(part 1)
Yes Virgina, there is a Santa Claus
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Again Judith loved to taunt her capture prey. And for Rosa that meant having her feet tickled. That was the main reason Judith picked Rosa in the first place. Of course she needed a small girl to start with for her stool, which Rosa was. And this time her breasts and nipple size was not very important, as Rosa was slightly n the undersize in this respect. But what Judith really needed the most, was for the girl to be ticklish. This way, as she sat at her vanity putting on her makeup or doing her nails or hair, she could always take a leisurely minute or two and lightly tickle the bottom of the girl's feet.
At first Rosa would try to move her feet every which way to avoid from being tickled, which made Judith's heart sing with joy and laughter. But then she would buck Judith around like some wild mustang in the process of being broken. Now being jostled around didn't really bother Judith until it got way out of hand to which she almost fell of a couple of times. That's when a few adjustments needed to be made.
First off, riding bare back was not all that comfortable for Judith's sensitive derriere. So she had a padded seat integrated into a tight white corset and the whole ensemble attached to Rosa's waist extra tight with the laces in the front. This gave Judith a firm and comfortable place to sit now.
Next, she had Rosa's nipples and pussy lips pierced and ringed. Then she had a special elastic tether connecting each of them to a hook added to the intersection of the metal "X" frame. The elastic had to have just the right amount of stretch so when Rosa's was still as a frog on a lily pad, her nipples and pussy lips would have only a minor pull on them. Something that took Rosa a little time to get use too. But if Rosa began to buck around, which she could not help doing sometimes, the elastic would give a little so as to not severely damage her nipples while still reminding her that bouncing around like a bucking bronco was definitely a no no. So Judith could once more take great pleasure in seeing her vanity stool's feet go wild and crazy at her devilish ticklish ways while also feeling a little jostle now and then knowing full well that Rosa was automatically being reined in under full biting control of her nipples and pussy lips in short order.
But today Judith was a bit preoccupied with all those messages. So while her Aunt began fixing and styling her hair, Judith was absentmindedly rubbing her stool's shiny white latex clad bald head with one hand while pushing it's ever present dildoe in and out of it's pussy with the other. Just like some people work off nervous tension by tapping the top of a table with their fingers.
"What wrong Judith? Is it the messages?" Her Aunt could see it in her nieces eyes as they stared deeply into the mirror like in a trance.
Judith closed her eyes and sighed in exasperation. "Yes Aunty. And you know what my problem is. I just don't know how to solve it that's all."
Margaret stopped working on Judith's hair and looked at her niece's reflection with perplexing eyes. Then she said only one word "Problem?"
It was a question all right, but one said in a tone that seemed just the opposite. As if there were no problems.
"Yes Problem!" Now Judith looked straight into her aunts eyes via the mirror and reaffirmed what her Aunt somehow did not see.
"You listen to me girl!" Her Aunt went back to fixing Judith's hair, but this time with a noted ruffness to it. An action that Judith sat and took, but relayed her perturbed state to her stool by digging her nails into the latex material of Rosa's head and forcing the dildoe deep into Rosa's pussy actually trying to push the dildoe pass the point where it bottomed out.
"You owe a lot to Madame Rouso and you know it!" Margaret pulled hard on one lot of her niece's hair causing Judith to squint in pain and jerk her leg under the stool. An action that nudged the "X" frame a little and caused Rosa to buck from having her taught ringed nipples and pussy lips pulled hard down upon. Just the reverse series of events that the system was designed for.
"You know Madame Rouso was the only one who believed in you when no one else did and that includes the boutique too. Land sakes girl! Who do you think did all that politicking to get you those prison girls, and all those connections in Europe, and Asia and all over the world for you to wheel and deal your kinky interests? Not to mention the seed money to bring your ideas to flower in the boutique. Do you think you and me, and yes I include myself too, would be here if it wasn't for her? We both owe her girl."
