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Finding Mistress Lady Penelope and being humiliated
I discovered the web site of Mistress Lady Penelope and emailed her head maid, Madam FiFi. Mistress was fairly local to me, she had a bespoke dressmaking service which could make any dress if I had a photo. Well I did have a photo of my mother in her taffeta dress so they could create a very close replica.
Madam FiFi was prepared to be an accomodation address for me but only if I was a client of Mistress Lady Penelope, so I had to become one to proceed. I considered all of Mistress’ services. Crossdressing was good but so was maid training. I was not into corporal punishment, well not for real. Prissy sissy training did not appeal to me. I decided to try maid training first. Due to illnesses and holidays it took some time to find a suitable date but at long last an appointment was made.
I took what I considered sensible precautions, locking all my identity documents and such in my car and proceeded on foot. I was not sure I was in the right place but knocked on the door. The door opened and I immediately knew I was in the right place when a sissy maid opened the door and invited me in. It was Mistress’ head maid Madam FiFi. Back then Mistress Lady Penelope gave an interview before a first session and to hand, Mistress had a sheaf of emails between myself and Madam FiFi.
I had been full of both trepidation and excitement when I had knocked on the door but Mistress Lady Penelope put me at ease almost immediately, though of course the excitement continued. Not now at fever pitch. I sat on the sofa and chatted with Mistress sat in an armchair and discussed mainly the various things I had talked of in the emails with Madam FiFi.
I had a suitcase with me containing my French maid uniform, gloves, mop cap and latex mask. Mistress admired the mop cap and asked from where I had purchased it, then got Madam FiFi to order another one for her clients to wear.
Mistress did not like my maid uniform. She suggested a transparent one from her huge collection and said that I would find it humiliating, which I found strange, why would anyone want to be humiliated? I told Mistress I was not into being humiliated. Another uniform was selected, a traditional French maid one, much more elaborate than the one I had brought with me.
Mistress told me if I came back for another session that I should have a shave and if I didn’t, she would shave me herself. I squeezed all my six or seven inch beard into the latex mask. Mistress spotted a hole in the cheek. When I had first taken delivery of the mask I had seen the hole and nearly sent it back but when I reported it to the manufacturer, they said had said it was deliberate. Mistress told me it looked like a ‘beauty spot’, just like her Barbie doll had when Mistress was a young girl. The mop cap covered up the join where I had glued the mask back together.
Mistress applied lipstick to the lips of the mask and eye makeup above my eyes. There was no need to apply any other makeup to the mask. I put on the luxury maid’s mop cap and Mistress left Madam FiFi to finish off my transformation.
I had to put on a chastity device and tights and black and white fine stripe knickers. Bra and silicone breast-forms, the first I had ever worn. Originally I had stuffed a bra with socks and a little later had bought a bra with stuffing sewn into it. Madam FiFi instructed me not to fit the breast-forms like a raindrop with the top of the egg shape at the top but to the side next to the armpit.
I put on black patent leather Mary Jane shoes. Madam FiFi measured my waist and expertly laced me tightly into a corset which took a lot of getting used to. My breathing was shallow and I doubted I could have run without fainting. Thankfully maids are not often required to run, except when their Mistress tells them to run and fetch something.
Madam FiFi then re-measured my waist and helped me into a short but wide white organza petticoat, it was trimmed with black edging (bias binding). I loved the width and the feel of the petticoat. The uniform was next. After I put it on, Madam FiFi produced a largish padlock and locked the neck of my uniform so I would know there was no escape. She said the weight of the padlock on my back would be a constant reminder of my lowly status and that I must be a good girl and obey at all times.
Little did I know that neither the petticoat nor the uniform covered my knickers which were on constant display. It was only later when I looked at the photos that Mistress Lady Penelope had taken with my camera that this was the case. I put on the white satin apron and Madam FiFi tied the apron tails into a big bow behind my waist.
I put on my white stretchy gloves and Madam FiFi also locked me into a posture collar. Then my training began. I was taught how to curtsey in the manner prescribed by Mistress Lady Penelope. Not an elaborate court curtsey, it is a much simpler leg movement which Mistress thinks even a stupid sissy maid can remember. The leg movement is simple but the whole thing requires concentration to get almost every muscle in the whole body synchronised like an orchestra playing a symphony. Then there was the bob for when the arms are otherwise occupied. Then there was presenting a tray and standing at attention.
When Madam FiFi was satisfied with my progress I was taken to be presented to, and inspected by, Mistress Lady Penelope. I cannot remember now, exactly how that went. I do remember I had to make tea and serve it on a silver tray in an ornate floral tea set, two cups for Mistress Lady Penelope and Madam FiFi. I bent my knees to put the tray on the table, so that I would not display my bottom. I then was instructed to stand at attention next to Mistress’ armchair, so I was not in the way but where Madam FiFi could see me fully and Mistress could see me with her peripheral vision.
I had to stand like a statue, back straight, elbows in, with my hands holding my skirt fanned out with my pinkie fingers raised, my eyes pointed at the floor in front of me. The posture collar made sure I kept my head up so that it was only my eyes that pointed downwards. Of course I had to keep my ankles and knees together as well.
My ankles being together reduced the side to side distance of my contact area with the floor and prevented me putting one foot ahead of the other, reducing the front to back distance too. I found keeping my centre of gravity above that contact area challenging and I had to concentrate on doing so otherwise I swayed. A tight rope walker uses their upper body to balance any sway but having to hold out my skirt with my elbows in to my waist prevented that.
