Chapter 1 Introducing the trainee maid
I advertised in several women’s magazines:
"Sophisticated, demanding professional man requires presentable female, 18 – 40, as his private maid. The successful applicant will be issued with a uniform and undergo preliminary training in protocol, posture and deportment."
After several weeks I receive a reply from an inarticulate girl, that leads nowhere. And then a crude, equally unappealing reply from an obese woman that also leads nowhere.
Two months later my patience is rewarded when I hear from Susanna, who describes herself in these words:
"I am aged 27, 5ft. 5in. tall. People consider me to be attractive, my measurements being 32C bust, 27 in. waist, 35 in. hips. I have long dark hair and hazel eyes. In my work as a fashion department assistant, I am a very willing worker and have received Commendations and Awards from two departmental managers."
Over several email exchanges, Susanna reveals herself to be an articulate, sensitive girl, and her photos show her as very pretty, very feminine, with a shapely bust and curvaceous hips, large eyes, an innocent smile and dark shoulder length hair.
It doesn’t take long to discover that we’re like two sides of the same coin and very much on the same wavelength.
We meet for the first time at a wine bar. Susanna is wearing a pink and white patterned frock and pink stiletto heel sandals. Immaculately groomed and beautifully made up, she looks even prettier than in her photos.
We retreat to a quiet corner. I must gain her trust, and after a few drinks she opens up to me. I only have to listen, with gentle prompts whenever she falters, before the fantasies she had previously only hinted at, start tumbling out.
"I feel a need which I can’t explain." Susanna hesitates and I squeeze her hand to reassure her. After a short silence she continues: "I want to be dominated by someone with an air of authority who controls me and . . ." Another pause, then "Yes, I suppose, and someone who punishes me when I am disobedient"
She blushes a deep shade of pink and looks prettier and more vulnerable than ever.
It’s time to show Susanna The Rules:
Rule 1. You must always be presentable and groomed to look your best. This means attending to personal hygiene, hair, make-up (dark eye-shadow, eye-liner, mascara, blusher, and red or pink lipstick, with matching varnished finger-nails and toe-nails). Pay special attention to your Cupid’s bow. Subject to my prior approval, you may also wear your favourite perfume.
Rule 2. You must always be on your best behaviour. This means correct posture and deportment, and doing exactly as you are told. If you feel unable to carry out an instruction, you must state your reason, and propose an alternative that is acceptable to me.
Rule 3. You will speak only when spoken to, except in an emergency.
Rule 4. When required to speak, you will address me as Mister Steele or Sir. You will address other people as I instruct you.
Susanna reads the Rules, then looks up at me with a shy little smile:
"Thank you Mister Steele, I have read the Rules."
I smile back at her. "Good. Now, if you wish to proceed, please sign The Agreement."
(In brief, The Agreement states that I undertake to stay within Susanna's stated personal boundaries and that Susanna commits to a training regime of strict discipline. She fully accepts that disobedience is always punished.)
"Write your name in lower case letters, to remind you of your subordinate position."
She takes the pen and signs:
susanna
Chapter 2 Ingrid removes Susanna's pubic hair
The following week, before she arrives for her first session, I shower and shave, then slip into skin-tight black leather briefs and a black silk dressing gown with a black leather belt around my waist.
susanna arrives just after 2:00 pm and immediately apologises for being late. According to my watch, almost a minute late. As I expected, she is beautifully made up, dressed again in her pink frock and looking prettier than ever. To teach her to be punctual, it almost seems a pity that I shall have to punish her.
I usher susanna into the bedroom, with its black walls, black curtains and black ceiling. To one side a desk and beyond it a four-poster bed, with cuffs attached to each corner, pulleys and stirrups suspended from overhead. Deep pink satin sheets and pillows. Full-length mirrors, instruments of discipline and restraint on display.
I thrust the tip of my riding crop beneath susanna’s chin and push it upwards. She jumps to attention. I run my fingers through her hair.
"It's time for you to undress, susanna, for me to inspect you!" I almost whisper. . . "There's a good girl . . . drop your clothes on the floor. Let’s get a good look at you."
