Thursday, June 7, 2018

Story: Florence, Lady Cranwell. Chapter 25.

by Jackie J

The progress with Janette’s feminisation was slow frustrating and painful for the would-be girl. It soon became clear in the first few weeks that Lord Cranwell had never actually sought a life of femininity and it was only the demands and insistence of Mary Downton that had resulted in his cross-dressing. However, with her world now surrounded by all things feminine and over the many months her diet wasting away and weakening her masculine frame progress was being made but there was still much to do if Sharista was to have her credible girl.

After six months the incessant application of caustic creams had destroyed her face follicles along with the majority of her body hair and her practised application of powder and rouge, along with the intake of herbal supplements there were clear signs a swan was starting to emerge for the ugly duckling. The retraining of Janette’s voice into its softer tone and the hours of deportment guidance had been truly difficult and the fading welts from her canning still remained across her fattened ass cheeks bearing testament to just how difficult that had been for her.

 Katrina smiled at Janette, who pushed back her hair from her face with her polished nails and smiled, passing Katrina the half-finished design of some embroidery work Janette had been set. Katrina studied the fine needlework then handed the piece back to Janette.

“This is much better Janette and your hair looks lovely this morning I do hope Madeline was not too rough with you last night?”


Janette blushed with a nervous giggle of course Madeline had been rough with her she liked it that way being taken like girl by the aggressive Madeline. Her limp cock flopping idle, flaccid and useless whilst Madeline had her way with her making her squeal with delight before feasting in Madeline’s hot wet slot.

“No Miss”

Katrina chuckled

“Indeed, well I have some more clothing for you to repair today which you will find in the hamper. Make a good job of it, which I know you will, and perhaps I will have Madeline visit you again this evening.”

Janette placed her embroidery on her vanity, stood back and curtsied.

“Yes, Miss thank you Miss.”

Janette settled into her work of sewing, her mending skills now quite developed taking pleasure from restoring hems, opened seams and the odd tear on the various garments.

The day passed seemingly without time for Janette engrossed in her work and whilst finishing off a delicate decorative lace trim to a petticoat the door opened. Sharista entered and Janette was quickly to her feet and with a rustle of her petticoats curtsied.

“Don’t let me disturb you, Janette. Please continue.”

“Yes Miss, thank you Miss”

Sharista surveyed the completed items and smiled at the impeccable stitching the repairs almost invisible to the eye then glanced down at Janette. Of course, Janette was not a female but in truth who now would know that without a close and perhaps naked examination. Her figure, albeit encouraged by her corset, her mannerisms, her soft sweet voice, powdered face rouged cheeks and lips she was no longer just a man in a dress, she was so much more, Katrina had done a wonderful job. Eight patient months Katrina had worked with Lord Cranwell, admittedly her regime was quite brutal in the early days but Janette had finally embraced her femininity.

According to Katrina the introduction of the entertainment girls, Madeline and Matilda, to use Janette like they would any of the paying lady guests proved the tipping point, Janette making every effort to look as pretty as she could for their visits.

Janette conscious that her Mistress was staring at her looked up coyly which blossomed into a pretty smile. Sharista needed no more convincing it was time for her butterfly to come out of its chrysalis.
Back in her office Sharista told Katrina that she thought Janette was ready, Katrina was unsure but Sharista was adamant.

“But what about Jessica, are you going to tell Janette?”

Sharista was becoming impatient with Katrina.

“Look what happened to Jessica was of her own making and Janette is so loved up with those two hookers you have ploughing her I doubt she will care little for her now. Jessica had her opportunity here at Stoneleigh being head maid, she knew the consequences of what she was getting involved in and should be thankful she still has her sanity, all though I grant you little else. If I recall, you said at the time that Maggie was much more suited to the role of head maid. Some are just sheep to be shorn and unfortunately Jessica is just such a creature, Maggie’s manipulative shearing of that particular sheep took the whole fleece from its back and has kept it bald ever since. My new girl Janette will have no interest in Maggie’s lap dog."

“No Katrina our pretty Janette can start earning her keep she can see Jessica all in good time but tonight I want her dressed to the nines, have Madeline bring her down onto the floor let’s see how see reacts.”

Katrina reluctantly agrees and makes the necessary arrangements for Janette to be prepared to join Madeline in the main hall to mingle with the guests that evening.

 At the time Lord Cranwell had been originally snared by Sharista and following her meeting with her mistress Jess had mixed emotions she had been told that Lord Cranwell, Jonathan, had been found and that Miss Matrina would try to get them reunited but informed her that her husband had changed, changed quite a lot, but so had she. How could it possibly be like it was? Before she was dismissed by her Mistress she was ordered to discipline one of her maid’s, Maggie the upstairs maid who had been found by Katrina to have been feigning illness.

Jess was a good head maid and ensured Stoneleigh was kept pristine but she was not good with discipline. Whilst most of the maids worked well with Jess’s light touch Maggie took advantage seeing Jess’s kindness to be weakness a weakness to be exploited. The times that Jess had confronted Maggie about her tardiness Maggie had such a way with her to twist things which usually ended with Jess apologising to her and often doing her duties for her. 

