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                             Mistress and Me
                                  By
                          Sarah Katherine Hayes
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I'm sitting here on the floor, my legs trucked under me. I must look a right
sight, my mascara running as the floods of tears pour down my face.
I told her, I swore that I didn't mean it, but to no avail, she told me I
was a naughty girl & didn't deserve her guidance, I begged her to forgive me
in a way she did... in the only way she could.

"Will you stop sniffling?"
I know it isn't a request, I look up at her as high as I dare, I must look
pitiful, "I'm sorry mistress, I'll do my best." It's all I can say, "I
didn't mean to do it." I add.
"It isn't that you *DIDN'T* mean to totally ruin my best blouse, it's that
 you went in to *MY* bedroom *WITHOUT* my permission! You know that room is
 TRICKTLY off-limits to you!"
I can't look at her any more, it hurts my neck to much, "I know mistress,
 I knew you wanted it for tonight, I wanted to make sure it was clean for
 you."
She sighs, maybe she's calming down, "Gretchin, sometimes I regret training
you."

"What have I done?" flashes though my mind, at least I'm not sniffling
any more, I've returned to balling my eyes out, "D...don't s...send me away
 please mistress... please?" I whisper.
"I've thought about it Gretchin... ohhh yes I've thought about it," she
replied
coldly.
Does she realise what she's saying to me? If I'm not here then... I've
never been this scared before! Even when I was picked up and brought here
blind-folded I wasn't this scared, serving her has become my way of life in
only one short year! "What do you want me to do?"

"Go upstairs until you've calmed down. Then but fresh make-up on and a clean
 uniform... you're pink one, I know that's you're favourite."
I blush a deep crimson, it had been the first uniform she'd tried to put me
in after I arrived... I'd refused to wear it and paid the price... somehow i
t'd
grown on me and it was hard when given the choice of what to wear not to
go for it, but I have to be sure of something, "Y...you're not going to send
 me away?" I ask as hopefully as possible.
"No Gretchin I'm not... I need you for the party tonight! However, any slip
ups
 even one minor one and that's it! Now go upstairs and do as you're told...
or
 do you want another trip to the dungeon before you pack your bags?"
"*NO* mistress! I'll go and get changed!" I say jumping to my feet and
making
my way to the stairs as fast as possible. I hear her chuckle behind me, she
knows I'm hers... trained to fit only her needs and desires, anywhere else
and I wouldn't be happy or fit in... and I know it as well as she does.

It took me longer to 'calm down' than I realised, when I finally got up off
my bed and looked in my mirror I wished I hadn't. All over my cheeks were
long black lines from my mascara. Even my lovely black uniform had black
marks on it! Ohh god! What if I've ruined that as well? Still, I've got
other
things to do.
My uniforms are lovely, every one who comes to the house tells me so... of
course not everyone who comes here has to wear them, trying to get one off
or
on for that matter can be a right pain, the zip ends up right behind the
nape
of my neck. Still with a little fidgeting I manage to take it off along with
the petticoat that makes it swish and rustle as I walk. I look at my
"breasts"
I so much want them to be real ones, mistress has promised me them for as a
present when I'm fully trained, I don't know when that'll be, everyday she
teaches me something new.
I kick off my heels and walk in to the bathroom, my make-up doesn't take
long
to remove after all it, it's half gone already! I pat my face dry and walk
over to my wardrobe.

I love my mistress, when I first came here I only had a few bits and pieces
to
wear, nothing that really looked good together, but as soon as I pledged
myself
to her, my wardrobe filled in short order, skirts, dresses, blouses and all
styles can be found in here, I'm sure I have enough clothing to make even a
real woman envious of me. All of my uniforms have their own little section
I quickly grab my pink one and remove it's plastic cover, the smell of newly
washed clothes mixed with the fragrance from the hanger fills my nostrils
and
I become desperate, I have to put this on... NOW!

