Message-ID: <2588eli$9708021814@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: nostrumo@nienor.IN-Berlin.DE (Nostrumo) Subject: Repost TG: Allysyn One : Your introduction by Tim Whetung (1/1) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.tg,alt.sex.stories.moderated Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <5s0a68$msi@nienor.in-berlin.de> Hi. The difficulties of being in service on a party. As usual I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null. If you are an author and wish to remain anonymouns or just try to avoid the replies to your work. I offer you the chance of posting your stories and collecting the response for you. This offer only stands for story postings and for nothing else. Enjoy the story. Ciao Nostrumo >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> cut here with a sharp knife <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Allysyn One : Your introduction by Tim Whetung "Allysyn! Get in here this instant!!" My Mistress calls! She sounds angry thought. "What transgression could I have possibly committed?", I thought, quickly quashing the question in my mind. A slave's lot is not to question, merely to serve and obey. I quickly turned and went to Mistress, eagerly in fact, even though I knew I She was angry. Passing by a hall mirror, I checked my uniform briefly so as to avoid angering Mistress further. The tight French Maids outfit was all in place: the short, black satin skirt, the black satin chemise with ruffled white lace trim (low cut, to show my lack of cleavage), white lace apron, maids cap perched on top of mu carefully coiffured chestnut brown wig, petticoats to fluff out the skirt, black, seamed fishnet stockings, black patent leather four and a half inch heels, elbow length black satin gloves, and to top everything off, a two inch wide black leather collar fastened tightly around my neck. "I hope Mistress would be pleased with my outfit and my carefully applied makeup", I thought as I hurried to the Sanctum, Mistress' bedroom. I entered with my hands held behind my back and my head down as I had been taught, looking at my shoes as Mistress spoke. "Allysyn, what is this spot on my bedspread? Have you been playing with yourself in here, you nasty little thing? You know that you are not allowed to touch yourself or to enter this room without my express permission. And just look at you!" Mistress walked around me, looking at me with disdain as she spoke. "Stocking seams crooked, cap on improperly, clumsy makeup. Are you trying to embarrass me in front of my guests this evening? Goddess only knows what else is wrong with you today. Bend over and hold your ankles. Let me see if you are in uniform correctly." As I bent over, wondering how the spot had gotten there, I realized that I was in fact out of uniform. "You bad, bad girl! Did I say that you could put on panties this morning? No, I did not. And where is yesterdays punishment? Did I say that you could remove your butt-plug? No, I did not! You seem to be disobeying orders much more frequently lately. I may have to send you away for more training if this keeps up. For now, you will go to the Punishment Room and assume the Position. You may walk there bent over like that for a start. I will be there later, after you have had time to consider your behaviour. Now get going you little slut!" Bent over double is not the most efficient way to walk. I was very slow and bumped into several of Mistress' guests as I made my way to the Punishment Room. This did nothing to improve Mistress' mood. "You stupid wench, you're so clumsy! Hurry up and get to the Room. You'll be getting double the punishment for all this trouble you've caused!" I entered the Punishment Room and assumed the position. This involved taking off my outer garment, leaving me in a very tight red leather corset with garters, and the fishnet stockings. Placing the panties in my mouth, I knelt opposite the doorway with my knees spread as wide as possible. I was in plain site of Mistress' guests as they walked past the door and made crude comments about my position, to my utter humiliation. You see, in that position it was plain to see that, though my garment, hair and makeup were wonderfully feminine, my erect penis was undeniably male. (continued in next message...) 1 -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /