Two Days Heaven

by Marco Clinton

  

I pulled into the drive at 7.30...got out of the car, and walked up the gravel path to the front door, pressed the bell casually twice, the door opened, there stood a Man, of similar age to myself. "You'll be Marco?" he questioned.

"Yes, are you Bob?" I asked, he beckoned me to come in...

Sitting in the lounge, I felt a little nervous, He seemed bigger than I and more confident, enough to overshadow my own bravado; He offered a drink,

"Neat scotch, please" said I noticing a bottle of whisky in the drinks cabinet.

"Zoey will be five minutes; she's just nipped to the shops"

"Lived here long?" I asked, trying not to seem nervous.

"A few years, Now" he paused, and put a whisky glass beside me, I sensed he was as nervous as I, so I relaxed a little and let him do the same.

The living room door opened and in walked a woman whose radiance lit up the entire room, she swished in as if she was on castors, an air of dignity and quiet confidence I had never witnessed before, Bob immediately stood, I felt compelled to do the same. "Marco, I want you to meet my wife Zoey" She gazed at him through piercing hazel eyes and then turned and spoke to me "Why so nervous sweetie?"

"It's been a long drive and I haven't really wound down yet"

"Well get comfortable, I'm going to make some tea"

I sat back as the vision of confident loveliness left the room, and looked at my companions blushing face... It was as if he had been caught with his hands in the sweetie jar and the revenge of his embarrassment was plain to see on his face.

"How do you like it?" she questioned from the kitchen.

"Black, two sugars Please" I replied

"Hmmm, I see you have manners" she said as she walked back in the room glaring mildly at Bob who shrank back in his seat.

"Would you like a drop of scotch in it? It will help you sleep!" she almost commanded.

"erm, yes please" said I. Still wound up after that long drive from Yorkshire I welcomed it.

"Do you have some money for me?" she enquired politely.

"Yes" I replied

"well come with me into the office and we'll get the paperwork out of the way!" I trotted off after her, hand on wallet, wondering what happens next; she opened a large bound folder and wrote `Marco. "What's your surname sweetie?"

"Is it important?"

"It is if you want to be sure we are above board" She said.

"Clinton, like the president, but no relation" I replied...

"Did you bring any Make up?" she asked, straight to the point

"Erm Yes, but not much"

" Well it doesn't look like you'll be needing much looking at your lovely complexion, but just in case, Ill take the three hundred pounds now, if you don't mind, any Money I don't have to spend on you will be redeemed the day after tomorrow" looking at her watch she said

"Oh my, it's nearly nine o'clock".

I felt a little tipsy and very tired as I handed over the money and sealed my fate for the two days I was to be there.

"You look very tired after that long drive" she commented. She was right; I could have fallen asleep on a clothes horse.

"Ill show you to your room" she said and walked off in the direction of the stairs.

I followed on limply and climbed the stairs after her, along a hallway she pointed to the bathroom, past another door and she led me into a room, she flicked the light on,

"There's your bed, I hope it's comfortable for you, we sleep totally naked in this house; it's the house rule!" I didn't quibble and flumped down on to the bed which was so soft I thought the floor had given way, as I reached for the bedside lamp her timing was impeccable and she

turned the main light off just as the bedside lamp came on giving a comforting glow and highlighting the colours of the wallpaper.

 

"Undress and Ill be back in a minute with your nightcap" she said. I did as I was told and stripped completely naked and slid between the Duvet and the valance sheet, I heard her coming up the stairs and along the hallway "If you're not used to sleeping without some clothes

on then wear This!" as she entered the room with a pink and sheer very frilly nightie draped over one arm and a cup of warm cocoa in her other hand, I had to sleep, there was No point arguing.

"Are you going to turn the other way Mi...?" I had to stop myself from saying Mistress as I began to pull the bedclothes back. She made a face, and said, "Don't think I haven't seen it all before" I replied,

"You haven't seen Mine before" she just smiled and turned around after placing the Pink negligee on the bed and saying "Just slip into this, sweetie, its very comfortable, I used to wear it, I promise, I wont look." As I slipped out from the bed and began to pull the frilly negligee over my head I noticed that she had Indeed turned around and was looking at me yet I didn't feel disturbed in any way, there was something gentle in her eyes, something Loving and caring, nurturing even, she picked up the frilly pink knickers that I hadn't noticed she must have dropped upon entering the room, as she threw them to me she said "And these, I don't want you catching a cold now" I slipped easily into the knickers and dived for cover under the bedclothes. "Drink your cocoa" she said sweetly, "and get to sleep, busy day tomorrow, Breakfast at 8.30" she said as she picked up my jeans and socks, t-shirt and undies and left with them.

