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The Houseboy

A story commission by DoggyStyle57, for Phrax Written January 2014

Chapter 2

Bern, Switzerland: June 11, 2010 (Friday night)

Remiel sat in Lord Roderick's library, facing the squirrel that owned this fancy mansion, and tried not to squirm in his seat. The young otter boy had seen some very unusual things today - girls who wore no panties, and girls skinny dipping in the Lord's pool in broad daylight - and he had promised the Lord he would keep the secrets that he was about to be told - secrets that were to explain those girls' behavior.

There were more books in this room than in the library at Remiel's former school. Maybe even more than at the public library that was closest to his home! He could hardly imagine one person owning so many books.

"You can take any book from this library to your room to read, if you wish, except for the ones in the glass-fronted bookcases," the old squirrel said. "Those volumes are rare books, and while you may carefully read them in the library, they should not be taken from here. Some of them are worth more than your parents' home."

"I'm always careful with books, M'Lord. Next to swimming, reading is one of my favorite things to do," Remiel said. "Back home, though, I could only read the books from the children's sections. The other books were off limits."

"Nothing is off limits to you here, and that includes internet access. Unlike at your school or public library, there are no filters censoring your internet access from here. Tell me, Remiel, what do you think the difference is between a Lord, like me, and someone like your father?" the squirrel asked.

"Ummm, you're a highborn noble, I guess. An' really rich. Probably have lots of famous ancestors' portraits on the wall, like the one of yer dad in the front hall. Ummm, guess yer so rich ya don't hafta work?" the boy ventured. "My dad, he holds down two jobs - a full time job plus he does part time work on the weekends. There isn't anyone rich or famous in our family. We're just common folk. Not like you at all."

"Would it surprise you to know that my grandparents were not nobility?" the Lord replied. "My grandfather on my mother's side was a tradesman - a jeweler, to be precise. My father's father was certainly was no rich man - he was a career Army officer - a rare thing here in Switzerland, where every man does part-time military service."

"But then... how did you get all this?" Remiel asked. "Guess your grandpa was a really good jewelry maker?"

"That's part of it, yes," Lord Roderick said. "My mother's father was apprenticed to a jeweler when he was no older than you are now. He was quite gifted, and by the time he was in his late twenties, he had exceeded his master in every regard. He even learned the art of cutting diamonds. So he was quite comfortably well off, but still not nobility, by any means. When my father married his daughter, his only child, they became his heirs. Grandpa passed on when I was three. My father also served in the Swiss Army. He was an intelligence officer, though that wasn't common knowledge. You could say he was a spy. At some point it became useful to the government for father to be a nobleman, so an estate and title were purchased for him, from a family that was quite aristocratic, but which had trouble even paying the taxes on this mansion. Officially, he was ennobled for some heroic act he performed in his military duties - saved the life of an ambassador, or some such. I inherited his title and lands, and I now own the jewelry stores that grandfather used to own. With some careful investing, I manage quite well. I followed in my father's footsteps as an army intelligence officer, and I own several diversified businesses in the canton. I definitely do work, however. Managing so many business investments is quite the full time job!"

"Guess it would be, M'Lord," the otter replied. "Is that why you do the charity stuff for us kids - because your family wasn't always rich folks?"

"Most noble families do philanthropic works. It looks good in the community, if you're giving something back to those less fortunate," the Lord replied. "Some families, like the von Bernerholdts, are quite serious about the obligation to render hospitality and to give back to the community. My father was Lord Karl von Bernerholdt's commanding officer at one point. They became good friends, and when Lord Karl started his scholarship program, my father became a sponsor and partner in the Bernerholdt Foundation, and started training maids here, as well. Now that I have taken my father's place, I am also on the board of directors of the Foundation. As charity work, it stands me quite well in the public eye. And I have definite personal benefits from it as well."

"Lots of pretty girls to keep up the place?" Remiel said with a grin. "But, beggin' yer pardon, M'Lord, what has that got to do with why some of the maids were acting so naughty, an' nobody but me seems ta think it odd?"

"I'm getting to that. Bear with me, lad," the Lord said. "Noble families can get away with a lot of things that a normal citizen can't. We are influential and well respected in the community, so as long as we don't cause too much of a fuss, we can live as we please, and certain... eccentricities... are overlooked. If, for example, it pleases me to allow my maids to go skinny dipping in my pool, no one will complain. I will admit, I like watching them, and they don't mind being seen in the nude. No one from outside the mansion is in a position to see, and no one on my staff would be so disloyal as to complain."

He paused again, and then asked, "Tell me, have you ever heard the term 'French Maid' before, and do you know what sort of behavior it brings to mind, for most people? Do you know what most people think of when they see a girl in a maid's uniform like our girls wear?"

"No, not really. The only time I ever saw any sorts of maids m'self was the ladies that changed the bedding in a hotel, or the girls on TV in drama shows, that bring a fancy lord his drink on a silver tray," Remiel said. "Never saw any in a uniform like your maids wear. Miss Danielle is from France. Does that make her a special kinda maid?"

Lord Roderick grinned at the boy's naiveté. "You know, one thing I truly cherish is how innocent many of you are when you first come to me. It is so refreshing! No, being a French Maid has nothing to do with actually being from France. Do you know what a 'mistress' is?"

