Tiffy is enhanced and transformed

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  • #40649
     Yasmine May 
    Participant

    Released from our bondage and dismissed from Countess Antonia’s suite, I curtsy the countess and indicate Tiffy should do the same.

    “Thank you Countess Antonia”

    I head for the doorway and the safety of the corridor outside with Tiffy, safety being a relative term since we are back out in the common areas and a target for any guard, master or mistress who is passing by. Also the countess was not harsh on us, far from it and Miss Nikki as well did not take the opportunity to display her power over us both. Outside I face Tiffy.

    “God I don’t know if you were lucky or unlucky there. I have never known a first day sissy be asked to be a display piece for a client on day one! Though I must say you did well, really well Tiffy.”

    “But what you heard in there, stays in there, you never ever repeat a word of what you heard a client or superior say. If anyone catches you gossiping, spreading talk, whispering even a hint of what you heard, we will both be for it! You understand me.”

     

    My name is Yasmine May, I am the Head Maid. How may I be of service?

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    #40650
     Tiffy 
    Participant

    I’m shaken from what I experienced in so short a time. My emotions are all over the place.

    I almost forget to curtsey, but Miss Yasmine makes sure I don’t make that simple mistake. “Thank you, Countess Antonia,” I say with a curtsey.

    In the hallway, I take a deep breath.

    The one rock I have had in my short time here has returned. Miss Yasmine is in control of me again. I take comfort in that, especially in comparison to the confusion I felt when the guards came in or when Countess Antonia or Mistress Nikki were around. Seeing Miss Yasmine as a subordinate makes me feel much worse about my own situation!

    “God I don’t know if you were lucky or unlucky there. I have never known a first day sissy be asked to be a display piece for a client on day one! Though I must say you did well, really well Tiffy.”

    I smile at the compliment from Miss Yasmine. Part of me knows I should be fighting somehow, but everything I’ve gone through has changed me drastically already. I am proud to have made Miss Yasmine happy. Truly proud. I curtsey to her for the compliment.

    “But what you heard in there, stays in there, you never ever repeat a word of what you heard a client or superior say. If anyone catches you gossiping, spreading talk, whispering even a hint of what you heard, we will both be for it! You understand me.”

    “Of course, Miss Yasmine. Silence is golden. But … what do we do now, Miss?”

    Tiffy is:

    ⊂COLLARED⊃ by Mistress Andromeda Starr

    #40883
     Yasmine May 
    Participant

    “Yes you can’t go very wrong with silence around here Tiffy, you can certainly be punished for speaking when you should not or gossiping. But I am sure you fully understand our status already, that session with the Countess and Miss Nikki has demonstrated it well to you, far better than me trying to explain it you. Come on lets get going, we need to find some clothes, otherwise we will both targets again!”

    Luckily being a maid, I know where all the cleaning cupboards are even the ones concealed and where the laundry baskets are too, I take Tiffy right to the one on this floor and we step inside, out of view.

    “Maids cleaning cupboards always have spare maids uniforms in them in case of accidents, a maid has to be immaculately dressed, ready for inspection at any time Tiffy. Some of our duties mean our uniforms don’t stay immaculate for very long. How do you fancy being a maid for an hour or two?”

    My name is Yasmine May, I am the Head Maid. How may I be of service?

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    #40911
     Tiffy 
    Participant

    I silently nod in agreement with Miss Yasmine regarding our time with Miss Nikki and Countess Antonia.

    She tells me we need to move quickly to avoid becoming targets again. I begin to look around nervously.

    ”We don’t have to go through the lobby again, do we?”

    I sigh happily as Miss Yasmine takes us to a secret little spot nearby. She really has all the answers here, it feels like. As much as she says she’s not in charge — and clearly she’s not — it’s obvious she knows her way around better than most anyone else. There’s no question, she is a tremendously valuable ally!

    She explains that maids’ cupboards always have backup uniforms because of the dirty work maids must do. I frown a little. That doesn’t sound fun. I was looking for maid play when I arrived here, not actual maid work! Of course, I also was looking for a couple of weeks and a return to my wife. And Miss Yasmine insists that’s not happening either.

