Part 8

"A package arrived for you earlier." Donna held the package as she

talked "my supervision reinforced by parts one and two of your sissy

maid kit will ensure you act in a manner befitting a maid in this

household." She explained it's contents and how to explain wearing it to

Maria. "Though I'd rather not provoke paranoia, it's important you

understand that your choker, chastity, and Maid app may converse about

your actions behind your back," Donna said with a smirk, unable to

contain her mischief, as she finally handed him the package.

"Get on with it, come on slow coach, let's see," Maria said as if it

were her birthday present he was unwrapping, her excitement

diametrically opposed to Minnie's mood.

Minnie gingerly opened the package, adhering faithfully to Donna's

instructions. 'I've bought something to help keep me out of trouble.'

Maria examined the choker as if it was her that would wear it until

Donna securely locked it around Minnie's neck. "Today, with Maria

supervising, I want you to teach the choker the list of phrases I have

written out on this sheet, phrases I consider suitable for a maid and

aimed at restricting your rude outbursts toward guests. From what you

told me Minnie your choker will monitor your voice and will refine the

list over time." She couldn't help but smile at the sight of Minnie's

woebegone look.

"Depending on the setting, it can activate if you speak, react to

certain words, or only allow you to answer. Imagine, Minnie, a silent

you at my beck and call."

While breakfasting Maria began reading the choker instruction booklet.

Jennifer walked into the kitchen. "Any coffee left?" She joined them at

the table. "What is that Minnie is wearing?"

"According to this it's a 21st century cross between a scold's bridle

and a shock collar Mrs. Collins," Maria quickly answered as she waved a

leaflet at no-one in particular. "Minnie bought it to train herself, it

is powered by artificial intelligence." Maria was pleased to have the

attention of the kitchen focussed on her and, short of anything relevant

to say, she read the marketing blurb "an AI-powered accessory designed

to help refine social interactions by utilising sophisticated

algorithms, this choker discreetly analyses speech patterns and will

remind the wearer to pause before speaking, promote active listening and

overcome the tendency to interrupt or respond rudely. With its sleek

waterproof design and intelligent features it will compliment any

outfit..." Without a need to pause for breath, she seamlessly ad-libbed

"of course Minnie would need your permission before wearing it in the

main house Mrs. Collins."

"I'll agree to anything that stops her outbursts, let me tell you,

Minnie, poor Katie still has nightmares following your outburst."

Jennifer looked serious. "Thank goodness you were there to put a stop to

it Maria." Pausing for effect she smiled in Donnas direction. "Your

choker is an excellent idea Minnie, consider it a compulsory part of

your uniform." Pleased with her spur of the moment officiousness

Jennifer topped off her coffee. "I love that dress Donna, going

somewhere special?"

"Sort of, I'm meeting an old school friend, Helen, for lunch in the

city. We are penpals, you know, envelopes and stamps. I know that sounds

old fashioned Mrs. Collins but it works for us."

"Snap! I'm driving in this morning, not for anything as exciting as

you...a charity lunch." Jennifer smiled. "It would be nice to have some

company in the car."

Donna smiled. "That sounds nice, I can take the train home."

"Or we meet up, come home together." Jennifer smiled. "Donna, I'm sorry

to mention work on your day off but, while I remember, Minnie's uniform

looks ill-fitting, can you have her measured at the uniform shop when

you have time?"

"Certainly, Mrs. Collins."

"A good chance for you all to have new uniforms, choose something to

suit the season, and please ask Maria to serve when we have guests until

Minnie is smartly dressed. I promise that's the last work talk today

Donna." Maria and Minnie resumed training his choker.

Jennifer might be pretending not to notice him but she had slipped up in

noticing his improved figure. Weeks of tight lacing until he had his

corsets, apart from his new black one, fully closed were soon to be

rewarded. After so many disappointing weeks, and the awkward 'Samuel'

and 'cuckold' conversations he felt happy thinking of the new, improved,

stricter, Jennifer. At last she had started treating him as he wanted.

