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Under Control - part twenty of twenty eight
by mailto: VictorBruno@mschristine.com

this story remains copyright Victor Bruno, release to publish
granted to Christine Stevenson.

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"This is Pauline, your new maid, Miss van Meer." It was Miss
Mandy who spoke, having led Paul into Gloria's magnificent
apartment. He curtsied, heart pounding, now that he was once
again confronted by the supreme beauty of the woman who dominated
his life so utterly. Gloria naked but for suspender belt, was
having her stockings put on by another maid.

"Thank you, Miss Mandy," she said, indicating that the overseer
might depart. She gave Paul the most cursory of glances. The door
closed behind Miss Mandy . . . and Paul stood, silent and humbly
waiting, dressed in the traditional French maid's outfit of black
with frilly white accessories. With a slap on the face, the other
maid was dismissed from the room and Gloria beckoned to Paul to
advance. He came mincing, hip-swivelling, curtsying again with
bouncing breasts under the tight black chiffon.

"Pauline . . ." mused Gloria. The shadow of a smile crossed her
lips "I once had a male slave called Paul. So it's quite
appropriate . . ."

It must have been something about the look on Paul's feminised
features . . . or maybe in his eyes . . . that made Gloria step
forward and look at him more closely. There was a puzzled look on
her face. It changed to a look of interest . . . and then of
fascination.

"Pauline?" she queried incredulously.

"In truth . . . Paul . . . Mistress . . . ." said Paul in his
newly acquired contralto. "But now . . . . I am your maid . . .
P-Pauline . . ."

Gloria burst into a peal of laughter. She slapped her thigh . . .
and went on laughing. It seemed to her that this was the greatest
joke ever perpetrated! She rushed to the house-phone and was soon
loud in her praises to Mrs. Dupont. "I know I said Miss Mandy
could dress him as a woman but I didn't expect anything as
marvellous as this . . . Miss Mandy and Delia are to be
profoundly congratulated," she said. "It's miraculous. Are you
sure he hasn't been castrated? That under all this he's still got
a cock on him?"

She was obviously reassured and soon returned to examine Paul in
more detail. Before long he was naked but for his high heels and
corset cincher-belt. He walked, he postured, he played the woman
to perfection . . . whilst Gloria looked on rapturously.

At last she got up and left the room. I am a woman . . . a woman
.. . . Paul kept saying to himself. I am Pauline, Miss Gloria van
Meer's maid.

                                   * * *

"It is amazing how quickly one becomes bored with slaves after
breaking them in," Amelia Dupont was saying to her guest Gloria
van Meer some weeks later.

"Yes, I know what you mean," Gloria agreed. "That was why I was
so pleased when you proposed the slave camp idea. Paul, or
perhaps I should say Pauline, was not as stimulating or
challenging as he used to be."

"But I imagine your interest has been piqued recently?" Amelia
smiled. "Will you keep him as woman?"

"Of course," Gloria smiled possessively, "I shall keep him . . .
or perhaps I should say her . . . for the time being. It really
is most amusing. A quite incredible transformation."

"I certainly agree that Miss Mandy and Delia are to be
congratulated," smiled Mrs. Dupont. "They've taken a lot of
trouble over it."

"In a way, though," went on Gloria, "it's rather the end of the
line as far as Paul is concerned. I mean he's reached rock
bottom. Difficult to see how to subjugate him further, as a man I
mean. There won't be much fun left for me!"

"True," nodded Amelia, "but, as you say, he is amusing and can
continue to be so. As a lesbian slave he will indeed suffer while
he serves with that box on him, I would think that would amuse
you. Also he might act as a rather telling example of what can
happen when you start building up your squad."

"That's a point," smiled Gloria. "He'll really shake them. I've
already made some plans about my squad. The idea is to get young
husky brutes. Not masochists as I've always suspected Paul truly
was; even if he didn't know it. They'll all have to be tamed from
scratch. My God think how much more pleasurable that will be,
bringing macho men down a peg or two . . . I'm going to enjoy
whipping them into shape."

"I can understand your feelings," said Amelia. "Provided I think
of whipping some arrogant young girl into shape."

They brooded in silence for a while, their minds full of the
pleasures of power and ownership.

"When do you expect the first of them to arrive?" asked Amelia at
length.

"In about a couple of weeks," answered Gloria. "It has taken much
longer that I anticipated, but at least the supply has now been
arranged with virtually no risk of detection or failure."

"Good," said Amelia. "The temporary camp accommodation should be
finished by then. I've got teams of girls working on it every
day; after you invested so much here I felt it was the least I
could do."

"Oh that's very good of you, you've done more than enough
already," exclaimed Gloria. "You shouldn't have bothered. They
could have stayed chained in the open until they built their own
camp."

"No bother," grinned Amelia Dupont, "keeps the girls busy . . ."

"I can imagine," said Gloria. "Yes . . . that's a thought. I'll
release Paul from his maid's duties and he can join one of the
teams."

"Good idea," said Amelia. "I'll have a word with Mandy. She'll
give you a replacement for him. You are getting good service, by
the way?"

"Couldn't be better," nodded Gloria.

Amelia Dupont nodded smugly. "We aim to please," she said.

Gloria stretched. "Time for bedibyes," she said. "Goodnight,
Amelia. Sweet dreams."

"You, too, dear," answered her hostess.


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