Decisions

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Decisions

DECISIONS

By Miranda Birch
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Copyright ©2019 Miranda Birch. All Rights Reserved.
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“Now Martin,” said Claire levelly, calmly and with no more than the merest trace of
teasing, “do you still think you are capable of handling a female-led relationship?

The Martin so addressed was a somewhat younger man who was kneeling before her naked,
hands on head, back straight, legs wide. His penis was tightly compressed into a metal
cage, from the base of which a heavy padlock dangled. His face betrayed a piquant
mixture of emotions; yearning and love; mixed with humiliation; and, perhaps, just a
souçon of despair.

”Yes, Ma’am.“

”Yes? Are you sure?“

”Yes, Ma’am.“

Claire smiled, not unkindly but perhaps with just a trace of playful malice.

”Yes, I think so too. I am glad we agree.“

She let him kneel there, waiting, while she sat back at her ease on the sofa, now
smiling broadly and very smugly.

She glanced at her wristwatch.

”Now, I want Martina here in — let’s see — five minutes,“ she said flatly.

At once the male was on his feet and rushing to the stairs without so much as a
by-your-leave. Claire waited. She heard his heavy tread on the stairs, then, fainter,
him opening a door and entering an upstairs room. The sounds faded. She waiting,
wristwatch ticking. There was the sound of footfalls on the stairs again, and in rushed
— Martina.

Martina came to halt before her at a respectful distance, and bobbed a quite decent
curtsey. Claire güvenilir bahis siteleri regarded with mocking curiosity the figure before her. The pink chiffon
headscarf, low on the forehead and tied behind the ears; the hastily-applied eyebrow
pencil, rouge and lipstick; the skimpy, scanty pink frock, generously trimmed with white
lace, its skirt only just long enough to cover the bare essentials, and then only just,
and the plunging neckline ending with a pretty edging of white lace just above the
nipples; the tiny white apron, the edges of which Martina now held out at an angle — the
‘curtsey-ready’ angle as Claire liked to call it; and the outsize lady’s open-toed
shoes, pink to match the frock. ”You must be Martina,“ she said smirking.

”Yes, Ma’am.“ There was no trace of shared joke in the reply. On one side at least, this
was all quite serious.

”Let’s have a look at this uniform then. Hmm, scarf, frock and apron are all acceptable.
Oh but those eyebrows! They’ve grown out a bit again already, haven’t they? Make sure
you pluck them properly tomorrow morning, won’t you?“

”Yes, Ma’am.“

”Hmmm, rouge is just about OK, but the lippy…“ she shook her head, ”… you have not
done very well at all: nothing like that luscious, exaggerated cupid’s bow look I want.
Still,“ she qualified, relenting slightly, ”you didn’t have a lot of time, so I will
excuse it this once. But you need concentrate on getting that just right in future,
don’t you?“

”Yes, Ma’am.“

”Come closer then, let’s have a look under the frock.“

He minced a few steps closer and gathered his skirts high about his waist.

”Oh, güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri good, fully shaven already! That’s nice! Now, what about this girdle, yes, quite a
snug fit. Still XL is it?“

”Yes, Ma’am.“

”Mmmm, we were trying to get you into an L as soon as, weren’t we?“

”Yes, Ma’am.“

”Well?“

”I… oh… I… the L is still very tight, Ma’am.“

”Oh dear, that’s a shame. Still, it won’t kill you will it? Start wearing the L from
tomorrow on.“

”Yes, Ma’am.“

”Right, that’s the end of uniform inspection.“

Martina bobbed a respectful curtesy and minced back to where he had been spending.

Claire looked him up and down, licked her lips, looked pensive. Then her face
brightened, and she spoke again.

”I was going to leave it until tomorrow to tell you this, after you’d had a chance to
get some rest. But I think I might as well tell you now.“

She paused.

”We agreed that we would give our relationship one last chance, for a trial period of a
month, didn’t we?“

”Yes, Ma’am.“

”And our holiday together as Claire and Martin was at in addition to this trial period,
wasn’t it?“

”Yes, Ma’am.“

”Claire and Martin had a lovely holiday by and large, didn’t they?“

”Yes, Ma’am.“

”More ups than downs, I would say?“

”Yes, Ma’am.“

”There were some downs though, weren’t there?“ Claire wrinkled her nose.

”I.. er… yes, Ma’am.“

Claire nodded. ”Yes, I thought so too.“

Idly, she fingered the key which hung on a silver chain around her neck. It was the key
to Martina’s chastity device.

”I came to a decision on that holiday, Martina.“

Claire paused, and Martina waited.

”Would you güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri like to know what that decision was, Martina?“

”Yes, Ma’am.“

”I decided our relationship works!“ Claire announced brightly.

She watched as Martina’s face lit up.

”Oh, you are pleased about that! So I am! Very pleased!“

She beamed one of her kindest, loveliest smiles at him; and he smiled shyly, hopefully,
back.

”And…“ she paused, letting the tension build. She could see the expectation in his face
mounting, tinged with just a little doubt.

”… I also decided that Martina is now full-time.“

His face was a picture to behold, it changed so rapidly.

Claire reiterated the point, speaking more slowly and rather more loudly than usual.

”I want up both to be absolutely clear about that. Martina is now full-time.“

She paused and waited to let it sink in. And waited some more. Finally she broken the
tension and spoke again.

”So, here you are Martina. ‘Frocked and locked’, as someone once put it. Not so easy to
get out of chastity and out of frocks as it was to get into them, is it?“

”No, Ma’am.“

”Do you enjoy being ‘frocked and locked’, Martina?“

He looked hesitant. ”I…“

”You many answer freely,“ Claire encouraged him.

”N-no, no I don’t Ma’am.“

”Oh! What a shame!“ Claire held her head on one side and regarded him as one would a
bird with a broken wing. Or, just perhaps, as a cat would. She levelled her head, and
regarded him steadily for a while without speaking. He stood motionless, successfully
overcoming the strong urge to fidget nervously.

”But surely you must understand by now, Martina, that you are ‘frocked and locked’
PERMANENTLY?“

Martin/Martina hung his head. Claire smiled.
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