He daydreamed about how, if she had done that from the start, there

would have been no need to fire the contract cleaners...no need for

Donna and Maria to be here...no need to be in chastity...and now the

choker, he hoped Donna had no more surprises.

Maria set the tone for their unsupervised day by sending Minnie to

refresh Jennifer's room. By the time he returned Maria had changed out

of her uniform into a summer dress. She lounged on a sofa in the sitting

room, her sandals carelessly kicked off. Minnie, recognising a game was

afoot, hid his joy and softly cleared his throat. Maria looked up from

her iPhone, smiled. "perfect timing Minnie, you can serve my coffee now"

her concentration returned to the choker remote control and user manual.

Minnie smiled, his day had gotten better. "Certainly Miss Maria."

Maria, her attention focussed on the choker, had all but forgotten about

that game. Maria was still reading when he returned "your choker detects

voices and other people in the room, that gave me an idea." She tapped

at the chastity remote, spoke a series of instructions like 'serve tea,

wash the dishes, and such like' "All done...the choker recognises my

voice now and will expect you to call me Miss Maria whenever we are

alone... try calling me Maria."

"Maria." Minnie felt a barely tolerable shock from choker and chastity,

she told Minnie to curtsey. "No, not like you are in pantomime, silly."

Maria stood. "Like this, a discrete bob." She had to repeat the action a

couple of times before Minnie got it right, the movement was more a

relaxing and tensing of thigh muscles, his head moving a centimetre or

so at most.

"Perfect Minnie, a sign of respect so discreet it will go unnoticed if

someone accidentally sees us."

"Thank you Miss Maria." He bobbed, felt himself radiating happiness at

seeing Maria unable to hide her pleasure. As he prepared lunch he

thought how, first Jennifer, now Maria had turned the day from level 1

bad to a level 5 good day.

Partway to the city Jennifer's cell pinged, Siri bore bad news 'Jennifer

sorry it's last minute today's luncheon rescheduled Ariadne.' She

glanced at Donna "I'll go shopping instead."

"You want to turnaround Jen? I can meet up with Helen another day."

"No need." Jennifer smiled at Donna calling her 'Jen' on purpose. "We

are so close to the city I hear clothes shops calling me...

Jennifer...Jennifer..."

"Sorry I've overstepped the mark" Donna looked serious "shortening your

name like that without asking Jennifer."

"You didn't overstep any mark, and I like it when you call me Jen,"

Jennifer said with a hint of self-consciousness.

"Okay Jen." They both smiled, Donna gave Jennifer's hand a brief

awkwardness clearing hand squeeze. "But you will tell me if I overstep

the mark, right?"

"Sure." Jennifer felt a little confused by all the mark and stepping

talk. "Can you stream some background music."

With Donna's help CarPlay soon provided a soothing soundtrack. "We could

shop together before lunch? Please say yes Jen, you have great fashion

sense and I would really like your advice."

Jennifer liked her neediness. In her current life, full with leisurely

pursuits and associations with those self assured needinessless people

born into privilege, Jennifer couldn't help but feel a longing for the

authentic connections she once had. Thinking of how seamlessly their

conversation just went from relaxed to uncomfortable and back to relaxed

Jennifer added Donna to her imaginary list of friends that, since going

from poor to wealthy, contained only Katie (she added Donna using an

imaginary pencil, just in case - no one wants to imagine crossing out or

to begin a whole new imaginary list). "Shopping together will be fun."

Donna wanted advice on buying some exercise clothes and she was super

fussy. Jennifer smiled inside remembering being the same when she worked

for her money. Clothes purchased, and promises exchanged to run

together, they visited several more shops before arriving back at the

first lingerie store, the choice between two near identical sets. "See

why I need you Jen?" Donna said with a smile "definitely one of these,

which would you choose?"

Rather than just picking one and getting on with her shopping trip alone

Jennifer said, "Are you buying for someone special?"

As if that made a difference.

As if Maria hadn't warned against prying.

"Sort of." Donna did a little lopsided smile before taking the bra,

thong, and suspender belt set Jennifer suggested to the checkout. "You

cannot eat alone Jen, I insist you come meet Helen."

