Amanda's Maid

by

Anne Marie Bauer

© August 2005

 

Part III

 

The first week of October passed quickly. I did my daily chores and additional ones that Mrs. Buford added as I became more proficient. By the middle of the month, from shortly after I'd cleaned up after our lunches until four o'clock, about two days out of five, I had what she called 'free time'. I was allowed to use the den and a small computer there and also started to go out on my own to shop or do whatever else I chose.

"I've added you to my medical insurance and obtained a debit card for you, Karen." She slid over four cards. "The ten dollar co-pay for the medical visits and prescriptions are on you."

The nights I'd spent with Sandi, and how I felt about her, had worked on me overtime! She had convinced me to make some changes and, not telling Mrs. Buford or my girlfriend, I secretly made an appointment to see a doctor. Luckily, they had a cancellation and, that very afternoon, I returned home with the tablets to begin.

Every Wednesday morning, Sandi came to visit and stayed overnight until four o'clock on Thursdays. Much of her visit on the first day was devoted to our 'cat' practice and Sandi and I were becoming quite proficient at it, which pleased my employer greatly. Evenings were always spent with Sandi in the role of Mrs. Buford's guest and I played the formal maid-in-training. Thursday morning breakfasts also became formal training sessions for me and I was required to complete my daily chores before being permitted free time with Sandi.

*****

"Cassandra, I've invited a large number of friends to a Halloween party on the 29^th. I'd like it if you could come and help my maid at the party?" I was in maid-in-training mode at the time and not permitted to overhear the conversation.

"I'm sorry, I wish I could, Amanda, but there is no way. Halloween is a big party night at the restaurant, as it is in most other establishments. It is bigger than New Year's Eve!

"I was going to ask you if Karen could help us." Mrs. Buford laughed.

"I just told you my plans." She shrugged. "Karen will just have to handle serving my forty-five on her own, I guess."

"May I suggest having it catered, Amanda?"

The rear door chime sounded and I left with a curtsey to accept the pizza delivery at pantry door. Other than the first night of my formal training with Sandi present, their meals on Wednesday nights had been informal and I'd cooked about half of the time.

Mrs. Buford shocked me hearing how I'd be dressed for her party when I announced that their supper had arrived. "...really cute French maid's uniform with all of the requisite accessories."

Sandi giggled, "I'd love to see her expression when she finds out, Amanda. Please take lots of pictures?"

*****

I had all I could do to not let on that I knew of the plan.

As usual we had several hours cat practice the following Wednesday. For these, we wore black leotards, our corsets and tights over our home-made knee pads along with the then painted helmets and our collars. We were always leashed and on the floor. Though Mrs. Buford didn't bother to tape our feet after the first time, our fore paws were.

Never actually applying it to hurt either of us, Mrs. Buford had acquired a stiff six-foot whip and used it to choreograph our practice and train us to move as she thought looked best. I'd no idea what costume she would wear for the gala, but she'd bought a pair of black, PVC thigh boots and she used our sessions to teach herself how to walk and move gracefully in their six-inch high heels.

It was not until Sandi's departure for work on Thursday the 27^th that Mrs. Buford told me about her Halloween party, let alone any details. "You're going to have a very busy next few days, Karen.

"I'm having a party here on Saturday for a few friends and I will have overnight guests. For the party, the food will be catered, so you needn't worry about preparing and serving that. The caterers will set up the buffet and several of their staff will remain to serve it then do that part of the party and the clean up. They will also supply a barmaid to mix and pour the drinks.

"Yes ma'am. How many guests to you expect?"

She laughed. "I must compliment you, Karen. You damned well know I've invited forty-five."

"I do? How would I know that you are even having a party let alone how many will attend, ma'am?" She giggled, stood and hugged me.

When she broke, she moved to rest her hands on my hips and faced me at arms length. "My compliment is two-fold. First is to not let on that you overheard the private conversation I had with Cassandra. I would have bet that your curiosity would have gotten the better of you before now.

"My second compliment is for how well you are developing into a very good maid." She kissed just the tip of my nose and sat down again.

"Very good, Karen!

"Even with all the food and drinks covered, you are going to be one very busy maid on Saturday night and on your feet until at least two o'clock in the morning. It will be your job to admit all of my guests; expect the overnight guests after six and the remainder after nine sometime.

"For those who do not go to the bar or buffet table themselves, you will serve their requests. I also want you to constantly circulate and keep the room tidy. Check the bathrooms a few times during the night and make sure that they are clean and restock them as needed.

"I do not permit smoking in my house, as you know, but the guests that wish to may do so on the patio, so you'll have to go out there and empty the ash trays and retrieve any glasses and trash they leave behind. Do not linger out there.

"Tomorrow, I'll be out shopping in the morning. After your chores, go downstairs and make sure that the entertainment room is spotless, please, and check that all of the guest rooms are in order?

"I'll help you put up the decorations when I return.

"On Saturday, we both have eleven o'clock appointments at my beauty salon. Shampoo and just pin your hair up in the morning so they'll not need to do it then.

"What else? ...Sunday morning, be on duty at eight and set the dining room table for breakfast. You are off the hook for the Saturday night meal, but I want you to cook and serve Sunday. When I'm shopping tomorrow, I'll pick up all we need; bee sure what you need is on the list.

"I know that I just told you that you are going to be a very, very busy maid for the next three days, but I've full confidence in you that you can do it well, Karen.

*****

Whether the beautician wasn't very talkative or didn't like working on maids, I don't know; she would only speak when she needed me to move my head or do something. The nail technician hardly even said that much, as she worked. Since she was Asian, I questioned if could even speak English.

My hair was dyed with more black streaks and some of the blonde ones were bleached. It was trimmed then set for a permanent. While that worked, the woman applied long false lashes and bold makeup to create a very artificial, painted doll look after she'd waxed out much more of my eyebrows.

The hair style, when complete, was similar to the way I normally fixed it, but with more and tighter sausage curls on top and these mostly alternated in color from all black to blonde to platinum. I doubted I could duplicate it myself. On the left front, I bore a thin, tight braid with alternate plaits of the three colors that, because of hair extensions that she'd woven in hung to the middle of my thigh. Near its end, I had a black and white bow and three jingle-bells.

"You're done," the beautician said after removing the cape. She had worked on me nearly four hours and Mrs. Buford had been finished two hours before.

"You look absolutely fantastic, Karen," she beamed as we walked to the car after she had signed the bill. "Your look turned out even better than I'd hoped."

"Thank you, ma'am.

"Try to be extra careful when you go to bed tonight, as I'd really like you to stay looking exactly as you are now until all of the guests leave late tomorrow, Karen."

"I hope I don't stab myself with these when I go to sleep." I joked and referred to very long, curved bright red nails that I'd given. Each bore a sparkling rhinestone.

"You won't, if you're careful."

Once home, we went to her bedroom for me to be changed into my party uniform.

"You're not going to like this, Karen, but I'm going to tape you again. I can't risk any unsightly bulges in your panties or if someone tries to feel you up."

"I'll kick them where it hurts, if they do."

"Don't you dare! You are going to be a very attractive girl tonight.

"Get undressed, please?"

Just as she'd said, I was carefully taped through my crotch again, seemingly tighter that previously there.

My corset was laced on with its gap closed then she helped me into a pair of black, fishnet tights and carefully straightened the prominent seams. The panty was white ruffled lace in front and had as much coverage in back as my bathing suit did; none. Mrs. Buford placed a black and white lace garter high on my right thigh.

She swatted the braid causing the bells to jingle. When I took even the slightest steps, it bounced on my leg to ring them.

"Take off your bra, please?" she asked as she took up the scissors and tape. "I'm going to give you cleavage."

Using her hands, she moved the flesh to the center and applied the adhesive tape to hold it there. A dark shade of foundation makeup enhanced the realistic effect she'd created. Using a different bra, it really looked as if I had breasts. I couldn't help, but touch them as I admired my feminine image before the mirror. Mrs. Buford giggled, but said nothing.

The crisp white petticoat that Mrs. Buford lifted up, after I'd stepped into the middle, had a bowl shape that rose from the middle of my tiny panty. She helped me slip on the rustling black dress that she told me was made of taffeta and closed the back zipper. There wasn't very much to it.

Its skirt part was only about nine inches long and because of my stiff petticoat, it covered very little as it lay just below horizontal on it. The bodice fit my corseted torso closely and the plunging V neckline dipped deeply into my cleavage to expose the little red bow on my black bra. There was more fabric in one of the pouffed short sleeves than in my skirt, the delicate, ruffled white lace trimmed neckline and the flared cuffs on the sleeves.

"Sit and put on your gloves while I do your shoes for you, Karen. The rings go over your thumbs and middle fingers." The long gloves were made of an elastic, very shiny, black fabric and reached to the middle of my upper arms. They covered half my palms and the back of my hands. Large circular domes covered with clusters of rhinestones were on the backs of the rings.

