Mistress Karin

by Constance Pennington Smythe

  The first item was a black corset. Karin purchased one that was very feminine, yet hideously restrictive. It was a size too small, on purpose, and heavily boned. Her primary goal was to create discomfort and to humiliate, but it also gave him a pleasing feminine shape and correct posture. It was almost as good as bondage, as it greatly restricted his movements. Even when kneeling, crawling or sitting it demanded a very correct, and uncomfortable, posture. Of course it was uncomfortable, she meant it to be. Whenever he wore it he suffered for her pleasure - and she enjoyed that.

  Using a paddle on his bare ass, and ordering him to, “Suck it in, suck it in,” she finally got it fastened. He also wore other foundation garments to amuse her. Sometimes she put him in a tight, long legged and boned panty girdle. This was useful when she plugged his ass; the tight garment was an excellent way to keep those objects firmly in place. Other times he wore an open panty girdle so she could view, and punish, his cock and balls. She also bought him garter belts and waist cinchers. He was going to be made to suffer in every wretched piece of female undergarment she could find or devise. Tonight though, it was the corset.

  Stockings were next. Karin debated; sheer or fishnet? She decided on a pair of black, seamed, fishnet stockings, and these were fastened to the garters on his corset. A few hours of a foot clad in a fishnet stocking in a spike heel can be very uncomfortable, even painful. By the end of the evening Steven would beg to relieve himself of this torment. Crawling to Karin on his hands and knees would be a treat for him, one she would probably deny.

  Next were the shoes. Karin’s feet were smaller than his, but in stockings, and with enough pushing and pinching he could wear them. Perfect! Breaking in a new pair of shoes, especially four or five inch stiletto heels, can be a pain, literally. That’s the beauty in having one’s own maid, someone to break in your shoes. This evening Karin chose a pair of black patent, sling back, five inch spike heels. These definitely needed breaking in. After some motivation with her riding crop he finally got them on.

  “Too tight?” she mocked.

  “Yes, Mistress,” he replied.

  Well, bad for him, good for me, his pain, my pleasure. Karin ordered him to walk around the room, following as he tottered around on the tall, spindly heels. She used her crop to emphasize comments and criticisms on his performance. “I want a dainty, sexy maid; take smaller steps, and put more hip movement into it.” He got better with practice

  Karin had actually designed a sexy black and white maid’s uniform for him, but decided against it for tonight. She intended that uniform for when he would serve and entertain her girlfriends, something he had yet to experience. No, for tonight a simple white lace apron would do. It was a long sheer apron that had shoulder straps, went to his knees and tied behind the waist in a big bow; very feminine, but not very practical. His cock and balls were clearly visible beneath the diaphanous fabric.

  She couldn’t help but notice how his cock had swollen and begun to drip that disgusting ooze. The erotic clothes, the pain, the humiliation all had a strong effect on him. Karin lifted up the apron to expose his manhood, wiped his cum off with her finger and held it to his lips. He opened his mouth, no longer having to be told, and sucked and licked her cum-soaked finger clean.

  Karin strictly controlled his sexual releases. Except for basic biological and hygiene functions he was not allowed to touch himself except at her direction. She supervised his masturbation and decided whether or not he would ejaculate. Unauthorized releases were met with severe punishment and discipline. She deliberately dressed in very sexy clothes as this greatly excited him, and teased his cock, nipples and ass relentlessly, warning him not to come and punishing him when he failed to obey. He had still not learned control. In all cases he was required to lick up and swallow his messes. Karin made him wear a condom so she could be sure to get it all. She enjoyed feeding it to him with a small silver spoon, putting it on a dildo and having him suck it off, or smearing it on a pair of wicked spike heels and watching him use his tongue to shine her shoes with it. She was becoming very creative, and cruel, but still he obeyed.

  “If you serve me well this weekend I may allow you to come,” she teased.

  “Thank you, Mistress.”

  There was still more dressing to do. Karin added black elbow-length gloves. Although maids didn’t usually wear such, they looked good with his black corset, stockings and heels.