    She’s an ally. I need to go along with things! Maybe I’ll get a chance to get out, but it’s not right now.

    She picks up some uniforms and asks me, “How do you fancy being a maid for an hour or two?”

    “Well, I guess it is why I came here,” I say, grinning a little.

    In relative privacy and out of danger for the first time in a long time, it feels like, I actually see Miss Yasmine again. She is a delightfully beautiful woman! I slowly work to get my uniform on, watching Miss Yasmine the whole time. Maybe I should have been watching what she was doing! In no time, she’s fully dressed and looking as perfect as the moment I first saw her!

    Meanwhile, I’m still a mess – and staring a bit too much!

    *blush*

    ”Sorry, Miss Yasmine. I’ve really only worn a maid costume a few times.”

    I look down, embarrassed.

    Tiffy is:

    ⊂COLLARED⊃ by Mistress Andromeda Starr

    #40957
     Yasmine May 
    Participant

    “Well, I guess it is why I came here,”

    “Yes you did tell me, but I thought by now you might have changed your mind. Anyway it’s the only option for the time being”

    I pick out a spare uniform that is a close enough size to Tiffy’s physic, and pick out a second one for myself. In the time it takes for me to be fully dressed, Tiffy is still struggling with the corset.

    ”Sorry, Miss Yasmine. I’ve really only worn a maid costume a few times.”

    “Let me give you a hand, sweetie.”

    In no time at all I have the corset fastened.

    “Breath in.”

    Pulling on the laces behind her until I’m happy the corset has had an effect on her figure, I tie off the laces. Spinning her around though instantly I see something is missing.

    “Oh that’s no good at all!”

     

     

     

    My name is Yasmine May, I am the Head Maid. How may I be of service?

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    #40966
     Tiffy 
    Participant

    “Yes you did tell me, but I thought by now you might have changed your mind,” Miss Yasmine says, with an edge to her voice, it seems.

    “Change my mind,” I think? “Yes! I’ve changed my mind about being here at all!”

    But if I’m here, I think I need to go with “the devil I know,” which means being a maid. I don’t even know what else I might get here otherwise. Are there even other options?

    Miss Yasmine is dressed by now and seems a little bothered by how slow I am in getting dressed.

    Like an expert, she fastens the corset around me.  The tightness is not comfortable.

    “Miss!” I say, with a bit of a wheeze, and maybe a little panic. “This is quite tight. Is it supposed to feel like this?”

    She looks me over.

    “Oh that’s no good at all!,” she says, sounding annoyed.

    “I’m sorry, Miss,” I say, not wanting to upset the closest thing I have to a friend – or at least a friendly face – in this awful place.

    Tiffy is:

    ⊂COLLARED⊃ by Mistress Andromeda Starr

    #40997
     Yasmine May 
    Participant

    “Miss!”  “This is quite tight. Is it supposed to feel like this?”

    “Nonsense and yes it is.”

    “I’m sorry, Miss,”

    “You have no boobs Tiffy, we will have do something about that. A maid with no breasts, you might as well have stayed naked!”

    Quickly I take a pair of stockings, stuff them with some underwear until they form two distinct round balls and then push them into the cups of Tiffy’s corset until they are filled.

    “That should work for the time being.”

    Next I help her put on some stockings and panties, before a maids uniform dress covers what it needs to, again helping her button up the back of it.

    “Just a couple more things”

    My name is Yasmine May, I am the Head Maid. How may I be of service?

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    #41004
     Tiffy 
    Participant

    My breathing is restricted. It’s … not pleasant. But Miss Yasmine insists its what’s intended.

    Next, she notes the outfit is all wrong because I have no boobs. There’s not much I can do about that, I think.

    Miss Yasmine, however, has a plan. She balls up stockings and panties into a short-term (I assume) solution, stuffing the balls into the corset to suggest breasts.

    I look down, embarrassed. Miss Yasmine looks beautiful. I … don’t. I feel a twinge of disappointment.

    She helps me out with stockings and panties – at which time I realize be corset limits not only my breathing, but my ability to bend over. I had no idea! It’s really a diabolical creation – a hidden form of bondage.

    “Just a couple more things,” she says.

    My eyes widen. “What more could there be?” I ask in surprise.

