French Lessons

 

I first saw the ad on the internet.� The website was a listing of Dominant Women on the West Coast.�� Since I live in Los Angeles, I was checking out the pictures and information on local dominants.� The one that caught my attention was unique.� Madame Darcy was based in Paris.� Her ad stated that she traveled to Los Angeles frequently and had family here.� She required a slave/servant.� She wanted ownership of a slave who would serve her while she was here and be used by her family when she was in France.� The accompanying photo was of a breathtakingly beautiful woman.� Blonde, tall, thin but with large breasts and a tiny waist.� She was dressed all in black - a shiny leather corset with garters, nylons, high-heeled stiletto shoes, gloves and a diamond choker around her neck.� Her lipstick was glossy red.� She carried a whip in one hand and had the other hand on her hip.� A very intimidating woman.� Her email address was at the bottom of the ad.�

 

This was different and exciting.� The thought of serving an demanding woman and being displayed to her relatives as her slave was a long-time fantasy of mine.� I didn't really believe that she was looking for a servant.� I thought it was a clever way for her to arrange sessions while she was in Los Angeles, perhaps with other people around.� I soon learned how wrong I was.

 

I responded to her ad with my physical description, a brief background on my submissive history, and expressed a desire to serve her in Los Angeles.�

 

It was two days later that she answered.� Her email was long and detailed.� She wanted a digital photo sent immediately along with my medical history, work resume, list of any special skills, foreign languages spoken, and a rating on my ability to cook and clean.� She wanted to know my work schedule and salary, amount of free time, hobbies, living arrangements and type of car I drove.� Madame Darcy included some other photos of her and said that she would be visiting her family in Los Angeles in three weeks.� She hoped that I would be able to meet her requirements and told me to respond immediately.�

 

I was surprised at the amount of information requested, but was fascinated by her photos and the idea of serving her.� I sent everything she asked.� The brief version is that I am in excellent health, work as a consultant so that I have a lot of free time, own my own condo, drive a two-door Lexus, am a very good cook, clean my own home, do not speak any foreign languages and have a six figure income.

 

I did not have to wait long for her reply.� I would be used on a trial basis provided I could meet certain requirements.� I was to enroll immediately in a Berlitz French course.� I did not need to speak fluently, just have a basic understanding.� Madame Darcy spoke English quite well, but found it convenient to speak some French to her servants in public.� If I did not already own them, I was to purchase three uniform sets consisting of black pants, white shirt and black bow tie. I would also need two pair of black dress shoes.� This was to be my attire when acting as chauffeur.� I would be dressed like this when I picked up her at the airport.� She wanted it understood that she was looking to own a slave, not merely have someone play at it.� She was expecting full service. This was not a sex game.� She required a maid for cooking, cleaning, secretarial work, errands, and a chauffeur for driving her around.� There would be considerable domestic work.� I would live-in while she was in Los Angeles, and be available part-time for her family while she was in France.� I should rent a Lincoln Town Car for her use while she was in the city.� I would use this to chauffeur her around during the day and evening.� If she decided to continue my services after the initial two weeks, I would need to acquire a limousine license.� She required complete control of me during her stay, including my acquiescence to wearing a chastity harness to which she had the only key.� This would be a necessary act of my subservience to her.� I was to pay her $2,000 for the two week training period.� $1,000 per week.� I would also be responsible for any of her incidental bills accrued during my service.� Future fees would be discussed if she decided to keep me.�

 

This was starting to snowball.� I had not realized the extent of my duties or my surrender to her control.� I had always played games and fantasized about being a slave, but had not considered the actual day-to-day activities.� Madame Darcy knew what she wanted.� This was not a game with her.� The more I thought about it, the more excited I became.� I believe that I thought I could somehow manipulate her to my fantasy.� I obviously didn't know Madame Darcy.�

 

Several more emails were exchanged.� She had me relate all my fantasies about dominant women and well as detailed descriptions of women I had served.� I re-lived many experiences as I wrote to her.� I found myself looking at her photos more and more often.� I followed her instructions.� I enrolled in a French language course.� I purchased the necessary uniform clothes.� I shaved parts of my body I had never envisioned shaving before.�

 