Still kneeling, Mrs. Buford asked me to hand her the crisp white cuffs trimmed with black edging. She slipped the elastic wristband over my hands then positioned the black and white bows with attached jingle bells to the outside. They matched the ones on my braid and garter.

Standing, my employer circled my neck with a wide, white and black lace choker high up under my chin and pressed the Velcro^® edges together. "I want that to be high, Karen. If it slips down, push it back and tighten it, please?"

Using the glass stopper, Mrs. Buford applied a very liberal amount of very strong perfume to all the right places she'd told me it was supposed to go then between my 'breasts'. She even sprinkled some on the curls hanging behind my head.

"I doubt you'll be able to put these in yourself until you become accustomed to your new nails, so I'll change your earrings for you." The rhinestone pendants just brushed my shoulders and felt heavy.

"Your headpiece and you're done." She pinned it to my hair.

"OK You're finished, girl," she grinned and offered her hand. I'd already sensed that the shoes had platform soles and highly arched my feet. It took me a few seconds to adjust. Mrs. Buford guided me before the mirror.

"Wow!" I exclaimed. It was an incredible image that she'd created, almost a cartoon character. The headpiece and choker had bows that matched the others. From the middle of the one below my chin hung an engraved silver heart.

"What does this say, ma'am?" I asked as I turned it before the mirror. I couldn't read the reversed diagonally aligned script.

"One side is engraved, 'Amanda's Maid' and the other is, 'Karen'.

My earrings were wide strands of rhinestones with what looked like a diamond above the one in my left ear.

"Oops! I forgot your apron." I saw that it had a very large, preformed stiff bow with very long wide streamers. Mrs. Buford wrapped it around my waist. If it wasn't for the high-heeled black patent pumps I wore, the tips of the 'strings' might have touched the floor. A second pair brushed my calves. The tiny, heart-shaped skirt and bib of the satin apron would offer no protection as most aprons are intended to do. She pressed the Velcro^® tabs to my chest to hold bib in place.

"There will be at least two other maids that I know of tonight, Karen, you are in charge of them. I want you doing no real work, work. Just do some serving and flit around looking pretty."

"That's not what you told me before, ma'am?"

"I know. I only found out yesterday about the other maids when my friends asked me to put their husbands to work."

"Their husbands?" I giggled.

She grinned, "I know this might sound unbelievable, some guys actually like to dress up pretty and pretend they're girls."

"Really, ma'am? Incredible!" I joked.

"Really," she grinned back.

"Take all of your things, don't forget your other earrings, to your quarters and put them away while I get ready. I'll be making a 'fashionably late' appearance.

"I expect some of the overnight guests soon." I followed her glance to see that it was twenty past six. "Assist them with their things and escort them to one of the guestrooms. They've all been here before, so let them pick what room they'd like.

"If they request anything, serve them, please?

"Oh, if I've forgotten, I want you to look exactly as you are now when you come on duty in the morning.

"Perfect maid behavior from you," she sounded stern. "Run along now."

With my bells jingling I negotiated the stairs with extra care due to the two-inch high platforms and over seven-inch high heels I wore.

I'd just enough time to freshen the patent-like gloss on my black-outlined, scarlet lips when the door chimes sounded. I was quite nervous; I wanted my performance to be perfect.

As I opened door to a pretty redhead and boyish looking man, I executed a curtsey.

"Well, hello!" she grinned. She fingered my nametag. "Karen, I'll send Darlene to help you as soon as she gets pretty. Do be sure to put her to work." She turned away and started up the stairs.

"We know the way," she announced. 'Darlene' looked at me, but averted his eyes when I smiled.

The next arrivals were a couple of about fifty. "Good evening, I'm Charles and this is my wife Janice. You are new." He was polite and smiled nicely.

"Good evening, sir, ma'am. I'm Mrs. Buford's maid, Karen."

"Pleased to meet you, dear," the woman said with a nice smile.

*****

After I'd admitted all the expected overnight guests by seven thirty, I used the time between their arrivals to have a light supper, as I'd no idea when I'd have another chance to eat.

With no other instructions, I sat on a straight chair in the foyer and waited for either more guests or one of those upstairs to come down. Hearing footsteps, I turned to see a uniformed maid coming down.

"Hi," she said very softly. "I'm Darlene." The uniform wasn't a short fancy, French-styled one, but conservative and similar to my black evening ones only with a hem six inches above the knees. Her previously man's hair style was now a very cute, smooth, brunette bob.

"Hi, Darlene," I smiled.

"I hope I'm not embarrassing you dressed like this?"

"No, not at all; why would you think that?" But for a somewhat questionable voice, in my opinion she was quite passable with her relatively conservative makeup. Pinned to her shoulder strap was a white and black nametag, 'Maid Darlene'.

"No one other than you, has ever seen me both before and after, except for Mistress Tara."

"You're just fine, Darlene." She curtseyed to acknowledge.

"I've served several parties at our house and at others, even this one, so you needn't worry about that, just tell me what you'd like me to do, please?"

"The meal and bar will be catered. When the caterers arrive, you can escort them down to the entertainment room and direct them where to set up, if you'd like?

"Until then, you may sit here and keep me company," I waved to another chair and sat down again.

Darlene told me she'd been 'T girl' (her term) and had been dressing, as often as she could, since she was five years old; she stated she was thirty-one. They had been married for four years and Tara fully supported and encouraged her activities. Her dream was to win the lottery so she could quit her job and be a full-time maid to Tara.

"I'm a full-time maid and it's nothing at all like being all dolled up like I am tonight. This is my first time dressed like this. Mostly it is nothing but work; chores and more chores. My uniforms have their hems at mid knee."

"Trust me, I do know that," she smiled.

"I'd love to wear a uniform like yours, Karen," she declared. Darlene smoothed her apron. "I'm satisfied with uniforms like mine though.

"Mistress Tara let me wear a short uniform once when I pestered about it." She laughed, "It wasn't worth the price and still isn't."

"What do you mean by that?" I asked.

"All dolled up, like you put it, but nothing even remotely close to your pretty look tonight; I was driven into the city and made to get out of the car just before Friday afternoon rush hour. She drove off and I was left on my own to get home any way that I could." She laughed again. "Lesson learned. I'll be well satisfied with how I'm dressed tonight, thank you."

Hearing someone else on the stairs, we turned. I could only stare. Darlene rushed up to assist the 'girl' fully clad in latex. At best, her descent of the stairs was precarious; even with Darlene holding her arm with a firm grip.

"Karen, this is Billie. I've been at a couple of parties with her before.

"Billie, this is Mrs. Buford's maid, Karen." Billie bent her knees in a slight curtsey.

Every bit of the slightly chubby figure before me was covered in latex. Her head was in a helmet with a feminine face under a huge blonde wig and covered all but her pupils and nostrils; she seemed unable to move her head at all due to the stiffly boned collar.

"How does she achieve that look with her breasts?" I blurted out, a bit impolitely. "They look so real?" Billie's large breasts quivered as she took shallow breaths enforced by her obviously, very tight corset. The exposed nipples and aureoles bore conical 'cages' that stretched them out; there were steel rings through the 'flesh' of the nipples and at their bases. Heavy appearing weights hung from the nipple rings and a chain drooped between the rings.

I assumed that Billie was the other maid to help me at the party.

Darlene didn't answer me immediately. "Is your wrist spreader to be clipped to your corset, Billie?" The rubber maid curtseyed again. Darlene gripped the steel rod mounted between her wrist cuffs then lifted it and pressed it to her small waist until she could fasten the catch there to the center fitting. The rod fixed from the central fitting to the collar under her chin forced the maid's head up and back.

When Darlene sat again, she said, "You asked about her breasts. What don't you understand?"

"They look so real? How does she do it?"

Darlene laughed. "Most girls think that Billie is a T girl like me. I assure you, she is as every bit of a GG as you are, Karen."

"GG?"

"Genetic girl – not a T girl. They can't believe a woman would be so kinky submissive to let her husband do what Walt does to her." Darlene leaned over and lifted Billie's short skirt. I saw her crotch was armored with polished stainless steel.

"They really don't get her being in a chastity belt 24/7 either. Most of the time she's plugged fore and aft too." I could only shake my head.

The rear door chimes interrupted our discussion. "Will you be OK if we leave you here, Billie?" The helpless woman bent her knees to answer Darlene's question. We left her to admit the caterers.

My friend, indeed knew her way about the house and the caterers knew their way too. The one in charge of the group even knew her, as he greeted Darlene by name. It took them nearly an hour to set up the folding tables, chairs, steam table then the plates, glasses and tableware. I just stood beside of the bar and watched as she took charge and directed the men and women in the preparations for the party.

"Karen, it's nine fifteen, it might be best if you go upstairs to admit any guests that might arrive early," Darlene suggested. "I've everything under control here." Quite obviously, she'd far more experience than I did being a maid and serving at parties; I followed her suggestion.

It was wise that I did, as the chimes sounded when I'd reached the top of the stairs.

