Stories & Poems

Katrina's Dream (Part 2)

Oh my God!! Madam has permitted her servant Katrina to fulfil Madam’s wish for a corset, made personally for her gorgeous body by Mr Pearl, in Paris. I am such a lucky girl!

Now I must be most careful to ensure that I am allowed to accompany Madam to make quite sure that her visit to Paris is quite perfect.

Now I am quite sure that Madam will make her own arrangements, but I can’t help imagining how it might be ….

Madam had arranged for breakfast to be brought to our suite at 8.30 the next morning and I made sure that I would be awake by 7.00 so that I had time to get dressed and tidy up the suite before opening the door to the waiter who would bring the breakfast.

Fortunately for me, Madam had arranged for the hotel to put up a temporary bed in the living room of the suite.  It would have been quite out of the question for me to sleep in the same room as my mistress.  I passed a reasonably comfortable night.  The Alligator was still in place - I had not been given permission to take it out – and I was of course feeling the after effects of Madam’s devious punishments the previous night.  I think though that I must have pleased her because when she untied me from the chair, she gave me a  white gold very thin chain to wear around my neck, with a matching heart. It says on one side 'I am the sole property of Madam Raison D'etre', and on the other side it says 'Katrina My little bitch'.  I was so delighted to be given this that I was in tears, and the thought of that helped me to forget any physical hurt and to sleep soundly.

I was in any case awake, and excited, by 7.00.  It was of course important not to disturb Madam, so when the hands on the clock finally reached 7.00, I slid quietly out of bed.  I was not going to use Madam’s bathroom in the suite, but I had noticed that there was a cloakroom outside the restaurant which was not far from the suite, so I slipped on a dressing gown and went down the corridor to have a morning wash before getting dressed.  That done, I started my dressing.  I had to be a maid to carry out my morning duties, so I wrapped my corset around myself and struggled with the laces, then stockings and breast forms to complete my feminine form.  There was a mirror in the hallway of the suite, so I did my make up there and put on and adjusted my wig.  I knew that I had not achieved the wonderful result that Madam had when she did my make up, but I am only a trainee maid, with a lot of practice needed – which I hoped I would be able to get with Madam.

As I was admiring myself in the mirror, and particularly the gold chain and heart around my neck, there was a knock on the door.  I opened it to find a young boy, in full hotel uniform outside with Madam’s breakfast tray.  His eyes popped a bit to be greeted by a maid in full uniform, but after a moment’s hesitation he came in and laid the tray on the hall table.  I had to remember to use my girlish voice in thanking him for bringing the breakfast.

With eager anticipation and some trepidation, I opened the bedroom door.  I had never been privileged to see Madam in bed.  Fortunately she was awake, as I was quite unsure what I should do if she was still asleep.  She was sitting up in the middle of the big bed, with a gilt and brocade headboard behind her, setting off to perfection a vision of my mistress which I had not previously been privileged to see.  Her dark hair cascaded loosely over her bare shoulders and she was wearing a nightdress of black silk with a froth of cream coloured lace around her bosom.  So different from my mistress when she is at her most imperious; softer but so, so adorable.

“God morning Katrina” she said. “”Good morning Madam” I replied as I curtseyed  “your breakfast is here”

“Good, bring it in here and put it on the table in the window”  I turned to get the tray and Madam got out of bed and slipped on a matching negligee of black and cream as she moved over to the table where I was setting out the breakfast.  It looked very good!

“Katrina, you now have a choice” she said  “you can either join me in my breakfast, or you can worship my feet.  One or the other.”  That was an easy choice, in spite of the fact that I had not had much to eat last night and was quite hungry.  I dropped to my knees under the table and took each of Madam’s feet in turn, bathing them with my tongue and sucking on her toes.  “In the bathroom, Katrina, you will find a pot of foot balm.  Go and get it and rub the balm into my feet”

“Now I am going to get dressed, and as a slave should never see her mistress naked, I will have to lock you in the wardrobe while I dress.  In you get, and don’t sit on any of my shoes”  I wasn’t expecting this but I hastily cleared a space in the wardrobe and the door was then shut on me.  I heard the key turn in the lock.  It was dark, but I was closeted there in the dark with Madam’s wonderful clothes, and I was breathing in the heavenly smell of her perfume.  How long would I be there?  I did not know but I was happy.

Some time later…..

Madam is in red today.  A red dress with quite a high neckline.  A red necklace, black stockings and boots with a black belt which showed off her fabulous (no doubt corseted) figure.  But I could tell that Madam was in a hurry.  Her appointment with Mr Pearl, the famous corsetiere was this morning and she did not intend to be late.