8 am. I was awakened as bright as a button after having had a wonderful dream about giant pink marshmallows by Zoey tapping gently on the bedroom door "Are you awake Marcie?" she asked.. `Could she mean me? ` I asked myself as I felt compelled to say "Yes mistress"

"Good" she said...and entered with an arm full of underwear, " I want you to wear these today" as she drew back the curtains revealing a fine day, she gave me No opportunity to say anything, and as she walked out of the door "Breakfast in ten minutes Get dressed now; Be quick, Shaved and downstairs or else you'll miss breakfast and have to spend the day dressed like that, Bob has gone to work, but I have endless things to do today, so you're going to help me!"

"Where's my clothes" I asked innocently.

"They're in the wash, How dare you come visiting in such scruffy apparel, your going to wear what I tell you to until I say differently Ok?!"

"ok mistress," I replied already getting into the submissive posture and the very white, very frilly underwear; looking at the clock on the wall, I followed her quickly down the stairs and sat at the breakfast bar. "Don't crunch your cornflakes" she said gently as I began munching; looking around the room I caught sight of myself in a full length and full width mirror on the wall, I was wearing the frilliest things I had ever seen. "You should have been up to make breakfast for all the guests, But I blame myself, If I hadn't got you drunk last night you would have been up early enough today, and they have all gone out, leaving you at the mercy of Me" she smiled sweetly; Looking down at my feet, she said "Ill go get you some slippers, your feet must be cold" she returned with pink fluffy slippers and handed them to me. "Put these on, and make a cuppa" she commanded and left the room, I had been fortunate enough to notice that she didn't take sugar, just a spot of milk in a beaker style mug, and wondered at the consequences if I had got it wrong.

She returned with a black satin and frilly white French maids outfit which I yearned to slip into She said "Quickly, upstairs and shower and Ill bring this for you to slip into in a minute, c'mon, chop chop, as quick as you can, we have to get this place ready."

I ran up the stairs and into the bathroom, took off the frilly underwear, gently so as Not to tear it turning the shower knob as I did so. Standing beneath the cascading luxuriously hot water soaping my self with the Camay, I had a sudden thought "What the fuck have I let myself in for?" I asked out loud… and answered "Phantasmagoria! It was true that Zoey had fulfilled her part of the bargain this far, it was also true that He had left the details of his humiliation up to her, this was to be His finest hour" I stopped thinking and began to get excited and a little apprehensive, The bathroom door opened and in walked Zoey "Quickly now" she said "Dry off and get into this underwear, I don't want to come in there after you" she teased.

"Erm, excuse me, miss, but might I ask what you have planned for me today?"

"You may ask, but I'm not telling" she replied cryptically. As I got out of the shower and into a large bath towel she eyed me up and down, "Brush your teeth" she commanded "and slip into this underwear" she pointed at a pile of black lingerie laid neatly on the toilet lid, "Now get dried

properly and Put that on!" as I dried myself, she took some talcum powder from the cabinet, dusted a substantial amount in to her hands and rubbed my back with them, speaking sweetly, she

Said. "Are you a little turned on by me?" I panicked…

"Erm Yes, No, what is the right answer? I don't know, all I do know is that I am Very nervous" "Why so?" she said, "There's No need to be nervous unless you do such a wonderful job I may feel compelled to keep you here and there's Nothing you can do about it, You do know I could keep you here and make you serve me for as long as I like, don't you?"

"Yes miss" I replied. "And you also know that if you do a lousy job I may keep you here until you get it right, so you're in a no win situation!" I, very worried by now looked longingly at my gentle tormentor feeling so much Love for this woman I wondered all kinds of things about her, What her motives and drives were, what or who had made her like this, I recalled the application form, how it had been thorough enough to find out If I had money, a next of kin, any dependants or assets and a whole lot of stuff, wondering if she was not some large magnate in the white slavery industry, and so fantastic at it that she got girlieboys to pay their own way into slavery and servitude I suddenly felt in complete awe of this woman, notwithstanding the fact that she was gorgeous she had a fantastic brain too .

