Below is a preview of ASP chapter 9 - I reckon it's about 25% of what it will finally be - from Bea's blog hopefully I'll have it ready in the next 2 weeks but while I have more ideas for Robert's continuing humiliation I'm not really sure if this is to most readers tastes, it probably comes across as very tame but I'm not really into heavy duty SMBD or gratuitous sex scenes, more humiliation of a male by forced feminisation and the odd bit of discipline - but if you're following this I guess you've twigged that already. I really am grateful for the comments I've got so far but there is a constant doubt that this stuff is not quite up to the mark.
Anyway enough moaning if anyone wants to comment or has a suggestion about what you'd like to see in it I'd like to hear from you, I'm not saying I will include them but if they chime with the story and the characters then why not?
This could be reworked slightly by the time I get round to posting AND I haven't checked it for typos so the grammar/spelling may be awful I've also included a pic which will not be in the next episode as it's not's not quite finished yet but some people may like it.
Robert Kilcoyne dressed in a maid’s uniform complete with a
ridiculously old fashioned elaborate apron and cap he had been compelled to
wear for a horrible charade in front of several female convicts now struggled
to remain calm as he stood behind his employer and the Countess of Argyll as
they said their good-byes to Governor Angermund in the spacious entrance
hallway of the Institute of Correctional Studies. He had become very well
acquainted with various humiliations in the few days since he had been forced
into domestic service as Frau Kirchen’s maidservant as well as the accompanying
fear of exposure and the subsequent ridicule that would follow such a discovery
but the terror he now felt now superseded all of those. In a cruel twist of
fate the Governor had been a teacher in his boarding school only a few years
previously and had almost recognised him and if that wasn’t bad enough had
extended an invitation for him to spend a weekend as her guest to tutor the
inmates in various aspects of domestic service – an invitation his mistress had
yet not rejected out of hand.
“I do hope you will take me up on my invitation concerning
your maid Frau Kirchen.” the Governor said.
“I will certainly think about it.” his employer answered
causing another tremble in Robert’s legs as Frau Angermund once more turned her
attention to the feminised male.
“I still can’t help thinking I’ve met her before” the Governor
continued “ I recognise she has an English accent I taught in an English school some years ago,
in fact I was assistant head mistress. However it was an all -boys boarding
school with no female pupils but still her face is so familiar. Oh!.. this is
so very annoying, I never forget a face.”
Robert now really didn’t know which was his worst
predicament being discovered by the Governor as one of her former male pupils or
Frau Kirchen agreeing to her invitation, he remained frozen to the spot tightly
clutching his dress through the apron, his knees clamped tightly together
fearing he would soon lose control of his bladder.
“Yes I have had similar experiences” Frau Kirchen agreed as
she gently brushed Robert’s hair behind his ear “it’s very understandable some
girls can have quite masculine features, tomboys if you will.”
“And some boys have distinctly feminine countenances” the
Countess joined the conversation with an unhelpful contribution, “girly boys or
sissies as I believe they are known as.”
Despite his increasing fear that last remark stung him and
he lowered his eyes in shame.
“Yes you are correct your ladyship, I clearly remember one
boy at that last school in England he had quite feminine features so much so
that I always insisted he play the lead female role in all the school plays.”
Frau Angermund informed the two ladies who smiled slyly at Robert “believe it
or not he even had what almost amounted to a girl’s bosom, probably left over
puppy fat from childhood. It was a few years ago but I seem to recall he wasn’t
badly unlike your maid here but that where the similarity ends he was awkward
and clumsy in that awful way boys are and as you have seen some of the inmates
here ape such masculine behaviour.”
“That’s interesting” the Countess said “how did he react
when you cast him in the female role?”
“Oh he acted quite macho at first, refusing to do it outright
but he soon changed his tune after I arranged his guardians to visit, his aunts
in all but the strictly legal sense. Two wonderful ladies, keen patrons of the
theatre as I recall, I don’t know what they said to him but he was no trouble
after that, quite docile in fact. They were so enthusiastic that they insisted
on buying him his dress for the part. He didn’t look too bad but his mannerisms…
well they were far too masculine. Although your maid may have similar features
she is far more delicate and girlish….. for a servant girl of course.”
“Well I must confess she did have some rough edges when she
applied for the position” Frau Kirchen said “but with the proper training and
clothing she soon became more feminine.”
Frau Angermund nodded in agreement and much to Robert’s
relief Muller appeared at her side and whispered something in her ear which
ended the conversation and the ladies made for the car with Robert scurrying to
keep up. As the burley female chauffeur opened the back door Robert began
removing the horrible frilled cap from his head.
