disappointment clear in her voice as she administered the third stinging slap of the brush “now tell me what have you been?”
“A complacent and ill-disciplined…. he sobbed.
A fourth sharper stroke acted as a reminder.
“GIRLYBOY” he yelped the sound of the horrible word causing more discomfort than the brush.
“That’s right, a girlyboy. Now you do wish to become a well –mannered and disciplined maid, don’t you?” she cooed as the brush came down for the fifth time.
“Yes Madam” he groaned his cheeks twitching under the sharp sting.
“Do you actually know what makes a good maid Daphne?” she asked, now rubbing his girdle gently allowing him a small respite before delivering the sixth and final sharp smack.
“No Madam” he whimpered through salty tears as his hips writhed from the hard thwack of the brush.
Obedience, discretion, devotion and subservience to one’s Mistress. Do you think you could master these qualities Daphne?” she enquired of the sobbing boy.
“Yes Madam” he blurted relieved his humiliation was over.
“Then repeat them my darling girlyboy” she said before the instrument of correction found its target for the coup de grace.
“Obedience, discretion, devotion and subservience to my Mistress, Madam” he sobbed as he buried his head once more in the satin quilt.
“Good girl” she said “now Robert, and I am addressing you as a male for a good reason, you  must realise that these are attributes of which unfortunately the male sex has little experience and sadly even less interest in gaining a reasonable understanding of, which as you have found to your cost has resulted in a humiliating but I hope enlightening experience. These are essential traits that I require in my maid and ones you must assimilate if you are not to find yourself on the receiving end of another punishment, which I assure you will be more severe. I do hope I have made myself clear, you may get up now.”
He struggled off the bed, the hot tears welling up in his eyes as he fixed his slip and dress, Frau Kirchen handed him the hairbrush and he returned it to the dressing table.
“I sincerely hope you have learned your lesson” she continued at the sorry sight in front of her and fixing him with that intense stare.
“Yes Madam” he answered very slowly recovering some composure now that his uniform was back in place, he noticed she had arched her eyebrows as if she required a further response. He completed his humiliation by being forced into expressing his gratitude for his punishment.
“Thank you Madam.” he said quietly and curtsied.
This had the desired effect and a pleasant smile broke out on her face.
“It is most important” she explained “that in your new position you understand how to behave in the presence of ladies who may be in various states of undress. You must be attentive and never display those horrible base characteristics associated with the male sex as you have done so earlier.” She looked at him intently and he felt himself blushing before she resumed her lecture.
“You must also remember while your sex may be notionally male your gender as my maid must be unquestionably female, lady’s maids should be engaged and observant and as you have found out always discreet. Do you understand?”
“Yes Madam” he said hoping he sounded genuine, which he was as he had no desire to go through such a degrading experience again.
“Good girl” she said, satisfied that he had learned his lesson “now fetch me the dark green box on the dressing table.”
He retrieved the box and curtsied as he handed it over.