Remiel blushed again. As often as he found himself blushing lately, he wouldn't be surprised if his fur turned pink and stayed that way. "Ummm, that's... that's what they call a lady that's... a married man's secret girlfriend, isn't it? I read something like that on the back cover of a paperback at a newsstand, once. You're not married, but Miss Cora, she... she said you're sorta her boyfriend, but not the marryin' kind. She, ahhh... she said you make sure she 'doesn't lack for affection'. Is she your... mistress? "

"Well, a man doesn't have to be married for his girlfriend to be considered his mistress. The distinction is that a mistress generally knows and agrees that she won't ever become the man's wife. Often that certainly is because he is married already. Most of the time, the man's wife doesn't know, but sometimes she does, and accepts it. But sometimes, the lady is a mistress rather than a girlfriend simply because the man doesn't want a wife, he only wants a sex partner, and he is honest and up front about that with her," the Lord said. "You could say Miss Cora is my Mistress, yes. Does that bother you? That she frequently comes to my bed, even though we aren't married, and do not ever plan to marry? I care for her a great deal, I assure you."

"Not my place to object, sir," Remiel replied. "My folks... they told me, just afore I left, that there's no shame in... in seeking pleasure and giving pleasure to someone you like and respect. Even if it's someone you're not married to or tryin' ta make a baby with. My dad... he... he even said it was all right, now that my tribe accepts me as an adult, fer me to mate with a girl I just like... provided I don't make her preggers. He told me how ta use a rubber, or... well, he tried to. Didn't make much sense. But Miss Cora said she wasn't tryin' ta have a baby. So I guess you take care with her, like my dad said a guy should do."

"She is on birth control, and can't have a baby right now, yes. And I do take _very_good care of her. I took her virginity when she was twelve, and I was twenty five. She has been my lover for the last seventeen years. Does that shock you?" Lord Roderick asked.

"She was... only twelve? B-but, she isn't tribal... She... That wouldn't 'a been legal back then would it, for a grown up to have sex with a twelve year old girl?" Remiel asked. "I... I guess it's okay with me, as long as she's happy, an you take care of her. I mean, I'm ten, an' my dad says it's okay now with him an' with mom if I wanted to have sex. But I know the law for most folks says I should be sixteen or eighteen or something like that, first. Tribals, well, we get some exceptions, I guess. Our tribe can declare someone is an adult just 'cause they take on the responsibilities of an adult. Like Kate an' Farah. They're tribal too, an' they got their adult marks already, just like me. Didn't know anyone else did that sort of thing. Heck, I didn't know it was okay for us river otters to mate so young at all, 'till my dad told me!"

"It _wasn't_legal, but she very much wanted to become my lover, and to be trained by me to be a French Maid, in the sense that most adult fiction portrays - to be a rich man's mistress, as well as his housekeeper," Lord Roderick said. "And remember what I told you, about how the eccentricities of the Nobility are often overlooked. On my estate, I am almost a law unto myself. No one comes here without my knowing it, and few come here who are not people I know and trust completely. Unless someone from my household complains, no one from the outside would ever know that I had sex here with a twelve year old bunny girl, and took her virginity. And among my friends and regular guests, including Lord Karl von Bernerholdt, there are several others who think young girls are quite attractive, and who would pay well to have a girl like Miss Cora to work for them, and to become their lover."

"W-wait... you mean... You can't mean what I think you're saying..." Remiel said. The pieces seemed to fit together, but his innocent young mind couldn't quite accept the picture that they formed.

"The Maid Scholarship that you accepted has two forms, Remiel," Lord Roderick stated, looking directly at the boy, and hoping he wasn't going too fast. "For some of our children, it is precisely what is publicly advertised, and what your parents signed you up for - a legitimate vocational training program that offers a four year college scholarship for completing at least six years of on the job training as domestic servants. If that is all you want out of being here, then that is what you will receive, as promised. No problems, and no pressure to do otherwise. Your parents also signed papers that would allow either Lord Andrew Covington or Lord Karl von Bernerholdt to function as your legal guardians, so we can move you between the three estates as needed. So if you say you are certain that is all that you want to attempt, then you can remain here and get exactly the training you signed up for, or you can ask to be transferred to Lord Covington's estate, where the maid program kids get only that sort of training, and that will be perfectly fine with me."

The Lord paused for a moment, then continued, saying, "But there are certain wealthy employers, both male and female, who will pay a higher salary to a girl, or a boy, who is willing to go beyond the ordinary domestic duties, and who can fulfill the fantasy of a French Maid - to be a submissive and obedient girl, or boy, who also is a sex partner for their Master, or Mistress. Most of the girls and boys in our program agree to accept, voluntarily, an additional course of French Maid training, which means quite simply that they agree to be trained as skilled sexual companions. As part of their training, they have sex with me, and with each other, and with whoever else I approve of, provided they are willing to mate with any additional people. Those who accept the French Maid training, which we also refer to as 'full service', call me Master, and agree to be subservient to me. And as a symbol of how ready and willing they are to be sexually available to me, most of the time my girls who are in training as French Maids wear no panties. They flirt with me, and sometimes with others who they like, by showing us that they have no panties on in public. So when Gretchen and Natalia gave you a look under their skirts, that was quite intentional, and they did it simply because they like you. In return for accepting the sexual training, the children in the program have better employment possibilities, get higher pay while here, and we give them an unlimited college scholarship. Instead of just four years worth, they can go for whatever degree they want, all expenses paid - even a Masters or a Doctorate, or even multiple degrees. And they get maternity benefits and free child care, in the unlikely event of an accidental pregnancy. Personally, I've never made any of my girls pregnant, and I hope I never do. But accidental pregnancies have happened on other estates, and one ten year old Bernese Mountain Dog girl that Lord Karl recently started training arrived on her first day with a baby already in her belly."