Jennifer smoothed her skirt nervously as they waited outside the café.

"Donna, are you sure about this?"

Donna flashed a reassuring smile. "Absolutely! You'll adore Helen, just

like I do. Besides Jen, she's dying to meet you."

Their conversation paused as Helen approached, her warm smile putting

Jennifer at ease instantly. The trio found themselves seated at a cozy

corner table, surrounded by lively chatter.

Donna and Helen quickly engaged Jennifer in their conversation.

Throughout the meal, Jennifer couldn't shake off the feeling that Helen

was focussed on her. Whenever she glanced at her Helen's gaze seemed to

be on her and linger a little longer than necessary before leaving.

Donna excused herself to visit the restroom, leaving Jennifer and Helen

alone at the table. Helen leaned in closer "Jennifer, it's lovely to

finally meet you in person," Helen began, her tone warm and genuine.

"Donna has told me so much about you."

Jennifer smiled politely, though a hint of unease gnawed at her.

"Likewise, Helen, Donna tells me you've been friends since school."

"That seems an age ago." Helen's smile widened, and she lowered her

voice conspiratorially. "You know, Donna has mentioned how much she

enjoys working for you. It's almost as if..." She trailed off as Donna

returned to the table.

The arrival of spring brought with it a burst of colour, warm weather,

and need for cooler working uniforms. Donna and Minnie set off on a

sunny afternoon, the promise of new uniforms filling Minnie with

excitement. He had been confined to 'out of sight' roles for a week. As

they browsed through the racks of crisp white aprons and neatly pressed

uniforms, Donna's eye was immediately drawn to a yellow gingham fabric.

"I think this would be perfect for warm weather!" Donna exclaimed as she

felt the thin material between her fingers.

Checking he wouldn't be overheard Minnie nodded eagerly. "Yes Mistress."

His eyes lit up with anticipation. While Donna was thinking of how cool

the thin fabric would be to work in Minnie was thinking how feminine the

gingham, lace trimmed uniform looked, how embarrassing it will be to

wear it food shopping on a warm day, he imagined forgetting to remove

his apron...

While Minnie tried on uniforms Donna's gaze drifted to a nearby display

featuring an unusual black maid uniform. More of a costume than a

uniform, it had a low neckline, fitted bodice, puff sleeves, short

flared skirt with underskirts, and white lace detailing giving it a

distinctly risqué vibe.

The sales associate, noticing her interest, approached with a knowing

smile. "Ah, I see you've spotted our new range, it's the uniform worn by

waitresses at a rather select gentlemen's club," she remarked, her tone

conspiratorial. "Eye catching isn't it?"

Donna's eyes widened revealing a mischievous glint in her eye. She felt

a thrill at the thought of putting Minnie in such a uniform, and how

humiliating that would be for Minnie. sShe smiled, her research

suggested he would resist little enough that she wouldn't weaken and yet

enough that he could fantasise being forced to wear it. She discreetly

added one in Minnie's size to the order. Leaving the uniform store

Minnie couldn't help but notice Donna's look of excitement.

Jennifer prepared for her book club meeting. Maria and Minnie bustled

around in their new yellow uniforms, white frilled serving aprons,

matching yellow heels making final preparations. Guests began to arrive,

to Minnie's surprise Katie was among the attendees. He guessed her

presence to be the reason Donna put his choker in silent mode for book

club. While his voice had been silenced Minnie still had a pencil and

notepad secreted, waitress like, in his apron.

Jennifer welcomed everyone, introduced Katie. She thrilled the group

with tales of her encounters with famous and discreetly nameless

authors. To everyone's delight she wove captivating stories of life

behind-the-scenes. Her anecdotes sparked laughter among the guests.

Meanwhile, Minnie and Maria, moved gracefully among the guests, serving

refreshments. Around his neck the subtle reminder of his role as silent

observer in the proceedings. Taking advantage of all eyes being on

Katie, Jennifer slipped her iPhone behind a cushion to be discovered in

her absence. As the book club meeting drew to a close someone asked "are

you Samuel's agent Katie?"

