Chapter 12
Rob rose early on Monday despite Michelle's instructions, stole out to the street in the dark and retrieved the newspaper.
The smell of fresh coffee awoke Michelle right after she'd shut off her alarm.
"Careful," Rob warned her. She sat upright. Rob helped her put an extra pillow behind her back. He put a tray with a boiled egg, toast and the delicious smelling coffee over her lap. She'd forgotten her breakfast-in-bed tray, with its legs, but somehow he'd found it. God, he'd make such a nice live-in servant! Or a good husband, nicely domesticated. Rob opened the curtains, pale sunlight brightened the room.
She almost laughed when she saw what he was wearing. Rob wasn't wearing a maid's dress, he was wearing a fetish impression of a French chambermaid dress, the one from the engagement party. The heels were too high, inches of a white petticoat showing under the too-short skirt of the black satin dress, the sheer, white puffed sleeves exaggerated. He even had a black and white satin ribbon in his hair. He turned around, the seams on his stockings were perfectly straight, from the middle of his high heels, up to disappear under his petticoats.
"Rob, please turn your back to me and bend down."
He bowed. She saw black satin panties, white lace ruffles across his bottom.
"If you were nearer, I'd have slapped your behind. Hm! I'd like to pinch that bum."
Rob saw her amusement and smiled as well. "I didn't like this uniform when Helena first gave it to me. But the women loved me in it and I grew to like it as well. It's sexy and it's sensuous to wear. On the other hand, it makes me look ridiculous, its embarrassing as well as enjoyable. I always have second thoughts about wearing it."
"Of course, dear. But you can be proud of yourself. You made me a fine breakfast." She cracked her egg open and began to eat. "I appreciate you taking some initiative to please me, you've scored points."
"That was not my intent."
"But I refuse to hear you speak of embarrassment. You shouldn't be embarrassed, there's no reason. It's all in the game. When you show yourself dressed like this to others, nobody will look at you askance."
Her comment was met with silence as he moved about the room, fiddling, in an obvious effort to ignore her.
"What?"
His answer was serious. "I will never be seen like this, except to a few, intimate friends. Lovers, in private."
"Oh? And how were you planning to dress when we go to a large meeting, with a lot of people who are just the same as you. You cannot enter the place in your normal, everyday wear."
She saw his face darken. Socializing while crossdressed was an option Rob preferred to not consider, the very thought of it made him anxious. Michelle was losing credibility and therefore trust by speaking of it so often. Helena and Cathy had both taken him out walking in a dress; both of the experiences were terrifying. The engagement party's enormous humiliation had hardened his opposition to the idea. He was against making another try, especially not with other people around, even if they were in the club for similar purposes. He recognized these thoughts were making him angry, but decided he didn't mind her seeing the anger on his face.
"The solution is I will not go to a meeting, not a large one, not even a small one, thank you very much. You didn't see how embarrassed I was at the engagement party, a lot of women I didn't know focused on me as I was ordered to strip. I hated it. No, I am not in the least interested. Helena herself showed me."
As she sipped her coffee, Michelle gave him the plan of the day. "I told you I'd be going to the office. The session starts at one o'clock with you in the black waiting room, ready for me; this time completely naked. I'll be back around one, could be a bit later. Here is something to think on this morning: it will be a tough afternoon for you. Last night I was the fun mistress, this afternoon I shall be the cruel Mistress. You haven't yet seen that side of me well enough. You may make use of your safe word, don't hesitate to use it when you can't stand it any more. I do, however, expect you to use it only if you truly can't take it. It will just be pain, no humiliation. I shall test your stamina this afternoon."
She said this, knowing the fear of pain, the anticipation, was usually worse than the experience. She wanted to give him hours to get into the proper frame of mind. The agony would be nearly over by the time she opened the door to summon him. She tried not to smile, still a slight curl appeared on her lips without her realizing it.
Rob saw her smile and read it differently. To him it was a cruel smile, a signal she anticipated his pain, she would take pleasure in giving him this pain. He wasn't too happy about what was ahead for him this afternoon.
"Yes, Mistress. What do you expect from me in the meantime?"
"You'll be pressed for time to make dinner for us after the session, prepare in advance. Use your imagination. Keep it simple. You can shop at the grocery store, a five minute walk just down this street, for anything needed. Of course, you must shop as you are!" She gestured with her hand to dismiss him. "See you later."
Since she expected him to be naked in the afternoon, he didn't change out of the frilly, over-the-top maids costume. At least he could enjoy it for the morning. When it was time, he would undress.
He went down to look in the kitchen, figuring out what he could serve.
Michelle looked in on him. "I could sure use a man like you around the house. I'll ask Helena if she could lend you to me occasionally." She was serious, Rob could see.
"The next time Helena loans me out I will likely not return to her."
"Pity. We could have such fun."
He simply tilted his head, staying silent.
"So far you've studiously avoided giving me the fun which is rightly mine in this kind of situation. You'd have enjoyed it too."
"Not negotiable."
"Okay, up to you. Well, I'm off, see you at one."
Rob decided the ingredients for a salade Nicoise were at hand. It was more of a summer meal, but the day was warmer than the weekend had been. He put a potato in to boil for the salad, then started making a pudding of chocolate custard over cake.
When everything was prepared and chilling, he went to polish the dining table. It felt therapeutic, giving him time to let his mind wander. As he polished, he remembered the previous evening's live sex show.
