Denis Richards acted as chauffeur and general handyman to Lady Cynthia who lived a life of leisure in Mayfair, or at her country cottage in Maidenhead. She had many friends, one  of the closest being the German actress Jutta Feldhauser, with whom she spent much of her time.

Denis Richards knew very little of Lady Cynthia's idiosyncrasies when he first worked for her. He found her polite and fairly considerate, and felt that he had been lucky to find such a post.

Most mornings he would take Lady Cynthia shopping in the West End or drive her down to Maidenhead where he would sometimes assist her in making a lunch if there had not been time to advise local staff that they were coming. Among the local staff was a young woman employed as Lady Cynthia's personal maid, but she did not live in, as her visits to the cottage were relatively infrequent. Denis liked the look of her and he was always disappointed when she was not at the cottage during their shorter visits.

He was much more uncertain about Jutta Feldhauser who treated him almost contemptuously. Jutta also seemed to have considerable influence over Lady Cynthia, and he noticed that Lady Cynthia was by no means as pleasant when Jutta was staying.

When he was alone with Lady Cynthia they got on quite well and he sometimes thought that she rather fancied him. But, of course, nothing came of it and he supposed that he had misjudged things. How could such beautiful woman as Lady Cynthia enter into any sort of relation­ship with her chauffeur?

But there was one incident that he could not get out of his mind and to which he constantly returned in his thoughts.

It was one morning when they were staying at Mayfair and one of the maids was away. Lady Cynthia was dressing when the telephone rang and she asked Denis to answer it, calling down from the upstairs landing. She then returned to her room and Denis, who had a message for her, was forced to go up to give it to her. He was going to call it out to her but when he knocked she told him to enter. On doing so he saw, to his amazement, that she was completely naked, smoking a cigarette and lying on the bed.

Embarrassed by her nakedness, he looked away as he told her about the call, whereupon Lady Cynthia got to her feet and said she wanted his advice on something. He was compelled to look at the lovely fair­haired beauty as she asked him about a switch on a reading-lamp. When he said he would come back and see to it, she insisted that he did it there and then, and, still naked, she stood near him as he took a small screwdriver from his pocket and started to mend it.

He could not help being amazed at the fact that she had made no attempt to cover herself in his presence and he found himself taking surreptitious glances at her from behind as she moved about the room. Then she started to dress, pulling on a pair of knickers and a bra, during which time she spoke to him about her plans for the afternoon.

Ever since that morning he always thought of her as wearing the elegant white lace-edged bra and knickers she had put on in his presence, and his last vision of her was as she sat on the edge of the bed, drawing a pair of fine stockings up her shapely legs.

One morning they went shopping and as they left a well-known store to return to the car, Jutta Feldhauser came up.

'I thought that was your car, Cynthia,' she said. 'Are you going back now?'

'Yes, why not come and have a sherry?' said Cynthia, obviously pleased to see her.

They were soon in the car and Denis, in front, could hear very little of their conversation, apart from some mention of the 'local maid' coming up to the Mayfair house.

It was when they got back that he realized what it was all about for the young girl from Maidenhead was waiting for her mistress in the hall.

'Hello,' said Lady Cynthia, 'so you've arrived. Good. I hope you'll be able to stay up here now for a while as my other maid has left.'

The girl, whose name was Alice, nodded. 'Yes, Miss, that'll be all right. I've told my family I'll be staying here.'

It was very good news for Denis that Alice was staying in London for now he would see much more of her. She might even be given a room on the top floor of the house in which case he might even see her during their free time.

But late that night when he ventured forth from his room to find out in which room Alice was spending the night he got something of a surprise.

He walked quietly along the landing and when he reached the last room before the stairs he saw the door was slightly ajar and that there was a light on. As he got closer he heard Lady Cynthia speaking.

'Behave yourself, she was saying, 'or Jutta will have to deal with you.' 'But I don't like always being dressed as a maid,' Alice was saying. The full import of that sentence was only to become clear to Denis later, for at that moment he simply assumed that Alice was complaining because she could not wear ordinary clothes when not on duty in the house.