Remiel just stared at him, at a complete loss for words.

"So, you have a choice to make, Remiel. Do you want to earn more money, and an even better scholarship? Are you willing to accept that challenge? And it is a challenge, because it means even more skills that you must master while you are here. If you say yes, you will get sexual training suitable to your preferences and capabilities, and we will be exploring _all_aspects of your sexuality, including things that you may never have dreamed of. I do not want an answer now. I want you to make an informed decision. So, beginning tomorrow, you may talk privately with Miss Cora and with any of the other maids or houseboys, and see for yourself how they feel about the French Maid training. If you ask Miss Cora, she can also arrange for you to come to her office at night, to observe me having sex with some of the other children, via a closed circuit TV system. You can then see for yourself exactly what I do with them, and how well they like it."

"H-how many of the other kids said yes to this?" Remiel asked, his breath barely a whisper.

"All of them, except for Miss Klara and Miss Danielle, have already accepted me as their Master. Miss Klara and Miss Danielle only arrived here last week, and are still making up their minds. Do you have any questions? If not, I have a lovely evening planned tonight with Miss Valerie. She's quite enthusiastic, and particularly enjoys older sex partners."

Remiel blinked, opened his mouth to speak, and closed it again. He repeated this twice more, before he managed to utter a sound. When he finally managed to speak, he said, "Y-you have... have sex with... eleven different girls? And most of them are teenagers or pre-teens?"

"Thirteen girls, and two boys, on a rotating schedule. You didn't remember to include the cook and laundress, or the other two houseboys," Lord Roderick said. "Aside from the three of you who have joined us most recently, and not yet given me their decision, the only member of the household I do not have sex with is William. He isn't interested in gay sex, but he does help me to train the girls, and to pleasure them when they are between sessions with me. He likes young girls as much as I do."

"The... the boys too? Y-you mean... if I say yes, I'd... hafta have sex with... with you?" Remiel asked, blushing and hardly able to speak.

"Yes. If you accept sexual training, I'd certainly like you to try sex with myself and the other two boys at least a few times," the Lord said frankly. "Peter and Michael both find it quite enjoyable. If you give it an honest try with me and with the other two boys, and still don't like it, then the rest of your training would be with only the girls as your partners, most often by sharing a girl with me as I train you both. Once you are fully trained, I am certain I could find a nice rich woman who would enjoy hiring a pretty boy like you. Or if you do like sex with males, we could find you a Master who would value your services as highly as I do. You might even stay on with me for quite a while, as Miss Cora has chosen to do. And you're certainly not obligated to serve anyone, once your training is done. You can simply go to college and find a mate of your choosing, who will be amazed at what a skillful lover you are for them. Please understand, my boy, we do NOT sell your services to anyone. If you accept serving others while you are in training, or if you go to work for someone else and make use of the training we provided after you leave us, all that we do is assist you in finding that job. We take no money for providing you to anyone, either during your training or when you are hired at the end of your apprenticeship here. Granted, many of the people who have hired our maids have been so pleased with their girl that they later became patrons of our Foundation, making donations to fund the program. But they do so later, of their own volition."

"This is... wow, this is just too much to think about, M'Lord. I... I'm still a virgin! I've never even had a girlfriend yet," Remiel said.

"Well, if you say yes, you can choose any of the girls currently in French Maid training or in my staff to be the one to take your virginity, and I will supervise your first mating. Miss Kate and Miss Farah have both expressed an interest in being your first lover. And even if you say no to formal training, I won't prevent you from making friends with any of the others here, and if you want to mate with them, in your room or theirs, you are free to do so," the Lord said, as he stood to leave. "Sleep on it, Remiel. And remember, you promised not to tell your parents about this, or anyone else other than my staff or the other maids or houseboys. If you 'snitch' on us, as you put it earlier, I would not be the only one harmed. You would get all these children in trouble, and destroy the lives that they enjoy here. Now, any more questions?"

"Ummm, just one, sir. Does... Does your mother... ummm, does she know you do this?" Remiel asked.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, she does," Lord Roderick said. "Mother lived here until well after my father died. I was sixteen when my father started training Bernerholdt Foundation maids at his mansion, and mother knew and accepted what he was doing with those girls, so long as he still found time for her needs, and promised never to divorce her or forsake her for anyone else. It worked out well, and in fact, my father's maids also gave my mother pleasure occasionally. Mother is seventy years old now, and moved to Paris after father died. She is attended by a 40 year old lesbian maid who was trained by my father, and who was one of the maids who used to have sex with mom when they were younger. They are inseparable friends. Now good night, Remiel, and sleep well."

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Bern, Switzerland: June 12, 2010 (Saturday)

In the morning, Remiel awoke early, showered and brushed his fur out carefully, and dressed again in a clean white shirt and his best slacks, jacket and tie. He had time to sit quietly and read for a little bit before he heard a knock at his door.

"Good morning, Remiel! Ready for breakfast?" Kate asked, when he opened the door. She and her sister Farah were in their maid uniforms, and several other maids were passing behind them in the hallway, all heading in the direction of the kitchens and dining room, and all in their pretty uniforms.

The otter boy set aside his book and followed them out into the hall. "Good morning! Ummm, so, everyone wears their uniforms at mealtimes?" he asked, keeping his gaze fixed between the two otter girls. He had trouble looking any of the girls in the eyes. He couldn't get it out of his head that almost every one of the other kids had been having sex with Lord Roderick!

