Yes, it has been a little while since I have posted. Terribly busy with work and wanted to take enough time to describe the wonderful weekend when Mady formally entered service as the Lady of the House’s maid. Hannah wrote a little bit about Mady’s requests here but until I read that I had no idea. Instead, having spent my day en femme it was time to dress Mady in the formal outfit she and Hannah had come up with for formal occasions.
I climbed the stairs to her space and politely knocked. In the last month I had discovered that Mady was more than capable of being a thoroughly demanding young miss in her own space. I had spent a daily ten minutes with my nose pressed against her moist panties in a corner she had designated. But this was the first time I had been to her door uncaged. Worse, Hannah tripled my micro dose of Viagra and I realized that even with my panti girdle on my cock was very hard indeed at the prospect of dressing such a pretty young girl.
“Just a minute” I heard Mady call. I waited and, eventually, her door opened. She had just stepped out of her shower and was wearing a very sheer robe.
“You look lovely Miss.” I said quite truthfully.
“Thank you. I am going to need your help with my uniform in a few minutes. But first I need to do my hair and make up. Here are my panties and you can strip and go to your corner while I get ready.”
“Yes Miss.” I took her lovely full cut white cotton panties, undressed and stood in the corner. Mady’s scent is very different from Hannah’s. Each are intoxicating but Mady’s is somehow earthier, the difference between a rich red wine and a beautiful Chablis. As I stood I became very hard indeed. A fact Mady noticed in her mirror.
“You seem eager.” she said knowing I could not respond while I was in my corner. “I see what Madam means.”
I heard Mady come up behind me and then felt her hand on my rigid cock.
“Not tiny, but nothing to worry about.” there was a laugh in her voice, “So in a few hours I have to submit to this. Well, Madam does say you are an excellent spanker and, though I don’t have permission to do this until I have sworn my bond, I gather you have excellent oral skills. But there is no danger my gag reflex will be involved in tonight’s proceedings.”
Mady stroked my cock fairly hard and then dug her long nails into the throbbing purple head. “Time to dress me. Just put on your bra and girdle and you can get to work.”
it was not the easiest thing in the world to pull up my pantie girdle over my rock hard cock but I managed and then turned to see Mady sitting at her vanity. She had on her robe and a pair of very pretty black lace panties. Lying on the chaise beside her was a corset, stockings and a dress. Mady stood up and turned away from me.
“Now hand me the corset first. And no peeking.” I did as I was told and was rewarded with a lovely view of her pretty breasts in her vanity mirror. Mady was a gracefully built girl, her breasts were teardrops, high on her lithe torso and her nipples turned nicely upwards resting on a rounded fullness beneath. The corset was rather cunningly designed. It was a conventional long Victorian design which rested on her hips. But it was neither over nor properly under bust; rather it had quarter cups which supported and presented Mady’s breasts without covering the nipples. It was made of a very simple black satin undercasing covered in delicate black lace.
Mady had been wearing a corset for service for several weeks and, as I began to lace her in, I realized that she would easily meet the twenty one inch waist standard Hannah preferred.
“You’ll have to lace me tighter than that Sir. The dress has a nineteen and a half inch waist which mean I have to be nineteen. But not to worry. I have been wearing a training corset in the evenings and I have managed to lace myself down to eighteen and a half. Very Victorian.”
I pulled on the ribbons of her corset and she was quite right. She had sewn a mark for nineteen inches on the ribbons and I could see five more which would take her all the way down to seventeen and a half inches. But not tonight. I tied off the ribbons.
At the bottom of the corset were six thin garter straps with metal stockings tabs. I knelt behind Mady and she rested her hand on my shoulder as she slipped her foot into the first stocking. I rolled it up her leg. It was a long stocking ending well up her thigh. She fastened the front tab leaving me to do the side and rear and then we repeated the process with her other stocking.
“Now, Hold my dress.”
The dress was a well constructed, very plain, sheath with just a slit in the back to allow Mady to walk, carefully. I had to ease it over her hips and then she wriggled into the bodice. I fastened the hooks and eyes which closed the back.
Again, from behind I handed her her very well starched, lace trimmed, cocktail apron which was more a mark of her station than of any practical value. I tied the bow tight right at her corseted waist.
“Thank you. Now, I know that Madam is expecting you for cocktails shortly so you don’t need to rinse out my panties tonight. Off you go.”
I did as I was told.