“Turn around” she ordered.
He was fearful that this was another punishment and was amazed to find her hands come over his head and fit a choker of pearls snugly around his neck.
“You surprised me by showing such fortitude in the way you received your punishment.” she whispered softly as she gently locked the clasp “a rare characteristic in servant girls these days and a trait I find most admirable in a lady’s maid. I believe in rewarding such qualities. On my last trip to Berlin I purchased this from a small but expensive artisan jeweller.”
She led him by the hand to the dressing table and stood beside him facing the mirror. Wearing a maid’s uniform and women’s restrictive underwear was a truly mortifying experience and he was constantly reminded of the fact with every movement of his body but seeing his reflection in a mirror together with that of his employer was extremely humiliating, yet  another reminder of how far he had fallen since he arrived in this household. The close fitting choker was about seven centimetres wide and as he viewed his reflection it looked and felt as if he was wearing a collar like a pet dog or cat or even worse …a slave, this was yet another symbol not only of his servitude but more importantly her dominance over him. Despite these thoughts running through his head he couldn’t help but notice the genuinely contented look on her face as she smiled back at him from the mirror and he realised that while he saw this  as one more badge of shame  she obviously saw this as a gift for his courageous response in a very difficult situation. While he still felt degraded he remembered Greta telling him that even though Madam was strict she was also a very generous employer, he now knew what she meant and felt this was an opportunity to get back into her good books, plans for a rebellion would have to wait. In the circumstances discretion was the better part of valour. She moved behind him and adjusted the choker slightly and gazing at both their reflections in the mirror said,
“My how pretty you look Daphne, these pearls certainly suit your complexion.”
“Thank you Madam, it is beautiful, you are a very generous mistress.” he said deliberately using that hated word to confirm his servile status desperately hoping to convince her of his subservience. From somewhere he managed to create what he hoped looked like a genuine smile and bobbed a curtsy.
“Excellent I think you are finally beginning to understand the true nature of our relationship, mistress and maid. It is most important that the maid uses such a respectful form of address and indeed should be used subliminally.” she beamed clearly delighted at his deferential attitude and fingering the choker continued “now you must only wear this when you are acting as my lady’s maid, naturally pearls would appear far too ostentatious while working as a housemaid.” she instructed, “now time to get dressed.”
He set about his task with his painful and humiliating lesson not only fresh in his mind but also  on his buttocks, he knelt and held out the full-cut white silk panties for her to step into and was the soul of discretion averting his eyes as he gently pulled them up and over her hips. He had some trouble with various aspects of her underwear particularly the firm open bottom girdle which was a struggle to pull up and the zipper proved to be slightly troublesome but he eventually managed. 
“You have very delicate hands” she said and paused for a moment as he manfully struggled trying to close her bra.” so unlike Greta‘s, she has great big shovels of hands, it was like having a ploughman as my maid.”
“Thank you Madam” he answered, embarrassed by her compliment as he again knelt and began slipping on her silk stockings and listened carefully as she instructed him on how to fasten them to the garters on the girdle.
“Not bad, however I’m sure you will improve with practice.” she announced at his first attempt at the intricate and unfamiliar procedure.
He lifted the satin burgundy slip over her head and stood back as she adjusted the straps to her liking and remembering her words about being attentive he helped settle the slip around her knees. She acknowledged this with a smile.
“You may watch me apply my make-up it should help you when you have to put your own face on.” she said.
This seemed like death by a thousand feminine cuts, his masculinity faced yet another assault as he now realised he would be required to wear make-up, he followed her to the dressing table where for what seemed like an eternity he had his first lesson in how to apply make-up.  He suspected this was a trial of his commitment to his new position and he resolved to pay close attention. When she finished she ordered him to put her into her dress, a simple enough task which he managed without too much trouble and locating the zipper soon had the process completed. The word “attentive” still ringing in his ears he dropped to his knees again and gingerly lifted her foot into the four inch stiletto carefully placing the strap around her elegant ankle and gently buckling it, repeating the procedure with her left foot.
“Good boy” she purred glancing down at him with a patronising look, a look a parent or teacher would give a child when they achieved some simple task, adding “as an act of repentance you may kiss my hem.”
He was repulsed by this request but felt this was a test of his obedience and conscious that she astutely perceived his lack of enthusiasm which resulted in his punishment he performed this further humiliating task without hesitation. After he had debased himself yet again with this display of subservience she allowed him to rise to his feet and instructed him to follow her once more to the dressing table where she sat down and opened another box removing a silver necklace with several emeralds set into it, slipped a matching ring on her finger and taking the necklace placed it around her neck holding both ends with her fingers. No words were spoken.
She merely looked at him in the mirror, he instinctively knew what to do and moved behind her taking each end of the necklace she lifted her hair allowing him to secure the clasp, she took a few moments to arrange the necklace to her satisfaction .The silence continued. She glanced in the mirror once more and handed him the brush, the very instrument of humiliation that had just been used to degrade him, and simply nodded. Once more instinct took over and he began gently brushing her hair now  extremely mindful of the qualities she expected in a good maid, he did not meet her stare and eyes downcast diligently concentrated on the task at hand, after what seemed like an hour but could only have been a minute or two she finally broke the silence.
“Thank you Daphne, that will do for now, I am extremely pleased with the improvement in your performance you certainly appear to have understood and acted on my concerns regarding your earlier behaviour. I am pleased you really are leaning, what a clever boy you are.”
I just didn’t want another beating he screamed inside his head but she was right, he was learning and just not the way she thought, he knew an enthusiastic response was what she expected.
There is no way I’m going to become your servile maid he determinedly said to himself.
“Thank you Madam” he lied through a pleasant smile trying his best to sound willing and well- disposed to his slavish position.
She removed the elaborate stopper from a green antique perfume bottle and dabbed it behind each ear and then the back of her neck, as she moved the stopper to her cleavage his newly learnt lesson immediately sprang to mind and he discreetly averted his eyes.
“Yes…….” she looked at the reflection of new submissive boymaid in the mirror with a satisfied expression “very pleased, indeed, now run along and change the towels in the bathroom and make sure the floor is dry.”
In the mirror she observed him cross the bedroom floor and as she completed a few minor adjustments to her make-up her thoughts turned to this strange but nonetheless intriguing situation.
The servant problem – it seems to be the eternal problem of the upper classes. The difficulty one has in getting proper servant girls these days not to mention keeping and training them is becoming extremely tedious, at least signing a watertight contract seems to have solved the problem of them leaving prematurely. Life really is strange I have been searching for months for a girl I could train as my lady’s maid and now the most likely candidate turns out to be a male. A MALE FOR GOODNESS SAKE!
 What is the world coming to? It is preposterous of course to consider a male as a maid and a lady’s maid at that but in the absence of a suitable female candidate what else is one to do. Needs must, I suppose. One of the reasons I kept Greta was to teach her a lesson, her dishonourable behaviour in not abiding by her contractual obligations has its consequences, a lesson in humility which finally I think she may be learning. As a general housemaid she is adequate but as she is older and has experience in another profession is therefore far less malleable than a younger person. Perhaps I really should have had her sent to prison.
Robert, oh dear I really must stop referring to him as such, Daphne that is, while obviously not ideal in being a male has displayed certain attributes which show promise for life in service as a lady’s maid. Unfortunately he does seem to possess a degree of masculine arrogance which hopefully he will lose as he spends more time in skirts, well his maid’s uniform to be more precise. Even with the more haughty girls I have employed once they’re in uniform the impudence seeps out of them, it never fails even in the most pretentious females. It may take weeks, months in the more headstrong like Greta, but they usually succumb in the end. With Robert, Daphne I mean, I suppose if he doesn’t discard that horrible male trait it can always be beaten out of him, he seems to respond well to the hairbrush and I dare say he needs to be reminded of it every now and then, punishment concentrates the mind -spare the rod and spoil the maid. However despite this he is far less strident than some of the maids I have had in the past, he does  appear to be more refined and has such soft and delicate hands. Yes, many of the qualities required for a good lady’s maid, it’s no wonder Aunt Agatha and Clarissa were fooled. He does need training of course but then I have always relished a challenge. A male lady’s maid, yes that is a challenge.
The bathroom door closing roused her from her musings and her eyes followed him in the mirror as he presented himself to her. There was nothing more left for him to do but fetch her jacket and hold it for her to slip into.
“I won’t need you to undress me this evening as I may be late home but you are still to be in bed by nine” she said  “you will resume your duties in the morning, Greta will give you your instructions.”  
“Yes Madam” he replied.
“Oh I almost forgot” she said walking to her underwear drawer and after searching for a moment  handed him a pale blue satin nightgown, “I think this is more appropriate for you now than pyjamas and you had better wear this underneath.”
He cringed at the softness of the garment but was horrified when she also handed him a formidable looking corselette similar to the one she was wearing earlier.
“After all” she continued “we don’t want you having another “accident”…….. now do we?”
“No Madam” he said as his eyes fell to the floor at the reminder of her discovery concerning his nocturnal emission from the previous night.
“Most males are prisoners of their testosterone fuelled hormones and there probably is a better way to control it but a tight fitting night time corsellette under your nightgown will have to do for now. It would be very embarrassing to have to confess to another unfortunate leakage I consider this to be the best option, I’m sure you agree?”
There were so many humiliations he had endured up to this point, being forced into a maid’s uniform, being punished with a hairbrush, curtsying, wearing a bra, the list seemed endless one worse than the other he was at a loss to know in which order to place them. Now this, it was overwhelming and it would only get worse unless he could find a way to stop it, there had to be a way he just hadn’t thought of it yet.
“Are you listening boy?” she snapped rousing him from his thoughts.
“Yes Madam, of course Madam. It is the best option.” he was forced to say.
“Very well then, that’s settled, as you are new to the position and until you are fully trained Greta will instruct on your duties in my absence.” she said as she made for the door.
He laid his new nightwear on the bed and hurried to the door where she was waiting for him to open it.
After she had left he examined the corselette and reluctantly had to concede that while it would be uncomfortable not to say degrading to wear, the horrible garment should prevent any unwelcome ejaculations and at the very  least it would avoid that particular humiliation. He vividly remembered the contemptuous looks he received that morning when both Greta and she had discovered his semen stained pyjamas and he did not wish to go through that again. He picked up the nightgown and held it up to himself, it confirmed his worst fears, it was floor length with long floaty chiffon sleeves, tight lace cuffs forming billowing sleeves and the skirt oh that terrible skirt it was so voluminous it looked like it almost had a train. 
Awful. he thought. Just awful.
He quickly tidied the room and then left to deposit his new nightwear in his own room before joining Greta for dinner.
“My, my…. who’s been a good girl for her mistress?” Greta chirped as he walked into the kitchen.
He forgotten about the pearl choker and just mumbled something but she came closer and fingered his new jewellery.
“Very nice, very nice indeed” she said and rolling the thick gold chain around her neck between her fingers, added “See, it’s not all bad  I told you she was generous, it seems you’re her new little pet now and  that choker around your neck looks like your collar.”
Robert knew she was right and could feel the anger rising within but said nothing, right now he needed allies not enemies, he just gave her a weak smile.
He made himself useful around the kitchen hoping that this would deflect any sarcastic comments Greta may direct at him. He helped her with preparing dinner and feigned taking an interest in her cooking which seemed to get a good reaction from her.
I’m getting good at this, he thought pleased at his new found ability for deception, does she really think I actually give a shit about cooking?
He was always terrible at dinner conversations particularly with women and remembered those ghastly dinners with his aunts and their friends where the talk mostly centred on women’s fashions, gossiping about other women, make-up products, the dreadful problems they had with training servants, visits to the beauty parlour, it was appalling but at least when they started talking about these woeful topics they forgot about him. This dinner conversation would be even worse after all there would only be the two of them and therefore nowhere to hide, women’s clothes, beauty parlours, make-up, were the last things he wanted to talk about given his present state of dress. He decided before they sat down that he would have to direct the conversation in another direction so he ensured the subject matter was mostly small talk, movies they both had seen, art galleries he had visited since his arrival, even the weather. Anything - but the elephant in the room – the boy dressed as a maid.
The only problem was Greta wasn’t playing the game.
“You seem to have adapted quite well to wearing female clothes.” she probed as they sat drinking their after dinner coffee.
“Em..errr….. I umm…” he stammered blushing furiously and caught unaware by her direct question.
She took no notice of his obvious discomfort at her enquiry and continued,
“I can only imagine how degrading it must be for you, not only is it female clothing but a maid’s uniform. It’s bad enough for me, I’m a woman but….. for a male, well… it must be so humiliating, being dressed like a girl, and a servant girl at that.”
Confronted with this unpalatable but utterly undeniable truth Robert felt the tears welling up and was unable to answer her.
“Of course you’re bound to be upset, it’s quite understandable” she continued in the absence of any reply from him “ walking in here full of male bravado and now finding yourself trussed up in a maid’s uniform performing menial tasks for your mistress.”
“I … wasn’t…. I mean……” he sobbed unable to find words to express himself properly and tears began to trickle down his cheeks.
“You seem to have acquired some other feminine characteristics along with your new female underwear and uniform.” she sneered at his obvious distress.
“What….  What do…you…mean” he whimpered between sobs.
“Blubbering like a girl” she laughed, handing him a tissue “dry your eyes…. girly”
“It’s just so degrading” he blurted wiping away the tears and trying to compose himself.
“You’ll just have to put up with it, at the moment you have no choice but on the plus side you don’t make a bad girl with your real breasts, high cheek bones, long eyelashes and that girlish mouth of yours. I don’t think there was a woman on that chain gang that was more feminine than you.”
He had stopped crying now but remained silent, however she could that he wasn’t impressed with her compliment.
“You think it’s degrading now just imagine how humiliating it will be if your little secret gets out, say to Frau Braun, Lady Agatha, Miss Clarissa or whoever else visits the house?”
“What can I do?” he asked panic now replacing his tears.
“Well of course I’ve never been in such an extremely demeaning position” she began looking at him with pity but warming to her subject “but I’d suggest that to avoid the enormous embarrassment of being discovered as a boy in a dress…...”
She paused to take another sip of her coffee allowing time for this to sink in and let  various scenarios play out in his head, then after several moments she theatrically dabbed her lips with a napkin before continuing,
“you would be best advised to learn how to act in a more feminine way, walking, talking, everything from the way women gesture with their hands to the way a lady gracefully sits down, there’s a whole host of things to learn, far too many to list. It’s going to be a long few weeks to be dressed like that so you will have to learn quickly as there will be many opportunities where you could be exposed. Oh my dear boy there’s so much to learn.”
“But Lady Agatha and Miss Clarissa, they…..” he interrupted her.
“They’re blind as bats, too vain to wear glasses in front of servants. As I said you’re quite androgynous and they can barely see two metres in front of them plus the fact that because Madam never employs males it meant they naturally took you for a girl” Greta laughed.
“So if I insisted more forcefully I was a male……” he gasped as he now realised he was at fault for his present situation.
“Exactly” Greta said not allowing him to finish the sentence “you’d still be wearing pants, woman’s pants but pants nonetheless. Anyway it makes no difference you’re in your proper uniform now so you’ll just have to deal with it. I’m sure it will make no difference to Madam if you’re exposed but I can only imagine how excruciatingly shameful it will be for you and you will still have to fulfil your contract. Just imagine the complete degradation.”
It was now apparent to him that his current predicament was brought about by an extremely unfortunate set of circumstances which had converged to create a perfect storm tossing him helplessly about in a sea of femininity. He wasn’t certain if Greta was deliberately being nasty or just being brutally honest and perhaps in her own clumsy way was just alerting him to the obvious threats to his exposure. The very thought of being unveiled as a male while being forced to work as a servant girl was a terrifying prospect.
“What can I do?” he whimpered as the tears once more appeared in his eyes.
Greta rose from her chair and getting a tissue went around to his side and after giving it to him stroked his hair gently and said
“I can help but I’d like something from you in return.”
“What?” he said sensing that her offer would not come cheap.
“It’s quite simple, for the last few months I’ve lived in these beautiful and luxurious surroundings forced to wear this degrading uniform, spending my days cleaning, dusting, polishing, waiting on Madam hand and foot.” she said bitterly  “ Yes, the lot of a maidservant, what I want is to experience what it’s like to be the mistress not the maid.”
“I don’t understand” he said, genuinely lost as to where this was going.
Greta continued to stroke his hair as if he were her pet lapdog, she looked deeply into his eyes before she spoke
“As I said it’s simple I want you to be my maid when she’s not around, every now and then let me feel what it’s like to be a lady for a few hours. We’ll both get what we want I’ll get to experience life as someone in a superior social position, having someone wait on me for a change and I’ll teach you how to act like a girl to ensure your secret doesn’t get out. And don’t worry I won’t mistreat you  I just want to get out of this uniform and wear something elegant and sophisticated, see how the other half lives if only for a few hours. What do you say?”
The thought of acting as her maid wasn’t a pleasant prospect but he’d already had a taste of it earlier in the library when she had him do the dusting while she took a nap. Even though he was dressed in a maid’s uniform he knew only too well that in no way did he remotely carry himself like a girl and it would only be a matter of time before he was found out. Mortifying as his present situation was -after all it was only two women knew of his true sex - it would be nothing compared with being exposed to others, a vision of Lady Agatha’s and Miss Clarissa’s scornful mocking flashed into his brain. He was lodged firmly between a rock and a hard place and knew what he had to do but still could not bring himself to voice his agreement to her proposition. He reluctantly nodded his consent.
“A wise decision” Greta said “we may as well get started now.”

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

A Suitable Position Chapter 5

Thanks to all who commented on the last chapter and also those who indicated they liked it. Due to a serious medical issue with a family member I’ve been preoccupied for the last number of weeks and probably will be for the next few also. I had chapter 5 completed and had started on chapter 6 when this emergency blew up but I needed to reread, check and revise it before posting. I expect there are at least two perhaps three chapters left in this but at the moment  I’m not sure when I’ll have chapter 6 ready, I really  need to be in the right frame of mind to write this stuff and right now I’m not quite there yet.    

