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Bar Two: Living the Dream

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Arnold was back kneeling besides Helen on the cushion. She was absent-mindedly playing with his hair. The maids that had dressed him had gelled it and messed it up to give it a more feminine appearance, he could only imagine how it looked after Gam used it as a leash. Arnold was feeling calmer now. The three of them were alone aside from a maid hovering just out of view. He was watching a singing group on the stage. Millie and the Maids, they sang twisted covers, changing the lyrics to songs to make them kinkier. Arnold thought the lead singer looked so sexy in her elaborate pink costume with a double hem and lots of extra lace. He wanted to be her. He wanted to wear those skyscraper heels she had on. Kissing Helen’s foot had brought him some solace. He could feel her respond to it and it reminded him how much he loved her.

“So how much exactly would Annie be worth, properly trained?” Helen asked out of the blue.

Steve chuckled. “Well it really would depend. She could be the biggest earner in the bar within a month,” he said pondering the idea. “It would depend on her commitment, and Madame Somsak’s of course, but her commitment to training maids is total.”

“It’s a pity we only have two weeks,” said Helen giggling at the prospect. She had drunk a lot of champagne. Now I am just like that giddy schoolgirl I was scared of being earlier. And Steve’s eyes are just as gorgeous, he is hot. He made me so wet when he was talking down to Arnie earlier. I think I will enjoy riding Arnie’s face when I get back to the hotel, and Arnie seems to like that too. Last time he climaxed without me even touching him. Not unusual, but telling.

“A maid like Annie could easily earn enough in a month to pay for your return trip,” Steve said with a sly sidewise glance. “If you were serious about training her of course.“  Arnold’s ears pricked up at this, he didn’t dare look at Steve, but he was concerned where this might lead.

Helen was giggling again, she was imagining a well-trained Annie at home, maybe with Steve to keep Annie in line. That’s an idea! He would certainly help with the maid. He could help me to. He could help himself to me whenever he wanted.

“That would be a lot,” Helen said considering the possibility, “but I doubt that he could earn that much. He has never earned that much in any job.”

That stung Arnold. Just because Helen is the breadwinner there is no need to knock my income. Oh… I have no income, I have no job to go back to.

“A pretty girl like Annie could easily earn that much,” Steve said reassuring Helen. “We rarely have western maids in residence. The eastern business men love them.”

Arnold remembered the three drunks earlier. They certainly found him amusing. Had they found him pretty? He remembered his reflection when he was being made-up. He looked kind of pretty in an exaggerated way. But no, Helen won’t do this. I Won’t let her.

“If she responds well to the training,” Steve continued “she may well be earning enough, not just for your return trip, but a month’s stay in our luxury suite with all the extras.”

“Goodness.” Helen downed her champagne. At a click of Steve’s fingers the maid emerged from the curtain and topped up her glass. I could get used to this! The suites looked great in the brochure, and those extras sound scrummy. A personal chambermaid, even a lady’s maid! Maybe Annie could be my lady’s maid. She would enjoy that. Now I am thinking of him as a girl! As she picked up hae glass again Helen decided to press for a few more freebies.

“I would need to see if the suites meet my standards of course. Maybe I could stay here overnight?”

“I am sure that could be arranged,”  Steve answered with a casual wave of his hand before it came to rest on her shoulder. “If you are serious,” he said with a suddenly serious gaze.  That last part sounded ominous to Arnold.

“Serious, how so?” asked Helen. There was a slight twinkle in Steve’s blue eyes that suggested more. Oh those eyes. I am loosing track of this conversation. So tired. Sleeping here would be nice.

“Put it this way,” Steve said. “You can stay here as long as you wish in return for Annie’s services. I have a room reserved for entertaining guests.”

Arnold flinched. No Helen. Listen to him carefully. Don’t make a deal while you are drunk. He stayed silent stewing in his thoughts. Imagining working here for the rest of his holiday. Madame Somsak will make me pay. How long would all this take to pay off. Every evening in a pink dress, serving foreigners their drinks, for a month or more! Arnold could feel himself twitching and leaking at the prospect

“Oh, and maybe Annie could stay with me?” Helen asked.

Arnold held onto that idea. Staying with her in luxury each night and flouncing about in a pretty dress all evening. That sounded good.

“Of course not!” Steve scoffed. “Do you imagine we let maids fraternise with the guests. That costs money! She will be staying in the maid’s quarters, besides she is just a novice, she needs training and discipline before she is allowed upstairs.”

“Oh dear.” Helen said, slightly slurring, and then giggling added “But I wanted him to give me a good seeing too. Remember?” Now she was flirting. Maybe Steve could give me a good seeing too? He likes to take control. He could take control of me any time. She smiled at him and stared deep into those heavenly eyes.