Judith had enough of the hair pulling and the lecture. So she pulled herself away from under her Aunt's thumb and stood up and faced her. Something that the deft Rosa felt totally relied in her doing.
"I know Aunt Margaret! I know! But it's not like she didn't gain from my ideas and hard work either. The boutique is making money hand over fist while I do the vast majority of the work. And she, and YOU I might add, have the same kinky interest that I do. To which I have made it more excitable, and "profitable", for all concerned as well." Judith saw her Aunt bow her head on that last one as if she regretted it somehow. And when Judith seen that she took a minute to change her confrontational stance and took on a more compassionate one as she walked up to her now sitting Aunt on the bed and sat next to her, putting her arm around her and holding her close.
"I know I owe her Aunty just like I owe you, I just don't see how I can give her what she wants right now. You know how booked up I am. And you know how hard I work to get everything done for her and us. And I think she will understand if I don't come through for her just this once. Believe me, there are days when I literally know what it's like being the head elf in Santa's workshop on the day before Christmas." They both started to smile and chuckle faintly with that last comment.
"But Judith, you don't understand. It's not about squaring up a ledger account like some bookkeeper. It's about being part of a family and coming through when someone in that family needs your help. Maybe it's hard for you to feel this way, given your life as a child. But it doesn't matter how much business or profits you loose in the process. All that matters is that you come through for those who "really" count in the end. And Madame Rouso is one of them. So if you have to bend over backwards give Madame Rouso what she wants, then you do it. And just remember this, Madame is one to never forget a good deed done for her, as well as any want not granted. Like it or not Judith, you are part of the Madame Rouso empire. Besides, who knows, one day it may be all yours." Now it was Margaret's turn to put her arm around her niece and hold her close.
Judith heard her Aunts words and the meaning behind them with upmost clarity. That is why she needed the physical consolation that her Aunt was now giving her. She had lost sight of the forest because of the trees and it took her Aunt's wisdom and panoramic vision to put things back into perspective.
"Your right Aunty. Your right. I will give all due consideration to fulfilling Madame Rouso's request. I just need to do some fancy juggling with what I have that's all. I don't know what would I do without you Aunty." Judith hugged her wise old Aunt tightly and Margaret returned the loving gesture in kind.
"Well I have to get myself ready. I have a lot of work to do now." And with that, Judith sat herself back down on her stool with enough force to jostle it a bit. An action that once more caused Rosa's eyes to squint shut with pain.
"I'll get Fife to lay out a new outfit for you. How about a blouse and a pair of slacks?" Margaret slowly stood up from the bed, her arthritis was acting up again.
"Sure Aunty, maybe the silk red one and the black leather pants, not the tight ones though. Oh, by the way, how's Fife doing" Judith asked as she began putting on her makeup.
"Oh just like all the Fife's that have gone before her. Very eager to please."
Judith gave a half smile just before she was about to put on her red lipstick. Her Aunt knew what she meant, and that's how her Aunt tried to dodge the question.
"Yes I can see that too, but how do you mean it? Is she eager to please because that is what she want's to do for the rest of her life, as in a natural submissive? Or is she only doing it because she wants to go to the next step and be trained for a career out in the real world? The reason I'm asking Aunty is that you have a very good record in telling which way a girl is going that's all."
"Well dear, it's still a bit early. She does appear to be a natural though, but yet, she does have some hard times now and then. I'm just not sure yet. Maybe in a few more days I know for sure. It's a big decision as to whether a girl should be trained for autonomy and independence in the real world or to be sold off at auction to some rich blue blood for their personal kinky pleasure. It would help if I knew if she was a lesbian to start out with. If she wasn't then it would explain a lot."
Judith was dabbing her lips with a tissue to remove the excess lipstick while watching her Aunt with concern eyes as she slowly maneuvered to the other side of the bed. "Very well Aunty. I'll get back to you with that information as soon as possible."