Anyway below is chapter 5.    

A Suitable Position
Chapter 5

Naming and Shaming

  Lady Agatha eased back into the deep and comfortable armchair feeling quite satisfied that she and Clarissa had put a halt to her niece Rozamund’s new -fangled idea about disguising a perfectly normal girl as a houseboy. However as they had witnessed the distress caused to the poor girl the only decent thing to do was to insist she revert to her normal uniform, however a proper name would have to be found for her, a name more appropriate to her position, the very idea of having a maid with such an distinguished and elegant name as Roberta was preposterous- totally unsuited to her station and just would not do. It was down to them to find a more becoming name for the girl, something pleasant sounding but at the same time something which would not give her ideas of grandeur. For a mistress it is very important to keep servant girls in their place.
They had discussed various names but none sprang immediately to mind. Clarissa sighed,
“I know Rozamund may have been trying a different approach with her servants but honestly Agatha renaming that poor girl with a boy’s name was a little extreme even for Rozamund, however it must be said ‘Roberta’ is far too grand a name for a maid no matter how pretty.”
“Of course” Lady Agatha agreed “perhaps we should compile a list before we decide”
In the kitchen Robert made his first appearance in front of the dreaded Frau Braun as a uniformed female servant. She nodded her approval and as she moved closer to make a further inspection she was joined by the kitchen maid who now seemed a little less intimidated by his presence.
Frau Braun walked around him and very much like Lady Agatha and Miss Clarissa above stairs had done she fingered his dress and apron and although he felt thoroughly humiliated having to wear a maid’s uniform he was extremely relieved that no one apart from Greta was aware of his true sex. The large woman’s close attention began to disturb him however and he stifled his impulse to brush her away. She was muttering to herself as she looked him over and although he was unable to follow her dialect completely he understood enough to know she regarded his uniform as a big improvement, it was clear by the vigorous nodding of her head she endorsed his new outfit. The kitchen maid also seemed taken with his uniform appearing to look at it quite enviously and as she timidly touched his frilled apron she received a sharp clip to the back of her head by Frau Braun large hand sending her beetling back and much chastened to her work at the sink.
Greta quickly assembled a large tray with an appropriate china tea service for the occasion which also included generous slices of Frau Braun’s fruit cake. She instructed Robert in how to make the tea and minutes later he found himself performing his first duty as a properly uniformed housemaid carrying the tray to the guests in the drawing room.
“Leave the tray on the coffee table girl” Greta ordered.
He was extremely annoyed at the way Greta had addressed him thinking there was no need to emphasise the word  “girl” and with both ladies taking a keen interest in the way he placed the china he became flustered and rattled the cups  as well as knocking  over the sugar bowl.
“Clumsy boy!” Greta snapped at him and addressing the ladies said“You’ll have to forgive him m’lady he’s new to domestic service.”
“He?” Miss Clarissa enquired arching an eyebrow.”
“I’m sorry Miss” Greta apologised and corrected herself “her I mean, I’m just so used to referring to her as ‘him’ when he was dressed as the houseboy.”
“Understandable under the circumstances I suppose” Lady Agatha said arranging her skirt over her knee while she surveyed Robert closely, making him feel even more uncomfortable.
“New to service eh?” Miss Clarissa mused “probably accounts for it, I doubt she knows the stance to assume when not serving at table. You had better explain it to her Greta.”
“Yes Miss, this is her first time.” Greta replied and turning to Robert said “place your hands in front of your apron and stand by the window behind the ladies when you’ve finished your serving duties.”
There were so many things running through his brain that he barely heard the doorbell ring, Greta curtsied to the women and left to answer it, moments later Frau Kirchen entered the room.
“What a wonderful surprise, Aunt Agatha, Clarissa” she trilled, acknowledging their presence and glided across the room  kissing both on each cheek unaware of the maid standing hands folded by the window just out of her eye-line.
“Yes it is a day for surprises” her aunt replied as her niece sat on the couch next to Clarissa while Lady Agatha addressed the servant girl “Girl! tea for your mistress.”
 It won’t be long now before she orders me to change back he thought.
Rozamund surprised by her aunt’s order thinking they were alone was bewildered to find an unfamiliar uniformed maid appear from behind her and begin to pour her tea, she looked in astonishment at the two women then back to the maid in front of her.
“Robert?” she asked managing to stifle her amazement as any well-bred lady would have done.
“Yes Madam” he replied, now close to tears at being recognised as a male in a dress but before his employer had time to answer the older woman addressed her niece.
“Rozamund, this poor girl as told us that you have employed her as a houseboy and as such was expected to wear male clothing while she performs her duties.My dear girl your bohemian attitudes are all very well when it comes to art, music and suchlike but when it comes to servants a traditional approach is imperative.”
“But Aunt Agatha, Robert is…..” Frau Kirchen still coming to terms with his new uniform, began but was soon cut off.
“And that’s another thing” Lady Agatha interrupted “insisting on calling the creature by a male name, my dear Rozamund I know you like to perform these little social experiments from time to time but really……. this time I feel you may have gone too far. Now let’s settle this nonsense, obviously the girl’s name is Roberta but Clarissa and I have considered it at length and I’m sure even you will agree it really is not a suitable name for a maidservant so while you were away we were discussing an alternative name for the girl.”
Rozamund sat back and observed the mortified youth in front of her, still distracted  by her houseboy now having been transformed into a uniformed maid. She was annoyed of course that her aunt and Clarissa had interfered in the affairs of her domestic staff but there was no doubting that his transformation was nonetheless intriguing. Obviously she had known from last night and earlier that morning that there was a feminine quality about the boy but did not realise quite just how feminine that could be with the addition of a dress or to be more precise a maid’s uniform. Aunt Agatha possessed some wonderful qualities and was extremely generous to her but Rozamund felt she could be so annoyingly overbearing at times and like most dowagers- albeit a somewhat youthful one -she felt she was never wrong. Despite her aunt’s meddling she was also quite amused at her glaring faux pas regarding his sex and thought rather than expose not only the boy’s secret but also Aunt Agatha’s presumptuous and high handed attitude immediately perhaps she may well be able to use it to her own advantage at a later stage.  
“What had you in mind?” Rozamund asked casting her eye over Robert and slowing coming to terms with seeing the lad in his new uniform.
“Agatha thinks something quite plain would be preferable and prefers Ethel or Hilda, but I favour something a little prettier perhaps Millie or Elsie. Do you have any preferences?” Clarissa said.
“Well Ethel or Hilda may be more suitable for a scullery maid but not for a housemaid” Rozamund retorted “I certainly feel it should be something a little more pretty, more feminine what about Daphne”
Robert was horrified at what he was hearing he was sure Frau Kirchen would have insisted on him being returned to his previous uniform and bad as it was, it was much better than what he was now wearing and now they’re choosing a girl’s name for me.
“I have an idea” Clarissa chirped “why not let the girl herself choose.”
“What a splendid idea.” Rozamund agreed enthusiastically her eyes falling on Robert, noting his discomfort.
“I would prefer that the girl’s betters made that decision but it seems I am in the minority.” Lady Agatha huffed making her displeasure evident with a muffled grunt, and then turning to Robert bellowed “Well! my girl which one will you choose, Ethel, Hilda, Millie, Elsie or as your mistress has suggested Daphne?”
WHAT Robert screamed inside looking at the three women totally unaware his mouth was agape.
“Oh do close your mouth girl it’s so unbecoming in a servant and please hurry and pick a name we do not have all day.” Miss Clarissa sighed.
“Yes my dear” Rozamund explained quietly and patiently to the confused youth “we can’t really keep calling you “girl” now can we? It would be so demeaning even for an under-housemaid.”
Robert was still dealing with the nightmarish events of the day so far and now to cap it all had to choose a girl’s name for himself, seeing the obvious impatience on Lady Agatha’s and Miss Clarissa’s face  he was under no illusion an answer was required immediately. Madam kindly repeated the names to refresh his memory.
What horrible names- he thought as he felt eight pairs of eyes burn into him and he noticed Lady Agatha drumming her fingers on the arm rest – oh shit which is the least horrible. The name stumbled out of his mouth - barely audible.
Robert felt this was like a horserace meeting, the three women were like gamblers the two losing women slumped back in their seats showing mild disappointment that their favoured names were not chosen but conceding defeat gracefully congratulated the mistress of the house. Madam was clearly delighted her new maid had settled on her choice and like any winning owner felt a rush of excitement at her triumph. The thought occurred to him that not unlike a horse he was now saddled with the name Daphne.
Rozamund flushed with the excitement of christening her new male maid with a suitably feminine nom de domestique rose from her seat and approached the now totally bewildered boy and looking him directly in the eye said softly
“Oh I’m sure you can be a little more enthusiastic than that my …..girl”  his mistress cooed her encouragement while making somewhat theatrical but totally unnecessary minor adjustments to his frilled pinafore apron and cap.
“I’d …I’d…” Robert hesitated
“Go on.” Madam said, her gaze intensifying.
“I’d .. like to be called… Daphne” he blurted as a tsunami of shame washed over him.
“Yes…I’m sure you would” Madam purred “a name which I’m certain you will carry with pride while you are in my service.”
“Yes Madam” Robert said, his eyes unable to meet hers.
“Come here girl.” Lady Agatha commanded moving her frame forward in the chair.
Robert presented himself in front of the two women.
“Now Daphne” Miss Clarissa began “I do hope you are more comfortable now that you are back in a more appropriate uniform and besides you look so much prettier. Aren’t you fortunate we decided to visit when your mistress was away?”
“Yes Miss” Robert lied.
“Yes my girl, it was very commendable if perhaps a little misguided of you to continue with your mistress’s little experiment but I’m sure you’ll be delighted to be back in a proper uniform” Lady Agatha said approvingly and casting her eye in her niece’s direction, added with more than a hint of criticism  “and wearing a bra I see.”
As Frau Kirchen appeared to ignore her aunt’s barely disguised barb it was obvious to Robert that Miss Clarissa and Lady Agatha had no idea the damage they had inflicted on him with their interfering in fact  it was the exact opposite  it was clearly  evident they considered they had performed a great service for him and he quickly deduced from their patronising and smug expressions it was one which required an acknowledgement of his gratitude. Such was his confused state that he glanced in Madam’s direction for guidance, a barely discernable nod of her head indicated her approval of her companions’ views.
“Thank you m’lady, Miss” Robert forced out the words while simultaneously curtsying to both women.
It had the desired effect and both women acknowledged the maidservant’s appreciation of their efforts on his behalf with self- satisfied smiles.
“You may go now Daphne I’m sure Greta has some work for you” Madam announced indicating to Greta she had no further use for them.
“Yes Madam” Greta replied and turning to Robert took great satisfaction in saying “come along Daphne.”
She joined Robert in front on the three ladies and indicating to Robert to follow her lead in curtsying before making for the door.
“Daphne!” Greta giggled as she closed the door behind them and moved into the spacious hall “I had never figured you as a Daphne but now that I look at you the name really does fit you like a glove.”
Robert knew he had plumbed new depths of humilation, he could not open his mouth and merely stood head bowed as she continued.
“Daphne” she repeated “yes I do like it so old fashioned, so feminine I think you’ll make a great Daphne, now follow me you still have to a number of chores to finish.”