But first I need to do other things, I gently pull down my panties and put
them
in the hamper with my uniform. I reach in to my top draw on my dresser and
take out a small pink satin pouch, it looks so frilly with all of the soft
lace
around it, I like wearing it although I prefer my panties, but it goes with
the uniform and I know mistress will be checking me over before the guests
arrive. I pull it open a little and gently slip my cock and balls in to it.
The cool soft satin feels so good next to my most sensitive area, somehow
the
bag makes me feel more submissive towards my mistress as well, an added
bonus
to her, I gently let go of the sides and feel the slight picking sensation
as
the elastic hem pulls it securely around me.
I check my stockings over for ladders, fortunately my trip in to the dungeon
hasn't damaged them and I reach for my taffeta petticoat. I step in to it
and pull it up to my waist, then secure it properly... now I'm ready!

I look at the masses of pink satin on the bed, the white lace trim all
around
it sets off the colour so well, even on the bed it looks so pretty, gently
lift it over my head and put my arms though the short puffed sleeves.
Like all of my other uniforms this one is a pain to fasten, it takes me
longer
to get the zip in the right place than it did to get ready! Finally I'm
ready for the final part of my outfit. Sitting on my dresser is a small
heart shaped padlock, with a bit of effort I manage to pass it though the
hoops of the dress and though the zip, with a tiny click I'm sealed in to
this vision of happy servitude until my mistress lets me out.

My make-up is still the hardest thing for me to do, I wear it everyday yet
I've
never managed to take less than 10minutes putting it on, tonight is no
exception
I've bearly finished putting my deep red lipstick on than I hear my mistress
summoning me.
I give myself a once over in the full-length mirror, everything seems fine
and
head towards the sound of my mistress.
"Very good Gretchin." she smiles.
"Thank you mistress," I reply curtseying.
"Now lift you your skirt like a good girl."
I smile knowingly and obey, reaching under the masses of petticoats I lift
the front of my dress up and watch as my mistress inspects me, I can feel
her
prodding the bag and it's contents, I can here it's little bell jangling
away
as she does it.
"Very good Gretchin, I am impressed," she says standing upright, "You may
 lower your skirts now."
"Thank you mistress," I reply gently letting the petticoats and masses of
satin drift down to their proper positions,
"You did forget one thing though," she says with a wicked smile.
"Mistress?" I ask puzzled, I tied my apron around me as son as I'd finished
putting my dress on, "What have I forgotten?" I ask her.
She smiles kindly and produces a long pink ribbon, "On your knees."
I drop instantly at her command and watch her move behind me, I feel her
gently gathering up my long auburn hair and tie the ribbon around it.
"Now you are complete." she said with a triumphant tone.
"Thank you mistress," is all I can reply, I want to hug her for the second
chance, I want to kiss her for making me perfect for tonight, but I daren't.
At her instruction I rise to my feet and head towards the door, outside the
sound of cars pulling up on to the drive way gently enters the house.

I open the door as soon as they knock, I am after all performing my duties,
I give a long deep curtsey as the mistresses walk in to the house without
even looking at me, to the submissive following them I give a quick nod,
letting them know they are amongst their own kind here... once another
maid asked me why I curtsey, even when they are paying me no attention, I
replied with a smile that one mistress in the room WAS watching me... MY
mistress, I don't think Janet was ever caught out by that trick again.
Finally all of the guests have arrived and I am left to deal with them,
I mince around on my three inch heels serving them drinks and answering
their questions about me.
"So, who are you?" asks a new comer to our gatherings.
"My name is Gretchin mistress." I reply politely.
"And what do you do?"
"My mistress allows me to look after most of the house, cook, clean and
fetch
 the shopping."
"She lets you out of here?"
"Only to go to the car and back," this is getting tiresome, isn't it obvious
I'm a maid? Isn't it obvious that if my mistress sent me in to the city
dressed like this I wouldn't come back? And isn't it obvious that I've got
other duties to attend to?
"How long have you been here?"
"One year today mistress," I answer putting some pride in to my statement.
"Very good, tell me, what else do yo do?"
I hate this question! All of the new comers ask me it, occasionally one of
the old hands will tell them NOT to ask the house maid about their sex
lives,
"I'm sorry mistress, but I'm not permitted to answer that question." I
reply,
"Eat that one ma'am" is what I think although I'm careful to keep my
expression
the same.
"Hey, Julie! Gretchin here isn't doing as she's told!"
As if by magic my mistress is beside me, "Gretchin?" she asks in a stern
tone,
"What are you doing?"