"Now put this on" she commanded, holding out the frilly white underskirt and "Ill help you with This" she casually pointed at the outer garments which consisted of a black nylon French maids dress, a white frilly apron and something white but smaller than the rest that I wasn't sure what it was. Once dressed in the black stockings and knickers, a slightly padded brassiere and the frilly underskirt she opened the bathroom cabinet and took from it some face powder and some concealer, I shaved quickly and she said "After you have shaved, there's still a dark blemish around your chin, we'll have to cover that up with this, she squeezed the concealer on to the first two fingers of her right hand and held My face still with her left while she applied it "That's Lovely" she said "Now lets do your face properly, I don't want my guests to be served by an ogre" I panicked, `surely she isn't going to try to pass me off as female` and then realised My fate, she was going to make me serve a bunch of her women's circle friends dressed up like her new trophy. She helped me into the outfit, tying the frilly apron around me, I caught sight of myself in the bathroom mirror and was immediately turned on by the thought that a Man of my obvious good breeding and intelligence could be subjected to wearing a French maids outfit and forced to serve, she stood back and looked me up and down, "a touch more mascara!" she said and left me to it. My Mistress returned with a curly mid brown wig "Here sweetie, lets put this on you" she said gently and pulled it over my head, it fit quite snugly and she pinned it in with hairclips "Now shake your head" she commanded, I did as I was told, she smiled an said "Yes, that's quite secure, I think your nearly ready" Taking the small white thing from the chair she said "turn and face the mirror for me Marcie" "Oh fuck!" I thought "I've been named" I looked at Marcie in the mirror as Mistress Zoey pulled the headwear on me, I still don't know what it's called but it was a four inch wide and six inch long strip of white lace attached round the back of my neck by elastic and it sat on my head like a serving wenches, "Don't remove that" she said "it looks sweet" I was gazing at my predicament in the bathroom mirror when she said "put your shoes on and Hurry downstairs, I need some help, you do the hoovering while I make a telephone call" and she was gone. I was powerless, I couldn't run if I wanted to and I did want to, she had confiscated my car keys and closed off all my avenues of escape.

I had No other choice than to formulate a Plan, I would see if I could recruit Bob, he seemed like a nice guy. After fixing my face, by the application of red lipstick, a light dusting of rouge to highlight my cheekbones and a second coat of lengthening mascara I slipped into the shoes I had been asked to bring and fastened the buttons of the straps over the crux of my feet so that they were secure and went gingerly downstairs. Zoey stood in the kitchen with the telephone handset pressed to her ear "Pick up, pick up, pick up" she commanded to the repetitive ring tone on the other end, I willed it to not be answered when she said "Yes its Mistress Zoey here, your late! How far away are you? About ten minutes? Ok" then she turned to me and said "Don't stand there idle, Girl, The vacuum cleaner is in that cupboard there, You can start upstairs" I didn't mind this at all, It was nice to know that I was helping, I grabbed the Hoover and rushed off in the direction of upstairs. On the first flight landing I noticed a vase teetering on the edge of the table under the window, I put it well back on the windowsill `somewhere safe` I then thought about the possible punishment had I knocked it off with my over enthusiastic hoovering, I wondered If she had set up little things like that, little accidents waiting to happen so that she could punish me, thus making me cry and even more submissive, I had a plan to test this theory with the very next setup I saw; I wasn't a dim witted bimbo just yet.

"When you've finished that, wipe down the kitchen surfaces and then wash the doorstep outside!" she commanded, I still had one bedroom and the downstairs to do, my chores were piling up, I began to rush, quickly finishing the bedroom as Zoey came up the stairs, "Just checking" She said, "Who told you to move that vase?" she asked,

"Erm, it was a bit too close to the edge mistress, it may have fallen whilst I vacuumed so I moved it"

"It was there so that my guests could see it on the way in, now put it back" she commanded again. I complied and checked that it could be seen from the hallway downstairs; I rushed downstairs and hoovered the Living room carpet "What the fuck have I let myself in for?" I asked myself beneath the drone of the Hoover. Opening the cabinet beneath the kitchen sink after wrapping the Hoover up and putting it away I found the bucket and brush I assumed were for the doorstep, "Oh" I thought, "Ok, Ill wing it" the French maids outfit was just short enough that should I bend down, I would expose stocking tops and yet to wash the doorstep Outside, I would be exposing my stocking tops in public, This thought turned me on and I wondered If I should complain to the mistress, I was worried that she would say "Just do as your told Marcie, crouch down if your worried, no one can see you from the road" Marcie had her orders though, and daren't not obey them.

