Eve Quest Pt. 02
Keywords: Pt., 02, Eve, Quest,
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Chapter 6
I tossed and turned all night sleeping for short periods, but afraid I would oversleep or that the clock wouldn"t go off. About 4:30 I got up. I reasoned I"d need some extra time anyway so I got started. I sat on the toilet thinking about my douche. Somehow a douche seemed so much more acceptable than an enema. I tossed my gown on the bed and filled the bag with a smile. Once I had the bag full, the system purged and the bulbs in place, I pranced around the room holding the bag above my head. I liked having the pumps hanging down from my body and slapping my bare legs. My playtime over I assumed the position and accepted the first load. At the proper time I dumped it and took the second one. Putting a tampon in my pussy was always a kick. That morning it seamed even more special.
The bath was luxurious. I added bath oil to the bubbles and soaked before running a razor over my body. My nails were fine. I smoothed lotion over my entire body and powdered my genitals. Jenny was right I needed to lose some weight. It was a real struggle to get the corset on. It included full cups and adjustable straps, so my cute new breasts were held firmly in place. The panties were layer on layer of lace with a lot of spandex in their body.
I sat at my vanity, pulled on my stockings and attached them to the corset with white lace garters. My heels were single banded sandals with a strip of leather connecting the heel to the ankle strap. The leather strip had a built in "D" ring. The ankle strap was held closed with one of the small silver locks. As I stood I almost swooned. It"s such a charge to be on heels, especially 4" heels. Then I noticed the time. It was 5:46 and I needed to get moving.
The crinolines were in a set, five layers to a set. The French maids outfit had a scoop neck and a very short skirt. Over the crinolines it covered nothing. My garters, ruffled panties and lacy stocking top were visible. The apron was shorter than my skirt, but the bodice and straps were layers of ruffles and improved on the stark cut of the dress. I did the best I could with my makeup and wig then clipped the cap onto my hair. From the head down the gal in my full length mirrors was hot. Every guy on the planet would want to get into those ruffled panties. Unfortunately, there was no time to prance around. It was 6:04.
I had two places set at the table in the sunroom; hot tea prepared and toasted bagels ready when I heard the patter of bare footsteps down the hall. I had even set some fresh flowers on the table. I was beaming with pride. The breakfast was served; I was a vision in pink, and I had four minutes to spare.
Jenny was naked, her hair disheveled and she was rubbing her eyes as she entered the dinning room. She said, "Toilet." Then she turned and headed for the bathroom.
I"d been primping for an hour and a half and she hadn"t even looked my way. She was going to make me do that disgusting job before Mistress Sheila even got to see me. Up the stairs and down the hall, I got my sheet out and lay down. Jenny flopped her lovely pussy on to my mouth and started without so much as a fair thee well. With my tummy full I licked her a couple of times, but she was unmoved. She stood and left without a word.
I fixed my makeup and hair, brushed my teeth and hustled back to the sunroom.
"Hello, Sissy." Sheila said.
I knelt between the two of them, eyes down. "Good morning."
"Did you enjoy your breakfast?" Sheila asked.
Breakfast? I thought, but I"d learned my lesson about questions. Instead I said. "Yes. Thank you."
"Don"t thank me. Thank Jenny she prepared it."
I finally tumbled to the deal. "Thank you, Miss Jenny."
After I"d cleared the breakfast dishes and loaded the washer I knelt before Sheila in the sunroom. She said. "Jenny is waiting in the living room. She"ll go over your household duties." She held a steak knife loosely in her right hand. I didn"t remember setting it out, but her manner didn"t seem menacing.
"This whole operation was mostly about taking your money, but there"s a potential here for you to find happiness. Make no mistake, every time you fuck up I"m going to discipline you and I"m going to enjoy hurting you." With that she placed the point of the knife on my left inner thigh, just above my stocking top. She pressed it to the point of pain and a trickle of blood.
"Yes, Mistress." I said, eyes down, jaw clinched.
"Get out of here."
Jenny had a day-by-day list of duties most of which were domestic in nature. I would be doing laundry, cleaning, polishing and vacuuming. I"d be responsible for breakfast and dinner every day. On weekends and holidays I"d serve lunch.
"At this point we don"t want you to go outside, but that day will come. We"ll also do the shopping until you are more passable as a girl."
"Thank you, Mistress."