“What do you think you are doing.” the Countess snapped.
“I… I thought ….”Robert mumbled.
“Robert” the Countess said addressing him by his male name
now that they were safely out of earshot of the Governor. “Have I not told you
before you are not supposed to think, you are now a maid, a servant girl and
that particular function is for your mistress now get in the car.”
“Perhaps he’d like to remain here?” Frau Kirchen said and
smiling at Robert added “with his new friends.”
“Oh no Madam.” Robert was quick to reply the mere suggestion
throwing him into a dither and promptly joined her in the car followed by the
Countess and now firmly ensconced between these two formidable women the car
pulled away from the dreaded Institute.
He wasn’t small by any means but he felt insignificant lodged
between the two statuesque female figures, the combination of the their sturdy
hips, thighs and arms keeping him steadfastly in his place, a physical
manifestation of what his maids uniform was attempting to achieve
psychologically. His knees pressed together his handbag resting on his aproned
lap he allowed himself a sigh of relief as the car left the grounds.
Frau Kirchen’s house
is bad but nothing compared to that place
he said to himself.
“Meeting your old teacher after all these years?” Frau
Kirchen said “that must have been a pleasant surprise for you Robert?”
“Yes Madam.” he answered in a low voice ignoring her
sarcasm.
“Of course Rozamund now we know why he has had such little
difficulty in adapting to a more feminine role.” the Countess purred, squeezing
his thigh “although some of the inmates did seem to find something a little odd
about him.”
“I suspect he may not have had much rehearsal time or more
importantly enough coaching in the art of femininity to fully convince some
sharp eyes observers.” Frau Kirchen replied “but we will have plenty of time to
correct those particular flaws, now won’t we Maxine.”
“Yes I expect we will.” her friend replied fixing Robert
with an intense stare that made him clench his buttocks and clamp his knees
even tighter.
“Your aunts sound like two ladies with your best interests
at heart.” his employer continued.
He didn’t really want to engage in a conversation about his
aunts so he just smiled at her hoping that would suffice. He was still
recovering from the fact that Frau
Angermund had not recognised him she went to extraordinary lengths to force him
into that play by recruiting his aunts not only to endorse but also help
enforce her plan.
Not that they need
that much encouragement, he thought to himself, then there was the time they
invited her to our London residence. No I don’t even want to think about that.
“Yes they certainly do Rozamund.”the Countess agreed in the
absence of a reply from him “ as your own Aunt Agatha is fond of saying ‘if it’s
your misfortune to have a boy make sure to keep him close to your skirts it’s
much easier to control him that way.’ A wise woman, don’t you think Robert?.”
He knew there was no way to avoid answering the question
with anything other than a positive response.
“Yes m’lady a very wise woman.” he replied with all the
enthusiasm of someone anticipating a rectal examination, however he hoped it
sounded sincere.
Frau Kirchen took the skirt of his dress between her thumb
and forefinger and laughed,
“Yes Maxine, keeping him close is good but keeping him in skirts
is even better.”
Robert sank into the seat with shame and could feel tears
welling up inside.
“Don’t you dare cry” she admonished him abruptly “it will
ruin your make-up.”
“I’m sure you would
love to tell us more about your schooldays and your aunts but unfortunately it
will have to wait until later” the Countess remarked as she looked out the
window “I see we have arrived at our destination.”
Robert was horrified as the Bentley pulled up to the kerb in
a busy street and the chauffeur stepped out and opened the door..
“But Madam…… people will ……please Madam….. I’ll be ……”an
incoherent stream left his mouth.
“Oh do stop blabbering, get out of the car this instant or
I’ll have you dragged out and left on the sidewalk, we will join you in a moment.”
she snapped.
Robert eased himself from between both women and stepped
gingerly from the car as Frau Kirchen entered into a conversation with the
chauffeur. It was worse than he thought as he stood alone on the sidewalk, the
sight of a formally dressed maidservant on a busy city street drew stares from
the passing crowd and the rising wind meant he had to keep one hand on his
skirt to prevent it from blowing up and exposing his lingerie he was forced to
keep the other on his frilled cap to ensure it would not blow away. The thought
of running down the street after it filled him with even more dread.
“Imagine having to wear a uniform like that.” He clearly heard a voice from a gaggle of young girls who
congregated close by.
“Yes it must be so demeaning.” another said.
“Go on skivvy, give us a nice curtsy.” a third laughed.
Robert was dying of mortification at this public exposure
when two well dressed women appeared from behind.