I felt the draught up my skirt as I bent down with the scrubbing brush and gave the doorstep a good going over with soapy water. I was beginning to enjoy myself and getting in to the swing of it and shaking my backside in synchronism with the rhythm of my hand as I scrubbed when a car pulled up the drive; I heard a muffled cheer from inside the car but chose to carry on with my work. I was enjoying this time away from the boring slog of fame and importance when Mistress Zoey began to introduce me "Girls, Id like you to meet Marcie, the best, most efficient housemaid I have ever had" I felt made up, and well pleased that I had made a good first impression, then she said "I'm taking her in to town this afternoon to buy her some things, to show my appreciation" Then I got scared.

Inside the house, all impeccably dusted and hoovered, not a speck of dust or an ornament out of place, I was just feeling a little proud of myself when the mistress called "Marcie, come here a moment!"

"Yes miss?" said I, half scared and thrilled and excited too as I entered the living room full of very attractive women, "The girls don't believe that you are indeed a man in servile clothes"

"But she's too pretty to be a man" said one of them,

"I know, and she's an absolute diamond" answered Zoey "But nevertheless, a man." I stood there with my head bowed and the mistress said "Stand up straight Girl!" I brought myself to my full five feet eleven inches and expanded my shoulders which had involuntarily hunched due to servility "oOO00h" said one woman as she winked at the others and said to Zoey "Have you Had her yet?"

"Not yet" said Zoey, "I'm saving her for a special occasion, and I'm letting Bob nowhere near her because it's a special thing, a straight transvestite, she has all the gentle femininity of a real woman with none of the hang-ups and she also knows how to change a plug" The girls laughed heartily at this as I blushed crimson.

"Go into the kitchen sweetie, there are glasses on the table and bottles of white wine in the cupboard, find the corkscrew and serve the drinks" I trotted off and did as I was told.

Returning with a tray of drinks, the room fell silent, `had they been talking about me` I wondered, they all just grinned and I smiled as sweetly as I could given the circumstances.

"So, you don't find Men attractive? Marcie?" spoke one woman as she began to sip her chardonnay, "No miss" I replied "Hmm" she said with a faint growl in her voice "Id like to employ you in my service" she taunted.

I just looked at the proud face of Mistress Zoey and saw a sense of achievement wash across her beautiful face as she said "Well, you cant, she's mine and I'm not letting her go, ever!" Marcie

felt a tear trickle down her face, she has gone and done it now, she thought, wondered why she was so emotional and then wondered about the cocoa that the mistress had brought to her last

 

night, and if it had contained feminizing drugs then she was definitely up the creek without even a canoe let alone a paddle and also how she had begun referring to herself in the feminine, it seemed natural now.

I became worried, and wondered if I would ever get my old life back. As I was doing the washing up in the kitchen the doorbell rang once, I rushed to answer it as Mistress Zoey and her

friends had gone out, there was Bob "Just testing Marcie" he said, "I wanted to know how far you had come in just one day, it took her three weeks to get me to answer the door dressed like that". I had forgotten all about the French maids outfit and had been concentrating too hard on doing the job right to notice that I had definitely been turned into a Maid, to serve my mistresses every whim…

Bob flumped down in the chair and reached for the remote control, before he had chance to turn the television on I said "What are her intentions Bob?"

"You get exactly what you pay for" said Bob, " The extra fifty quid is to replace the strategic breakages that you get punished for, it's a great setup, You get the domination you require and she gets the mortgage paid and has some left for outfits and bloody shoes, She's mad on shoes, she has more than Imelda Marcos!"

"Wow!" I replied, "She's a fantastic woman"

"She's a damn pain" said Bob,

"Why don't you take control?" I asked; a look of abject terror crossed Bobs face.

"She wouldn't let me" He said. I thought this hilarious, and worked on my plan, "All she needs is a darn good spanking" I said, matter of factly.

"Where is the wicked witch anyway?" asked Bob. "She brought a party back earlier and one woman wanted me for her own, anyway they all left a half hour ago" Bob looked at me, and said "You know it's a shame that you're not gay".

"Are you?" I asked, he said "No, but my boyfriend is" we both laughed, I felt relaxed with Bob, he was a Good guy.