Minutes later Robert found himself in the large dining room after Greta had put him to work polishing the silver. It was the first time he had been left alone since he had been ordered into his new maid’s uniform and in the deafening silence he began to consider the situation he now found himself in. In the quietness he suddenly found his circumstances overwhelming and felt the need to sit down and as he did so his uniform dress got bunched underneath him he had to stand up again and before resuming his seat he smoothed the dress over his buttocks with both hands as he had witnessed girls and women doing on many occasions, he had often wondered why they performed such a manoeuvre. Now impelled to carry out the very same arrangement the reasons became very clear to him and sitting on the straight backed chair was forced to confront his uniform as it spread out over his lap, the frilled apron practically covering his dress. Above this he observed his breasts now proudly standing out supported by his new bra its unforgiving straps pressing into his skin, he could just make out the lace cups through the material and he watched them rise and fall with each breath. Glancing down he viewed his legs encased in the tan pantyhose and the two inch heels he now wore and although reluctant to do so was forced to admit that while his face could be described as androgynous at best his figure moulded by the tight girdle and long line bra now gave him a distinctly feminine silhouette. The reality dawned on him that due to Lady Agatha’s and her companion’s ridiculous assumption that he was a girl Madam it seemed was forced into going along with their idea that he should be dressed in this totally inappropriate uniform. He now knew he would have to remain dressed as a maid for the duration of his contract.
I may have to wear a maid’s uniform he thought to himself but mentally I really have to focus on my masculinity however difficult it may be.
Greta entered the room to tell him the ladies were leaving and he was required in the hallway to help with their coats.
“Check your appearance in the hall mirror before they leave the drawing room” Greta ordered as she fussed with her apron in front of the large ornate mirror.
Robert self- consciously did likewise and in the mirror the reflection of two smartly capped and aproned maids stared back at him. He thought he detected a satisfied smile on her face as she helped with a small adjustment to his cap. They held the ladies coats as they emerged from the room, the women barely acknowledged them as they stretched their arms behind them allowing the maids to slip on the coats. Lady Agatha eyes fell on Robert,
“Daphne” she said softly.
“Yes m’lady” Robert responded as he curtsied, swallowing hard as he answered to his new name.
“Yes, Daphne” she repeated as she glanced from Robert to the others, a satisfied smile breaking slowly across her face “I have to admit it does fit you perfectly.”
“Thank you m’lady” Robert replied, blushing as he did so.
“It certainly does” Miss Clarissa agreed as Robert helped her into her coat  and squeezing him gently on the arm added “and when your contract here is finished you will probably wish to find employment with equally accommodating mistresses, be assured  Lady Agatha and I will be pleased to engage you.”
“Thank you Miss” Robert said nervously and bobbed the obligatory curtsy.
“Don’t hold your breath Clarissa after all the girl is not even trained properly.” Madam retorted.
Miss Clarissa didn’t reply but kissed her on both cheeks and smiled at Robert, Madam performed the same gesture with her aunt.
“I shall call regularly to ensure that the girl  remains properly uniformed” Lady Agatha said wagging her finger at her niece, Robert holding the door open  groaned inside at the thought that this was not the last he would see of this formidable woman.
The door had barely closed when Madam cast her eye on both servants.
“Follow me” she said as she made her way back to the drawing room.
As the mistress of the house lowered herself on the sofa Robert joined Greta standing hands folded over his apron, Madam spoke first.
“It appears I now have a new housemaid instead of the houseboy that was here when I left. I have heard my aunt’s and Miss Clarissa version would you care to give me yours?”
 Robert remained silent as Greta confirmed the sequence of events that led to his present state of dress.
“The situation certainly leaves me in a bind” Madam pondered “my aunt and Miss Clarissa have obviously totally mistaken Robert’s sex and they are ladies who do not take kindly to be proven wrong and such an obvious error if it became known would no doubt be very embarrassing and they may well consider they were misled by both of you which would make life very difficult for everyone concerned as I’m sure you will agree. Both of them seem to have taken a shine to you Robert and as they are women not known for their forgiving nature particularly when they feel they have been deceived, I would strongly advise you not to get on their bad side. If you wish to correct them it is of course your decision.”
The implication was not lost on him and he felt a sudden surge of courage or perhaps stupidity rising from deep within.
“But Madam they insisted I dress in a maid’s uniform. I can’t be expected to remain like this.” he blurted.
“I think they will be severely disappointed but of course it is your choice. Perhaps I had better call them rather than they discover it themselves on their next visit.” she said before adding somewhat ominously “of course I will do everything I can to protect you.”
Robert’s courage quickly began to ebb and although having spent only a brief spell in their company he was acutely aware of their intimidating personalities.
“Perhaps I could dress like this only on days they are due to visit.” he offered in a desperate attempt to negotiate his way out of this awful dilemma.
“If only it were that easy.” his mistress sighed, shaking her head as if speaking to a five year old, “no I’m afraid that won’t do, heavens knows when they could call and they frequently stay over, sometimes for days at a time. No it has to all or nothing.”
Robert now felt a knot tighten in his stomach as several scenarios flashed through his brain, none of them pleasant.
“I’m waiting!” Madam said holding the phone and with more than a hint of impatience in her voice “should I inform my aunt that you are not what she was led to believe or do you wish to remain dressed as you are -as my housemaid.”
The idea that he would have to remain dressed like this was unbearable and in his fragile state of mind, Robert having seen these frightening women in action, considered the alternative could possibly be even worse.
“Yes Madam” Robert barely whispered accepting the inevitable.
“Louder boy I can barely hear you. Please say it clearly so there is no doubt.” Madam demanded.
“Yes Madam” he said struggling to fight back the tears as he continued “I wish to remain dressed as your housemaid.”
“I think you have made the right choice” she said her and smiled at him reassuringly “after a day or two I’m sure you will probably forget you are even wearing a dress. Now run along and finish your housework I need to speak to Greta.”
Robert on the verge of tears was only too grateful to be allowed to leave but was stopped as he got to the door.
“Ahem…. Daphne. Aren’t we forgetting something?” Madam asked.
“Sorry Madam” Robert said as he curtsied before finally escaping.
He returned to the kitchen and was grateful to find Frau Braun and her maid had left for the day leaving him alone to gather his thoughts. The only sound was the ticking of the large wall mounted clock and it seemed as if every fibre in body was hyper-sensitive he could feel the clinging of the pantyhose encasing his legs and  with even the barest movement his slip brushed against his legs. The quietness of the room just served to exaggerate the effect of the female clothing, it was like the clothes were wearing him not the other way around and it felt as if each item was whispering to him.
You belong to us now, we will keep you properly controlled- but in a pretty way.
The very idea having to wear girl’s clothes was both infuriating and humiliating nothing prepared him for the horrible sensations he was experiencing, they were restrictive and delicate at the same time. He was still lost in these thoughts when Greta joined him.
“Why so glum, you were a big hit with the ladies and Madam.” Greta chirped.
“I’m dressed as a girl” Robert wailed standing up holding his dress and apron out from his body, hoping for some degree of sympathy.
“What’s the problem?” Greta asked “your girdle too tight? Your bra a little small for your boobs? Well now you know what it’s like having to wear constricting underwear, just like a regular girl.”
But it’s not fair” he continued to moan.
“Well life’s not fair” Greta said having none of his complaining “I really don’t know why you’re whining when you look so pretty. Now another word out of you and I’ll be forced to report you to Madam, is that what you want?”
Robert, still fuming at his situation was savvy enough to know this would create more trouble. He meekly shook his head.
“Just as well. She’s going out for the evening and wants you to help her dress.” Greta informed him and sidling up to him let her hand stray to his girdled buttocks and squeezed the left one firmly forcing a squeal out of him and making him jump slightly.“So you’d better get your pretty little behind up to her bedroom quickly. We’ll have dinner when you’re finished.”
Just then he heard a bell ring, Greta glanced at the line of bells ranged along the wall indicating to which room each was connected. It read “Mistress’s bedroom” Robert hesitated for a moment, it rang again.
“Run along Daphne, there’s a good boy, you really don’t want to keep your mistress waiting.” Greta mocked.
Addressing him by his new feminine name cut him  like a knife and her use of the words “good boy” only served to deepen his humiliation now that he was dressed in female clothing and even worse – a maid’s uniform - the thought occurred to him that he would almost have preferred “good  girl”. He silently made his way to the door and as he opened it he heard her call out.
“Oh!... and Daphne dear,” she waited for him to turn around “don’t forget to curtsy to the mistress.”
Feeling utterly defeated and subjugated by his feminine clothes he could only nod his acknowledgement as he closed the door behind him. After he had left Greta sat back in her chair with a cup of coffee and reflected on the events of the last few hours. Her thoughts came thick and fast.
What a turn up! I thought getting him into those satin pyjamas last night was the best of all but those stupid women mistaking him for a girl and insisting he wear uniform the same as mine is just unbelievable. It’s the best thing that’s happened to me since I was pressganged into this position.   Maybe things are looking up, I’ve had little or nothing to cheer me up  since Madam forced me into this horrible situation, reduced to being her housemaid waiting on her hand and foot, “Yes Madam” “No Madam” “Shall I draw your bath Madam?” “What type of girdle will you require Madam?” “Which shoes will you be wearing with that dress Madam?” The list is endless, then the indignity of having to curtsy at every turn and of course adding insult to injury being compelled to wear this uniform complete with its frilled cap and apron – the ultimate badge of domestic servitude. Oh yes she made it quite clear from the beginning that she wanted properly trained servants and as I was the first in her new household she would ensure I would be properly capped and aproned and adept in all aspects of domestic service before recruiting more staff. Now not only has she her trained maid – me, she now has a male which she’s forced well … I suppose manipulated into dressing as a maid, if I play my cards right perhaps I can work this to my advantage. He certainly seems to have diverted her attention from me, although I have to admit he does look pretty and, even better wearing that uniform seems to have robbed him of his male arrogance.
Madam – shit there I go again, I’ll have to stop that it’s as if wearing this horrible uniform is turning me into a servile wretch – anyway she has indicated that she wants me to train him in general household duties which would give me some power over him, I think she was impressed the way I helped her last night so if I’m clever I may be able to make a few suggestions like getting her to use him as her personal maid. Doing housework dressed like this is bad enough but I absolutely hate having to attend her in that intimate role, it makes me feel even more servile if that’s possible.