    Tiffy is:

    ⊂COLLARED⊃ by Mistress Andromeda Starr

    #41091
     Yasmine May 
    Participant

    “Heels of course silly and a maids cap. Since you have worn a maids outfit a few times, I hope that means heels as well?”

    I tie in the maids cap Tiffy’s hair and then hold out a pair of heels for her to take.

    “You can walk in heels can’t you?”

    My name is Yasmine May, I am the Head Maid. How may I be of service?

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    #41094
     Tiffy 
    Participant

    *gulp*

    “Not very well, Miss Yasmine.” 

    I blush at how raw I am. I thought I knew what I was getting in to, but I actually have next to no experience, it seems. Corsets are foreign to me. Heels are a challenge. And actual service, like we just experienced? My head is still spinning.

    “I’m sorry I’m not living up to your expectations, Miss.”

    It’s hard to believe I’m saying words like this. Harder still to believe how absolutely honest I am being when I say them. I do feel awful at my inability to meet the expectations this wonderful woman has for me.

    “I want to do better.”

    Tiffy is:

    ⊂COLLARED⊃ by Mistress Andromeda Starr

    #41099
     Yasmine May 
    Participant

    “Hum, well I have an idea how we can avoid showing your wobbly ankles.”

    Kneeling down I help Tiffy slip her feet into the heels, straight away I can tell she has not had her feet in heels for more than an hour or two. Walking in them unaided she will shake and wobble like a jelly.

    “Don’t be sorry, you’ll soon get used to being in heels Tiffy” If she stays as a maid she will have no choice when they are locked around her ankles as a trainee maid.

    “I want to do better.

    I’m liking Tiffy and something in her tells me she means what she has said.

    “Then I’m sure you will.”

    From the back of the maids cupboard I pull out the laundry basket on wheels.

    “This will help you walk in the heels and help hide your feet too from view mostly. Now we will be two maids taking the laundry to the laundrette for washing, a normal activity for two maids to do. No one should stop us and ask what we are up to, because it is one of the normal things maids do in the hotel.”

    My name is Yasmine May, I am the Head Maid. How may I be of service?

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    #41103
     Tiffy 
    Participant

    “Thank you, Miss Yasmine.”

    I find myself desperately wanting to impress her. I think it’s a weakness of mine – going back to my life before the Corporation. This need to impress people. And Miss Yasmine — somehow, she’s just someone I really need to impress.

    I’ve been in heels before. Not very high, no. But still – a guy (formerly, I guess) who can walk in heels for a couple of hours? That should impress her. And with the cart to help, I’m starting to gain a little confidence.

    “I’m ready when you are, Miss,” I tell her – going so far as to perform a little curtsey to show off my skills.

    My ankle twists a little and I lose my balance, but I quickly catch myself on the cart.

    “I’m sorry, Miss. I – I just wanted to show you that you can trust me.”

    Tiffy is:

    ⊂COLLARED⊃ by Mistress Andromeda Starr

    #41108
     Yasmine May 
    Participant

    I smile when Tiffy says she is ready, but then frown when she tries to curtsy and nigh on twists an ankle!

    “Sweetie, look, I know you want to impress me, I can see that. But please don’t run ahead of yourself, all I want from you is to act as if you have been a maid all your working life. No impressing me, just as if its everyday you do this, I just want to get you out of the hotel and into the service zone, without any more intervention or adventures.”

    “Now we have to go down the corridor, call the elevator we came up in, descend into the sub levels where the laundrette is. From there I can escort you more safely to where we are heading next.”

    “So stay cool Tiffy, make it look like you are just a maid who has spent the day servicing rooms, you’re tired beyond belief, but happy to be heading off duty, just take my lead if we pass anyone.”

    I cautiously open the maids store door, the coast is clear and wave Tiffy to come out with the wheeled laundry, which instantly starts to squeal on each wheel turn!

    My name is Yasmine May, I am the Head Maid. How may I be of service?

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    #41117
     Tiffy 
    Participant

    Stupid stupid stupid.

    I’m better than what I’m showing. I hate coming off like such a fool!

    Miss Yasmine, displaying nearly infinite patience, tells me to calm down and just walk with her. Nothing fancy.

