The Bridge Night

"What do you think of my new dress Karen?" she cooed, batting her eyelids and smoothing down the dress in a teasing sort of way.

I glanced fleetingly and immediately averted my gaze. "It's very nice Miss Sandra," I replied trying to sound nonplussed.

"Very nice? Is that all you have to say? Come on Karen, have a better look. Jennifer tells me you like pearl necklaces, what do you think of mine?"

I had another look, this time a fraction longer. I do have a thing about pearl necklaces, a little fetish that now Sandra knows about too.

"The necklace is beautiful Miss Sandra and with that dress it looks wonderful."

"Thank you Karen, but make sure you keep your eyes down now, I don't want to have to tell Jennifer you have been ogling now, do I?" she taunted playfully.

"Of course not Miss Sandra." I responded, becoming a little anxious to think where this exchange could lead. Oh how Sandra kept me on edge! First she asked me to look at her and then she warned me not to ogle her! Sometimes I felt it was impossible to do the right thing when she was around! I quickly presented her with her glass of wine and bowed my head, keeping my eyes focused on the floor praying she'd dismiss me quickly.

"Now be a darling and fetch that magazine over there for me," said Sandra casually pointing a polished nail toward a pile of magazines. I was getting flustered now and wanted to escape but knew that I had to comply with her wishes. I quickly grabbed a fashion magazine from the shelf and presented it as graciously as I could under the circumstances. Sandra lay back in the lounge chair looking very content and pleased with herself but making no move to take the magazine from me. I waited patiently knowing that she was deliberately trying to torment me and I knew she enjoyed making me squirm. Finally she took the magazine, and threw back her head and laughed. I sensed I would be in for a testing evening.

"That'll be all Karen darling. You can run along now..."

Phew! I thought to myself as I hastily left the room. I 'd lost a bit of time now so ran quickly to check on the lamb and put the vegetables on. I realised I still had quite a bit of time up my sleeve to get ready myself, luckily, so headed for the laundry to carefully press my freshly laundered 'Alice' maid's uniform.

I was really on edge. I had to dress perfectly, be on my absolute best behaviour and have a lot of luck on my side to earn that most desired release. I went through my ritual of dressing with great care and precision. After my shower I sat at my dressing table to put on my makeup remembering that Mistress had instructed me to apply a little more than usual for this evening's dinner and bridge party. I applied the foundation carefully making sure I blended it perfectly, just as I had learned at beauty school. I brushed a subtle hint of blue eyeshadow across my eyelids, then carefully painted a thin black outline of my eye with liner, a job which I still found a little tricky. Mastering the eyeliner had taken quite a bit of practise recently, so I was very relieved when I looked in the mirror and saw that I had not done too bad a job now. I brushed my lashes with a pale blue mascara that matched 'Alice', and lastly put on my red lipstick. I was so careful to do it properly and when I looked in the mirror for a final appraisal I was really pleased with the result.

Makeup done, it was time to get dressed. I started with a black lacy suspender belt and after donning my white gloves ever so carefully rolled a silky black seamed stocking up each leg, checking to make sure my toes were in the perfect position and the seams vertical. I slid my black panties over my stockinged legs and fastened a black bra into position before finally slipping into my precious 'Alice'. As I zipped it up and made some final adjustments I felt a wave of submissive bliss overcome me. I took a moment to gaze at my reflection in the mirror before putting on my favourite red bob wig, and gave it a thorough brushing once it was in position. Lastly, I clipped on a pair of elegant pearl earrings which looked absolutely lovely, even if I do say so myself! Wearing earrings was a special treat that Mistress had allowed just for this evening. One final check in the mirror to make sure all was as it should be and satisfied with the results, I returned to the kitchen. I was sure Mistress would be pleased and find no reason to smack tonight!

Mistress was in the lounge with Sandra when I finished dressing and called for a mineral water and a top up of Sandra's wine. I brought the drinks in and was immediately taken aback at how beautiful my Mistress appeared. Tonight her glorious golden red hair hung loose over an elegant emerald green strapless evening dress that had a long slit up one side offering a glimpse of her perfect black stockinged leg. She was wearing black and emerald open toed shoes with a stilletto heel and looked absolutely divine.

"OK Karen, lets have a good look at you, it's inspection time before Jacqueline and Katerina arrive," said Mistress as I served the drinks. I put down the tray and stood at attention.

"Hands out."

Mistress inspected my nails.

"Turn."

I turned around so she could see me from behind.

"Hmmm, looks OK to me Karen, what do you think Sandra?"

I breathed a sigh of relief; I had passed Mistress's inspection.

"I don't think her eyeliner is perfectly symmetrical Jennifer."

