The Hotel Transform Stories

Happiness for All.

By Deborah Ford

Terry was so delighted to be a patient with the highly regarded
psychiatrist Doctor Harvey Harries that he barely discerned the
bored manner in which the good doctor listened to his catalogue
of woes.

Terry explained that he was a crossdresser who was unable to get
his wife to indulge him in his hobby. He was left feeling
depressed and lonely. Not that she was a bad wife Terry quickly
pointed out. She was dutiful, a good cook…”

A fed up Doctor Harries glanced at his watch. He had heard such
pitiful moaning a thousand times before.

“…and a stunning looking girl.”

Doctor Harries looked up, “stunning did you say?”

The patient explained how she was a blue eyed blond who had
everything a man could desire. He described her breasts and
bottom in such detail that Doctor Harries was left licking his
lips. Why would such a gorgeous girl stay with a wimp like this
he wondered?

Terry prattled on about how she would not even tolerate his need
to be dominated. His favourite fantasy of being a French maid
had to be played out while she was at work.

With a sigh he glanced across at the psychiatrist, “do you think
you can help me?” he asked plaintively.

Harries brow furrowed, “there way be a way to make everyone
happy with this situation,” he announced.

Terry was intrigued.

The doctor instructed Terry to vow personally to his wife that
he would not dress up again, unless she requested it. Terry was
staggered, “but she would never suggest it!”

“Please listen,” Harries barked impatiently, “then ask her which
of the household duties she finds most onerous. Simply tell her
that you intend to do more about the house and start with that
chore. You must do it well. You must request her permission to
carry out the chore and take care to ask whether it has been
carried out to her satisfaction when you have finished.”

Terry was hoping for something more positive regarding his
crossdressing but he would give the good doctors thoughts a try.

Terry made clear to his lovely wife Lucy his intention never to
dress up in girls clothes again, ‘unless’, he added hopefully,
‘you request it.’

Lucy smiled indulgently at him and kissed him on his cheek. At
last she could have a real man around the house. Not one who the
moment her back was turned was pulling on stockings and panties.

With her in a good mood he moved on to the offer suggested by
Doctor Harries.

To his surprise Lucy readily agreed that he could do more around
the house. Terry asked which was the one job she hated most.
Lucy beamed: “cleaning the bathroom and toilets!” Terry
immediately, though distastefully, volunteered to be responsible
for that job from now on. Lucy was suspicious, “we’ll see,” she
smiled but hugged him all the same.

———-

On the following Tuesday appointment Terry was able to report to
his psychiatrist that he had cleaned the bathroom and toilets
for his wife and that she was reasonably happy with his
performance.

Harries nodded delightedly. “Excellent. Now for stage two.”

Terry was excited: would stage two involve dressing for her?

“You must take her favourite breakfast up to her every morning.
Make sure that it is absolutely how she wants it. In the evening
you must greet her at the door with a refreshing alcoholic
drink.”

Terry found it odd that they no longer discussed his problems
but felt nothing but confidence in the experienced psychiatrist.
Nor did he find it strange when Harries asked more about Lucy
than about himself. Did they have sex much? Twice a week on
average. Where did she work? With Safety First Insurance in the
High Street. What did she like doing. Going out to restaurants
and bars, something Terry admitted he was never very happy
about.

Harries rattled on with his questions, reading from a prepared
list: ‘If she did not like dominating you what does she like in
bed?’ Terry was less comfortable giving away Lucy’s urges but
felt compelled to be honest. “She likes having her bottom
spanked and being tied up and stuff,” he watched Harries writing
copious notes in his book so quickly added, “of course I could
never do such things to her. I love her too much.”

“Of course,” smiled Harries agreeably. “It’s only natural.

———–

Lucy did not enjoy her first breakfast in bed. She kept asking
herself what was wrong. What was the bad news Terry was about to
deliver? Breakfast in bed was like flowers, the sign of an
apology – or maybe worse. Had he been sacked? Was he going to
leave her?

All day long her mind swept along tormented routes of the
dreadful possibilities that Terry could be preparing her for.

When she returned home that evening, at five o’clock on the dot
as usual, the cold white wine that greeted her as she entered
the door reinforced her fears. Even the glass was ice cold, just
as she desired it. She sat perched on the edge of the sofa
sipping the wine waiting for Terry to deliver the knockout blow.

It didn’t come.

———

Within a couple of days she was asking Terry to bring up jam
with the toast and asking for a refill of her glass of wine in
the evening.

Even at work she pondered this sudden change of character from
slob to helpful thoughtful husband.

Indeed it was one afternoon when she was running the sequence of
events though her mind for the umpteenth time when a tall,
handsome man suddenly seated himself before her. He appeared so
cool, so confident. She was immediately taken by him.

She smiled professionally and asked if she could help him. The
man explained that he was a psychiatrist and needed to reassess
his insurance needs on account of him being so successful.

Tracy liked the smooth educated tones with which he spoke and
took down all his details.

When she had finished the charming man rose to his full height,
thanked her and insisted on her joining him for a drink at a bar
across the road straight after work. “It is the least I can do,”
he smiled warmly.

The offer was made in such a way that Lucy could not refuse it.
So half an hour later she stood looking lost in a bar. A strong
hand took hers and guided her to a bar stool. Lucy felt thrilled
and naughty, she realised that the two emotions were
interlinked.

