Richard followed her into the guest bathroom and looked in the mirror. Staring back was… not Richard. It was a girl with a feathered bob, high cheekbones and pink lips. Richard was dumbstruck. He thought he knew what Sandra had planned, but this was more than he thought was possible. He was a girl Or at least looked like a girl. He couldn’t get over the transformation.
Sandra had a grin on her face. “Am I good or am I good?” she asked. “You’ll have to learn how to do your makeup and hair on your own, but for the moment I’ll do it for you.”
Richard still couldn’t speak. Sandra laughed and said, “I wanted a girly maid and now I have one. Oh, your gift. Wait here.”
She went back into the guest room and came back with a frilly collar. She reach up and put it around his neck and buckled it closed. At the back it had a ring where a leash could be clipped.
“Here, put these on,” she said, opening a small plastic bag with her teeth. There were two, elasticized, ruffed cuffs. “One on each wrist.”
Michael did as ordered. It looked as if he was wearing cuffs but no sleeves.
Sandra asked, “Where’s your butt plug?”
“In the dresser,” Richard said.
“Get it. And the lube.”
Richard returned with the plug and lube and Sandra said, “Pull down your panties and you can wear your lovely jeweled plug. Bend over the sink and I’ll read the instructions to you.”
Richard bent over. “Richard, you have a wonderful ass,” Sandra said, getting up from the hamper she was sitting on. cupping both his cheeks and giving them a squeeze. She took out an instruction sheet that had come with the butt plug and read:
“Make sure both your anus and the plug are well-lubricated. Insert it slowly. When the tip of the plug reaches the sphincter muscles, push in slowly, while trying to consciously relax the muscles and the tip of the plug will go through, but you still may experience difficulties with your sphincter clenching up on its own once the wider portion of the plug starts to pass through. If this happens you should stop pushing and keep the plug in place until the sphincter relaxes, and then start pushing again. Do this as many times as it takes for the plug to go all the way in. Well, go ahead!”
It took Richard a few minutes and a few tries, but eventually the plug was in place. It wasn’t as uncomfortable as he thought it was going to be. He felt, well, full.
Sandra squealed, “Richard, pull your panties up and stand up, turn around and bend over. Let me see it in situ!”
Richard did as ordered. Sandra reached out, pulled the panties aside, and adjusted the heart-shaped jewel so it was perfectly positioned.
Sandra said, ” Wash your hands. I’m going into the living room. Get me a glass of champagne and I’ll let you know what else I have planned.”
Richard washed his hands and followed her walking slowly in his new high heels and butt plug. He made his way to the kitchen and put on his apron. The butt plug made itself felt when he bent down to get the champagne from the wine cooler, and he wiggled his ass. He got a champagne flute and a silver tray and poured the drink. He put it on the tray, and carefully walked into the living room.
He served Sandra her drink and stood awkwardly in front of her. He knew that he probably should have knelt, but moving was a bit awkward with the plug in him and balancing on the heels and Sandra didn’t say anything, so he just stood in front of her.
Sandra raised her glass and said, “A toast to my new maid.”
Richard colored a bit and said, “Thank you Mistress Sandra.”
Sandra beamed at him and said, “Richard, you’ve been so cooperative, if I had the key to your cage, I’d take it off right now and give you a handjob myself.”
Richard was stunned to hear that. He couldn’t remember the last time Sandra had stroked his cock at all.
“May I ask a question, Mistress?”
Sandra took another healthy drink from her champagne flute and admired her handiwork. “Of course, my sweet maid, what would you like to ask?”
“Our FLR life has worked. I’d do anything… I have done everything you’ve ever asked to do just to make you happy.”
Sandra smiled encouragingly.
“I need to understand how this is all going to work now. With you and me and my work. And my being… being your maid now. And Master James. How?”
Sandra said, “Richard, you’ve been the perfect FLR husband. And you’re right, our relationship has worked so far. But… I’m thinking we should take it to the next level. My FLR servant. My maid. And to that end, I’ve been working on a program. A schedule of sorts for you. We’ll go over that in a little bit.”
“As to Master James, well, for the moment he’s part of my life. Our lives. I think your relationship with him will be a bit easier in your new role. You’ll see what I mean when we go over the schedule.
Richard said, “Yes, Mistress Sandra.”
Sandra looked at her empty glass and Richard held out the tray. He went back into the kitchen and refilled the flute and then returned to the living room and served her the drink. She took it, took another sip, and Richard stood in front of her.
Sandra looked him up and down and said, “Before we go over the program I have planned, a little protocol training. I think, as you are now my maid, when you enter or leave a room, you should curtsy.”
“Curtsy?” Richard thought.
Sandra could see what he was thinking.
“Yes, Richard,” she said, “Curtsy. I think it’s the polite thing for a maid to do. You’ll still kneel and kiss our feet when we enter and leave the apartment, but when you serve as my maid, I want you to curtsy when you are given orders and enter and leave a room. Understood?”
Richard nodded and said, “Yes, Mistress Sandra, I understand. But I have no idea how to curtsy. Bow, OK, but curtsy isn’t something I’ve ever done.”
“But you’ll get good at it, right, Richard?” she declared.
“If it pleases you, Mistress Sandra.”
Sandra smiled and said, “Yes it will. In fact I went online and printed out the instructions for how a maid should curtsy properly. I have a copy for you so you can practice on your own in the guest — no, let’s call it the maid’s room from now on — but for the moment I’ll read them out and you do what I say.”
Richard said, “Yes. Mistress Sandra. Thank you, Mistress Sandra.”
Sandra took a sip of champagne, crossed her legs and read from a piece of paper.
“There are ten steps to the perfect curtsy, Richard. I want you to be perfect for me, Richard. I’d be very disappointed if you weren’t the perfect maid for me, Richard. The perfect maid will execute a perfect curtsy. And you don’t want me disappointed, do you Richard? You don’t want Master James to postpone your release? Or do you want me to let him train you?”
“No, Mistress Sandra. I mean, I do want to be perfect for you and I don’t want to disappoint you, Mistress Sandra.”
“Excellent, Richard. I’ll read the steps to you and you do what I say. You’ll do them until you get them right. To begin…
1. Lower your head.
2. Bend your head forward slightly, as if giving a respectful nod. Maintain this head position throughout the curtsy.
3. Take the edges of your apron between the thumb and first two fingers on each hand, with the pinkies extended and gently pull the apron up and out to each side.