"Let me have another look," said Mistress. She stood up, right in front of me, inspecting my make up.

"You are right Sandra, well spotted. The eyeliner on your left eye needs to be extended another couple of millimetres Karen, just towards the nose. Now go fix it and hurry back here with the hairbrush. And since Sandra spotted it you can ask her to give you the punishment Karen. When I say perfect, I mean perfect Karen."

Oh that Sandra! A couple of millimetres! How could she tell? I was aghast. And what made it worse was that I'd taken such pains to get it perfect and now she was saying it wasn't symmetrical! And to top it off, now I had to ask her most humbly to punish me for it! I burned inside but dared not let my tantrum surface. I took a deep breath...

"Thank you for spotting my mistake Miss Sandra, would you be kind enough to deliver my punishment to help me learn to do a better job next time?" I asked in my best sissy lisp.

"What is the usual punishment for such an infraction Jennifer?" enquired Sandra casually.

"Normally 12 strokes of the hairbrush, but on this occasion Sandra I'm going to say 24 due to the fact that Karen was warned to make sure her makeup was absolutely perfect tonight, and it is not!" replied Mistress in a matter-of-fact tone of voice.

"Oh dear...Well because you are my favourite sissy Karen, I will do it just for you, but be quick with that hairbrush." There was a definite smirk on Sandra's face as I thanked her and curtsied before turning to leave the room. As I scurried off to fix my eyeliner and retrieve the hairbrush I heard Sandra and Mistress have a good laugh But what stopped me in my tracks was what I heard next. "She's such a case Jennifer, you must let me have her over for a weekend one of these days, I could have so much fun with her."

"One day Sandra, I'm sure that can be arranged." replied Mistress. I was incredulous. Surely she wouldn't....

I faced the mirror and really had to look hard to see which eye Karen was talking about. I knew she said the left but the flaw was so tiny that I almost decided not to touch it. Sometimes I wondered why Mistress likes Sandra so much, she has quite a nasty streak in her, though I must admit, it seemed to be directed towards me only! I added a fraction more eyeliner, returned with the hairbrush and presented it to Sandra on upturned hands and stood with head bowed.

"That looks better Karen," said Sandra lifting my chin up with a finger to examine my make up. "Right! Panties down and bend over to take hold of your ankles."

I did as I was told and Mistress lifted my dress up to expose my buttocks. Sandra gave me 6 good hard whacks on each cheek causing me to yelp. I counted the strokes aloud and thanked her for each one but had a hard time balancing in my heels in that position. The hairbrush stung like mad especially taking a punishment bent over like that. While Sandra had a strong arm I counted myself lucky it was not Mistress delivering the whacks. While Sandra's whacks surely hurt, I knew if Mistress had delivered them I could very well be in tears by now.

The next 6 strokes came as a shock and surely did bring tears to my eyes. Sandra was bringing the strokes down with a flick of the wrist as the brush hit the skin, but worse, she was bringing down the strokes in exactly the same spot on my left cheek! I couldn't help jumping and yelping at the pain but it didn't seem to stop Sandra. Finally the first set of the second 6 were over and she began the final 6.

SMACK!

"OWWW! I yelled and jumped upright.

"Get back into position this instant Karen and do not move again or we shall start all over again from stroke one!" warned Mistress. She sounded annoyed so I gingerly bent over again and grasped my ankles, squeezing my eyes tight shut in anticipation.

No sooner than I had bent over the next 5 strokes were delivered in quick succession, all in the one spot on the other cheek! Inside I was desperate to howl out loud and clutch my burning cheeks but I remained very still, holding on tight to my ankles.

"Right Karen, stand up and pull those knickers up, said Mistress. "Take the brush back to your room and return to the kitchen, Miss Jacqueline and Miss Katerina should be here very soon."

"Yes Mistress," I replied obediently and exited quickly before Sandra concocted a reason for another spanking.

"And don't dare rub that bottom Karen!"

It wasn't long before the doorbell rang and I opened the front door to find Jacqueline and Katerina standing waiting. They too had dressed up for the card night and looked a picture. Jacqueline was wearing a peacock blue strapless dress with a heart shaped bust adorned with sequins. I couldn't help noticing that the dress displayed her ample cleavage very provocatively. Her glorious black hair was pulled back from her face and piled up high and I noticed straight away a necklace of pearls around her neck, highlighting her cleavage even more so. Sandra had mentioned that Mistress had told them I like pearls and now Jacqueline was wearing them too. I was getting suspicious of a plot here. Katerina was wearing a yellow and purple spotted dress with spaghetti straps and gathered bust which drew the eye like a magnet. The dress was gorgeous. Katerina was a slender woman with a trim figure as well as an ample bosom. Tonight her short blonde hair was gelled back in a flattering style accentuating her Nordic beauty. She too was dressed provocatively and I began to feel quite nervous. There was definitely folly afoot...