Harries thanked her for her skilled manner and said that she
should be on the sales force not on the office floor. Lucy
blushed, explaining that she was never very pushy at work. As
they were leaving Harvey took her hand and kissed her lightly on
the cheek. Her heart thumped like an engine and she stood
vacantly waiting for another kiss. However her gallant gentleman
was already walking smartly away.

She felt disappointed, but then guilty for being disappointed.
After all she was very fortunate to be married to such a
considerate man as Terry. Even if he was a bit on the boring
side.

Suddenly Harvey came bouncing back down to her. She held her
breath. “Almost forgot,” he commanded, “lunch, tomorrow, in
here. Ok!”

As it was an order rather than a request all she was left to do
was nod in compliance.

At home that same evening her glass of wine was sipped
thoughtfully. When Terry interrupted her by asking whether she
wanted another she icily replied “have you done the downstairs
toilet yet!”

Terry was taken a back at the venom in her remark and pointed
out that he was intending to do it tomorrow but she looked so
severely at him that he immediately got the cleaners out from
the kitchen cupboard and set about his job.

Lucy luxuriated in the warm exciting tingles she felt. A wealthy
psychiatrist interested in her!

———-

Harries listened with growing gratification at Terry’s
description of the weeks progress. He was delighted to hear how
Lucy no longer thanked him for the breakfast.

“It is as if she takes it for granted,” Terry moaned.

Exactly! thought the good doctor knowing that any favour
repeated often enough ceases to be a favour and becomes an
obligation. An obligation that the other person comes to expect.

Harries complimented Terry on his progress making Terry feel
pleased with himself, before adding to his smug smiling patient:
“We must step up a level now.”

Terry grinned, was this to include the cross dressing?

“You must add a few more chores to your list.”

Terry groaned, he hated cleaning the bath and toilets as it was.
It was such hard work.

“Tell her that you have noticed that she has been working late
and then volunteer to do more around the house.”

Terry was quizzical, how did he know that had been late a few
nights that week?

Before he could ask Harries told him that they should up the
frequency of their meetings. “I shall see you Mondays and
Thursdays. Good day”

————

At home Terry was industrious and Lucy carefree.

His newly acquired chores turned out to be the dreaded laundry,
and, worse, included the ironing. The ironing was terrible. It
had to be done just right in order to keep the creases in the
right places and took an age for his inexperienced hands to
accomplish. He rather envied Lucy sitting all relaxed on the
sofa with her glass of wine in her hand reading a book, while
his housework seemed to grow around him.

And so the life changes continued to develop .

Lucy was now late every evening.

The kind, considerate doctor insisted on taking her for a few
drinks after work. He always asked her about herself and
listened with such a sympathetic ear that Lucy poured her heart
out to him. Her job was boring, her home life was boring.
Nothing exciting ever happened to her. She was always taken for
granted. The good doctor listened patiently and nodded
understandingly.

Until…

Harries moved like a stalking tiger manoeuvring towards its
helpless dinner. “My dear Lucy you should make more time for
yourself at home. Why not hire a cleaning lady and free up some
quality time?”

Lucy shook her head, they could not afford such a luxury. She
did not earn much and her husband only earned a little more than
she did. Besides, she added, “he does try to help around the
house these days.”

“Try?” Doctor Harries asked innocently.

Lucy explained that he was not very proficient at the chores.
She would often iron her own clothes again and always had to
clean the bath properly after he had finished.

Harries tutted angrily. “He is making work for you! How selfish
he must be!”

Lucy nodded, exactly!

“You must ensure that he performs the task to your
satisfaction.”

“How can I do that?” she asked wistfully.

“By explaining to him that if he fails to perform his tasks to
your satisfaction then he should not be allowed to do them.”

That made sense. There was something sissyish about watching him
cleaning and ironing. She always felt men should be men and
women women. If she challenged him then he would improve or stop
doing them. Either course would suit her.

———–

On his forth visit to the helpful doctor Terry was even more
hacked off.

He explained how his wife had confessed her disappointment in
his ineffectual attempts at housework. She had even asked him to
leave them alone.

Harries feigned anger. “You stupid boy!” He bellowed, shaking
Terry and other patients in the waiting room. “Of course you
have to perform them well. All that good work consigned to the
dustbin. All because you are so incompetent!”

Terry blustered and incoherent apology as Harries finished the
session early.

Terry begged him to help him further. Had not the doctor
suggested this path as a means of helping him with his
crossdressing? He felt ambivalent about performing the domestic
chores. He hated doing them but loved the fact that he had to
perform them to his wife’s satisfaction.

Harries asked whether she had instructed him to cease making her
breakfast in bed or offering her a wine in the evening.

Terry shook his head, “no she never mentioned that. In fact she
got quite angry with me when I was late with her tea this
morning. So I suppose she is happy enough with those chores.”

Harries nodded. Excellent. “Your only path of redemption must be
that you give her the right to punish you when you do not
perform your tasks adequately”.

“Punish?” Terry was shocked. The thought jarred him, but it was
not an entirely unpleasant shock. He had often fantasised about
being punished by Lucy.

“It’s up to her. You are in her hands you must make sure she
knows how eager you are to please her. Or else all is lost!”

So once he got home he did exactly that.

————–

On bended knees before his wine sipping wife, he pleaded to be
given his old chores back. He vowed that he would perform them
better than before. Lucy was impressed with his appeals but
almost slipped off the sofa when he added: “or you can punish
me!”

Pervert, she screamed at him. “That is what you wanted all
along!”

She raced up to her bedroom and a bewildered Terry slept in the
guest room.