"Yes," Farah replied, not looking back as they briskly walked down the hallway. "At meals we all take turns serving, so that always counts as 'on duty' times. Mostly we stay in our maid uniforms unless we are going to school - when we have school uniforms to wear. But if we are going to play outside or are going into town for anything, we can wear regular clothes."

The girls led him to the head of the table, to the right of the Lord and opposite Miss Cora. As he sat, Farah told him, "Starting tomorrow, you'll sit farther down the table, with the other kids, and your place at the table will be marked with a card with two names on it - yours and the other kid that you'll trade places with. You'll have your duty assignments for the week given to you at the weekly maids' meeting after this meal, and that will tell you what chores you've been assigned, what shift you eat on, and who to report to and where. For the first month, you'll be paired with a maid or houseboy who has the same duty assignment, and they will make sure you get to the right places on time, and will show you what to do. See you after breakfast!"

Remiel ate quietly, and tried to finish his meal quickly, taking no more time than the first shift kids were allowed to take. It left him very little time for idle chatter, or for making embarrassed glances at everyone else. During the second half of the meal, he tried to look at each girl and boy without blushing at the fuzzy mental images of them entwined in sex with Lord Roderick. It helped that he had no real idea what a couple of mating people actually looked like. But just the thought of 'that girl looks so normal, but some time recently she had sex with Lord Roderick', was enough to get him blushing pretty easily. He sighed and wondered if he would ever get used to the idea.

The two new girls, Klara and Danielle, seemed to also be blushing occasionally - but more so when he caught them looking at him! The albino mouse and the red squirrel girl didn't seem quite as uncomfortable as Remiel felt, but still seemed less at ease than the other kids.

===

After breakfast, Miss Cora took Remiel, Klara and Danielle directly to the conference room where the maids met each week.

"We have about half an hour before the meeting, while the second shift kids clear the table and do the dishes," she told them. "So, how are you three doing? Master Roderick has told me that he's had 'the talk' with all three of you now, so you can speak freely in front of each other. Is there anything the three of you would like to talk to me about, before the others get here?"

The white mouse timidly held up her hand. "I came here for the scholarship. The extra benefits are really tempting, but... I'm still scared! I've... never had a boyfriend."

"Well, you're not alone there. I've never had a girlfriend," Remiel said.

"Same here," Danielle said. "It still seems a little weird that I might give my virginity to a guy that older than my father. I'm just glad he's giving us plenty of time to decide."

"Have you two, errr, watched him yet?" Remiel asked. "How does that work?"

"There is a color TV set in my office," Miss Cora said. "And there are three remote controlled cameras in the Master's bedroom. The girls have been in to watch three times, so far. And that was one thing I wanted to ask about before the others got here. Will it bother any of you if it is all three of you watching that monitor at night? Or would you rather take turns?"

"I guess I don't mind if he joins us," Danielle said. "It's kinda like watching a movie with a friend. But you're watching people you've met, having sex. It's a little embarrassing, but not too bad. Watching it on a TV set isn't as weird as it would be to be in the room with them."

"He can join us if he wants to, sure," Klara said. "I mean, if we end up saying yes, I guess we'll all be lovers eventually. We may as well start being friends, and trusting each other."

"If you don't mind me blushing so much I turn pink, I guess I don't mind watching with you," Remiel said. "I've never... seen anyone doin' it. But she's right, I guess. If we say yes, we'll all end up being each other's lovers. I think... I think I would rather go through losing my virginity with friends who are just as new to the idea as I am. I won't feel so all alone or strange, I figure."

"You know, something you girls may want to think about," Cora said. "While our Master enjoys being the first male a girl had ever experienced, he doesn't insist on being first. If you would rather have the one who takes your virginity be someone your own age, you could ask Master's permission for Michael or Remiel to be your first lover. The Master would still supervise you, so he could teach you how to do it well. But you wouldn't have to experience as large a cock for your first penetration. At least I don't think you would. I know Michael only has a five inch long cock, which would be quite nice for a first experience. But I can't say how long or how thick Remiel's cock is yet, since he hasn't shown any of us."

As the three girls looked expectantly at Remiel for an answer, the boy was glad that their discussion was interrupted by the arrival of the first of the other maids. Miss Cora went to the head of the room, and everyone quietly came in and found a seat.

When they were all there, Miss Cora took attendance, much like a school teacher would do, and then said, "For the first order of business, we will welcome Mister Remiel to our ranks. Our Master has had 'the talk' with him, so it is no longer off limits to talk to him about the sexual duties that most of you perform. However, Miss Klara, Miss Danielle, and Mister Remiel still have not decided on accepting full service or not, so until they make up their minds, please do not try to seduce them! You may certainly tell them how you feel about your duties, but please do not try to force them to make a decision one way or the other. And please remember that if they do decide to accept Full Service, it's up to the master to decide how and when they will lose their virginities."

A few of the maids made disappointed sounds, and Miss Cora waited for the noise to die down before continuing. "Now, a few ground rules, for our three newer recruits. When addressing Lord Roderick, you may call him 'M'Lord' or 'Master'. If you accept full service and swear to serve him submissively, you will only address him as 'Master'. You may address me as 'M'Lady' to be particularly polite, or as 'Miss Cora'. Our chauffeur and laundry master prefers that you only address him as 'William', so please do so. For anyone else on the staff, including the seamstress and cook, address them Miss and the girl's first name, or Mister and the boy's first name, or just use their first name. We do not normally use a trainee's last name while they are here, because we want to promote a feeling that we are all equals here, and no longer bound to our past, and to show that no one is better than anyone else because of their family or past life. We have arranged with the school that you will all attend this fall for the teachers to use the same convention in addressing you. Is that understood?"

