Domina Mistress Mariella - Adrian's story four


Adrian's story

PART FOUR

In the corner of the kitchen is a small door that opens into a cold-bricked area attached to the house. The floor is made out of old red ceramic tiles; in the corner of the building are a water tap and an old cast-iron bath, with a neatly folded towel beside them. I begin to fill the bath with water, (it does not run hot!) and I get my naked body into the cold bath, I shiver as I lower myself into the cold water. I realize that I have no time to waste, Mistress has only allowed me one hour.

I frantically scrub my whole body and wash with the soap provided. In a few minutes I am clean and dry. I have never waxed before, so I take just a few minutes to try and read the instructions, as I am reading I notice a small microwave tucked away in the corner of the room. I heat up the wax and get the strips ready. Once the wax is at the right temperature, I begin to use the wooden applicator to smooth the wax over my body. As I place the strips over the wax, I know that this is going to hurt. Strip by strip I begin to wax my legs and my arms, then I quickly move to my chest and back, my stomach and my backside, and then my cock and balls. Every strip stings and burns and by the time I have completed the task, my whole body burns like it is on fire!

So quickly I dip myself back into the bath to ease the burning! I get out and I look at my body, for a second and hardly recognise myself, so smooth, not a hair in sight. On top of the microwave there is a small razor, and begin to shave me head. Mistress has been kind to me... the razor is new and sharp and makes quick work of my hair. I rinse my head once again in the bath and dry myself off. 40 minutes have already passed by so I quickly rush naked a fully waxed into the kitchen and pause before opening the box that Mistress had set on the table. Carefully and slowly I open the box, tissue paper cover the items, and is sealed with a wax seal with the emblem “MM” on it!

I gently break the seal and pull back the tissue paper. Time is ticking! Inside there is on top and pair of black silk panties in my size, I feel them softly in my hands, and pull them up over my legs and around my smooth backside and cock, the material feels cool on my skin, delicate and sensual. Next is a padded lace and silk bra size 40 C, elegant in design and form. I slip it on, and although I struggle to get the clips to match at first I soon get it to fit perfectly. The next I discover a matching suspender belt, with the same pattern on it size 16, just perfect for my 36 inch waist. And then a wonderful pair of silk stockings with a seam down the back. The material feels so delicate in my hands, and I feel a warm glow all over me as I pull each stocking up along my long legs and attach then to the suspender belt. Already I can feel the difference in me, I already feel so much more compliant and submissive.

I look once more into the box and discover a pair of black patent leather high heels with a 3-inch heel, in a size 10 (44). I push my ugly male feet into the shoes and suddenly start to look pretty, I feel like a giant - 6ft 2 inches tall plus now another three inches of wonderful feminine exquisite heels. I stand up tall in my panties, stockings and suspender belt with my padded bra and high heels. I peer over into the box and see the most gorgeous black satin and silk French maids outfit with wonderful white lace frills. It is breathtakingly beautiful and I gently slip it over my shaved head and zip it up and then begin to brush the creases out of the maid’s outfit, and straighten out the skirt. Once more I peer into the box and discover a long brunette wig with curls and ringlets, I place it on my head and straighten it all out.

My time has gone, Mistress will be here in one minute. I notice in the box other delights such as make-up, false nails and eyelashes, necklaces and earrings, but I dare not try and begin to start to wear them, I need to be focused on Her, when She arrives not rushing around still trying to get ready. I gently close the box replacing the tissue paper and lid with the utmost of care. And I go and kneel in the middle of the kitchen, making sure that my skirt is fanned out evenly all around me, and that it is not catching on my heels!

I kneel motionless, hardly daring to breathe, I hear Her footsteps. And as She comes into the kitchen, I begin again to tremble before Her presence. She stops and stands in front of me, She enquires “what is going on? no make-up, no jewelry, no nails and no lashes, how utterly useless! Well for that, I will give you some LASHES of MY own!” No doubt you have been daydreaming again, slave!”

“FACE TO THE FLOOR, slave!” She commands. I lean forward and put my face to the ground. She stands in front of me and places my head between Her feet, leaning forward She lifts up my satin and silk skirt and pulls down my black silky panties. From behind Her back She brings out a long black elegant riding crop. I know what’s coming. “Let's count 15 shall we slave?” She says “yes Mistress” I reply

“one, thank You Mistress Mariella” *swish crack, She speaks “YOU”
“two, thank You Mistress Mariella” *swish crack, She speaks “WILL”
“three, thank You Mistress Mariella” *swish crack, She speaks “NEVER”
“four, thank You Mistress Mariella” *swish crack, She speaks “DISOBEY”
“five, thank You Mistress Mariella” *swish crack, She speaks “YOUR”
“six, thank You Mistress Mariella” *swish crack, She speaks “MISTRESS”
“seven, thank You Mistress Mariella” *swish crack, She speaks “MARIELLA”
“eight, thank You Mistress Mariella” *swish crack, She speaks “EVER”
“nine, thank You Mistress Mariella” *swish crack, She speaks “AGAIN”
“ten, thank You Mistress Mariella” *swish crack, She speaks “YOU”
“eleven, thank You Mistress Mariella” *swish crack, She speaks “WORTHLESS”
“twelve, thank You Mistress Mariella” *swish crack, She speaks “PIECE”
“thirteen, thank You Mistress Mariella” *swish crack, She speaks “OF”
“fourteen, thank You Mistress Mariella” *swish crack, She speaks “MALE”
“fifteen, thank You Mistress Mariella” *swish crack, She speaks “SCUM”

The whip has done its work, my pretty little backside is marked with criss-cross welds from the riding crop, I remain kneeling, sobbing and sobbing, with pain and humiliation yet overwhelmed with gratitude that Mistress should be so kind to me so as to expend her time in correcting and disciplining me for my own personal improvement. “We have no time now for make-up, thanks to your idleness. There are more important task for you today My dear sissy maid, and it is time for some real old-fashioned honest hard work” She taunts. “we will return to the make-up, but now it's time for my slave or should I say my sissy maid to earn her keep!”


Written by slave Adrian


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