My new uniform - part 5
I started getting dressed in my new uniform. I began with the white y-fronts. They were of a glaring white and they felt a bit tight. Just like that, in front of the mirror, it reminded me of when I was a child and had to wear the most basic type of underwear as I had no other choice. I then put the white vest on, once again, more memories came to my mind of my childhood. The black dress socks followed, they were not knee socks but they were high enough so that if you pulled them tight, they reached just under the knee. I decided then to put my new white shirt on, doing all the buttons up, including the top button. As soon as I finished doing all the buttons I had a closer look at the mirror and was horrified to see how much the vest underneath showed. I didn't recall this happening when I was a child, it must be to do with the fabric of the shirt, a light but smart poly-cotton that was crisp white let the light pass through easily. As tempted as I was to start touching myself, I didn't have much time left to do so, so I continued to do the tie up, nothing new here, same tie, same stripy school look. New black trousers would come next, I then opted to quickly put my black shoes on. For last I left my new black school blazer, that matched my trousers. I had a last look at the mirror but there was no time left, I must go to present myself to Master. Happy with my new look, I left the bedroom and called on Master's library – knock, knock.
“Come in, boy. Present yourself”
I stood awkwardly in front of my Master with both hands on either side. Nervous as usual.
“Not like that, boy. Put your hands behind your back and spread your legs a little bit”.
“Yes Sir” - I obeyed.
“Straighter boy! And more rigid” – ordered my Master - “I want to feel the obedience in your body”.
“Yes Sir!” - I obeyed more eagerly. This time I put my body as straight as I could, looking straight forward towards my Master but without looking him directly in the eyes.
“Did I ever tell you I was in the army, boy?”
“I don't think so, Sir.”
“Well, I was in the Royal Air Force. Seems like a long time now....those were the days when boys were trained to be men. Now they are just a bunch of sissies that not even receive proper discipline. I experienced the real discipline, and that's why I am who I am now. A powerful and successful man, who doesn't get scare easily. Not than I want you to be a man, oh no... you won't be playing with real guns, more likely with the duster....- said with a grin in face- “but I definitely want to apply some of the military discipline on you, as least the useful things for a servant”
“What useful things, Sir?” - I asked full with curiosity.
“I don't think I gave you permission to ask a question, boy.”
“I am sorry, Sir” - I apologised sincerely.
“That will earn you a punishment later, boy. You will learn” - he threatened, then continued - “the position you are in you might already be familiar with, is called “at ease”. Every time I instruct 'At ease!' you must hold this position until given a further instruction. OK.... now put your hands on either side of your body, very straight, like if there was something pulling them down, but keeping your shoulders up and bringing your chest out... that's right, more rigid. Now, close your legs and keep your feet at a 90 degree angle, you can bring your left foot up in the air, so that the shoe doesn't stick to the ground, and then back down again, this offer for a much sharper movement.... good boy, any idea of what this position is called?”
“At attention, Sir”? - I had a bit of interest in the military scene and was familiar with some of these positions. Loved watching the cadets march in the drills and see them follow instructions so obediently.
“Very good, boy. As the name implies it is a position in which you are expected to be extra attentive, and waiting for an imminent instruction. You are not to move at all while in this position, not even to scratch your nose. It's not a position in which one stays for a long period of time, and it's not an easy one to maintain long-term, but until I give you a further instruction I can make you stay like that for hours, understood boy?”.
“ Yes Sir!”
“Louder! I want to hear your obedience, boy”
“Yes Sir!!” I shouted while straightening my body even more. “
“At ease!”
I awkwardly managed to get back to the position instructed.
“You need to be faster and crisp, boy, spread those legs!” - shouted Sir. With a bit of embarrassment I opened my legs- “Good boy,.... attention!”
This time I managed to be more efficient and sharp in my movements, maybe so much that the heal of my left foot stepped on the heal of my right shoe in a staggering movement.
“You definitely need training, boy, but we don't have time for that now. I will need to show you the place around so that you are familiar with it”.
“Yes Sir” - We left the room and I followed him with my hands behind my back.
The inside of Master's house was decorated in a masculine manner, with a mixture of modern and antique furniture, There was no sign of anybody else living in the house apart from my Master. On the ground floor there was a nice size kitchen with all the appliances a good servant would wish for. There was also a small breakfast area and a pantry. There was a toilet with a shower, a living room with a big L-shaped sofa in the centre, and a dinning room separated from the living room by a big arch. From the kitchen there were French doors that allowed you access to a well-sized garden. On this level there was also my Master's office. On the first floor there were 3 bedrooms and 2 toilets. The one I was using to change was the smallest of all three. As he showed me around I felt like a new employee dressed in my new uniform, feeling nervous on my first day of work, looking around at my new environment, imagining being there long term. Seemed such a big place for just myself to look after if I were to move there with my Master. This is something my Master showed interest in, but first I would need to prove myself and show that I am really committed, after all he would have to make changes in his life and fire the housekeeper, as an example.
Once Master showed me around we stopped in front of the corridor - “I'll show you the last part, boy” - then, Master opened a door at the bottom of the stairs which I thought was just a closet, but there were some stairs going down. Master turned on the lights to show a space of a three square meters size. It was full of appliances for a servant, I could see a washing machine, a dryer, an ironing board and lots of shelves with cleaning products and DIY tools. Suddenly my Master took a key from the pocket of his waistcoat and stepped forward in the direction to a big cupboard that was locked with a medium size lock. He used the key to open the lock while I spectated with a lot of curiosity. Then I saw.. my mouth opened and so did my eyes. The cupboard was full of everything a masochist slave would dream of. I wouldn't know where to start listing what I saw there, and my brain couldn't memorise every single item I saw. There were chains hanging, canes of different thicknesses and shapes, a riding crop, handcuffs, leather straps, leather masks and hoods, harnesses, and a lot of leather items I did not recognise and many more items.
“Surprised, boy?” - asked my Master. I did not say a word. I just stood there stunned, admiring all the components but dreading them at the same time, imagining them being used on me. “Very soon, boy. I just wanted to show you so that you understand you better do a good job as my servant if you don't want to receive the consequences. Now there is your first job for the day” - said in a demanding voice while pointing out at a pile of shirts that, it seemed obvious, needed to be ironed. “You know how perfectionist I am, boy. If they are not to my standards, you will be punished, boy. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir” - This time I looked at my Master straight in his eyes by mistake, but I quickly looked away in direction to the pile of shirts, hoping my Master didn't notice. There were approximately 10 of them, and it was going to take me at least 10 minutes per shirt if I was to iron them to perfection. I could just feel it was going to be a long afternoon. At that moment, I could not ignore the fact that I was wearing the butt plug as the muscles of my boy hole squeezed. The thought of having to wear it until I have finished all my tasks for the day made my boy cock drool a considerable amount of pre-cum, I could just feel it wetting my new clean underwear.