Oddly, the next morning the breakfast was delivered to her
bedside without a murmur of disapproval from her.

—————-

Lucy confided with her new friend and lover about her husbands
perverted pleading over a light lunch at a posh restaurant in
the heart of the city.

Harries shook his head sadly. “You must understand, my dear,
that you are a very upper class lady. I can tell. But your
husband is more of a downstairs sort of person. He is quite
happy with menial little tasks while I am certain that in a
different age you would be mistress of the house. Firmly in
charge of all the servants in the household.”

Lucy nodded her understanding. He was right of course, she
always did feel a bit superior to every one else. “What should
I do?”

He took her elegant fingers and squeezed them sensuously. “You
must take a firm hand in your household. If he has requested you
to punish him then he has already forfeited his position as man
of the house, don’t you think?”

Lucy sighed, feeling that he had done that a long time ago by
agreeing to take over the housework.

“And you have clearly adopted the position of Mistress of the
household. I do feel that you have the stature to live up to
such a title.”

Lucy thought that he spoke sense. “But I can not punish anyone.”

“Of course not,” the doctor knew she was a masochist from
Terry’s ramblings. “You must have him punish himself by
humiliation.”

“Oh?”

“If he is so desperate to be a below stairs servant then he will
agree to your demands. Have him stand in the corner for a
specific period of time.”

Lucy laughed loudly in the quiet restaurant before catching
herself and clapping her hands over her mouth.

He stroked her fingers. “You go ahead and enjoy yourself. The
Mistress of the house has an important status and if she can
enjoy the worst aspects of her job so much the better. Here is
a tip …”

Lucy listened intently to the tip and that evening.

At home with Terry she acted it out to the letter.

He was left standing with his nose touching the corner as
instructed. Hands at his side, legs straight, feeling totally
silly.

For the full twenty minutes he remained in position while he
heard Lucy turning the pages of the newspaper and pour herself
a second glass of wine.

“Twenty minutes up,” Lucy said evenly just as the doctor had
recommended her to say.

With relief Terry turned from the corner and shook his stiff
limbs.

“And now back for a further twenty minutes please,” Lucy said
just as evenly, without even looking up from her paper.

“But…” Terry tried to protest.

She glared at him. “I trust you are not arguing?”

“No, no,” Terry quickly put in, “its just that…”

“You are arguing! Another twenty minutes. That makes forty.”

She said it in such a matter of fact manner that when Terry
turned back into his humbling position in the corner of their
living room it seemed the only response he could make.

“Just to let you know: you were given the additional twenty
minutes for moving. So do try and keep still or else you will be
doing the ironing at midnight.”

Terry made a determined effort to remain motionless.

————

At lunch the following day where Lucy was full of herself. She
explained what had happened and how, just as he had told her,
the extra forty spent in the corner was more effective than the
first twenty minutes. The ironing was perfect and she even
allowed him to iron her favourite blouses.

Harries was very pleased for her. “You must remain firm with
him.”

Lucy said that she was now so confident about her self that she
even thinking of applying for the sales job in her department.

Harries asked why she would not apply for a position she was
eminently qualified for. Lucy pointed out that the aggressive
sales jobs always went to men.

Harries smiled and told her to apply, “promise me that you will
apply.”

She looked into his deep dark eyes feeling that she would do
anything for him.

————–

That afternoon Harries put his feet up on the desk and phoned
Safety First Insurance asking to speak to the Managing Director.

“I am a Doctor Harries the noted psychiatrist and I am just
ringing around some successful businesses trying to establish
whether happiness amongst the workforce leads to higher sales.”

The MD was brusque, fat and too busy to participate in any
survey. “They are fine,” he said tersely.

“Good. And what is the ratio of male to female members of your
sales team?”

“All men. It is an aggressive, demanding company. Thank you for
your…”

“How interesting,” Harries said slowly and deliberately.

The MD was disturbed. “Why interesting?”

“Oh, only that sales forces that have at least one female member
are always much more effective.”

The MD pondered this thought.

Harries continued, “I suppose the men try doubly hard to impress
her and try hard to make sure they don’t fall below her sales
record.”

The MD nodded, “could be something in that.”

“Anyway thank you for your time,” Harries hung up.

The MD looked at his sales figures on the wall. They were good
but they could be better. It was then that ‘fate’ in the form of
Lucy knocked and timidly entered.

“Yes?”

“Oh,” Lucy blushed not used to being so forward, “it is about
that sales position here. But I suppose you wouldn’t consider
me.”

“There is always room for someone with initiative miss ..?”

“Oh call me Lucy.”

And he did. And he hired her as his first woman sales rep.

————-

That evening Lucy and Harries celebrated her success all
evening. Some drinks in the bar across the road, that they had
now started calling ‘their bar’, led to another bar and then a
late night restaurant.

Lucy had phoned Terry, brusquely informing him that she was
going to be late and that the bathroom and toilets would be
inspected before she went to bed.

So while Lucy laughed gaily at her new mentors jokes Terry was
rubbing away the stains in the sink with determined effort.

While she lay on the back seat of the wealthy psychiatrist’s
BMW, with her knickers dangling from a bouncing leg, Terry was
getting the last mark off the toilet bowl.

The toilets and bath were spotless. A tipsy and bedraggled Lucy
inspected them with her anxious husband.

“Wonderful darling,” she drunkenly announced.

But moments later he was back in the corner for the statuary
twenty minutes.