He missed the next bit of conver­sation for he thought he heard some­one on the stairs and he quickly made his way back to his room. What struck him as very strange was that Lady Cynthia should have been to Alice's room, and he was determined to find out more about the reason for her visit at the first opportunity.

He waited for some time and when the coast was clear again he went to Alice's room and tapped on the door.

'Who is it?' he heard her call.

'It's me - Denis,' he replied. 'Can I come in?'

'All right,' was her reply.

When he entered he could see a possible reason for Lady Cynthia's complaint for Alice was dressed in the most elegant gown and made up so well that she almost challenged Lady Cynthia in elegance and beauty. No wonder she had demanded that her maid kept to her normal workaday clothes! he thought.

He said he had heard Lady Cynthia's voice a few minutes earlier and was naturally curious why she had been up to the servants' quarters.

Alice looked at him from under her false eyelashes, trying to assess whether he could be trusted. And then she made what seemed to Denis some sort of excuse: 'Oh, she just came to tell me she wanted me to go to her room earlier than usual in the morning.

Alice looked so desirable that it was not going to be easy for Denis, given this golden opportunity of being alone with her for the first time, to drag himself away. He decided to take the bull by the horns.

'Alice,' he began, 'you know you appeal to me. Now that we're living in the same house, I was wondering whether ... well, you know, whether we might have an affaire. You know how much I fancy you.'

Alice seemed to be suppressing a laugh but she looked back at him with a smile on her face.

'Do you really fancy me?' she asked him. I don't think you would if you really knew about me.'

He rushed over and took her in his arms. 'Of course, 1 would,' he said. 'Nothing would make any difference to me.'

'Are you sure?' 'Certain,' was his reply.

Then I am going to give you a surprise,' said Alice. 'But first you must swear to me that what I am going to tell you must always remain secret.'

I swear,' said Denis.

At that, to Denis's utter amazement, Alice lifted up her gown and pushing her hand inside her knickers she exposed a set of male genitals.

He had scarcely realized the situation when another surprise awaited him for at that very moment Jutta Feldhauser entered the room.

'So that's how you keep your secret, is it?' she shouted, addressing Alice. And turning to Denis she said: 'And what the hell are you doing here?'

Denis stammered some sort of reply but he was at once dismissed by Jutta and told that she would want to see him in the morning. I am certain that Lady Cynthia will have something to say too,' she added.

The next morning he was asked to take Lady Cynthia and Jutta Feldhauser out shopping, nothing being said about the incidents of the previous evening. But when they returned to the house there ' were rapid developments, and Denis was soon completely bewildered by the new situation he found himself in.

First, he was amazed to see Alice, dressed as usual in the maid's uniform. He had fully expected that after the revelation of the previous evening he would not see her again in maid's clothes.

No sooner had they got into the hall than Lady Cynthia told him to follow her to the library. She led the way and, having removed his cap, he followed her, Jutta coming behind with Alice following.

As soon as they reached the library Lady Cynthia told him to kneel in front of her.

'You are so keen on finding out about things and generally putting your foot in it,' she began, 'that you'd better learn about some more things. First, I happen to like men who do as I tell them, whatever it is. And for once I am going to ask you to do something I have never asked from you before, although all the chauffeurs I employed before you were well trained in this respect.

With those mysterious words she raised her dress and ordered him to put his lips to her knickers.

He felt extremely embarrassed and he was baffled by what was going on; but he might as well make the most of the situation whatever the reason for Lady Cynthia's order. He began to rub his mouth even more roughly against her knickers, wetting them until the material became almost transparent.

Then Lady Cynthia stopped him. 'Stay where you are, Denis, while I explain a few thing to you,' she said.

But Jutta interrupted her.

'Darling,' she said, 'I don't think there's any reason to explain things to him, or any servant for that matter. By chance he's discovered that Alice is a man, and following that discovery you rightly decided on a course of action to bring Denis under firmer control and to use him in the role you plan for him. But there's no need to go into any more detail, or to justify your actions. He's a mere servant and he does as he's told.'