Her face is flushed. She looks down at the floor and takes a deep breath.
I stand back, savouring each moment as susanna cautiously takes off her frock then her white cotton bra . . shoes . . stockings . . white cotton suspenders . . and finally a pair of plain blue cotton panties.
The naked girl stands before me, blushing. susannna craves humiliation and I take great pleasure in granting her wish. Her hands cover her mons venus.
"Hands to your sides, girl!"
Grasping the riding crop, I give susanna a short, sharp stroke across the back of her upper thighs. She drops her hands and draws in a short, sharp breath. I stand in front of her and run the tip of the crop beneath her chin, then down between her firm, thrusting breasts, descending . . . slowly back and forth between her thighs, then s-l-o-w-l-y back and forth between her labia. My aim is to make her hot and wet before the punishment I so look forward to inflicting on her.
"If you slouch or if your posture or deportment is faulty and needs correcting, I shall use my riding crop as a swift corrective measure. It's not to punish you, I shall only punish you for rebelliousness or disobedience. One way or another, I shall train you to maintain correct posture and deportment at all times.
"Good girl. Now, gather up your clothes, fold them neatly, kneel down, present them to me and then prostrate yourself at my feet, rear end up in the air."
susanna falls to her knees with her chin to the floor, her knees bent and bottom thrust upwards, buttocks stretched tight. She kisses each of my toes and in between them, and then she kisses and licks all over my feet. I run the riding crop back and forth between her buttocks and labia.
With one foot, I then push her away and she topples over. As she regains her balance, I pull her to her feet and instruct her to lie on the bed, on her back, with her arms and legs spread wide. I lock her wrists and ankles into secure, comfortable hand- and ankle-cuffs attached to the corner posts. I thrust two large pillows beneath her waist, raising her hips, spreading her legs wider and displaying her vulva for my inspection.
Susanna’s personal hygiene is immaculate: a hint of intimate feminine scent and no trace of soapy aromas.
I have almost finished shampooing Susanna’s pubic hair, when Ingrid arrives. Ingrid, looking slim and elegant as always, is wearing one of her stylish Domme outfits: a white, off-the-shoulder blouse, black leather pencil skirt with long side slits, a wide buckled belt, sheer stockings and black stiletto heel shoes with ankle straps.
Ingrid is a Brazilian waxing expert.
“I’m so pleased to see you Ingrid, after all these weeks. Take a seat. I’ve almost finished shampooing this trainee maid I told you about. Here she is. She answers to the name susanna."
Removing susanna’s blindfold, I introduce her to Ingrid.
Standing to one side of the girl, Ingrid smiles down at her. She takes susanna’s hand and informs her that “in a few moments I shall remove your pubic hairs susanna, until your mound is beautifully smooth all over".
Ingrid gently explains that "waxing involves removal of the hairs by the roots, and may be painful".
"Maybe VERY painful," I add, "if you don't fully cooperate with Mistress Ingrid."
Ingrid turns and looks at me. "No, don’t hurt her more than necessary," I urge. "She was late for her appointment and I shall punish her myself for that."
Ingrid goes about her task while I hold susanna’s hand and speak reassuringly to her, to soothe her pain and discomfort. Ingrid finally removes the very last hair, then massages scented body lotion into susanna’s now smooth mons venus. Ingrid passes the lotion to me.
I massage susanna’s mons and run my fingers between her labia, slowly back and forth until I feel her juices start to flow.
I quickly remove my fingers and give susanna a sharp slap across her mound, cutting short her growing excitement and leaving her feeling hot with desire and sexually frustrated. And all the more pleasurable to play with.
I release her from her bonds.
It's time for susanna to get dressed in her new uniform.
Chapter 3 susanna gets dressed in her new uniform and is punished
As this will be the first time susanna wears her new uniform and the first time I punish her, it is a special occasion, a very special occasion.
Ingrid is here to take part and to observe susanna’s first punishment. At precisely 2:00 pm the door bell rings and Ingrid answers the door. She ushers susanna into the training room and instructs the girl to stand to attention in front of the desk. Facing susanna from the other side, I inform her that her new uniform is ready; "So, strip off sweetie, there's a good girl, and don't keep us waiting".
