CHAPTER
6
Summoned to Dr. van Damme's office, Joe curtseyed, then stood
at attention while she finished reading a letter. Working as a maid
had made Joe meek and docile, and the subliminal tapes played to
him at night reinforced his newfound submissiveness.
"Joe, it seems that I have to go away for a spell on business.
I was going to leave you here, but your ex-wife Gloria has asked
that you serve her while I am busy. I think this would be good
training for you, and an excellent introduction back into the real
world. You will find clothing laid out for you in my room. Take
this suitcase and this." She handed Joe a passport.
Like the good maid that he had become, Joe curtseyed. "At once
Madame."
Joe picked up the suitcase and left, filled with mixed
emotions; excited to be going home, relieved that he wouldn't be
forced into prostitution, yet depressed at the thought of serving
Gloria as her maid.
Joe looked at the passport he'd been given . It was French.
Opening it, he saw a photograph of a blonde woman in it. Then it
dawned on him; that was his picture in it, as he looked now. He
glanced at the name; Yvonne LaEsclave. Joe's French lessons hadn't
gone far enough to allow him to understand his new title.
In Dr. van Damme's room, Joe found a pile of clothing with a
note on it which directed him to strip and get dressed in them.
Before he did, Joe looked in the suitcase he'd been given. It was
filled with women's clothing. Joe stripped. He put on the apparel
selected for him; a matching white panty and underwire bra set of
nylon, white panty-hose, a white nylon half-slip,, white pumps, a
short sleeved white silk blouse, and a wool suit in navy. Joe
zipped up the straight skirt.
"This outfit is pretty nice." Thought Joe, brushing out his
bangs, the rest of his long hair fell gracefully down his back. The
suit didn't hide his well-endowed figure, but neither did it expose
his body to the world, as so many of his outfits did. Joe looked at
his pretty face in the mirror, realizing how much time and effort
he had been saved by never having to apply cosmetics, thanks to the
tattoos on his face.
Carrying the suitcase and the jacket that matched his skirt,
Joe went back to the Doctor's office.
Joe and Dr. van Damme were in a golf cart being taken to the
airstrip on the island. When they arrived, Joe saw a private jet,
engines running, waiting to take off. Once he had fastened his seat
belt, Joe was given some pills to take. Allegedly to prevent
airsickness, they instead knocked Joe out for the duration. He'd
never be able to describe the island where he'd been held or it's
location.
