Date: Tue, 22 Jun 2010 10:41:24 +0100
From: kit <kittyh55@hotmail.com>
Subject: Virginia's pets part 1 bi authoritarian

			      VIRGINIA'S PETS

				 by Harte

	This is the story of how a drunk and her son came to fall under the
	dominance of the Lady from the big house.

Part 1

Virginia Smythe looked at the trembling woman before her with contempt. She
was a gibbering wreck, clearly half-drunk at three in the afternoon.  No
wonder she hadn't paid the rent!  It was time she learnt her lesson.

"You owe over seven months rent.  Where is it?"

"I am sorry.  I haven't got it" whimpered the snivelling woman.

"So, what do you expect?  To live rent-free?  Either you pay up, now, or I
have my solicitor take proceedings to have you and your son evicted."

That did it.  The woman broke down and sobbed, begging to be allowed more
time to pay.  By now she was sweating and her cheap cotton frock clung to
her unwashed body.

"Let us be honest.  You haven't a hope in hell of repaying over £7,000 do
you."  The woman nodded her acknowledgement.  "So here is my proposition.
You (and your son) will work off the debt by acting as my unpaid servants
for seven months.  If you satisfy me, and only if you satisfy me, I will
write the debt off.  But I must warn you now, I am a very demanding lady,
and will expect and get total obedience, total service.  You have the great
privilege of making something out of your worthless existence by serving
me."  She paused to let her words sink in before demanding her tenant's
answer.

"I don't have a choice, do I."

"Not if you don't want to end up on the streets, no.  Return at six ready
to begin your service."

xxxxxxxx

Just after six the front door bell rang.  Virginia let it ring.
Eventually, it stopped and five minutes later the phone rang.  A drunken
voice asked why the door had been closed to her?  "As a mere servant you
don't come to the front door.  The servants' entrance is round the back.
So you had better get there and quickly.  You are already late.  And the
longer you keep me waiting the worse your treatment will be."  And with
that Virginia hung up.

Three minutes later the back door bell rang.  Virginia went and opened it.
If anything the slut was in even greater disarray than before, her frock
sticking to her scrawny frame like a glove, so tight indeed one could see
her panties underneath.  And she stank of cheap wine and sweat.

"What do you want?" Virginia demanded.

"I've come as you ordered Miss.  To serve."

"Do you normally turn up for work drunk and stinking like some cheap
whore?"  The woman blinked at her, mouth open, unable to respond.  "Go
home.  Take a cold shower.  And change.  White blouse, white knickers, and
black skirt.  And black sling-backs.  Return at eight clean and sober and
dressed exactly as ordered.  And if you don't then you can forget our
arrangement, and you and your precious son will be out on your ear within a
week."  Once more the door was slammed in her face.  Mandi burst into tears
and then left.

At eight Mandi returned, this time reasonably sober and reasonably clean.
She rang the bell and waited.  She was admitted to an old fashioned country
kitchen, full of sparkling pots and pans and two huge sinks.  There wasn't
a modern appliance to be seen, not even an electric kettle.  Her mistress
led her through the kitchen to a small bare room housing just a narrow
single iron-framed bed, a chair, a leather covered frame and a potty.

"This is where you will stay when required to serve over night!"  Virginia
explained.  "And this is where you will come for correction when you fail
to obey my orders.  Like now."

"But I have done what you said, Miss."

"No you haven't.  Think carefully.  You are wearing one item too many."

Surely she didn't mean her bra?  Mandi blushed as she asked if that was the
garment her mistress meant.  Virginia nodded.  "But I always wear a bra."
she explained.

"No you don't.  Not any more.  When you work for me your tits will be free
of any support; they will flop around rubbing up against you blouse, a
constant reminder you are no longer a free woman.  Take it off!  Now!"

Tearfully, Mandi obeyed, and to obey she had first to remove her blouse.
Never had she felt so exposed.  As quickly as she could she re-clothed
herself, her tits now flopping down and every time she moved they seemed to
have a life of their own.  And worse, the constant rubbing stimulated her
nipples making them stiffen.