She told me more about her herself and her family living in Los Angeles.� Madame Darcy was 46 years old.� She certainly did not look like it.� She married young and had two daughters. �Monique was now 27 and Simone was 24.� They lived in a house owned by Madame Darcy in the Los Feliz district of L.A.� Madame Darcy was heavily invested in real estate and had purchased her Los Feliz home before the prices skyrocketed.� Los Feliz has become the in-place to live for successful yuppies in the past few years.� The house was on a hill with an outstanding view of downtown L.A.� It had four bedrooms, four baths, and many other rooms including servant�s quarters.�

 

As our emails became more personal, Madame Darcy had me switch to instant messaging.� She asked very specific questions.� She wanted to know the size of my cock when normal and erect.��� Had I ever been used as a toilet?� She asked if I had ever worn women's lingerie.� After getting my measurements, Madame Darcy gave me orders to go to Victoria's Secret and purchase a bra, garter belt, stockings and panties.� She told me the sizes I needed.� I was to wear the lingerie under my "uniform".� She would allow me to wear a t-shirt over the bra and under my white shirt for our first meeting.� After that, she would decide when I would wear the lingerie more visibly.� Madame Darcy said that one of the reasons she chose me was that I was not very masculine looking.� She wanted a servant who could be either man or woman.� Madame Darcy wanted me to purchase some cosmetics, lipstick, lip and eyeliner and nail polish.� She explored my psyche so she would know which buttons to push.� What she could use to bend me to her will.� Without understanding, I told her everything she needed to know.� By the time she was ready to come to L.A., she knew me better than I knew myself.� Madame Darcy gave me her flight number and told me to meet her at the gate in my uniform holding a sign reading "M. Darcy".� I was also to have a chilled bottle of French champagne in the car with one flute for her.

 

I could not sleep the night before her arrival. I had made arrangements to be off for two weeks.� My calls were forwarded to a service.� I had rented a Lincoln Town Car.� I stopped delivery of my newspaper and put my mail on hold.� As I locked the door of my condo, I felt as if I was leaving my life as I knew it behind.�

 

I stood at the gate as the passengers came through U.S. Customs.� I recognized Madame Darcy immediately.� She would have stood out in any crowd.� She was walking with a handsome well-dressed man.� They seemed to be intimate.� She looked up and saw me and the sign.� Madame Darcy squeezed his hand, whispered something in his ear, and kissed him.� Then she strode over to me.�

 

She examined me carefully before nodding.�

 

"Michael.� I look forward to our time together.� Here are my baggage tickets.� I have four bags.� You will walk two paces behind me at all times.� Now, follow me to baggage claim.� I will point out my pieces."

 

She walked away before I could say anything.� I followed two paces behind and stared at her beautiful ass.� She walked with a sensual stride.� Her muscles moved with each step, visible through the short silk dress.� I was so entranced, that I almost bumped into her when she stopped.� Madame Darcy stood surveying the baggage area.� She spotted her luggage and pointed it out to me.� I got a cart and collected the four large pieces.� We walked through the exit.

 

I started to say how grateful I was for her time, but she held her hand to my mouth.� "Hush", she said.� We will talk in the car. I will wait here.� Take the luggage to the car and drive back to me.� Be quick.� I don't like to be kept waiting."

 

I obeyed immediately.� She acted as it she expected nothing else.� I half ran to the car and drove faster than normal to get to her.� Madame Darcy was smoking a cigarette.� When she saw me, she dropped the cigarette on the ground and crushed it under her shoe.� I hurried around the car to open the back door for her.� She got in and I rushed to get behind the wheel.� I started to pull away from the curb when she said, "Find an airport parking garage close by and drive in.� Pick a spot away from traffic, park and get in the back with me."

 

I didn't know what she had in mind, but I followed orders.� As I got in the back seat, she turned to face me.�

 

"Well Michael, you look very nice.� I'm glad that you were careful to follow my instructions.� Now, pull down your pants and let me see your lingerie."

 

I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could even get one word out, she slapped my face hard.� My head rocked.�

 

"I did not say you could talk.� I just gave you an order.� Obey it!� I see you will need more training than I thought."

 

I immediately undid my belt and lowered my pants.� She ran her hand over the silk lingerie.� Then reached over and took my cock in her hand.� She looked in my eyes and said, "Do you really think that this tiny excuse for a cock was enough to satisfy any woman?� You may answer me."

