MAID FOR HER DILDO! I placed the double-headed dildo on the table in front of me. I like them to see it when I interview them. I want them to know, right from the start that I mean business...maid-training is NOT a game. Not to me..and not to my maids! The new applicant was very handsome. He had long fair hair to his shoulders and the most petulant sulky lips I've ever seen on a man. He smiled shyly and I KNEW he was perfect. I held his letter in my hand and said, "So you want to be a maid?" He met my eye and answered calmly, "Yes. Yes, please." I pretended to read the letter; but I knew its contents by heart. Without looking-up I asked, "You want to be dressed, and trained as a female servant?" He didn't hesitate, not even for a second. "Yes. I will do anything you ask. Anything!" I caressed the huge rubber dildo with my finger. I raised my eyebrow and whispered, "Anything?" He blushed..just like a teenage girl. But his reply was firm. "Yes Miss..anything." I felt the first warm glow of excitement. So many of them are time-wasters..this one could be a REAL maid. "Remove your shirt." I told him as I sat back in my chair. My new leather outfit creaked as I moved. And his eyes crawled all over me. Standing in the middle of my lounge this gorgeous youth licked his soft red lips and unbuttoned his shirt. I waited letting the excitement build. I always enjoyed this part of the interview; as they first realise that their bodies no longer belong to them..but to me! "Take everything off." I barked, "And hurry. I haven't got all day!" He flinched and unbuckled his belt. I saw that his fingers were trembling..and his face had gone pink. I like the shy ones. Humiliation always gets to them. I let him stand there, stark naked, for a long uncomfortable moment. My eyes swept up and down. And he went red. I mean he really blushed. Somehow this made him even more attractive. But I was most impressed. He was totally hairless, which is always a plus. And being slightly overweight the flesh at his chest was full and ripe. And as he shivered with shame and cold I saw his pink nipples go rigid. My eyes ran down. His legs were beautiful; long and slim and smooth. "Stand on tip-toe. I want to see what you'll look like in heels." I whispered, trying to keep the excitement from my words. The she-male obeyed. And I whistled softly; long shapely legs with well defined calf and thigh muscles. Narrow ankles and pretty feet. I kicked off my own stiletto shoes; pink court shoes with a spiky four-inch heel. "Try these. I want to see you walk with my shoes on. DO IT!" I watched with a mounting excitement as this naked youth screwed his toes into my shoes. He wobbled just for a second..and then he walked slowly up and down the lounge. His face was now pale and set; except for two red spots on his high cheek bones. And he looked ravishing! The stiletto heels forced his feet into that excruciatingly uncomfortable but perfect arch; which in turn helped flatten his stomach muscles and reshape his thighs and calves. They were GIRLS legs. Long and colt-like. Beautiful! Trying to sound casual, but knowing the lust in my words was unmistakable I said, "You'll find an apron. On the table. Wear it." he picked up the pink and white pinny with a small smile on his lovely face. And I saw from the way he slipped its wide apron strings about his small waist that he'd worn one before. The cute tea-apron with its tiny oval skirt was exceptionally pretty. A soft nylon creation trimmed with delicate white lace. Suddenly he was ridiculous anymore; in my high-heeled shoes and this fetching pinny he looked very, very sexy! "Turn around." I said. And even I could hear the lust in my voice. He obeyed and I saw that he'd tied the long apron strings into a cute bow so that its trailing strings hung neatly over his full round buttocks. From the back his wider than average hips were unmistakably female and I was almost envious of his hour-glass figure. THIS one wouldn't need much in the way of corset-training. "Do you know how to curtsey?" I asked him. He lowered his eyes shyly and replied. "Yes Miss. I think so." And at that moment he even SOUNDED girlish! I swallowed hard. "Then do it," I whispered thickly, "curtsey to your new Mistress. Tell me you want to be a maid." And he did it! This gorgeous young man, wearing high heeled shoes and a pink pinny curtsied expertly and prettily saying, "Yes Miss. I want to be a maid. I want to be YOUR maid." Our eyes met. And at that moment I knew he was one of the very special kind...one that would share my bed! I picked up a silver bell. I waved it and it pealed out summoning a smartly uniformed maid. She ignored the she-male but he cringed at the sight of her. "Take this new trainee maid. I want him with the fifties-look, pony-tail, Bridgit Bardot lips, tight frock and girdles. You know what I mean?" The maid didn't sound