He had been so proud of his cleaning that he had forgotten to
have a drink waiting for her when she arrived home at midnight.
He felt it wise not to ask why she was so late.

————–

The doctor was in good humour as he listened to the hapless
Terry’s tale.

“I see. Now you must win her over by buying her a present.”

Terry thought this was a good idea. She was now permanently
displeased with him. The breakfast was too late, or not hot
enough, the ironing could be done faster. She was running him
around the house like a hamster in a cage.

“Something to remind her of her femininity. She will like that,”
he assured him. “Would you like to hear what I suggest?”

Terry was grateful for any help forthcoming. Anything to make
his wife ease up on him.

Harries’ after work drink with Lucy was shorter than the
previous evenings marathon session. They were both too desperate
to get back to his car and drive to a shadowy spot in a wood
where Lucy could throw herself at him.

After love making that left her feeling satisfied and sleepy the
good doctor asked her how home was. Were the punishments having
their effect?

Lucy giggled with her eyes still closed. “Definitely! He even
does the vacuuming now!”

“Oh.” The doctor let the word hang poisonously in the air.

Lucy opened her eyes and sat up, pulling up her damp knickers.
“What’s the matter. That’s good isn’t it? Am I not now mistress
in my own home.”

He kissed her tenderly, “of course dear.” He replied
uncertainly.

“You can see a problem can’t you.”

“I am afraid my dear that you are going to have to be on your
mettle. He is, I fear, about to turn.”

Lucy did up her blouse, aghast at the thought.

“Yes in just a few days you could be back to doing the
housework. Soon you will be far to busy for our liaisons.”

“Never.”

“I can feel it happening. I bet that even now he is planning
something devious.”

“Like what?” demanded Lucy. “He will end up in the corner all
night if he does.”

He will get you a present. Something very feminine. Like a
bracelet or ear rings. If you accept it then you are lost.
Totally! He will be consigning you to being a boring housewife
for the rest of your life. He will, I am sure, return to being
a slob.”

“What should I do?”

“Only one course of action. What ever he purchases you must make
a determined stand for yourself.”

“I will, I will!”

“You must tell him that if he likes the bracelets so much then
he must wear them!”

“Or the earrings!” giggled Lucy.

“Quite,” smiled the good doctor who felt that there just time
for another shag while Terry completed the shopping instructions
he had given him.

—————-

That night the wine was chilled and waiting. Terry had the
presents gift-wrapped by the giggling shop assistants. Doctor
Harries had been so exact as to what he should purchase for his
wife that he made the choice as soon as entered the department
store.

At eight o’clock Lucy entered desperately pushing her hair back
into place.

The glass of wine was in her hands before she could remove her
coat. Then came the presents. Gift wrapped with white bows.

Lucy fumed. The doctor was so shrewd. Just as he had predicted.
Except that the packages were too large for a bracelet or ear
rings.

She coolly hung up her coat and walked past him into the living
room ignoring the outstretched offerings from her baleful
husband. A sheepish Terry followed miserably with the presents.

“They are for you,” he said forlornly.

She raised an eyebrow. “Do you want to spend the rest of the
night in the punishment corner!”

“Oh no. Please Lucy I have brought you presents.”

She hated seeing a man crawl. Doctor Harries was so confident,
so cool, so in control. No wonder Terry was only good for house
work.

“You open them then,” she declared coldly.

He swallowed. This was not going at all well.

He unwrapped the dainty ribbon from the first present and took
out the silky white teddy, garter belt and matching white
stockings. “For you,” he swallowed.

“And the other package?” Her eyes stared him down.

He opened the second one to reveal the little frilly apron the
doctor had recommended.

Lucy nodded. Just as Harvey had told her. Here was her stupid
husband trying to put her back into the position of housewife.
It would definitely not wash!

“Terry!” Barked Lucy in a way that made the poor husband jump.

Fifteen minutes later Terry stood with his nose tight against
the corner.

His limbs were stiff and aching but he knew he had to remain
motionless until Lucy told him that time was up. He wondered
whether she had turned the heating down. He certainly felt cold
standing in the thin translucent teddy and stockings. The
suspender belt was a bit too tight for his waist and bit in to
his tummy. But of course he would not dare to adjust it right
now. Maybe later. The bottom of the apron tickled his thighs
just at the thickest part of the white sheer stockings.

She kept him there for half an hour before a wicked thought
entered her slightly inebriated mind. She ordered him to kneel
before her and remove her knickers.

He did so, obediently like a pet. “Good doggy,” she giggled,
“now lick me. You’ve always wanted to do it. So get going
doggy.”

It was true. Terry had always wanted to lick her gorgeous pussy
but she had always refused him. She had explained that she had
thought it a bit seedy but here she was, legs spread, knickers
off, skirt raised and wet pussy gaping.

Terry set to work. He moved forwards feeling the nylon stockings
on the rough carpet. How sensuous it felt.

He dipped his tongue into her only to be surprised by how wet
she was. Indeed she was so turned on that she was secreting a
thicker substance than he expected. Bizarrely it tasted of
almonds. He licked eagerly not understanding why Lucy was
laughing so much. Perhaps he was tickling her.

Lucy lay back, allowing a warm eroticism to build up with in
her. She was having her cake and her husband was eating it! She
giggled again.

—————

Harvey listened contentedly to Terry’s tale of woe.

“And what did you do then?”

“After I gave her cunnilingus? Well I still had the ironing to
finish and then I, er,” his face grew pink and then red, ” then
I masturbated.”