Three costumed couples arrived before anyone else had come downstairs. The first down was Walt, Billie's husband. "Has she behaved herself, Karen?" he asked. I watched him snap a leash to her collar.

"Yes, sir. She's not moved and not said a word."

"With the gag I stuffed in her mouth, I've no doubts about that," he chuckled. He tugged the chain and started to walk away.

"Thanks for watching her."

Three more couples came in. As Mrs. Buford had predicted in her lessons, about a fourth of the guests didn't even speak to me, but the majority were polite.

"You are extremely pretty, Karen." I'd just closed the door and turned to see the redhead smiling at me. I curtseyed.

"I'm Tara Wilson."

"I'm pleased to meet you, ma'am." Unexpectedly, she sat and invited me to also.

"Mandy confided to me that she has been very pleased with you. I wanted you to know that, Karen.

"It's going to be a big party and a long night for you; just hang in there and do your best. If you need any help, you've only to ask me and I'll do what I can." With a warm smile, Mrs. Wilson patted y net thigh and retreated to the rear of the house.

Mrs. Buford was costumed like an Egyptian princess in a black dress. "Everything alright, Karen?"

"Yes, ma'am. You look very pretty tonight."

"What! You don't think I look pretty the rest of the time?" she giggled.

"I assume that you met Darlene and she took charge and is running the show?"

"She's very nice, ma'am. Yes, she seems to really know what she is doing. I just let her do it."

"Darlene is a gem. She really sparkles at a party. Her wife is one of my best friends and has been angry with me for keeping you hidden for so long. I wanted to be sure you were ready first.

"You can expect to see a lot more of them in the future."

"Thank you for your confidence in me, ma'am."

"Did you meet Monica and tell her to report to Darlene?"

"Monica, ma'am?"

"The other maid; short redhead, Goth look complete with a nose ring and lip ring?"

"No one fitting that description has arrived ma'am."

Mrs. Buford glanced at the clock. "Odd." It was ten twenty-five.

Guests continued to arrive and join the party.

"How you doing, Karen?" I rose and curtseyed to Mrs. Wilson.

"I'll watch the door. Go use the bathroom." She placed a tray with two wine glasses on the table.

"Help yourself," her hand motioned to the glass. "I had to get away for a few minutes and thought you might be thirsty. Sit."

"Many hinted and have told me that your mistress has a big surprise planned for the party next weekend at the gala and you're part of it, Karen. She's not saying more. Let me in on the big secret?"

"I'm not permitted to, ma'am." She laughed.

"As much as I'm dieing to know, I more than half expected you to answer that way."

Someone tapped on the door. I rose and opened it with a curtsey then gasped at the two, nearly naked women standing just outside. They wore only leather harnesses and bridles."

"Ah, Jake and his magnificent ponygirls have finally arrived!" Mrs. Wilson exclaimed.

I heard a smack and the girls came in, followed by a man costumed like a cowboy. He held the reins in one hand a crop in his other. He embraced Mrs. Wilson and she introduced me as 'Mandy's maid'.

Once they'd gone down to join the party, she sat again and invited me to sit and finish my wine.

"He actually keeps Nikki and Kate as his slaves. Did you see that they are both branded?"

"No, all I saw was the strips on their buns, ma'am."

"Well they are. Their scene is a bit too much for Darlene and me, but they are harmless. If you ever get to talk with his ponygirls, you'll like them both. Just like me, you'll catch yourself asking, 'what's a nice girl like you doing this for?'

"They are both twenty-one now, but he's had them for almost three years," she informed.

"It's quarter to twelve. Lock the door and come downstairs with me, Karen."

At the top of the stairs, she turned to smile at me. "Darlene loves to be doing what she is tonight. Please permit her to, but she probably needs a little break? Go to her and tell to take five, Karen. She'll be right back at it as soon as she can."

"Thanks, Karen." Darlene touched her cheek to mine and handed me a tray with cocktails.

"Those go to the pirate and wench over there.

"Be right back."

"Arrrrr! Fresh meat for the auction block in Barbary!

"Give me a kiss, wench!" It was harmless. I bent and pecked his forehead. "A real kiss, please?" he softened considerably, but I just placed the drinks, curtseyed and hurried away.

"Maid?" I turned to Jake the cowboy. "Scotch and water, please, and a bowl of Zinfandel for my ponygirls?"

I filled the order and returned. "Place that on the floor, please?" he requested after accepting the glass.

"Would you take out their bits, my hands are full? Just let them hang from one side of their bridles."

"She's really pretty, master," one said. They both pursed their lips in a kiss.

"Yes she is, Kate," he agreed.

"What's her tag say, master?" He fingered my heart.

"Amanda's Maid, Karen, Nikki."

"See if you can buy her from Mistress Buford, Master," Nikki suggested. "You promised Kate and me that you'd get us a groom."

"Will that be all, sir?"

"Thank you." I curtseyed and returned to the bar.

"Thanks for holding the fort," Darlene curtseyed. "My mistress and yours would like three glasses of Chablis, Karen. They are seated to your left."

"Sit and join us, Karen," Mrs. Buford invited after I'd served both.

"Apparently you've made quite an impression on many of my guests tonight, even though you did little more than open the door for them, Karen," my employer complimented.

"Darlene would like to get to know you much better," Mrs. Wilson said. "She'll be working at the club next Saturday as a waitress, but Mandy said it would be alright if she came over here first to help get you and your girlfriend into your costumes." I started to get upset; I didn't want anyone to know my secret.

I glared at Mrs. Buford. She lowered her eyes to avoid mine.

"Darlene thought she recognized you, Karen," Mrs. Wilson continued. "She was working at the club, the night of your performance, but only guessed you were the winner of the prize. It was your black hair steaks that keyed her. I came upstairs earlier to try and confirm it, but wasn't sure either."

"Tara confronted me, but not with just guesses, Karen. My friend made strong statements that you were the girl at the club and I accidentally confirmed it. I apologize," Mrs. Buford said quietly. "I'm sorry."

"I thought you just came upstairs to be friendly, ma'am." I felt like crying. When she touched the back of my hand, I flinched.

"I see that I've hurt you. I'm very sorry. Please let my maid and I make it up to you, Karen?" Fighting tears back, I just glared at her. "I wanted to only tell you that Darlene wants to get to know you better and that...

"I'm very sorry," she apologized again.

*****

When the guests started to depart after one o'clock, I was sent upstairs to again tend the front door. It was nearly three when all of the overnight guests, but Mrs. Wilson and Darlene had gone up to their rooms and I was dismissed for the night.

Totally exhausted from lack of sleep, I fell onto my bed and was instantly asleep.

The clock read eight fifty-three when my body needs awoke me. 'Damn!' I silently swore. Despite the relative newness of the situation I'd allowed myself to in, I wanted it, all of it.

As I'd once more fallen asleep fully dressed, I removed only my cuffs and gloves to wash my hands. Surprisingly, my makeup wasn't ruined; it required only one eyelash to be re-glued and some touchup work. It was necessary to remove the foundation and reapply it to shadow my cleavage. So stiffly had my hair been permed and sprayed, while needing attention, it wasn't much.

With the gloves once again sheathing my arms and the cuffs adorning my wrists, I went to the laundry room and applied the iron to remove all the wrinkles from my little apron. Doing so allowed me time to think.

The incident that had upset me so, wasn't the end of my world. So, another T girl; yes, I'd concluded that if Darlene was a T girl, I must be one too, knew what I was, so what? That her wife knew too, big deal! I was confident with who I saw in the mirror, Mrs. Buford seemed satisfied with my appearance and frequently compliment my progress. Those comments were directed at my becoming a good maid and, except for her taping my sex to hide it, there was never the slightest hint that she saw me as other than a full female. 'How had Darlene said it? A GG.' I chuckled at the thought that she'd originally believed I was a GG.

Most importantly, there was Sandi. I'd fallen in love with her and never wanted to lose that. Sandi was a lesbian; she liked other GG's, but had fallen for a T girl. From the first few minutes, Sandi had known the truth, yet had wanted to get to know me. Would our relationship have ever developed if she'd met me as a guy? I doubt it.

All of the wrinkles gone, I put the iron away and fastened my apron then started coffee. My first priority was to set the dining room table. I'd only begun when Darlene bid me, 'Good morning', with a curtsey. I returned it. She wore a gray uniform and pinafore.

"Please, Darlene, not one mention of what you and your wife discussed about me last night. If you've some need to hear me say it; yes, I'm a T girl too. Please, let that topic never be raised by you again and if you've the opportunity, request the same from your wife?

"You may finish setting the table while I set up to prepare breakfast."

"I was told you are to set the table and do the serving and I have kitchen duty, Karen."

"By whom?"

"Mistress Tara."

"Let's you and I get off to a proper start, girl! This is my house and that is my kitchen!" I pointed. "I am the maid here!

"My mistress told me that there would be other maids here this weekend and that I was responsible for them.

"Now, do as you were told! Set the table!" Light applause caused the both of to turn.

