Saturday, October 23, 2010

Chapter 34: A New Beginning

I took the long plane ride out to see her. My heart was racing with anticipation at seeing her again. When I walked into the lobby, I saw her waiting for me on a bench with her sunglasses and short shorts. She looked beautiful. Her hair was lush and styled. By her beaming smile I could tell she was very happy with her life. I waved and went over to her.

“Nice to see you!” she gave me a big hug.

“Wow, you look amazing.”

“Thank you,” she twirled around giddily.

We drove in her luxury convertible through the winding streets of the city. As we entered the suburbs, the houses started getting bigger and bigger.

“Wow, you live here?”

“Just wait.”

As we reached her place, she pressed a button and a gate swung open. Her house was enormous.

“This place is yours?”


“How can you afford it? You’re fresh out of college.”

“I got a pretty big inheritance when my grandma died. I knew a guy in college – smart guy – too smart for college. He dropped out to start his own company, and I helped him get his business going with that money. It was a pretty big risk, but now I own half of the company. As you can see, the company’s doing really well.”

“Wow,” was all I could articulate as I looked around.

She pulled up to the front, and proceeded to show me around the place. We ended up by the pool having drinks. I told her what little there was to tell about my life, and we gossiped about old classmates and other such nonsense that people who haven’t seen each other in a while talk about.

“So, it’s Chris again. It’s kind of weird to say.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Do you still think of Audrey sometimes?”

It was kind a sore subject with me still, but I decided it would be good to talk about it.

“You know I’ve always been honest with you.”

“Yes,” she put her hand on mine.

“I’m Audrey. I’m a lot more Audrey than Chris. This is just my disguise to the world now. I’ve been going on dates lately, and the whole time the girl is talking to me, I’m thinking, ‘If I could just condition her hair and get rid of those shoes, she would be a lot cuter.’”

She started laughing hysterically.

“So you’ve been going on dates?”

“Yeah, you know, here and there.”

“Anyone special?”

I wanted to fall to my knees and tell her she was the only special girl I had ever known, but I played the role of old friend, talking by the pool.

“No, I guess I don’t have a lot in common with a lot of those girls. They would never accept the part of me that’s Audrey.”

“I understand. I really do.”

“How about you? Are you dating?”

“I have a boyfriend,” my heart dropped, “His name’s Sergio. He’s really nice.”

“That’s great. I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks. Listen, there is a reason I brought you out here, and it’s more than just reliving old times. I’m not going to beat around the bush.”


“I kind of wondered…since you have completed cooking school and all, and you’re terrific with cleaning, if you would be interested in being our maid.”

I was in complete shock for a second, and I felt a sudden flash of anger.

“You called me out here to offer me a job…as your maid!?”

“Look, Sergio and I, well we lead a certain lifestyle. He’s beautiful and charming, and he gives the best backrubs, but there’s something I desire that he can’t give to me.”

“And what’s that?”

“Servitude. I’ve tried asking him to kiss my feet but it always comes off as something cute, and he lays on the bed and kisses each toe and smiles at me. That dynamic isn’t there with him. It never will be, but I told him there was one person who I had that dynamic with.”

“Little Audrey, and she’s going to come running back to you, and put a dress on, and be your servant and maid. I can’t believe you. I really can’t believe you. You’re spoiled and selfish, and you expect me to just drop everything in my life for you?”

“Chris, you’re not the only one who was changed back then. Something happened to me too. I know you probably feel like I abandoned you, and I guess I did, but I was becoming a different person and discovering new things. I thought I’d give you your freedom to see what it was like. It’s like the saying goes, ‘If you love something, set it free. If it returns, it is yours. If it doesn’t, it never was.’”

“And here I am.

“And here you are. Look, I can tell from what you’ve just told me that you’re really not happy.”

“I’m doing okay.”


“Not really.”

“See, I knew it. You told me yourself that you’re having a hard time fitting the pieces together, and I’m offering you a chance to live your true fantasy. I will get you a dress, and lock you in a chastity tube, and control every aspect of your life from here on out. You won’t have to worry about anything again other than taking care of me.”

“What do I get paid?”


“How am I supposed to live on nothing?”

“I told you. From now on I will take care of you. You will be financially obligated to me, and I will control all of the money in the relationship. That way I know you’re really committed to this. You will wear a chastity tube, and it will never come off for the rest of your life. You will be my maid and sexual servant, and do anything I ask without question. You will dedicate yourself to me for the rest of your life. In exchange, I promise that you will find purpose in your life and be happy with the girl I know you never stopped loving.”

It was a lot to take in at the moment. She wanted me to make a decision about the rest of my life, and I wasn’t prepared. The more I thought about it, though, the more I realized that I had absolutely nothing waiting for me back at home. Without reservation, I took a chance on happiness.


“You’ll do it?”

“Yes, you’re all I ever really wanted in life Brittany. I would be proud to be your servant.”

“You’ve made me so happy. Did you bring your chastity tube?”


“I knew you would. Strip down to your panties, put it on, and get down on your knees. Cast your eyes to the ground and hold your key in your upturned palms presenting it to me. Are you ready?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Do you make a commitment to serve me as your mistress for the rest of your life? To live only for me and my happiness with no thought of yourself? To obey every command I give you without question?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“You will wear a chastity tube for the rest of your life, and I control every orgasm you will have from this day out, which won’t be many. I may even choose to deny you from ever having an orgasm again. This is the end of any sexual freedom you may ever have.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“You will never see me naked except when you service me. All parts of my body are off limit to you. Unless instructed your eyes are to remain looking down.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“From this day out, you will be Audrey. You will never live as a man again. You will wear the panties and dresses which I choose without question, no matter what the situation. If the time comes, I may even choose to have you sexually reassigned, and you will become Audrey permanently.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“If you agree to all of these things – and I suggest you don’t take them lightly because I plan on keeping this commitment – then I want you to say, ‘I willingly give myself to serve you Mistress, please take my key as a symbol of my servitude to you forever.’”

She was right. This wasn’t a light decision, but I knew in my heart it was the right thing. Without hesitation, the words flowed from my mouth.

“I willingly give myself to serve you Mistress, please take my key as a symbol of my servitude to you forever.”

I felt the key being lifted from my hands, and my heart was beating.

“You may service my feet now.”

“Yes Mistress.”

I eagerly caressed the feet I had desired for so long now with passionate kisses. I had finally found my place in life.

I was happy living there with my mistress. Each day had a genuine purpose – her happiness. There were a lot of shocking events that happened after that moment. I could not believe the liberties people took with a chaste slave at some of the parties. Any boundaries I once had were long gone, always being pushed by my mistress, Brittany, but I realize that it was a far better life than punching a clock at a restaurant, and watching TV every night. I was a chaste panty slave and I was never happier in all my life.



  2. I didn't lie the ending to this story . It seems to me his experiences destroyed him in all but the physical sense . I wonder how his mother feels knowing how her son turned out after what she continually put him through ? How will dad react when the whole truth comes out . By doing this they have effectively ended his family line .