“Come out of there, you lazy bitch” she said “and put the clothes I need to take with me in a case.  I need to show Mr Pearl how I will want to wear the corset he will make for me, so put in the case the black lace cocktail dress, the pink taffeta ball gown and my riding jacket, oh and that pair of silver sandals, if you haven’t squashed then while you were in the wardrobe.”

So of we went.  Mr Pearl’s workshop, his atelier, was in a back street, quite unassuming, but Mr Pearl himself was a most unusual man.  A small elderly man who obviously wore a corset himself.  He had a tiny waist.  Maybe one day I could aspire to that.

He greeted Madam very warmly.  “Formidable!  Magnifique!  It will be the greatest pleasure to make a corset for such a beautiful woman” he said “ but as for your companion (he meant me) I am not so sure.”

“That’s all right “said Madam, “Katrina has just come to carry my case and she is now going off to a different appointment, with Studio Fantastique, where she will be properly groomed.”

Madam and Mr Pearl were soon engrossed in detailed discussions of fabrics, styles and fashion trends.  Madam had informed me the night before that she had arranged for me to attend this studio to have make–up lessons.  Now she gave me a card with the address of the studio and told me to go and get a taxi there as she was busy and I would have to find my own way there.  I was decidedly nervous, going out onto the street in my imperfectly groomed and clothed  female persona.  It was a not very good neighbourhood, but I did find a taxi.

Studio Fantastique appeared to be expecting me.  It was very businesslike.  I was shown into a changing room, given a cup of coffee and told to wait.  I drank the coffee, and the next thing I knew was waking up, strapped to a gynaecological chair, totally naked.  There must have been a drug of some sort in the coffee.

A middle aged lady in a white coat and with a clipboard stood beside me and was speaking to somebody I could not see.  “This one is to have complete depilation, eyebrow shaping, ear, nipple and penis piercing, manicure and finger nail extensions, pedicure and attachment of breast prostheses.  Then she will move on to the beauty salon for hair and make up”.  (I think that was what she said – she spoke of course in French).

So, Madam had arranged for me to be fully feminised and, strapped to the chair as I was, I was powerless to object.  Although it was a bit scary, being naked and tied down, in a strange city in a foreign country and not knowing quite what was to happen to my body, I relaxed as I thought that if Madam had arranged this, she would have made sure that everything would be OK, and I would be able to look forward to being beautiful for Madam.

The first thing that happened was that somebody came and slipped blackout contact lenses into my eyes.  I could see nothing but I could still hear what was going on around me.  Scary!

I cold feel the hot wax being applied to various parts of my body and then suddenly – excruciating pain as the sheet of cooled wax was ripped from my chest – I passed out.  What a baby!

As I came to, I don’t know how much later, I though I could hear Madam’s voice talking to the attendants.  Of course Madam spoke French extremely well, and I couldn’t follow exactly what she was saying.  I could hear her voice and feel hands running over my, now hairless, body.  My prick started to rise in response to her presence, but somehow it couldn’t.  They must have somehow secured the tip of my penis between my legs.

She must have been asking for some further changes to my eyebrows, as I could feel the hairs being pulled with tweezers.  Madam then spoke to me “Katrina, you are going to be a very pretty girl when these lovely people have completed their work.  I have arranged for these treatments as you will come with me tonight to the opening night of the new James Bond film in Paris, and this will be a very dressy occasion.  When your transformation is complete, we will go to Galleries Lafayette to choose for you an evening dress and accessories so that I will be accompanied tonight by a demure and delicate young lady”

“Oh, and my first fitting with Monsieur Pearl was finished this morning and you will be interested to know that I have chosen a style which I can wear either on its own, or under clothes, but I expect that I will wear it mostly without anything over the top.  The outer material is in ivory silk brocade, with black piping round the edges.  M Pearl has agreed to specially fasttrack the making of my corset, so there will be a final fitting tomorrow morning.”

Of course I still had those blackout lenses in my eyes, so I still couldn’t see anything.  I was released from the chair and helped to walk over to an ordinary chair.  From the sensations, I could tell that my face was being made up, false eyelashes were being applied and then a wig was placed on my head and tweaked.

“I want her to see the full effect first, so please leave the black lenses in her eyes and dress her first” I heard Madam say.  My arms were lifted and bra straps were put in place and the bra fitted over my new breast forms. I had felt the weight of these as I had moved over to the make up table.  The bra was clasped in place and then panties were pulled up my legs.  I felt stockings being slid up my smooth legs.  They were obviously hold-ups as I could feel the pull of the elastic bands around the tops of my thighs,  I had come in a baby pink ruffled blouse with a high ruffled neck and frilly cuffs and I guess that was what I was being dressed in, together with a very tight pencil skirt of the same colour.  Shoes were then put on my feet and I was told to stand up.  When I did so, I could feel that these shoes were quite a bit higher than I had worn before.

