Date: Fri, 23 Apr 2004 07:40:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: jayne Dell <jaynedell1@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Maid to please" Part Two (TG story)

This story contains material of a sexual nature. It has explicit
descriptions of sex, bondage and non-consensual sex. If you are at all
offended by this kind of story or are under age, DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER!
Any characters in this story are the property of Jayne Dell. This story is
written for the sole purpose of entertainment and is not written for profit
and cannot be transmitted, reproduced or otherwise traded for profit. If
you have any comments, want to get in touch, please contact me at
jaynedell1@yahoo.com . I will try to answer all mails.

"Maid to Please" by Jayne Dell

Chapter Two.

Victor had only just begun to wonder who "they" might be, when Jayne
replaced the blindfold over his eyes and pulled him gently to his feet.

He felt a tug on the leash, and she slowly led him across the floor. The
tightness of the hobble skirt and the high heels prevented him from moving
quickly, but she seemed in no particular hurry.

When he heard the door creak open, he realised to his horror that she was
taking him outside the office.

"Not a chance" he thought. There was no way she was taking him out into the
public eye like this. He stopped walking and resisted the gentle pull on
the leash.

Victor felt her come and stand beside him. Her hands began to slowly run
over his bound body front and back, tracing the outline of his maid's dress
and corset, moving slowly downward, until one hand was slowly caressing his
manhood through the tight hobble skirt. Despite his predicament, he could
feel himself getting hard. Her other hand slowly caressed his bottom,
before pushing on the humming vibrator in his back passage and making him
moan with the sudden stimulation.

"You were being such a good girl" said Jayne with disappointment in her
voice. "What are you afraid of Vickie? That someone might see you in your
new frillys? There's no need to worry. With the blindfold on, very few
people will recognise you. And beside, far more people will see the
pictures I will send if you don't obey me. You need to learn who is in
charge here. You stopped making decisions when you stepped through the
door. Now will you be a good girl, or do I have to punish you?"

Victor was finding it hard to concentrate as she caressed him front and
back, but he knew that she was right. For now he was going to have to play
along. He made a mental note to break this woman's knees as soon as he was
free.

Seeing his reluctant acceptance, she gave a gentle tug on the leash, and
continued leading him toward the door.

Victor could see nothing through the blindfold, but he could tell by the
noise as they entered the club's main hall.

In his mind's eye, he could see himself mincing slowly across the room, led
by a mere slip of a girl, dressed in a sexy lingerie and a French maid
outfit and completely and helplessly chained and blindfolded. He could
imagine all the customers pointing and laughing at him.

To make matters worse, he could feel his manhood bulging out the front on
the hobble skirt as his body responded to the humiliating yet pleasurable
humming in the backside and the soft silken feelings from his stockinged
legs. Great, he thought. Anyone looking at him would think he was actually
enjoying this.

Suddenly he felt Jayne stop. She pulled him down into a kneeling position
between her legs, and pushed his face into her crotch.

"What the hell was she doing now?" he wondered to himself.

"I'll have a decaffeinated coffee please." He heard her say to someone.

For a second he couldn't believe his ears. Here he was, kneeling between
her legs, humiliatingly dressed as a French maid, with a penis gag in his
mouth and a vibrator up his ass, and she was going sit here and have a
drink???

In his rage he started to struggle, but she held him firmly, forcing his
face deep into her crotch.

"You know Victoria," she said in almost conversational tones. "For someone
who wants to avoid being noticed, you're making quite a ruckus."

Victor could only grunt his curse into the penis gag in reply, but her
words struck home. The last thing he wanted was for people to pay even more
attention to him. Grudgingly his struggles subsided. Jayne stroked him
gently on the head.

"That's better Vickie. There's no need to get all worked up. We're going to
sit here for a few minutes while I have a nice relaxed drink, then we're
going to leave. If you're a good girl, maybe I'll have a treat for you
later."

Victor forced himself to relax and calm down. Now was not the time. But
later, he swore, this bitch would pay!

It was perhaps the longest ten minutes of Victor's life. Jayne seemed to
take forever to finish her drink. Victor was sure that at any moment
someone would recognise him. The vibrator continued to hum away,
stimulating his back passage, and giving him an involuntary yet massive
hard on.

Eventually Jayne finished her drink, and gently pulled him to his feet.

"Now Victoria, we are going to walk outside to my car." She said. "I know
you don't want to go outside, but you are going to have to be brave. It's
not far."

Victor didn't know what to do. He certainly didn't want to go outside like
this, but he also didn't want to draw attention by causing a fuss
here. Eventually he realised that he had no choice, gritted his teeth, and
followed the tug on his leash. As he walked he could hear the tap of his
high heels on the floor. It sounded so loud. Surely everyone was watching
him.
  
