Archive-name: Changes/gretchen.03 Archive-author: Amelia Allbyte Archive-title: On Becoming Gretchen - 3 Chapter Three When Miss Irene left me, I made a quick check and my suspicions were confirmed. There was steel under the wood finish of the crib and the locks, although quite inconspicuous, were solid and secure. There was no way these were going to be opened without the key. I just wasn't going anywhere until Miss Irene came and released me. I tried to sleep but the bed was new to me, the surroundings strange, and I was unsure of my fate. I would doze off, suddenly come awake, then repeat the process. I guess I finally dropped off because the next think I knew, I awoke and found Miss Irene smiling down at me. "Good morning, Gretchen. Did you sleep well? I'm glad you like Toto. Most young girls like a cuddly animal to sleep with. I'm glad you're adjusting so well." Glancing down, I noticed that the bear was snuggled up against my fully-padded bra. Embarrassed, I put it aside and climbed out of the crib. Releasing me from the 'chastity device', she handed me a robe that matched my gown and made me step into a pair of backless mules with about a two-inch heel and a large bow on the toe. After you clean up, you may go to the kitchen and fix my breakfast. I would like one egg fried, sunny side up, two slices of bacon, not too crisp, cinnamon toast, orange juice, and coffee, black. You may serve me in the dining room." She then turned and walked off. Shrugging my shoulders, I did as she bade. It felt kind of funny washing up without having to shave. I felt my face and it was still as smooth as a girl's. It took me a while to get used to the shoes, and when I got to the kitchen, to find all the stuff. I finally succeeded. While I was at it, I fixed myself a couple of eggs, some bacon, and coffee. I brought both plates in and set them on the dining room table. I found Miss Irene in the den and called out, "Soup's on, ma'am." She turned and looked at me coldly. "You are to address me as Miss Irene. You will also make your announcements much more respectable in the future." "Yes, Miss Irene. Your breakfast is ready in the dining room." I don't know why I knuckled under so easily. I knew she could whip me physically, but it was more than that. She just seemed - well, superior. She deserved to be waited on. She went into the dining room and saw both plates of food. "What's this? I didn't order all that!" "Why, I just fixed some for myself. I figured we could eat together." "Eat together? Why, the maid eats in the kitchen. But for being so presumptuous, you shall eat that here today, that food." She pointed. "On the floor. But first you will serve me." So I stood behind her as she ate, refilling her coffee cup or whatever else she wanted. When she was through, she motioned for me to clear the table of her dishes, but stopped me when I started to remove the food I had fixed for myself. She dawdled a while, sipping her coffee, looking at her fingernails, just taking her time. Finally she said, "All right, Gretchen, you may eat," and swept the food, plates and all, onto the floor. I looked at her, then at the food on the floor and started to pick it up. She stopped me. "No, Gretchen. You eat off the floor, with your hands behind you. I can get the handcuffs if you feel it necessary." So for the second time in as many meals, I ate off the floor. Also, I was learning an important lesson. Don't presume. After trying to eat as best I could, she finally stopped me and told me to clean up the floor and then the kitchen. She then left me and went into the bedroom. I had no sooner finished getting things cleaned up and put away, when she called out, "Gretchen! Come here!" Obeying, I went into the bedroom. She was dressed completely in a black one-piece garment that covered her completely and concealed nothing. It was very thin leatherlike material that looked more like it was sprayed on rather than conventionally dressed. Her breasts jutted out boldly, her nipples firm and erect. Her stomach was taut and lean, her belly button plainly visible. The material plainly outlined the thick lips of her vagina at the crotch, actually emphasizing her femininity rather than concealing it. Every line, every tendon in the long tapering legs showed through the material and accented every little movement she made. Her feet were covered by a pair of black suede ankle-high boots with at least four inch heels. In one hand she held a quirt, idly slapping it into the palm of the other. The pale hands and bright red fingernails were in sharp contrast to the dull black of the ominous-looking braided leather quirt. Her long black hair framed her pale ivory face. When she smiled, her small white even teeth appeared in starling contrast to the rich, succulent, deep red lips. She was indeed lovely! She was seductive! For the first time I realized what a male spider must feel when he approached his potential black widow mate. Anything, ever=n, death, was acceptable in return for a tryst. One union with this delectable creature was worth life itself! Miss Irene, however, did not have sex, or at least the kind I was thinking about, on her mind. She was fully intent on domination, training me to be the perfect maid. The conception of bending a male to her will, to make him obey and tend her at every beck and call was a sexual triumph for her. I noticed a small wet spot appear at her crotch when I came in with bowed head and said, "Yes, Miss Irene." "On your knees and kiss my feet, then we'll discuss your training." I obeyed. It seemed right and natural that I should obey this lovely and imperious creature. I did so, not only kissing her feet, but abjectly licking her shoes. As I did, I could feel my own sex pressing against my panties with my act of submission. "All right, Gretchen, on your feet. I didn't mean for you to slobber all over my boots." When I arose and stood before her, she looked at me. She suddenly raised the robe and saw my arousal winning its battle against the smooth nylon panties. Without a moment's hesitation, she lashed out with the quirt. Twice she slashed at my unprotected genitals. Any idea that my poor cock had of being useful was dashed. My erection flat disappeared. "You will not get and erection or even become aroused unless permitted," Miss Irene stated, still holding my nightgown up and watching my genitals disappear into my panties. --