"Yes, M'lady," replied Remiel, Klara and Danielle. The mouse girl giggled at the fact that they all chose to use the more fancy title for Miss Cora.

"Now, Remiel has no formal duties today, other than to get his uniforms. I would like all of the rest of you to be available to answer any questions that he may have, so long as it does not interfere with your assigned chores today. Remiel? The only off-limits topic with any maid or houseboy is the exact circumstances that led them to be here. If they _choose_to tell you, then it is all right to discuss. But if they do not want anyone to know, that is also their prerogative. For some, it may be... difficult... to talk of their past. Some of our children had a very troubled life before coming to us. So please respect their privacy. Other than that, you may ask what you will about their experiences in serving our Master, or about how they feel about participating in our training and life here in general."

"I understand, M'Lady," Remiel said. "I'm not a nosy sort, anyways."

For the next half hour, Miss Cora had each of the other maids and houseboys introduce themselves to Remiel, and greeted him as they wished. Many gave him hugs and kisses, and called him 'little brother'. The last two in line were the twin otter girls, who insisted that everyone else should go before them. When Miss Farah kissed Remiel, he was surprised when her tongue slipped into his mouth and briefly touched his. Not to be outdone, Miss Kate also gave him a French Kiss. As they sat down, Remiel just stood there for a moment, mouth slightly parted.

"You may be seated now, Mister Remiel," Miss Cora said with a grin. Then she handed out assignments folders to each maid and houseboy, including Remiel, and then she dismissed the maids to attend to their duties or relax, as appropriate.

"We'll be in the games room, if you want us," Miss Farah said, as she and her twin sister left the room.

"Well, let's get you your uniforms, shall we?" Miss Cora said, taking the otter boy by the hand and leading him across the hall to see Miss Lena.

The ferret lady was waiting for them in her office, with a rolling clothing rack that already had Remiel's new clothes on it. There were four of each outfit, with extra shirts and underwear.

"Your parents sent us all your clothing sizes, but I still want you to try on a houseboy uniform and a school uniform, to make sure they fit well," Miss Lena said. She pointed to a box containing black socks and black bikini briefs underwear and said, "Socks and underwear are in the box beside your new shoes. You can leave your old socks and underpants on for now. Those socks are close enough to our standard issue, I think. But please try on everything else. You may stand behind that dressing screen if you feel embarrassed, and I will hand you each item as needed. We will start with the school uniform."

Remiel nodded and ducked behind the trifold screen, and took off his jacket, pants, tie and shirt, draping them over a chair. Then he put on dark blue slacks, a black belt with a silver rectangular buckle, a white long-sleeved dress shirt, a green plaid tie, a dark blue vest, a dark blue blazer, and black sneakers. The vest and blazer both had Lord Roderick's family crest above the left breast. Everything fit amazingly well, and the clothes were of very nice quality - better than his best outfit!

"This looks really nice!" he said. "Did I get the tie right? My old one was a clip on, but I've tied a real one like this a few times."

"Not bad. But either don't pull the knot so tight, or loop the end through the knot one more time, to make the knot larger. Very skinny ties are not in fashion," Miss Lena said. She took him to a mirror and stood close behind him, untying his tie and showing him the other way to tie the knot.

Remiel was rather glad that Miss Lena was flat chested, despite being an adult. Having Miss Cora standing behind him like that, with her large d-cup breasts pressing against the back of his neck, would have been just too embarrassing.

Miss Lena and Miss Cora took a good look at the boy from all sides. "They will give you a couple of gym uniforms at the school, on the first day that you have gym class. Over half of the students there will be wearing street clothes, and not a uniform, because the school itself does not have a dress code that requires a uniform. But the kids from the four Bernerholdt Foundation estates that attend the school all wear a variation of the same uniform. For the boys, only the color of the plaid tie and the crest on the vest and blazer differ. For the girls, they have plaid skirts that match the colors of the boys' ties. When you need them this winter, you will be issued a plaid woolen scarf, a warm winter jacket, snow pants, and gloves. Now, strip again, and we'll see how you look in your houseboy uniform."

Remiel ducked behind the screen and removed the school uniform, handing each item out to be returned to the hangers. But when Miss Lena handed him his uniform shorts to put on, he stared at how short they were, and said, "Ummm, I think I need a pair of the new underwear first, Miss Lena. My boxer shorts will show under these short pants!"

"All right, here you go," she said, handing him a pair of the black bikini briefs.

Remiel looked at what she had handed him. In the box, all he could tell was that they were briefs, and not boxers. But holding it in his hands, he could see it was a black, silky bikini, like his most skimpy racing swimsuit. And it didn't have a fly in front. It looked... well, it looked more like one of his little sister's pairs of panties!

"Ummm... aren't these... girls' undies?" he asked, blushing.

"Bikini style underwear is unisex. Just put them on please," she replied.

"A-all right," he said. He slipped them on, and readjusted himself carefully. They were pretty low cut, and he sure hoped he wouldn't get aroused while wearing them. He might poke out past the waistband if he did! But once he had them on, they did feel pretty comfortable. He put on the rest of the outfit, which was a white short-sleeved dress shirt, a black tie, a black vest, black shorts with a pair of white satin stripes flanking a single black satin stripe down the outside of each hip, a black belt with a silver rectangular buckle, black socks and black leather shoes. There was also a rectangular white cotton apron, without the frilly lace edge that the maids' aprons had. The vest had Lord Roderick's family crest above the left breast.