I recite the entire conversation word for word, the other mistress denies it
but I can see that it is me that is being believed not the new comer.
"I'm sorry about that, Gretchin has been instructed not to answer that
question
 under any circumstances. I'm sure you wouldn't want your submissive
blabbing
 about what happened between the sheets would you?"
The other woman agrees and as my mistress walks away I feel a playful swat
on
my backside. As soon as one thing is dealt with another crops up, this time
with the small gaggle of maids in the corner, all of them wanting my
attention
at once. I mince over and look at them... I feel honoured that my mistress
dresses me this way, but some of these pour souls... they are all wearing
the
same thing, just in different colours, one is even wearing a pale imitation
of
my own pink outfit, I feel sorry for him, his might feel nice but I know it
won't be a patch on mine.
"What do you lot want?" I ask gruffly, "You know I'm supposed to be dealing
 with the mistresses not you bunch of miscreants" I say with a smile, after
all we're all united in this group, by a common submissiveness, a common
need
to be treated and dressed this way... in some ways they are like my sisters.
"We were just wondering if you're bagged or pantied under there," answered
the
one in the imitation pink uniform.
"Bagged," I reply meekly, "my mistress prefers me this way when I wear this
 outfit."
"Ok, Gretchin, we were all just curious that's all. We know what it's like
at
 these gatherings so we'll let you get back to work."
"Thanks." I reply with a smile and head back to the main room, my mistress
sees
my leaving the side room and gives me a funny look, I point towards the door
and make a face, she understands immediately and goes back to talking about
training techniques.

Finally dinner is ready and served, by myself and Millie. I help my mistress
with her seat and notice that the woman who gave me the hard time has no
maid to help her, for a second I think about letting her seat herself, but
only for a second, I know with the other girls here my mistress would show
exactly how effective her training techniques are and just how obedient I
am.
Or use this as an opportunity to give a lesson in punishment or worse as the
mistake to get rid of me. A tear forms in my eyes as I think about the last
possibility and I'm by this strangers side in record time, once seated I
curtsey and hurry back to my mistress.
They all tuck in to the meal with gay abandon, the occasional comments
directed
at me make me feel warm inside and even more submissive, I can't help it, I
like
compliments from a mistress, any mistress especially mine.

Millie once again helps with the empty plates, whilst Debbi serves the
desert.
Once again I stand behind my mistress feeling proud that tonight went
without
a hitch. Finally the guests depart, after several rounds of coffee and light
refreshments for us maids.
"I think that went well," said my mistress sighing as I closed the door
after
the last couple had departed.
"Yes mistress I think it did," I reply returning to my favourite curling up
spot
on the floor, whilst she curls up on the sofa.
She has always been able to read me like a book and with all the extra
compliments I've been receiving over the night she knows what I want, in the
blink of an eye I find her standing next to me. I stand up and wait.
Finally she gives me the signal and I embrace her as tightly as I dare.
"Thank you mistress, thank you." I whisper in her ear.
"What for?" she asks calmly.
"For letting me be here, for training me even when I tried to resist, for
letting
 me wear my favourite dress tonight, thank you."
"Gretchin?"
"Yes mistress?"
"You're staying."
I hold her even closer to me and for some reason I start crying, I'm so
happy,
not wanting to get my mistresses blouse damp I try and pull away, but she
holds me fast and I stop resisting instantly, "Thank you mistress, ohhh
thank
 you! You've made me the happiest sissy in the world!" I sob in to her
shoulder.
"I know," she replied happily, "I know."

I don't know how long we stayed like that but by the time she let go of me
her
shoulder was wet with my sissy tears, "Gretchin."
"Mistress?"
"Go to bed now, you've got a lot of cleaning to do in the morning."
"Yes mistress," I reply, for some reason I am sleepy, by the time I've
stripped
off and put my night-gown on I'm half dead, as I turn the light out all I
can
think of is that from now on, its mistress and me, and I won't ever
jeopardise
it again.
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