Jennifer and Katie exchanged a knowing look and smiled. "I am, Samuel

writes under a pen name so, sadly, I am unable to tell you anything

about his work." With a mischievous glint in her eye and a playful smirk

directed at Minnie, she teetered on the brink of revelation, relishing

the anticipation of dropping her bombshell. "However I can tell you that

Jennifer and I are flying out later today to visit him at his writers

retreat." Minnie gasped at her thinly veiled revelation and got a brief,

painful, shock for his trouble.

As Jennifer concluded the meeting she mentioned that during their visit

to Samuel's retreat she had suggested Donna host a dinner party at the

Collins household for staff from nearby households.

Donna kept Minnie confined to the kitchen, as instructed, until Jennifer

and Katie quietly left in their airport Uber. As if closing the door had

triggered something inside Donna she immediately began leading Maria and

Minnie through long and frantic deep cleaning days.

With Jennifer and Katie in Rome adding substance to Samuel's cover story

the Collins household buzzed with activity. Preparations for the dinner

party Jennifer had authorised swiftly commenced. Invitations were

extended to staff from various households. However, as they finalised

the seating plan, Maria raised a point. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not

superstitious but thirteen diners Donna? That's just asking for

trouble."

"Twelve diners, one serving."

"Who will that be?"

'I would be pleased to serve,' Minnie scribbled on his notepad, certain

he had spoilt any teasing planned.

"I intended serving." Donna smiled. "Thank you for volunteering Minnie,

I accept your kind offer."

Donna joined Minnie in his bedroom before the dinner party. She closed

the bedroom door behind her and put his choker on standby. A mischievous

smile played on her lips as she re-thanked Minnie for taking her place

at the dinner party. "I was saving this for a special occasion such as

tonight." She produced the gentleman's club uniform from behind her back

like a certain well known magician and casually said, "You might as well

wear it."

Free to voice an opinion Minnie insisted he didn't want to wear the

dress. "I could wear it some other time, just for us," he suggested.

"Or just for you? Is that what you mean?" Donna saw how his eyes

sparkled while staring at the dress as if, in looking away, it might

slip into another dimension.

"Please don't make me wear that tonight Mistress, I will be humiliated

in front of everyone." He whined convincingly while a little bit of him

secretly yearned for Donna to force him to wear it.

"Humiliated?" A smile danced on her lips as she teased him. "And you

don't want that?"

"No Mistress."

"We both know that is not true, so stop pretending Minnie," Donna said

thinlippedly. "You and I know how much you like being humiliated." She

recounted how happy he was in the days after She and then Maria had

punished him.

"I won't force you," Donna smiled teasingly. "Shall we try out your

chastity while you decide?"

She showed Minnie her Mistress app, three buttons showing - M, S, P.

"Masturbate, Spoilt, and I cannot, for the life of me, remember what P

stands for. Pause? Power? Play? Only one way to find out..." Donna

pressed P.

"Oh, oh," Minnie quietly moaned as he felt himself about to ejaculate

into the sanitary pad he wore on Donnas instruction. Before that

happened the vibration stopped, several weeks worth of spoilt orgasam

dribbled frustratingly into his sanitary pad. Soon the vibration resumed

with renewed vigour. "Please stop it now," he whined, a sense of urgency

in his voice. "It's painful Mistress." The chastity continued to

masturbate him. "Please Mistress. Okay, I'll wear the dress," he

offered, the chastity continued "I really do want to wear the dress

Mistress, please let me." The chastity stopped.

"Okay, you win," Donna said as if Minnie had won but it was Donna who

looked victorious, she held out the dress. "Here." She smiled as she

handed it to him. "Actually I'm not sure it will fit you...fingers

crossed 'eh?"

Wanting to avoid a repeat at some future date he explained the agony he

felt at being masturbated after ejaculating.

"Then I guess 'P' stands for punish. Let that be a lesson to you for

refusing me, the next time you consider refusing me or misbehaving it

could be worse...now let me help my sissy maid dress for her dinner

party."