  Jewelry was next. Thorough shopping expeditions to boutiques, thrift shops and bargain counters provided choice pieces. Karin searched exclusively for items that were painful, uncomfortable and humiliating. Tonight she selected a pair of earrings that were very long, heavy and, most important, very uncomfortable. She clipped them on his ears and noted with satisfaction how they hung heavily almost to his shoulders, and instructed him to move his head around so she could see how they moved. They swung heavily and noisily, pulling at his ear lobes. She’d used pliers on all his earrings to adjust them for a tight and painful fit. If they didn’t hurt now; in a few hours they would.

  Finally she pinched his nipples until they were hard and erect. When she had them just right Karin attached his nipple clamps. Throughout the evening she would tighten and loosen them. He was very susceptible to nipple torments and would not be able to control his passion, so she added a condom so as not to miss anything.

  Karin finally stood back to admire her work. What a slut he was! She felt sure he was in for a very uncomfortable evening.

  She ordered him to model for her and he did quarter turns, executing a small bob curtsey at each new position. “Excellent,” she beamed. “You’ve become quite the feminized, submissive slut in the last few weeks. You need a new name, Steven won’t do; and I can’t always call you slave, or bitch. Suzette! Yes, from now on you’ll be Suzette. Say it, say your new name.”

  “I’m Sissy Maid Suzette.”

  Karin sat in a chair and lit a cigarette. “Say it again, keep turning and keep saying your new name.”

  Steven, now Suzette’s, eyes filled with shame and the head dropped a bit in defeat. But s/he turned - and bobbed - and spoke: “I’m Sissy Maid Suzette, I’m Sissy Maid Suzette, I’m Sissy Maid Suzette.”

  Karin shook her head in amazement, Perfect, absolutely perfect.

  Three

  Karin began enlisting her cadre of wicked friends and acquaintances to assist with Suzette’s transformation. Trudi Schwarz became Suzette’s aerobics instructor and dance teacher. Suzette had regular dance and exercise sessions with Trudi and many of these were videotaped for Karin’s amusement.

  Trudi was originally from Germany, where she worked as an exotic dancer in some of the better erotic sex clubs in Hamburg. Now, in the United States, she owned and operated a small chain of women’s exercise salons cashing in on the latest “pole dancing” exercise craze. Trudi didn’t mind taking money from bored, cellulite conscious housewives in return for showing them how to “work it” on the pole. These female clientele with their fat checkbooks and husband’s credit cards were an improvement over those perverse and sleazy types with their wrinkled and greasy one-dollar bills. There had never been enough of the really big spenders to offset those losers looking for a cheap thrill. Some say that she was known to moonlight in some of the more extreme and perverse of erotic Euro offerings. At a finely toned, yet curvy five feet ten, with her blonde hair slicked back, one didn’t need much imagination to picture her in leather and latex and wielding a crop. Her latent cruel streak was certainly evident in her training of Suzette, or Karin would not have hired her.

  It was Karin’s plan to diet and exercise her submissive Suzette down to a pleasing feminine shape, finishing off the look with corset training, foundation wear and, if necessary, perhaps even hormones. For now, however, it was a strict regimen of diet, dance and exercise. And with Trudi, strict was strict.

  Trudi typically arrived in the early afternoon, after Suzette finished with Karin’s morning domestic needs and completed the usual list of chores for
that day. Suzette would be attired in whatever costume was required for the day’s lesson: a cute little spandex leotard for aerobic work or a slutty, stripper, pole dance outfit for ‘dance class.’

  Today’s session was erotic dance. Karin had designs of making an erotic dancer out of Suzette, someone to entertain Karin’s friends and lovers. There’s nothing like a bit of erotic dance to get a man all hot, sexy and hard mused Karin. She imagined the shame and embarrassment that would be felt by Suzette as she strutted and pranced in her little dance outfit while Karin and her boyfriend snuggled on the couch. Karin’s husband, now her slave and maid, would get her lover aroused and then watch as he and Karin walked arm-in-arm to the bedroom. Suzette would entertain them, clean up after them, and then change into her maid’s outfit to serve them later. A slut to turn them on and a maid to clean up after them, that’s how a good husband serves his wife’s lovers thought Karin.