Five minutes before one, he dropped his clothes on his bed and, naked, went to the black door in the basement. Before one, he was kneeling in the prescribed position.
Enough time passed that he lost count. There was no heating where he waited, he was starting to feel chilled. It reminded him of a cold night chained to a heating pipe, which didn't improve his attitude. He was about to rise and leave, certain more than twenty minutes had passed and likely more than forty, when he heard the clicking of her heels on the stair.
He was ill tempered by the time she opened the door, he spoke with no thought. "I am cold, Mistress, very cold. You said one o'clock, I've been waiting since before the appointed time."
"That is my decision, not yours. Consider the possibility I did it on purpose. You still have much to learn, don't you? You earned yourself 12 strokes with the cane."
"Black!" Rob turned and went back through to the white door. Fuming, he shut the door behind him with a loud bang.
Second later, Michelle opened the door. "Rob, I am sorry. There was an unexpected interruption just as as I trying to leave. I thought of phoning, but I thought you'd already be down here. Rob, I am truly sorry. I keep forgetting you aren't a submissive. I don't like doing things to anyone through negligence, especially not to you."
"Michelle, I apologize for being sharp, it was the cold me talking, I knew I was wrong even as I spoke. I'm still cold, but if you want to begin your session, we can."
"Come back to the dungeon. Today's plan was to warm you in any event. I shall use the cane on you, but not for being impertinent. I will bring you to a new level of play, but not because I'm angry. I had planned this event so long, you're ready for it, let's just do it."
Michelle waited for him to turn and step through the black door, then led the way into the dungeon. Rob admired her from behind, he was so angry when he first saw her he didn't even notice what she was wearing for him, an open cup bustier, a suspender belt with the inevitable stockings attached, disappearing under short-shorts. She wore a military-style cap, also in black and black, PVC gloves up to her elbows.
She gestured to a chair, then pointed to the floor before her. He fetched the chair and seated her. She made a motion with her hand, he knew he was to lay across her lap, hands on the floor. She started spanking him in a steady rhythm, one buttock, then the other, changing hands. He had learned she probably could do this indefinitely. When his bum started to glow she used more force. Rob moaned a bit, but he didn't give any further sign of distress. Finally she thought he had enough warming up and she noticed he had lost his composure enough he was getting hard. "Stand. To the whipping bench."
Rob walked to the bench and awaited further orders. He was afraid, yes, he knew this afternoon she intended to push him, apparently further than Marion and Helena had ever done. This was the dreaded session, the one she had told him to expect. He knew, if he could endure it, they would look at him with different eyes. The downside of it was they would feel they could treat him more cruelly. He could always say 'no', Michelle herself had told him so. He also doubted Helena would ever mistreat him, st least not intentionally. He was still worried about Helena hurting him too much by forgetting herself.
For now, he would play along with their game.
"Face down, legs together and arms forward." He lay down, making sure his dick had some room to grow below his belly. He was aware her spanking had lasted long enough, been effective enough, he had forgotten to work at avoiding an erection. The spanking had aroused him and the pressure of his hardening dick against Michelle's warm, nylon clad legs had stimulated him even more. He had more work to do.
Michelle set about securing him to the bench. She knew she would be treating him harshly. She planned to test his pain tolerance to a level he had likely not yet experienced. She'd discussed this session in great detail with Helena and Marion. They'd agreed, Michelle would try to bring him into sub-space, a level he had never been to before. She would build up the tension, stress level and pain, but would never go too far.
"Rob, I must tell you something. You know I've been taking you beyond most of your previous experience. I understand you haven't been into sub-space before. This afternoon I intend to achieve a change. I've agreed with Helena I may give you an orgasm, you might even earn more than one, if you behave. But this is only if I decide you deserve a climax."
He could only look a bit forward, but not upwards. He didn't know the expression on her face as she walked around him. She would finally do what she was the best at: bringing pain with almost no traces afterwards. Of course, tomorrow he might have some bruises, but they would be gone very soon.
That was what he hoped would happen at her hands.
"Be brave, please don't use your safe word unless you really can't take anymore. When you have endured my test without making use of your safe word, then I'll give you your well deserved climax, but only then. Should you have another kind of issue, like a cramp, use 'white' instead of 'black'. Using your safe word will be the end of the test. Understood? And do we have a deal?"
"Yes."
"Yes?"
"Yes -- Mistress, I'll try to not use 'black.'" He didn't want to agree to an orgasm.
"Thank you. You must follow the etiquette I deserve. Remember you're a guest in my dungeon and mind your manners."
If he managed to get through this session successfully, she hoped, he might stop resisting the submission she sought. But if she was unsuccessful, he might flee. She had to be careful. Some men, often the ones she liked, could be difficult to convince.
"Let us begin." She took a small paddle from the trolley and used it on his buttocks. At first she didn't use much force, but when his bum began to glow again and she caressed it and felt the skin getting rougher, she used more force. Rob didn't respond to the first strikes, but when she used more force, he began to make small grunts.
The blows she dealt were given with care, she wanted to hit all the flesh on his bum and the below to the top of his thighs, where it hurt more. His thighs were not spared as well, luckily for him his legs were bound together. She couldn't reach his inner thighs, but she knew it would not be necessary. He would still get his surprise.
