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Subject: {ASSM} A Maid Family (Femdom,tg,scifi)
Date: Tue, 27 Nov 2001 05:10:08 -0500
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I suppose the whole sorry mess that I now find myself in started months
maybe even many years before I showed up on the scene! but for me (Jack)
and my older sister (by two years) Jill (Ha,Ha) I would say that if you
had to pick a time and an occasion that it started, I would have to
choose above all others was that cold January afternoon one month and a
day after Christmas (and exactly one week before my 15th birthday) when
our ordinary parents sat us down at our ordinary dining room table (that
we ordinarily used only for holiday dinners) in our ordinary middle
class house in our ordinary middle class neighborhood which was located
just outside of the very ordinary town of Springfield Massachusetts, and
announced to the two of us (from out of the blue) that they had gotten
an uncontested divorce a little over two months ago.

To say that I was shocked would have been an understatement of epic
proportions! as the whole time they spoke to us (outlining the way thing
were to be from now on) I simply sat in silence with my mouth hanging so
wide open that you would have thought that I was part large mouth bass
(as Jill told me later that day without a hint of mirth in ) as I looked
first at moms mid thirtyish freckled face (that as I now recall always
for some reason kinda reminded me of Kim Darby's face in that old movie
True Grit) then at dads face (who as I sat there as well for some reason
perversely reminded me of Edward Fox) then at my sisters face (that was
as I recall lined with tears as she was crying freely) who for some
reason in my parade of stars logic reminded me of a young Melissa
Gilbert!

Anyway the result was that the next day when I awoke to go to school the
loving mother who had always made my breakfast, and had seen me off to
school was now gone (to visit an old friend somewhere in Montana she
said before leaving that very night in a cab) which was it turned out
the last time I would see her for nearly three whole years!

As I now remember that first morning (post divorce) dad had already left
for work so by the time I dragged my sorry ass out of bed it ended up
being just me and sis, who that morning (unlike all the other mornings)
I remember that we then had to make our own breakfasts which seemed so
strange to us, at which point we then sat at the small breakfast table
(that now seemed so cold), at which point we then alternately
stared at our respective uneaten  breakfasts (that either froze or
turned to mush) then at each other, all the time wondering what in the
hell had happened to our happy little world?

And asking each other (every so often thru the long silent gaps) if it
was somehow our faults? and as well asking each other if either of us
had seen anything (however small) that would have helped us to avert
what they had done or (at the very least) to understand why they done
it.

But alas as time finally ran out that first morning we each then grabbed
our school shit and headed on off to our respective schools, with the
result being that I had this empty felling in my gut all that day, as
nothing much was revealed in dredging up our collective memories which
it seems only made it worse!

Which I assume was the reason (for me anyway as Jill went ape-shit when
she found out) why I took the news so calmly when dad showed up less
than three weeks later with this fine boned black woman on his arm, who
to my hormone hyped teenage eyes looked like she had just stepped from
off of the catwalk of a major fashion show, or more likely still from
off one of the hundreds of pictures from my stash of jerkoff magazines,
at which point he then told me and Jill (in a calm almost matter of fact
voice) that they were going to wed in less than a month.

Remembering back at the events that happened before and then after the
wedding (which seemed to have happened a lifetime ago as I write these
words down) it seemed to have come and gone in the blink of an eye!

Maybe it was because it was unlike the big production weddings that I
had seen on all the TV shows time after time, and or the ones on the
rare occasions when one of my fathers friends or relatives would get
married that we had been invited to with dad and mom (who thankfully was
an orphan at least that was what they told me) because this ceremony was
a small and an extremely private affair.

In fact it ended up being just me dad and sis on our side of the aisle
(or more accurately our back lawn under an awning), and including our
new mom (who I learned as she introduced herself to us in a strange sexy
voice that first night called herself Janice Deuteron and that she ran a
travel agency) and her half sister Michelle Peters (who by the way
looked nothing like her sister) and her two then young teenage children
(Mandy and Alley) which made it seven in all.

I suppose because the entire event was held in our house from the time
the female judge showed up to preform the ceremony to the time we said
goodbye to her half sister and her kids it wasn't any great wonder to me
(as recent events unfolded) that Jill had then started acting a little
funny, but that particular day what caught me and dad by surprise was
that she started to act like a little bitch!