“Hmm, that is a predicament.” Steve seemed to ponder that. “Let’s ask Annie.” He made a point of standing and walking over to Arnold then crouching down in front of him. He patted his head.

“Now. Little Annie, do you love your Mistress?” he asked as if talking to a child.

“Oh yes Master,” the pat on his head serving to remind Arnold of Gam’s instructions earlier he added, “I love my Mistress with all my heart, Master.”

“If it would make her happy, would you be prepared to stay in the maid’s quarters for a while?” He asked, with a soft earnest voice. “I am sure you would love it. All those girly chats in frilly nightgowns and panties. I hear it is two to a bed down there. Imagine that. Sleeping with the other pink maids. All girls together, nice and cosy in your lovely pink lingerie. Would you like that?“

Steve’s words were conjuring a picture of pink frills in Arnold’s imagination. The image was making him so hard. My erection is twitching. I can feel my panties getting wet.

"Yes Master.” Arnold swallowed and composed himself. “That sounds delightful. I would love to sleep with the other pink maids and have girly chats in our nighties and panties.” In his mind he was already there.

“Yes you would. I can see you now,” said Steve in a soft slow mesmeric voice, “lying in bed with a girly pink maid. You are whispering to each other about all the lovely outfits you are going to wear tomorrow. Flirting and giggling at all the naughty things, you will do together after lights out. You look so happy. Would that make you happy my pretty pink Annie?”

“Oh yes Master,” he answered truthfully. It sounded like heaven, he could see it so vividly. “I would be so happy.” Even now he could feel the happiness enveloping him in a pink glow.

“But…” Steve paused, Arnold wanted him to continue, he was so aroused, and the picture he conjured was so lovely, “you are down there in your pretty nighties playing your naughty girly games. You can feel soft fingers sliding over your little pink panties in the dark. You are as happy and content as any girl has ever been. While Helen is all alone and frustrated. You don’t want that do you?”

Arnold just wanted to hear about the maid’s quarters, and those soft fingers, he hadn’t considered Helen.

“No Master, I wouldn’t want that. I wouldn’t be happy.” Suddenly the pink frilly fantasy was evaporating. Arnold wanted to hold onto it, he wanted to be there now.

“But you can be happy,” Steve said in his soft reassuring voice. “All you need is someone else to make Helen happy while you play your naughty games in the dark. “Those lovely, soft, pink girly games.” Steve voice made it all so possible, so real. Arnold felt himself drifting into that vision as he listened.

“All she needs is a man to keep her happy while you slip into those pink satin sheets with the other maids. Helen with a big strong man in her arms, you and your girly friend all sleepy. Sliding your naughty hands over the little satin bulges in each other’s panties. You are happy because Helen is happy too. Would you both be happy then?”

"Yes Master” he answered he was already there, tucked up and sleepy whispering about pretty dresses in the dark. "We would both be Happy."  Annie and Helen. Annie and the other maid in the pink warm darkness sliding their hands under soft, short nighties to find little bulges pressing against pink satin panties. Happy and naughty and sleepy and dreaming about pretty dresses.

Helen watched Steve as he coaxed the maid with suggestions. She was enjoying the show. Poor Arnie, no poor little Annie. She is so lost and helpless dreaming of her time as a pink maid. She would probably love to be down there with all the other girls. Helen would certainly love to take Steve to bed right now. They could both play their games and be happy. Helen giggled, she was feeling quite tipsy. She reached out to touch Annie’s glowing cheek. She looked calm and sleepy but also flushed and aroused. Helen had a naughty idea.

"Annie, would you really be happy?” she asked without waiting for an answer. “Show us little Annie,” she said, copying Steve’s soft lilting voice. “Lift up your skirt and show us how exited you are.”

In a haze of submission and femininity Arnold gripped the soft fluffy hem, and slowly lifted his skirt.

“Look at that pretty little bulge,” said Steve. “It looks like you have been naughty in your panties. Are you creaming your panties thinking about being my pretty pink maid?”

“Yes Master I am very excited to be your pretty pink maid,” he answered.

Helen joined in. She wanted to understand. Would he really be happy in that frilly pink world?

“Annie,” she said. She watched him tilt his head slightly in his trance like state. “That pretty bulge in your panties is very small isn’t it? Is that why you would be happy? Would it make you happy if I was with a bigger man?”

Arnold struggled to answer, he was being pulled away from the lovely pink dream.

Steve put his finger on his lips and nodded to Helen.

“Annie,” he said softly pulling the confused maid’s attention back to him. “My pretty pink maid Annie. Listen carefully to my voice.”

Helen watched as Annie seemed to settle down. She was smiling again, but still holding up the skirt. A small but firm bulge was twitching in time with Steve’s voice!