At that point Fife came mincing into the bedroom. She looked exactly like a French maid, or a child's doll representation there of. She was wearing an all black rubber catsuit underneath a red latex maids outfit. Margaret had Fife wear a red one to keep in the spirit of the season, otherwise it would have been in the customary shiny black color. The outfit had a very form fitting bodice that readily showed off her pierced and ringed nipples under it. Her full flouncing skirt seem to flow in waves of adorable crinkling and crackling sounds as she moved about. And both top and bottom parts of her uniform, separated by a lovely cristine white latex apron, were trimmed in dainty white latex lace.
But the conversion of the flesh and blood girl under all that rubber and latex did not end there. Her whole head was completely cover with no less than three separate tight rubber hoods. With the only openings in common for each was two small holes for her to breathe through via her nose. The last hood had integrated into it a flesh colored oval around the face area that gave her that semi-real doll like look. Her eyes and brows were painted on so as to appear full, bright and expressive with two small holes the size of an iris right in the middle of each. These holes allowed the girl to see through, that is, once her sight transversed the clear plastic lenses of the second hood. The face was also made up with big smiling red lips. It was necessary that they be big, fat and smiling from ear to ear to cover up the girl's all ready fully packed and tightly wrapped lower face that now gave her that long in the jaw look after the second hood was stretched into place over the first. And last but not least, was the addition of a pair of rosy cheeks to give her that happy, healthy, glad to be alive flawless plastic doll like look.
To finish off the girl's artificial appearance, a mock pageboy blonde wig made from obviously synthetic hair was glued to the top of her rubber clad bald head. But instead of a lacy white maids cap, that all french maids wore, Fife had on a celebrated Christmas hat. A red cone shaped hat with white artificial fur trim around the base and a big white fuzz ball at the point.
Judith made sure that all the girls who were made to play the role of Fife the French Maid had the same pleasant doll like look. The only difference was in their gagging methods. Some had a quick release gag so their mouths and expert tongues could be used at the drop of a hat or when that special itch in the crotch became too much. While others, like Fife, had a more elaborate and more intense system of gaging that incorporated the use of multi-hoods. But being a maid was not one of Judith's personal projects where a girl could volunteer for it. There were far to many departments and people in need of them. In fact, a good thirty percent of the generic work units of the HRD were fulfilling roles as French maids somewhere in and out of her sphere of operations at any given time. Each day a set number of girls were rotated for said role, which meant every girl had to be thoroughly trained to respond as a maid before they left Boot Camp. A little bit of free software to go along with the all ready altered hardware that Boot Camp was responsible for creating when a girl was moved on to the HRD.
When Fife came to a stop, she took on the position of righteous prim and proper maid waiting for her next order. Her legs came together and held perfectly straight with her five inch polished heels side by side with the standard prescribed gap of one half inch separating them. Her hands went behind her back, crossed at the wrist and rested sedately against the small of her back just above the big white bow made from her apron strings. And her torso with it's tightly cinched in waist was arched slight forward so as to present her impressive breasts to their maximum visual and, if one wanted, tactile benefit.
"Fife" Margaret said in a clear audible voice so as to pass through the three layers of rubber that cover Fife's ears. To which Fife instinctively turned her whole body in the direction of the voice making sure she was still standing in the same obedient pose that a maid is always in at rest.
"did you pick up all of Ms. Davenport's clothes in the bathroom?"
Fife moved her head up, down, and back up again in a very exaggerated and jerky nod of confirmation that bordered on being very robot like. And then she did a quick little curtsey.
"Did you see to their proper care my dear?"
Again Fife responded in the same automaton like affirmation culminating with another that adorable little curtsey.
"Very good. Now follow me dear to Ms. Davenport's closet. I need to pick out a new outfit for her to were today and you can put it on the bed for her."
