"Welcome to the sisterhood."
The president spoke warmly and it caused a thrill of pride to swell from your stomach which almost made you forget about the cage freshly wrapped around your manhood.
"Help him up." She looked over to the head maid before adding. "And show him what's in clothes bag."
The maid nodded before offering you a hand up and it was only as you tried to stand that you realised how weak your legs had become especially feeling ungrounded as the adrenaline coursing through your veins had your nerves fraying you to stumbled on shaky legs.
"It's alright, you'll get used to the weight of the cage." The maid said assuredly trying to calm your nerves but it burned the candle from both ends as your heart raced at the idea of getting used to it.
She spun around and grabbed the bag draped over the unused sofa before unzipping it revealing it's content, a matching latex maid uniform that the head maid was wearing along with some rubber underwear.
The president reached over to the coffee table pressing the side to reveal a hidden drawer which she pulled some bottles from, standing up she dropped all but one bottle on the sofa behind her before squeezing the one left in her hand running the clear liquid on your shoulders, arms and around your chest.
"This is a dressing aid to help the latex slide on, there will be plenty in your room if any of your outfits include latex." She spoke matter-of-factly and you could only nod in understanding, it was almost a therapeutic experience until the head maid knelt down in front of you with a pair of latex panties stretched out in her hands.
"Step into these please." The maid asked politely so you did and the president held your arm supporting you as the maid pulled the panties up around your waist, the latex gripped between your cheeks accentuating your rear and compressed the cage tightly against your body.
"Before we continue I want you to close your eyes." The president ordered and you did as instructed descending into darkness.
"Good boy." She praised you and that thrill of pride surged through you again.
"Now I want you to feel the underwear." She asked and you frowned confused.
"I am?" You said earning a small laugh from the both of them.
"No I mean really feel it, how it easily contains your manhood, how it's already emphasising the feminine and ensures everything is tucked away nicely. When I say feel it I don't mean here..." A warm pressure rested against your cage which sent a shiver throughout your body. "I mean here." Her other hand landed above your heart before moving down and teasingly pinching your nipple.
"I understand." You said and you did understand especially as both her hands left your body you felt her lasting presence, your body sought out her warmth.
"Good... arms forward." She ordered and you did so which was promptly followed by something being slid up your arms which when it was clipped behind your back you guessed it was a bra which proved to be right when you felt something placed inside the cups as they rested against your chest. "You can open your eyes now."
Opening your eyes they were both stood in front of you, the maid held the maid uniform in her hand while the president held a belt with a cute bow, wig and hairband.
"Keep your arms forward." The president instructed and the maid guided your feet into the skirt and brought the dress up, once it was high enough the president guided your arms into the sleeves which glided through seamlessly thanks to the dressing aid.
Once it was on your body properly the head maid stepped behind you and started zipping the dress up and that was when you felt the latex truly kick in, it compressed your body into a tight and flattering form, you could feel it press against your skin and for a moment it overwhelmed your senses but as the uniform shifted into a second skin, your body seemed to accept the latex and the latex easily conquered you.
The president handed the bow to the head maid who wrapped it around your waist and you could feel her hands on your back as she fixed the bow and tightened it onto you while the president placed the wig snug onto your head and used the hairband to fix it into place.
"How do you feel?" The president asked as she walked behind you and the head maid stepped in front with a pair of heels hanging off her fingers and looked you up and down whistling in approval.
"G-good." You answered struggling to keep your racing heart and short breaths under control.
"What was that?" You asked and the head maid smiled at you as the president played with the base of your neck, she pulled your dress down making sure everything was in the right place before answering.
"While I doubt you'll run away especially considering the cage around your cock sometimes this can get too much and overwhelm people. If you think something like that is happening say bubbles, I'll tell you what the click was once you repeat that word back to me."
"Uh, bubbles? What is it?"
"A safeword, it's our universal one for the group, say it and everyone from mistress to maid will understand and it won't be held against you. We'll take you straight inside and provide plenty of aftercare and support, okay?"
"I won't get into trouble?"
She patted your shoulder before rubbing it supportively. "Nope, safety is paramount. Now the click was a padlock, you're now locked into this dress as are all of our fresh first years. It reinforces submission since you'll need permission to get undressed or changed. Now step into those heels and we'll lock those."
