Ms. Rhonda's Finishing School Ch. 04

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This tale involved crossdressing and BDSM play. If these subjects do not interest you, then I wish you well, and hope you find a story on the site which you will enjoy.

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Holly

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MS. RHONDA'S FINISHING SCHOOL FOR GURLS (Chapter Four)

I thought it might be fun to let the gurls who Rhonda is helping, or is yet to help, have a chapter or two where they can express their own feelings. I wanted to see where this different way of looking at things might lead the story. In the end, it surprised even me.

ABBY'S TALE

When I awoke early the next morning, it was to the most beautiful sight. The dark haired dominant looked lovely as she rested. I moved slowly from the bed as to not awaken her. The last afternoon and evening had proven me to be wrong. I didn't think the happiness I had always dreamed of might exist, and here she was, living proof. I slipped on the robe I had worn last evening, making my way into the kitchen. To my delight, I found Patricia up as well, a smile on her face as she gave me a hug. I smiled saying, "I have an idea."

As I explained it to her, the blue eyed maid's eyes began to sparkle, and by the time I was done, she had taken my hand, and led me upstairs. It was a bit like dying and going to heaven, seeing all the beautiful dresses and items to accompany them. Waiting but for a moment, we made a plan, and a minute or two later we headed back down with the necessary things we required, to put it into action.

When I knocked gently on the door, I was rewarded with a bit of a sleepy voice, biding me to enter, and when I did I saw Miss Rhonda give me a smile, her voice kind in saying, "Abby, what a wonderful surprise, and don't you look beautiful my dear."

Like my counterpart, it was now my turn to blush as I walked in with a breakfast tray in hand, my body dressed so that Patricia and I could have been twins, except my maid's attire was pink and white, versus the traditional black and white she favored. I walked over, gently placing the tray so that it straddled her, the smell of coffee and the fragrant croissant with the butter melting, quickly filling the room as I said, "I wanted to say thank you for all that you did for me Miss Rhonda."

The dark haired dominant's smile grew wider as she motioned and I poured a cup of the fragrant brew only to hear, "So Abby, what do you think of Missy?"

I couldn't help the smile which warmed my face as I said, "If you would have asked me a few days ago, if I thought that such a woman as Missy existed for me, then I would have told you no. I never dreamed I would find someone, who would not only allow me to engage in the type of pet play I enjoy, but in addition, serve in the traditional sense of a submissive. Mistress not only allows it, she encourages it, and when we talked last night, I felt like I had been waiting my entire lifetime for her. If this is a dream then I hope to never awaken."

I got her full smile for that one, as I looked up and she saw the tears in my eyes, showing my happiness. It seemed to be a trait I had picked up from her own submissive and it was one of the reasons I had suggested that the two of us might deliver each other's Owner's respective meals. I bit down gently on my bottom lip, as the woman who took a bite of the flaky pastry chewed slowly, her attention never wavered on me and like the Mistress who I had met only yesterday, she was quite...observant.

"Why do I sense little one, that you have something to tell me?"

I did indeed want to show her my appreciation, but as Patricia had found the nerve to talk to Missy, to speak for me, I felt I could do nothing more than repay the kind, generous favor. When we had dressed this morning, the blue eyed maid had shared a few things with me. I knew the strong feelings she had toward the Mistress of the house ,and how she might desire more, but was afraid to upset the apple cart. So, I decided I would tip it over for her.

"Miss Rhonda, Patricia is aware the collar she wears is one as much for her protection, as it is to show the store's ownership of her. I know that she wants more than that, but she's far too timid to ask on her own."

I saw the woman in the bed fighting not to smile, her voice turning a bit more authoritative, before saying, "So, she has sent you here to be her spokesperson gurl?"

I shook my head saying, "I swear to you M'lady, Patricia has no idea I am telling you these things. Missy told me last night what Patricia said to her, how she asked for her to give me the same chance you gave her, and all I wanted to do was...," suddenly I thought, perhaps I had not thought this entire thing through.