 

"I'm sorry, Madame Darcy.� My cock is too small to be of any use to you." I admitted.�

 

"You don't have a man's cock, and you're not a woman.� So you must be a sissy.� Right"

 

"Yes, Madame" I responded.�

 

"I will call you Michele from now on. �It's really a shame about your sissycock.� Luckily they had a small one that might fit you."�

 

She took out a plastic device from her handbag.� Within an incredibly short time it was fastened around my cock.�

 

"This is a CB2000 chastity harness."

 

She named the device as she locked it in place.

 

"I have the only key.� If you try to remove it without permission, consider yourself dismissed from my service.� Do not even bother to return.� I control you.� All of you.� You puny cock is mine, your ass is mine, and very shortly your mind will be mine as well.� This is just the beginning."

 

I kept looking back and forth from her face to the harness.� She still held it in her hand.�

 

"Now, kiss my hand and thank me for taking my time to train you properly.� The only thing you need to do to be happy is to obey me.� The alternative is pain and discomfort.� You may not believe that yet, but you will.� I was serious in my ad, even if you weren't."

 

I took the hand she held out to me and kissed it, saying "Thank you Madame Darcy, for training me to serve you."

 

"Now, give me your tribute for your training."

 

I handed her an envelope with $2000 in cash enclosed.�

 

"Michelle, pull up your pants, open the champagne and pour me some, then get on your knees on the floor." she commanded.

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I obeyed.� Madame Darcy sat back in the seat, removing her skirt.� She was not wearing panties, and was fully shaved.� She took red lipstick from her purse and carefully applied it to my lips.� When she was satisfied with the application, she spread her legs and said "Let me see how well you can use your tongue.� If you feel any pain in your groin, then the CB2000 is doing its job.� This is not for your pleasure but for mine."

 

She moved slightly forward on the seat and pulled my face into her cunt.� I eagerly went to work.� I was in heaven.� My first hours as her slave and I was doing what I desired most - being used by a gorgeous dominatrix to suck her cunt.� Then I noticed the tightness around my cock and realized the purpose of the harness.� While I was caught between heaven and hell, Madame Darcy took her cell phone out and made a call.� I heard part of the conversation.� Her thighs pressed against my ears, muffling the sound.� I learned later that the person Madame Darcy was speaking with was her friend, Karin.� Karin was a successful artist and photographer living in Santa Monica.� They had been friends for the past 20 years.

 

I remember the part of the conservation that concerned me.� In response to a question from Karin, Madame Darcy said "As a matter of fact I'm breaking in a new bitch now.� Her face is between my thighs, and her little tongue is going full speed.� I've needed a new one since I sold Suzanne...Of course.� I don't know how good she is at cleaning yet.� Yes, you can use her while I'm gone, but try to keep it to once a week.� Good housekeepers are hard to find.� We'll have lunch tomorrow.� Keep it open.� Yes, I'll bring Michelle along.� She's my driver as well.� Bye."�

 

Madame Darcy's next call was to her daughters.� I kept my tongue moving, massaging her clit.� I could taste her wetness.� She was enjoying my effort, but gave no sign of it during her conversation.� She told her daughters where we were, and when to expect us.�� They already knew about me.� Madame Darcy had forwarded my emails to them.� After Madame Darcy was finished speaking, she put her phone away.� I was allowed to continue servicing her for another few minutes, before she pushed me away.�

 

"Wipe your face and get presentable.� We're going to see my daughters.� Be respectful and helpful.� Do not speak unless spoken to.� You will have a room in the servant�s quarters.�� You will either sleep in my bedroom on the floor or be chained to a bed in your own room at night.� You will obey all the women in the house, and Simone's boyfriend.� They're used to having obedient and submissive servants in the house.�

 

We will spend tonight with my family.� Tomorrow morning, I will show you your household duties.� We will then meet Karin for lunch.� You will take me shopping in Beverly Hills in the afternoon, making sure I am home by 5pm. I have a dinner date with Jeffery, the man I met on the plane.� You will be our chauffeur, or should I say chauffeurette.� I told him to be ready by 8pm."�

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She took a leather dog collar from her purse and fastened it around my neck.� The tag hanging from the collar read "Property of M. Darcy".�

 

"You will wear my collar.� When we arrive at my home, you will keep your hands behind your back.� Actually, I think I'll use handcuffs for this first meeting, just to remind you to keep them in place.� Do not speak unless spoken to.� You are not to intrude.� A good servant is one not noticed.� I think you should wear lipstick for your introduction as well.� The girls will recognize a sissy when they see one.� Leave the bags in the car.� You can collect them after I see my daughters."