It was obvious from the time I first set foot in this house that she had a very dominating personality even when I was acting as her physiotherapist she insisted I wear an appropriate uniform and formalities should be observed at all times even trying to get me to curtsy which naturally I refused. From the start it was clear even as a trained professional I was only one step removed from the maid I should have known better so it was my own stupidity trying to get out of my contract that gave her the opportunity into forcing me to accept the position of housemaid. Housemaid -I even hate saying the word. I always thought of myself as self-confident but there’s something about her that erodes this when I’m in her company for any length of time, no matter how hard I try it’s difficult to retain any sense of dignity or self-esteem as a woman. I just don’t know what it is, a raised eyebrow, a tilt of the head, those piercing eyes I just can’t figure it out, whatever it is you just know you are socially inferior. Of course wearing this humiliating uniform is part of the process  I’m constantly reminded I’m now a housemaid although there are times when I’m alone I can forget it by  taking off the apron and cap  but when I’m in  her company I’m constantly reminded of the fact particularly by having to curtsy, it’s so demeaning. I’m convinced that she wants to break my spirit and being her lady’s maid is a big part of that plan. I really think the key is if I can avoid her presence as much as possible I may be able to stand some chance of retaining my self- respect.
I have no time for males but maybe this boy can be useful after all and despite the fact he’s now in a dress and female underwear – yes I’ll give Madam that, it certainly was a master stroke – but  he still seems to be managing to hold on to some semblance of masculinity. Wearing a maid’s uniform must be several times worse for him but being in Madam’s presence for any length of time should soon rid him of any remaining male traits after all  she has similar views on the male of the species as I have. I almost pity him. Almost.
Climbing the stairs Robert was constantly reminded of his new uniform and underwear, the skirt of his uniform dress danced gently about his panty-hosed legs and he was still coming to terms with his bra pressing into the soft flesh of his back and under his arms. Reaching the door he felt a deep sense of shame at his capitulation, he was now trapped in this hideous uniform but knew it was useless to argue with Madam hopefully she would soon come to her senses and realise that as a male he would be totally unsuitable as a maid. He swallowed hard and knocked on the door and waited for her voice bidding him to enter.
“You rang Madam” he said meekly not forgetting Greta’s instruction to curtsy.
“Ah Robert.... I mean Daphne.” Frau Kirchen draped over the chaise lounge acknowledged his presence “as Greta may have told you I shall be dining out this evening.”
“Yes Madam” Robert answered trying not to wince as his new feminine name stripped away another layer of his masculinity.
“As you are new to service you may not appreciate just how much a lady relies on her maid so it is very important that a mistress has confidence in her maid at all times. Do you understand Daphne?” Madam asked.
Robert remaining rooted to the spot looked at her blankly his mouth slightly open  he was still coming to terms with his new clothes, his brain struggled to comprehend what she was saying.
“No I don’t suppose you do my dear” she said quietly as she observed the clearly befuddled boy, her eyes fell upon the awkward figure of her new maid, she motioned him to approach her “please stand in front of me when I address you.”
“Yes Madam” he mumbled and tottered over to face her while she continued.
“I had intended to have you perform general household duties as my houseboy but events as you are aware have overtaken all of us and as you have agreed to remain in your housemaid’s uniform it will allow me more options to reorganise the household. Greta seems to have more of a predisposition for general housework rather than attending to me in a personal capacity. I had intended to employ a girl that I could train as my lady’s maid, in the long run I expected it would be simpler than breaking in a new lady’s maid. It is one of the more tiresome aspects of a mistress’s role but a necessary one nonetheless. Some girls are just not suited to such a responsible position.”
Robert felt a slight tremble in his legs as he suddenly became aware of the implication of what she was saying but was afraid to interrupt her.
“This morning you displayed an aptitude for the role of a lady’s maid which for a male I have to say surprised me greatly and as I said at the time a boy would not be suitable despite possessing such charming feminine attributes however I think we both agree it is very difficult to perceive you in such a light now…. dressed as you are.”
He knew it would sound ridiculous if he attempted to contradict her dressed in his maid’s uniform.
“Yes Madam.” he was forced to agree.
“I have therefore decided” she continued “that for the time being you will alternate your duties between those of a housemaid and a lady’s maid until I determine to which position you are best suited.”
He was now beginning to understand the depth of his predicament and realised that when not under Greta’s supervision he would be at Madam’s beck and call and horror of horrors would now be trained as her lady’s maid. He felt his stomach tighten and it wasn’t his girdle, he really didn’t know which position was worse. The vision of the scared kitchen maid leapt into his mind and having seen his employer’s reaction to the prisoners and their guard he understood only too well he would have to careful not to incur her ire. This thought was uppermost in his mind as he heard himself repeat the now familiar refrain,
“Yes Madam.”
“You can start by undressing me before I shower.” she said as she stood up and walked to the bed turning her back to him. Seeing his hesitation she brusquely called out.
“Oh for heaven’s sake get over here and start unzipping me.”
He snapped out of his trancelike state and quickly followed her to the bed and gently began unzipping her dress from the nape of her neck and as she removed her arms from the sleeves the dress fell to the floor, he quickly picked it up and laid it on the bed’s satin quilt.
“Remove my slip please” she instructed him and he delicately slid the straps of the ivory silk slip down her shoulders. However it was held in place by her large bosom and remained clinging stubbornly to her body, he was confused as to how to proceed. She looked him directly in the eyes.
“I suppose you haven’t been wearing brassieres long enough to know that a slip will need to be tugged gently over them to allow it to be taken off.”
He could feel the redness spread through his cheeks and despite her instruction he remained immobile.
“Daphne” she began a note of exasperation in her voice “I understand as a young male you may be embarrassed but  we have already discussed this at length, while your sex has not changed I do not consider you male as such, I think of you as my lady’s maid and at the moment I’m not very impressed. I really am losing patience and hope I haven’t made a mistake in selecting you as my maid. You really must stop thinking like a confused bumbling kitchen boy and more like the helpful girl you were this morning. Do you think you can do that?”
The mention of kitchen boy and her obvious irritation shook him out of his stupor and he knew he would have to improve his performance in order to please her.
“Yes Madam, sorry Madam it’s all just so new to me”
“Yes I know it is, that’s why you’re being trained, now remove my slip like a good girl.” she said in a more conciliatory tone.
Robert returned to his task and gently slid the slip’s lace cups over her bra and dropping to his knees eased it delicately over her curvaceous hips allowing it to slide to the floor. Stepping out of it she looked down at him imperiously and instructed him in his next task.
“Good boy” she cooed, confusing him as she alternated male and female pronouns. “Now remain on your knees and unfasten my stockings from the garters and do be careful they are expensive. As this is your first time please pay close attention and I will show you how it’s done.”
 He watched intently as she unfastened one of the garters on the front of her left tight and indicated to him to unhook the remaining stockings, to his relief he managed this without much difficulty however being on his knees his face was in such close proximity to her pubic area he could discern the unmistakable aroma of her sex.  Once he had removed them all she sat on the bed, he looked at her and instinctively knew what to do next and after removing her shoes he rolled down the stockings and remaining in his kneeling position laid them on the bed  with her other garments. She rose from the bed now just wearing the white satin panelled corselette he had laid out for her earlier that morning he remained on his knees for some unknown reason feeling he required her permission to stand.
“You can get up now” she said graciously as if she was bestowing a special favour “and unzip me.”
He had to admit that despite wearing what he had considered to be an old fashioned foundation garment she looked magnificent, tall, statuesque with toned arms and legs, he doubted her need to wear such a constricting piece of underwear at all, she lifted her left arm to reveal the zipper which ran from just under her armpit to her hip. He was now so close to her he was sure she could hear his heart thumping under his bra, he gently tugged the zipper down as far as it would go and stood back again not knowing how to proceed.
“Oh do get on with it girl” she snapped and seeing his confusion, clarified “straps, Daphne, straps and pull it all the way down.”
By now the stirrings in his member held firmly between his legs by his tight girdle were increasing in intensity and it strained manfully against the material. He required all his concentration as he removed the corselette’s bra straps freeing her ample and beautifully formed breasts. His face brushed against the right one as he followed her instructions and felt another torturous surge in his girdle. He pulled the tightly fitting garment down over her slightly extended stomach and reaching her groin he once again had to drop to his knees as he struggled to get the corselette over her broad hips and generous buttocks eventually sliding it down her smooth and shapely legs. Clad now only in white silk panties she stepped out of the corselette as he remained kneeling on the floor after his exertions, the formidable piece of underwear resting in the lap of his frilled apron. From this lowly position he gazed up at the majestic creature towering over him, her imposing figure seemed to dwarf him. She sat on the bed making no attempt to cover herself and looked at him somewhat sympathetically reaching down she patted his cheek saying,
“Do you know Daphne, under normal circumstances finding myself in such a state of undress whilst in the presence of a male I would feel vulnerable but considering your recent transformation, I’m sure you will agree I now find it difficult to look upon you as anything but a girl, a soft sweet girl?”
Her words were by no means said sarcastically but had the effect of rapidly reducing his enlarged organ. This was the second time in a matter of minutes that she had reiterated her opinion of his masculinity or in her view his lack of it, he could feel the tears welling up in his eyes.
“It’s quite all right my dear” she said softly  noticing his discomfiture “young girls get very emotional at certain times it’s probably the same hormones that are responsible for your lovely bosom. I think if you focus your energies on your new position as my lady’s maid you may find it will help alleviate your anxieties about having to wear female clothing.”
This was no comfort to Robert and her reference to his damned chest was infuriating he decided if he did cry it would only vindicate her view that he was more girl than boy.
No he thought I won’t give in I really need to be strong now.
He mustered all his masculinity and somehow managed to prevent the tears from escaping, knowing any argument was useless, dangerous even, he decided the best course would be to remain silent.
“Good I’m so glad you are of the same view” she said “it will make life so much easier for you to accept your new life. Now fetch my robe.”
Robert now hyper aware of his new feminine clothing as well as his status as her maid had no time to come to terms with her view of him as more of a girl than a boy, he got to his feet to get the yellow silk kimono style dressing gown from the bed and held it out for her to slip her arms into.
“I’ll shower now” she informed him “I have made a list of what I will be wearing this evening, it’s on the nightstand. Please ensure everything is ready when I return.” she said gazing at him intently.
“Yes Madam.” Robert answered quietly, shameful of the note of the newly acquired servility in his voice.
She too seemed to have picked up on this, gave him a knowing smile, touched him lightly on the chin and mused
“Who would ever have thought I would be training a boy to be my lady’s maid. Now straighten your uniform and get on with your work.”
He hung his head in abject humiliation as she turned and sashayed to the bathroom her buttocks now freed from the constraints of her corsellette wobbled through the material of the fine silk dressing gown.
He turned to gather her clothes, his training as a lady’s maid had begun.