Mrs. Buford stopped clapping and smiled. "Coffee, please, Karen?" She followed me into the kitchen and sat at the table.

"Pour a cup for yourself and sit with me."

"That was quite a little speech I just heard," she said after a sip.

"Was I wrong, ma'am?"

"Nope, not at all. You just surprised me; I didn't expect it, that's all.

"I especially like the part, 'and that is my kitchen," Mrs. Buford had stabbed the air with her finger as I had and giggled.

"What did you think of my guests at the party?" she changed the subject.

"Most seemed very nice, ma'am."

"Explain 'most'?" she asked.

"Billie is more than a bit strange, ma'am."

"That is an understatement," she chuckled. "You should attend a party at their home and meet some of their other friends to see some really strange. Never accept an invitation to serve there as a maid unless you want to be on the receiving end of a heavy BD session, Karen.

"How about Kate and Nikki?"

"They are both very pretty. They asked their master to buy me to be their groom, ma'am."

"They did, did they? That indeed is a compliment. Maybe, just for the fun of it, I'll let you do just that next spring when the weather gets warm. I'm serious when I say that I'll bet it will be a treat for you."

"In what way, ma'am?"

"The both of them are insatiable nymphomaniacs and deep masochists. They will eat you alive, Karen, unless you control them properly," she giggled. "The more I think about it, the more I like the idea. Maybe we'll have Sandi do it at the same time. That way she'll not be too jealous when you tell her."

Mrs. Buford plucked the sleeve on my shoulder. "This is really very pretty on you. I don't want you getting it dirty.

"This is what I want you to do. Apologize to Darlene for needing to yell at her then say that you've changed your mind. You will do the serving this morning and she will do the cooking.

"After telling her to clean up the kitchen, I want you to get started on the mess downstairs.

"Are you OK with that?"

I wasn't OK with apologizing as I felt I'd done nothing wrong, but I was being petty. I stood, curtseyed and went to Darlene.

When her husband brought Billie down, her head was tightly laced in a black leather helmet and she wore a straitjacket that appeared to be sewn to it. Unlike a conventional one, her arms were strapped up and crossed in back. Black latex pantyhose sheathed her legs and she was perched on very high-heeled knee boots with ankle cuffs to limit her steps to about twelve inches.

"Does Amanda have a low stool?" he addressed me.

"Yes, sir."

"Would you get for my wife, please?" I curtseyed and retrieved it from the laundry room.

"Thank you.

"Please hold her leash?" I'd no reason not to. He moved the chair away and placed the stool in its place then sat Billie down. I watched as he took straps from his bag and fastened her legs very tightly to the stool.

"Good morning, Henry."

"High, Amanda. Just a minute while I make Billie more uncomfortable."

"Let my maid do it, please? Billie will be thrilled when she's told that pretty Karen helped fix her for breakfast."

"Excellent idea." He took back the leash and handed me a length of chain with a large turnbuckle in the middle.

Mrs. Buford smiled and nodded to me.

"Hook one end to the ring on her ass hook." He offered a steel ring that poked out a hole in the leather below her waist in back. I clipped the snap to it.

"You'll need to push her head back to snap the other catch to the ring on top of her discipline helmet." I did as he asked. "Now use this to tighten the turnbuckle, please?" I took the tool that looked like a screwdriver without a tip and used it to shorten the assembly.

"Make it so her mouth is straight up... About an inch more... Good."

"Hi. Mandy," Mrs. Wilson greeted.

"Hey, Henry, wouldn't it be neat if Karen fed Billie this morning?" He grinned at her suggestion then at me. I looked to Mrs. Buford for guidance and shook my head; I really did not want to participate in hurting the woman more.

"Karen, as a favor to me, please do as you are being asked?" I curtseyed.

Sent to the kitchen, I retuned with the first pot of coffee. A turkey baster was on the plate before Billie.

I served everyone and poured to fill Billie's cup too.

Once everyone was seated, I brought out the food and served from platters as Sandi had taught me.

"Can she hear us, Henry?" The woman seated on the other side of Billie asked.

"No, her ears are plugged with little electronic things that produce loud static. She tells me that it quite annoying after a short time, but I wouldn't know. Other than a short trial to make sure she'd not be able to hear any conversation, I've not had them in, Ginny."

"Please remove her gag, Karen?" her husband requested after I'd served a second round of coffee to everyone. Henry positioned her napkin as I unstrapped both sides of the leather gag from the helmet. "Leave the ring gag in Billie's mouth until after her first cup of coffee."

I watched him stick his finger in her cup. "It's cool enough." I was given the turkey baster. Once she'd swallowed the entire cup, I was told to take out the ring gag.

"You may feed her, Karen."

"Mrs. Buford, may I have a word with you a moment, please, ma'am?" She rose immediately and excused herself from the table. I followed her into the laundry room and closed the door.

"Ma'am, this whole thing with Billie makes me want to..."

"It's not me either, Karen. The party was one thing, but this a bit too much for me too. Please, don't make a scene? I'd like you to finish what has been started then I'll get you out of it by sending to do your chores, OK?"

"I'll do it, but I'm calling my union and filing a grievance, ma'am," I smiled at her. "This isn't in the contract." She kissed the tip of my nose.

"Good girl. I'll explain this by an acute need to use the bathroom. Run up to your quarters, wait a few minutes then come down as if nothing changed and finish the task, Karen."

"Is an 'ass hook' what I've figured it is – like a giant fish hook without the point and barb?"

"You got it. Billie's is a full eight inches long and two inches across up in her."

"Are you OK, Karen?" It was Mrs. Wilson who asked with a concerned look when I returned.

"Thank you, yes, ma'am." I curtseyed and smiled then picked Billie's plate and carried it in the kitchen.

"If she wants to play masochist, I'll give her a treat." Darlene stared in question as I spoke.

I scraped the plate into the blender then added a liberal dollop of Tabasco^® along with a few shots of vinegar. I returned with her breakfast in a bowl.

"She'll be able to enjoy her breakfast now." I used a spoon to start placing food in Billie's mouth. Her ring gag was still in place.

If she had any reaction to what I'd done, I don't think she could express it with body language. She did try to make unintelligible sounds and every time I heard one, I spooned more in.

"Was that coffee? Yes, ma'am." Careful not to wet my glove, I placed a finger in her cup then took up an ounce with the baster and squirted it in her mouth followed by more of her food. Her husband was absolutely delighted with what I did, if the bulge in his pants was an indicator.

Once her bowl and cup were empty, I quickly picked up the penis-shaped, plug gag and inserted it in her open mouth. How she accommodated the length of the rubber phallus was beyond me. I strapped it as tightly as I could; certainly tighter than previously by a notch, at least, on each side.

"If I may suggest, sir, you might want to let her sit for a bit to digest her food?"

"Yes, thank you, Karen," he seemed to agree.

"Darlene can clear here, Karen, and get started on the kitchen. I'd like you to go down and start cleaning up the basement, please?"

"Certainly, ma'am." I curtseyed and left the dining room without looking at any of the guests. My need for food too seemed to have been overlooked.

As the plates, tableware and glassware used for the party had been mostly provided by the caterers, there wasn't much of that to clean. They'd left with all but their tables and chairs before one o'clock. I began by picking up all the trash then lugging the two full garbage cans outside.

Mrs. Wilson was seated in the basement when I returned the second time. "Sit. After realizing that you'd no opportunity to eat, I made you some toast with honey."

"Thank you, ma'am." She waited until I was finished.

"Darlene saw you spike Billie's food, but not with what. She saved the bowl for me to taste. That wasn't very nice. Karen."

"Making me participate in their games that I want no part of, isn't very nice either, ma'am. I'm a former rocker and have seen a lot. I'm very tolerant of what some people do for fun or whatever. I've no problem accepting their enjoyment; that doesn't equate to my doing it too."

"That's an interesting point, Karen. I'd not considered it.

"Have you any problem with me desiring a beer?" I wasn't wearing my watch, but it had to be nearly noon.

I rose, curtseyed and returned with two.

"Do you have permission for that?" Mrs. Wilson questioned. "You are on duty."

"I'm on duty, ma'am." I sipped the beer. I'd said it softly, but it was stated as a challenge of her authority to question my permissions or the lack of them. Her expression indicated that she didn't like my statement, but didn't pursue it further.

"Tell me, Karen, are you happy with the route you are on? Pretending to be a girl?"

I didn't appreciate her 'pretending to be a girl' observation, but let it also go by. "I've made some serious decisions since you first saw me at your country club, ma'am. I don't pretend any longer. I know where I want to be in perhaps five years."

"Where is that?" she asked. I didn't understand her need to pry into my life.

"Ma'am, I was assigned to clean this room. Thank you for keeping me company." I stood and curtseyed then resumed my chores. She left.

Mrs. Buford came down when I was nearly finished mopping the floor. I curtseyed a resumed what I'd been doing.

"Is my work satisfactory, ma'am?" I'd seen her looking at everything, including bathrooms I'd cleaned and the collapsed chairs and tables I'd stacked.