“Interesting. But still you are getting what you want, are you
not? Your wife allows you to wear feminine clothes?”

“She insists on it!” Complained Terry.

“But it is what you wanted. And she is dominating you ”

“Every second of the day!”

“You must feel very pleased with yourself.”

“I feel powerless, helpless and used.”

“Exactly.” The good doctor grinned.

“And your idea backfired! The stockings and suspenders and
teddy! Ha! I am still wearing them now!”

Harries was impressed with Lucy’s strength of character. “What
now? Show me.”

Terry lowered his trousers at once revealing the white frillies.
“I am to wear them until she says otherwise!”

“Ha! You must be very careful now,” warned Harries cautiously.

Terry listened eagerly. There must be some way back from this
path of madness.

“If you rebel against her wishes now you may lose her forever.”

Terry nodded. That made sense.

“We must continue to follow her instructions. Let her think that
she is the boss.”

Terry sighed. She did not think that she was the boss, she knew
she was.

“And she is staying out later and later!” protested Terry.

“Understandable. You told me that she now has a responsible job.
It will take up more time.”

“And she earns more than I,” the young man sulked petulantly,
“and doesn’t she let me know it!”

“But your household’s increased income will help you both. You
should be proud of her and grateful. But remember: what ever she
instructs, you must do.”

Terry nodded humbly.

_____________

Ten minutes after Terry left the clinic Harries was bustling
down a shopping arcade to a joke shop. He engaged the owner in
polite conversation as he mulled over a set of trick handcuffs.
Delicately he pointed out the importance of sex in selling
anything.

“You take that mannequin with the maids outfit. I bet if you put
that in your front window you’ll sell one within hours.”

“I’ll bet you a hundred!” The owner said immediately.

—————-

At the ‘their bar’ that lunch time Lucy was full of herself.

Slightly tipsy from drinking wine on an empty stomach she
confided in the doctor how her feminised husband had been
released from the corner only to be ordered to clean out her
lovers jism.

“You need to be careful my dear,” Harries said coldly stopping
the giggling Lucy in her tracks. “You must now be ever vigilant
at any attempt he makes to win back the household. You have
demonstrated how resilient you have been at becoming Mistress of
the house, and I commend you. However one slip now and he will
regain control.”

“Let him try,” she sneered defiantly.

“Oh he will. In the old days of course the issue was simple. The
servants wore a uniform that demonstrated their position in the
home. These days,” he tutted sadly, “the servant dresses how
they please and the Mistress’s authority is in constant danger
of being undermined.”

Lucy nodded. How true that was.

Pleased that his point had struck home he quickly changed the
topic. “How are your sales by the way?” he asked.

“Ok,” she said darkly. “I knew it could not last long.”

He tapped her hand. “Do not worry my dear I think I can help you
with your business sales. Come along, let us go for a walk
before you return to work.”

They ambled the long way around from the bar to her office.
Longer for Lucy to hold his hand. He was so sexy. So confident.
So masculine.

Suddenly he stopped her and they kissed. He abruptly pulled
back. “Do you see.”

Lucy looked at where he was pointing. The blond mannequin stood
in the window in its black maid’s outfit.

“In those days a maid would be attired according to her
position. She could never forget her place.” He then kissed her
chastely on the cheek and said he would see her the following
lunch time.

At the end of the Arcade he stopped and discreetly observed her.
Lucy pondered the display for several moments before nodding
resolutely and entering the shop.

Harvey collected his winnings from the shop owner half an hour
later.

—————

Harvey nodded in agreement at the old lady’s worries. A regular
patient with more money than genuine symptoms she was concerned
at the future of her children and their grand children.

“You can never have enough insurance,” the good doctor pointed
out.

“True,” the old lady nodded, “but you show me an insurance
salesman you can trust these days!”

“Funnily enough,” Harries began slowly.

——————-

Lucy was full of herself, “and then this old dear buys up
everything I offer her! Can you believe it?”

They sat at their usual table, in their usual wine bar.

“With you selling, I most certainly can,” Harvey said
affectionately. “By the way did your house servant try anything
last night?”

Lucy smiled until she was bursting, “wait until you hear this!”

Harries listened with amusement to her tale and even listened
with further amusement as Terry described it from his point of
view:

————-

Terry was lying on the couch but absolutely livid. “I mean, I
did as you suggested, Doctor Harries. I went along with
everything she said, but I tell you! I spent all night in this
ridiculous maids outfit. An hour was spent in the corner for not
curtseying correctly. Is this going too far Doctor?”

“Is this not what you wanted?”

“Well, yes, I suppose,” he said doubtfully, “but as a game. Once
a week, maybe twice. But cleaning bathrooms in high heels and a
short flouncey dress very day is murder.”

“I am sure,” Harries grinned, “but tell me is she calmer when
you are obedient?”

Terry nodded thoughtfully, “I suppose she is. She doesn’t get so
ratty and shout at me all the time if I am busy.”

“For the moment then that is the answer. Impress her with how
good you are as a maid. In a few days maybe you can reason with
her. But for now I cannot inveigle upon you enough. You must
obey her every whim unless you will lose her.”

Harries next patient was a retired headmaster whom Harries soon
got round to explaining how he should reinvest his pension – for
‘peace of mind’ of course. Naturally Harries meets all sorts of
extremely competent people in his line of work and would like to
recommend .

————-

Lunch at the wine bar ..

..was missed for an afternoon off at Harries sea view flat.