Thursday, July 24, 2014

A Suitable Position Chapter 4

Below is Chapter 4 of A Suitable Position

A Suitable Position

Chapter 4

Relative Interference

Frau Kirchen’s new houseboy didn’t have much time to dwell on his humiliating new outfit as Greta who had by now established her authority over him set him to work tidying her room while she busied herself elsewhere in the house. Now left alone in the quietness of her room the demeaning nature of his new duties dawned on him, making her bed, putting away her clothes ensuring the bathroom was clean and worst of all handling her underwear and placing it in the laundry basket along with his own semen stained pyjamas. When he was satisfied he had completed his task he brought the basket downstairs to the laundry room. Greta called to him from the kitchen instructing him to join her after he had finished his degrading chore.
“Frau Braun, this is Robert our new Hausboy” Greta said introducing him to a large red faced middle aged woman dressed in a cook’s uniform, a timid doe-like creature dressed in a plain brown dress with an apron and mob cap hovered in the background.
Robert was horrified to be introduced to a stranger dressed as he was and his gut feeling was confirmed as he saw the look of contempt on the older woman’s face which was almost immediately  accompanied by a snort of derision as she said something to a Greta in a German dialect that Robert found hard to understand. She kept repeating the phrase “Hausboy!” followed by a disdainful laugh as she broke off to bark at the figure in the drab uniform who immediately scurried off to the pantry. Robert was in no doubt his ridiculous outfit was the cause of the cook’s amusement and he felt his face redden as he could hear her chuckling away to herself as she repeated the word ‘Hausboy’. Greta having been sufficiently entertained now guided him away leaving the cook to get on with her work and to continue her rant at her underling, reaching the safety of the door Greta explained,
“Frau Braun has been Madam’s full time cook for years but now only works on days when Madam’s requires her and as you can tell she’s not exactly Mother Theresa. I’m still not sure but I believe that the girl, at least I think it’s a girl, used to be a housemaid here but for some reason fell foul of the mistress and was given to Frau Braun as a kitchen maid with whom she now lives until her contract expires. Best not get on her bad side, now follow me and I’ll give you the tour.”
As they left the kitchen Robert glanced back at the unfortunate creature and  felt a shiver run down his spine at yet another demonstration of Madam’s authority, he quickly followed Greta, mincing in his unaccustomed heels as she acquainted him with the various rooms downstairs and what they were used for.
“When Madam is at home you must always be mindful of her bell” she explained “when you hear it drop what you’re doing and attend to her immediately making sure you curtsy when you enter the room and the same when you leave. Now you’d better get up to her room remember she wanted to see you before you started your chores.”
Curtsy- he thought as he made his way to her room, cursing himself for his stupid mistake in mindlessly copying Greta’s curtsy the previous day- why on earth did I have to do that yesterday now I’ve no option, it’s such a degrading gesture for a woman but for a man it’s completely outrageous, but there’s no knowing what she’d do if I refused.
He knocked on the door and waited for her instruction to enter and on closing the door behind him performed his ghastly display of subservience.
“I haven’t quite gotten used to a male curtsying to me” she beamed clearly delighted at his execution of the feminine display of respect to a superior “but male or female it really doesn’t matter I suppose and you perform it so elegantly  ... for a male that is.”
Alone with her for the first time in the opulent surroundings of her bedroom he wasn’t quite sure if she meant this as a compliment but the visions of the terrified creature he had seen in the kitchen as well as  the chain gang outside were etched in his brain and he decided to err on the side of caution.
“Thank you Madam” he lied and felt another curtsy was in order.
“Yes I think you will be a splendid addition to my household” she said as she looked him up and down before adding “once you’re fully trained of course, although I feel there is something missing but I just can’t put my finger on it.”
He didn’t know quite what she meant but remained silent as she leant forward slightly causing her ample bosom to wobble.
“My pillows, please” she instructed and he immediately rushed forward to plump them inhaling her heady scent as he did so.
“Good girl” she complemented him but failed to see him wince at being once more being referred to as a girl, he resumed his position a few feet from her bed as she continued,
“Now as I have told you I have some very important and influential friends which will be visiting from time to time in fact I’m expecting one of them this week, the Duchess of Argyll, who may stay for a day or so and as she is travelling without a lady’s maid Greta will act as her maid when required which means some of Greta’s duties will fall to you. Obviously as you are inexperienced Greta will advise you on the more general tasks about the house and I will instruct you myself on the more personalised aspects of domestic service. Do you think you shall be able to manage?”
He wasn’t exactly sure what she meant but was too apprehensive to ask her to clarify and the thought struck him that unless he was positive Frau Braun may well have another addition to her kitchen staff.
“Yes Madam” he answered somewhat nervously.
“Good, when Greta is occupied with other tasks you will attend me in her stead.” she informed him “for example in a moment when I am showering you will make my bed, tidy the room, hang my clothes in the closet and so on.”
“Yes Madam” he said as it struck him these were the very tasks the maid that attended to his aunts performed.
She pulled back the satin quilt and gracefully swung both legs onto the floor and into her kitten heeled slippers, he could clearly see her soft rounded breasts through the delicate lace cups of her nightgown.
“My peignoir” she said.
He blushed thinking she may have noticed his eyes lingering a moment longer than was appropriate and rushed to remove the silk peignoir from the end of the bed and hold it out for her.
“My closet is divided into sections” she explained as she placed her arm into the sleeves “dresses, skirts, suits, blouses etc. all have their own section and they are colour coded so be sure to hang my dress in the correct colour section, naturally the same for my shoes.”
She didn’t wait for any questions as she glided to the bathroom her peignoir gently rippling around her as she went.
Robert wasn’t sure how long she would take to shower but decided it would not look good if he hadn’t finished by the time she returned he began to panic as what to do and how to  do it. He looked around the large room and caught his reflection in the large dressing table mirror and for a second he barely recognised himself and thought only for the pants he resembled one of his aunts’ younger housemaids. He now recalled how his aunts instructed the maidservants at length in how to perform their tasks insisting on the highest standards in all domestic chores. Now it was as if he had walked through the Looking Glass, he was now a servant and required to complete a servant’s duties, his memory served him well as he quickly recalled how a maid worked in a bedroom and dejectedly he set about his work. The number of mirrors in the room made it impossible for him to hide from the image of the feminine creature staring back at him. The relative tightness of his blouse meant his breasts were more prominent now than he had ever allowed them to be and without any binding they bounced around with every movement of his body, his stomach pulled tightly in by his girdle only served to accentuate the effect.
He had just finished when Madam emerged from the bathroom now wearing a towelling bathrobe, her hair wrapped in a towel in the similar feminine turban style that he had been forced to use the previous evening.
“Not a bad first attempt, I must say” she commended him as her eyes scanned the room to inspect his work and handed him her peignoir and nightgown which he folded neatly and then placed under the large frilled satin pillows.
“Very impressive” she added as she watched him perform this task
“Thank you Madam” he blurted with relief and without thinking he curtsied silently berating himself for his newly acquired servile attitude.
“Yes very impressive” she repeated and looking directly at him smiled warmly “it usually takes me weeks to train a lady’s maid properly even in the most simple tasks like this and here you’ve done it without any training whatsoever.”
 Robert was horrified by her words and now felt very conflicted, there was no doubt he was relieved that she had approved of his efforts and could see that this had contributed greatly to her warmer attitude towards him. But- and it was a large but - he was aggrieved that in his attempt to do his best and avoid her displeasure she had somehow mistaken his attention to detail as similar to that of a well-trained lady’s maid. He desperately wanted to protest at her ridiculous comparison but was certain if he did so it would alter the mood in the room and he was certain it would not be for the better. He was also quite sure that in her own confused way she had intended this as a compliment and the approving look on her face left him in no doubt that she required a response.
“Thank you Madam” he said and against his better judgement he subconsciously felt a curtsy was required the now familiar blush returning to his face, he watched her walk across the room and into the spacious closet to inspect how he dealt with putting away her clothes, she motioned him to follow her.
“Yes very good” she murmured her approval while moving and checking the hanging clothes she then pointed to some drawers and said,
“Do you know what an open bottomed corselette is?”
“No Madam” he lied, knowing full well what it was, the unwelcome knowledge gained from years of living with women and more than occasionally being unwillingly exposed to such items of an intimate nature.
“No I don’t suppose you do,” she said no trace of disappointment in her voice and gave him a sweet smile “but not to worry I’m sure you’ll learn.”
“Yes Madam” he felt compelled to reply not knowing what she meant, wishing she would finish the conversation and allow him to leave but it was not to be and she continued much to his discomfiture.
“Well” she began “it’s a little like your own girdle except it’s a full piece which incorporates a bra and as it’s designed to cover down to the mid- thigh area  it’s not closed at the crotch - again like your girdle -but open which requires the wearing of panties. Do you understand?”
“Ah…. Um…. Eerrr” he croaked his mortification reaching new depths at the reminder he was wearing one of her girdles.
“Ah I see I’ve embarrassed you, poor boy, I forgot you are not familiar with ladies foundation garments” she said in a soft voice, “but as I said you will have plenty of time to learn.”
“Yes Madam” he mumbled
“Now while I visit the bathroom” she said moving back into the bedroom “I need you to lay out on the bed an ivory corselette, one with eight garters, a pair of tan stockings, a matching ivory slip – a full one with applique lace and a pair of white silk panties of course. Think you can manage that?”
“Yes Madam” he repeated still reeling from the lesson in ladies foundation wear.
“Good girl” she said as she entered the bathroom and left him to his task.
I really wish she’d stop referring to me as a girl he said to himself it’s bad enough having to wear these clothes without adding insult to injury. Better get on with it though, she seems to be in a good mood no sense in creating unnecessary waves just now.
Finding the correct garments wasn’t as easy as he thought, each drawer contained a different type of foundation garment open bottomed girdles in one, panty girdles in another there was even one which contained several corsets in various colours. Finally he found the one she described and he then began his search for the other items frantically combing through the extremely soft feminine underwear before he found the slip. By this stage he was seeing a pattern as to where each item of lingerie was kept and quickly found the other pieces he required. She re-entered the bedroom just as he had finished laying them out as she had requested, he stood to one side as she inspected them.
“You’re proving quite an asset” she said casting her eyes over the underwear clearly impressed “it usually takes Greta twice as long to complete this, however much as I’m sure you would be more than capable of assisting me in dressing I don’t think either of us would feel comfortable being dressed by someone wearing trousers which is a pity as you seem much more suited to the position of lady’s maid than most girls I have had in the past.”
He breathed a sigh of relief at this but at the same time was incensed at her reference to him acting as a lady’s maid, it was intolerable having to perform a maid’s function making her bed, tidying her room not to mention fetching her underwear, the very idea of carrying out such a menial undertaking as dressing her horrified him. He thought she looked genuinely disappointed when she dismissed him saying
“I suppose you’d better fetch Greta.”
“Yes Madam” he said and breathed a sigh of relief as he hastened to the door.
“Ahem” Madam coughed.
He turned around and immediately realised his mistake by the look on her face.
“Sorry Madam” he said curtsying.
“Please don’t forget it really is becoming tiresome reminding servants of their obligations” she gently admonished him.
“Yes Madam, it won’t happen again” he replied repeating the shameful motion and was relieved when she waved her hand dismissing him.
After making the mistake of entering the kitchen to look for Greta he was treated to another round of Frau Braun’s mocking laughter before she told him where to find her.
“Hausboy!” she roared with great amusement, her thick accent echoing in  the large kitchen as she glanced in the direction of her kitchen maid who nodded her head  more out of fear than agreement and returned a weak smile to avoid her displeasure.
He eventually found Greta in one of the spacious rooms off the hallway.
“Madam wants you.” he informed her.
“Are you forgetting we’ve established a hierarchy with Madam at the top?” Greta snapped “and I’m you immediate superior, so let’s try that again shall we?”
With everything that had taken place he’d forgotten he had agreed to address her as Miss Greta while alone if he refused she had threatened to denounce him for some trumped up charge of disobedience to Madam. 
“Madam wants you Miss Greta” he said recognising she wasn’t in the best of moods.
“Better” Greta replied “What for?”
“She wants you to help her dress I think” he said.
“Why can’t these people just dress themselves like the rest of us?” she muttered to no one in particular  “It’s bad enough having to do housework  in this horrible uniform but having to dress a grown woman is so demeaning. But I suppose it’s better than being on a chain gang like those outside”
“Or Frau Braun’s kitchen maid, but like you said she pays well.” Robert chipped in hoping to ingratiate himself. The last thing he wanted was to get on Greta’s bad side best take a leaf out of the kitchen maid’s book.
“Yea I suppose” Greta reluctantly agreed “ you’re learning, still I hate having to do it, having to stand there in a maid’s uniform while she tries on clothes worth thousands.”
She heard a bell ring impatiently and gave Robert hurried instructions as to want to do before rushing away to attended to her degrading duties.
Robert glad to be on his own carried out Greta’s instructions dusting and polishing and after some considerable time heard voices in the hall, he recognised Madam’s voice issuing instructions to Greta before hearing the front door close.
“She’ll be gone for at least a few hours.” Greta informed him as she entered the room and ran her finger over the marble fireplace and moved on to inspect the large circular walnut coffee table.
“Not bad” she approved as she sat down in one of the comfortable wing back chairs and kicked off her shoes and proffering her right foot added “be a sweetie and give me a foot massage”
Robert hesitated but she wiggled her foot and gave him a slightly intimidating look.
“Or would you like to spend an hour or two cleaning the kitchen cabinets” she suggested.
The thought of spending even a minute alone with Frau Braun was enough to make him wretch, he shook his head.
“No I thought not. Well get to it then, girl.” Greta purred still wiggling her nylon covered foot.
He crossed the deeply carpeted room and silently knelt before her and without making eye contact took her foot and began rubbing the sole.