To my surprise, a gentle laugh came forth as I heard, "Forgive me Abby, I could not help but tease you a bit. I think it's wonderful that you would be so brave as to speak to me about such things. Now, tell me everything."

By the time I had finished, Patricia had done the same as I. She had delivered Missy's tray, getting her own smile for her act of kindness as the two of them had shared words. The lovely young maid had been touched by the words of thanks the dark haired dominant had spoken to her, unaware of how I set things in motion with her own Owner. For now though, after Patricia had finally left the room, I walked in and knelt beside the bed, where the woman who I thought only existed in my dreams waited.

"Well, well I see someone else has a penchant for maid's attire. You look stunning Abby, very pretty." I graciously accepted her compliments, making sure I presented myself properly, before softly asking for permission to speak. We had gone over quite a few of the rules that Missy told me I would be held in strict accordance to follow last night, so I knew what I could or could not do, but still, I wanted her permission before I might have crossed a line.

"Mistress, I wanted to thank Patricia for speaking as she did to you yesterday, in a physical manner. This morning when we dressed together, she told me a few of her desires, and as she did you, I served breakfast to her Owner and shared them with her."

Once again, I couldn't help but feel like perhaps I had indeed overstepped my boundaries, by not asking her first as I saw a bit of a conflicted look on her face. "So, you did this without consulting me young lady? There are consequences to such actions Abby, no matter how good your intentions are, but I do understand you did this to benefit Patricia, not yourself. Still, a punishment will be called for, is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress, whatever you feel is necessary, I willingly accept."

"Very well then, tell me what you shared with Miss Rhonda, every word you spoke, so that I can determine what type of correction you will receive, and how you wish to properly thank the gurl."

By the time I had finished, I saw as her counterpart had, how she was struggling not to smile. In the end, I got her blessing, though she had promised I would indeed pay for my having spoken out of turn, and as I walked down the hallway, I smiled in anticipation. To be corrected at the hand of my dominant for me was a treat, not a torture. But for now though, I had my sights set on the individual who was in the kitchen, tidying up the mess we had made. I remembered the main rule that my new Owner had charged me with, how everything below my waist belonged strictly to her, but above it, was a different story. I had her blessing and I was about to take full advantage of it, and the young gurl who was quite unaware of my presence.

When I entered, she had her back to me, washing a dish as I looked at the lovely figure she cut in the uniform she wore so proudly. I walked up until she felt me press my body against her, a gasp escaping her lips as mine found the back of her neck, planting a soft kiss on it. The plate fell from her hand, shattering in the sink as I let my hands take liberties, capturing her waist before slowly sliding down until the slipped under her skirt.

The stiffness of the petticoat in contrast to the material before I found the object of my desire.

Her body trembled almost violently as I let my fingertips trace over the silky lace which kept her secret at bay, but quickly began to strain against its confines as I felt it harden. My kisses now became more frequent, my free arm turning the gurl so that I could see her eyes clouding over with the feelings that even now were running wild through her body. I let my mouth capture hers, my tongue finding entrance as she moaned into my mouth, such sweet surrender.

When the kiss broke, her body was putty in my hands, her own holding onto the countertop for fear of her legs not supporting her. My smile was a bit of a wicked one as I slowly, tantalizingly, lowered myself to my knees, my eyes never leaving hers. It took some doing but finally I pulled down her panties, taking her ankles and gently lifting each until the garment lay on the floor. It was all part of the plan I had formulated, but right now I was as lost as she was, seeing her desire right in front of me, and I was hungry to please.

I let my tongue flick out, finding a drop of her already waiting for me and as I savored the taste, I saw her eyelids close as her body shuddered. We both shared a desire, a distinct need to serve others and for me this was no different. Dominant or submissive, the shy, quiet, perhaps not so innocent gurl before me deserved the best I could offer her, and I gave her that, and more.

By the time she neared her release, her cries were loud, and the audience we were unaware of, watched as a tandem from just around the corner. Both of our Owners viewing the decadent sight, as their charges danced together as one. I felt Patricia's body convulse, and she filled my mouth, the stream of her desire coming in spurts, one after another until she had no more to offer me.