Finally he heard the door to the club swish open, and felt a sudden whoosh
of cold air blow against his silk clad legs and up his skirt making him
shiver in surprise.

As Jayne led in across the pavement, he heard someone else walking
by. Whoever they were, they gave a wolf whistle that made his face burn
with embarrassment. Finally, to his relief, Jayne stopped, and he heard the
sound of a car door being opened.

"Now remember Victoria. With your tight skirt you must sit into the car
like a lady. Sit down first and then swing your legs in. I'll help you."

He felt Jayne turn him around, then place a protective hand on his head.

"Carefully now, sit down." She said.

Slowly he sat back. In his bound and blindfolded state, he felt most
uncomfortable. To his relief, he felt the soft seat of the car beneath his
bottom as he sat down fully. To his horror, as he sat down, the vibrating
dildo was forced even deeper inside him. He gave a sudden squeak of
surprise that was muffled by the long penis gag in his mouth. He wanted to
get back up, but he was powerless as Jayne lifted his legs inside the car
and closed the door.

The vibrator was humming against his most sensitive area, making him gasp
with stimulation. He heard the other door open, and Jayne got in beside
him. She immediately reached over and began caressing his manhood, making
him moan with degrading yet undeniable pleasure.

"To the mansion please Rebecca." She said, and the car immediately started
up, and moved off.

Victor was horrified to realise that there was someone else in the
car. Someone who could see the way he was humiliatingly dressed. But he
could do nothing but gasp, as he was powerfully stimulated front and back.

"I told you that you would like all this." said Jayne has she caressed his
fully erect manhood through the hobble skirt.

"Is it the clothes? Do you like your silky lingerie? Does it make you feel
nice and feminine? Does it feel nice on your soft skin? Do you like your
silky panties rubbing against you? Or is it your pretty French maid's
dress? You look very feminine and sexy. I have lots more clothes for you at
home. Lingerie, dresses, skirts, silky nightgowns; everything a young girl
like you could want."

"Or maybe it's the feel of penises in your mouth and bottom that you like?
Maybe if you're a good girl, I'll let you try the real thing. Would you
like that? To be taken front and back by two big strong men while you're
dressed as a French maid?"

"Or is it that you like being totally helpless, totally in the power of a
strong woman as she turns you into the pretty feminine girl that you know
you secretly want to be?"

Victor gasped as it all became too much, and his body was pushed into
involuntary orgasm. His cock throbbed, and he began to ejaculate into his
panties.

Jayne laughed as she forced him to helplessly fill his panties.

"Someone certainly enjoyed themselves." She said. "I knew I was right about
you. You're such a girl! Rest now, we'll be home soon."

Victor hung his head in shame. He felt so humiliated. He could feel the
sticky liquid in his panties running slowly down over his skin. He had
always been so in control of his life. Nothing like this had ever happened
to him before. It was so degrading that someone could force him to come
against his will. To be forced was one thing, but even worse was the
thought hovering at the back of his mind. That he had actually enjoyed
it. He pushed the thought away angrily. He just had to concentrate on
escaping, he thought. Escaping and payback!

They had driven for some time when Victor was snapped out of his
humiliation as he felt the car turn and scrunch onto some kind of gravel. A
few minutes later, it came to a halt, and Jayne opened her door.

"Home at last!" she said as she got out.

A few seconds later, his own door opened, and he was helped out of the
car. He was relived to be standing, since it reduced the pressure on the
vibrator.

"Rebecca, could you and Rachel see that Victoria is settled in. She will
need cleaning up since she had a little accident in the car. I'm sure
she'll be a good girl, but I'll be in the drawing room if you need me.

"Yes ma'am" said a voice.

There was a tug on the leash, and Victor was led inside the house. With the
blindfold still in place he had no idea where he was, but from the echoes
of the high heels, he knew the house must be large.

He was led up some stairs; quite a challenge in a hobble skirt and high
heels. But with the help of the two people (Rachel and Rebecca he presumed)
he was able to manage. Eventually he heard a door open, and was led into a
room where they stopped.

The forced him to bend over a table, and tied his leash to it so that he
was pinned down. Then they removed his hobble skirt. It was such a relief
to be able to move his legs properly again. They pulled down his damp
panties, and slowly removed the buzzing vibrator from his backside. It was
a huge relief to have the huge object out of him. He could feel his hole
throbbing. They then wiped him over with a warm soapy cloth to clean him
up. Although it was embarrassing to be washed like this, especially when
they did his genitals, it was also a relief to be rid of the cold sticky
fluid.