“Imagine that pretty pink maid beside you in the darkness, sliding her hand over your pretty little bulge. You can feel her soft hand and the soft slippery panties. You are leaking in your panties. Can you feel that Annie.”

“Yes Master,” the sleepy maid replied smiling. Helen watched as the damp patch in the twitching panties grew bigger. She held back a giggle with her hand.

“Now, Annie,” Continued Steve, “while you feel that soft girly hand, imagine Helen upstairs. You in your soft satin sheets, and Helen on her bed with the sheets pulled back. You can see her with her legs wide, while you lie there in the pink darkness with the soft slippery stroking on your pretty little bulge. Helen is lying spread eagled in her bright room desperate for somebody to make her happy. She wants to be happy just like you are now. You are happy with your pretty pink bulge leaking into your slippery panties. You can feel your panties getting so very wet. You can see Helen’s pussy getting wet too. Can you see that Annie?”

“Yes Master,” the reply was a faint, feminine whisper, as if the maid dare not speak up and risk waking from the dream.

“Yes. You with your pretty pink bulge in the dark. You can feel your tiny pink bulge leaking. And you can see Helen on her bed with her wet pussy. And now there is a big hard cock with Helen. You are smiling as the soft hand plays with your tiny pink bulge. Helen is happy, looking at the big thick cock. It is making her so happy and wet. Now Annie I want you to tell me something. What would make Helen happy? Which would you like Helen to choose. Which one should slide into that wet pussy and make Helen happy? Which would make you happy for her? The tiny pink bulge, or the big hard cock?”

“The big hard cock Master,” said Annie smiling.

“Yes you would both be happy then. But Helen doesn’t have a big hard cock. You need to get one for her. You need to ask somebody with a big hard cock to make Helen happy. You can’t be happy unless she has a big hard cock. Now I want you to wake up, but remember the nice pink darkness and Helen on her bed longing for a big hard cock. Remember everything. Wake up slowly and open your eyes.”

Arnold struggled to open his eyes, it was as if he was in a deep sleep and was having a wonderful dream. He found himself kneeling before a crouching Steve. Arnold was holding up his skirt, showing off his panties. The club seemed quiet now, with the sounds of glasses clinking in the distance.

He remembered the image of Helen from the dream, a big hard cock making her wet. He could feel his own cock hard and damp in his panties, but it seemed so small and dainty all wrapped up in pink satin.

“Hello Annie. You look like you enjoyed your little pink dreams,” Steve said in his regular deep voice. “Your panties look soaked through. Did you spurt in them?”

“No Master!” Arnold answered, shocked at the suggestion. He felt embarrassed by them both looking at his damp panties but he didn’t drop the hem.

“You do sometimes though don’t you Annie.” said Helen. “You secretly wear my pink panties, play with your little thing and spurt in them, don’t you?”

Arnold looked at her suprpised. Helen had a sly smile. How does she know? I always clean them and put them back in her draw.

“Yes Mistress, I do play with myself in your panties.” There was no point denying it.

“Do you last very long when you play with my panties?” She asked.

“No Mistress I don’t,” he said hanging his head. “I get too excited.”

“I bet you do,” Helen said giggling. “Tell Steve about how long you last when we are in bed together. Tell him what happens when I ask you to stop licking my pussy and fuck me.”

Arnold turned to Steve with a red face. “I don’t last very long when I get inside her, Master.”

“No you don’t,” Helen agreed, “you climax as soon as you get inside, but you are holding back. What usually happens Annie? Tell Steve what usually happens when I ask you to fuck me?”

Arnold lowered his eyes. “I usually spurt before I get inside her Master.” He confessed. “I get too excited and…”

“We are not interested in your excuses Annie.” Helen said, cutting him off. “Steve can see how over exited you get for himself.”

“Yes I can Helen,“ Steve said joining in. "You must be desperate for a real man to take you to bed?”

Helen paused and looked into Steve’s deep blue eyes. She imagined holding onto his broad back while he ploughed into her, over and over. “Yes I am,” she answered breathlessly, “I need a good, hard and very long fucking from a real man.”

“Did you hear that Annie?” Steve asked.

“Yes Master. I heard her. My Mistress is desperate for a real man, Master”.

“Can you think of anyone that could help her? While you are down in the maid’s quarters in your pretty nightie,” Steve asked. “Because it would make your mistress very happy if you asked somebody with a big hard cock to fuck her.”

“Yes Master,” he answered slowly, not believing he was going to say this. “Please Master, while I am down in the maid’s quarters in my pretty nightie, will you please give my mistress your big hard cock.” He paused but his excitement was rising with his words. He felt compelled to go on.