When I stood up, I pulled her into my arms, seeing how her eyes were now filled with the passion we had just shared and as my mouth again took hers, I let her share in the unique taste that was hers. By the time I had finished, I turned, walking past the two women who my fellow maid was still unaware had been watching, as I gave them a smile, twirling the black lace panties on one of my fingers, having kept a memento of the occasion. It would be the impetus for what was about to happen.

I turned and stopped, knowing how Miss Rhonda would give the gurl a moment or two to regain a bit of her composure, but when she entered the room, I couldn't see what transpired, I could only hear it.

"Why Patricia, you look flushed, is something wrong my dear?"

I heard a soft voice stuttering and stammering, knowing how she would be caught, unsure as to wherever or not to tell her Owner what had transpired, or to perhaps tell a small, white lie while being unaware in the end, each of them would cost her dearly.

I heard a gasp, as Miss Rhonda's voice was easily heard saying, "Where are your panties young woman?"

I couldn't help but grin, seeing them in my hand, knowing how the figure that now probably stood with her head hanging down, was turning that lovely shade of red that her body was capable of. I had a feeling my own Owner had conspired with her new friend as I heard her say, "Obviously Patricia has been hiding a few secrets from you Rhonda. Perhaps she's not really quite as innocent as she appears to be."

"Wait here with her please Missy. I fear I've been far too lax with this one."

I didn't have enough time to hide as Miss Rhonda walked out, seeing me holding her submissive's panties, as she gave me a wink before taking my hand and leading me downstairs. Once again my eyes opened wide for the second time that day, seeing the playground for adults which the cavernous space had been transformed into. I watched as she picked up a few things before turning to me, the smile on her face a wicked one as she lifted a single finger, and beckoned for me to come closer.

I moved slowly but obediently over, still a bit in awe of my surroundings as pulled a set of chains down from the ceilings, the metal shackles quickly capturing my wrists, the locks closing snapping in place as I looked at her in confusion. I felt the lacy material being taken from my hand as she said, "Open wide my dear," I did, and she filled my mouth with her submissive's undergarment, a piece of tape placed over my lips, insuring it wouldn't be possible for me to dislodge it.

By the time she got back up to the top of the stairs, I moaned through the makeshift gag as a switch was hit and I would have cried out loudly under other circumstances, as the room was plunged into darkness.

I'm not sure how much time passed, but as I stood there I should have known that the two dominants would have compared notes, and in the end had put together their own plan as to how to handle both of us. My actions with Patricia had been to show her my thanks in what I hoped would be a very personal way, but in doing so, I had not thought about the ramifications, or to be more precise, the opportunity, that both Rhonda and Missy could not help but take advantage of. At the moment though I was too overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events to make sense of it all, until the door opened and I was blinded, a single spotlight falling on me as I watched the two of them draw closer.

It was Rhonda who walked over to my dominant, handing her a paddle that had hung from the wall. She took it from her with a nod of thanks before turning her attention my way. "Well, Abby, you've certainly accomplished your goal. Patricia is now in full chastity, the key to her pleasure, of which you just gave her, hangs around the neck of her Owner. I think it will be quite some time until she is granted release, and perhaps even longer until she is allowed, shall we say, her ultimate release."

I could only stand there helplessly as I saw Rhonda finger the chain which now hung around her neck, the key shining against her tanned skin. Meanwhile as I had done to my counterpart, I felt my own garment being slid down my legs, my ankles maneuvered as to allow it to be taken from my body. Missy handed it to the other dominant, who gave me a nod before heading back upstairs to her own charge. I had a feeling Patricia would soon be gagged in the same manner I was.

I felt a hand in my hair, not pulling harshly but insuring she had my complete attention. I saw the gleam in her eyes as my Mistress said, "What you did for Patricia was a wonderful thing Abby. She ached in her submission and now with the key to her freedom out of reach, she feels even more of a connection to the woman who saved her. You should be very proud of yourself my dear."