"I hadn't expected to have to correct you so soon into your service, but
you have to learn to obey my orders to the letter.  I am going to spank
you, hard, over your bottom, and now.  So over you go." And she pointed to
the leather covered whipping-horse.

"You must be joking" Mandi protested.  "Do you think I am going to let you
spank me?  Are you some sort of pervert, or what?"

She bent down to pick up her bra.  A mistake.  Virginia aimed a well
directed kick at her tight bottom and Mandi sprawled on the floor.

"Listen to me you little slut, you are going over that frame now or else"
and she kicked her again on her pussy.  Mandi screamed but rose this time
obediently and laid herself over the whipping-frame.

Time to teach her a few lessons thought Virginia as she picked up a short
leather tawse.  In a trice the woman's skirt was up over her back, her full
arse-cheeks exposed, her panties, already damp pulled tight in to
arse-crack.  Slowly, methodically the lady of the house whipped her new
servant with the light leather tawse until Mandi's arse was red and sore.

Punishment completed the woman rose, her face as red as her buttocks, and
stood there trembling at the shock of it all.  She was broken, at least for
a while, all desire to resist her new employer had gone.

Two hours later she was dismissed with instructions to report back at ten
the following morning.  She hurried home; all she could think about was the
half-finished bottle of wine waiting in her fridge.  So eager was she to
get home she even forgot to put her bra back on and that was the first
thing Jamie noticed when she entered the small lodge.

"Where you been mum?" he asked.

"At the big house.  I have got a job there, cleaning and that sort of
thing."

"What's the new owner like?"

How could she admit to her own son that she had committed him as well as
her to seven months of servitude?  All she replied was "strict", and
hurried into the kitchen for a drink.

xxxxx

At precisely ten o'clock Mandi rang the bell on the servants' door and
waited.  Her tits unencumbered by a bra felt more alive, more sensitive
than they had in years.  She was almost looking forward to seeing her new
mistress.  For the first time in years she had a purpose in life.  Why did
this woman both frighten and yet attract her?  The two hours she had spent
the previous night in her company had been extraordinary For through clever
questioning Virginia Smythe had got her complete life story.  How she had
run away from home when she was 17.  How she had ended up in a violent
relationship with a drug user and even made to work the streets as a
prostitute to feed his habit.  Which is how her son Jamie appeared.  When
she was pregnant her 'lover' kicked her out.  And since then she had
drifted from one menial job to the next.

The entry phone squawked into life and Mandi was admitted to the big house.
Piled high on the kitchen table were the dirty crocks from last night and
this morning's breakfast, in one of the sinks the dirty pots and pans.  And
by the sink a simple note 'Do the washing up then report to me in the
little sitting room.'

It took over half an hour to complete her first task.  Mandi surveyed the
clean plates draining on the side; she would have dried them but she
couldn't find a cloth.  With beating heart she made her way to the room she
had been interviewed in the night before, her tits swinging under her
blouse.  She knocked at the door and was admitted.

"How is my pet this morning?  Ready and eager to please me?"

"Yes, Miss"

"Good.  Go upstairs to my bedroom, the third door on the right, and bring
down the dirty undies you will find there."

Whilst Mandi explored the first floor and found her Mistress's boudoir,
Virginia inspected the kitchen and the undried washing-up.  She smiled to
herself.

When Mandi returned to the kitchen, her hands full of dirty undies and a
nightie, she found an unsmiling Mistress.

"Why are these undried?  Do you expect your Mistress to complete your
task?"

"I couldn't find a drying-up cloth Miss."

"You didn't look very hard did you."  And she pulled open a drawer full of
cloths.  "When you are given a task, I expect it to be completed.  Go into
your punishment room, strip to your panties, and wait for me."

Crestfallen Mandi went to the little room.  Reluctantly she obeyed her
owner's command and stripped to her little white knickers.  A few minutes
later Virginia entered, pleased to see how quickly her pet was accepting
such orders.  She sat on the single hard-backed chair and called her over.

