A Visit to Matilda's
Copyright© 2020 by Freddie Clegg
Chapter 13: Graduation
The rest of the afternoon’s classes returned to familiar ground. Mrs Danbury and Miss Carson went back to some of the topics they had covered on the first morning reviewing our posture and making sure we knew how to stand and wait when entering a room and so forth. We were allowed to keep our black uniforms on, which felt like a great privilege.
One session was dedicated to practicing curtsying. Mrs Danbury had brought another mannequin figure into the servant’s hall and each of us were required to walk up and curtsy to it while she critiqued our performance.
“No, Meakin bend you leg and raise the hem of your skirt at the same time. And lower your head. It’s supposed to be a sign of respect, of acceptance of your lower status. You’re not supposed to be grinning like some idiot. Bryony? Heavens sake! That was even worse!”
She kept us at it for over an hour before she decided that she was satisfied that we could reproduce what we had learned when we got back to wherever we had come from.
Finally though we were told that we had completed our first course and that we could leave.
Mrs Danbury waited while we undressed and returned our uniforms and our feminising underwear. Only then did she unlock each of the cupboards that held our clothes. Nothing was said about the metal cage that was locked about my cock. “Excuse me,” I asked pointing to my crotch, “can I have the key for this, please?”
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