Fife preformed a much deeper curtsey just like she was trained to do when she was to move from one spot to another. She also waited for Mistress Margaret to pass slowly by before following her taking small mincing steps so as not to loose the dildoe that she kept tightly pulled in to her naked pussy that the rubber catsuit was designed not to cover.
Judith watched the entire process through the mirror with a big grin on her face. Fefi was the epittame of a well trained maid, to which Judith was very proud to see. She also seen that the actual girl hidden under all that fetish wear for the past week was definitely a natural submissive. Sometimes, when a girl was inline for the next step that leads to a full robust life in society, she really wasn't ready yet. Some girls just can not handle a life of independence and freedom. These girls are what she and her Aunt call natural submissives. And these natural submissives needed to be taken care of for the rest of their lives or else they would lapse back into their old ways again if left to their own accord.
So whenever there was a question as to which way a girl was to go, Judith made her a maid for her Aunt and herself until they could tell for sure. And as she said before, her Aunt was very good at it. But her Aunt also had a habit of getting to close to the girl at the same time. Especially when the girl was really good at pleasing her in "all" ways possible. But then again, all the girls from Boot Camp were trained to do that for both sexes. So her Aunt's indecision was really an unconscious act to prevent the inedible.
Judith watched in the mirror as Fife took great care in laying the red silk blouse down on the bed. Taking the extra effort to see that it was not folded or wrinkled. Spreading the long sleeves out to the sides so her Mistress could see how nice it looked lying there. Then making a final adjustment to make sure it was completely perfect and ready for her Mistress to wear. This intent dedication to performance and endearing loyalty to her Mistress went far and beyond her training as a maid. These added little touches reflect pride in who she is and what is expected of her. These are the characteristics of a natural submissive. And one who Judith will be auctioning off in a couple of days once her Aunt came to grips with loosing her fetish loving slave girl.
But then again, there already was one waiting in the wings to take her place right now. And then another one after her, and yet another, and so on, and so forth. Judith surmised that after a girl entered Boot Camp she had about a seventy percent chance of ultimately being labeled a natural submissive and winding up on the auction block. She paused to ponder what the reason might be as to why the number was so high. Was it the selection process? Picking the bottom feeders of society as it were. Could these types of women reflect a submissive lifestyle that has yet gone unfulfilled? Was it her program in general? Was she in fact somehow brainwashing these women into becoming, and accepting, the life of a slave, an owned piece of property of another? Or was it simply the basic nature of women in general to be submissive? While people, women, like her, where the exception to the rule. Then her pagger went off.
Judith picked it up and seen the number. "Chester" Judith exclaimed with a lingering questioning tone in her voice. She then tossed the pager off to the side and stared into the mirror with a sigh.
"Well girl" she said to herself "when it rains, it pours. Time to get yourself back together and go see what security wants." And then she left her human piece of furniture without giving it her usual loving parting caress. But then she had many things on her mind with the most important one, thanks to her Aunt, was trying to figure out how to give Madame Rouso what she wanted.
It only took a few minutes to be her old impeccably dressed self again. She liked the blood red blouse. The way it hung on her feminine but strong shoulders and the way the silk felt on her soft naked skin, and nipples, underneath. And she liked the pants too. The demure leather sheen that complemented her bold colored blouse perfectly. The low heels were a must now. Too many places to be at one time and she didn't need the ache in her feet to remind her how long her day and evening was going to be.
She was on the main floor now and walking down a long hallway that was off limits to customers and most of her staff. When she got to the black metal door with the TV camera mounted above it with it's never blinking one eye, she knocked on the door. A couple of seconds later she heard a buzzing sound that signaled for her to enter.
As she walked pass the threshold and into the room, the heavy metal door closing on it's own, she was met with a dim lit room full with monitors. An old but in shape security guard dressed in his white shirt uniform was sitting behind a control desk occasionally monitoring the monitors.
"All right Chester what's it today." Judith said in a lack luster voice as she put one hand on the man's strong wide shoulder and gently squeezed it with warmth.
