Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

They looked at each other in an uneasy silence, neither had expected to see the other and both were unsure what to say.  The figure in front of him was a six foot four dark haired picture of a French maid doll, perfect make up, black fluffy dress with a frilly white apron, seemed stockings and high high heels.  The hair or wig was done up in a bun with a large silver hair pin holding it up.  David came to conclusion, as he was looking after the flat while Mistress was busy upstairs he should demand; no, not demand he reasoned; ask who the person was, so he did.  A reply came back across the room in a weak french accent with touches of harsh Northern Irish mix.  "I'm Mee-mee la Maid, Madams maid.  David was confused did she; he, mean Mistress Amphere he enquired. "Qui" came the reply, I maid for Madam".
David shrugged his shoulders and said "OK yep; come in them, welcome; I'm David".
Mee-mee smiled and minced across the room.  David for the first time in days felt embarrassed about being naked and blushed.  The maid looked at him, smiled again before asking through perfect white teeth, "Are you Madams new Collard Submissive or Slave?"
"Neither" David replied "I'm Mistress Emilia Blackstocks' Slave, at least I think I'm hers".  "Her, merde!" and then "So why have you been sent here, training?"
David nodded "I think so, something like that anyway"
Mee-mee looked pleased and they chatted about Mistress A and jobs to be done.  David found out that Mee-mee had been popping in when possible, but due to work commitments had not been there as much as usual.   She explained she had just gone on a course following promotion, but resolutely refused to discuss what the job was. David avoided the reasons and events that led to him being there.  Both soon got on with their chores mindful of the time ticking by.

Having just scrubbed the kitchen floor David heard the lounge door opening he almost sprinted out to see who had come in, expecting what or who he wasn't sure.  It turned out to be Mistress A who on seeing Mee-mee gave an excited squeal and ran over to give a huge hug.  As soon as possible Mee-mee gave an extravagant curtsy, fingertips daintily  gripping the hem of her dress.  "Greeting Madam, you look enchanting" was murmured in a lilting tone.
Mistress A smiled a broader than her normal smile, blow a kiss and said "Chop chop work to be done we will have a natter later". She glided into her bedroom; soon David could hear mutters and cursing before "David don't stand there like a silly slut, get in here and help me into this". Hurtling in David forgot to curtesy, he found Mistress; half in a one piece rubber suite. In fact she was a bit tied up and David fought hard not to laugh.  Avoiding her eyes in case she set him off he pulled, stretched and cajoled the suite on.  Mistress cursed him; the suite and everyone else she could think of.  Finally it was on, David tied the chunky calf length boots laces and took in the view.  Mistress A looked a million dollars and he told her so.  Looking surprised and please Mistress A  returned to good humours and said "Right let's see if this Lardy Tory Lord can take a beating" before striding off.  David was amused to hear this and had to go and ask Mee-mee if it was a Tory Lord.  He was assured it was and was informed that as Parliament was coming back after the summer hols things would get busier.

Sitting on the floor after the evening meal, which was later than normal due to a Chief Super of the local Constabulary wanting at rather short notice an hours' session as a Pony;  David asked "Do you get a lot of Tories come and see you?".  Mistress A stuck her thumb up to say yes, she couldn't talk at the time as she was battling with a large mouthful of cherry pie with custard that David had served up.  As her mouth became emptier, but not totally she said "Loads of them, can't take a beating though, wimps the lot.  I blame the Public Schools, not enough canings anymore".  After another mouthful with plenty of chomping she continued while waving her spoon around "Mind you that Labour lot are just as bad; they always want to dress up in frilly knickers that are then pulled down and then given a good rogering with George" She mused.
"George" David asked "Who's George"
"Not who; what" came the reply "My 12 inch Dildo". David paled and changed the subject just in case someone suddenly thought of an extremely bad idea.  "I know this is going to sound stupid, but Mee-mee's a bloke, right".  Laughing loudly Mistress A spluttered a bit of pie out her mouth; it shot onto the floor.  "Lick it up boy" came the command and then, "When She's dressed as a maid she's a woman, well TV anyway, OK" David finished licking the floor rejoined her by her feet and said "Got it, thanks Mistress". While picking a hair out of his teeth another thought surfaced "Do you see any Libdems?"
"Oh them, they want everything except a good shafting, probably had enough of that from the  Government" she sniggered.
TheTV droned on and David found himself snuggled up to her leg, her left hand gently caressing his head.  A feeling of contentment, something that he hadn't felt for a long time spread over him.

