A Tale of Two Bars…
Bar Two: On His Knees
Arnold paused, hesitating at the curtained entrance to the bar, feeling self-conscious of the pink dress. It is so short, and this choker feels like it will cut off the circulation. He looked down at himself, past the large silken bow on his chest and the lace edged apron, towards the white organza hem of the short dress. It was buoyed up by a voluminous petticoat. It is too short, if I bend forward my ruffled panties will show. He could feel the panties even then, as his erection strained against the satin fabric. He looked up again to see the barmaid from earlier striding towards him with a freshly filled champagne bucket. As she thrust it into his grip Arnold wondered how long had it been since he had been dispatched to retrieve it.
Everything had happened in a whirl of satin and lace, even his make-up had been applied quickly. His mind flashed back to the reflection in the mirror. To speed things up they had chosen to do his face like one of the stage performers. Pale foundation and a dab of rouge, a quick flourish with an eyeliner pen and false lashes. With three maids fussing around him it had all been over in a few minutes. I had looked quite convincing considering. Like a stage performer playing a girl. I can do this. He walked forward gingerly on his new low heels, but they seemed sturdy.
He made his way towards the walkway where he had come from. The exclusive VIP area was less populated and beckoned to him like a safe haven. He was almost there when he heard exited male voices and found his way barred by a smiling Japanese gentleman in an expensive looking suit. He smelt of cheap whisky. Arnold smiled a forced, apologetic smile and tried to duck past him, but a companion of the gentleman blocked his way, talking excitedly in his native tongue. As Arnold turned to confront him he found himself surrounded by three men, all smiling and checking out his clothes.
Arnold jumped as he felt the first man slide his hand under his skirt and squeeze his arse, while the others laughed. Arnold looked towards the VIP area hoping somebody would see, and felt himself pulled back, off balance on his heels, an arm surrounding his chest and another sliding down his leg, caressing his gartered thigh. It was all Arnold could do to hang onto the large ice bucket. The remaining men seemed to pause, looking down at his skirt. Are they wondering about my gender? Are they going to lift my skirt? Please no, they will see my erection. They will think I like them. Why am I still hard?
Arnold watched trembling as the first man reached towards the hem of his dress. The choker around his neck restricted his breathing and he found it difficult to swallow as his anxiety increased. The man holding him pinched Arnold’s nipple causing him to wriggle and gasp helplessly in his iron grip. Then suddenly he was falling to the ground, spilling ice and champagne across the shoes of the men before him. There was a bigger crowd now and lots of shouting. As he gathered himself and looked around he realised two of the Japanese men were being forcibly dragged towards the door. A thick built man had them by the scuff of their necks. Another equally well built man, had the one that had been holding Arnold pinned with his face against the wall. Amongst the chaos he recognised Gam standing before him smiling and offering him a hand.
“I do apologise Annie,” she said, “I don’t know how they got past security.“ Arnold hadn’t seen any evidence of security until now. But they looked like they had things in hand.
“Oh thank you Gam. I am so pleased you were there.” He gushed. An image of the men laughing at his small erection in his satin panties flashed in front of his mind. Gam saved me from the humiliation. Even in his relief he was still achingly hard.
“No Worries, Annie,” she said with a slight Australian twang that seemed slightly incongruous on a Thai girl. She was looking around and clicking her fingers. Two more maids appeared, gathered the ice and the bottle into the bucket as efficiently as they could, and were gone, leaving only a damp, foamy patch on the floor. “Follow me, I will escort you back.”
He stood beside the closed curtains where inside, not too long ago, Arnold had knelt beside Helen. He could hear chatting and laughter. Gam had gone to supervise a replacement bucket. What was going on in there? At one point he could hear Helen proclaim something was adorable, and at another he thought he could hear her moaning in approval. All the while he could hear Steve’s deep voice speaking too low to register. Gam returned passing the new bucket to him, and with a nod from her the curtains were parted slightly and the two of them entered. The first sight to greet Arnold was an upturned feminine bottom, bare but for a thong and surrounded by ping thrills. A maid was planting delicate kisses on Helen’s stockinged foot while Steve watched on smiling.
“Ah the champagne at last,” said Steve, ignoring another bucket that was blatantly sitting on the low table before them. Arnold made a point of placing his besides it, but then was at a loss what to do next. He decided it was probably best to stand straight and await instructions.
“Oh you look adorable Annie” said Helen looking up at him. How had she learnt his name? Was the whole club in on this?