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She handed me a lipstick case and told me to use the rear-view mirror.� I was to drive to her home and apply the lipstick immediately upon arrival.� I followed her directions and drove to a beautiful house in the hills.� I put on the lipstick and ran out to open her door.� As she exited, she took out handcuffs and locked my hands behind my back.� She attached a dog leash to my collar and had me walk behind her.� I followed - lipsticked, handcuffed, collared and leashed.� The door opened before she rang the bell.� Her daughters must have heard the car pull in the driveway.� I was pulled into the house amid much noise from the family reunion.� Monique was the image of her mother, only younger.� She was spectacular!� She was wearing a man's cut business suit that could not disguise her magnificent figure.� Her light blond shoulder-length hair and red lips made her look extremely desirable, even while looking very professional.� I later learned that Monique was a high-priced lawyer who loved trial work.� She had a hypnotic effect on a jury.� Simone was more casual.� She wore hiphugger jeans, a low-cut tank top and was barefoot.� Simone was gorgeous also with large tits, a hard tight stomach and a deep tan.� Her hair was a darker blond and worn in a pony tail.� Her only makeup was red lipstick, a lighter color than Monique's.�

 

I was not even noticed as mother and daughters brought each other up to date on events.� Madame Darcy absently held my leash on one hand.� The reunion over, Madame Darcy pulled me forward, saying,

 

"Girls, this is Michelle.� She is our new domestic.� I'll get her started tonight, but it will be up to you to tell her how you like things done.� She'll be here for a two week introduction.� We can decide whether to keep her after that.� Michelle doesn't understand the facts of life yet, but I'll explain them to her.� She has the potential but needs training to be a good maid.� And she needs to realize that being a sissyslave is her destiny."

 

Monique walked up to me and looked me up and down.� Then she said, "Call me Master. Considering how I'm dressed, it's appropriate.� Call mother, Madame and call Simone, Mistress.� That way there won't be any confusion.� You can call Simone's boyfriend, Roger, Sir."� She lightly caressed my check with one finger.�

 

"You'll wash my lingerie for me, won't you, Michelle?" she asked.

 

"Yes, Master" I replied.

 

She reached down and grabbed my genitals, squeezing and feeling the plastic harness.� "Good, he's locked down already.� That way there won't be any mistakes.� I know the games you sissies play when you'll alone with a woman's lingerie.� That won't happen with your cock bound.� Obey me and I will treat you well.� I may even use your mouth or asshole as a reward.� But disobey me and you will discover what a bitch I can be.� Oh, and I'll still use your asshole.� My bedroom is soundproofed, so no one will hear your screams."

 

She ran her hand gently across my cheek again.� "Why mother! He's trembling.� Just from my little warning.� This is going to be delightful.� You are incredible.� You find the best servants.� I have to get to work, but I am thrilled that you're here.� We can visit later.� And it's so nice to have a maid again.� We had a cleaning service in, but they never know where to put things.� We really need a full-time servant.� I'll try not to scare her too badly."

 

She hugged her mother, patted my ass and walked out the door.�

 

"Don't worry about Monique" Simone said.� "She is out most of the time.� But I do expect a clean house, clean clothes and good cooking.� You will have some leniency in the beginning, but learn quickly.� We are not very patient.� Mother is extremely good at training new maids.� I have a boyfriend, so won't require much sexual use from you, but Roger likes oral sex and sometimes I don't feel like it.� It will be up to you to satisfy him.� He's used to sissies.� Mother will probably have you sucking her dildo for practice, but there's nothing like the real thing."