"I see you've kept yourself busy and trying your best to absent yourself from everyone."

"You told me to do this room, ma'am. Was I wrong in doing as you requested?"

"No, you weren't." she smiled at me.

"I'd expected you upstairs to see my guests out, that's all." I kept silent, though I wanted to say more about two of the overnight couples.

"Tara apologizes."

"Relayed apologies are insincere." She followed me as I took up the bucket and finished my chores.

"You've had an upsetting day. I understand that, Karen.

"You are done here as soon as you put everything away." She waited until I had.

"Come up to my den, please?" I followed her there.

"Sit, please?"

"Where do you want to be now?" she softly asked. I watched her take a sheet of paper from a slit envelope on her desk before she sat.

"Right here, ma'am."

"Let's go to you in the girl-mode now, Karen. Not the mistress and maid mode, OK?"

"OK, Right here. Here we are.

"You had a problem talking with my best friend. Talk to me about that, please?"

"Mrs. Wilson has a personal need to pry. I was very upset that she felt a perverse need to confirm I'm just a T girl and not a GG." I saw her eyebrow rise, but she didn't question.

"I've a bigger problem accepting her desires to know about me than Billie with her corsets, rubber, straitjackets, ass hook, chastity belt and discipline helmet, M ... Amanda."

Mrs. Buford handed me the paper she'd taken from her desk. "Explain this to me, please?" I looked at the activity report from her medical insurance company and handed it back.

"It is self explanatory. I visited a doctor to correct a physical deficiency, I had lab work that confirmed that fact and then filled prescriptions to hopefully correct them."

"You want to grow breasts then, Karen?" She tossed the paper on the desk.

"Karen, I'm here for you to talk to and discuss things, especially when you are making major decisions."

"Are you angry with me for starting on hormones, Amanda?"

"No, I'm not angry. I just wished we'd talked.

"Tara asked where you want to be in five years. Will you answer that question for me, Karen?"

"Whatever the reality is in a few years; I like looking as I am right now, Amanda. I mean my hair, makeup, nails even my uniform. I like being with you and being your maid." I paused to think on any further response.

"I also want to be with Sandi."

"If you and Cassandra get serious about making commitments to each other, I want you to seriously consider how it will be living together, Karen?"

"I don't understand?" I questioned.

"You've made a major decision towards giving yourself breasts. Now, what will you do then about a job? What are you going to fill in the application about your previous employment?

"Also think about where you and Cassandra will live. I've no interest in knowing what she takes home in wages and tips, but will it be enough with your contribution to ever buy a house or lease a decent apartment?"

"You're placing serious road blocks to our living together." I stated.

"No, they are already there for most young couples. I'm merely pointing them out and suggesting that you and Cassandra begin to seriously consider them and develop plans to over come them, Karen.

"Lucky for you; Cassandra will be here shortly," Mrs. Buford grinned at me. "The restaurant doesn't have many reservations and doesn't expect to be very busy tonight. They will be closed until next Sunday for repainting. I'd planned it as a surprise, but I'm telling you now, so you can get out of your funky mood and start to gear up." Knowing that Sandi was coming had already started to brighten me.

"She really wanted to see you in your party uniform; keep it on until I dismiss you tonight." Mrs. Buford smiled. "You are girl-in-maid-mode still; all week until I give you free time, or dismiss you in the evening.

"Cassandra confided with me that she really wants to be with you too. I'll confide something else; she likes you in your girl-in-maid-mode.

"Don't take this wrong, I expect you to act as a proper, formal maid at all times until I give you free time or dismiss you in the evening, Karen," she repeated.

"May I know the reason why, ma'am?"

Mrs. Buford looked at me for a moment before she answered my question. "Because there are still all of your chores to be done each day, for one. Secondly, I don't want the two of you cavorting about the house any time the urge strikes you or acting like schoolgirls.

"I said you'll have free time together and I'm not going to deny it. Complete all your chores properly then you and Cassandra may do as you please until four thirty when I want you in evening uniform. Lately that averages about five hours. Once you have cleaned up in the kitchen in the evening, you will normally be dismissed for the night. As usual, I expect you to be back on duty at seven o'clock in the morning.

"Please confine your intimate activities to Cassandra's room. As my guest, she has no reason to be in your quarters, Karen.

"Now, is what I'm asking of you this week unreasonable?"

"No, ma'am, it's not." Truthfully, once she'd explained it, I agreed with Mrs. Buford's conditions. Just because my girlfriend was on vacation, in a way, didn't automatically give me a vacation from my regular job, no more than it would have if I worked at any other occupation.

"I've explained all I just told you to Cassandra; only in less detail, Karen, and she accepts it too."

"Run along and freshen up. Straighten your seams too. She should arrive soon."

I took my time to look as perfect as I could. My hair needed little attention, but I outlined my lips with black eyeliner and re-colored them then brushed on the glassy gloss.

Seams straightened and looking the best that I thought I could, I went downstairs, just in time to hear the front door chimes. Anticipating Sandi, I rushed there.

"Hi, Sandi!" I initiated a hug and a kiss. She reciprocated, but gently pushed me back.

"I'm sorry, Karen, but Amanda told me I'm supposed to play a strict guest role with you when you are on duty, or I can't play at all. She promised time outs, but this isn't one." Very displeased, I curtseyed.

"My bags are in my car, I've left it open: lock up when you've emptied it. Put them in my room and unpack, please?" Sandi left me in the foyer.

Initially, I felt anger and resentment because of the way she had treated me, but had resolved it by the time I'd carried her bags up to her room. I was being selfish and petty again. If the restaurant hadn't been scheduled for painting and Mrs. Buford hadn't invited her, I not see Sandi until our regular Wednesday practice session and, because of our job schedules, I'd not talk with her until then either. Being with her in her guest status was far better than being without.

I unpacked everything she'd brought and set up the guest room as I imagined she might if she lived there.

The television was on in the living room when I curtseyed.

"Amanda has given me permission, but told me to ask you for permission too. I'd like you to play model while I take pictures, Karen. Would you do that for me, please?"

"I'd be happy too, Miss Martin." Sandi lifted her digital camera from the coffee table and started taking pictures right then.

"Pretend that Amanda asked you for a glass of wine then go into your routine to fulfill that request, please?"

"Actually you don't need to pretend, Karen. A glass of Zinfandel would be very nice right now."

"Yes, ma'am."

For the next two hours; until it was time to start their dinner, Sandi put me through my paces. Frequently, she asked me to repeat an action many times so that she could use different camera angles or change my poses. The only breaks I took were when she needed to download to her laptop because the memory card was full. An AC adaptor and long extension cord eliminated the need for her to change batteries. I'd learn that I'd be in both maid mode and model mode for the duration of her visit and that she would take thousands of pictures of me during that time.

*****

"Amanda, I took some great pictures of your maid today and, with your permission, I'd like to continue this week."

"Certainly.

"Karen, Cassandra would like you to continue to model for her. Will you permit her to?"

"Miss Martin has my permission, ma'am," I stated with a curtsey as I stood waiting to attend them while they ate dinner."

"To maintain continuity, would it be OK if she kept her hair and makeup like it is now and her corset too, Amanda?"

"Yes to the hair and makeup, no to your corset request, Cassandra; Karen has chores to do and I'm not going to ask her to do them while corseted. Besides, it won't show with her regular uniforms. The one she's wearing now won't be worn again until I have another party when it might be appropriate.

"Her corset comes off when you both go upstairs tonight.

"If at some point in the future, Karen decides she'd like to try wearing a corset full time then I will get her a couple of good ones, not that cheap thing she's wearing now."

As I'm not supposed to listen to their conversation, Mrs. Buford repeated to me only that I was to remove my corset that night and not wear it again until I was told to and the same for my uniform. She further instructed me about maintaining my hair and makeup, but gave me no reason for any of it. Inwardly I giggled; I was her maid and I was expected to just do as I was told by my employer.

"Did you want anything further, Cassandra?"

"No, thank you."

"Karen, you may clear and clean up. Do be sure that you eat. That will be all tonight." Mrs. Buford left the room talking quietly with Sandi.

*****

In my room, I removed as much of the uniform as I could, but because of my nails, the corset laces defied my attempts to undo the knots and the tape through my crotch started high up under it. I also couldn't undo the two buckles in tandem on the ankle straps of my shoes. The tape Mrs. Buford had used create my cleavage was manageable and once I'd pulled it off, I washed and put on one of my regular bras as they are more comfortable.

Wearing a new nightshirt I'd bought myself, I put on my robe and carried my hair things to the room Sandi used. She wasn't there.

The best that I could, I wrapped my curls around the rollers. Feeling tired from the weekend, I laid down and was asleep before Sandi came to bed. I do remember her wrapping her arms around me and a kiss on my lips, but nothing more until she awakened me.

"Good morning, Karen." I returned her greeting and we kissed.