Later on, Mistress Zoey came back, it looked like she'd had a good day, as she breezed in carrying two shopping bags I saw Bob roll his eyes to the ceiling as if to say "Not more bloody shoes?" I couldn't help having a smirk on my face, Mistress Zoey noticed it, and immediately jumped to the wrong conclusion "What are you grinning at Girl?" she barked, and looked at Bob "Have you been messing with her? " She asked Bob accusingly, Bob said "No we were just discussing shoes and I told her about your passion for them" "Don't keep her from working!" ordered Zoey and went upstairs as Me and Bob both breathed a sigh of relief, but not for long "Marcie, Come here!" she said, with some urgency, I ran after the sound of her voice, she said "You haven't made your bed, Do it now"

"Yes miss" I said.

"I have brought you some underwear today, would you like to see it?" she said.

"Certainly mistress" said I, not a little excited,

"Well after you have tidied up in here come down and Ill show it to you, seeing as you get on so well with my husband maybe we could do a fashion show"

It was at this point I got bored with my Gentle tormentor and said... "Fuck this, it's boring, I'm going home…I thought you were going to expose me in lingerie in public, against my will, But instead I find myself waiting around for you to get the idea while I clean your house and do the stuff that You should be doing, This is a scam, where's my clothes and my car keys?, I'm going home!"

The look of shock on Zoeys face was a picture at this point, "Never have I cured a girlieboy so fast and made him realise that he was a Man after all" "Oh!" exclaimed I, "I still have the wish to be dominated, in what way, I don't know, but it certainly isn't slavery" I continued, "When your friends were here that was fabulous, It was great that they didn't take the piss out of me, just accepted me as a maid, and gave me little tasks like pouring the wine and bending to tie my shoes properly" I batted my eyelashes, and said; "This, I love, I don't know why, standing here in front of a Dominant woman as a Man in a French maids outfit, a woman I only met yesterday who had the audacity to get me to pay to clean her house…" I gave a mocking laugh at myself "Hah! I must be mad!" Zoey just smiled "This is what it's about Marcie; I drive you mad enough to snap at me and throw off the girlie persona and grab me and take me here and now, It was true that I had been aroused by my sudden outburst and found mistress Zoey very Very attractive "But a rapist, I'm Not…You should have explained your Rape fantasy By email" I explained, "I could have printed out a copy for legal purposes and come and done you for free…" "Id never thought of that" she said, "You're a complicated woman" I replied as I ripped her Givenchy dress off as she stood to protest at my sudden lunge at her, she beat my chest, which was padded with the brassiere, as I dragged her to the floor I said "This should be interesting for you" I pulled at her knickers as she struggled, they came off as if they had been held on by Velcro and I tied her hands behind her back with them. She was either scared or acting scared, I wasn't concerned with this, all I thought was. I have nothing in writing and I hope I don't get into trouble for this as I penetrated her and she writhed in mock protest.

She wriggled about on the shag pile carpet using her stilettoed heels to gain grip and tried to pull away from me, Her head was six inches from the dresser but I grabbed her by the backs of the knees and pulled her back to me, deeper in to her, she whinged "Your in so Much trouble, I'm going to take you into town In frillies for this, I am, really, I mean it"… I had the most fantastic orgasm I had ever had, as she writhed about with hers she went purple as she had another one, "And now for my speciality" I announced as I dismounted and pressed her clitoris button casually twice with my finger, rubbing gently at first I began to pick up the pace and the pressure as she moaned and bit her bottom lip, I said "Have you been a naughty girl?" she, breathless with the mounting orgasm said "No erm, sir, miss, erm… I don't know... you decide" "well I think you have, spending all that Money on shoes must have cost a fortune, did you think I was Plotting with bob, earlier?" taking her mind off the orgasm and prolonging it,

"erm, well, yes" she gasped,

"I was," I said "and you're in a lot of trouble" she closed her eyes as the wave of the greatest multiple orgasm ever experienced anywhere on the planet ever made her convulse in absolute ecstasy and she shrieked "I Love you, I Love you, I Love You!!!" I just said "I know you do miss, I sensed it from the moment I met you".

I stopped off in a motorway service station on the way home; I must have had that sense of achievement about me because I got a vibe from the lady at the checkout while I approached with my meat and two veg in hand. (I thought that last bit hilariooius!) HEHEHEH….

  

  

  

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