Ingrid sits next to me and we watch susanna undressing. As soon as she's naked, I step in front of her, and slowly look her up and down. By now she's blushing furiously. I pause and kiss her lips while I fondle her beautifully proportioned breasts, squeezing and twisting her nipples between my fingers. I steadily increase the pressure and she starts to writhe and squirm. She's throwing her head back now and gritting her teeth as the pain steadily increases.
I suddenly stop and stand back.
"Now, place your hands on the edge of the desk, susanna . . . keep your hands on the desk and move away. Good girl! Now spread your legs apart, thrust out your bottom and arch your back. Now, stand still while Ingrid and I inspect you."
After a thorough inspection, it's time for susanna to dress in her new uniform. Each garment is neatly laid out on the pink satin bed sheet.
First, she slips on a pair of close-fitting, high-sided lacy rose pink and white panties; followed by a matching under-wire bra with half-cups that give glimpses of her nipples; full-length black nylon stockings with lacy tops; pink leather sandals with open toes, ankle straps and 5-inch stiletto heels; and black arm-length fingerless gloves.
I lock a black leather collar with D-rings front and back, around susanna's neck, and attach a chain leash.
susanna is now ready for the most important item of her wardrobe: her training corset.
It is a made-to-measure under-bust corset, designed to raise the breasts and thrust them forwards. It is also designed to control movement and to reduce waist size by up to 6 inches or 15 cm.
The corset is made from heavy-duty fabric faced with lacy rose pink satin. It includes front busk fastening, back lacing and steel boning to shape the figure, high-cut sides to emphasise the hips, and six suspenders. The corset includes sturdy shoulder straps that cross at the back and that also prevent the suspenders and stockings from pulling the corset down. The straps are adjustable from the back, providing Ingrid and myself total control of susanna’s posture and facilitating correct deportment.
Ingrid fits susanna into the corset and attaches her stockings to the suspenders. Next, she tighten the laces, only slightly to start with as both waist and corset take time to adapt to each other, and must therefore be broken in slowly. Ingrid now pins a lacy white bonnet to susanna’s hair and ties a matching apron around her waist.
As you will see later, we also break in susanna slowly, over six to eight weeks, until she has reached the required standard in the performance of her duties, and has learned to be always obedient and submissive. And reached the waist size I require.
I remind susanna that, within this time frame, she is subject to strict discipline:
“My training is designed to quickly break in an unruly girl like you and train you to be a well-behaved maid who performs her duties as required.”
It is nearly time for susanna’s punishment.
I remind susanna that she disobeyed my instructions and that I must therefore punish her.
"When I say 2 pm I mean 2 pm, no later, and you were late susanna, almost a minute late, weren’t you, sweetie?"
"Yes Sir".
"So you do understand why I must punish you?"
“Yes Sir.”
Ingrid and I exchange glances.
I instruct the still blushing girl to lay across my lap, legs apart, fingertips and toes just touching the floor. Ingrid moves her chair to sit and cradle susanna’s head between her thighs. She gently runs her fingers through susanna’s hair.
Although susanna’s buttocks are fully exposed, I pull down her panties, adding to her humiliation, and exposing her vagina.
susanna’s buttocks quiver, awaiting the first stroke.
"susanna, remind me, why am I going to punish you?"
"Because I was late for my appointment . . . Sir." Her muffled voice comes from between Ingrid's thighs, squeezing susanna's head in their firm grip.
"Yes susanna. And to teach you NEVER to be late for an appointment. So, you'll be wise to remember, if you are late again, or misbehave in any other way, you will be punished. Always.
"In a few moments it will be time for your punishment. As this is your first punishment, I am going to give you a hand spanking. You see, sweetie, the direct flesh-to-flesh contact of a hand spanking will quickly establish a very special, very personal bond between us. A bond of domination and submission, discipline and obedience. This is what you crave and what you need. Are we agreed, susanna?”
“Yes Sir.”