“Give me a twirl,” she said with clear delight. Arnold turned uncomfortably, giving Helen a view of his new attire. He could feel himself blush.
Steve was the first to comment. “Yes she will do nicely,” he said, “you know a western maid can command top rates just serving tables here. They are a real novelty.”
Arnold studied Steve for any sign of humour but he seemed serious. I’m a novelty service. How much would I cost? Arnold’s thought went back to Madame Somsak’s words. So in a way you will owe me. What would that would mean; how much was he worth?
“Really? How much exactly?” Asked Helen as if echoing his thoughts.
“Well that would depend on how well trained she was,” he said, “Annie is hardly up to the standards of Kanda here is she?”
“Mmm, no,” said Helen, settling herself back down into the sofa’s luxury and half closing her eyes. “Kanda’s lips are quite exquisite.”
Steve laughed to himself, and gestured to Arnold. “We could compare. Annie could take the other foot.”
Helen’s eyes flashed open and met Arnold’s. He looked down meekly knowing what her answer would be. Arnold had longed for the opportunity to kneel at her feet and kiss them, but she had never shown any inclination towards such a thing, until today.
“Oh Steve what a delightful idea” Helen said before a simple, “Annie, Kneel.” Arnold took a step towards Helen.
“No Annie. Kneel there and crawl,” said Steve, pointing to the space next to Gam that he had just vacated. Arnold looked to Helen and she simply nodded.
“Yes sir.” He said. The words shocked him slightly. His subservient fantasies had never contained a man, but saying those words, dressed as he was, brought home the reality of the situation. Part of him wanted to run back to Madame Somsak and demand his clothes back.
He found himself on all fours and was thankful for the luxury carpet of the VIP area on his stockinged knees.
“The correct address is yes Master,” said Steve with thinly veiled contempt in his voice. “When I give a novice maid instructions she needs to show due deference.”
“Sorry Si… Master. Yes Master.” He had nearly slipped up. Arnold heard Helen stifle a giggle as he spoke. He kept his eyes on the carpet in front of him. He didn’t argue but he couldn’t remember the other staff calling Steve Master.
“Now crawl to your Mistress’s feet and don’t forget your manners again,” Steve said sternly. “Or you will be over my knee.” Helen gasped at that.
“One needs to keep the new maids in line Helen,” Steve said turning to Helen. “Especially wannabe ladyboy maids like Annie here. Did you notice she is in pink?”
“Yes, now you mention it isn’t she supposed to be in yellow?” She asked, studying him again. He looked a little dishevelled but very feminine in pink. He must love this place. It’s exactly the type of thing he reads about in those stories of his. Strong women making him kneel and crawl. I am quite enjoying it too!
“Gam, why is Annie in Pink?” Steve asked.
“Apparently Annie begged to wear the pretty pink dress Sir.” Gam replied. Arnold bristled at the lie. And why was she allowed to call him Sir?
“Is that true Annie?” Asked Helen. She knew it was true, he was always fascinated by her pink panties. If she wanted his tongue all she needed to do was give him a flash of pink. Sometimes her panties were in disarray in her draw, maybe he wore them when she wasn’t around. He had plenty of time alone these days.
Arnold was conflicted. He wanted to call out Gam’s lie, but he hesitated. What was really happening here? He felt a hand grasp his hair and pull his head sharply back and up. Gam was stronger than she looked. With his head at this angle he gasped against the tight choker. It was far from the flimsy band it looked like when he first saw it. The tight grip forced him to try and remain calm and breathe.
“Answer your Mistress, Annie.” Said Gam, her head down by Arnold’s ear and her voice a low hiss. “Tell her why you begged to wear pink.” She isn’t Thai at all, her accent has slipped. She is Australian, and she sounds almost masculine. She is wearing black, but she is bloody strong for her size. Nothing about this place makes sense.
Arnold tried to focus on his response as he calmed his breathing. I didn’t. I was told to. It’s all to do with Steve’s deal with Madame Somsak.
“I wanted to be pretty like the other maids Mistress,” he lied. But I do prefer the pink. It would be nice to be like the other maids. His realisation was as shocking as the pull on his hair.
“So you wanted to be like the pink maids that work here?” Pressed Steve. “Not like the yellow maids. Not like the paying customers that pretend to be maids. Not like the sissy boys that play dress up for the evening then go home to a normal life with their wives and girlfriends?”