I moaned through the material which filled my mouth, and I felt her lift my skirt, allowing the paddle to caress the bare flesh as she let the seconds pass slowly only for me to hear, "What you failed to take into account was that through your actions, you have embarrassed Patricia's Owner by pointing out how she had missed the rather obvious, and telltale signs of her own submissive, embarrassing her in front of one of her peers. She of course now has asked retribution for your actions, and what can I say? I'm a stickler for protocol."

Her prowess when it came to pet play had been amazing, while her ability to capture my body the previous evening had taken me to new heights of pleasure. What I wasn't aware of was how gifted she was at the use of such a simple instrument as the paddle she held in her hand. By the time she was done, I knelt in a crumbling heap, my bottom on fire, my body having betrayed me as my seed had shot forth, the trail of it on the concrete floor evidence of my shame as the tears fell freely from my eyes.

It was all I could do to just lay there as I felt her hands caress my flesh, my eyes opened wide to see a sleeve being put in place, and seconds later the sound of yet another lock, this time placing me in the exact same position my actions had put Patricia in. I was helpless to watch as Missy put a key, eerily similar to the one that her friend wore around her own neck, on a chain around her own. In my actions to help the submissive maid embrace her own role, I had now put myself into the exact same position. I guess it was karma's way of reminding me that as I had heard earlier, actions did have consequences.

By the time I was led back upstairs, I had to traverse them quite carefully, the prospect of falling quite real. When I was led slowly down the hallway I saw Patricia now was hampered in her movements just as I was, the iron chains we wore resembling those of people who had been incarcerated for their actions. The cuffs on our hands and ankles all combined by a series of silver chains which ran between them, leaving us the ability only to shuffle slowly along. Patricia was using a vacuum cleaner, the look on her face though one of bliss, having seen her dreams of her Mistress taking control of her now become a reality.

As for me, I was led unceremoniously into the car which awaited, Miss Rhonda's driver giving me an appreciative nod as I tried unsuccessfully to keep my short skirt from rising as he helped me into the vehicle. My cage showed clearly as my head hung in shame, something not lost on him as I heard, "Well miss, it looks like someone has been very naughty." I could only sit there as he held the car door open on the other side for my Mistress who gave Miss Rhonda a warm hug and a kiss before sitting down next to me. Her hand went under my chin, lifting it so that my eyes were forced to look directly into hers.

"Well, Abby, shall we go home pet?"

CAIOMHE'S TALE

I'd made it a point to visit New Beginnings at least once or twice a month, enjoying not only the wonderful selection, but also the chance to mingle with some of the other gurls who didn't judge not only the way I dressed, but accepted me for who I was. I always had to smile as I watched the young maid whose name was Patricia, as she walked around the establishment, giving away free samples and always making the customers feel special with either a kind word or a compliment.

My concentration on the items I was viewing wavered, hoping she would find her way over to where I stood as I had a question to ask. A part of me was thinking it might be a bit too much for the young gurl, who to me seemed to be so shy and innocent but then again, perhaps like me, there was another side to her as well. It was only when she approached that I decided if I never asked, then I would never know.

She gave me a beautiful smile, her eyes sparkling as she said, "Good afternoon Miss...," and I had to laugh knowing how she was trying to remember how to pronounce my name, a difficult task for many I fear.

"It's spelled C-A-I-O-M-H-E but you pronounce it Keeva my dear." I saw the delight in her eyes, remembering how much she loved hearing my rather distinctive Irish accent. I may have moved to the America's, but I would never lose my love for my homeland. She gave me a warm embrace as I returned it before saying, "Patricia, I know how much Miss Rhonda helped you with finding your own way and I have a need of my own. Do you think she might be willing to discuss it with me?"

I saw the confused look on the young gurl's face as she took in the sight of me. I stood about 5' 4" tall, my brunette hair with blonde streaks falling down to my shoulders. I had on a silky blouse along with one of my favorite tartan pleated skirts, and my legs were encased in the fishnet stockings I so adored.

"I'm not sure that Miss Rhonda could truly teach you anything Miss Keeva, you looking amazing Miss."