  The costume that Karin selected that morning was a new one. It had a matching red top and bottom, both very skimpy and dripping with fringe. By the end of the day Trudi would have that fringe shaking in the most seductive manner. Black, thigh-high fishnets and long red gloves added to the erotic nature of the outfit. Of course Suzette had on her special ‘dance wig’, a long and heavy mane of dirty blonde tresses that she would swing and shake. All dance sessions were performed in six-inch heels, and today’s footwear sported a clear heel with a two inch platform and red beaded accents to complement the red top and bottom. Trashy, dangly earrings and a wrist full of sparkly faux diamond bracelets completed the accessories. Suzette’s make up was extreme, as befitted a partially clothed erotic dancer.

  Suzette wore a light robe over her outfit and answered the door exactly at 1:00 when Trudi, ever the precise and methodical German, breezed through the door, ignoring the hapless Suzette. The dance and exercise sessions were one of the few times that Karin’s ‘stoop low so you are never taller than any woman’ rule was not enforced. It was, after all, dance and they were working on posture. Still, even in her six-inch heels Suzette was shorter than Trudi, who usually wore high-heeled boots and loomed over the hapless Suzette.

  Trudi reached into a nearby umbrella stand and retrieved a thin rattan cane. She walked to Suzette and delivered a blow to Suzette’s ass, the flimsy robe offering no protection against the vicious reed.

  “Remove the robe. Schnell!” Trudi demanded, threatening another blow with the cane.

  Suzette quickly let the robe fall from her shoulders and hung it on a nearby hook. Schnell, fast she thought resignedly. Sure, I’m learning German words and phrases but this is a lousy way to become bilingual.

  With no further discussion Trudi turned on her heel and walked to the basement, Suzette precariously mincing behind. Karin was turning part of the basement into a cozy night club environment that would accommodate several couples - and one cute barmaid, cocktail waitress and erotic dancer. Trudi’s friends built a small dance stage complete with a pole and mirrored back walls. There was a small wooden dance floor in front of the stage. Karin was having great fun decorating and selecting various carpets, love seats and small tables. The seating arrangement could easily be turned to face the large, flat panel TV on the rear wall. Karin had plans of hosting football parties and other such sporting events. She was even designing a sexy little cheerleader outfit for Suzette. At half time Suzette could get up on her stage and dance for Karin’s guests and friends, a little half-time entertainment. Then it would be back to serving drinks and snacks and giving foot rubs and pedicures to the women. And for the men…well…Karin was working on that one as well; what better way to celebrate when your team scores but to ‘score’ yourself!

  Trudi relaxed in one of the chairs and idly tapped the cane against her leg. “Let me see your walk. Have you been practicing?”

  “Yes Miss Trudi.” Suzette walked across the dance floor, trying to remember all the instructions from the last lesson and execute her drill flawlessly.

  Trudi watched in steely silence, her gray-green eyes taking in every detail of Suzette’s performance. She continued to watch as Suzette made five trips up and back across the small wooden dance floor. The only sounds were the clicking of Suzette’s stiletto heels on the wooden dance floor, punctuated by the occasional ‘whap’ of the cane as Trudi idly slapped it against her boot.

  Finally, Trudi had seen enough and rose to confront Suzette. “Liebchen, we went over this already. It’s supposed to be erotic, sensual, seductive. You walk like you are delivering the morning milk or carrying groceries.” Trudi lashed out with the cane, leaving a thin, red welt at the top of Suzette’s thighs, just below her bottom.

  Suzette stood still, hands at her sides, trying to concentrate on Trudi’s instructions. She had to get this right because pissing off this Euro-bitch would unleash a Teutonic tirade of Wagnerian proportions.

  Trudi went to the back of the dance floor and turned to face Suzette. “Watch me Liebchen.” Trudi slowly walked forward. She prowled, like a dangerous jungle cat. Her hips rolled, her eyes locked on Suzette’s.

  Suzette was mesmerized by Trudi’s sensual gait and seductive gaze.

