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Strict mistress added a matching camisole over my forms, matching the bloomers, very soft and sexy. It seemed a shame to cover such beautiful garments, but I had naturally to wear a maid's uniform, for I was strict mistress's full-time sissified slave, whose whole existence was focused on my strict mistress, whose only reason for being was to serve her. It was a demanding life but one which had its own rich satisfaction in being able to be in my mistress's presence and to bask in her beauty and refinement. The maid's uniform was to die for, a concoction of frills that rustled also, creating the fro fro look so beloved of my strict mistress. The skirt was very full, pushed out by a lavish petticoat which itself was multi-layered and had frills at the edge of each layer. The dress had layer after layer of frills all the way down the dress, a cascade of frills even. Naturally, it locked on at my neck so no escape was possible. At my neck was a ruffle that stood out a full nine inches in all directions, forcing me to keep my head high and making it hard to see much below my neck. Strict mistress had sewn little bells over the breasts so any movement caused a jingle, and also at the top of my arms and along the fringe of the skirt. It was almost impossible to avoid making a jingle in the dress but mistress loved to make me stand still in the dress at times and would cane me if she heard a sound. It was exquisite torture when I had also to wear 5 inch heels to serve her, also locked on with sweet heart-shaped padlocks. The bells also made it plain whether I was working or not and woe betide me if she heard silence when she had set me a task.

Strict Mistress liked to tease me mercilessly. She would have me make tea, serve it to her and then stand back, waiting for orders. Naturally, she would expect me to stand still and not to fidget, and this dress made it hard to be silent of course. She would wait a while, smiling inwardly at my state, liking my frilliness, my submission that I had to look at the floor with my head bowed in supplication as she sipped her tea.

"Were you looking at my breasts, maid Caroline?” She might inquire.

"Oh no, strict mistress, that would be most improper," I would retort.

"You lying little prissy bitch, I know you, you are always sneaking a peak when you think I'm not looking."

It was true that my strict mistress was so desirable. Strict Mistress would wear such magnificent corsets, having me lace her in, creating such wonderful cleavage in which nestled the key to my belt. I would naturally wish to look at that area, and even more so when I could see the key there and dream of my mistress relenting and using it to free me.

"You deserve a lesson, I won't have such impudence. Assume the position."

I bent over and put my forearms on a table, arching my back. Strict mistress pushed my petticoats up and pulled down my bloomers, exposing my cheeks and stroking them.

"It's the cane for you, dear, you know it's what you deserve, isn't it?"

"Yes, strict mistress," I responded with a dry mouth, anticipating the punishment to come.

"I won't gag you as I want you to count, assuming you can count beyond ten I suppose, you stupid little bitch, and I want to hear you cry."

I gulped at the threat, the promise even, as she swished her dragon cane theatrically.

"It makes such a lovely sound, don't you think?” She asked rhetorically.

The preliminaries over, strict mistress commenced the punishment. I had to count each stroke and thank her, my tone allowing her to judge the pace of the punishment. I did not know how many strokes I had to endure, perhaps 30, perhaps more. Strict mistress might give me softer strokes if she was feeling kind, but often she liked to see the welts afterwards for a week and she enjoyed making me cry. I hated it with a vengeance, but the act of submission itself was immensely rewarding and exciting, to be helpless before her, to be totally reliant on her mercy.

After 20 strokes, she paused and walked in front of me, raising my chin with her cane and wiping away a tear.

"So, maid Caroline, do you like to look at my breasts with such abandon?” she asked, the position making it impossible for me to do otherwise. She relished the situation, knowing that she could, if she was feeling mean, double the punishment for me having the temerity to look where she was forcing me to look, but at the same time enjoying my obvious delight at the sight. She was so beautiful it melted my heart completely, and in truth she could do anything she wanted with me. I adored her completely, even as she delighted in torturing me beyond the point of endurance.

What could I say? If I said yes, then she could admonish me for being so forward and slutty, if I said no, she could punish me for not worshipping her as was appropriate. She liked to create such situations, to see how I would react, to see if I would take more punishment by being honest in my complete devotion to her. The more compliant and obedient I was under her training, the stricter she became, a virtuous circle that took me to ever greater depths of submission.

"Yes, strict mistress, You know that I adore you completely, that I also beg humbly to be released from chastity."

Strict mistress laughed at my forward request.

"You can dream of release, bitch, but you have to earn that. You may be freed if you serve me absolutely perfectly but not before."

Her eyes flashed at my helplessness, at the crushing blow to my hopes of release, even though I was so frustrated after two weeks locked up. She loved my condition, deliberately brushing against me, showing herself, arousing me as she knew the effect she had on me and it delighted her.

She returned to cane me some more. Tears ran freely down my cheeks as she continued, my bottom was on fire but I dutifully counted and thanked her for punishing me. I adored her for being so strict with me, even as I squirmed in frustration and pain. She was such a joy to be with, to serve, I loved her completely my wonderful strict mistress.

Strict Mistress - Forced Sissy Maid Caroline

Forced sissy maid Caroline had had her new maid's outfit specially made. It was pure indulgence, going to a ladies' designer, choosing the luxurious satin and designing the creation with the lady's help. The outfit consisted of the maid's uniform, a petticoat attached to a bodice and frilly bloomers. Contrasting pink frills abounded on the bloomers and the uniform, which was in pristine white satin. Of course, the uniform locked on at the back, at the neck and in the middle of the back, where it is hard to unlock yourself even if you have access to the key to the delicate little shiny heart shaped padlocks. The finished creation was wickedly expensive but looked fabulous and would be a surprise to her strict mistress.

The strict mistress had dressed in a white satin blouse herself, with a tight black leather skirt and seamed stockings. She knew that forced sissy maid Caroline loved her like this and she enjoyed teasing her by looking so wonderful. Forced sissy maid Caroline had dressed and knocked nervously on the door, before her strict mistress asked her in. She loved the new dress and exclaimed in surprise and appreciation. The look was completely over the top, but wonderfully so, and her strict mistress enjoyed the frills and the satin very much. She took the proffered locks and had forced sissy maid Caroline kneel as she locked her in.

"Today, forced sissy maid Caroline, we are going to the ballet, and you are going exactly like that!"

Forced sissy maid Caroline was nervous and excited at the same time. Going out in public dressed in sissy finery caused her much embarrassment but also was a wonderful thrill. Everyone would naturally be drawn to look at the outrageous outfit and wonder at the height of the supposed lady. Being with her strict mistress diffused the situation but still it could be mortifying to experience the stares of the many that would be curious about this overdressed lady.