The alarm sounded at 6am and I rose out of bed promptly. My days of lying in past the first alarm were officially over. As I jumped out of bed I recalled vividly the one and only time I made the mistake of lying in past the alarm. I had hit the snooze button, thinking I could be quicker dressing therefore affording me extra time beneath the covers. I couldn't have been more wrong. I was awoken suddenly out of my peaceful morning slumber by the breath taking sensation of icy water cascading over my head causing me to jump out of bed quick smart! It was a dreadful shock and an awful awakening to say the least. The sight of my Mistress looking very cross, jug poised ready for more of the same, had me bitterly regretting my folly. Nowadays when the alarm sounds, the memory of that experience floods my waking thoughts, prodding me straight out of bed and into the shower.
Speaking of which, I also have strict instructions for showering. I am allowed a 3 minute shower, of which 45 seconds is allocated to the washing of 'little clitty'. Once I've showered I dress very carefully in the precise manner I've been instructed to do. My uniform consists of a corset, black suspender belt, black seamed stockings, black patent leather high heels, a petticoat, satin rumba panties and the most wonderful black and white French maid's uniform. The dress is short offering a glimpse of my thighs when I bend over which I must confess, love. The uniform is completed when I put on my glorious red bob wig and snow white maid's cap. Once I'm dressed I apply a little eye make up and red lipstick. I have been trained to put every item on in a prescribed way and perform a final check in the mirror to make sure everything is perfect before beginning my chores.
My first chores before serving breakfast are to attend to the dusting and laundry. There is a load of washing to hang out that was done last night, another to put in the
machine and a small hamper of smalls and delicates for hand washing.
At 7:30am I began to prepare Mistress's breakfast. Today she had requested an assortment of fresh sliced fruit and berries in season, a bowl of her favourite Gippsland yoghurt, and a white coffee. As soon as I put the coffee on to percolate I ran to fetch the newspaper from the front lawn. Once everything was ready I arranged the items on a serving tray, along with a single orchid placed in a vase and proceeded to Her bedroom. Mistress has instructed that I must have everything prepared on time and knock on her door at exactly 8:00am and wait for Her permission to enter. Today I am waiting about 3 minutes. I enter to find Mistress sitting up in bed already working on Her laptop. I pass Her the tray, then curtsy before standing with head bowed ready for inspection. As Mistress sips her coffee I am ordered to turn around. "There is a ladder in your left stocking Karen! You have not brushed the back of your wig well enough and the seam in your right stocking is not perfectly straight". I bow my head in shame and apologise. "I'm sorry Mistress". Mistress continues, "After you run my bath, you will fix your appearance, call me when my bath is ready then make my bed, pick up my dirty clothes and return the tray to the kitchen! You will then wait in my study standing in the corner at attention with your nose touching the wall, Understand?" "Yes Mistress" I reply.
"Off you go Karen!"
I hurried from the room going through the instructions once more in my mind. Part of my training involves learning attentiveness, so Mistress deliberately gives me a string of several instructions all at once to see how well I am listening.
I scurry off and run the bath, change my stockings, brush my wig perfectly, return to the bathroom and make sure the temperature and the depth are to Mistress's specific requirements. I return and knock on Her door. Mistress opened the door looking magnificent in Her bathrobe and swept passed me on Her way to the bathroom. As soon as She left I hurry to make the bed, nervous in case pick up Her dirty clothes and take them to the laundry, return the tray and dishes to the kitchen, wash them up before hurrying to the study to get into position. Today Mistress has a leisurely bath and I am left waiting for over half and hour.
I have learned to wait patiently no matter how long I am left standing. I know that if I show any signs of impatience Mistress will leave me standing in that position for hours on end, totally ignoring me, as punishment. Once was enough to instill that lesson! I am filled with dread as I hear Her walking down the hall to the study. As She enters the room I hear a swishing noise, and realise that She has brought some instrument for discipline but I cannot see it.
"Step back from the wall, pull down your panties, lift up your dress and bend over!"
I obey in an instant.
"You know I expect perfection in appearance Karen and you have let Me down again. It is 6 of the best for you!"