Remiel looked at himself in the mirror before he put on the apron. The legs of these shorts were almost nonexistent, and definitely his boxer shorts would have shown below the bottom of the leg holes. He owned a spedo-type swim suit that covered a little more of his legs and butt than these shorts did! And with the apron on, it almost looked like he had no pants on at all, when viewed front on.

As he came out to show Miss Cora and Miss Lena how he looked, he asked, "The shorts I saw the other boys wearing only had black satin stripes on the legs. Why are mine white?"

"You will have white stripes on your uniform shorts, and your friends Danielle and Klara will wear white garters, until each of you accept full service and have mated fully for the first time with Lord Roderick. Black garters or black stripes on the pants are the sign that you have consummated full service with our Master, holding nothing back from him," Miss Lena said, raising her hem slightly to show him her own black garters. "We are quite proud that we serve our master fully. We even have a nice ceremony for when a girl or boy has given themselves completely to our Master."

"The white also reminds the rest of us who _hasn't_yet given full service, so we don't ask too much of them in our personal interactions," Miss Cora added. "Remember what I said in the meeting, about no one seducing you or trying to force your decision? It must be your free and voluntary choice to give your body to our Master for sexual training. It would not be fair for one of us to seduce you and for you to later regret accepting full service. You have to _want_to be a maid or houseboy who will have sex with their master or Mistress. Our Master insists on that, absolutely."

"So, would you like to change back into your old clothes for today, or wear that uniform? I think you look adorable in it," Miss Lena said.

Remiel shrugged, and replied, "I feel sort of like I have my swim trunks on, but I guess I'll get used to it. I should start wearing it like everyone else does, I guess."

"Very good. Please wear a fresh uniform each day, and bring your used clothing to this office for laundering. There are net bags for your socks and underpants." Miss Lena said. "William and the maids or houseboys with laundry duty that day will clean them as needed, and they will be returned to your room. We have a full laundry and dry cleaning facility in the basement, and you will be taught the proper operation of all of the equipment. A coded tag attached to all of your clothes and to the net bags will identify what is yours. Similar tags will be sewn into your street clothes so we can launder those for you as well. Now, there is also a box of toiletries on the cart. If we have missed anything or if there is anything you think of later that you need, just let me know. It is my job to provide them. I can also order other things for you, like books, DVD's, games - whatever you need."

"Well, let's get these put away, and the you can go get to know the other kids," Miss Cora said, "Unless... you would like to start by talking with me?" she led him into the hall and around the corner to his room.

They went into his room and he hung up his clothes and put the rest away in the dresser, while he tried to figure out what he wanted to ask her.

"I guess... you must really like being... well, doing what you do... for Lord Roderick, eh?" he asked.

"Yes, I love being his maid, and him being my Master. He is a very gentle and considerate lover, and he always treats me like I am the most important girl in the world to him," Miss Cora said, sitting on the boy's bed. "Of course, I know he treats all the maids and houseboys just as nicely. I also enjoy training the new children. All of the children who take full service are encouraged to try sex with others of their own gender, and when I was asked to make love to another girl, I discovered I was bisexual, and that I can enjoy sex with girls just as much as I can with boys. I particularly enjoy teaching the young girls how to give and receive pleasure with another girl as their partners. Having boys here is fairly new. A few years back, my Master tried gay sex for the first time, and found that he liked it. So he had us keep an eye open for any boys that might be good candidates for training. Peter was our first boy, and he started here just nine months ago. But he doesn't really like girls, so I didn't get to have much sex with a boy until Michael was brought here, four months ago. And if you agree to full service, I'll happily sleep with you, as well."

Remiel blinked, and blushed, "Ummm... wow... maybe? You're really pretty, but you're about the same age as my mom. I, well, no offense, but I think I would like to try it with someone closer to my age, first."

"No offense taken," she replied. "I have plenty of people to choose from already. I almost never go to bed alone at night. When I am not in bed with my Master, I can have William, or one of the maids, or young Michael to spend the night with me. And occasionally I will also have sex with one of my Master's guests. So I get a lot of variety in my sex life. I doubt I could ever settle down and have a normal relationship, married to a buck bunny and having sex only with him. I would be bored quite quickly, and I would certainly miss mating with the girls. So for me, my life is perfect just as it is. I wouldn't change a thing."

"Thank you, Miss Cora. I guess I should find some of the other kids to talk to now," Remiel said. He wondered what two girls did with each other when they had sex. He had no idea, but he knew that when a boy and a girl had sex, there was something about putting the boy's parts into the girl's parts, so how could two girls do that? Wouldn't that be like trying to connect the wrong end of an extension cord into a wall socket? He let it go. From what he had heard already, someone would show him how that was done, before too much longer went by.

===

Natalia intercepted him in the hallway after Miss Cora left, and before he could get halfway to the games room to find Farah and Kate.

"Want to talk with me next, cute boy?" the black furred bunny asked. "My room is close, and private. I promise, I will not rape you! I even put on panties, see?" she said, raising her apron, skirt and petticoats in front to show him a pair of lacy red bikini briefs that she had put on.

Remiel looked away, and said, "I don't know if that is better, or worse. But sure, we can talk."

"Good! Is just over here!" she said, taking him a few doors down the hall and opening her door.

Remiel paused at the door, and said, "I've... never been in a girl's room before, except for my little sisters' bedroom. Is this okay?"