”Please Master,” he continued, “she is so desperate for a real cock. It would make her so happy. I can be happy downstairs. I can be a good little maid and dress up in pretty dresses and play naughty girly games with all the other maids. And I can stay here to be trained while she goes home and wait on tables in my pink dresses and ah-ah-aaahhhh.”

"I must apologise Helen!” Said Steve surprised. “It seems like the maid has disgraced herself in front of us. She has spurted in her panties thinking about me fucking you while she frolics in pretty dresses. I guess you did warn me she gets over excited but I have never seen it happen like that. Perhaps we should send her to bed. I am sure Madame Somsak will take her in hand.”

Steve stood up, then added. “Say goodbye to little Annie, you won’t be seeing her for quite a few weeks. She will be busy with her training.”

Helen leant over and pecked Annie on the cheek. “Goodbye Annie, see you later in the year, if my contact negotiations go smoothly I might even be back before Christmas. Have fun.”

Arnold watched forlornly as Steve and Helen walked away. Christmas was six months away! He watched as Helen wrapped her arm around Steve’s waist, and he in turn placed his big hand on her bottom possessively. Steve looked back and winked at Arnold. Helen didn’t look back, not even when Madame Somsak marched past her.

“Pretty nighties indeed!” She said scornfully. She must have been listening in. “Mr Williams thinks we are made of money! His investment doesn’t stretch to luxury for the maids. She reached around him and placed an arm under his shoulder.

“Come on Annie, we need to get you cleaned up and safely tucked into your satin sheets.” She lifted him up and manoeuvred him towards a rear door. She was chuckling to herself.

“Girly frolics, whatever will Mr William’s think of next?” she continued, as he was walked down some concrete steps and along a dingy corridor with what looked like cells. “I don’t think he has ever been down to the maid’s quarters. He is too busy jumping into bed with our clients.”

“Training starts in a few short hours,” she said sternly, “and you are going to need a lot of beauty sleep if you hope to earn even half as much as the poor flyer girls.” She stopped next to an open door and ushered him into a tiny cell with a small bunk. Arnold pulled out of her grip when he spotted the crude grey blanket and the chains, but Madame Somsak had been followed by a couple of security guards. Madame ignored him and continued talking.

“Mr Williams talks such nonsense. It will take you a month to work off what he owes me for tonight. And you won’t be earning much while you are training.” She opened a small metal locker and pulled out a plain cotton night dress and laid it on the bunk.

“And there is the cost of cleaning my carpet, and the time your Mistress spent with Kanda,” she added. “Foot licking from our most desirable maid doesn’t come cheap. I know Mr Williams won’t pay for that.“

Madame turned and began running a tap in the small hand basin against one wall. "Mr Williams never pays his own way,” She explained. “All he pays for are his drinks and his stay here. Our deal is, he finds me new girls and in return I pay for all the extras that his recruitments take. I suppose I should count Kanda as an extra, but I don’t like being out of pocket. And there is Helen’s stay in the luxury suite to pay for now, which I am sure she could afford on her own. Perhaps I should ask her if I can add that to your debt. She seems a reasonable woman that understands how much things cost.”

Madame Somsak turned to the guards holding a wash cloth in one hand. “Let’s get this little girl out of her soiled panties.” As they held him and pulled his dress over his head.

"I hope they are not ruined,” she said tutting at the damp satin panties, “that would be another expense. It’s about time we got you properly locked up into this.” She pulled out a small silver cage from a back pocket. “We can’t have you playing naughty girly games all night can we?”

That’s the end of my 100 followers free commission. It ended up being much longer than planned. Thanks again to subboyjoy for the initial idea. Hope I didn’t twist it too far out of the original context. I think you will finally recognise your idea in this last part.

In the mean time I have gathered sixty new followers, which I still think is quite good for an adult short story blog hidden away in tumblr. It isn’t anywhere near as many followers as my caption blog but I prefer this one. But at that rate I don’t think I can afford to do anything this long if I reach 200.

This is the first time I have branched into using hypnosis. And it only popped into my head after the first draft felt a bit too similar to some of my other manipulative stories. My problem with hypnosis is the mind control element, which seems to take the fun out of things. Also, I don’t really believe in hypnosis, I see it as a mind game like every other form of control. But this story is all for that kind of use for hypnosis. I enjoyed that part.

Maybe somebody should adapt it as a hypnosis video. Hmm, I can see that now. There is certainly a very big following for hypnosis and mind control amongst the sissy community on tumblr. If someone wants to do, that just credit this blog at the end of the video.

Now I need to make sure my tour content is ready for the weekend, and go and do something less obsessive than a ten thousand seven hundred word story in a week. (Less if you take out the days I didn’t write.)

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