Cynthia did not reply as she seemed always unready to disagree with Jutta Feldhauser. Instead she said: 'Well, let's break off for a moment and Alice can serve some sherry while Denis puts the car away.' And then addressing Denis, 'You'll come back here in fifteen minutes, Denis.'

He escaped to put the car away, now more than ever bewildered at what was happening in the house­hold. First, he had discovered that Alice, the maid, was a man masquerading as a woman. Second, Lady Cynthia had publicly asked him to put his mouth to her knickers ....

Perhaps if he could get hold of Alice on her own she would explain every­thing: why she was working as a personal maid and what lay behind Lady Cynthia's extraordinary action in making his kiss her knickers in front of them. And where did Jutta Feldhauser, who seemed to be completely in the picture, come in?

He was soon to find out a little more about the situation which was so baffling, for when he returned he was ordered at once to take his trousers down.

'Take my trousers down?' he gasped.

'Do as you are told and don't question what Cynthia says,' cried Jutta. 'Get them down.'

He pushed them down and stood there feeling absurd, but he wasn't to be allowed to do anything about it for almost before he knew what was happening Jutta had gone behind him and, telling him to put his hands behind his back, she grabbed his wrists and fastened them together with a short piece of thin rope.

'Now he can watch and learn some­thing,' said Jutta. 'It'll all become plain in time,' she added with a cynical smile in Denis's direction.

With those words Jutta grabbed hold of Alice and as she held the masquerading male firmly Cynthia pushed her skirt up and grabbed hold of Alice's genitals. Alice made a feeble effort to struggle as Cynthia started to grip his scrotum and then to draw her hand up his shaft.

'We've got to teach him to keep his mouth shut as well as to control his desires,' said Cynthia, 'and perhaps the best way of doing that will be to make an example of him. What do you say?'

'Certainly,' said Jutta. 'We must teach him a proper lesson so that he'll want to forget that he has genitals instead of revealing them to every Tom, Dick and Harry as he did last night.'

With those ominous words Denis watched as he saw Cynthia start to masturbate the young man dressed as a woman. She was quite ruthless under Jutta's urging and soon had him ejaculating over his belly. 'There,' she said, 'that's just for a beginning.'

And then to Denis's amazement, he heard Jutta say, 'His turn, I think.' She spoke with a kind of harsh enthusiasm, almost as if she had been waiting for this moment. And when he heard Cynthia say, 'Yes, I suppose it's high time we started on him,' he knew that he was for it in some way, although in what way he was not certain.

The two women went over to where he was standing, arms fixed behind his back, trousers down, genitals exposed.

'I've no doubt he's like every other man,' said Jutta,'and needs milking of his sperm before he can see or talk sense.' And with those words she got hold of Denis's penis and began to caress it to hardness. Then she began to masturbate him, not sparing him at all, forcing the foreskin farther back than was comfortable and pulling it forward over the glans as if she were tugging at a rope on which her life depended. He was, nevertheless, unable to stop the involuntary arousal and when he became really hard and Cynthia took over, treating him a little more gently, he rapidly came to a climax and ejaculated.

Then there was a whispered discussion between them.

'I'd like to see him on top of her, said Cynthia, fascinated by the idea of the two men together, one the woman, the other the predatory male.

'I've got a better idea,' said Jutta. She then ordered Denis to remove his trousers and told Alice to kneel on the carpet, his hands out in front of him.

Then she led Denis forward and told him to kneel on top of Alice's calves, his penis against Alice's bottom. Denis was horrified at the posture he found himself in, but as he was totally flaccid there was no problem for him in a sexual sense. Nor was that really Jutta's intention for a moment later she told Denis to get onto Alice's back and ride her.

'I think we're going to have some rather interesting times,' observed Jutta, 'now we've got two of them. They can be made to behave like performing animals, doing just what we want them to do.'