"Why didn't you take off your corset like Amanda told you and explain to me the reason for wearing your shoes to bed?" I told her about my nails. She removed my shoes in bed then had me stand to loosen the corset. As it was previously, the tape proved difficult.

"I like that Amanda hides this away, but there has to be something to do the job that's doesn't involve all of this tape and is more comfortable for you. When I get the chance, I'll see what I can find on the Web for you."

"Thanks, Sandi."

"Do you need any more help?" she asked.

"No I can manage thanks again."

"Ok Go to your quarters and get ready. I'm going to go back to sleep." She gave me a hug and a kiss. "More later."

*****

I bathed then fixed my hair and applied my makeup. After my uniform was on, I made up my rooms to the same standards as Mrs. Buford's suite. She expected it to be done before I went down at seven o'clock. I'd never failed to do that and know that she had checked occasionally.

I began by preparing the coffee maker, getting things ready to cook breakfast and setting the kitchen table. I'd debated how many place settings I should use the put down three. Mrs. Buford would tell me if I was to eat separately and I could easily remove it.

Once the kitchen was ready, I straighten up the downstairs dust and polished furniture. I don't usually finish those chores before my employer is up and ready for her coffee and breakfast.

After breakfast and kitchen clean up, I went up to Mrs. Buford's suite and started with cleaning her bathroom then made her bed. Mondays and Fridays are laundry days. With the furniture polished and everything straightened, I vacuumed the carpets then moved to the guest suites that had been occupied and repeated the same chores. Dusting the hallway and vacuuming the carpet completed the upstairs and I dusted the stairs as I went down.

Completing all of the downstairs, including the foyer finished the cleaning. Daily, the front porch is to be swept and the walk to the driveway. I also cleaned the front door, on both sides, and washed its window and the glass on each side.

I have two days, excluding the weekends, to complete all the ironing from the preceding laundry day and all of that must be put away. Despite the nature of modern fabrics, Mrs. Buford expects to see creases on her sheets and pillow cases when she gets into bed at night.

The second week of each month had designated as 'major cleaning weeks'. I do not have my midday breaks during those weeks. One room at a time gets a top to bottom cleaning starting with the kitchen. The ovens, range top and refrigerator are expected to be clean at all times when not in use, as are the countertops and sinks. I was lucky that Sandi wasn't visiting during the second week of November, but maybe, Mrs. Buford would reschedule those chores.

If we've had no guests, I finished my mornings anywhere between eleven o'clock and twelve thirty. A guest suite requires thirty to forty minutes. One of the couples who'd stayed overnight were absolute slobs and it took me nearly an hour to clean after they'd left. The bathroom looked like they'd been swimming in the bathtub and had flooded the floor and had even left the dirty water standing in the tub. They hadn't flushed the toilet after they'd used it either.

When I'm done each morning, I'll locate Mrs. Buford and inform her. At that time, she'll inform me if she wants me to do anything else. Early in my 'career' she made it clear that my midday break was not a given and there would be days that she would keep me busy the entire day. Other than during major cleaning weeks, the things she's asked me to do were not unreasonable.

That morning, she was seated at her computer in the library, as she called the cozy room that seemed her sanctuary. I knocked once on the open door, stepped inside, curtseyed and stood still.

"Finished, Karen?" She didn't remove her eyes from the monitor.

'Yes, ma'am."

"You may run along and play with your girlfriend. Please let me know if you are going out? I'll not mind if you change out of uniform." If I'd no plans, I normally removed just my pinafore and headpiece, but kept on the uniform dress instead of changing into any of my other clothes.

"Thank you, ma'am." I curtseyed and left.

Sandi was in the den downloading pictures from her camera. "I've been dismissed until four thirty, Sandi."

"Great," she smiled. "Why don't you put on something comfortable and come back here?" I'd like to show you some of the pictures I've taken of you."

Since the beginning of October, I'd gone to the malls and some discount stores and shopped for things for myself, usually before I did the grocery shopping. I'd gotten over being stared at because I was wearing my uniform. By then, it was no longer something I fretted about.

I changed into dark green tights, a white blouse and a green plaid pleated wool-look miniskirt. A black acrylic sweater and pair black knee boots completed my outfit. At the time, I didn't own very much jewelry beyond the rings and bangles I'd worn the night of my performance and the few things that Mrs. Buford had bought me. I slipped a half dozen bangles on my right wrist and three of the rings.

"Very nice, Karen, you really look cute."

"Thank you. The skirt and boots are brand new and, other than to try them on, this is the first chance I've had to wear them."

"Very nice

"Get a chair and sit next to me." As I did, she switched to Internet Explorer and to a Website. The house has a Wi-Fi setup, so any computer with the proper components could connect to the Web.

"Let me show you what I found for you." Sandi navigated to a site that sold fetish clothing and was heavily geared to the T girl market. The item was described as a 'cache'. In my theater experience, I'd become aware of a cache sex that were normally worn by male ballet dancers, but they'd never seemed to be very effective because there was always a bulge in their tights. The item looked like the thong panties I usually wore. It was made of rubber.

"Twenty-nine ninety-five seems a lot for what looks like a rubber thong, Sandi."

"I ordered you three for seventy dollars."

"I'm not spending seventy bucks on panties. I'm only paid fifty a week."

"Sish! I ordered them. I'm not asking you for reimbursement. They should be here Wednesday." She swiveled her chair to look at me.

"Amanda and I talked about your pay last night. I know what you are paid for all the work you do.

"What you may not know, is that the IRS looks at your room and board as pay. If you weren't a live-in maid, she'd pay you more. Once she explained it all to me, I think your fifty bucks is appropriate with all else you have, Karen."

"How do you figure that?"

"I average between eight and nine hundred a week between wages and tips." I raised my eyebrow. She giggled.

"Yea, and I'm just a waitress. Forty to forty-five thou a year, but I'm on my feet all day too. At least I'm not required to wear heels like you. I put in about sixty hours a week to earn that. Amanda asks you to work just about the same amount of hours.

"Out of my nine hundred, fifteen percent off the top goes to the bus people and bar people. That brings it to seven sixty-five then the IRS and state and other agencies take about thirty-one percent. That brings me to five hundred twenty-eight, net.

"My parents paid over a hundred thousand dollars for me to go to college. Yes, I've a degree in education and I've a certificate to teach. I put up with those undisciplined spoiled brats in high school and their parents for one year and quit. For the forty-nine thousand they paid me, they can shove it. So, since I still live at home, my parents charge me two fifty a week for my little apartment, board and utilities. There are always three meals a day available, even if I eat at the restaurant whenever I'm working.

"Now I'm down to two hundred seventy-eight a week or fourteen five a year. Car insurance, registration, maintenance and gas eat about twenty-five hundred a year. Since I'm twenty-four and out of college, my parents can't have me on their medical coverage. I'm lucky I'm not ill or sick much. My medical insurance and expenses cost almost sixty-five hundred a year.

"I'm now down to what?"

"Fifty-five hundred, Sandi."

"Good, you've been following," she grinned. "One hundred six dollars a week. I'll bet that your fifty a week is starting to sound pretty good to you when you start adding things up isn't it?"

"Sandi, if things work out ... I mean between you and me, how are we ever going to afford to live together?" She leaned forward and kissed me.

"I really like that you are thinking about it, Karen."

"Right now you are saying I'm earning twice as much as you are. Back up and add all my expenses that I just told you; about forty thousand including taxes. Add that to your twenty-six hundred in spending money and you are making forty-two thousand six hundred a year. If I calculate my low side estimate of eight hundred a week, you are grossing more than I am."

I laughed, "Right, together we'd gross over eighty thousand two hundred, either way."

"Yes, and lots of couples make it with less than half that.

"Will you trust me that I'm working on a plan and start thinking positive instead of negative? It includes both of us keeping on working in our current jobs though. Just don't get any silly Jilly ideas that you'll be able to hang up your aprons and stay at home getting fat and sitting around watching soaps on the TV though."

"I'm not having children!" I jokingly declared.

"Remember what I told you about getting your tubes tied, dear?"

"Yes, Sandi."

"Let's look at your pictures," Sandi turned back to her laptop.

We spent several hours doing. Some I thought made me look pretty good and the others ranged down to pretty poor.

"Sandi, can you put them on that computer?" I pointed to the one Mrs. Buford permitted me to use. She rolled her chair over and turned it on. "I've not used it much, but would like to play with them, please."

"Windows 98? ...Damn this thing is slow!"

"It's all I'm permitted to use," I apologized. "Mrs. Buford was quite specific that I'm never to touch hers with anything but a feather duster. She said she'd fire me on the spot if she every caught me using it."

"That's understandable," she commented. "Add the same for me. Don't ever let me catch you using one of mine."

"What's with all of this parental control software? Gees, she must have every program available loaded on it."

"Mrs. Buford said she bought the whole system for fifteen dollars at a yard sale. She got a store to install the network card, but doesn't have the passwords to get rid of the controls, Sandi."

"I not even going to try to put the pictures on this obsolete piece of junk." She closed Windows and shut it off.