His relief was short lived. Once they had finished washing him, he felt a
sudden prick in his left buttock. Almost instantly, he began to feel light
headed. Soon he found he was having difficulty concentrating, and within a
few minutes he was totally dazed, not knowing where he was, who he was, or
what was happening to him.

He was almost totally out of it, when they removed the blindfold, wig,
penis gag, handcuffs and the rest of his clothes. He blinked in the sudden
light and became vaguely aware that there were two girls near him dressed
as French maids. With their assistance, he was taken to the bathroom and
put into the shower. His body was covered with a foul smelling pink cream,
and he was made to stand there for a few minutes before they rinsed it
off. Once the cream was off his body, the two girls then went over every
inch of him with razors. He was distantly aware that he should be worried,
but the drug stopped him from becoming too concerned.

He felt oddly cold later, as they dried him off with a large pink fluffy
towel. His hairless body seemed very sensitive. His befuddled state did not
allow him to be too curious as they led him into an adjoining room.

They slowly took him to an examination table and laid him down. A set of
headphones was placed on his head, and he could hear soothing music, and a
soft voice telling him not to worry. "Everything will be okay Victoria." it
said.

Victor began to relax and the hypnotic tones filled his mind. He felt that
he was floating in a sea of bubbles, and the voice was very comforting as
it spoke to him, reassured him and calmed him.

His legs were put into stirrups and lifted up and apart. He could feel
something being pushed slowly up his back passage. Compared to the
vibrator, the object seemed quite thin, and his drugged mind was quite
unconcerned. After a few minutes, there were a few sudden stings of pain
that made him whimper, and then the object was withdrawn.

He was given further injections in his arms, legs, buttocks, neck and
chest. There were two quite painful injections in his testicles that
briefly lifted him from his stupor. Soon however he sank back down,
listening happily to the voice and music that told him that everything was
just fine.

The two pretty girls rubbed various creams all over his body, especially
around his chest and genitals. He felt quite nice and tingly afterwards.

He became briefly curious when something heavy was placed on his chest and
something else in his groin area, but his dulled mind soon lost interest
and returned to listening to the soft voice and music.

When the maids were finished with the creams, one started doing something
to his fingers and toes, whilst the other went to work on his face. She
plucked his eyebrows, and then used some kind of gun with a glowing tip all
over his face. It took some time, but Victor was quite happy with the music
and the voice.

One of the girls spent a long time on his head. She placed something on his
head, then spent some time pulling his own hair. He was only vaguely aware
of the long and soft blond tresses that hung down his face
afterwards. There were two sharp pricks in his ear lobes, but nothing that
was enough to raise his drugged mind to consciousness.

When they finally finished, they lifted him up off the table, and placed a
soft pink silky corset around his body. Victor was abstractedly aware of
the strange weight hanging from him chest, but his clouded mind allowed him
to offer no resistance as the girls continued to dress him.

With one of the girls holding him, and the other pulling, they slowly
pulled all the laces in tight. Since he was so relaxed by the music and
drugs, he found breathing much easier this time, despite the tightness of
the corset. He looked down and was distantly aware that his waist looked
oddly narrow, and that there were some strange fleshy mounds spilling out
of the top of his corset.

A pair of pretty pink lace and silk panties was pulled up his body, and
they seemed to nestle oddly snugly against his groin. The maids followed
this with a pair of pretty white stockings with a lacy top and a small pink
bow. Even with his fogged mind, he was aware that the stockings felt very
nice as they slid up his now smooth legs. The lacy garter straps were
quickly attached to the stocking tops, with the pretty bow to the front.

They placed some delicate jewellery around his neck and wrist, and a ring
on his finger. One of them opened a small chest, and took out some small
pots and tube. She quickly and efficiently painted him face, emphasising
his cheekbones and lips. Finally, one of the girls pulled the long blonde
hair of his wig back and tied it with a pretty silk bow, into a ponytail
high on the back of his head.

They made him stand up for a few moments while one of them took some
pictures of him with an expensive digital camera, then they led him into
the next room. The room was decorated in a delicate feminine shade of pink,
and the bed had pink silken covers.

Victor was feeling quite tired, and was very relieved when they finally
laid him down on the bed. There was no resistance as they arranged his body
into a number of seductive poses, and took even more pictures. At this
point, Victor didn't even know where he was. He just knew that he was
tired, and that the silken sheets felt very nice against his smooth
hairless body silk clad body, and especially nice against his stockinged
legs. He was so tired, that once they finished taking pictures, he was
asleep before they finished tucking him in.

The maids took a few more pictures of their sleeping, helplessly feminised,
captive, and then quietly left the room, locking it behind them.

Victor continued to sleep, dressed in his pretty pink silken lingerie,
oblivious to his humiliating situation.