Over the next few days Mee-mee was in attendance a lot, if David wasn't in the dungeon he would sit on the floor in the Kitchen while Mee-mee took her mid morning break.  They chatted about this and that, David kept calling her love, Mee-mee liked that.  One morning Mee-mee didn't appear until late afternoon.  David had been played with for over two hours in the morning, his ass was striped, sore; and his balls had the odd nick on them; from the shaving Mistress had given his bits and bobs earlier.  Mistress with a cut throat razor is a nerve racking event he told Mee-mee.  Mee-mee looked distracted and close to tears, on seeing this David tentatively put an arm round her, gently squeezed, unsure what was wrong; wanting to help his new found friend. Mee-mee broke down and with some urging finally spoke her native accent coming to the fore.  "I'm only forty seven you know, married twenty years, Emma; my wife has Alzheimer's, got it when she was thirty nine.  She's one year older than me" he explained seeing David's confused expression. Squishing, pressing his fingers together he let the dam explode telling David about the desperate visits to the hospital, sitting outside Doctors Consulting Rooms, the anguish, the loss of the person he loved, slipping, fading, melting away.  Sobbing into his palms Mee-mee said in a crackled voice full of emotion "Finally I couldn't cope with her at home and she had to go into a home.  Doesn't know me now, just a shell, empty, uncaring.  Fuck!". He ended spitting the word out.  "I hadn't seen her for six months, they made me stay away, not good for me apparently" he continued "They were right I went this morning two hundred mile round trip to see a nobody, my wife."  Sobbing "My friend, my best friend, my love" he trailed off heartbroken.  David squeezed tighter then rubbed her back. Small circles of comfort.  Eventually the tears dried up. Mee-mee look at David and asked "How's my mascara?"  Looking at the smudged, red eyed face David said "Shite". They both laughed.  "How did you end up here?" David said in an attempt to move the conversation away from the bleeding raw pain.  "For three years I did everything, washing, ironing, shopping, the lot.  I'd always liked dressing up as Mee-mee, Emma didn't mind, she use to quiet like it.  Anyway when you know happened I found Mistress and paid for a TV cleaning session, cost loads of dosh.  After ten minutes I broke down, Mistress was wonderful, sat me down, forced me to tell her.  Made me take the money back, then she told me I was to serve her for as long as I wanted". A determined look came on his face, "I love serving her, I love her; not in the same way as my wife, we're both so lucky to serve you know".  David nodded in agreement not willing to shatter the fragile illusion Mee-mee had.   David hugged her wanting to give comfort and solace.  Mee-mee suddenly kissed David on the cheek and gave a watery smile "Thanks, got to get on"
Davis was bemused, he'd never been kissed by a bloke! But it was ok for now.  They got on, chores and more chores.

