You nodded your head. She then asked "So John you want to definitely give the maid lifestyle a go then?"
You squirm again deeply aroused by the prospect "Yes lady and can I also chose my form?"
She laughed and nodded her head "Of course John, you can pick every detail of your fantasy if you like or leave as much to me as you care. Let me tell you that in fact we have a whole catalogue of maids to choose from"
You blush slightly and visibly squirm as you think about that option then ask "Please show me then"
She then pushed some buttons on her console and numerous wire frames appeared in front of you and turned into some of the most gorgeous 3D images of maids you had ever seen. You almost drooled when you saw them. There were several dozen, but you quickly decided that your three favorites were a strawberry blond Caucasian beauty, a raven haired Latino and a beautiful brown skinned maid.
The lady operator then politely coughed to get your attention then asked "So John, which of these beauties would you most like to be?"
You blush even redder "Um yes lady but having trouble choosing, I like three of them" You then somewhat shamefully point them out.
She smiles back "Hmm you have lovely taste John and I can see why you are having trouble choosing. Would you like me to decide?"
You gulp then nodded you head "If you wouldn't mind?"
She laughed "No problem at all sir, its your fantasy"
She then gave you a curious smile "So sir your back story is being punished?"
You blush again and nod your head and she then asks "So sir, do you wish to specify any other detail?"
You give your head a shake to which she beams back at you brightly "An excellent overall choice sir"
Then before you have any chance to change your mind or alter anything she pushed some buttons and you instantly transferred into the simulation, you then find yourself standing in a small group of men all wearing dresses.
"Very well," said a stern looking women wearing a green jump suit "I now take the chance to welcome you lot of reprobates to Maid Camp a brand new twist on correctional rehabilitation. As I am sure you noted we are on an Island a long way from the mainland. From this moment on you are no longer considered men, instead starting now, you are girls even though I know you all still have your boy bits. You however will only ever wear ladies' underwear and dresses, and your new pronouns are she and her. You'll receive your new girl names tonight at camp. The rest of the staff and I are free women, we wear trousers, and you will call us all Mistress followed by the color of our outfit, as in myself Mistress Green. At camp, you will immediately obey any instructions given to you by anyone in trousers. Disobedience will be punished"
After a brief pause to let that all sink in "There will be no talking until we get to the camp. The trip will take about an hour. Good girls will sit quietly with knees together and hands in their laps, and will raise their hand if they need to use the potty. Since you are girls now, you must sit to pee, and you must wipe yourself afterwards."
You were then all herded onto a wagon and in moments we were under way. You exchanged curious glances with the other men on either side of you but nothing went further given you weren't allowed to talk.
An hour later, Mistress Green herded you out of the wagon and up a winding trail and stairway to the camp proper which stood on a bluff twenty or thirty meters above sea level.
The setting was absolutely stunning and not all what you would have expected for a blasted prison. Pristine white sand, turquoise ocean, white clouds scudding overhead. The Maid Camp grounds were shaded by palms and local trees with odd grayish, spiky leaves. Paved walkways gently meandered about lined with tiki torches curved through plantings of flowering shrubs.
The camp was built with an open, airy architecture and had broad verandas surrounding and shading all the buildings. At the center of camp stood a lobby or plaza open to a refreshing sea breeze, with pillars supporting a sturdy roof thatched with palm leaves. At one end stood a wall with doors leading to offices, kitchens and a dining hall. Outside the plaza, wooden benches surrounded a big stone fire circle.
You were then gathered in the center of the plaza, wearing dresses that were all the colors of the rainbow. A door at the inner end of the room opened, and two women strode out. One was younger, probably in her thirties, in a shimmering black silk jumpsuit. The other could have been anywhere from forty to sixty, wearing sleek black slacks and a leather jacket, with eyeglasses in round gold frames. Mistress Green introduced the younger woman as Mistress Black, the director and Centre manager of Maid Camp. She did not introduce the older woman.
Mistress Black then stepped up onto a small dais near the edge of the open area. When she spoke, her voice filled the space, as if somehow amplified by the shape of the roof "At Maid Camp, you will learn to make your lives useful," she said. "Instead of the useless offending male scum you have been, here you will become a perfectly groomed and obedient feminine servant. Some of you will return to your spouse, who will become your mistress. Most of you are single and will be auctioned off to an employer in order to pay your training fees here"
"Whatever your future, from this day forth you will instantly obey any orders from a free person whether a women like me, or real men unlike you. You will call all free Master or Mistress. Disobedience will of course be punished. You may talk quietly when there are only girls like you in the room, but in the presence of free you will not speak unless spoken to. You will maintain at all times a humble, submissive attitude. You will curtsy when entering or leaving the presence of free people and when given an order. Do you understand, girls?"
Some of you including yourself curtsied and said, "Yes, ma'am." Others caught on from your example and belatedly did the same.
Mistress Black frowned. "Sloppy, girls! let us try that again so all together now do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress" you all said in unison and curtsied, not quite in unison yet.
"I will now introduce your camp counselors," Mistress Black declared "They will train you to be maids, starting with your sad excuses for curtsies. You will work your cute little butts off to do exactly as they tell you, or your cute little butts will regret it."
The door behind her opened again, and out came a line of women in a rainbow of colored jumpsuits and trouser suits. One for each new prisoner.
"And now you need girls' names and to be assigned a counsellor" Mistress Black announced. "We don't want to hear your old name ever again, your past does not matter so each girl will step forward and whisper it into Mistress Pink's ear. She will whisper it to me, and I will introduce you by your new name and assign you to a counselor."
Several of the counselors organized you into a line, and one by one, you whispered your former names and got new ones. When it was your turn, you whispered you were once John LeMure…
"Ladies, please meet Jawla! Lisa LeMure. Jawla's counselor is Mistress Maroon."
When you had all been renamed, you were told to report to your counselor.
You quickly spotted the maroon jumpsuit and approached her, only to see who she really was and in horror recognized your former girlfriend and blurted out "Marissa!"
"Hush! I'm Mistress Maroon to you, but how did you my name… oh!"
An evil grin of recognition then crossed her pretty "Well, well, well how far the mighty have fallen. My goodness, what fun we're going to have at camp! What's your name now, sweetie?"
"Jawla" you said, feeling utterly pathetic.
She smirked "Lovely little Jawla all mine again! but.. oh dear, she forgot to curtsy to her counselor. That'll be three swats for disrespect, Jawla. Bend over and grab those naughty little ankles."
You hesitated a moment.
"Now!" she demanded forcefully.
You hastily obeyed.
She then pulled up your slip and skirt, pulled down your panties and gave you three sharp spanks with her bare hand.
After she had finished you started to stand up, but she pushed you down again and gave you another swat. "No! You must ask me for permission to pull up your panties, Jawla"
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