His sisters all bore huge white grins, merely a smile was on his face. He grinned at his own adolescent misery. He closed his eyes and dreamed of tha... day… A bright August day, perfect for taking the family up to Saratoga and watch the races. Not the ideal weekend for Peter Corbin. Hed rather not have the fuss of actually doing something on a Saturday. After the aching car journey, he was glad to get out. But as usual, his mum would have something to say. Now, be good! All of you! she would. A visionof sexiness and femininity, she stood in the doorway, looking me up anddown, smiling. And there I was, sissified, locked, plugged, gagged andterrified, not knowing what to expect, my legs shaking perched on mystilettos, biting on my gag, eyes down, afraid to look in her face,staring at her gorgeous legs and shoes.She held an excruciating pause, looking me over, pink head to pink toes,than threw her arms towards me, chirping "welcome home, honey!" as shedid every time I came back from my. It was only short, and soon she found herself in a small yard. She gazed around. The yard would have once been cobbled, but now all that remained was some evidence of the hard-core, cratered and broken, with weed and brush that sprang through the cracked cobbled top helping to complete the task of reducing the top surface to gravel. The station stood forlorn in front of her, a single storey building, built with rugged local rock. The building consisted of two gabled ends, joined by a single. "Thank you, my Lady," he said giving her a low bow.The enormous oak refractory table was set for dinner in the servant's hall, the upstairs staff and Ladies were relaxing after their meal and Mr Tannard sat at the head of his table with the cook at the other end. The others sat in order of privilege with the Ladies maids each side of him the parlour maid and scullery maid opposite each other, the cooks assistant and Dick. All the places were laid except for Mr Tannard's which meant only one.