After a great deal of sex, wine and a lobster salad, a worn out
Lucy lay slumped on her bed.

“My biggest fear is that all of a sudden I will lose everything.
You, this,” she waved her hand about the room and then smiled
again, “you most of all.”

Harries poured her another glass of wine. “You must simply stay
on top of the situation.”

“You were right about the maid’s dress. I don’t get a peep out
of him now. He is so embarrassed to have to curtsey to me,” she
giggled, “that he works hard at his chores to avoid me.”

“Excellent. Now I suggest is the time to reinforce your new role
as head of the household.”

Lucy liked the words ‘head of the household’. It was something
a man should be, but she proved that she was strong enough to do
the job.

“Does he gain any pleasure at all from this arrangement?”

She smiled. “He has a play with himself every night. I allow him
that.”

“Do you? Do you now? You allow him to play with him self every
night whether of not he has deserved it?”

Her mouth fell open, she had not thought of that. “Well, I er
..”

“Exactly. He is getting at you. He is there playing with himself
thinking that his mistress cannot stop him doing this.”

“I can!” Lucy shouted.

“Of course you can. Do you know what I think?” Harries asked her
softly cuddling her.

Lucy turned to face him, “no, what?”

Harries drew a breath and explained quietly and simply what he
thought.

————-

Lucy was home early that night and Terry the maid was fearful
that the wine was not chilled sufficiently.

But as he watched her settle on the sofa, feet up on the coffee
table sipping her wine he could see her mind was elsewhere.

“Shall I start the laundry?” He asked.

“In a moment, kneel here,” she said pointing to a spot before
her.

As he knelt she spoke to him thoughtfully, “you know you are not
appreciated where you work.”

Terry was shocked. She had not said anything as kind as that to
him for weeks. “No…” he agreed.

“Shush and listen,” she commanded. “But you know that I value
what you do around here don’t you?”

No he did not! However he felt it wise to agree by saying that
he did, it was safer that way.

“Why not give up your job. I’m earning enough for both of us.
You can work in the house all day. That way you would have the
evenings off. Wouldn’t that be good?”

Terry nodded, he hated his job and what she said did make sense.
“If you are sure dear.”

“I am. In fact I think we could even take in some ironing for
you to do in the afternoons.”

Terry’s heart sank. “Well if it is all the same to you…”

She glared at him icily. “You must do what I say during the
day.”

“And in the evenings?” he asked carefully.

“They would be yours.”

Terry beamed. “Great.”

Lucy went slowly though the conditions that Harries had
instructed her to offer.

There was some reluctance to the ‘no speaking unless spoken to’
clause, but otherwise he was content enough with calling her
Mistress and attending to the chores that she set out for him.
He agreed to not masturbating while ‘on duty’.

“So,” Terry carefully said, “once I have completed all the
chores you have given me I can hang up the maids outfit and take
off these high heels and become a man again.”

Lucy laughed gaily, “well I am not sure about becoming a man
again. That is beyond even my commands,” she giggled “but once
your jobs are completed you cease being my maid, if that’s what
you are trying to say.”

Terry nodded, he hated the fact that she laughed at him when he
suggested he could become a man again. He twisted the hem of the
short dress and raised one heel so that his stocking clad knee
fell defensively in front of his other knee. It was best not to
argue right now. He had not been sent to the corner yet that
evening it seemed silly to push his luck.

“And I can masturbate after I have finished my chores.”

She smiled wily, “yes. After all your chores for the day are
complete.”

————

“Excellent,” Harries exclaimed. “You’re really a woman and a
half!”

“From next Monday little Terry will remain at home with his list
of chores while I am at work and out with you.”

“And he does not realise that domestic chores last all day and
night?”

Lucy smiled, “he really is an airhead.”

“Yes,” mused Harries, “I know.”

She stroked his thigh beneath the table with her long, nylon
clad, leg. She felt her pussy moistening. “Where now?”

“Well there is the official name change, and we need to
introduce him to spanking.”

“No,” Lucy giggled shaking her head, “I think that you are
enjoying this more than me. No, I meant where shall we go this
afternoon?”

“Ha, well I have a patient this afternoon,” he could not wait to
hear Terry’s side of his humiliating descent, “but I can give
you a quick contact for a pension, his name is in my car.”

They both smiled broadly. They knew what going back to his car
meant.

Once again she was fucked silly during her office lunch break.

————

Terry appeared pleased with himself. He adjusted his suspender
tabs beneath his jeans and explained:

“The deal is that I stay at home and do the house work and Lucy
goes out to work. And she suggested it!”

“Good for you,” Harries smiled wickedly at him.

“Yes. I reckon I’ll be finished by lunch time and then I can get
the entire get up off.”

“Sounds like you have everything you wanted,” Harries smirked.

“You bet! So I don’t feel depressed any more doctor, so I think
we can end our sessions.” He stood up and shook the doctor’s
hand hard, “thanks for everything you have done.”

“My pleasure,” the good doctor grinned, “my pleasure.”

—————-

Shock is a word that is often over used. For true use of the
word shock you would have needed to have seen Terry on his first
official day as maid of the house the following Monday morning.

He raced about the house on his heels, his ankles aching, his
stomach burning from the corset and his mind swimming. How could
there be so much to do before Lucy returned home from work!

The list went on for two sides of A4. He had not even realised
that people dusted the ceilings and cleaned skirting boards. And
since when did the bed linen have to be washed and prepared
daily? The meal that Lucy had slated for her evening dinner
would take hours of preparation.

