Just a couple of things before the next instalment.
I hope he doesn’t mind me mentioning this but perhaps readers should know Bea is
experiencing some serious health problems at the moment and is undergoing heavy
duty treatment so may not be in the best shape to make his usual contributions.
But hopefully he has turned the corner and is starting the road back. Hurry up
you cranky old Scot, we miss you.
Thank you to the people who took the time (and had the
patience to persist) in posting comments and
who found the story interesting. Like Bea I have found it difficult to
post comments, I think the trick is to sign in just before you post and this is
not always visible in the window as displayed, you have to expand it. Anyway I
really appreciate the comments. I’d like to clarify a point one commenter made
regarding adding to the story.
Rosie and Jack are only one part of Bea’s concept which involves
a wider female community by which Jack can be subjugated and this is my take on
one member of that community – Rose - and her developing relationship with our
hero/victim. I think in order to allow others who want to contributr/develop
their storyline it’s probably best if I confine my bit to Rose and Jack (although
I have an idea for a cameo appearance from Pamela in the next episode) and I also think it’s important that what’s
happened is their little secret so others can develop the story and Jack’s
character independently if they so wish.
The last contributor to the story – Bea - has suggested that there will be a party. My
part of the storyline takes place before
that so when this part ends (there is at least one more episode, if
readers are still interested) maybe the story continues from there but the only
people who are aware of what has preceded the party are Jack and Rose. Having said
that I don’t think this should stop people from posting their own story line.
Shit! I hope that makes sense.
This kind of stuff may not to everyone’s taste and I could
be boring the shit out of Bea’s readership
but I am interested in what people think good or bad. If readers find
this storyline interesting, enjoyable, or just plain crap please let me know
I’m not precious about it but feedback can give me ideas to develop it or tell me where I’m going wrong.
Again thanks for taking the time to comment I really appreciate
it.
Carrie
PS I will finish this but not sure when next instalment will
be, could be a week to 10 days.
Rose and Jack Part 3
Jack was still reeling from what had just happened he cursed
himself for his bad luck. Why didn’t his mother tell him Rose was arriving that
morning, why did he have to fantasise about Rose at that moment? Why, why, why,
it made no difference now, he was in deep trouble and was dependant on Rose not
exposing his secret. He had little time to think about this now Rose had made it
clear that she wanted the room cleaned to her satisfaction and as his new attire
aptly demonstrated, she usually got what she wanted.
He tried to remember what Rose had shown him a few days
previously, how to make a bed properly, dust all surfaces not neglecting the
corners and difficult nooks and crannies, tidy the dressing table, he feared he
was bound to forget something. As he scurried about the room trying to focus on
the task at hand he was forcibly reminded with every single movement of his new
feminine clothing. All his senses seemed to have been heightened. The hair
clips holding his maid’s cap in place, the gentle rubbing of the soft pantyhose
as he walked, the bra tightening across his back when he bent over, the
restriction of the girdle stretched tightly over his stomach, the soft
sensation of the slip in caressing his pantyhosed thighs, the tightness in his
claves from the unfamiliar height of his heels.
The ignominy that all these were his mother’s was bad enough but his
ultimate humiliation he felt was his imprisonment- for that is what it was - in the capped and aproned uniform of a housemaid.
Despite his best efforts he could not avoid catching glimpses of himself in the
mirrors throughout the room. He hated to admit it to himself but the reflections he saw in the mirrors bore
little resemblance to a teenage boy, the figure moving about the room was
undoubtedly that of a young uniformed servant girl her skirts swaying slightly
with her every movement. He forced himself to snap out of these thoughts and
concentrate on his work. Hopefully he could get through his chores in an hour
or so and then he would be able to discard these degrading clothes. He had
learned the error of his ways and resolved never to make the same mistake
again.
“Have you finished
girl” he heard Rose’s raised voice as she approached his room for her
inspection. He forgot for an instant the he was the “girl” to whom she was
addressing her question. He recovered just as she entered the room. He noticed
she had taken off her cap and apron and now looked more like the school matron
than a maid.
“Yes Miss Rose” he said.
“Aren’t you forgetting something” she said giving him a
bemused look.
He suddenly remembered and somewhat embarrassed, gave her a
hurried curtsy.
“Are you reluctant to curtsy, girl, think it’s beneath you
is that it?” she said in a stern voice.
“No Miss Rose, I’m sorry I forgot, it won’t happen again” he
pleaded.
“Very well as you are new to service I’ll allow it to pass...
this time.” she said “Now let me see if you have remembered what I taught you
last week. Stand there with your hands held together in front of your apron. It
is the pose properly trained maids adopt in the presence of a superior.”
