Date: Tue, 23 Mar 2004 12:46:23 -0000
From: Witchypoo662001@yahoo.com
Subject: Brr Brr Pt 1

This story is fictional. it has no bearing to anyone, If you are under the
legal age please leave. If not then please enjoy. Also this story was
written by Ms Christine, and was posted on Her behalf


Brr...brr...brr... the phone receiver was picked up "Ms Grace speaking,
how may I help you?"


          Grace Angelica De Lille, was a success business woman. She stood
5 foot 7 inches in her stocking feet, with shoulder length reddish hair,
hazel eyes, pale complexion all bar a few freckles which decorated her
shoulders, nice lips largish breasts and hips, and the one thing she
definitely knew she did best was ...DOMINATRIX.


          This story is of the meeting between her and the person to become
her personal maid, later in another part I will describe the learning of
dress and training, but for now please bear with me on the Meeting.

          When Grace met Peter he told her of his yearning to dress as a
subservient maid and how he wished he had a Mistress to serve under.  A
mutual friend had given him Grace's number and when he finally plucked up
the courage to phone, he asked if she could help him She was only to
pleased to oblige, and arranged for a meeting to take place at her home in
the next few days.

          The evening of the meeting, a nervous Peter arrived at Grace's
door. He rung the doorbell and waited. The door opened and there stood a
vision to greet him.  Grace stood there, her hair piled up on top of her
head wisps falling about her face and neck; she had smoky grey eye shadow,
long dark eyelashes, and her lips painted a deep red. As his eyes lowered
he saw Grace's heaving breasts, nipples protruding from a very tightly
laced up red and black basque. Her warm soft skin looked so inviting.
Taking his eyes even lower he could see the soft flesh at the tops of her
black stocking clad shapely legs, and to round it off she was wearing very
high red stilettos shoes. "God" he thought," Have I died and went to
heaven". You could almost read his mind as to thoughts of what might
happen.

          Inviting him in to her home Grace took him into the "den". Now
the "den" was a huge room which was almost bare apart from a huge couch,
plenty of cushions which were scattered on the floor, and there was a very
large plasma screen on the wall. This is where Grace brought all her
clients to watch porn films to help them relax and `get into the mood'.

          Telling Peter to sit down, she offered him a drink which he
readily accepted, they chatted about what was entailed to become a
maid. Grace told him her terms and left the room, leaving Peter to decide
if this was what he was looking for. Some time passed and Peter wondered if
she would ever re-appear.

          The door opened... And there stood Grace, hair falling about her
shoulders, but she had changed her outfit. She now wore a long black
strapless tight fitting latex dress, with a slit right up to her thigh. You
couldn't but help notice the curves of her body, her milk white breasts
still heaving looking as if the would burst out at anytime, and black 6
inch stiletto heels.  Tapping her riding crop against her thigh she
demanded that he follow her into her boudoir which she called the
`Enchantress's Lair'.  (Again this was a big room the wall above the bed
was decorated with whips, canes and riding crops. On her dressing table
where perfumes and such like would be kept there was instead vibrators,
butt plugs, strap-on's, gags, blindfolds and nipple clamps, all very
enticing if that was what you were into. She even had leather tethers
attached to the four poster bed).She would have her clients' strapped face
down spread-eagled for what would be Pain as well as PLEASURE.


The room was candlelight and there was the sweet aroma of Jasmine lingered
in the air. Peter followed like a little lap dog, and was told to strip
naked, while he was undressing she disappeared, this time into the guests
bedroom and went through her large wardrobe full of outfits, taking out a
little French maids outfit and the 6 inch black heeled shoes off of the she
rack she then went over to the dresser full of silky or lacy panties and
g-strings, taking out a silky black g-string, she went into another drawer
and took out a pair of new black seamed stockings. Placing them over her
arm she returned to the 'Lair' and placed the clothes on the dressing room
stool. Grace stood at the entrance of the door watching.  Peter stood there
shivering, hands over his privates, head bowed, looking very sheepishly.
Grace picked up the crop again and walked across to Peter.  "From now on."
she said, "Your name will be Petra".  Running the crop across his now sweat
beaded chest, then up to his chin, making him raise his face until their
eyes met. "Do you hear me?" said Grace but she got no response, so she
repeated herself again. "Do you?" this time Grace got some kind of
response. Trembling and in a shaky voice Peter said " Ye...Yes...Yesssss."
"Good" she replied," Then we understand each other...completely."

          Grace told him to lie face down on the bed, and taking the
leather tethers she strapped him to the corners of the bed. `Petra'
trembled and shook, `her' body now sweating profusely. When she had
finished tying `Petra' up, Grace walked around the bed tapping the crop in
her left hand.  "You know I'm going to have to punish you now, You know
that don't you, you have left me no choice, you should have answered me
right away instead of being so defiant and hesitant".