    “Yes, Miss,” I respond, my eyes focused on the floor between us. I nod my head in place of a curtsey.

    Miss Yasmine then moves to the door and opens it. She waves for me to come forward. I lean on the cart as support as I walk to the heels, already starting to pinch some.

    Immediately, I hear it. *squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak*

    Every turn of the wheel sounds, to me, like a siren calling out to anyone and everyone to look at me.

    Wide-eyed, I look at Miss Yasmine. Should we keep loving with the squeaky cart? Or risk me walking without the support?

    And why can’t I make simple decisions like this for myself?

    Silently, I promise myself that I won’t be helpless like this for long. I will work hard to learn everything I can. I will have answers and not have to weigh down important people like Miss Yasmine with my neediness.

    For now, though, I freeze, not even breathing … waiting for instruction.

    Tiffy is:

    ⊂COLLARED⊃ by Mistress Andromeda Starr

    #41126
     Yasmine May 
    Participant

    Tiffy freezes half in and half out of the storeroom, the squeal of the laundry cart wheel startling her, as it sounds to her like an alarm sounding I guess.

    “Come on Tiffy, don’t dally around here when there is work to be done” I say out loud enough should anyone be listening. More quietly so hopefully only she will hear.

    “They nearly all do that Tiffy, its normal, just keeping walking and act as if you hear nothing at all.”

    The squeal is louder than normal though and may get us stopped for annoying someone on our way. It’s a chance we will have to take, Tiffy can’t walk unaided in heels yet and we need to get ourselves out of the domain of Master, Mistresses and clients!

    Heading towards the elevators we are about half way down when a door opens to another suite in front of us. I instantly spot it’s a mistress leaving her suite, put out my hand to stop Tiffy pushing the cart any further. Curtsy as the mistress glares in our direction at us. I hesitate about giving my normal formal greeting, we are far enough way usually that I should get away with it. Normally I would give her a greeting to be safe, but Tiffy has not been trained in the art of greeting a superior, so I can’t risk it. I hold back and hope lowering my head and eyes so not to look at her is enough and hope Tiffy followed my lead as I said.

    My name is Yasmine May, I am the Head Maid. How may I be of service?

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    #41131
     Tiffy 
    Participant

    The squeaky wheel forces me to pause, but Miss Yasmine will have nothing of it saying, curtly and fairly loudly:

    Come on Tiffy, don’t dally around here when there is work to be done”

    I’m a little surprised by the response, but she quickly follows it with a quieter explanation.

    They nearly all do that Tiffy, its normal, just keeping walking and act as if you hear nothing at all.

    I nod in response. Silence is golden. I just wish the cart knew that!

    We make it partway down the hall, sounding more and more like an ambulance or fire truck to me. It’s so loud! But I follow Miss Yasmine’s lead. Just ignore it and keep moving.

    Then a door opens.

    *gasp*

    Miss Yasmine puts her hand out to stop me. A gorgeous woman exits the door and glares at us. The color drains from my cheeks.

    Miss Yasmine performs a perfect curtsey. How did she get so graceful? I’m partially hidden by the cart and do my best to appear to curtsey, lowering my head and shoulders, keeping my eyes down.

    Miss Yasmine does nothing further, so I follow suit. I hold my breath, look down, try not to look conspicuous.

    I flash on “Jurassic Park.” Is this a T-Rex that doesn’t see you if you don’t move? Or a Raptor, making you think it doesn’t see you, then pouncing. All I can do is wait and find out.

    I close my eyes. It won’t help me any to see what’s coming …

    Tiffy is:

    ⊂COLLARED⊃ by Mistress Andromeda Starr

    #41141
     Yasmine May 
    Participant

    NPC:

    Maids, service my suite immediately!

    IC:

    Oh shit!

    “Yes miss, right away miss.” I bob another curtsy but stay routed to the spot, hoping she will now head off to the elevator herself, before I figure out what to do, a call to the maids barracks perhaps, allocate another maid to service this suite before the mistress returns.

    NPC:

    I said immediately or do I have to report you for disobeying me maid.