“Yes Master,” he said defeated. It was easier to agree. It contained some truth. But Gam pulled harder on his hair.
“Answer your employer with respect,” she said spitting out her words with venom. “With full clear sentences. Mr Williams is a key investor here. When you chose to wear pink didn’t we explain you would be working for the club?”
“Yes Miss, you did miss. Sorry Master,” he said feeling himself grovel now. He groped for the words he thought they wanted to hear. “I wanted to work here like the pink maids Master. I wanted to wear their pretty pink dresses and work for you Master. I wanted…”
“Really?” he said, talking across Arnold as if he wanted to hear something else. ”You would rather stay here as a working maid, than go home with your wife?” Steve was pressing relentlessly. Helen listened intently, trying to work out her husband. I never realised he was such a sissy. He wants to swish around in a pink dress and serve drinks. The idea was intriguing. The maids here were so sexy. She imagined Arnold dressed as Annie mincing around their house doing the housework. But he can’t want to stay here?
“Yes Master,” Arnold replied, then as Gam tugged again he added, “I want to stay here as a pretty pink maid.” What was he saying? Why didn’t he just pull away, get up and storm out. Why Isn’t Helen helping
“Helen looks a little surprised Annie,” said Steve. Indeed Helen was staring at Arnold with an open mouth. “She told me that my club was quite the turn on. She said she was going to get you to give her a right seeing too later. Isn’t that right Helen?”
“Steve I told you that in confidence,” Helen answered. She was still aroused, but mostly because of the way Steve was taking charge. He was so delightfully manipulative, wringing the truth out of Arnold. It reminded Helen of herself in negotiations at work.
“Sorry but I am concerned,“ he said, "I hate to think of you being deprived of a long hard fucking tonight.” Helen laughed loudly at that. Long and uncontrolled, as she paused for breath he asked her why.
“Oh dear,” she said calming down. “It’s just the thought of Arnold being capable of a long hard fuck,” she explained. “When I said that earlier I was imagining riding his face.”
Now it was Steve’s turn to laugh. And he chose to laugh while looking at Arnold. They both did. Arnold felt the now familiar sting of humiliation. It was exciting and arousing.
Arnold could feel Gam let go, and he took the opportunity to look down at the floor. I am kneeling, shamefaced in front of my wife and a stranger mocking my prowess, and I am still exited. My panties feel damp. I think I am leaking. What is wrong with me?
Helen brought things back to business first. “Annie come and kiss my other foot.”
He needed to crawl around the table, taking him past Steve, who made no attempt to move. He squeezed through the narrow space and realised he now had to face away from him to reach Helen’s foot. Steve would have the view Arnold had earlier when he first walked in on Kanda kissing Helen’s foot. Steve will be staring straight at my frilly panties, and my pink stocking tops. He remembered how the panties had looked as they were held up for his inspection. Hot pink satin with multiple ruffles. I will look like an effeminate pansy waving my ruffled panties in the air. Waving them at Steve, a man that just helped mock me. Focus. Think of Helen’s feet.
As he approached he could see Kanda was passionately planting kisses on the bridge of Helen’s dainty right foot. She seemed lost in the act, shivering slightly. Was she listening to this? Was she like him, aroused by the humiliation? Were all the pink maids like this? Her kisses were open mouthed with a hint of tongue. Helen’s other foot was still in it’s shoe. The shiny dark surface drew him in and he planted a chaste kiss onto the expensive, soft leather.
“May I remove your shoes Mistress?” He asked daring to look up at her past the glossiness of her sheer stocking.
“Yes please Annie, then you can start with my toes,” she answered, reaching for her glass nonchalantly.
Arnold stared for a moment at his beautiful wife above him. Focus. Helen wants me to kiss her feet. At last. Reverently he removed her shoe and placed it to one side before leaning down and planting another chaste kiss on her big toe. Before long the pungent, nylon covered toes were his entire world. It was an escape from the humiliation. Helen and Steve went back to discussing world finance and business anecdotes while Annie and Kanda competed for Helen’s attention with their tongues.
This sometimes happens. I go to write a short story in a couple of
parts and I get into it. It ends up expanding and spinning out into a
full on novella before I know it. I think I just like making my poor
maids suffer and the part of me that
is a dominant male takes over and makes the sissy part squirm.
Usually I end up saving these stories and working on them as longer pieces but this was a commission after all. Now it is four parts and over ten thousand words. With the potential to be a full novel. Maybe I will do that later. Would anyone pay for this if it continued?