After Alice had struggled to take Denis's weight for a few moments she collapsed on the floor, whereupon Jutta pounced on her, turning her onto her back, caressing her genitals. It was barely two minutes before she got him hard again whereupon she straddled him and lowered herself onto his prick, having first removed her knickers. She then rode on him, moving with a fierce rhythm until he came again, this time ejaculating inside her.

'Now your turn,' she said to Cynthia.

'Yes, I do feel I deserve a little gentle penetration and a nice ride on a male,' she said with a laugh. She nodded to Denis, telling him to lie down on the carpet. As soon as he did so she straddled him, just as Jutta had straddled Alice, and then guided his prick into her avid vagina.

Denis was out of his depth. When he was allowed to go to his room he tried to sort things out, but decided his only hope was to get a chance to talk to Alice.

Luckily he was not called on again that day and he waited patiently until the house was quiet and then made his way down the corridor to Alice's room. He tapped gently on the door. 'Come in,' said Alice.

'It's me,' said Denis, quietly closing the door behind him. 'Alice - well, you know what I mean - what's really going on here. Why are you dressed as a woman? What's it all about.'

Alice in a attractive nightdress was combing her hair at the dressing­table. She turned and smiled at him.

'It's really quite simple,' she said. '1 came to work for Cynthia and then I found out that she liked men to dress as women. It's just an idiosyncrasy of hers. I agreed that I'd pretend to be her maid and the strange thing is that

I now prefer it this way.' 'And Jutta?' he asked.

'Well, she's different. She hates men and wants to dominate them. But part of her idea is that men should give up their masculinity and she gets a kick from forcing them to dress as women, denying their sexuality. That's why they get on so well, Cynthia and Jutta. But Jutta is not playing. She insists on complete obedience.'

Alice paused and then when she saw the puzzlement on Denis's face she continued. 'The next thing is that they'll make you dress as a woman, and Jutta'll probably beat you or give you a caning if you don't act out your role properly. In a way it's all right for me because I like it this way. It was quite a discovery. But if you hate the Idea of being dressed as a woman then you'd better quit before they start to force you into tranvestism.'

Alice got up from the dressing stool and Denis was amazed to see howmuch like a woman this man looked in his long wig and lovely nightie. Under­neath the nightie he was doubtless wearing a bra, perhaps a corselette, for his body had a distinctly female outline, breasts jutting enterprisingly through the white nylon lace of the nightdress.

Denis was alarmed at the prospects but he liked working for Cynthia and was reluctant to think about quitting. In any case as he was the chauffeur and Cynthia depended on him; it was difficult to see how they could force him into such a role as Alice's.

He decided to wait for another day or two to see how things turned out. Meanwhile he had grown curious about Alice. 'Tell me,' he asked the man dressed as a woman, 'what is your real name?'

'Alain,' he said. I chose Alice because of the first two letters. Do you think it suits me?'

I suppose so,' said Denis. 'Yes,

before 1 knew you were a man I thought that Alice was just right for you.,

'Well,' said Alain, 'when they persuade you - or force you - into women's clothes they'll probably call you Denise. Anyway why don't you try on some of my clothes? We're about the same size.'

Why not? He had never thought of doing such a thing in this life, but now that the idea had been put to him and the clothes were available it rather appealed to him so long as he didn't have to dress in them all the time. 'All right,' he agreed.

Alice - as we continue to call Alain for he seemed even to Denis every inch a woman - selected some underwear for him to try on and told him about the order in which he should put them on. A few minutes later, wearing one of Alice's wigs, he looked at himself in the mirror and looking back at him was a reasonably prepossessing young woman in bra, suspender-belt, knickers, stockings and high-heel shoes.

'You'd pass as a woman anywhere, observed Alice, 'especially when you're made up properly.'

That night Denis went to sleep feeling a little less anxious about the future. He wasn't keen on the idea of being forced into a woman's role, but if he had to put on a woman's uniform or even a maid's outfit to please Cynthia he wouldn't object so much as he would have done if he had not tried on some of Alice's clothes.

He was almost looking forward to the next day when he finally fell asleep.