    IC:

    “No miss, sorry miss, immediately, yes miss” {Curtsy}

    This time we have no option but to walk up to her, I bob another curtsy as I pass her and enter her suite, holding my breath in fear she will spot Tiffy is not a trained maid.

    My name is Yasmine May, I am the Head Maid. How may I be of service?

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    #41205
     Tiffy 
    Participant

    NPC: “Maids, service my suite immediately!

     

    I stay frozen. Crap.

    Miss Yasmine immediately goes into damage control.

    “Yes miss, right away miss,” and a *perfect* curtsey. Wow! I do another head bob, trying to appear as though I’ve curtsied as well.

    Then … we stand still. I keep my head down. What are we doing? Shouldn’t we be going to the room? But I know better than to ask. Miss Yasmine knows better than me. Silence is golden.

    NPC: “I said immediately or do I have to report you for disobeying me maid.

     

    “No miss, sorry miss, immediately, yes miss” 

    Miss Yasmine curtsies again and begins walking to the room. I look up as she walks, realizing why she had frozen before – and realizing I need to follow or it will get much worse for both of us.

    I take a deep breath. I’ve walked in heels before.i can do this. I concentrate hard on the ground in front of me. I try to place my feet exactly the same way Miss Yasmine placed hers.

    She walks so gracefully, though. How is she holding her hands? Can I mimic that too? I try.

    Now she curtsies. OK, I can do this. I skip placing my feet perfectly, instead trying to set them firmly. I bend my knees, bow my head, lift the edges of my skirt. “Miss.” Drop the edges, rise, continue walking.

    Was it good enough? Did I get away with it? I continue following Miss Yasmine, hoping we can close he door and get away from this customer!

     

    Tiffy is:

    ⊂COLLARED⊃ by Mistress Andromeda Starr

    #41375
     Yasmine May 
    Participant

    NPC: The mistress follows us both in to her suite.

    “You had better give it your full attention maids, I expect perfection normally, but now I will be inspecting my suite carefully on my return.”

    IC:

    Not satisfied with just telling us I’m horrified to see she has followed us in and is now telling us she expects perfection, which is an insult to me, although on this occasion I may have been slightly tempted to skimp on a few things, but not now. But what will I do with Tiffy?

    {Curtsy} “Of course miss, your suite will be absolutely perfect on your return miss.”

    NPC: “Maids you haven’t greeted me properly” Now in front of me she lifts my tag attached to my collar. “You are the Head Maid here? You do not act like one Yasmine May. Are you an impostor?” She turns on Tiffy. “And you are not even wearing a tag. Who are you? Perhaps I should call security right now, a maid who is an impostor and one without her security ID. Explain yourselves right now”

    IC:

    Oh Christ! Honesty is now my best policy here.

    {Curtsy}

    “Miss I am Yasmine May, the head maid and I report to Miss Nikki the maids manager. This is new maid Tiffy, it is her first day here as a sissy, she shouldn’t even be up here miss as she has not passed out, she is just beginning her training with us miss. We were brought up here by the guards when we should not have been and we are now trying to make our way back to the service levels miss. I humbly apologize for any wrong doing on my part miss. I offer myself for punishment as it can only be my fault miss.”

     

    My name is Yasmine May, I am the Head Maid. How may I be of service?

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    #41389
     Tiffy 
    Participant

    I hope I’ve done well enough that the mistress moves along, but it looks like that’s not the case. She actually turns and follows us back into her suite. My heart sinks.

    She lays into us:

    NPC: “You had better give it your full attention maids, I expect perfection normally, but now I will be inspecting my suite carefully on my return.”

    I stand a step to the side and behind Miss Yasmine. Partially out of deference to her; partially out of abject fear.

    Miss Yasmine performs another curtsey. Without thinking, I follow suit with a sad imitation.

    “Of course miss, your suite will be absolutely perfect on your return miss.”

    I smile at Miss Yasmine’s confidence in me – but the mistress will have nothing of it. She continues:

    NPC: “Maids you haven’t greeted me properly”

    I don’t know what we’ve done wrong, but it’s certainly not the time to ask. She approaches Miss Yasmine, lifts the tag on her collar and scoffs.