"Good evening Miss Jacqueline, good evening Miss Katerina, please come in," I said as graciously as I could, giving each lady my best curtsey.

"Oh Karen, you look a treat in that uniform! It makes you look most efficient," said Jacqueline.

"I'm sure we'll have a chance to assess that efficiency won't we Karen? It's just as important to be efficient as well as look efficient Karen," piped Katerina.

"Yes Miss Katerina; may I take your handbags and then take you through to the lounge room? Mistress and Miss Sandra are having drinks in the lounge. May I get you both something to drink?"

"I'll have a lemon lime and bitters Karen," piped Jacqueline.

"Same here, said Katerina. I don't want to give that Mistress of yours an advantage in our card game by drinking too much too early now!" They seemed to be in good spirits, thank goodness and chatted happily after I took their bags and led them into the lounge room to announce their arrival. Once in the company of Sandra and Mistress I slipped out quietly to pour the drinks while the ladies exchanged happy greetings.

"Ah, here's Karen back with your drinks ladies, said Mistress. "Good timing Karen," She turned to me. "You can serve the antipasto now that everyone's here thank you Karen."

"Yes Mistress." I curtsied before I left the room and promptly returned with the tray of antipasto. As Mistress had instructed, I served the ladies individually as they sat laughing and chatting, making sure each had a fresh serviette for each little dish or dip. I was on edge at the thought of remaining in the room with all four ladies at once but relaxed a little when I began to realise that no-one seemed to be interested in me. After about half an hour of waiting on the ladies, mercifully I was allowed to return to the kitchen in order to prepare the main course. Another hurdle out of the way! As I took the lamb out of the oven I could see it was cooked to perfection, offering a silent prayer of thanks to the powers that be for not letting anything go wrong with the dinner. I strained the broccoli which had been left steaming on a low heat while I was serving the ladies and very fortunately, it had not turned to mush. There would have been another punishment for sure if I'd have left the broccoli to go soggy! Thankfully it was time to announce dinner.

The ladies were in high spirits when I returned to the loungeroom and it took a moment for Mistress to acknowledge me as I stood waiting for Her attention.

"Yes Karen?" enquired Mistress after a few minutes.

"Dinner is ready to be served whenever you are ready Mistress."

"Thank you Karen, we'll be right in." She stared at me for a few seconds silently ordering me to run ahead to the dining room, to be ready to pull out chairs for each of the ladies when they came through. I scurried off and waited in the dining room. After a few minutes I heard the ladies' chatter heading toward me and I stood ready to seat the first as she entered. It was Miss Sandra. She was grinning at me with that mischievous look on her face that I knew so well, never taking her eyes off me until she turned to be seated. On no, I thought. What on earth is she concocting?

"Karen! Pay attention and pull Miss Jacqueline's chair out for her!" I heard Mistress snap, shocking me back to the present moment. The thought of feminine subterfuge behind that grin had distracted me and I hurried around to the other side of the table to seat Miss Jacqueline. Once the ladies were all seated I filled their glasses with red wine and excused myself to serve the meal. After carving the meat I arranged the food on each plate as artistically as I could. I was anxious to make a good impression and hoped that the sight of the meal may distract Miss Sandra from any ideas of torment she may be brewing.

Serving the meal was a nerve wracking ordeal and I did so with a sense of doom. It seemed every time I glanced at Sandra, she was grinning at me, which was enough to unnerve me dreadfully. Finally when the ladies were served their meals and wine glasses topped up, I was able to retreat back to the safety of the kitchen to begin preparing the dessert. From the kitchen I could hear their happy chatter and was quite chuffed when they all remarked how good the meal was. Another hurdle negotiated without incident and I was momentarily relieved. My nerves were almost at breaking point with the thought of anything going wrong that could possibly jeopardise my chances of release. Being in close physical proximity to any one of Mistress's three guests meant running the gauntlet and tempting fate as far as that subject was concerned. As a result I sincerely dreaded each moment that I was required to be in the same room as the ladies for any reason.

Later as I was clearing plates from the table the conversation turned to the card game. "Why don't we make the game a little more interesting with a little wager?" asked Jacqueline.

"What were you thinking of Jack?" replied Mistress.

"Katerina and I would like to offer you a weekend at our beach house in Port Douglas if we lose, and of course you could take Karen with you."

"That sounds like a good idea," replied Mistress.