"If you disobey me again, I shall punish you more severely with the leather paddle or leather strap. Or the riding crop or maybe the whip. They each have their uses susanna, and special techniques for inflicting pain, without of course, injuring you.
"I am a kind, sensitive discipliner: While I am punishing you, I speak softly, and show sympathy for your pain and suffering, as I remind you of your misconduct. After I finish punishing you, you will thank me for punishing you, apologise for your misconduct and promise to obey me. Now, sweetie, arch your back and thrust your bottom towards me."
My hand delivers the first stroke across her tight, pale buttocks, leaving a rose pink afterglow.
Each stroke is harder than the one before it. By four or five strokes, susanna is squealing and squirming. Her short, sharp breaths, punctuated by "aaaaaahs!" and "ooooohs!", tell me the spanking is becoming somewhat painful for her.
"Punishing you gives me great pleasure susanna; I punish you for your own good, to teach you to become the obedient submissive girl we're all aiming for."
After nine strokes susanna’s cheeks are burning hot and bright red all over. By now, she is writhing and gasping and moaning. It's hard to be certain, but I think it’s a mixture of pain and pleasure.
I pause before the last three strokes.
"susanna sweetie, I know how you feel and the pain you are suffering. Just three more strokes and it will all be over."
I cup susanna's mound with one hand, pressing hard and slipping one finger between her inner lips. My aim is to arouse her to within an inch of orgasm, both to soften the pain (how kind I am!) and to ensure she stays hot with unfulfilled desire. This is to make her more responsive, easier to train and more amenable to the prospect of being rewarded for her obedience.
As susanna’e breathing quickens, she arches her back, thrusts out her buttocks invitingly and her hips start bucking.
Smaaaaaaaaaaack!!!!
susanna gasps and cries out loud "Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!! Ooooooohhhhh!!!!!!"
Smmaaaaaaaaaaaaack!!!!!!!!!!!
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!! Ooooooohhhhh!!!!!!" . . . "Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Smmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I quickly pull the trembling girl to her feet and embrace her close to me.
"Pull yourself together sweetie. Hitch up your panties, and thank me for teaching you an important lesson. And then thank Mistress Ingrid for stroking your hair. And always address my friend as ‘Mistress Ingrid’ or ‘Mistress’. Or as Mistress Ingrid instructs you."
"Thank You Sir for teaching me an important lesson. And thank you Mistress Ingrid for stroking my hair. I know Sir that I fully deserved my punishment, I apologize for disobeying you and I promise in future always to do as I am told.”
"And if you DISobey me, sweetie, I may punish you with this." Grasping my black leather strap, I brandish it in front of her.
Ingrid slips out of the room.
I continue: "Now sweetie pie, go and stand at the foot of the bed."
As she does so, I take off my dressing gown and lay back, propped up against the pillows at the bed-head.
"Climb up here susanna, and suck my toes, every one of them, and lick in between them too." I proffer each foot in turn; she takes it in her hands and sucks each toe then licks them in between.
I now place a blindfold around her eyes.
Following my instructions, she licks me all the way up to my thighs. "Use your teeth to pull down my briefs, girl."
A short struggle before she pulls them down, greeted by my solid erection, that feels so light and free. "Now, stick out your tongue and lick me sweetie, lick me under the shaft, here, from end to end, slow sweetie, slow. . ."
Her breasts press against my knees. I thrust my hands beneath each one, caressing and squeezing, caressing and squeezing harder, squeezing and twisting, pinching and pulling susanna's nipples. "Look up susanna, look up!" I release my grip.
Panting and heaving, she raises her head, an angelic smile on her face as she thrusts out her breasts towards me.
It’s like she’s saying, “Here are my breasts for you to punish, as you wish and as I deserve. Please Sir, please keep punishing me.”
I thrust my hips forwards and my head rolls back. My cock is rock solid now and I'm starting to cum. . . . I'm cumming, . . . in jerks and spasms . . . . . I'm cumming! . . . cumming!! . . . cumming!!!
susanna leans forward, her mouth wide open. My juices spurt all over her face and into her mouth. She wipes her face with her fingers, licks them clean and looks at me with that shy little smile again.