“Gently you silly cow” Greta scolded him “I’m not a horse you’re trying to shoe”
“Sorry Miss Greta” he mumbled as he loosened his grip.
“Better, ah much better” she said as his fingers worked her stockinged foot “that’s a good girl.”
She indicated for him to change feet and as he began on her left foot she slid her right one between his legs and rubbed his crotch with her toes. He looked up and saw her head laid back on the headrest, eyes closed as she continued to work her foot against his girdled groin. He squirmed with every touch as his engorged member imprisoned by the heavy and tight girdle could not get any relief. Greta however was gently moving her hips and occasionally touched herself between her legs with her hands emitting the faintest moans as she did so. After a few minutes her breathing became laboured and her hip movements seemed to quicken, his groin was also feeling the now increasingly rhythmic efforts of her foot. She suddenly stopped and withdrew her feet and standing unsteadily straightened her apron and said in a distinctly wavering voice,
“I’ve… ah…  left you a list of chores on the….. ah .. hall table….. I need to go to my room for a while.”
Robert was still on his knees as she left the room wobbling ever so slightly steadying herself with the door frame before she finally left the room, he only rose to his feet after she closed the door. It took several minutes for him to recover and for his secreted bulge to subside, after he had composed himself he shakily returned to his dusting and polishing the furniture.
When he’d finished he arranged the furniture as it was before and although still a little unsteady from his experience with Greta he picked up her list and set about the remaining tasks, the chores, vacuuming, dusting and so forth which he considered  menial but at least they allowed time for him to calm himself. Later he was summoned to the kitchen for lunch by Frau Braun’s kitchen maid luckily the cook had fallen asleep in the large armchair by the stove and he was able to eat lunch in peace without any sarcastic comments about his appearance. He tried making conversation with the kitchen maid who seemed pleasant enough but for some reason appeared too frightened to engage with him. She cleared away his plate when he’d finished and placed a large bowl in front of him and after thanking her she curtsied.
Makes a change someone curtsying to me, Greta is right there’s obviously a hierarchy here and this girl is on the lowest rung, wonder what she did to get demoted?  he thought as he enjoyed Frau Braun’s excellent apple strudel and acknowledged  the timid creature’s curtsy with a patronising nod of his head  as he had seen Madam do to him on several occasions, the maid scurried away after serving him coffee.
Through the kitchen window he saw his persecutors from earlier that morning come into view, their guard had them working really hard clearing the undergrowth at the end of the garden, sweat clearly viable through their horrible pale blue stripped prison uniforms, he could hear the guard barking orders at them, she was obviously still reeling from the threat Madam issued following their treatment of him.
These clothes may be demeaning and the work menial but at least it’s easier and a lot cleaner than what they’re doing maybe it wasn’t such a bad move after all. He said to himself as he watched the wretches labour under the angry guard.
 He finished his coffee and wandered back to the hall to see if Greta had surfaced yet, he couldn’t find her anywhere but after his encounter with her earlier he really didn’t want to seek her out so he continued his duties in the hall.
Yes he thought as he lightly flicked a polished marble sculpture with his feather duster this is much better than working outside.
He was suddenly aroused from his thoughts at the sound of the doorbell. Panic seized him and he clung to the wall how could he answer the door dressed as he was. A few moments lapsed before Greta appeared at the  top of the stairs clad looking very flushed and clad only in her slip but with an urgency in her voice she called down to him as the doorbell rang a second time.
 “Hurry answer the door it’s probably some of Madam’s friends calling unannounced, they‘ll be livid if you don’t open it quickly. I need to get dressed I’ll be down in a few minutes.”
With that she disappeared and the doorbell rang again but this time it was more persistent, he could tell the caller was impatient and was not going to go away.  He nervously made his way to the door and slowly opened it, facing him were two large and formidable women, one dressed in a below the knee fawn cashmere coat the other in an emerald green high collared military style coat of the same length, both wore elaborate fur stoles.
“What kept you girl” the lady in cashmere snapped in a cut glass English accent.
Robert stood open mouthed and completely dumbfounded in front of the two women as they swept past him into the hall.
“Another new maid!” the other woman sighed not even trying to conceal her exasperation.
“Why on earth can’t my niece hold on to her maids for more than a few weeks, never mind? Girl! tell your mistress, her aunt Lady Agatha and Miss Clarissa are here” the older woman said as she waited for him to close the door.
“I’m sorry madam the mistress is not here at the moment.” he blurted and realised that this was the first time he had referred to Frau Kirchen as his mistress and despite his panic at the arrival of these two fearsome women he felt deeply ashamed at this servile admission.
“Not to worry Agatha, we shall wait for her in the drawing room.” the lady in emerald green said before remarking “and why are you not in your afternoon uniform girl?”
“Ah..I’m… the ermm …new houseboy madam” he stammered.
“NEW HOUSEBOY! Don’t be ridiculous” Lady Agatha boomed. “never heard of such a thing, you’re a housemaid you silly girl. What on earth do you think of that Clarissa?”
“Rosamund certainly has some strange ideas regarding her servants” her younger companion answered giving Robert a quizzical look, but observing that he was on the verge of tears said “oh Agatha look what you’ve done the poor girl obviously upset having to pretend she’s… what did she say   …  a houseboy and has obviously been forced to dress in pants like a male to make this ridiculous pretence more believable. It’s not her fault her mistress insisted on this horrible charade of having her dress like a boy.”
“I had not considered that. I thought she was flouting the dress code for maidservants while her mistress was away.” Lady Agatha conceded and continued in a more conciliatory tone, “Of course the poor girl is upset having to wear those horrid male clothes instead of a pretty uniform dress and apron.”
“No…  Madam ….it’s fine … I really am……” he stumbled just as Greta emerged from the servants’ door.
“Ah there you are Greta” Lady Agatha recognising her niece’s servant.
“Your Ladyship” Greta greeted the visitor with a curtsy which Lady Agatha acknowledged with an approving nod before resuming.
“I see your mistress has been indulging in one of these modern fads of hers, dressing her new maid as a poor facsimile of a boy. Just look at how distressed the girl is.”
“It’s really alright Madam I….” Robert tried in vain to intervene.
“Quiet girl!  do not speak until you’re spoken to” Greta snapped hoping to ingratiate herself with the two distinguished ladies.
“As I was saying” Lady Agatha continued, pausing only to cast a mildly disapproving look in Robert’s direction for his temerity in speaking out of turn “I do not care for such novelties they serve only to confuse the lower orders.
Robert knew by now not to open his mouth without permission unless he wished to incur the wrath of this intimidating woman and despite their obvious and  - considering his outfit and his prominent breasts- understandable error at mistaking his sex he remained quiet while they discussed his status and clothing.
“Quite right” Miss Clarissa concurred “I know Rosamund tries to be progressive when it comes to her servants but allowing them to wear trousers…. Well it does seem a tad too avant-garde for polite society although I suppose she probably meant well.
“Avant- garde? Harrumph” Lady Agatha snorted “more like revolutionary whatever next. Will we have to dust our own furniture, make our beds, cook our meals… heaven forbid dress ourselves! It’s the thin end of the wedge who knows where it will end. Could you imagine, dear Clarissa, if this got out to our friends we would be the laughing stock of society. No this has to be corrected immediately and not only for us but for the poor girl herself, just look at her. Heavens! she’s not even wearing a bra. This really has gone far enough.”
Robert was relieved that the women were not angry with him and while embarrassed at Lady Agatha’s reference to his breasts could understand her error and under different circumstances would have been pleased that they viewed him as the victim.
They seem more upset with the mistress he thought to himself feeling slightly smug, Lady Agatha intruded on his thoughts.
“Greta take her upstairs and put her into a proper afternoon uniform” Lady Agatha announced to Robert’s utter horror.
His mouth suddenly became drier than the Sahara and he felt his legs weaken, he tried desperately tried to scream but the words just would not come. Greta on the other hand had no such problems.
“Of course m’lady” she said opening the drawing room door and curtsying “if you come through to the drawing room we’ll not be long.”
“And put her into a bra for goodness sake, she’s a housemaid not a streetwalker” Miss Clarissa chipped in as she entered the room.
Greta closed the door, took the still dumbfounded youth by the hand and made hastily for the servants’ stairs. They had only gone a few steps when Robert became acutely aware of his situation.
“You really can’t be serious, I can’t wear a dress” he blurted finally finding his voice.
“And a bra” Greta blurted unable to contain her excitement.
“No” Robert said finally locating a piece of backbone “I won’t do it. Frau Kirchen would surely forbid it.”
“Are you joking” Greta said becoming impatient “she may well oppose her aunt privately but if she finds out you have disobeyed a direct instruction from your betters in general and her aunt in particular I really would not like to be in your shoes. She may view it as a servant rebelling against the natural order. Believe me she values obedience and loyalty over everything.”
Greta took his hand and walked him to the window and looked out on the garden where the female prisoners were still slaving away.
“Do you really want to join them?” she said “because if you do you are certainly going the right way about it.”
He felt a tightening in the pit of his stomach at the sight of the women toiling in their horrible uniforms and could feel his legs weaken, there amongst the prisoners Greta said was a former servant, could Madam really consign  him to such a fate, could he really take the chance?
“Well?” Greta asked the impatience growing in her voice.
He didn’t answer just shook his head accepting he had no choice in the matter, moments later they were in his room.
“We don’t have a lot of time get undressed while I find a suitable uniform for you” she said and seeing that he was slow in following her instructions she snapped “get a move on, no time to be modest”
Robert stripped to his girdle and covered his breasts with his arms while she busied herself in the closet in which he had been given the task of arranging the previous under-housemaid’s uniforms. He had a horrible queasy feeling as she threw a dress on the bed and looked at him with a sneer on her face as he covered his breasts.
“Don’t know why you’re so shy everyone in this house has a pair, you’ll soon get used to it” she laughed as she turned her attention to the tallboy and retrieved some other pieces of clothing.
He gasped as she laid the clothes on the bed and then held up a bra by its straps, he looked at the garment in horror and noticing his discomfort she announced triumphantly deliberately using the elongated version.
“Your first brassiere, and it matches your girdle perfectly.” 
He winced at the word and stepped back as she dangled the bra provocatively saying
“Why so glum?” she mocked him mercilessly “a girl’s first brassiere is a wonderful moment, you’ll love it, it will make you feel like a real woman. Now put out your arms, there’s a good boy.”
Calling him a boy only served to heighten his discomfort and he hesitated as she continued to extend the horrid garment shaking it every few seconds to encourage him, eventually she lost patience
“Perhaps I should I call the ladies? Maybe you can explain to them why you’re disobeying their explicit instructions.”
The picture of the convicts labouring under their guard suddenly appeared in his mind’s eye, he reluctantly stretched out his arms she slid the long line bra over them and quickly turned him around and fastened him into it pulling and tugging him as she did so. She adjusted the straps pulling the long breast band down until it almost touched the high waist band of the girdle she then spent an uncomfortably long time settling his breasts into the soft satin cups, all the while giving encouraging little asides
“You’re being a good boy for Miss Greta now aren’t you?, You’ll feel like a proper girl now.” or  “We’ll soon have you presentable for the ladies.”
She sat him on him bed and showed him how to roll a pair of tan pantyhose up his smooth legs assuring him that he was so lucky having hairless legs and that  girls would kill for skin like his -not having to shave their legs. A chocolate coloured slip with a cream lace hem was slipped over his head and she settled over his new bra this was followed quickly by a black dress, she helped him slide his arms through the sleeves.
“There’s a side zipper, you can do that for yourself” she said taking further delight in watching him zip himself into a housemaids uniform, it flared out and fell to just below the knee.
“Good girl” Greta gushed, the excitement in her voice now very evident.
As he stood rooted to the spot with shame Greta wasted no time in putting him into a crisp white frilled pinafore apron and tied him into it securely with a large bow at the back, a frilled cap was placed on his head and she fixed hairpins into it to keep it in place. Still in shock he put up no resistance as she deftly applied a light foundation and had him pucker his lips before applying the palest pink lipstick.
“Yes much more suitable for a housemaid” she said standing back to admire her handiwork “time to present you to the ladies”
As she ushered him along the corridor and descending the stairs he began to awake from his stupor and for the first time experienced air circulate between his legs, the strange feeling of the pantyhose encasing those same legs and the unusual sound made as his thighs rubbed together. The slip clung to him and he thought he heard a whispering sound as he walked. The horrible sensation of his long line bra was almost too much to bear even more than the girdle, the straps bit into his shoulders and he felt the breast band with its six inches of strong nylon material compress his flesh from front to back.
This must be what a horse feels like when a saddle is put on him for the first time he thought, although much as I hate to admit it, it does give great support to my breasts.
As they hastened towards the drawing room door he hated himself for referring to his deformities as his breasts. Greta stopped outside and made minor adjustments to his uniform and correctly sensing his unwillingness to enter hissed at him,
“Don’t even think about it, and remember to curtsy, it will be much more natural for you now that you’re wearing proper uniform.”
He bitterly resented her remark knowing full well she meant a maid’s uniform but given his circumstances he remained silent, still eyeing him intently she knocked on the door, entering only  after she had heard Lady Agatha’s booming voice bidding her to do so.
“Your ladyship, Miss Clarissa” Greta said as she curtsied.
Both ladies were seated and looked at the two servants from above their newspapers.
“Excellent, much more presentable. Houseboy! Indeed” Lady Agatha trilled looking over her pince-nez clearly impressed with Robert’s transformation.
“Yes much better Agatha, she’s such a pretty thing in her new uniform” Miss Clarissa agreed rising from her seat to inspect the new maid more closely “I really can’t think why Rozamund insisted on her wearing those awful pants and referring to her as a Houseboy. Your niece certainly has some strange ideas when it comes to servants. Oh do look Agatha now that she’s wearing a bra her breasts are more shapely. Much more comfortable I’d imagine my dear?”
The humiliations Robert had suffered in the last twenty four hours were nothing compared to the abject mortification he was now experiencing, dressed as a girl, worse – as a uniformed housemaid. He knew what was required and lowered his eyes as he curtsied.