"Since you act like a silly little girl I am going to treat you like one.
Over my knee, pet, whilst I spank your naughty bottie!"

Poor Mandi burst into tears, but obeyed, her near naked frame exposed as
soon was her bottom as Virginia pulled down her panties.  With caressing
hands she spanked her pet slowly and carefully making sure no part of her
buttocks were unmarked.  And Mandi sobbed silently as her buttocks once
more received correction.

Punishment over, Mandi rose and stood eyes downcast before her Mistress.
Why did it feel so right to stand barely clothed before her?  Why did her
cunt feel more alive than it had in years?  She ached to be touched, to be
caressed between her legs.  She could feel her panties dampen, her nipples
rise.

"Is pet sorry for being such a silly girl?"

"Yes Miss."

"And will you try harder to please me?"

"Yes Miss, I will" she replied as she redressed herself.

 xxxxx

Her next task was to hand-wash her Mistress's beautiful undies and sexy
nightie.  And then to hang them out to dry on the little washing-line in
the small courtyard at the back door.

And so she was given task after task: making her bed; cleaning the silver;
brushing the stair-carpet; cleaning the bath and shower; ironing two of
Mistress's blouses.  At one o'clock she prepared a light salad for her
owner and took it into her in the small sitting room.  She was made to
stand and wait until her Mistress had completed her repast, before
gathering the dirty plate and taking it back to the kitchen to wash and
dry.  Thus did the day pass, menial task after menial task, her only regret
was her Mistress said little or nothing, save to issue new orders.

At three the bell rang in the kitchen and she reported for the umpteenth
time to the sitting room where her Mistress announced it was time she
inspected her property, and a few minutes later the two walked over to the
little lodge.  And for the first time in years Mandi was ashamed at the
state it was in.  Virginia inspected every room before she passed
judgement.

"This place is a total tip!  You will clean it from top to toe, every room
except Jamie's room.  That we will deal with later.  I shall return at ten
tomorrow morning.  If it is not sparkling clean, I shall punish you as
never before.  Do you understand?"

You can imagine Jamie's surprise when he returned from college to find his
mother cleaning!  And how!  This was no token tidying up; the hoover was
out; surfaces dusted and then polished; even the bath was cleaned.  Once
more he noticed (a) his mother wasn't drunk and (b) once more she was
bra-less!  He fled to the comforting squalor of his bedroom.

Mandi waited breathless for the arrival of her new owner.  Ten passed; no
Miss Smythe.  Ten thirty, still no visitor.  Frustration led Mandi back to
her universal comforter, the bottle.  She was just about to pour herself a
slug of vodka when the front door bell rang.  She positively ran to the
door to admit her new Mistress.

Virginia viewed her pet's flushed and eager face with satisfaction.  In a
mere two days and the pet was showing all those signs of dependence
Virginia intended and required.  It was time to take her further.

"We will start upstairs.  Lead the way, pet."

The first inspection began in the bathroom.  The bath had been cleaned,
though the taps could do with more polishing.  The toilet bowl had been
cleansed and the seat wiped, but when she lifted the seat it was clear the
underside had not been cleaned.  Mandi stared at it with horror.

"You call that clean?" Virginia barked.

"No Miss, Sorry Miss."

"You will be sorry" her Mistress replied ominously.  "Right, pet's room
next.  Lead the way."

Mandi's room had been tidied rather than cleaned.  There was dust under the
bed; the windows had not been touched; there was a profusion of old make-up
on the little vanity table.  Virginia made extensive notes in her little
book before moving onto to pet's drawers.  A command and pet emptied her
undies drawer onto the bed before hurrying downstairs to fetch a black
plastic rubbish bag.  Virginia sorted the undies into two piles; those that
looked new or hinted at style or sophistication went into one pile; old and
little girlie panties into another.  Pointing to the nice undies, she
ordered pet to place them in the bag.  Tearfully, Mandi obeyed.  The same
process was applied to her bras except this time Virginia left pet with
just two, both plain white, not that pet would be wearing them very often.