Two days later David was in the dungeon strung up on the hoist "Just for a change" he was told.  His arms stretched fully to the heavens, his feet only just flat on the floor. Leg spreader ensured everything was available!  The warm up had been carried out routinely and the cane now was raised, the first stroke was about to consume him, when the Door Entry Phone buzzed.  "Wait here" came the order.  David rolled his eyes and looked upwards, like I'm going anywhere he thought.  Answering the phone; there followed a long conversation that David could not follow, it ended up with a "Bring the little shit up to the top floor, I'll sort him out". With that she pressed the door release button and then turned to David "Your lucky day, but not his". Moments later two women and a youth entered.  The first woman, presumable the mother mid forties dressed in a smart two piece, the second definitely the daughter David reckoned; jeans and a smart top. The lad; scruffy torn jeans and a smart top.  Both women looked comfortable with the surroundings, like they had seen it all before.  The boy who looked between 17 and 20 looked around in awe, David could see he was scared.  David knew that feeling!.  "Greetings peace be with you" said Mistress A.
"And with you" replied the Mother and Daughter, the daughter gave a quick bob curtesy.  The boy didn't move, just looked like a frightened rabbit in the headlights of the car that's about to squash him.   Both women glanced at David and ignored him.  Definitely seen it all before David thought.  "This little worm has hit his sister again, he just won't behave" stressed the Mother in despair.  Mistress A walked over to the youth her eyes full of menace, he tried to keep eye contact, but his courage failed him, he hung his head and trembled. "Thee" came the sharp whispered command, the boy threw himself down, the sister smirked.  "Do you want me to cane him or castrate him" Mistress A asked them both.  The youth wailed, David sympathised with him.  "Not sure" Mother said slyly winking at Mistress A so that her Daughter did not see, she then looked down at her son "I want him to see what is going to happen first before he gets a real beating or you take his balls".  Mistress A smiled looked at the boy and said "Two, hands and knees, follow."   She walked over to David's right side and tapped the boy into the position she wanted with her toe.  Calling his sister to come to his side.  Looking at them both she said "Look and learn, no talking!".  The lad looked up nervously, his sister was no longer smirking.  Walking over to David very slowly picking up a gag Mistress said "Not your lucky day after all". She gagged him and took up her stick.  "Fifty in fives" came the sentence, followed by that all to familiar whistle in the air then crack.  David screamed a muffled protest, this was more than a 10, much more.  Four more followed, he screamed and danced throwing his linked legs into the air.  The boy gasped, the sister went white.  Adjusting the hoist David's legs were taken from the floor, he hung there like a piece of meet, helpless, defenceless.  Taking her position she landed the next five hard as before but much closer together.  David danced in mid air his wrists tasking the full weight, he bit into the gag, the gag saved his tongue.  Screaming and more muffled pleading leaked from his mouth, he would have done anything to make it stop, this was just brutal.  There was a pause, then it continued on and on, relentless; without mercy, the noises David now produced were hardly distinguishable as human.
Eventually the hoist was adjusted so his toes just touched taking a small portion of his weight.  Then another biting five, David's head began to droop the golden light appearing, he rushed to it desperate to escape into its warm embrace.  The last five didn't happen as far as David was concerned, or if they did he didn't notice them, he was away with fairies.
Lowering David down so his feet were flat on the floor she left him dangling but placed a hand on the side of his neck checking his pulse.  She regarded the two, the sister was shaking, her hands on her brother head that was pushed into her midriff, his arms wrapped round her holding on for dear life.  His was crying, begging, pleading her to protect him, she also started to cry, wiping the tears with her right hand.  Mistress A looked on dispassionately and spoke in a very clear clipped voice "Right you next, your Sister can string you up and I'll teach you, in fact I'll break you, it's what you deserve isn't it?"  The boy howled clutching his Sister closer if that was at all possible. His Sister looked down, her tears were now floods, she half turned to protect brother; her back showing to the Mistress who was standing very still, cold, waiting for her prey.  Looking at her Mother she spoke "No Mother, not this, I didn't want this, you can't, you sharn't!" The last couple of words were directed at Mistress A, they were clear, strong, bold, defiant.  The girl became a woman ready to fight.  Mistress tapped her cane against her leg, tap tap tap silence, tap tap tap silence.  The silence went on and on, deafening, the tension building until Mistress A suddenly smiled and said "OK if your sure". The Sister replied firmly "I am, let's go". Mistress A turned to the Mother and said "Can you take your boy downstairs I want your Daughter to help me get David down, might be messy so take the boy away first, and you" she said squatting down and looking at the boy, "Look at me, serve you Mother and Sister well; with joy, willingness and pride, obey them or they won't protect you, why should they, and if they won't protect you from me; who will?"  The shaking boy bowed his head nodding, reluctant to let go of his protector, his Sister who had just saved him.  The Mother finally came over and gently prised them apart mouthing a 'Thank you" at Mistress A who gave a rye smile, their eyes briefly met.  Gratitude and acknowledgement in the exchange.  As the door closed Mistress A swung her full attention onto David, instructing the Sister to put her hands on David's head to protect it while she lowered him down.  Mistress was well use to doing this on her own, but the pretext helped.  "Do you love your Brother" she asked, getting a nod back so added "So why do you keep letting him get into trouble?" The girl shrugged and then realising that there had to be more said "I do love him, he's just a pain sometimes, gets in trouble with my friends"
"Or more likely they get him in trouble" stated Mistress A. "Start standing up for him, especially against you friends" she added forestalling the words balancing on the girls lips.  "Once your friends work out which way the land lies they will back down and give him a chance.  He will start looking to you to lead, so do so.  Who feeds him, your Mother?"  Another nod.  "Well not anymore, you do it, spank him when he needs a spank, hug him when he needs a hug, own him, love him, clear?"  The girl nodded; firmly.  "Oh and think about this" came the last bit of advice "If you can't Dom your Brother; how will you ever Dom your own boy?, think about that, now off you trot".
The girl looked up her eyes red and said softly "Thank you". Then forgetting to bob she left.  As the door swung closed Mistress could her the girls steps speeding up on the stairs as she raced to reach her kin.

Looking down at the still David she knelt next to him and waited for him to come back.
When finally he did she said "I know you didn't like the journey; but was the destination worth it". David was unable to speak, she smiled down at him and said "That's the caning over for now, on Sunday we go to your first Club to play, the club is called 'Devotions'.