          Grace walked across to the table and took a gag and blindfold and
returned to a struggling `Petra'. She got on to the bed , and straddled
`Petra's' back stretched over , her breasts feeling the clammy skin of and
the warmth that came from it was nice . Placing the blindfold over
`Petra's' eyes she then put the gag into place over `her' mouth. Grace
could see `Petra' was slightly in a panic, not knowing what was going to
happen to `her'. Easing herself off `Petra's' body, `Petra' could feel the
wetness and moisture from Grace's panties. Grace could see `Petra's ass
twitch. Preparing herself to give the punishment Grace took the whip this
time off the wall and stood well back. Flicking and cracking the whip make
a noise that was unforgettable especially to `Petra's ears. Taking the it
far back as she could she brought it down across `Petra's' back, `Petra'
flinched with the pain, and this was only the first stroke. Grace must have
whipped `her' about six times and then smacked `Petra' pert little
bottom. Walking across back to the dressing table Grace took a ten inch
vibrator and a jar of lubrication and returned to `Petra'. Taking the
lubrication and putting plenty on 'Petra's' tight little ass Grace slipped
two of her fingers in moving her fingers slowly in and out up and down
preparing `Petra's' ass to take the 10incher.  Grace then lubricated the
monster, and slowly penetrated `Petra's' ass. There was a moan of pleasure,
Grace gradually worked it in and then turned on the vibration, and a light
buzzzzzzing sound could be heard. Grace took the cane of the wall and with
her other hand, and kept moving the vibrator in and out as she caned
`Petra's' ass till it was bright red and tingling.

          Grace told `Petra' to stay where `she' was and unleashed the
tethers on her wrists and ankles and told `her' to turn over. Strapping
`Petra' back up, vibrator still inside `her', Grace put nipple clamps on
`Petra's' breasts. Placing a clamp on each Grace pulled at the chain
between them; `Petra' gave a moan and shuddered. `Her' clitty was now
large, throbbing and standing to attention.

          Grace said in a teasing voice" You want to cum honey, don't you?"
to which `Petra' nodded as `she' was still gagged." Well" said Grace "I'm
tell you now, you will not cum until I say so, do you understand?"

          Lifting her dress up, Grace slipped her hand into her panties and
started rubbing her clit, slipping a finger into her wet pussy, then
another, she gave a moan of delight. Grace knew she wanted his/her manhood
so bad and took her fingers out of her pussy and eased her panties off. Her
fingers started to grasp the elastic of the g-string and with ease slipped
them down to her hips; she found that the crotch had got imbedded between
her pussy lips. They were soaking wet. Grace then fumbled about until she
released her g-string and slid it off. Slowly and methodically Grace licked
her fingers. Removing `Petra's' gag she replaced it with her wet panties,
`Petra' could taste Grace's juices off of them. Straddling `Petra' once
more Grace lowered herself slowly down, her wet pussy dripping onto
`Petra's' clitty and balls. The sheer ecstasy the feeling of someone
entering Grace's honey pot, heavenly, divine, taking all of `Petra's'
clitty deep inside her, Grace brought her legs down beside `Petra's' and
started moving up and down, rubbing pubic bones together, `Petra' thrusting
`hers' out made Grace orgasm. It felt soooo good like fireworks exploding
inside of her, her body tensing and then shuddering and she cried out with
every orgasm. Trembling after all those multi-orgasms Grace tried to
compose herself; after all she was a Mistress.

          Sliding off `Petra's' soaking wet clitty Grace untied `Petra's'
hands and ankles and told `Petra' to milk `herself' in front of her. Grace
watched `Petra' take `her' clitty in hand and stroke it up and down. Grace
pinched `Petra's' nipples, flicking them.  Watching with bated breathe as
`Petra's' clitty got harder and harder, the veins almost popping out of it,
some pre-cum juice leaked out. Suddenly `Petra's' body began to jerk and
move as `she' came. Grace made sure she got there in time to have `her'
milk into her mouth and swallow. Mmmmmm thought Grace, just like good
vintage champagne.

          Grace told `Petra' to go freshen up in the on-suite bathroom, and
return as quickly as possible, as she passed, Grace patted `her' naked
bottom. While `Petra' was away Grace unzipped her latex dress her body
sighed with relief, freedom she thought. Her hands eased the dress off of
her ample breasts and body. Undoing her stocking from her suspenders she
rolled them down off one leg and then the same again with the other, then
she removed her suspender belt, taking it down over her hips and then
dropping it to the floor. Stepping out she walked naked over to the chair
by the bed, picking up a white satin short robe she put it on. The softness
and the silky feeling against her skin made Grace's body so sensitive, her
nipples were hard and erect and rubbing against the robe., making her feel
very horny, she wanted so much to be pleasured but she was here to do her
job and that was to learn Petra how to dress and act as a subservient maid.

          She sat and waited, disrobing she walked to the bathroom. Naked
as the day she was born and slipped into the shower unbeknown to `Petra'.
The first `she' knew of it was when Grace put her arms around `her' body
and started running her hands up and down. Grace took the soap and lathered
Petra's body, first `her' chest her hands going all over Petra, then down
towards `her' stomach and then even further down to `her' manhood soaping
it and making it all nice and slippery. `Petra' did the same, lightly
soaping Grace, around her breasts, around the curves of them and over the
nipples down to her body sweeping `her' hands running over the curved waist
and hips and finally reaching Grace's pussy. Passionately they kissed and
their bodies melted into to one for just a few minutes. Enjoying every
minute of it `Petra' found `she' had an erection again. Grace let the water
run down her neck over her breasts and off her erect nipples. Grabbing a
towel she stepped out of the shower and patted herself dry. Again putting
on he silk robe she walked out of the bathroom, and waited for `Petra' to
finish what `she' was doing.

Grace sat on the bed and waited...

To be continued

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