Next Mandi was forced to model every dress she owned.  Most were rejected
as being too sophisticated or too dull and added to the discard pile.  She
was left with just one dress, a rather tarty black number with a short hem.
Her blouses were even easier to cull; only plain white blouses were left;
similarly only plain black skirts.  Her shoes followed; she was allowed one
pair of high heels and three ugly flat black sling-backs.

It took nearly an hour to complete a total reduction of pet's wardrobe to
the basic minimum and there were five black rubbish bags full of her
clothes.

"Stop snivelling" Virginia commanded.  "From now on I shall decide what you
wear.  As my pet you won't need many clothes.  After all you won't be going
out socially for the next seven months so you don't need anything very
sophisticated.  You can take these off to the second-hand shop in Market
Street and sell them.  You will then report to the big house with the money
collected and the receipt.  Off you go and don't take an age over your
little task."

Mandi bent down to retrieve one of her two bras but Virginia stopped her.
"You won't need a bra, pet.  I am sure the lady who runs the shop won't
notice if you wear a nice tight blouse."

 ****

With the pet gone on her errand, Virginia moved on to the lad's room.  It
was a total tip and obviously had not been cleaned in months, if not years.
It stank of stale sweat and dirty undies and dried cum.  And there under
his stinking pillow was his cum-rag.  His porn-stash was under his
mattress. (Why do boys always hide their dirty secrets under there?)
Virginia smiled as she surveyed the lad's considerable collection.  This
will make him an easy target she thought to herself as she returned the
grubby mags to their hiding-place.

His undies were the usual mixture of briefs and boxer-shorts.  Virginia
retrieved a pair of scissors from her handbag and cut off the fly buttons
off the boxers before slipping pet's little vibrator in amongst the lad's
undies.  She had seen enough for the moment, and left to return to the Hall
to await the return of her pet.

Mandi received 23 pounds, small compensation for virtually a full wardrobe.
She left the shop in tears to return to the Hall where she handed over the
money and the receipt.

"Don't cry" said her Mistress.  "Pet has no more use for such big girl's
clothes.  I am sure we can find you some nice lil girl panties with the
money you have got.  You would like that wouldn't you."  Mandi nodded her
head as she wiped her tears dry.

Virginia took out her little notebook and read out the list of faults in
bathroom and bedroom.  Mandi listened, appalled how far below standard her
work had fallen.

"I am so sorry Miss" she responded.  "I will try to do better."

"I am sure you will, pet, but I am afraid that doesn't excuse you nor the
spanking you so richly deserve.  Go to your room, strip naked, and wait for
me."

Mandi stood there her hands covering her cunt, shivering.  How had it come
to this?  This woman seemed to have got total control over her, and in a
mere three days.  But what could she do?  If she didn't obey they would be
evicted.  It was so humiliating to be treated like a naughty girl yet she
could feel her wetness between her legs.  How could that be?  She had never
been with a woman and now this austere matron had her leaking love-juices.
It was so confusing.

She lowered her eyes as her Mistress entered the room and sat on the chair.
"Over my knee, pet" came the command, and over she went.  The spanking was
low and slow more intended to make a point than to punish, her bum reddened
but never hit so hard as to evince a whimper.

Fustigation concluded Mandi rose to face her new owner.  Virginia stared
down at her skirt and smiled to herself.  The pet had left her token of
respect in the form of a damp patch.

"Look at the mess you have made" she commanded, pointing to the mess.  "Do
you normally get so excited at the mere touch of another woman?"

"I am sorry.  Sorry.  Sorry" And she burst into tears.

"Don't worry, pet.  I know you can't help yourself, but I shall have to add
to your next punishment.  Meanwhile get dressed and go to the kitchen and
do the washing up." And with that Virginia left.

At four she dismissed pet for the day but with the order to remove the
toilet-seat and send Jamie round with it; to the back door, of course.

*****

To be continued.

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