 

This was all said so matter-of-factly, that I realized that this family had used male-maids for a long time.�

 

Madame Darcy unlocked my handcuffs and told me to bring her luggage to her room.� My leash was left in place.� I brought the bags in and found her room.� It was more like a suite.� The huge bedroom was flanked by a dressing room, walk-in closet and large bathroom.� There was a skylight in the ceiling along with recessed lights.� A fireplace occupied one corner of the room.� French doors led to a small balcony containing a white round wrought-iron glass-topped table and two comfortable chairs.�

 

"Hang up my clothes and put the rest away.� Then run a hot bath for me.� When you are finished with the luggage, I want you to rub my feet.� I love a good foot massage.� Then you can help me bathe.� In the future, I will expect you to put out fresh clothes for me without being told.� Now, get busy."

 

I completed the unpacking, marveling at the number of dresses, shoes and exotic underwear she had.� Madame Darcy was sitting on the edge of the king-sized bed and I knelt at her feet.�

 

"Take off your uniform, but leave on your lingerie." she ordered.�

 

I now knelt before her wearing my collar, bra, garter-belt, nylons and panties.� She held my face in one hand and re-applied my lipstick.� Madame Darcy looked down at me and said,

 

"I think you're beginning to realize the difference between your fantasy and my reality.� I have studied you and know you better than you know yourself.� I can recognize a real slave and,whether you like it or not, you fit the mold.� Deep down you find it easier to take orders than give them.� In your relationships with women you always want to please them.� To do what they want.� But it so hard to know what they really do want, isn't it.� Most women don't make it as easy as I do.� I just tell you what to do and expect you to do it.� You crave that.� You want to be obedient and submissive.� You know you can't really satisfy a woman as a real man.� Your cock is puny, you're not aggressive and you know women sense that.� Your fantasies always involved serving women with your mouth and tongue, not your cock.� But somehow, in your dreams, you were allowed to ejaculate.� You imagined you had some control.� Here you have no control.� I do. I control your cock; I control you body, and I will control your mind.� You will realize that the path to your happiness lies in making me happy.� You were trembling when Monique told you about your future.� Don't be scared.� This is what you need.� The discipline will train you; make you more careful in your work.� You are here for our use.� Your pleasure will come from your owners using you.� Whether sexually or domestically won't matter.� You will be used.� Accept it and your life will be easier.� Fight it and you will be miserable, both physically and mentally.� I want you dressed in women's lingerie as a reminder to you of your status.� You are not a man.� You are not a woman.� You are a sissy.� You are a slave.� You belong to me.� You cock cannot get hard unless I allow it.� You cannot play with yourself.� You will find relief only in obeying me.� I will use your mouth.� I will use your asshole.� I will teach you to worship me and my friends � of both sexes.� I know, I know.� You never sucked a cock before.� You are an anal virgin.� But you will suck cock because I want you to.� There is no guilt for you to obsess about.� I am making you do it.� I require you to do it.� I will fuck your asshole and watch as others fuck you.� I will make you my toilet.� I will humiliate you.� You will do things that you never even dreamed of.� All because I order you to.� Each humiliation will be proof of my control and your obedience.� You are never to question me or hesitate to do anything I ask. �No matter how gross, outrageous or offensive you may find it.� You will do it.� I can enforce my will with pain or pleasure.� The choice is yours.� But you WILL obey.� You really want this.� You need it.� You were meant to be owned by me, to be my property.� My daughters and friends will use you, but I will own you.� Never forget that.� You are mine.� Now, you will help me with my bath, and then dry me with large warm towels.� Then you will wash yourself.� I intend to start your training immediately.� First you will suck my cunt, then you will learn to suck my strap-on and finally I will take your precious virginity.� You will be my bitch tonight.� I will even allow you the ejaculate, if you please me."

 

As I heard Madame Darcy outline my future, I was dazed.� I was both frightened and thrilled.� Part of me knew she was right.� This may not have been what I expected or even wanted, but it was what I needed.� A beautiful, powerful and demanding woman had chosen me as her slave.� I would belong to her.� I did not have to worry about anything else except obeying her.� I could take comfort in the knowledge that she was in control.� As I knelt before this magnificent woman, I felt a great sense of relief coupled with a tremendous excitement.� I would be serving her as her servant, bathing her, touching her, worshipping her.� I would be used for her sexual pleasure.� I felt the tightness of the harness as my cock tried to become erect and had a taste of her control.�

 

She rose from the bed.� Telling me to remain on all fours, she pulled me into the bathroom by my leash.�

 

 

to be continued