"I love it up there," said Sandra. "Splendid idea!"

"But what if we lose?" asked Mistress.

"We were thinking that you could give us Karen for the weekend when we next go to the beach house," replied Katerina.

"Sounds good to me. It’s a deal!" said Mistress.

I was horrified and nearly dropped the tray of plates I was carrying when I heard Mistress agree to Miss Katerina's suggestion.

"Be careful please Karen, if you drop those plates I'll take a switch to your backside! They were my Grandmother's. Now hurry along and clear the table for dessert!" ordered Mistress.

"Yes of course, I'm so sorry Mistress, a-a plate slipped from my fingers, but it didn't break...."

So now which ever way the game went I would have a weekend in the company of at least one, if not two ladies who took great pleasure in tormenting me and getting me into trouble! I wasn't sure which was the lesser of the two evils, because in many ways Sandra was actually worse than the other two put together! The only question now was which two would it be? I ferried the tray of plates into the kitchen and stood momentarily contemplating my fate. At least one consolation was that it if it was Mistress and Sandra who won, we would not be able to go for a few weeks yet due to Mistress's up and coming schedule. "Karen, come in here please," I heard Mistress call to me.

"Good news Karen, you are having a weekend away! We've decided that if Miss Sandra and I win the bridge game tonight we will be spending a weekend in absolute luxury at Miss Jacqueline's gorgeous beach house and you will be fortunate enough to come with us. You'll have the privilege of serving Miss Sandra and I for the time we are there. Now, if Miss Jacqueline and Miss Katerina win you will go with them for the weekend and have the privilege of serving both ladies for the entire weekend. Isn't that splendid? I think you should show Miss Jacqueline some gratitude Karen because whatever happens you are going to be fortunate enough to spend a glorious weekend at a magnificent beach house in Port Douglas!" Mistress finished delivering the 'good news' and kept her gaze on me while I struggled to find the words I knew She was expecting to hear.

I realised it would certainly be no holiday for me whatever way it went and knew that having a sissy maid was a novelty for Miss Jacqueline and that she would certainly put me through my paces. I was filled with dread but dared not show it. I turned to face Miss Jacqueline and curtsied before her, catching another glimpse of her cleavage. She seemed to push her chest out when I faced her. Was she deliberately teasing me?

"Thank you Miss Jacqueline, that's so kind of you," I meekly replied.

"May the best team win!" laughed Jacqueline as she raised her glass for all to toast the upcoming winner. "You can bring dessert Karen," said Mistress and I quickly cleared the table of condiments and scurried from the room to bring back the dessert .

"I was just telling Jack and Katerina about our tennis match today and how good a ball girl you are Karen," said Sandra casually as I served her dessert. I blushed with embarrassment as I recalled the humiliation of the experience earlier that day. I'd almost forgotten about it.

"We were thinking of making it a regular Saturday afternoon event, playing doubles with Jack and Katerina, imagine the fun you would have being ball girl for all four of us Karen!" she taunted. With that all the ladies had a good laugh and I felt the blush suddenly return to burn my cheeks again.The frightening thought of being the regular Saturday afternoon ballgirl for the four ladies filled me with absolute fright. I couldn't help imagining myself lined up against the court wire being fired upon by all four ladies and shuddered involuntarily.

"I'd want to make sure we play at the same time as those girls from the convent school," chirped Sandra which caused another round of laughter from the others. The disappointment and concern obviously showed on my face.

"Come now Karen, don't look so sad, it is such good exercise for you, we do these things for your own good, don't you realise that?" Sandra's tone was sarcastic as well as condescending and it was said with a very sadistic grin on her face.

"Yes Miss Sandra, I am very grateful; it will be an honour to be your ball girl." I replied, nearly in tears as I realised she was not actually joking about this being a regular Saturday event. I struggled to make amends before getting into trouble for being a sook.

Again more laughter ensued. As I passed Katerina she lifted my dress and pinched me hard on the bottom and I gave out a squeal.

"Karen, whatever was that for!" said Mistress in a stern voice. Apologise at once to my guests for that ridiculous outburst!" Mistress hadn't seen Katerina pinch my bottom. The three ladies were such a group of tormentors and I could see by their grins that they loved the sport they were having with me. Until now, the night had progressed without incident but it appeared their attention was unfortunately turning to me. I apologised to each lady in turn giving each my best curtsey, then excused myself before retreating to the safety of the kitchen to make a start on the dishes. Before long I was summoned back to the dining room.

"Now Karen, I have been telling the ladies about your time at beauty school and how you desperately need some more practice. The ladies have all kindly agreed to let you give them a foot massage while the card game is on. It is very kind of them and you may thank them."