Which was unusual for her! as she had seemed (at least from what I
observed of her behavior in the past) to always get along with anybody,
but for some reason (at least one I didn't understand at the time ) she
seemed to be so hostile to Janice, so after me and dad had almost
literally dragged her out of her room to eat we then gave up on her as
she then ended up spending her time locked in her room creating an
awkward situation, so thats why (I suppose) I mistakenly chalked up the
tense atmosphere to that event! as I then seem to dismiss all of the
curious looks the four females then gave each other (at least the ones I
observed from time to time) and then to me (which I noticed more than
they might of thought I did) little realizing that I was utterly missing
the important signs.

Signs with the perfect vision hindsight always brings I now should have
clearly spotted which might have (I think) given me a chance to escape
my fate!

A fate which I took the first step towards fulfilling three days after
the wedding ( and a mere 24 hours before they were to leave on the round
the world honeymoon trip she had arranged for them to take) that dad
broke the news to me (and Jill as well which I had mistakenly thought at
the time that he did as well) that I was going to be shipped off to the
Hawthorn School for Boys (in Maine) while he and Janice worked things
out over the next year, at which point he told me I would be able to
come home, and that we would all then become one happy family.

To say the least I didn't believe more than one word out of three that
he said to me that last day, which turned out was one word in three to
many!
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                The Time
            [19 Months Later]
                 The Place
             (157 W.Main St Orwell,Penn)

Opening the door of the dinged up old yellow taxi (that drove me from
the commuter airport) I quickly got out of the back primarily to escape
the foul cigar smoke filled interior (which had been making me sicker
than a dog) at which point I then screwed up my courage and leaned into
the open passenger side window and handed the driver two twenty and two
five dollar bills I owed him for the ride, at which point (after
checking if they were the real deal) he then reached over and popped the
trunk switch latch so I could then get my two suitcases from out of the
remarkably clean interior (which regretfully I felt I had not ridden in
instead of the back seat).

Setting them onto the cracked pavement I then slammed the trunk shut at
which point the cocksucker hit the gas which (as he pulled away) left me
in a cloud of burnt and choking oil smoke which made me feel even more
like a stranger in a strange land!

Pulling out the large brown envelope (that Janice had sent to me last
week at the school), I then extracted the two page double spaced letter
and looked at the address she had written on the last page hoping
against all hope that it was the wrong address at which point I then
looked one more time at the painted numbers on the old mailbox (which
looked to be a hundred years old if it was a day) and then at the name
of the street (which sat atop of the rusted old pole) which was then
that I once more looked up at the beat up old house sitting on the hill
(with what looked to be about two miles of tree lined driveway in front
of it) as I wondered what in Gods name had possessed dad ( the best real
estate agent in Western Massachusetts) to buy this piece of shit! which
looked to me to be a hundred and ninety years old if it was a day!

But then again having received just four stinking letters from him (one
of which contained a  hundred dollar bill for my Christmas present) in
better than a year and a half, how in the hell was I to have known that
dad had gone nuts and sold our old house nevermind knowing he had bought
this...place? anyway seeing no other option I carefully put away the
letter, picked up my two bags, then I began hiking up the old gravel
driveway so I could (at least) get out of the cold November wind that
came from out of nowhere and which seemed to me to be worse than the
weather I had just left in Maine ! 

I suppose I noticed the first of the changes after walking about three
hundred yards or so up the mostly dead and dying tree lined driveway,
which was when the weed choked gravel under my shoes suddenly turned
into freshly paved asphalt under my feet at which point I then received
an even biggger shock when the trees next to me suddenly had bright
green leaves on their branchs instead of the faded brown leaves of fall,
which was when I then noticed that I was burning up in my winter jacket,
as it went from the thirty five degrees of November that I had been in
to something like ninety five degrees of humid a July day!

Quickly stripping off my jacket and then the heavy fannel shirt I wore
on the trip I then stood there like a dummy in my sweat soaked T-shirt
as I looked back down the driveway which was (I now saw) freshly paved
with not one small sign of gravel or winter where just a second ago
there had plenty of both!

Slowly turning back towards the house I was suddenly shocked to see the
falling down wreck had transformed itself into a modern mansion, that
looked like it had just been built last week yet I could have sworn it
wasn't/hadn't/couldn't have been there just a few minutes ago!

I think that was when it became to much for me as I remember I started
to feel like I was floating, and then all of a sudden things started
going black and white on me at which point I must have fainted because I
didnt remember anything after that!

End of part one...

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