All over the weekend Terry had been looking forward to ‘playing’
at being the maid but here he was too busy to enjoy it.

The weekend had whizzed past.

He had eventually agreed to the name change suggested by Lucy
and they had filled out the forms necessary to make the change
official. There seemed no harm in it. Everyone one would know
him as Terry except Lucy who would call him by his new name. His
cheeks reddened at the thought of being referred to as Tracy.
Such a tarty stupid name. Tracy. He had suggested Catherine, a
nice posh name but Lucy was determined that he ought to have a
name that reflected his position.

He did protest at having to change his surname to her maiden
name, that felt a bit extreme but a full hour in the corner
while the dishes piled up in the sink encouraged him to see it
her way.

That Monday was murder. The way things were going he would not
have finished the chores until near bedtime. Still, he consoled
himself with the thought that Tuesday ought to be more straight
forward.

Lucy arrived home at seven thirty as usual these days. And, also
as usual, her cheeks looked flushed and her face was a picture
of contentment.

She must really be enjoying her new job, Terry thought, feeling
quite pleased for her. He knew she was earning a lot of money
from a phone conversation he had overheard between her and her
bank manager. With him no longer being paid he was no longer
part of the bank account. He tore up his credit cards under her
supervision the same day that she received her Platinum
unlimited credit card.

“Another glass Mistress?”

“No thanks Tracy, I will have a glass of red with my meal
tonight.”

“Yes Mistress,” he curtseyed. Odd she never used to drink red.
Where had she discovered that pleasure. “Uhm mistress?” he spoke
with trepidation.

“Yes Tracy?”

“Uhm, about the list of chores ..”

Her blue eyes turned to ice as she glared up at her trembling
servant. “Yes Tracy?”

“Well, the thing is, I mean, I know that .”

“Say it stupid girl. What is the problem?”

Tracy felt foolish and coloured up. “I am afraid that I have
been unable to complete all the chores. I have done most of them
though,” he added quickly.

Lucy sighed, crossed her lovely legs leaving one foot to bounce
impatiently. “Well you have another hour before I am sending you
to bed so perhaps you can complete them before then.”

Sent to bed? Tracy puzzled for a moment over that. He was a maid
not a child! “Uhm please Mistress I do not think that even in
that space of time I will be able to ”

“What!”

“Please Mistress I thought I might finish them off tomorrow,”
pleaded the errant, quaking maid.

“Don’t be so stupid girl. You will have more chores for
tomorrow!”

“More!”

“‘More mistress’ silly tart,” she barked. “Yes more!”

“Yes Mistress,” the maid bowed her head. She had fallen into a
whirlpool and was being sucked under. He needed some advice from
that nice, clever doctor Harries.

“I have arranged for washing and ironing to be taken in for a
while so that you can contribute to your keep.”

Tracy was staggered. “Mistress? I don’t understand?”

“No, nor will you ever my dear. All you need to know is that
maids uniforms cost money. You don’t expect to leech off me do
you?”

“No Mistress, of course not Mistress.”

“Silly girl. How can you be made to stand in the corner now? It
will mean you will be up all night doing your chores when I am
trying to sleep.”

“Yes Mistress.”

Harries plan was fool proof. She just spoke the lines and little
Tracy responded exactly as he had predicted. “What can we do
with you if you are not to be stood in the corner for an hour?”

“I don’t know Mistress,” Tracy was growing very concerned. Why
was it that everything he tried to do or say worsened the
situation?

“Well I suggest that I slipper your bottom twelve times.”

Lucy’s words hung in the air. Tracy gasped. “But Mistress…”

“Oh well then. See if I care. Stand in the corner for an hour.
No make it two hours. I am sick of hearing your empty excuses.”

Two hours in the corner. He would be up until the early hours
completing his housework. He remained standing before her, his
knees knocking.

Lucy smiled sweetly, “I thought so. Why not fetch me the slipper
without me having to command you again? You might get into my
good books”.

Fifteen minutes later Lucy was beating her maids bottom with
resounding satisfaction.

“You know little maid, before you came along,” she oofed with
the strain of whipping the slipper against her husband’s knicker
clad bottom, watching with beaming gratification how red it had
become, “I had a silly husband. Ooof!” The bottom quivered and
her maid squealed like a little girl. “He was such a sissy that
he would not ever spank me. Ooof! Can you credit that?”

“Yowl, no Mistress,” sobbed the maid. If he ever got the chance
again he would spank her even harder than she was beating him!
Owch!

—————

Two days later Tracy busied herself filling the washing machine.
The more she could get in the quicker she could get through the
ever growing pile in the middle of the laundry room.

Doctor Harries sat relaxed on a chair at the kitchen table
watching the maid’s frantic antics through the open door. He
sipped his drink serenely.

“You make a fabulous cup of coffee Tracy,” he declared.

“Thank you sir,” she curtseyed before slamming shut the front of
the machine and turning the dial to start, “I am so glad you
were able to call around.”

Tracy darted to the kitchen sink and donned a pair of pink
rubber gloves over her manicured hands and long pink finger
nails. She swept the long blond hair from her face as she
attacked the dirt in the sink.

“Pretty earrings Tracy.”

“A present from Lucy – er I mean Mistress. Please Doctor you
have got to help me. I feel totally trapped.”

The good doctor sipped his coffee. “So I see. What is the time
period of the contract that you signed?”

Tracy stopped rubbing and thought for a moment. “There wasn’t
one sir.”