I was aghast. Surely not... I gasped and swallowed hard. Surely Mistress had to know that She was delivering me right into the lioness's den? I couldn't speak such was the sinking feeling in my stomach at the thought of affording each lady in turn the opportunity to crush my chances of release later that evening! But I knew I was in for bigger trouble if I didn't do as I was told immediately. I turned to thank each lady for their kindness in allowing me such an opportunity, finishing each expression of thanks with another polite curtsey. Sandra was really enjoying my discomfort and could not help broadcast it all over her face. Jacqueline once again pushed her breasts forward, this time sensually running her hand over her cleavage in a most alluring way. Katerina gave a very haughty look and crossed her legs in front of me almost kicking 'little clitty' with the point of her shoe. She gave me a perfect view of her legs. They were deliberately teasing me; and I was beginning to feel certain that they had all agreed to dress so provocatively for the sole purpose of testing me!

"How long since 'little clitty' has had a release Karen?" mocked Sandra.

"30 days today Miss Sandra," I replied sorrowfully.

"Is that all? I have heard of one sissy who only gets release once a year on her Mistress's birthday!" laughed Sandra.

I squirmed inside. Was she trying to give Mistress ideas? I certainly hoped not, because we had just celebrated Mistress' birthday quite recently!

"Is that healthy to be denied for so long?" asked Katerina.

"It is important for prostate health not to allow too much build up of semen, and the sissy Sandra is referring to is milked regularly. There are a number of methods for relieving the build up of semen without giving the sissy the enjoyment of an orgasm. A common method used by many Mistresses is massage of the prostate. I tend to use different methods though. They are far more frustrating! and humiliating. Many Mistress have found that a sissy's performance can fall off drastically if given the pleasure of orgasm," replied Mistress.

"I'd like to see a milking done Jennifer." said Jacqueline.

"I'll add that to the wager Jack, if you beat us you can witness a milking of Karen," said Mistress.

Sandra interjected."I'd be more than happy to do the honours Jennifer," she said, rubbing her index finger while shooting me a devilish grin. The thought of being milked by Sandra in front of Mistress's guests was even worse. I was so desperate for a full on orgasm, I knew it would be absolute bliss after a month of denial and I was so looking forward to it. But now, I was thrown into a quandary. Imagine, after 30 days and finally being allowed release, then having to be subjected to a public milking by Sandra! How humiliating! It was almost enough to put me off wanting the release!

"If you wish Sandra, be my guest," said Mistress incredibly. I couldn't believe what I was hearing and hung on to the hope that Mistress and Sandra would win the game. My mind was racing and my anxiety was rising. Oh this was a terrible Hobson's choice to be facing, only the decision was not in my control! All too quickly the ladies had finished their dessert and were ready to play bridge.

"Ok Karen, you may clear all this away and fetch the cards, after that you can finish washing up and then return for foot massages for my guests, hop to it!"

As I picked up the empty plates and cutlery, I had to lean over in front of Jacqueline but couldn't help taking in the sight of her cleavage. "Stop ogling Miss Jacqueline's breasts Karen!" demanded Sandra in rather dramatic fashion. I was horrified at being caught and averted my eyes immediately." I wasn't Miss Sandra," I gasped pleadingly. Jacqueline immediately covered her breasts with her hands and gave a mock sigh of outrage. Mistress was furious.

"How dare you Karen, go fetch the cane at once!"

"But Mistress I didn't...."

"QUIET! Go and get that cane Karen and not another word or I'll double the punishment that you've just earned!"

I scurried off to fetch the cane. Oh that Sandra! It was nothing, a mere second! I couldn't help seeing Jacqueline's cleavage; I had to lean across to pick up the plate! How she just loved to see me get in trouble. As I went to fetch the cane I heard Sandra say to Mistress, "Maybe she needs those tennis balls on her nipples again to stop her ogling Jack's breasts."

"Good idea Sandra, I'll let Jack put them on,” said Mistress. "Let's see how she likes that idea!" There was laughter all around. I returned with the cane and presented it to Mistress in upturned hands and was then ordered to fetch the tennis balls with the slits in them. I was hoping I had seen the end of them but was now starting to think I was going to be seeing a lot more of them especially when Sandra was around. On returning Mistress unzipped my dress and loosened my bra straps.

"Give the balls to Miss Jacqueline, Karen," ordered Mistress. Scared, I presented them to Jacqueline in upturned hands.

Mistress instructed her how to apply the balls. "Now Jack give the balls a squeeze and open those slits like little mouths, give the base of Karen's nipple a squeeze then clamp the ball on." instructed Mistress. By the tone of Her voice I could tell She wasn't happy.