“Yes Miss very comfortable” he answered the shame coursing through him like a mountain torrent but much as he hated to admit it and despite the unfamiliar straps and band nipping at his flesh there was more than a grain of truth in his reply.
“Turn around girl” Lady Agatha ordered like a sergeant major drilling troops as she too crossed the floor to scrutinise the refashioned servant girl.
She examined Robert so closely that he could smell the sweetness of her breath which mixed with her strong but not unpleasant perfume. Up close he noticed she was quite a striking woman her thick shoulder length hair was dark brown with a marvellous sheen to it, her make-up was expertly applied though a bit on the heavy side with perhaps a tad too much eyeliner. She continued her inspection tugging gently at his pinafore apron, fingering the skirt of the dress and so on before letting her hand slide over his left buttock and squeezed it hard enough for him to notice and move forward slightly  but not hard enough for him to jump.
“Yes much better” she pronounced, gently patting his girdled backside “now what is your name girl?”
“Robert m’lady” he blurted caught completely unawares at how ridiculous this would have sounded considering his new uniform.
“Robert? Robert?” Miss Clarissa repeated obviously aghast at his answer.
“Rozamund clearly has the poor girl trained to say that Clarissa” Lady Agatha suggested shaking her head as if to sympathise with Robert’s plight “I admire your loyalty to your mistress girl but we can’t have a housemaid running around called Robert. You name is obviously Roberta but – and I think you will agree – that’s not a name suitable for a servant girl. No, much too pretentious for a housemaid, something simple, appropriate to your station. What do you think Clarissa?”
“Yes Agatha it really must be something simple” Miss Clarissa mused “I recall having a French lady’s maid some years ago, Christabel or Charlotte I can’t remember, in any event it was something outrageous for a lady’s maid so I renamed her Nancy, much more befitting a servant don’t you think?”  
“Quite” Lady Agatha concurred “as we have done the girl a service by freeing her from the confinement of those ghastly trousers I think it falls to us to rename her. We really need to think this over.”
The sheer arrogance of these women now they want to give me a girl’s name he thought to himself I’m sure Frau Kirchen will not allow this after all she protected me from those horrible prisoners this morning..
“Greta we shall take tea and consider the issue.”
“Yes m’lady” Greta replied, turning to Robert ordered “come along girl.”
Following Greta’s lead he took the sides of his new uniform and lowered his legs in the now familiar and subservient gesture. Leaving the room he could hear the ladies now deep in conversation.
“Abigail or maybe Agnes, what about Anne that’s a nice plain name for a servant girl.” Lady Agatha said
“Or perhaps Dora or Mavis” Miss Clarissa retorted “finding a name for one’s new maid can be such a tiresome procedure.”