"I hope Sheila made it clear that our policy with you is no toleration. You make a mistake we"re going to hurt you."
I rubbed my inner thigh, but she didn"t seem to find the event significant.
"We"ll enjoy taking our sadistic tendencies out on you. Of course, if you have little masochistic urges then all you have to do is fuck up."
"Yes, Mistress."
We went through every room in the house except the master suite and she covered what was expected in every area every day.
"We don"t intend to trap you. We just want the work done and we want you to learn to be an excellent maid."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Like most servants you will be expected to perform sexual favors for your master and in your case that includes toilet service."
I nodded in compliance.
During the next couple of weeks I learned exactly what was expected of me. It had always been fun to sashay around in high heels. I found it was quite another thing to work in them for eight or ten hours. At the end of every day my feet and legs were killing me. To make things worse, the first time Jenny caught me with my seams crooked, she removed my shoes and beat the bottoms of my feet with a bamboo cane.
There were dozens of violations that drew various degrees of discipline. My first attempt at doing the laundry was a typical disaster. I hand washed several pairs of panties, but I mixed the colors. Everything ended up some color of red. I didn"t get the connection, but for the next two days they added Tabasco sauce to my second morning douche.
I had no training as a cook so it should have been no surprise when I overcooked some steak for dinner one night. They cut the steak in chunks and watched me remove my tampon and jam the pieces up my pussy. I wasn"t allowed to remove them until I retired.
Of all the outrageous tests, Jenny checked the baseboards in the den with a white glove. They didn"t pass. They didn"t even come close. I spent the afternoon in the corner, bent at the waist with my wrists attached to my shoes. They didn"t beat me, but it was the next morning before my back quit hurting.
There was something every day. It was obvious to me that a satisfactory job on my part was a pipe dream. They always found some minor infraction and delighted in punishing me. Their favorite targets were my nipples. The hormones had them puffy and sensitive. Over time, using tit clamps, they attached everything but the front bumper from a car to them.
After breakfast everyday I was given a hormone injection and four different pills. I had no idea what the pills were and wondered if they were poisoning me, but I decided they had everything I owned so what would be the point.
Each mistress used me as a toilet once a week in lieu of one of my meals. When they had visitors I was the entertainment. They would show me off then Jenny would piss in my mouth. Before they left, I would service every pussy or cock in the place.
My diet was a startling change. We used the sunroom on the backside of the house for most meals. The slanted ceiling and three outside walls were glass and the floor was a rich brown stone. There was an immaculately manicured garden surrounded by a high brick fence. I normally ate with my mistresses. The big difference was that I sat crossed-leg between them on the floor for my meals.
They had continental breakfast most mornings. If they ate meat it was in small portions. I had a delicious diet shake. They ate lunch away from home except on weekends. On Saturday and Sunday I served a half a deli sandwich with cold slaw, potato salad or a fruit cup. I had a delicious diet shake every day in my choice of flavors. Their evening meal was planned well in advance and included steaks, seafood and pasta, but the portions were tiny. I had a small salad with low-fat, low-cal dressing. Once a week I might get a small piece of chicken or fish. I was allowed a diet snack bar or a piece of fruit at 10:00 and 3:00. I kept fresh veggies cut in the refrigerator for all our use. My choice of beverage was water or water and I could have all I wanted as long as I wanted at least a gallon every day. They even had a bottled water chiller installed in my bedroom.
Sheila and Jenny jogged together most afternoons. While they jogged I changed into a two-piece yellow swimsuit for an hour or so of sunbathing. The bottom to my suit was T-backed and the top was similar to a normal back-closure brassiere. My tan lines became very obvious. When they returned home we all did aerobic exercises, which meant I had to change clothes again. My exercise outfit consisted of a white gaff, white tights, a pink short-sleeved leotard and white sneakers with pink trim.
At the end of the first two weeks the bloom was off the rose. My feet hurt. I was hungry. I needed some sleep and most of all I was isolated. I needed a friend. When I signed away my manhood I was sure I wanted to be a girl. At that point I wanted a hamburger, a beer and the television clicker.
My plain cotton gown felt extra soft and comfortable that Friday night, but I was resolved to escape at the next opportunity, perhaps the next morning.
Chapter 7
The strong resolve of the night before seemed to dissipate in light of the morning sun and the Bardex in my twat.
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Keywords: Pt., 02, Eve, Quest,