As Jacqueline clamped the ball onto my nipple I gave out a yelp of pain. Mistress slapped me sharply across the face. Whackkk!

"Quiet Karen, you are in enough trouble as it is without being a sook about it!"

Mistress's stern voice even shocked Sandra into silence. Jacqueline then put the other tennis ball on the other nipple. She deliberately clamped it right near the tip of the nipple and it hurt like hell. I screwed my face in agony but managed to control my voice. Mistress then strapped my bra tight causing more agony and zipped my dress up.

"Bring the spare chair into the centre of the room Karen and stand leaning over holding the back of the chair, pull your knickers down and stick that bottom out," ordered Mistress. I quickly obeyed and the position I was in gave me a good look at Katerina's legs. Would the torment ever end?

"Now Jack would you like to do the honours, seeing she showed such disrespect to you?" enquired Mistress casually.

"Well, I've never given the cane before Jennifer but I am happy to try," said Jacqueline. Mistress passed her the cane and lifted my dress.

"Its easy really Jack, just stand right here, take the end like this, and look at where you want to place the stroke. Place the cane on the target, draw your arm back like so, and take aim. This offence deserves 6 of the best. In fact I shall demonstrate a stroke for you and then you can take over Jack. Ok? Stand back..."

Mistress took up Her position by my side and drew back the cane.

WHOOSH!

"ARGHHH!!! One thank you Mistress."

"No Karen, that was not to be counted. It was merely a demonstration. Here you go Jack, your turn," said Mistress.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Jacqueline taking up position in roughly the same spot as Mistress and I saw her draw back her arm.

Whackk! The first stroke hurt but was not too bad.

"One thank you Miss Jacqueline," I said and could hear Sandra giggling.

"No that wasn’t hard enough Jack, we won't count that one, try again," said Mistress. Sandra and Katerina somehow found something funny about that and were both laughing now.

Whaackkkk!

"Ooofff. One, thank you Miss Jacqueline," I said, thinking the stroke was fairly decent.

"Bravo Jack, that's the way. We want her squealing now."

Whaackkkkk! Even harder...

"Owww...Two thank you Miss Jacqueline. The stroke really hurt and I was beginning to think that by the end of the punishment I may well be struggling to keep from howling!

Jacqueline gave the next three in quick succession overlaying the last cut and causing me to jump around quite a bit. She was a fit strong woman and by the last stroke it was clear that with a little practise she would surely be more than capable of inflicting some serious pain soon enough.

WHACK!

"OWWWWWW!!!! Six, thank you, Miss Jacqueline I yelled nearly leaping into the air. The last cut got me right on the top of my thighs, and was excruciating!

"You’re a natural at this Jack, with a little more practice you will be an expert in no time," said Mistress.

I remained in position awaiting the next command. I could hear Jacqueline panting from the effort.

"Now pull your knickers up Karen and get the cards out here ASAP and then get on with the clearing up! Leave that cane right where it is in case we need it again tonight," said Mistress in a frosty voice.

Mistress' last command caused my anxiety levels to rise because it meant there was a good chance She may be tempted to use it again tonight. I did as I was told but all I could think of was my chance for orgasm had dwindled mightily. Mistress had not said anything so I clung to the faint hope that it was still possible. But with this on top of the eyeliner incident I was not very confident. There was still the card game to get through. I brewed the coffee and made a start on the dishes. When the coffee was ready I put the fine bone china cups on a tray with a small jug of milk and the sugar bowl and took it out to the ladies. The game had commenced and I stood there patiently waiting for the end of the hand. As I went to put the tray on the table Katerina slipped her hand up my dress and pinched my bottom again! I very nearly upended the tray but managed to prevent the contents from clattering to the floor but not able to save the milk and sugar from emptying all over the tray and saucers. Mistress again was displeased.

"Karen, what's wrong with you? Do pay attention to your duties or you'll be fetching the cane again! Now go and clean that mess up and bring out some more milk and sugar, quick!"

"Yes Mistress, I'm so sorry, it won't happen again Mistress..." I said nervously as I placed the tray safely on the sideboard and hurried to retrieve a cloth and fresh milk and sugar.

Then as I put a cup in front of Jacqueline she gave a quick flick the tennis ball through my clothes. The pain had settled a little but this just served to reignite it. I stifled a cry and winced in silence, tears stinging my eyes. Sandra was looking up at me with a wicked grin on her face, silently goading me into reacting. Mistress seemed not to notice what they were doing to me and of course I dared not report it. If I did and the ladies denied it the consequences were not worth contemplating. Lying is one thing Mistress is extremely tough on! Not only would I have been thoroughly caned by each of the ladies, I would also have had my tongue pegged for a week!