I pull her towards me, kissing her lips hard and holding her tight for several minutes.
Her ordeal behind her, it's time for susanna to get some rest and relaxation. And after that, her next training session will be home alone with Ingrid.
"Thank you susanna sweetie. In a few moments Mistress Ingrid is going to take you to her home, for you to get some rest and relaxation. Ingrid will then train you in etiquette, protocol, speech, posture and deportment. After that, Mistress Ingrid will return here with you to show me all you have learned from her. While you are in Mistress Ingrid's care, you must always be on your best behavior, and do exactly as Mistress Ingrid instructs you. If you are rebellious or disobedient, Mistress Ingrid will punish you.
"Now, get dressed and smarten yourself up, quick! quick!, chop! chop! Don't keep Ingrid waiting."
Chapter 4 Ingrid comforts susanna
A few minutes later, Ingrid is driving home with susanna seated beside her.
"How are you feeling, my dear? Still hurting?"
"Still hurting a bit, Ma'am, thank you Ma'am."
"We'll be home soon. . ."
Ingrid's place is a modern twelfth storey rooftop apartment. It's not overlooked, and the enclosed courtyard garden gives complete privacy. Elegant decor within; walls, drapes furnishings and carpets in black and reds and pinks; soft lighting, music at the touch of a button, hints of delicate perfume.
Ingrid throws off her shoes, falls into an armchair and waves towards the drinks tray. "Bring me a vodka and lime susanna dear, and one for you. Ice is in the fridge around the corner."
susanna brings the drinks. Ingrid pats the sofa. "Come and sit down here, and relax sweetie."
After a second round of drinks, Ingrid puts her arm around susanna's shoulders, pulls her close and slowly moves her face towards her, planting long, gentle kisses upon susanna's soft red lips. Without a word passing between them, Ingrid begins stroking susanna's hair and her tongue thrusts apart susanna's lips and explores within her mouth. As susanna's hips start swaying and her breathing grows stronger, Ingrid pulls away. It's time for the next stage she has planned for this occasion.
"Is your bottom still painful from the spanking sweetie?"
"Yes Mistress, it's still a bit painful, thank you Mistress."
"Well, I'm going to give you a nice relaxing massage, to ease the pain away sweetie. Follow me please."
Ingrid leads susanna to her boudoir. The expansive room resembles James' training room, though with a distinctly feminine touch, with pink lacy frills and a dressing table in place of the desk in James' room.
"Here, turn around susanna, while I loosen your corset laces. . . . There, that's better, you can do the rest by yourself. When you've finished undressing, stand to attention in front of the dressing table, facing the door." Ingrid gives susanna a full kiss on the lips before parting: "I'll be back in a few minutes."
On her way out, Ingrid opens the wardrobe, takes out a black negligee and a pair of black stilettos and leaves the room, closing the door behind her. Outside the door, she throws off her street clothes and stands before the mirror in black-and-red designer bra and g-string, and long black stockings. She slips into her negligee, then stoops and pulls on the immaculate stilettos reserved for bedroom pleasures.
Re-entering the boudoir, Ingrid glides across the carpet towards the naked susanna, who quickly jumps to attention.
Touching her lightly on the cheek, Ingrid whispers: “Lay down on your back, sweetie. On the carpet, here." She points in front of the chair.
Ingrid sits down and gently places one foot across susanna’s neck.
“Take my shoe in your hands susanna sweetie. Good girl. Now lick and suck the stiletto heel, every inch of it, starting from the tip."
susanna wriggles over to one side and cups the shoe in her hand. Her eager lips suck on the heel and her tongue lick all around the shaft. After only a few minutes, Ingrid looks down at her and smiles sweetly. "That's enough now, thank you sweetie pie. It's time for your massage."
Ingrid helps susanna to her feet, gives her a quick kiss on the lips and says: “Go lay on the bed now, there’s a good girl; lay on your tummy, with your legs apart. Make yourself comfortable. There’s plenty of pillows. If you need more, just let me know.”
Ingrid turns down the lights to create a soft pink glow.