When Mistress Lady Penelope decided the tea had brewed sufficiently, I had to step to the table, bend at the knees to be at the correct height, take the tea pot whilst keeping my finger on the tea pot lid and and pour the tea until commanded to stop. I then handed the cup to Mistress and had to pour milk from a creamer whilst Mistress stirred the tea with a golden spoon. I had to repeat the whole thing for Madam FiFi, except Madam FiFi also had three spoonsful of sugar.
I was then instructed to return to my place. I had to think, but realised my place was standing rigidly at attention at the side of Mistress’ armchair and there to wait until I was needed again.
As I stood there, holding myself at the exact positions I had been taught, not moving a muscle and trying desperately not to sway enough to be noticed, Mistress Lady Penelope and Madam FiFi exchanged pleasantries, discussed unimportant things and then Mistress Lady Penelope asked Madam FiFi how the new maid was doing. They discussed me at length, they attached great import to my trivial errors and hardly mentioned what I had done right.
It was excruciatingly humiliating. I felt I was the lowest thing in existence. I felt they were far superior to me, I was hardly good enough to serve them as a lowly maid. I and my manhood was under lock and key, would I ever be released? Would I ever even be allowed to move? My face itched but I dared not scratch it.
Eventually their conversation moved on and they finished their tea. I was instructed to clear away the tea things and wash up. Whilst I was moving I instinctively tried to touch my face but instead got lipstck on my stretchy white opera gloves. I was annoyed with myself as I had had to wait a long time for them to arrive from Germany and they had not been cheap. I was allowed to borrow some black gloves which would not show stains nearly as much.
I was instructed to carry a tray containing chains and leather bondage straps to be used to restrain me. I liked self bondage but how would I feel when someone else had the sole power to release me? I was already locked in the maid uniform and the posture collar of course.
The danger was exciting, what if Mistress Lady Penelope decided to keep me locked up for ever? I could not go outside looking like this, I could not run away, in fact I could not run at all due to the corset restricting my breathing. I had asked for bondage, it would be stupid to reject something I had requested and anyway I trusted my Mistress, she would not enslave me, so I willingly submitted to the extra restraints.
The picture above was taken at the time and shows me carrying the tray of white and black ankle restraints come shoe locks I was to be locked into.
A white ankle strap was wrapped around an ankle and the middle one of three eyelets in the strap was pushed over a locking post, then the integral black strap was placed under my foot just in front of the shoe’s heel and pulled tight. One of the eyelets in this strap was also pushed over the locking post. The shackle of a brass padlock was pushed through a small hole in the locking post and snapped shut.
The black strap could not be pulled backwards because of the shoe’s heel, nor was it long enough to be pulled forwards. It prevented me from taking off the shoe.
The same procedure was carried out on my other side, then a double ended snap hook was attached between the rings on the inner edges of each shoe lock. Running away was now definitely impossible as my stride was restricted to a few inched, I could not even get the heel of one shoe past my other shoe’s toe.
I was allowed to hand wash my white gloves to remove the lipstick from them. I did so in the kitchen sink but the posture collar I was wearing made looking downwards somewhat difficult, I could not lower my head, I could only swivel my eyes downwards.
Before I got the gloves wet, I dropped one of the gloves on the floor and bent down to retrieve it. I bent at the waist and Mistress Lady Penelope screamed at me for displaying my derriere. I should have bent at the knee as if curtseying, keeping the hem of my uniform horizontal. I was awarded punishment points for my faux pas and they were noted down in Mistress Lady Penelope’s red velvet punishment book.
The photo below was taken at the time and shows the shoe locks in place as well as the larger padlock preventing me from removing the French maid uniform. After I found this old picture, I puzzled for a while about the loop hanging below my petticoat, then realised it is one end of the corset laces.
While I was washing the gloves, a chain leash was attached to my posture collar and Head Maid Madam FiFi held the other end.
During my training I earned more punishment points, all duly noted down. Near the end of my session, Mistress Lady Penelope took my leash whilst Madam FiFi removed the double ended snap hook. I was instructed to ‘get up those stairs’ and ran up the stairs with Mistress Lady Penelope close on my heels.
I was ordered to lower my knickers and tights and bend over. I received ten or twelve strokes of Mistress Lady Penelope’s riding crop. It hurt but looking back now, I realise that Mistress used extremely light strokes as I have since seen what Mistress can do, and also suffered myself when Mistress was annoyed at me.
That was the end of the session, I said goodbye to Mistress Lady Penelope and Madam FiFi took charge, unlocking my bonds, helping me undress, removing the corset and finally unlocking the chastity device.
At this final step Madam FiFi pointed out something inside the chastity tube and told me it was pre-cum.
Looking back now I am sure it must have been when I was standing at attention feeling humiliated whilst Mistress Lady Penelope and Madam FiFi discussed me. I had not thought that I would ever like humiliation but I was wrong. I wonder how the transparent uniform I had been initially offered would have affected me.
When Mistress Lady Penelope reads the draft version of this I think she may be a little surprised at the above revelation for I have never told her.
I can say I truly enjoyed my first session with Mistress Lady Penelope and was very soon talking with Madam FiFi about getting a bespoke French maid uniform made. I hoped it would be more acceptable to Mistress when I came back for another session. I had not given up on the taffeta dress but I was full of enthusiasm for being a maid for my Mistress, doing my best to please her. There was enough to do to get the details of the uniform correct without worrying about the details of the taffeta dress at the same time.
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