I returned to the kitchen to fetch the coffee pot. As I was pouring the coffee I was very much on guard for any more sneaky tricks. As I was pouring Katerina's coffee she manoeuvred her knee behind mine without me realising and gave it a little push. The effect was to make my knee bend and cause me to drop slightly and in the process I missed the cup, spilling some coffee on the immaculate white table cloth. Mistress again was displeased.

"Oh for goodness sake Karen! Are you deliberately trying to be naughty? Go and get a fresh table cloth and change this one at once before I decide to cane you instead!"

The ladies tut-tutted and shook their heads in unison. "What a naughty sissy maid and she looks so efficient in that uniform of hers too," said Katerina affecting a shocked attitude at my apparent clumsiness. Again they all had a good laugh at my expense. I was furious at Katerina but dare not show it. I fetched the table cloth, removed the cups from the table then put the new table cloth on before returning the cups. I managed to serve the rest of the coffee with no further tricks from the ladies and was glad to return to the kitchen to finish the dishes were I could be away from the firing line for a while.

When I returned the ladies were nearing completion of the first game. They were playing the best of three matches. Mistress and Sandra had a slim lead. I stood waiting for my command. At the end of the hand Mistress spoke.

"OK Karen you can crawl under the table and begin by giving Katerina her foot massage. Do your best job Karen; if Katerina is dissatisfied there will be hell to pay!"

I crawled under the table but there was just enough room to kneel in between four sets of legs. I couldn't help noticing how perfect each pair of legs were. Regular gym visits and sporty lifestyles certainly made for beautiful shapely legs! I reverentially removed Katerina’s right shoe and began gently on the ball of her foot, gradually building up more pressure. I was working steadily and heard a few contented sighs emanating from Katerina. She wiggled her toes so I began to work on each toe. I was certainly giving it my best effort. Then Sandra who was sitting on my right side started to tap at the tennis ball with her foot through my dress. I dared not scream and gritted my teeth to stifle a cry. She was so cruel to me! The pain distracted me and I stopped for just a moment.

"Don't stop now Karen, I am just starting to enjoy it," said Katerina.

"Focus Karen or else!" snapped Mistress.

I worked harder on Katerina's foot, now concentrating on her ankles. Then Sandra gave the tennis ball another kick and it actually slipped off. The pain was intense and I let out a scream.

"What on earth is all that caterwauling about Karen?" asked Mistress sternly.

"I'm sorry Mistress, I accidentally knocked my tennis ball Mistress and it fell off."

"Well then come on up and we will fix it. Could you do that Sandra while I go to the bathroom?"

"My pleasure Jennifer," replied Sandra happily. "Ok Karen, get on your knees in front of me here and unzip that dress." I did as she asked and presented the tennis ball to Sandra. She roughly pulled my dress down exposing my bra.

"I think we should make sure both are on properly Karen." With that Sandra ripped the other tennis ball off. viciously as she looked me straight in the eye. It absolutely killed! I let out a wail.

"Now now Karen, don't be a sooky girl, we don't want to have to tell Jennifer now do we?"

"No Sandra, please don't tell," I begged. My pathetic pleas roused peels of laughter from the ladies and I prayed Mistress would return quickly.

All three started teasing me immediately Mistress was out of sight. "And I thought you were such a good sissy, I was shocked when you couldn't even pour a coffee properly," mocked Katerina.

Sandra clipped the first tennis ball on. Again the pain was intense. "And ogling Miss Jacqueline's breasts, very unladylike Karen!" tormented Sandra.

"And all the unnecessary squealing, you are hardly a shining example of Miss Jennifer's training," chimed in Jacqueline.

They continued to laugh heartily while Sandra clipped the other ball on. I was almost in tears with the pain, the teasing and the humiliation. Mercifully Mistress returned from the bathroom and sent me straight back under the table to work on Katerina's other foot. I gingerly rubbed Katerina's foot careful not to bump my burning nipples or incite more activity from my tormentors. The ladies finished the first the first game. I took some joy out of the fact Mistress and Sandra won it.

I spent another 20 minutes on Katerina's foot before being ordered out to serve chilled champagne to the ladies. It was then back under the table to work on Jacqueline's feet. By the time I had completed massaging her feet it was the end of the second game. I was on tenderhooks throughout the whole game and nearly broke down when the cheer went up from Jacquelina and Katerina. This time they had won. We were down to a decider.