The lenses were then removed from my eyes and I saw the end result of all this feminisation, and it was good.  The girl looking back at me was all girl, with blonde curls.  I could see Madam in her red outfit in the mirror behind me, smiling at my reaction.  I turned and walked around to show off my new image.  When I did so, Madam said to the manager there, “Oh, we need one more thing.  Will you lift her skirt and tie a strap around her thighs, a bit below the crutch, so that she has to take small steps.  She has a tendency to walk like a man otherwise”.  They pulled up my skirt (which was quite tight anyway) and buckled a broad belt around my thighs, and then pulled the skirt down again.  I did indeed have to take very small steps.

We left Studio Fantastique and asked the taxi to take us to Galleries Lafayette.  Madam steered us straight to the evening wear department.  She had told me she was looking for something demure and girlish for me to wear this evening.  The sales girl was very helpful and brought out a number of dresses in pale and pastel colours; mostly full length, and I had to try these on and model them for Madam.  In some cases, the assistant had to come with me into the fitting room to fasten the dress correctly, and I had to be careful to remember to use my little girl voice.  Luckily, my penis was safely secured between my legs and, provided I kept my panties in place, my secret would not have been obvious.

Eventually Madam settled on a cream (virginal?) dress with an empire bodice, and a bit of lace around the neckline. It fell from below the bust straight to the floor and made me look, I thought, a bit like a shepherdess.  Long cream gloves were add to the outfit.  I though that I didn’t need anything else around my neck, as I proudly wore Madam’s necklace gift, but she had brought with her from Mr Pearl a matching neck corset  which she fastened around my neck and which made me hold my head up very high. It didn’t seem very comfortable, but I suppose that was not the point. The dress, gloves and neck corset were wrapped as I dressed again in my street clothes and we went back to the hotel to prepare for the evening.

When we arrived back in our room, I was quickly put back into maidservant mode.  In my maid’s uniform, together with the new fingernails, wig and make up I looked a real dish (I thought).  Madam ordered tea from room service and had me serve that for her and then massage her feet while she attended to her business affairs by telephone and on her laptop.  She had been on her feet for quite some time during the day, so she removed her stockings.  I got a bowl of warm water and some perfumed soap and washed her feet while she worked.  I then dried them with a lovely fluffy towel before anointing them with peppermint foot oil and covering them with kisses.  

I didn’t have all that much time though.  The shoes had to be cleaned, and we know how a little bitch has to handle that job.  My tongue got busy cleaning the dust and dirt off those elegant heels and I finished off by polishing them with a soft shoe cloth, so that they shone like new.  Next I had to iron Madam’s outfit for the evening and lay out her underwear and accessories.  Madam had decided to wear a black tuxedo and trousers, with a white shirt.  She had asked for black corset, panties and stockings and would wear black sparkly sandals.

Madam went into the bathroom to wash.  I busied myself tidying the suite, and making the bed ready for Madam on our return.  Madam emerged from the bathroom in her corset and stockings, looking quite stupendous.   I was on my knees in an instant.

“Now my little bitch” she said “there is one more toy which you do not know about yet.  Bring me the key fob from the table.”  I hurried to get it and gave it to Madam.  She took hold of it and then, suddenly, a sharp pain in both my nipples.  “You see, bitch, your nipples were pierced before the breast forms were applied, and little electrodes were placed in the piercings under the breasts.  “Neat isn’t it”, she said, pressing the button again which made me clasp my hands to my breast as though I was a modest little girl protecting my bosom.

Madam dressed in her severe, masculine style clothes which looked anything but masculine on her fabulous figure.  Her hair was up as she so often wore it, and she had long jet earrings in her ears and a black jet choker style necklace.  Her shirt was unbuttoned in front, to show a glimpse of her black corset and the swell of those magnificent breasts.  The jacket was obviously very skilfully cut.  The very feminine sandals, sparkling with jewels were evident at the end of her lovely long legs.

She then dressed me in my new outfit, lacing me tightly into a long corset so that I could hardly breathe and would have difficulty sitting down.  I pulled the gloves up my arms and Madam fastened the neck corset around my neck.  I wore white high-heeled sandals, which were locked onto my feet with little tiny padlocks.

I admired the effect in the mirror, with Madam standing behind me.  It was quite clear from our respective attire who was dominant and who was the subservient slave.  I didn’t need a collar and lead; it was quite obvious that I would go with Madam wherever I was bid and do whatever I was told.  I was in heaven!

A taxi had been ordered to take us to the premiere.  As we walked across the hotel foyer, with Madam leading the way, we certainly attracted attention and there was no shortage of doormen opening doors for us.  The evening was just beginning ….