Harries tutted ruefully. “Ha, my dear you ought to have taken
professional advice before signing anything.”

Tracy stamped her high heeled foot sending her hair cascading
over her face. She brushed it back yet again. “I know that,” she
squealed before adding, “now!”

“And you cannot afford a lawyer to help you?”

Tracy put the tea towels neatly around the draining board. “No.
I don’t qualify for legal aid because Lucy is earning a fortune
and my allowance from her goes straight on clothes! Besides I
can hardly go down the high street dressed like this.”

“Indeed not,” the doctor said sympathetically, looking down at
the locks on the girls high heels. If she could not remove the
heels then she could not remove the stockings and no pair of
trousers would hide those strappy, sexy objects.

“It is quite a dilemma I must say.”

“You must help me sir, please,” she pleaded with all her might
just as the spin dryer ‘tinged’ its bell. She pulled off the
gloves and tore over to the dryer.

“Yes. I suggest that I have a word with, er, what is her name
again?”

“Mistress!” Tracy said sharply, “oh I mean Lucy. Oh please don’t
tell her I used her Christian name.” Tracy pulled out the dry
clothes and folded them neatly onto the drainer ready for
ironing. “It’s not allowed.”

Harries was regretful, “well I cannot tell a lie I am afraid.
But I shall try to help you.”

Tracy was so relieved. “Oh thank you, thank you sir.” She saw
the time on the kitchen clock and squealed. She raced over to
the cooker and turned the oven off, pulling out the yellow,
steaming sponge.

Harries rose leaving his cup on the table to be cleared by the
menial. “I’ll give her a ring and see if I cannot stay with you
for a few days. Perhaps I can help her understand that her
behaviour has room for improvement.”

“Please do sir, please.” The sponge was fine. She just needed to
make the chocolate icing and then she could dust the living
room. With a bit of luck the next load of washing would then be
ready for the dryer and she could shampoo the carpets in the
front room.

Harries stood in the middle of the kitchen and Tracy looked at
the tall handsome man with confusion. He seemed to be waiting
for something. She had told him that she could not afford to pay
anyone. Surely he was not expecting money for his advice.

“Sir?”

“My coat dear.” He said simply.

Tracy raced to the cupboard near the stairs and brought him his
thick coat. She helped him pull it on and saw him to the door
automatically curtseying as he gave her a good-bye.

She leaned against the front door and closed her eyes with
relief. Doctor Harries would sort everything out she mused.

Yipes it was three o’clock and the bed had not been made!

————-

The following day Lucy introduced Doctor Harries to Tracy who
dutifully smiled. “He will be staying with us for a while. As
man of the house he will now be in charge here.”

“Yes Mistress,” said a smiling, relieved Tracy.

“I trust that he will not have to punish you too much.”

Tracy hid a smile. As if the good doctor could ever do such a
dreadful act.

“You may serve dinner,” Lucy said.

Although Tracy still had to fold the ironed shirts into bags for
Lucy’s customers she was in and out of the dinning room serving
for long enough to note how clever the doctor was being. He was
winning her over as easily as can be. His mistress was relaxed,
laughing and in good spirits. A sight he not seen since the
night she had spanked him.

Humiliatingly Lucy sent Tracy to bed in front of the doctor.
Tracy felt like a little child being admonished before all her
friends. However she dutifully curtseyed and retired.

In bed she was only allowed to wear a short white nightie and
knickers these days. Lying, wide awake, she listened to the
couple downstairs laughing endlessly at joke after joke.

Finally he heard them come up the stairs and for a single, odd
moment the laughter stopped. There was complete silence outside
the bedroom door. Tracy held her breath listening to every sound
in the night.

Finally Lucy burst in, happily singing a song to herself.

Moments later wearing a very sexy nightie she clambered into
bed. Tracy wondered if tonight they might make love again,
something they had not down for weeks. That was the usual reason
for his gorgeous wife donning such apparel.

The light went out and Tracy lay quite still, nervously waiting
for his mistress to make the first move.

Half an hour later he had given up and closed his eyes ready for
sleep to overwhelm his aching frame.

The door burst open and Tracy sat up in shock.

It was Doctor Harries standing in the door way wearing just his
boxers.

“Sorry girls,” he said commandingly, “I am afraid that I find
your guest bed simply too soft to sleep on. I’ll try your bed.”

Tracy stared quizzically at him. With all the events of the last
week nothing made sense any more.

“Get out Tracy”, said Lucy softly, “let our guest try this bed.”

In a daze the maid stood up and watched as the psychiatrist
climbed into his place in the bed.

He nodded. “Yes this is better.” He looked up at the bewildered
maid. “I will need a good nights sleep if I am to help any one.”

Tracy nodded dumbly.

“So you toddle off to the guest room and we’ll see you in the
morning for breakfast in bed yes?” Harries dismissed her with
his hand.

“Yes sir.”

“Oh and Tracy,” Lucy called out.

“Yes mistress?” Asked Tracy hopefully.

“Don’t make it too early. I think that the master of the house
and I will want to sleep late tomorrow morning. Close the door
on your way out.”

“Yes Mistress,” curtseyed the duped, shocked, defeated,
submissive and obedient Tracy before retiring to the guest room.

The following day the Guest Room was renamed The Maids Quarters.

So Doctor Harries got what he wanted,
Lucy got what she did not realise she wanted,
and Tracy got what she had thought she wanted.

A lesson to all of you.

End.

15/03/01

Deborah Ford

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