    NPC: “You are the Head Maid here? You do not act like one Yasmine May. Are you an impostor?”

    *gasp* My eyes raise up slightly. How dare she? Miss Yasmine has acted impeccably. But my eyes fall instantly as she drops Miss Yasmine’s rag and walks to me.

    NPC: “And you are not even wearing a tag. Who are you? Perhaps I should call security right now…”

    My breathing quickens with the memory of the terrible men who brought us here. How they mistreated me and Miss Yasmine both. My eyes, panicked, move to Miss Yasmine as the mistress continues.

    “… a maid who is an impostor and one without her security ID. Explain yourselves right now”

    Despite the pressure, Miss Yasmine curtsies perfectly again. I start to think about the power of that motion. Its ability to give a maid a moment to think, while also showing utmost professionalism. I never saw it as a power move – until I saw Miss Yasmine do it. So much to learn!

    I give my sad imitation again as Miss Yasmine begins to explain:

    “Miss I am Yasmine May, the head maid and I report to Miss Nikki the maids manager. This is new maid Tiffy,”

    I bob my head, keeping my eyes down.

    “It is her first day here as a sissy, she shouldn’t even be up here miss as she has not passed out, she is just beginning her training with us miss. We were brought up here by the guards when we should not have been and we are now trying to make our way back to the service levels miss. I humbly apologize for any wrong doing on my part miss. I offer myself for punishment as it can only be my fault miss.”

    My hands grip and ungrip my little skirt. I bite my lips with nervous concern. Why is Miss Yasmine requesting punishment? It’s those stupid guards who caused this.

    I’m going to stick with the “silence is golden” idea for now, but if there is punishment to be had, I vow to myself that Miss Yasmine will not be taking it. I will step forward and offer myself. She will not be punished because of me.

     

     

    Tiffy is:

    ⊂COLLARED⊃ by Mistress Andromeda Starr

    #41413
     Yasmine May 
    Participant

    I can feel rather than see, Tiffy is semi hiding behind me. I put myself in her shoes and realise what I would have been like if this was my first day’s experience of being here as a sissy sub. The sight of this powerful women who could literally punish us in any way she sees fit at the click of her fingers would have had me quaking in my heels. In the face of the pure unknown Tiffy is either very brave or very naive. I decide it’s brave for she is keeping silent rather than babbling like an academy school girl would.

    OOC:
    “It makes little difference to me maid if it’s her first day or not. You pair ‘will’ service my suite and if it’s not how I desire it, there will be trouble ‘Head Maid’, that is trouble for you! Do I make myself clear”

    IC:
    “Yes miss” {Curtsy}

    I watch her turn and walk out of the suite.

    “Shit!” I say out loud.

    Walking over to the suite door I try the door handle, but it will not open, she has used her client’s card to lock the door, Tiffy and I are now stuck here inside her suite until she comes back!

    “Shit Tiffy, we are locked in.”

    My name is Yasmine May, I am the Head Maid. How may I be of service?

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    #41444
     Tiffy 
    Participant

    The Mistress makes it clear she doesn’t care about the situation, only that the work is done. I realize I’ve probably felt the same when I’ve been at a hotel (though I hope I was much more polite about it).

    Miss Yasmine curtsies again. “Yes Miss.”

    i perform my imitation curtsey – and the mistress stalks out of the room. I let out a huge sigh of relief – but quickly discover that Miss Yasmine doesn’t seem nearly as relieved.

    She tries the door to find it locked.

    Shit,” she says. “We are locked in.

    Well … that’s ok, right?,” I say – trying to take my heels off. “I can help. I’m sure we can do this.”

    ”Just tell me where to start, Miss”

     

     

    Tiffy is:

    ⊂COLLARED⊃ by Mistress Andromeda Starr

    #41452
     Yasmine May 
    Participant

    I begin to look around the suite, instantly I can see it’s at least two hours work in the main room by looking at the state of it. What has this mistress been up to, hosting a party of some sort by the looks of things, glasses, food, and trash everywhere!

    “God this suite is a mess!”

    I open the door to the bedroom. Tightly bound on the bed is a sissy, gagged a big vibrator buzzing between her legs which she is unable to do anything about is withering away in frustration. I ignore the gurl completely.