I saw her glance at her watch. "Its ten of four and you are supposed to be on duty by four thirty, right?"

"Yes."

"Best you go up and change. I should be back by five, five thirty at the latest." Sandi left the room hurriedly and I went up to change into my evening uniform.

"Karen, where's Cassandra? Is she upstairs?" I was asked when I curtseyed.

"I don't believe she is on the premises, ma'am."

"Not here? Where is she?"

"I was not informed of her intentions before she left, ma'am. Miss Martin did state that she expected to return by five o'clock or five thirty at the latest."

"I'd like a glass of wine, please?"

After I'd served her, Mrs. Buford declared that she'd wait until Sandi returned for dinner, but I was sent to prepare the meal and set the table. I just stood in the living room with my tray and waited after I had.

The door chimes at five fifteen called me to the front door. I curtseyed to Sandi. "Just stay here until I've talked to Amanda, Karen."

Five or six minutes later she returned and extended her key ring. "On the rear seat of my car is a computer you may use. Put that piece of junk in my car as you transfer things. I'll hook it up for you tomorrow while you're working; be sure to leave all the cables."

The big monitor was very heavy and a real struggle for me to carry. I did manage to get it all in place, including the scanner and inkjet printer which had not previously been installed with the old system.

I curtseyed to them. "Cassandra, would you like refreshment?"

"A beer would be nice, Amanda."

"I'd like another wine please?" Mrs. Buford said. I curtseyed and took her glass.

When I returned, served it and took my place, she flared, "Didn't you hear that my guest would enjoy a beer, maid?"

"No ma'am, I did not," I said it softly then curtseyed.

"You taught her, Amanda. My compliments to you for hiring such a good maid and your skills as an educator." Sandi giggled.

"Karen. Get me a beer please?"

"Damn the both of you!" Amanda chuckled. I left with a curtsey and went down to get one and filled my tray with more to place in the upstairs refrigerator.

"...there are plumbing connections below, and it should be possible to tie into the heating and air conditioning duct work." Mrs. Buford stopped talking when she noticed my return.

"Go start our supper and stay there until it's ready. Karen." I curtseyed and did as I'd been told.

*****

"We'll skip rehearsal today, girls," Mrs. Buford announced Wednesday morning as we had breakfast.

"Karen, you have chores. After you complete them, you may have free time until tomorrow morning at seven o'clock, as I expect to be out much of the day and will probably eat out this evening too." She turned to Sandi.

"Cassandra, I'm placing you in charge. Karen will obey any reasonable requests. As I told her before your arrival, please confine any intimacies to your room?

"Should you go out, please leave me a note with your expected time of return?" Mrs. Buford left us alone.

"You best get started, Karen. The sooner you finish, the more time we'll have together."

*****

"Change into something else and get your coat. I'd like to go over to my house and pick up some software."

"Will your parents be home?"

"Mom should be, but daddy will be at work. Why?"

"Just wondering?" She grinned at me.

"I'm almost ready to come out to them, but not today. I'll introduce you to my mom as my friend today. The girlfriend bit will be at another time; if that was your question."

"It was. Thank you for answering."

For the occasion, I chose a soft pink turtleneck sweater, black cloth skirt and my boots over black tights. I felt very self-conscious about my very bold makeup and flashy red nails as Sandi opened the door for me to get into her car, but didn't mention it.

Her parents lived about fifteen miles from Mrs. Buford's house. There was nothing fancy about their home; it was a modest two-story house in a typical suburban neighborhood. We entered through the front door directly into their living room.

Sandi announced our arrival. "In the kitchen, dear." I heard her mother call back. Mrs. Martin was busy mixing something at the counter when we entered.

"Mom, I'd like you to meet my friend."

When her head turned I saw her jaw drop briefly. I knew my look was too much for a weekday morning. Sandi's mother fully turned as she wiped her hands on a towel.

"You must be Sandi's model? She sent us your picture with an email yesterday.

"Edie Martin." She extended her hand to shake as I curtseyed to her.

"Pleased to meet you, ma'am." I accept her hand.

"Oh my, no need to be so formal; a curtsey too. No one curtseys these days."

"Training and force of habit, ma'am."

"Karen, this is my mother, Edith.

"Mom, this is my friend, Karen Thomas," Sandi introduced. Her mother stared at her for a moment.

"Go sit at the table. I've been baking cookies; I'll bring some.

"What would you like to drink, Karen?"

"May I have a glass of milk, please, ma'am?" Again, my curtsey caused her to stare in question.

"Sit, Karen," Sandi pointed when I'd remained standing after she'd sat.

Her mother set plates before us and a glass of soda by her daughter then a plate of chocolate-chip cookies. She sat between us.

"Your father is going to be extremely disappointed that he didn't get to meet a Playboy^® bunny model this morning and even more when I told him I served her cookies and milk, Sandra."

"I can imagine daddy won't believe you, mom." Sandi grinned at me. Her mother got up quickly. The next thing I saw was a flash, just as I placed a cookie to my lips.

"Smile for the camera, Karen." She was taking pictures of me with a digital camera.

"Well, I have the proof now! So there Miss Smarty-pants."

"Ma'am, where did you get the idea I'm a Playmate^®?"

"My daughter said so in her email."

"Mom, that is not what I wrote. I said the picture was of a girl I'd met who I'd been taking some pictures of and that she would make a great model. I said nothing about Playboy^®."

"Well, with that picture you sent it was only logical that she'll be the centerfold in a few months," Mrs. Martin declared. "What with those sexy legs and that outrageous maid costume you rented."

"Just which picture did you send your mother, Sandi? Have I seen it?" I asked.

"I don't remember if I showed it to you or not. You were posed on a stool in the kitchen and I got down on the floor. I asked you to bend over and blow a kiss to the camera."

"You'll need to show me when we get back home." I finished the cookie. Their exchange was very amusing.

"That's where you live, Karen? There I knew it. From what I could see of your kitchen in the background, your house has to be worth five hundred thousand dollars. At your young age, only a glamour model could afford it."

"Mom, the house Karen lives in is probably worth ten times that.

"I think a Playboy^® centerfold model earns a few hundred thousand for just that one session."

"Try a cool one million dollars, Sandi."

"No wonder you can afford a house like that!"

"Mrs. Martin, I need to clarify your understanding. It's true that I live in a mansion, but I don't own it."

"Of course not. Your financial manager has told you to keep a mortgage for tax purposes. Bill has tried to explain it all that to me, but I do not understand it."

"Please listen to me, ma'am? Let's go back. First, I'm not a professional model, especially a Playboy^® centerfold model. You're daughter asked to take some pictures of me, that's all. The costume, as you referred to it, is actually a uniform that I wore to work at a Halloween party. I live in a mansion that I do not own because I work there, ma'am. Mrs. Martin, I'm a maid."

"Now, there is no need to pretend. Explain how you can do anything like work, with fingernails like yours?"

"With great difficulty, ma'am. They were put on just for the costume party. Your daughter asked my employer if I could keep them for a few days along with this makeup so she could take the pictures."

"Listen to Karen, mom. She's telling you the truth."

"Come up to my room, Karen, and help me find the software I want to put on your computer."

"Thank you for the cookies and milk, ma'am." I stood and curtseyed.

*****

"Thank you very much for this jacket, Sandi." I rubbed my hand over the polished black leather when we got back into her car. "It fits perfectly."

"Now you can pretend to be a biker broad model for Harley-Davidson^®. It always was too tight on me, but hasn't fit comfortably for a while.

"Black leather looks good on you. I'm going to have to get you a leather micro-skirt. It would go perfectly with the motorcycle jacket and boots."

"I know something we can do this afternoon, Sandi."

"I have the skirt, I can put it on and you can take more pictures of me as a biker chick."

"You're on!" she laughed."

Sandi took me up on my suggestion once we'd returned to the house then went one better. With me wearing the skirt and the fishnet tights to my party uniform and my thigh boots, she drove us to the Harley^® dealership. It didn't take much persuasion to convince the guys there to let me pose using the HOGS. I even got to ride on the back of three of them with different guys so Sandi could take more pictures.

*****

"Time for you two to get in costume," Mrs. Buford announced Saturday afternoon. Go remove your makeup and use the toilet; you'll not get another chance for some time." To help prevent that need, Sandi and I had been permitted nothing to eat or drink since morning.

We used the living room to get taped and into our costumes. In addition to all we'd previously worn, Mrs. Buford produced tight elastic mittens complete with spotted fur and long red claws for our forepaws and long tails had been added to our leotards.

Sandi and I were surprised when a woman I knew from the beauty parlor arrived to do our makeup. I thought Sandi looked super attractive once her face was completed with dramatic, black eye makeup and shiny black cat lips. The extra touches were the long black whiskers that were glued above our mouths and fangs fastened to her teeth. I imaging I looked the same.

Our helmets had been modified. Mine had a hole to accommodate my curls and Sandi's was fitted with a hairpiece to mimic mine.

