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She then ordered, "You have a house to clean, so get with it!"

Get with it, I did. I mopped. I scrubbed floors. I vacuumed, I
dusted, I polished the furniture. I did everything necessary to
clean the house until it was spotless. I even did the windows;
inside, that is.

Meanwhile, Miss Irene was doing exercises and practicing her
martial arts. I sneaked a few minutes to peek in a watch her.
Seeing her work out made me understand how she took me down so
easily when I first tried to jump her, and then how she had
overpowered me when she gave me the spanking, which, in fact,
still hurt. I knew there was no way that I could get the better
of her physically without a club or something.

Occasionally, she would interrupt me in my work, force me into
the dressing room and remove my makeup, and make me re-apply it.
We did that four or five times during the day. The first few
times it was a disaster and she had to do it over for me. The
third time, so-so. The fourth time I was almost passable. At
least I was getting better.

She also interrupted me at lunch. I had to fix her a meal and
then stand behind her while she ate, making sure her every need
was fulfilled. I should also mention that she would interrupt me
all during the day to serve her drinks or otherwise do her
bidding.

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After she ate, she allowed me to eat in the kitchen. My meal
consisted of eating what she had left on her plate. It may have
been humiliating, but for me, it was a giant step up. For the
first time since I had come into the house, I didn't have to eat
off the floor.

I might also mention that early on, I had complained about doing
housework in high heels, pointing out that regular maids doing
menial work wore low-heeled shoes while working. I argued that I
could do a better job cleaning the house if she allowed me this
freedom.

She only laughed and replied that regular maids already knew how
to wear high-heeled shoes and that housework was their
occupation. But in my case, not only must I learn housework, I
must also learn to accustom myself to high heels. It was also
necessary to keep me aware that I must get used to accepting a
subservient role and wear feminine clothes. No arguing with that.

I guess it was around five-thirty when I finished. If the house
was clean before, it was sterile now.

It was now time to begin preparing Miss Irene's evening meal.
Fortunately, I had spent some time in my wanderings as a
short-order cook, so I wasn't completely lost in front of a
stove. Also, the meal she ordered was rather simple to prepare. I
had no trouble making it. She did mention, rather emphatically,
that I had better learn to prepare more exotic foods as she and
her guests enjoyed a varied menu.

It was after seven before I finished preparing and serving the
meal. As instructed, I stood behind her while she ate so that I
would be available in case she wanted something. My meal was in
the same manner as lunch. I ate her leftovers in the kitchen.

Completing the cleanup, I went and bathed. I again used the
sweet-smelling bath crystals and the bubble bath. By now I was
starting to enjoy this part of it and thought that after I was
freed, I'd continue to bathe this way whenever possible.

After I bathed and dried myself, I put on a clean lace bra and
inserts that I found on my crib (cage?). I had a bit of
difficulty but I was getting used to the technique of snagging
hooks behind me.

Next was baby doll nightie and a matching short robe that barely
covered my hips. The lace bikini panties were elasticized in the
crotch, which held my genitals back between my legs, completely
hiding them out of sight. Smearing some night cream on my face
that Miss Irene told me I'd find on the dressing table, I went
into the den to join her.

She was there waiting for me, similarly clad. When she saw me she
produced a bowl of ice cubes, a few of which she wrapped in some
cloth. She told me to hold one against each ear, which I did
until they began to feel numb.

She then severely pinched each ear in turn and began fumbling
with them, finally stepping back.

"When are you going to pierce them," I asked, secretly hoping
that she would change her mind.

"It's already done, and the keepers are in place," she replied.
We'll check them again in the morning. I see no reason why you
shouldn't be able to wear any style I select for you by then."

Under her close direction, I filed and shaped my fingernails and
toenails, and applied a bright red polish on them. She remarked
that my fingernails would look much more attractive when they
grew out longer.

When they were completely dry, she affixed the chastity irons
about my wrists and neck to prevent me from reaching down to my
crotch and playing with my genitals.

She took me up to my bedroom and again locked me in my crib/cage
and left me to my own thoughts for the night.

And so ended my first full day of feminized captivity.