"Leave the door open, if you are afraid it is improper. We just talk. I will not even touch you, and I keep my clothes on. Ask questions!" the Russian bunny said.

Remiel paused, came in, and shut the door, before asking, "Did... The other day, by the pool... did you squat over my face on purpose, with no panties on?" He looked away from her, at the girly comforter on her bed and the dolls and plush toys that decorated the room. The whole look of the room was far more feminine than he was expecting from the Russian bunny girl.

"Well, sort of. No panties - that was not special for you. I always do that," she replied. "Standing over you and squatting down to give you good look? Yes, I did that because I like you. Not supposed to, so soon, I know. I tried to make it look like accident, like I was reaching for shoulders to help you up. Was that what made you faint, or was it bump on head?"

"It was seeing you, all spread open not far from my nose," he admitted. "I'd never seen a girl's woosies open up like that, or so close. Not even in a picture in a magazine."

"Woosies? That is funny thing for boy to call a girl's cunt! Sounds like little girl talking!" she said with a laugh.

"Well, the only time I ever heard anyone give it a name was my sister calling it that in the bathroom," Remiel said.

Natalia grinned and asked, "You liked looking at your sister naked in bathroom? Maybe liked her too much? They said you are virgin, but you maybe get caught doing things with naked little sister? Is okay! I will not tell! I loved my brother too much too. Is why I am here."

"Wait, what? NO! I never... I wouldn't... Oh, heck my oldest sister is only seven!" Remiel said urgently. He was too shocked even to blush, this time. "I just... well, we only had one bathroom, and my seven year old sister was taking a bubble bath, and I needed to pee, really bad. So I went in and told her not to look, and she hid under the bubbles and told me not to try to look at her woosies. Later I had to ask my mom what she meant, and mom said that was what a girl's sex was called. Ummm, okay, I'm not s'pposed to ask, but you started this. What did you mean when you said you were here because you loved your brother too much? I don't understand."

"I make bad mistake then. Misunderstood you. I thought you were like me, sorry. Do not think bad of me, but I will tell. I like you, and I trust you, okay?" Natalia said. "My big brother, Gregor, he is very handsome buck bunny. Very popular with girls at his school. We were always very close, and I loved him very much. He was eighteen, and I was twelve. He showed me how much he loved me, and he taught me about sex. We both had fun and we had sex many times, when parents out shopping, or still at work. But I got pregnant, and we got caught. He got sent to army, and I got abortion, and then they sent me here. My parents, they know what I do here, about the sex. Mother... she wanted me away from both father and brother. She was jealous of me! Mother say, 'you want to act like whore, you learn to be damned good whore, get rich man to take care of you!' Father - he knew what this place was really like. Knew someone, not sure who. Someone he met in army, I think. I miss Gregor, but Master is very good to me. I like it here. I suppose you think Natalia is slut now? You think I am bad girl?"

"I... No... I don't know what 'slut' means, but I don't think you are bad. You loved each other, right?" Remiel said. "My parents didn't tell me much about sex, before I came here. Mom said I shouldn't make a baby with a girl that might be a sister or a cousin. But I don't think she exactly said I couldn't have sex with them, as long as I didn't make a baby. Dad said sex before marriage with someone you cared about was okay, if you used a rubber so you didn't get her preggers. I won't tell anyone else though."

"Thank you. I am glad my mistake did not make you hate me," Natalia said. "Two months from now, I will be here three years. Is good place. I have learned many good things, make good friends. I never go back to Russia. This is my home, my family, now. You go full service, or you have no sex work, that you must decide. Either way, I hope we can be good friends."

"I hope we can too, Natalia," Remiel said. "I was going to meet with two girls in the game room, so I guess I should go."

"Two? With the otter girls, I guess? Good girls. Been here one year, and Master likes them. You watch out though. They are otters, like you, and have marks on body, like you. Maybe they think you very good husband, some day? They are on birth control, like me - no accident babies for many years from them. But I think maybe they hope for more than just friend, from you. We see. Now go, before I forget promise and tie you up on my bed!" Natalia said, opening the door, swatting him on the rump and sending him out into the hall.

===

Remiel finally made it to the games room, where Kate and Farah were waiting for him.

"Hey there!" Kate said. "We were beginning to worry that Miss Cora and Miss Lena had decided to keep you for themselves!"

"Mummmm! You look so cute in that houseboy uniform!" Farah said. "So, how about we go to the library to talk? Shouldn't be many people there this time of day."

"Okay," Remiel said, rather relieved not to be facing the twin otter girls alone in a bedroom. After what Natalia said, he thought he did see a rather predatory gleam in the otter girls' eyes. But maybe Natalia had just said that to give herself more of a fair chance? As he followed the girls into the library, watching their beautiful thick tails swaying behind them almost as if they were swimming, he wondered what their other pair of tribal marks looked like - the ones from their parents. It also occurred to him that he should ask his mom why she said he should check a girl's marks so carefully, in case a girl might be his sister or cousin. He couldn't possibly forget any of his little sister's names, or what they looked like. And he seriously doubted they would change so much as they got older that he could ever fail to recognize them, even after six or more years apart. And likewise, he only had two uncles on his mom's side and one aunt on his father's side, and he knew all ten of his cousins quite well. So how could there ever be any confusion about who his sisters or cousins were?

There was no one else in sight in the library. They sat in the same area where Remiel had been last night with Lord Roderick, with Kate pulling another chair closer form where it rested nearby.

"So, ask anything you want, pretty boy!" Kate said. "What would you like to know?"