"Now for something neither of you are going to like very much," Mrs. Buford announced when she opened the door to admit Cowboy Jack in his costume. Without a word, I was scooped off the floor and carried out to a van. A woman was waiting to open the rear doors.

I was set down and she ordered me to crawl in the waiting cage. It was one of those heavy, welded wire, pet-type ones.

"Get all the way in back, cat," she ordered. Once I had, she threaded my leash through the top and locked it to the bar.

"You're not putting me in any cage!" Sandi declared when she saw it.

"Oh? Watch me." Cowboy Jack declared. Despite her struggles, she was pushed through the door. Once the woman had locked her leash to the top, the door was closed, latched and secured with two big padlocks.

"Let us out now!" my girlfriend demanded.

"Shut you mouth, slut!" Cowboy snarled. "If Wanda hears one word from either of you, you'll wake up as ponygirl in my stable!" In my opinion, it was a wise decision for my girlfriend to obey.

They placed a fitted, heavy vinyl cover over our cage, zipped it closed down the corners where the door was then fastened the bottom edge of the cover all around to the base of our cage, which put us in complete darkness.

"Not a word!" he repeated before the rear doors of the van slammed closed.

"I'm here," Wanda said, "just in case you wish to speak and be ponygirls in instead of pretty cats. No talking means exactly that; not one sound." She hit the top of our cage with something hard to emphasize her order.

Thankfully, Sandi knelt quietly. Though large enough to just accept both of us, as small as the cage was and the way our leashes had been locked, we'd little choice, but to kneel with our heads and backs bent down.

"Boys, take my props inside!" I hoped we were at the country club and not delivered to his stables and that Cowboy was ordering the valets and not his stable hands.

Nothing happened for some time. The sounds of, what to me, were staff moving about and setting up the room, reassured me that we not in his stable. When someone tested the sound system it relieved my anxiety completely. Sandi rubbed the back of her paw on my thigh. I reciprocated by rubbing her breast. For the time being, we were safe!

Over what had to be three or four hours the room had filled and their party was well underway. There was music and maybe dancing, going on.

I assumed that some sort of contest started. It could have just been individual presentations as the music had stopped; names were announced with several minutes of quiet, which were followed by applause.

"Cowboy Jack, last year's winner for best presentation; with his magnificent ponygirls, Nikki and Kate!" the MC announced. The applause and cheers were thunderous!

I guessed that they must have been in a cage too, under the other vinyl covered shape that I'd seen in the van when I'd first been caged.

Someone, undid the cover's bottom fastening around our cage and suddenly we were flooded in light as the zipper was opened and my eyes struggled to adjust to the brightness.

"Amanda Buford and her trained cheetahs, Pussy and Kitty!" the MC announced. Mrs. Buford smiled at us as she crouched to open the locks on the cage door. She wore a long, black satin cape.

"I'm counting on you two to do your best," she whispered. Once the padlocks were removed to free our leashes, she opened the door to take Sandi's leash and straightened to shed her concealing cape.

My employer had dressed in a skimpy red latex body suit that would have revealed more than it covered were it not for the sheer black body stocking under it. A black top hat with head covering mesh veil, her thigh boots and very long, black kid gloves completed her costume with a wide, black belt that she'd cinched very tightly.

"Out, Pussy!" The whip broke the sound barrier and she jerked her leash. I thought Sandi looked great pretending to be a big cat as she crawled out. I got an idea when the cage door was quickly closed and latched.

"Raaaaaarrrrhhhh!" I growled very loudly and began to paw and kick the inside of the cage. The crowd started to applaud loudly. Mrs. Buford turned to grin at me

"Rrraarah!" The whip cracked the air twice.

"Grrrrrrrr! Grrrrr! Raraugh!" She struck the cage with her lash. I rolled on my side. "Meooooowh!" Laughter filled the room.

I stayed down and watched Sandi being led around gracefully for a few minutes to end on top a short set of steps sitting up on her haunches.

"Raraugh!" Sandi pawed the air. Mrs. Buford dropped her leash and cracked the whip again. Amidst applause, she strutted towards the cage and I rose to my fore paws and knees.

"Grrrrr!" The whip snapped. "Meow! I was given a grin. Cage opened and a command from the whip with a jerk on my I crawled out. There was still more appreciative clapping.

I did my best to perform as I'd been taught and practiced while being led around. Like Sandi, I finished on top of a short pedestal. My girlfriend turned her head and snarled at me while reaching towards me. I repeated her gestures, but stayed quiet.

"Amanda Buford with Pussy and Kitty!" The audience applauded very loudly and she curtseyed.

"Do you think your can jump off?" Mrs. Buford whispered as the applause subsided. I purred softly. I was only about eighteen inches above the floor. "Wait for the whip"

When it sounded loudly, I roared again and jumped off. I sensed Sandi had too. The crowd erupted again. Sandi moved close and we synchronized our slow movements as we'd been taught to be led to the side.

"Amanda Buford with her beautiful cheetahs, Pussy and Kitty!" We followed her to a table. Mrs. Buford's friends rose and clapped.

"Great act, Mandy!" "Beautiful!" "Really great!" I heard them congratulate.

When Mrs. Buford sat and she barely rippled our leashes we went on our haunches.

"This calls for champagne," a man said.

"Charlie, order a big bowl of Rhine wine for my cats, please?"

They chatted and several came near to congratulate her.

A cute waitress placed individual bowls of wine before Sandi and me on the floor. She smiled and scratched under my chin.

There were two more presentations after ours and a lot of appreciative applause.

Sandi and I were ignored until the loudspeaker called us to the floor with Cowboy Jack and another woman.

"The results tonight were extremely close ... Tied for second place are last year's winner Cowboy Jack with his magnificent ponygirls, Kate and Nikki ... and ... Amanda Buford ... with her beautiful cats ... Pussy and Kitty!" I heard polite applause and a lot more loud boos and jeers.

"Tonight's winner by just three votes ... Melody Crawford and her maid ... Michelle!"

Mrs. Buford jerked hard on our leashes and hurried back to the table. I struggled to keep up with the tension in the chain.

"You deserved to win" and similar condolences were spoken by her friends.

"Thanks," she snatched up her purse and a man placed her cape over her shoulders.

"Good night!"

At a less urgent pace we were led outside. "My car please?" she requested from a valet.

"They can't stand. Please lift them in back." It was the Odyssey^® she'd driven to the club and not her Mercedes^® that night.

"Quiet you two. Not a purr out of you!" we were ordered before the hatch closed. The ride home was in silence.

Mrs. Buford again warned us to silence as we were helped onto the garage floor.

Climbing the stairs to her bedroom was difficult for us. There, I saw she was crying as our collars were unlocked.

"Get on my bed!" Naked, her sobs shook her damp body and tears ran freely when she got between Sandi and me then pulled us close and covered us.

"Go to sleep Pussy." She kissed my girlfriend then rolled to pull me in a hug.

"I've never kissed a cat on the lips before, Kitty." There was nothing just friendly about our kiss. Her tongue entered my black lips.

She lifted my useless fore paw to her breast, pressed it into her and moved it slowly. "Mmm..." I got the message.

As she started to become aroused I was shoved down between her spread thighs. "Your whiskers tickle," she giggled.

*****

"No talking; not a word from either one of you.

"Go back you sleep, Karen." Still completely naked, Mrs. Buford needed forty minutes to get Sandi completely out of her costume. Working together to remove mine took less time, of course.

"Cassandra, go to your room and bathe then dress pretty. Karen and I will be down shortly, as soon as we've done the same.

"I'd like you in one of your back uniforms, please, Karen, and high heels? Run along. Oh, don't spend a lot of time fussing with your hair this morning.

"We'll talk tonight once your girlfriend goes home later." She kissed my nose and smiled.

Mrs. Buford was drinking coffee and seated with Sandi when I entered the kitchen.

"Get coffee and please sit, Karen?" I was invited. Sandi had breakfast all prepared.

"What was so special about Mrs. Crawford's presentation, other than their Victorian costumes, Amanda, Karen and I couldn't see?"

"Absolutely nothing. It's all politics. Melody throws about five or six huge parties at her estate here and at her cottage in Newport.

"You and Karen were perfect last night. After all of your hard work, I was extremely disappointed we had to settle for a second place tie." Nothing was said for a few minutes.

"You know, Amada, your performance was pretty disgusting; you really surprised me last night."

"Sandi!" I squealed.

"Was it really that bad, Cassandra?" Mrs. Buford questioned.

"Not bad, disgusting, Amanda. I mean after all, bestiality? Taking one of your pet cats to bed with you then using her to make love to you. Really!

"What will all your friends say when they find out how really kinky you are?"

Mrs. Buford swatted playfully with her napkin as we all had a good laugh.

Too soon, it was time for my girlfriend to go home. I'd been sent to do my chores, so I didn't have any opportunity to talk with her after breakfast and our good-bye was far too brief.

 

The End Chapter III

  

  

  

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