I then realise She has brought the cane. Swish! The first stroke hits, I feel it's vicious sting across my buttocks then a moment later the pain intensifies. "One, thank You Mistress" I reply in the manner I have been taught when receiving a punishment. The next stroke is harder. Swish! I give out a yelp and quickly say my thank You. There is a longer wait; it gives time for the pain to intensify. Swish! Swish! The next two come in quick succession. "Three thank You Mistress, Four thank You Mistress". A moment later the fifth, Swish! I give a scream, it has overlayed an earlier one and stings like mad. "Don't be such a sook Karen!" Mistress admonishes me, I am scared it will cost me extras but this time I am lucky. The sixth cut is the hardest of the lot but at least no overlay. "Six thank You Mistress".
"Kneel!" I am commanded to kneel before Her. "Today I am having lunch with My friend Sandra. You should have enough time to clean the bathroom before you go and pick her up. We will be eating on the balcony and you will be making Sandra's favourite salmon and caviar pasta dish for us. When you go to pick up Sandra, I want you to pick up a bottle of white wine and some sparkling mineral water on the way."
"Yes Mistress".
"Dismissed!"
I then scurried to get my rubber gloves and get stuck into cleaning the bathroom. I am very thorough making sure the glass shower screens and mirror are absolutely spotless. I was dreading having to get Sandra. Sandra loves to tease me and always seems to get me into trouble. Mistress usually asks Sandra to deliver any punishments incurred because of her and it is obvious she loves to give it.
It was 11:30 when I was ready to leave to pick up Sandra. "I'm ready to leave Mistress. Will there be anything else before I leave?"
"No thank you Karen, that will be all. Hurry along, you don't want to keep Sandra waiting."
Mistress hadn't said anything about getting changed and I had learned not to be impertinent by asking. I would have to drive dressed as a sissy. The fear of being pulled over by police even for a breath test would be very embarrassing let alone if there was an accident or break down!
The drive to Sandra's was filled with trepidation and I spent most of it praying that I would not be pulled over by the police or have occasion to stop for any other reason than picking up the wine. Sandra lived in a busy part of town and I could not get a park out the front. It meant walking about 100 metres on the busy street in full sissy attire. Sandra's front door was in full view of the street. I steeled myself to walk briskly towards Sandra's choosing to focus on the footpath just in front of my feet as I walked.
When I knocked on her door she made me wait at least 5 minutes. Waiting for her is so nerve wracking. How long do I wait before I knock again? I asked myself. I knocked again after about 3 minutes. If it's too soon she will tell Mistress and I will be punished for impatience. Many people were walking by and I felt very self conscious. Finally Sandra opened the door, "Hello Karen darling! Don't you look sweet today? I won't be a minute just wait there." I am sure she could see how embarrassed I felt waiting for me and made me wait what seemed like ages but was probably only 5 minutes. On the drive back Sandra had loads of questions for me. She knows I have to ask permission to speak and otherwise only speak when spoken to. She wanted to know what punishments I had received lately, what I had done to deserve them, how did I intend to improve my behaviour, what chores I had been doing, had I been doing them to the best of my ability, how long since I had last had sexual release. Everything personal and humiliating I had to tell her. Any holding back would be reported to Mistress.
We finally returned back to the house, I opened the car door for Sandra and let her in, taking her coat. Mistress then greeted Sandra, they embraced and kissed. "You can serve drinks for two on the deck immediately Karen!" I poured the drinks, a white wine for Sandra, and a sparkling mineral water for Mistress, put them on a tray and served the ladies. Then it was back to the kitchen to prepare lunch while the ladies chatted on the balcony. I set the table with a freshly ironed tablecloth, silver cutlery, crystal glasses and a fresh vase of flowers. When I was ready I waited until the ladies had stopped talking momentarily before I asked for permission to speak. When my Mistress granted permission, I let the ladies know their lunch was ready whenever they wished for me to serve. I brought the pasta dish out and placed it in the middle of the table, pulled the chair out for Sandra, then Mistress. Once they were seated I refreshed their glasses. I fetched the pepper mill and offered pepper to the ladies. I then stood back out of eye shot waiting for my next command. The ladies chatted over their meal and towards the end of the lunch Mistress then asked Sandra if I had been respectful when I picked her up. Sandra told Mistress I had shown impatience by knocking on her door twice. I couldn't believe it, Sandra hadn't expressed any disappointment and it had been at least three minutes before I knocked the second time. What if she had forgotten about the lunch? Was I expected to wait there all day?