     

    “Gee this was some party! She had better have gone out for a couple of hours if she thinks we can get all this sorted before she comes back Tiffy. I’m guessing the bathroom and kitchen will be just as bad if not worse!”

    My name is Yasmine May, I am the Head Maid. How may I be of service?

    OOC: Very infrequent and adhoc logging in currently, sorry to those who I would have been interacting with.

    • This reply was modified 6 months, 1 week ago by  Yasmine May.
    #41520
     Tiffy 
    Participant

    Now that the Mistress has left, I see finally have a chance to take a closer look at the suite. My gosh! What happened here?

    God, this suite is a mess,” Miss Yasmine says.

    I’m glad to hear her say it. That means the rooms aren’t usually like this, at least.

    I follow Miss Yasmine as she enters the bedroom. My jaw drops as I see a pretty girl, tied up with a vibrator running between her legs. “Mmmmmppphhh.”

    Miss Yasmine full-on ignores her. I can’t take my eyes away. Do we untie her? Did the mistress really leave her for hours like this while the maids come in?

    It all seems like no big deal to Miss Yasmine, who goes straight to work.

    “Gee this was some party! She had better have gone out for a couple of hours if she thinks we can get all this sorted before she comes back Tiffy. I’m guessing the bathroom and kitchen will be just as bad if not worse!”

    I totter after Miss Yasmine, still confused.

    ”But – Miss? Shouldn’t we help the girl whose tied up?” I look back over my shoulder, getting another look.

    Tiffy is:

    ⊂COLLARED⊃ by Mistress Andromeda Starr

    #41585
     Yasmine May 
    Participant

    “But – Miss? Shouldn’t we help the girl whose tied up?”

    “No we had better not Tiffy! The mistress has done this deliberately to her, she knew the maids would have to come in and clean all this up and find her bound and tormented on the bed or floor. No we don’t touch the gurl, I may check up on her from time to time, I might even get her a drink but that will be pushing my luck because I would have to remove her gag and then put it back on her.”

    “No we work around the bound up gurl when we tidy the bedroom. I’m betting the mistress is counting on us to torment the gurl even more by having to work around her”

    I gaze around the suite one more time.

    “Right first things, collect all the trash and bag it. Then we can see the surfaces that need cleaning. The small cupboard just inside the suite door has all the cleaning supplies we need Tiffy, fetch a couple of garbage sacks will you, there will be gloves too in there, best wear some for this.”

    My name is Yasmine May, I am the Head Maid. How may I be of service?

    OOC: Very infrequent and adhoc logging in currently, sorry to those who I would have been interacting with.

    #41615
     Tiffy 
    Participant

    Don’t help her? I look back again, trying to express my sorrow. She seems a little distracted, though. *stare*

    I wonder whether the vibrator would work through the Sissylink. Something to consider for later, maybe.

    But Miss Yasmine wants me to get busy. Of course, I do as I’m told. I scurry over to the closet that Miss Yasmine directed me to. I pull on work gloves, pick up several garbage bags and start filling them.

    There is … So. Much. Garbage. How did this place get this messy?

    The fake boobs Miss Yasmine fit me with keep getting in the way. I’ve already removed my heels, so maybe removing these will be ok too? I decide I better ask to be sure.

    Miss? Would it be OK if I removed these?” Pointing to me chest.

     

     

    Tiffy is:

    ⊂COLLARED⊃ by Mistress Andromeda Starr

    #41624
     Yasmine May 
    Participant

    I’m collecting up large quantities of trash and bagging it into the sacks Tiffy fetched over.

    “Miss? Would it be OK if I removed these?”

    “No Tiffy, you will have to get used to them anyway, they won’t be fake for much longer.”

    I can hear the gurl in the bedroom moaning into her gag, how long has she been like that already I wonder. Was she tied up like that just before we arrived, or has she been like that for much longer, I had better check on her. I let Tiffy finish off collecting the last pieces of trash from this room and re-enter the bedroom which is a lot cleaner and tidier luckier. The gurl is on her side curled up as much as she can be, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as she lets out a long hard moan of frustration.

    “Hey are you Ok sweetie?”