The head maid smiled as she revealed two other padlocks in her other hand before dropping to her knees and placing the heels in front of you. Slipping your feet into the heels made you feel even more disjointed as your centre of gravity shifted thanks to the heels but any thought of removing them were silenced by two loud clicks.
"We will be returning to the party upstairs but don't worry you won't be working it. Instead you'll kneel beside me holding my drink for me where you will watch and learn from the trained maids, understood?"
"Good." The president walked up beside the head maid and spoke to her. "Ensure my seat is available and have a drink ready for our new maid to serve me."
The head maid curtsied before making her exit and as you caught the view of her leaving you realised that you now looked the same, smooth silky legs, shiny rubber, tall heels and a cute bow resting atop your behind.
The president outstretched her hand offering to you. "Heels can be a challenge so I'll help you up the stairs."
"Thank you Ma'am." You answered gratefully accepting her offered hand and she easily took the lead guiding you up the stairs, her help was immediately needed as you teetered on the heels struggling to balance your way up the stairs.
"Steady on my new maid, I'd hate you to bruise those amazing legs."
The compliment didn't help you steady yourself but you thanked her both for it and for helping you. Reaching the top of the stairs you froze at leaving the basement and revealing yourself to the world.
"Deep breaths." She spoke to you softly as her hand held yours like an anchor keeping you steady ensuring you didn't get lost at sea. "Just remember you're not the only one, everyone in a maid outfit has been exactly where you are now, you'll find the maids are very supportive of each other and even if you have a humiliation kink if the put downs hit a little too close to home or anything becomes too much just say bubbles."
"Yes Ma'am thank you, that helps."
She pulled the door open at the one thing that you were sure would happen didn't, you thought the music would stop, the dancing would end and everyone would turn to look at you like every movie cliché but they didn't, nobody screamed in horror, instead the party goers continued to enjoy themselves.
The president moved in expecting you to follow and once she realised you weren't she turned back with a soft smile. "Come on now pet, follow close and don't wander off else I'll have to collar you and I think being leashed will almost certainly overwhelm you."
She was right and you rushed over to catch up earning an impressive look from her as you got used to the heels.
"What if somebody asks me to serve them?" You asked as you kept close to her.
"Stay by my side and I'll introduce you to everyone after the party but if you have to go to the bathroom for instance and someone asks just say you're not available or you're serving me, everyone will understand."
The two of made your way back through the house and into the garden, the sun was still shining and the party in full flow as she led you back to her sofa under the gazebo, three girls looked up at you as the president sat back in her place but now in front of her placed beside her legs there was a pillow which she gestured for you to kneel on.
"Looking good pledge." One of them said as you knelt down and you gave your first unpractised curtsy, it wasn't smooth like the head maid but they all murmured approvingly.
"Damn I had 50 bucks on you chickening out." Another one added and you would've responded with an apology for losing her money if it wasn't for the arrival of a hand running through your hair, slow and comforting you were guided to rest your head on the president's leg which you did.
"Watch the dynamics." The president ordered as her hand ruffled your wig staying their possessively. "It may seem like the doms have all the power but watch how they play favourites, dote on certain maids and lavishing on the praise while simultaneously checking in. Submissives need structure and guidance, a good dom supports them, love and affection come in many forms."
The head maid reappeared gently cradling a drink in her hand, she handed it to the president and curtsied. "Sorry for the delay Ma'am we ran out of ice in the garden bar."
She sipped her drink before responding. "Which maid is behind the bar, it's Sarah right?"
"Add a day to her lock up time, failure to play as a team must be punished and if she's struggling she needs to ask for help. Help her get on top of things."
You stiffened as you watched the head maid curtsy then leave because you realised you weren't told how long you'd be locked up for.
"Relax..." The president ordered. "You're like an open book. Don't worry about your lock up just keep behaving how you are and you'll earn one by the end of the week."
"Yes Ma'am." You answered as she handed you her drink which you cradled gently in both hands while your head continued to rest against her leg.
"Ooh," one of the other women spoke excitedly. "What size chastity was he? There's a pot going around."
"Ladies please, let the freshmen settle in first but how about this?" There was some tearing as a piece of paper was handed to you.
"I'll tell you what, we'll let the maid answer when they're comfortable."