He swallowed, her smile widened. "A nice shower first." Donna waited

patiently while he showered. Overcoming her embarrassment she laced him

into his new black corset tightly enough for him to whine about it being

too tight.

In a perfect world he would be doing this himself, research told Donna

the importance of 'being dressed' by a mistress was and what a vital

part that step played in the 'being helplessly displayed in public'

fantasy.

Donna found solace in the knowledge that she was proving that she never

left a task unfinished.

Minnie folded his arms across his breasts as if forming a shield of

modesty. Donna smiled warmly and continued to dress him with care, as

though he were her own living doll. "Did Mrs. Collins dress you like

this?"

"No Mistress," Minnie spoke quietly and with a sense of loyalty added,

"It's like you said she is too busy to play games."

"This is no game Minnie, point your toe." Donna rolled a sheer, seamed

black stocking up his leg and unhurriedly fastened it's six suspenders.

Next came the compulsory sanitary pad followed by the modesty panel.

"Can I put my bra on please, Mistress."

"Oh you can't wear a bra with your new dress, it would show and spoil

the line" Donna took a padded envelope from her pocket. "Luckily sissy

maid kit part 3 arrived today." Minnie recognised the logo. "Stand

still, I need to get these right first time." She positioned the flat,

silver nipple pasties and held them in place for a few seconds for the

adhesive to take hold "no trying to take them off," she warned. "They'll

just fall off naturally, eventually."

"Eventually? What does that mean?" Minnie felt a warmth on his nipples,

they began to tingle then it felt like someone was pinching his nipples

"What is happening Mistress?"

Donna shrugged then read the instructions. 'Activated by body heat, the

flat plastic discs seamlessly transform into a lifelike shape. Caution:

Do not attempt to remove prematurely.'

From Minnie's perspective she was reading from history. The flat silver

discs had morphed into prominent silver nipples surrounded by a wide,

female size, silver areola. "There, perfect feminine modesty and with

perky breasts like yours there's no need for a bra now, is there

Minnie?"

Donna applied his makeup then finished getting him dressed, told him to

stay in his room, she would text him when it was time to come down to

the kitchen. "Don't let Maria see you."

"Yes Mistress," he said refolding his arms modestly. Alone he examined

his reflection in the mirror, bending revealed the bottom edge of his

corset and a line of suspenders, the modesty panel ensuring his chastity

stayed out of sight.

At the other end of his dress modesty was in short supply, the low

neckline displaying an impressive cleavage. The dress failed to contain

the two semicircles of silver nipple pastie that peeped out from the

neckline, the room lights reflected on their surfaces as he breathed.

Nervous and in need of distraction Minnie played the game on his Maid

app. The game had changed slightly, now men masturbating women wore

casual clothes, women masturbating men wore maid uniforms. Before he

reached 20 his iPhone chimed. 'Hello, Minnie! It's your A.I. mistress,

Aiara. Just checking in to say hello!'

The message had come from his Maid app.

'Mistress Donna?' he tried

'Mistress Aiara, I told you that'

'Please stop teasing. I've got an overdose of nerves Mistress'

'Donna does not know about me or your game, let's keep it that way

Minnie'

'If you really are Aiara prove it'

Pleasant shocks accompanied '1,2,3,4,5,6' in time with the numbers

appearing on screen 'now do you believe me?' He waited 'Still not

convinced? Okay I know the game never fully rewards you'

'So I have both an A.I. mistress and Donna to handle now,' Minnie typed,

feeling the weight of the situation sinking in.

'At last, show me the dress'

'Why? How do you even know about that?' Minnie questioned.

'Dress sounds cute. I might even reward you for wearing it,' Aiara

teased.

'You hear everything, don't you?' Minnie remarked, a sense of awe

mingling with unease. Desperate for an orgasam that did not end in

'spoil' or 'punish' Minnie followed instructions, sent several

photographs and a 360 video.

'V.cute'

Donna texted 'Kitchen'

'I won't forget your reward'

'thank you Mistress Aiara'

'So formal, have a nice time Minnie'