  “Remember Liebchen, walk slowly, step out, forward with one foot and slowly drag the rear foot forward, step-drag, step-drag.”

  “Yes, Miss Trudi,” gasped Suzette. For a second Suzette had a fleeting memory of a gentlemen’s club, drinking with the guys, slipping dollar bills into the stockings of dancers. It all seemed so long ago, so foreign now.

  Trudi stopped before Suzette and looked down at her. “As a maid, you should avoid eye contact. But as a dancer you need to look at your audience, get them involved, bring them into your dance. Use your arms and hands to draw them close to you.” Trudi executed ‘come hither’ snake-like movements with her arms.

  Suzette was beginning to understand, but could she really do this? Could she really be the seductive little tramp to excite Mistress Karin and her lover while they sat on the couch and enjoyed the show?

  “As you walk, exaggerate your hip movements,” Trudi said. She walked and rolled her hips ,and then stopped to face Suzette. She could see the maid was slightly flushed and breathing a little faster. Trudi smiled, Yes I still ‘have it’ if I can make a little, feminized, submissive, sissy maid pant with desire. Now if I can only teach this little slut to do that to Mistress Karin’s lovers then I will have earned my money.

  “Try again,” Trudi said, “remember, posture, be confident, you are sexy, you are desirable, bring the audience into your dance.” Trudi turned and went to the console at the side of the sofa, dimmed the lights and turned on the music. “Do it,” she commanded. “Walk for me, make me hot.”

  Trudi’s dominant presence, sexy demonstration and dirty talk had excited Suzette, and she backed up to the edge of the dance floor to begin her sexy walk. It was better this time, with the lights low and the music.

  “Again!” Trudi ordered.

  Suzette spent the next twenty minutes walking back and forth. Trudi made comments and corrections, but the sexy parade never stopped. After twenty minutes Suzette’s legs and calves ached from the postured movement.

  Finally Trudi reached over, shut off the music and turned up the lights. She smiled; Karin was going to be pleased. “Much better, much better, now we do floor work.”

  Four

  As soon as the doorbell rang she quickly stopped what she was doing and rushed to the door. Suzette would be punished for tardiness if a guest had to ring twice. Mistress Karin did not like for her guests or visitors to be kept waiting.

  Unfortunately, rushing to the door was not so easy. The maid’s day uniform required the wearing of five inch stiletto heels and Suzette had been rigorously trained to take small, dainty, heel-toe steps. Complicating the matter was the visitor’s impatience, after a short pause following the first ring the visitor rang two more times in quick succession. Though punishment was now assured, Suzette quickened her pace, knowing a fourth ring would make it worse. The quicker
pace on the tottering heels drove the tightly-strapped anal plug deeper into her ass with each mincing step.

  Suzette reached the door before the fourth ring and took a quick second to straighten her maid’s dress and apron before opening the door. She recognized Mistress Karin’s visitor as Sheila Remington. Suzette curtsied daintily and greeted the visitor. “Good morning Ms. Remington.”

  Sheila Remington was an attractive woman in her mid-40s, with a woman’s voluptuous curves. Her auburn hair was elegantly coiffed and her makeup impeccably applied. She wore a stylish, skirted suit that was well fitted for her figure. Expensive pumps with four inch heels adorned her feet. She slowly removed her kid leather gloves and eyed the maid before her.

  Suzette was of average build and at five-foot seven in five inch heels should have towered over Mistress Remington. But Suzette had been trained, even when wearing the highest of heels, to crouch and stoop so as to be shorter than the ladies she served. Mistress Remington gazed down at the frilly, feminine thing before her.

  Suzette wore a knee-length black satin maid’s dress. White petticoats filled it out and nicely accented the white lace apron and lace accents on the dress. Wrist-length lace gloves, a satin neck choker and a white lace maid’s cap completed the outfit. Her legs were encased in black seamed stockings and her feet crammed into black patent stiletto heels with pointed toes. She remained silent, crouching, hands folded demurely in front, awaiting the next command.

  Mistress Remington circled the maid, her stylish pumps clicking on the foyer tile floor. She touched the maid’s waist. “I see your Mistress has corseted you. Do you like it?”