"Ummm, does your family know what you do here?" he asked. "I mean, about the sex and all that?"

"Nope! And we don't plan to tell them, either," Farah said. "As far as they know, we're just changing beds, cooking meals, and otherwise learning the kinds of things that would be useful to be good housewives, while earning a four year scholarship. They expect us to come back to Calgary to go to college as soon as we've finished high school out here. There are several good colleges in our home town to choose from, including the main one for the province."

"The plan, as far as they know, is that when we turn 18, we'll come straight home, study hard, attract fabulous husbands because we will be so refined and such good housekeepers, and raise lots of happy little grandchildren for them to spoil," Kate said.

Remiel couldn't help but smile, as he asked, "Somehow I don't think that's your plan, any longer. Is it?"

"Honestly? I really doubt it," Farah replied. "Every guy our age that we knew back home is dead dull boring, compared to Lord Roderick and the people he's introduced us to. But we are really just taking it one day at a time, y'know? We have so much to learn, yet. We have no reason to make any decisions yet."

"Well, I don't think we would ever go back to live near our parents now, whatever we do," Kate said. "We've... picked up a few habits I doubt they would approve of. Oh, don't look at me like that! I don't mean drugs or anything stupid like that! But... I'm not sure we should tell you yet, either. You'll know soon enough, if you say yes to the sex training, because then you'll spend at least some of your training in the same sessions we will be in. If we tell you now, well... it might influence your choice. And honestly, I don't know you well enough to know if it will make you want that training, or send you running away from it."

"Hummm, you're probably right, sis. I will promise you, Remiel, that once you have made your decision, even if you decide you want to go to Lord Covington's estate and not get sex training, we will tell you what we mean, after you have told our Master what your choice is. Okay?" Farah said. "So, ask something else, and if you get too close we won't answer."

"Guess that's fair," Remiel said. "I'm beginning to think that I'll get one answer the same from all of you - that you love what you do here. Am I right?"

"Probably, yeah," Kate said. "We never hear anyone complaining. Well, maybe a few grumbles when they try something new and don't like it, but that never lasts long. Master explained the 'three tries' rule, didn't he?"

"Ummmm, I don't think so. What's that about?" Remiel asked.

"Well, I'm sure he will spell it out for you before he allows you to make a final commitment," Kate said. "It works like this. If you agree to 'full service', then you're giving our Master your complete trust and control over how he trains you. He will never harm you, all right? You don't have to worry about him branding you with hot irons, or beating you, or cutting your balls off, or making you eat something that could make you sick, other yucky stuff that you might read about in some of the more extreme kinds of porn. Anything he asks you to try, the worst outcome is that you may be stiff and sore when it's done. But he will test your limits, and have you try all sorts of things that are possible without harm, including trying some sex acts that you might think are just too weird to consider. Because once you try it, you just might find that you like it. Sort of like when a mom says you have to try eating a new kind of food three times, before she will let you insist you won't eat it. Master will summon you, and tell you to try something, and he will instruct you in how to do it right. You have to honestly try to accomplish whatever it is that he tells you to do, unless it is actually hurting you or making you ill, or your mind is just screaming that the act is too wrong for you to try it. If you try three times, and still don't like it, he won't tell you to try it again."

"Oh! He said something sorta like that, yeah. I don't think he said three, exactly, but he said I would hafta try several times," Remiel said. "But, ummmm, like, what sort of things? I know almost nothing about sex, so I can't imagine what sorts of things he might order me to do."

"Well, pretty much every girl and boy has to try sex with both girls and boys, for one thing. For example, Peter doesn't care for sex with girls. He's gay, and has always known all his life that he only finds other boys attractive. But Master still had Peter try sex with three different girls," Kate said. "I was one of them. He tried really hard, and he managed to give me two reasonably good orgasms, by licking me and fucking me. But the only part of it that Peter enjoyed was when he fucked my ass. And then he had his eyes closed, and tried to pretend he was fucking a boy's butt. So after three tries, Master said he doesn't have to have sex with girls any more. He has sex with Michael and with our Master, and that's it."

Remiel started looking worried, as he considered what that meant for himself. "So... yeah... he kinda did say I'd hafta try sex with guys. But... in my butt? Really?"

"Well, it's not my favorite either, but it really isn't that bad," Kate replied. "Just takes a little getting used to. But that is why you have to try three times. The first time you might be all 'Oh yuck, I can't believe I'm doing this!', but by the third time you're more focused on doing it right, and more relaxed."

"But... he wants to have sex with me as if I was a girl? Is that even possible?" the otter asked.

"Yep. Don't worry, he'll teach you everything you need to know," Farah said.

"Did you... did you like sex with other girls?" Remiel asked.

"Yes, we both did," Kate said. "Next question?'

"Well... how often do you, ummm, do it?" the boy asked, blushing.

"Just a few times each month. Maybe once a week, if we're lucky," Farah said. "He tries to make sure no one feels left out, so we sort of rotate on who is serving him, and Miss Cora schedules the assignments so no one gets too many or too few summons. Most of the time, there will be two or three of us serving him on the same evening, so we can interact with each other, while he supervises us. But the best times, as far as most of us are concerned, are when he only summons one of us, and gives us his undivided attention, all night."

"Ummm, okay. Thanks," Remiel said.

"Any time," Farah replied. "Now, I guess we should go. We have first shift on the lunch meal, and we need to get to the kitchen pretty early, because we're helping cook the meal. She's showing us how to make a quiche today!"

===

... to be continued.