With her Mistress and Katrina making it clear they wanted Maggie punished for her insubordination Jess would need to be much firmer with her miscreant maid. Maggie having been chastised by Katrina and put back to work Jess found her cleaning one of the guest rooms. Taking a deep breath and looking as stern as she could Jess glared at Maggie.

“Leave that Maggie and go down to my office.”

Maggie smirked at her smartly dressed head maid shrugged her shoulders and pushed past Jess in the doorway.

Down in the head maid’s office Jess sat at her desk and Maggie stood in front of her. Maggie’s ruse had been exposed by Katrina but she could twist Jess around her little finger so she was not worried.
“Maggie you have let yourself down yet again and this time it is serious the Mistress of Stoneleigh herself knows about what you did and I have been ordered to punish you and this time I am not covering for you, no excuses punished you will be.”

Maggie looked at Jess contempt in her eyes and a dismissive tone in her voice.

“And what will it be this time a stern talking to, I am so worried please don’t shout at me Miss.”
Jess had never used physical punishments on her maid’s and however tempting it was to thrash the arrogance from her surly maid Maggie she just couldn’t. Jess had spared the rod and in front of her stood the spoiled child a situation in part of her own making. If she had been stricter from the outset with Maggie perhaps she would not have been so eager to take advantage of Jess’s kindness.

“Shout at you, I would not waste my breath, you have gone too far this time Maggie you are to replace Wendy down in the pens from today you are no longer the upstairs maid.

The arrogance of Maggie faded along with the colour from her cheeks, the pens? Harnessing clients cleaning and feeding then working in the stench and squalor of the human pigsty’s, the worst of the worst jobs at Stoneleigh and Jess was condemning her to this lowly role.

The look of horror on Maggie’s face made Jess smile which she hid well, at last she had got the attention of her unruly maid.

Maggie pleaded with Jess.

“Please Miss no you can’t please don’t send me down there please Wendy likes it down there it wouldn’t be fair on her would it?”

Jess had to stay strong she had backtracked and spared Maggie punishments before which had brought her authority into question she had to see this through.

“I am sure Wendy will be happy to take over the duties of upstairs maid now get over to the East wing and send Wendy back to me.”

Jess stood hiding her satisfaction that she had been strong enough to face down Maggie and pointed to the door.

“Get out.”

Maggie turned at the door.

“You will regret this wait and see.”

The look in Maggie’s eyes and the tone of her voice made Jess shiver but held her nerve although her voice faltered a little.

“Get out, get out.”

Half an hour passed before a bedraggled Wendy appeared at Jess’s office and was immediately sent to the sluice to wash the stink and muck from her. Returning having cleaned herself and put on a new uniform she thanked Jess for her promotion to upstairs maid and left to commence her duties.
Over the next few days that Jess made her rounds Maggie glared at her when she visited the East wing. The pens were always busy with a rotation of Stoneleigh clients male and female wanting to experience the degradation of being helplessly trussed up in a harness and shepherded around like a dumb animal. Some for short periods others for longer and with six pens to service Maggie was kept busy.

Jess had a tinge of regret at having punished Maggie in the way she had but when Katrina congratulated her on how she had treated and punished Maggie she felt much better. Jess was seeing less and less of Katrina, Mistress had given her some special assignment which she could not discuss and it was rare now for them to have private time together, Katrina always seemingly preoccupied with her special duties. With Sharista also away visiting tenant farmers on her estates Jess was very much in charge of Stoneleigh.

Three weeks now Maggie had been working in the pens and she watched Jess striding down the walkway in her smart uniform towards the working girls’ residential quarters attached to the East wing. Maggie kicked one of her human pets and scowled and cursed under her breath already having plotted her revenge.

“That bitch is going to get what’s coming to her.”

Maggie smirked and made her way to the store room and waited for Jess to arrive for her daily checks.




9 comments:

  1. Seems like Jess is finally going to the pens for a long run in the harness?

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  2. Somebody must take Sharista down!

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  3. At first I liked this story, but, for me at least, it seems to have gone off the rails.

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    1. Definitely not for everyone, sorry you feel this way!

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    2. Sorry about that trying to get things back on track and bring the focus back to Lady Florence as was.

      Hugs
      Jackie J
      XXX

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    3. i for one am happy she is getting back to her downward spiral, as it should be

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    4. I agree. Too many 'twists' Was good for a while though.

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  4. I must admit I have been waiting for it to get back to Jess. Because it just didn't feel right with her making her way back up in the world. I was hoping when sharista came that she would have been made to be one of her prostitutes

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  5. This story was great up until about chapter 17 or so. Then there were too many 'twists' Jess is tricked into being a maid by her Mom-in-Law, but Lady Dowton finds out, and is the secret Mistress, then the head maid was the real Mistress, then the Madame. Why? Who'll jump in and take over next? Why?

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