"Drinks all round thank you Karen," laughed Mistress and I struggled to come out from under the table. I dutifully served another round of drinks before being ordered to get under the table again to attend to Sandra’s feet. By now my knees were hurting and my back was aching from being bent down under the table. The game above me was now in progress and unfortunately so it was below as well. Sandra had decided to play games. As I massaged one foot, she used her other to push against my testicles and squash them against my leg. I gritted my teeth trying to take the pain quietly and remain focussed on the massage. As the game reached it's climax the ladies were getting excited. It all came down to the last hand. Sandra was now digging her heel into my 'little clitty' as I massaged her other foot and I was forced to suffer her agonising torment in silence! I was determined not to cry out. Suddenly I heard a big cheer from Mistress and Sandra, they had won the game!I was exulted! That meant that I would have my release! My heart skipped a beat as I absorbed the happy news. It also meant that my weekend away would be spent serving Mistress and Sandra rather than being totally at the mercy of the other two she-devils!

"Ok Karen, out you come. Go and wash your hands then trot out to the kitchen and brew us another round of coffee please. You can serve it in the loungeroom thank you," ordered Mistress. The ladies chatted over coffee in the loungeroom for about another hour before Katerina, Jacqueline and Sandra finally decided to say their farewells. Now that the worst was over, I was eager for them to go leaving Mistress to deliver the happy news. I fetched their bags and walked them to their cars giving each a curtsey and a kiss on the shoe. After she kissed Mistress goodbye Sandra turned to me smiling. "Looking forward to our weekend away Karen, though I must say that I am hoping for a better effort from you than what you showed us tonight," said Sandra with a devilish laugh.

Her words sent a chill up my spine. Images of the weekend away and all she could get up to went streaking through my mind and I shuddered.

On returning to the house, I dutifully reported to Mistress after I had cleared away the last of the evening's frivolities.

"Well Karen, I first want to praise you on your cooking and massages. Each of the ladies said they were satisfied. However, there were a number of incidents below par which you have been punished for. There was also a number of items which you weren't punished for during the course of the evening such as that ridiculous squealing, your constant clumsiness and nearly dropping my Grandmother's precious cups on more than one occasion. It is simply not good enough Karen! There will have to a big improvement before you lose the 'Sissy maid in training label' and become a 'sissy maid' proper. Now you may go to bed and after serving my breakfast tomorrow we will get you started on the written imposition you have due. You will be wearing your school girl's uniform for that. Now off you go.”

That was it. There was no mention of my release. I was frantic. Had She forgotten? I caught my breath and stood hesitating, my mind racing.

"What are you waiting for Karen? I said off to bed."

"May I ask one question Mistress?" I blurted out without thinking.

"Go ahead Karen."

"You said if Sandra and You won the card game I may be granted release?"

There, I had said it and instantly the words had tumbled from my mouth I knew I was going to live to regret it.

Mistress eyes widened in anger and Her face changed from a picture of serenity to a storm at sea in a flash.

"How dare you show such impertinence Karen! I said if we won, and your behaviour was perfect you would be granted release. Unfortunately, your behaviour was far from perfect as you well know! The hide and the cheek of you to ask!" said Mistress getting very angry now.

I regretted my stupidity in asking and should have known by now that to ask would certainly bring misfortune upon myself. I stood dumbfounded, tears stinging my eyes, fear starting to prickle up and down my spine. Mistress was glaring at me and I knew there was more to come.

"So Karen, since you are so keen to ask for your release, you may receive your release. Only there are a few conditions attached. You will write Miss Sandra a very polite letter, explaining to her your extreme impertinence in asking for your release tonight. You may let her know that I have washed my hands of the decision as a result and that you have been ordered to humbly request her consideration in this matter. You may ask Miss Sandra if she may possibly be interested in taking on the decision of your release, leaving the details of your release entirely in her hands if she so desires, and done so in any manner she chooses or sees fit. You may let Miss Sandra know that you will obediently acquiesce to her decision whatever that may be, even if she chooses to pass the decision onto Miss Jacqueline or Miss Katerina. You may also let Miss Sandra know that it would be your honour to carry out any duties in lieu of release if she so desires. Now I want that letter presented to me first thing in the morning ready for delivery to Miss Sandra Karen. You will personally deliver the letter before you begin your imposition. Now, get to bed and don't let me hear another peep! Understood?"

"Yes Mistress," I could scarcely speak I was so crestfallen.

I went to bed that night feeling very dejected. I had worked so hard all day and because of those three vixens had lost my chance of release, endured a caning, suffered extremely sore nipples along with a sore back, had been teased and humiliated, 'earned' a severe written imposition to face tomorrow and now had to leave the decision of my release in the hands of the very ladies who caused my demise!

I sobbed myself to sleep.

To be continued...

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