"Another case of shoplifting I'm afraid Ms. Davenport. Here's the dossier on these pair." Then he handed a folder to Ms. Davenport. Chester had the right mixture of professionalism and casual familiarity. He was doing this for a long time and he knew when to play it cool and when not to. And those were two good reasons why Judith liked him as her security chief so much.
"Two this time! My word Chester, either our Christmas sales gimmick is bringing in more rift raft than we had planned or our normal clientele is definitely getting hit hard by the down economy." Judith took the folder from Chester's outstretch hand and opened it. She then began reading to herself what was on it.
A few minutes went buy before Chester asked "Should I call the police now Ms. Davenport?" There was a bit of hesitation in his voice. He knew the boutique had a strict policy regarding prosecuting shoplifters. And normally he would have called the police all ready. But he knew Judith even more than the long list of company rules and he just wanted to make sure first.
"Ohhh, I don't know. Their just two average girls, college girls no less and without priors. There both in their junior year too. One is studying to be a health care worker and the other a computer programer. Heaven knows society can sure use more women in each. There names don't ring a bell as to someone I might know though. No, don't call the police Chester. I'll give them the riot act and let them go. Besides, it will help me get into the Christmas spirit and all. Who actually caught them?"
"It was Jenny Ma'am."
"Jenny!" Judith said with surprise. "My word that girl is sure one power house."
"And very dependable too Ma'am." Chester believed in giving credit where credit was due. Another attribute that Judith liked in all her employees.
"That too as was as loyal, and conscientious, and critical, and so on, and so on. I sure locked out in getting her into the corporation."
"I think so too Ma'am."
"And I believe in rewarding such people too. So just between me and you Chester, I think Jenny is going to get something REALLY nice for Christmas this year. Something may result in you seeing more and more of her and less and less of me."
Chester turned in his swivel chair and looked right up and into Judith's happy hazel eyes. "You mean ..."
"Shushhh now. It's just between you and me Chester. I have too many things going on above and below ground to take of them all. And the things going on in the basement interest me more than what to do with shoplifters. Besides, I am going to have to increase security pretty soon and I want you my dear loyal friend to not only handle the increase work load, but become the man in charge too. In short I will be promoting you too right after the new year along with Jenny."
Chester was noticeably surprised as his eyes widen and seem to be the brightest thing in the room.
"Ms. Davenport, I . . . I, I don't know what to ..."
"Never mind. You earned it my friend. So have a very Merry Christmas Chester." Judith patted Chester's shoulder before leaving
"You too Ms. Davenport, have a very Merry Christmas too. And Thank You!" Chester all most yelled out as he quickly pushed the button to the door allowing his boss to leave the security bunker.
Once out in the hallway, she began to continue walking down the long corridor. All of a sudden she started murmuring the words to "Here Comes Santa Claus" to herself while she leisurely walk on. When she came to another metal door, this one painted a dark green, she took out a card the size of a credit card from her pants pocket. She took a moment to put herself in the correct mood to play the bad old manager with an angry look on her face. Then she ran the card through the electronic door lock. When she heard the hard metal click of a lock being opened she turned the knob and opened the door.
When she walked in she was all ready to give the coed thieves a stare that would cause spiked eggnog to freeze, but something happened.
The first thing she saw was something on the head of one of the girls. It was a hat. A red hat. A red "leather" hat. Her hat!
When mindful recognition followed what her eyes saw, her eyes wandered on down to the faces of the two girls. Then her sour puss grimace that was positively grinch like, turned into the most celebrated expression of yule time cheer and happiness that she could ever possibly put forth. And in a whisper that only she and the spirit of Christmas could hear she said, "Thank you Santa Claus, their just what I wanted for Christmas."
Will Judith be able to play Santa Claus and give her matriarch what she needed? And what exactly was Madame Rouso so anxious in getting from Judith anywho?
Stay tune!