curious, or surprised, "Yes Miss. I understand." She turned and looked at Mike for the first time. I saw his face go an even deeper red. He was clearly crushed at being seen by such a young woman. But when she took his arm he meekly allowed her to lead him away... to the cellar! I gave her an hour..and then I joined them. But I was in for a disappointment; he looked pretty enough..but it wasn't exactly what I'd had in mind. I shoved the satin-uniformed maid out of my way. I was very angry. I tugged at the she-males open-necked satin blouse saying; "I want a TIGHT collar. Didn't I make myself plain. EVERYTHING he wears must be tight, tight TIGHT!!." The maid flushed and apologised. But I was in a bad mood now. I noticed his bra under the thin satin blouse. It was a very pretty half cup. I ripped the blouse open angrily. "And this is wrong. I told you. I want him in a cone-shaped bra. A TIGHT, fifties type brassiere. get this off. get EVERYTHING off him now. I want him in ear-rings that grip his ear-lobes TIGHTLY; I want him in a tight rubber girdle; I want to see him walking in a TIGHT satin skirt. I want him in high heeled shoes with a tightly fastened ankle-strap...and I want him in tight-fitting elbow-length gloves! Am I getting through to you girl?" The maid was terrified. She curtsied prettily and whispered that she understood. The she-male had said nothing. He was too scared. RIGHTLY scared! He simply waited pale-faced and nervous. He too was afraid. I enjoyed scaring them, it excited me. I reached inside the half-open blouse. I cupped his lace and satin bra. As I squeezed his soft girlish breast he bit his lip. I watched his face carefully as I massaged him. His eyes shone...his face went a bright pink. "Do you like wearing this pretty brassiere?" I asked. He swallowed before answering me. "Yes Miss. I like it." He whispered. I tugged at his wide plastic belt. A shiny pink belt that helped shape his nipped-in waistline. Its huge silver buckle gave way and I reached for the side-button of his pencil skirt. Now I was aroused. I fumbled at with the zipper of his white linen skirt. Seconds later it slithered to his ankles. His face was burning and I saw him glance at the maid. I knew he hated being pawed in front of her...and I loved shaming him. I slid my palm over the front of his smooth shimmering underskirt. I could feel his stomach muscles flutteringly nervously as I caressed him. I reached round behind him. My fingers clawed at his tightly muscled and very girlish buttocks. My fingers dipped inside the tight elastic waistband of the silk slip..and it followed the skirt to his ankles. I stared for long moment at his tiny lace trimmed panties; then I dragged his bikini panties down... Mike gasped as I grabbed him. "Put your hands behind your back." I ordered. Mike obeyed instantly. I beckoned to the maid. She too had gone pink in the face. "Stand behind him. Hold his breasts. You know what to do." The pretty uniformed girl did as she was told. And Mike was enveloped between us. Her small hands, with their long pink nails, cupped his white bra. I nudged his smooth white thighs apart and groped him shamelessly. Tears of shame rolled down his powdered cheeks. I kissed his soft pink lips. And I wondered if I should get him into a sexy satin nightdress. I could have a quick session with him in my bedroom. Or should I wait until he's properly dressed. I could always do it to him in the lounge..in front of the maid! I spoke to the maid over his shoulder as my hands crudely fondled his feminised body. "Get him dressed properly. Bring him to my bedroom when he's ready." The maid was nibbling his ear, her hands mauled his small breasts. She was slack-jawed with lust and I knew that she would use him as soon as my back was turned....but that was what he was for after-all! The maids name was Jenny. She closed the door after her Mistress. And locked it. Mike was weak-kneed with desire. He collapsed into her embrace and they kissed passionately. Jenny wasted no time; she took him standing up against the wall. Her small but muscular body jerking furiously against him until she sighed and released him. She talked to him as she prepared him for his Mistress. "One day we'll be together, you will be my pretty satin-clad bride!" Mike felt a surge of hot excitement. "You mean I could wear a satin wedding gown?" Jenny smiled. "Yes. A shimmering ivory satin wedding dress and white pearls. A gorgeous veil and white silk gloves. You will make an adorable bride." They kissed once more. She brought him to me...he looked stunning. He waltzed towards the bed wearing a short nylon nightdress...and silver heels. A single rope of pearls and matching ear-rings. I tumbled him onto the bed. I mounted him. I nudged his thighs apart. And we made love..I slid the dildo between his thighs and he squealed with lust. He loved it. And so did I!