He stood there as she had ordered bristling at the
subservient stance he was forced to take while she inspected his work, first
the bed then she ran her finger over various surfaces checking for dust, and
examined every part of the room. Finally she finished and turned to him.
“Not bad, a few things need improving the dresser could be
tidier, the pillows should be plumped more but we can work on that.”
He didn’t know why but he was so relieved he gave another
curtsy.
“Thank you Miss Rose” he said and suddenly became aware of
the instinctive and submissive nature of the gesture, he could feel himself
blushing. Not to worry he thought, just something to keep her happy for another
hour or so, but he was grateful that she smiled rather than barracked him.
“Much better my girl. I think you could make an excellent
housemaid given the proper training and supervision” she said looking at him as
if requiring a response.
He was both surprised and horrified by this remark and while
he felt like asking sarcastically if she
was joking, he thought this would only antagonise her and felt the best course would be agree and move on to
the next task.
“Thank you Miss Rose” and curtsied, hating himself and
wishing this would end soon.
“Ok let’s move on we still have a lot to do. We’ll start
downstairs.”
He followed her downstairs the sound of their heels seemed
to click in unison as they walked. This was the longest distance he had walked
so far and was becoming less fearful of stumbling in his new shoes and also
more aware of the way the skirt of his uniform swayed as he moved. She told him
to begin in the kitchen, first sweeping the floor then loading the dishwasher,
clean all work surfaces and a plethora of other tasks. She supervised him all
the while pointing out errors here and there, he was kept so busy that he
barely thought of how he was dressed.
As she watched him
set about his work Rose smiled to herself as occasionally he would reach inside
his uniform to adjust his bra or the straps of his slip just like a girl would do. Once she almost laughed out
loud as he unselfconsciously tugged his girdle back into place as it rode up
the cheeks of his shapely behind. How very feminine of him she thought. After
he had completed his various tasks she told him he could take a break for a cup
of coffee. He was glad of the break, he wasn’t used to all this work as these
were chores his mother usually performed. She poured the coffee as he sat down.
“Not like that” she corrected him “when sitting in a skirt a
girl smooth’s the back of her skirt with her hands from her bottom to the backs
of her knees so she won’t bunch her skirt and keep your legs together at all
times. Now let me see you try it again.”
He did as he told and got it right first time, much to his
surprise.
“Much better” she congratulated him “now that we’re on a
break and you haven’t sulked you may revert to calling me Rose, but once you
resume work it’s Miss Rose. Understood?”
“Yes Miss Rose, I mean Rose” he said thrown by this turn of
events which was exactly what Rose was aiming for.
Now that they were sitting as equals he mustered enough
courage to broach the subject of when he would be allowed revert to his male
clothing, the thought of his mother catching him dressed like this was proving a
major worry.
“I know I’ve done wrong Rose and I’m ever so sorry” he began
“and like I said it won’t happen again.”
“I’m glad to hear that” she interrupted him.
“So after I finish cleaning can you forgive me and we can go
back to being friends, if there’s anything else I can do I’ll do it.” he
pleaded hoping this current humiliation would be sufficient punishment.
“Well I was very upset, it was a horrible thing you did and
I think you still owe me but I haven’t
given much thought as to how you can make it up to me but as you have
shown remorse for now I’ll settle for a written apology” she offered.
“No problem but can I change back into my old clothes, my
mother is due back this evening and I obviously don’t want her to see me like
this” he said.
“Lucky for you she’s coming home otherwise I would have
insisted you remain as you are for a much longer period. Now that would go a
long way to making amends. A pity ” she said and produced a pen and paper from
a drawer and dictated his apology.
It was very embarrassing
for him to write it down he barely took notice of the words “I apologise blah blah… disgusting behaviour,
blah blah... no excuse blah blah, and on it went, but he was just so relieved
at getting her agreement for him to
revert to male clothing he couldn’t get
it down and sign it fast enough. Without out reading it back he handed it over
to her feeling it worth the price, another hour or so and he would be free and
out of these humiliating clothes. She read it and smiling carefully and folding
it placed it in her bra.
“That will do nicely” she said now let’s get you back to
work, the living room needs vacuuming, the vacuum cleaner is under the stairs.
But first follow me” she said as she strode into the hallway and stood in front
of the large mirror.
“Come here girl” she commanded.
Obviously the break was over he said to himself as he stood
beside her in front of the mirror.
“You must check yourself regularly in the mirror to ensure
your cap and apron are in place and your slip is not showing. No harm to check
your lipstick is touched up also.”
She fussed over his apron and cap adjusting them slightly
until she was satisfied and showed him how to check his slip wasn’t showing.
Then she handed him the tube of lipstick and showed him how to apply it
himself. This was even more demeaning but at least not long to go now he
thought and suffered in silence. She told him to keep the lipstick in the
pocket of his apron for future applications and gently touched up his hair she
stood back to admire her handiwork.
“You make a much more
attractive girl than boy” she observed casually.
From the glimpses he
caught of himself upstairs and now in front of this mirror he knew she was
undoubtedly correct about his girlish appearance, it was difficult even for him
to detect a hint of masculinity from his reflection. He was both fascinated and
repelled to think his maleness disappeared in the space of an hour or so.
She smiled and added
enigmatically “You know, some women prefer that kind of thing.”
He could feel himself blushing at her compliment but didn’t
know what to make of her other comment.
“Well run along girl the floor won’t vacuum itself” Rose
said dismissing him to perform his next task.
He vacuumed the room with her as ever supervising him and
when he had finished she ordered him to polish the various surfaces. Five
minutes into this the phone rang. Rose answered it. Jack could obviously could
only hear a one sided conversation.
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“Swanson residence, oh hello Madam, yes I got here shortly
after you left. No, he’s being a very good girl…. sorry, boy, I’m so used to
seeing only girls here.” Rose was smiling at Jack who had stopped his polishing
and was listening intently to the one sided conversation wincing when she
referred to him as a girl. The conversation continued.
“Oh sorry to hear that, is everything all right?….yes I
understand Madam …. that’s no problem at all, of course I don’t mind, no, I
have nothing planned at all. Yes he’s right here.”
She smiled as she handed him the phone. “Your mother would
like a word.”
As he took the phone he noticed her place her hand inside
her bra and take out his written apology, glancing at it in a casual way.
He took the phone and knew what was expected, he immediately
became even more embarrassed as he spoke into the phone -if that was possible-
of the way he was dressed, knowing he was wearing her lingerie made the
embarrassment almost unbearable. He tried to sound as if everything was normal.
“Oh hi Mum, yes Rose is taking care of me” he lied. Rose
watched him and smiled as she detected his black pantyhosed knees wobble
slightly.
“But Mum I can take a bus there” he almost pleaded down the
line and after a few seconds of listening in silence he handed the phone back
to Rose.
“Yes Madam, of course it’s no bother. I would only be too
happy to look after him until you return. Good bye Madam.”
She turned to Jack
who seemed to be in a state of shock.
“Well it seems Miss Strang has had to be admitted to
hospital for tests, just precautionary of course but your mother felt she’d
better stay and Miss Strang is so grateful for the company. As she told you she
wants me to look after you until she returns. Could be a few days, now won’t
that be nice” she said with a smile Jack had come to dread.
Jack could barely believe what had just happened, Rose
hardly meant to keep him dressed like this until his mother returned.
“But I can wear my own clothes after I finish the housework
Rose? It’s what we agreed.” he asked in a voice almost pleading for a positive
response.
“It’s Miss Rose my girl, you’re forgetting your place.” she
said in an authoritative voice but continuing quietly “I think we both know the
answer to that question. Now come sit here on the couch and I’ll explain.”
Patting the space beside her she motioned for him to sit
beside her. He walked over to the couch and without even thinking smoothed his
skirts the way she had told him and keeping his knees together sat close to
her. Rose noticed this with a deep feeling of satisfaction but said nothing. He
could feel the tears welling up at the prospect of spending an extended period
dressed not only in feminine clothes but as a uniformed housemaid. As he sat
she gently patted his thigh and said in a conciliatory tone,
“There, there, no need to be upset my pretty one. Now if you
remember I said I didn’t think a few hours helping me dressed as you are would
be a sufficient repayment for the horrible thing you did and it was horrible. Maybe this is an
opportunity to wipe the slate clean and we can start afresh, if you are
obedient, defer to me in all things, and conduct yourself in an appropriate
fashion until your mother returns then I’m sure we will be even. I really think
that’s fair don’t you.”
He knew he had no choice as his mother had already placed
Rose in charge until her return and she held his signed apology or what now
seemed like a signed confession. He bowed his head and sighed,
“I suppose so”
“That’s a good girl” she said and rubbing salt into the
wound added “after all it really is for your own good. Isn’t that
right?”
He nodded but she persisted and repeated the question,
saying
“Now let me hear you say it”
“Yes Miss Rose. It’s for my own good” he said fighting back
the tears, realising his feminised humiliation would not end today.
“Good girl, now back to work, you still need to finish your
dusting”
“Yes Miss Rose” he said as he submissively returned to his
housemaid’s duties.
to be continued