"Karen, come here now!" Mistress commanded. "Sandra has just told me of your impatience and I am not impressed. How dare you behave so impatiently! This isn't about your schedule. It is about looking after My guest. You have brought shame upon yourself and shame upon Me. You will have to be punished! Go to the kitchen and grind up several of those fresh jalepeno chillis immediately! Pour the juice into a small bowl, place it on a tray then present it to Sandra".
I could see a big smirk cross Sandra's face, she knew what was coming and so did I. Oh how I hated her! But of course I didn't show it. Just a humble "Yes Mistress", then I went and did as I was told. When I returned with the chilli juice, the ladies kept chatting and had me stand there for at least 5 minutes, sweating in fear. Mistress addressed me.
"Now Karen I want to show Sandra that I am very disappointed and highly unimpressed with your show of impatience and I want her to know that I intend to eradicate that trait in you so she has kindly agreed to administer your punishment. You may thank Sandra, Karen".
"Thank you Sandra", I said begrudgingly as I curtsied.
"I am only too happy to help Karen" replied Sandra and then had a good giggle.
"Now pull down your panties, lift up your dress and present your 'little clitty' to Sandra".
I did as commanded. Sandra ordered me to stroke 'little clitty'. It did not take long for 'her' to become aroused and harden. It had had been 28 days since I had been allowed relief. Pre cum started to ooze from my 'little clitty' and Sandra ordered me to massage it in. I could feel myself nearing orgasm. Then Sandra dipped her finger in the chilli juice and started rubbing it all over the head of 'little clitty'. She applied more and more, which filled me with cold dread. Now she started liberally covering the shaft and testicles as well. It took about a minute before the effects of the chilli hit. The heat built up slowly, before long I was in agony and 'little clitty' started to shrivel.
"Aww, don't you like Sandra playing with 'little clitty'?" she mocked cruelly, knowing full well that I was in extreme agony, and furthermore, if I dared say no, she would only double the torment.
"Yes Sandra I do like it, it's just the heat..."
My faced was contorted in agony and tears began to form in my eyes. Sandra was having a good laugh now and said to Mistress, "I think he may have learned his lesson".
Mistress agreed then dismissed me to do the washing up. It was so hard to concentrate on my chores, the burning pain continued for about 20 minute before it started to ease off. I knew from experience the dull heat would be with me for hours more to come.
After the dishes I was called to crawl under the table and give Sandra a foot massage. 
When I had finished I put her shoes on and she ordered me to worship them with my tongue for another 10 minutes. Then it was time to make the ladies coffee, serve it with Paddington chocolates then wash up while the ladies relaxed.
Finally I was instructed to drive Sandra home around 4. It was always a tense time for me when Sandra visited. The longer she stayed, the more opportunity she had to torment me and accuse me of behaviour that caused me to be punished in some way.
The drive home to Sandra's was strangely uneventful. When we arrived at her place she said to come to the front door and wait there without moving while she got me a present. I waited patiently for what seemed like 15 minutes. Too scared to take a step in case she noticed. She returned saying, "I am glad you passed that test Karen, I would have hated to report another show of impatience to Jennifer. Here is a present for you Karen, I thought it might save you some time in the kitchen, don't use it for cooking now!". With that she gave me a bottle of Tabasco sauce and let out a sadistic laugh. I felt so humiliated but knew I must show gratitude. "Thank You Sandra, that is so kind of you".
On returning home, Mistress ordered a coconut, chicken and peri peri curry for dinner which took me a while to make. After cooking and serving Her I was allowed to have my dinner in the kitchen. After washing up and cleaning the kitchen, I had to do some mending for Mistress, and then practise a mandatory hour of cross stitch before having another tepid shower before bed. As usual I reported to Mistress when I was ready to retire for the evening, but tonight I was in trouble. Mistress called me into Her office and admonished me pretty severely for my poor behaviour while Sandra was visiting. She mentioned that there had better be a big improvement in my attitude tomorrow otherwise I would be spending the following week in Sandra's employ and completely at her mercy!
I scurried off to bed and was under the covers with lights out by my curfew at 10:30PM precisely.
The thought of spending a whole week at Sandra's mercy filled me with dread and caused a fitful night's sleep.
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