    Her eyes flicker open startled by the intrusion.

    “If you are Ok nod your head. I can’t and will not release you though.”

    Her eyes flicker again as she moans another deep moan of pleasure and frustration combined, I know from experience she is looking for that extra edge that takes her over into a climax. Then she fixes her eyes on me and gently nods her head, before her eyes flicker again and another moan follows. Where she is tied, I can see the skin hasn’t bruised or reddened, she has only been bound an hour or two at the most.

    “Ok I’ll be back soon and check again on you sweetie”

    The bedroom we will leave until last, with two of us we should have it back up to standard in 15, 20 minutes I think to myself. Walking back out into the suite, I see Tiffy has just finished the filling the trash sacks.

    “Our sister in there is fine, a little on edge right now, but she is coping Ok for now.”

    “Well do you fancy hoovering or washing, dusting and polishing Tiffy?”

     

     

     

    My name is Yasmine May, I am the Head Maid. How may I be of service?

    OOC: Very infrequent and adhoc logging in currently, sorry to those who I would have been interacting with.

    #41631
     Tiffy 
    Participant

    They … won’t be fake for much longer? She can’t mean …

    Can she?

    I’ll have to leave that discussion for later.  I know we have work to do, and I do not want punishment for myself or Miss Yasmine.

    I hear another moan from the bedroom. Miss Yasmine puts down her bag and walks to check on the girl within. The moan makes my own penis try to harden. This damn belt.

    I’m actually alone for a second! I try to feel around the belt. To rub myself. Somehow. Dammit, that girl gets to moan – why can’t I moan too? I get about as far as a groan before I decide that I better be hard at work when Miss Yasmine returns or I’ll be in trouble. Hmmph. I feel myself pouting. Shake my head at such a girlish gesture and return to picking up garbage.

    I’m just finishing the last few things into the sack when Miss Yasmine returns:

    Our sister in there is fine, a little on edge right now, but she is coping Ok for now.”

    I’m glad she’s ok, Miss. what happened to her? Is she a guest? Someone who works here? Can guests really get away with pretty much anything they want like this?”

    Miss Yasmine looks like she’s considering my questions, but she’s intent on getting this room cleaned, too.

    “Well do you fancy hoovering or washing, dusting and polishing Tiffy?

    I guess hoovering?,” I say. It certainly sounds easier.

    Tiffy is:

    ⊂COLLARED⊃ by Mistress Andromeda Starr

    #41984
     Yasmine May 
    Participant

    Both of walk over the small maids store cupboard.

    “You start setting up the hoover then Tiffy and I will fetch what I need to start washing and polishing.”

    We both get busy picking out or tools of trade.

    “Our bound up friend in the bedroom, I vaguely have seen her around, an academy sissy I think, one of the school girls. As to why she is here, I do not know, she may have been instructed to present herself to this client or the client may have picked her out. Why she is tied up like she is, again I do not know, but yes a client can pretty much do as they wish and desire, that is why they come here.”

    My name is Yasmine May, I am the Head Maid. How may I be of service?

    OOC: Very infrequent and adhoc logging in currently, sorry to those who I would have been interacting with.

    #42000
     Tiffy 
    Participant

    I pull out the vacuum cleaner, noting the little differences. “Hoover” sounds different to me. *Grin*

    I get to hoovering as Miss Yasmine explains the situation with the girl – essentially, that she doesn’t know the situation and it’s not really our place to ask or be concerned about it. In conclusion, she notes:

    “Yes a client can pretty much do as they wish and desire, that is why they come here.”

    I shiver at the thought. The power they have over us. They’re basically above the law here. “So we are really just toys for the masters and mistresses? Miss Yasmine,” I continue hoovering, being sure to get into all the crevices. I used to do all the hoovering at home, pretending to “serve” my wife for a little thrill – not realizing what it really entailed. “Miss … do you enjoy being here? There are parts that sound thrilling and parts that sound dreadful. Does the thrill outweigh the dread in the long run?”

    Can she even hear me over the sound of the vacuum? I know she’s hard at work. I can see her bottom moving as she scrubs.

    Tiffy is:

    ⊂COLLARED⊃ by Mistress Andromeda Starr

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