Amanda's Maid
by
Anne Marie Bauer
© August 2005
Part VI
"Karen, next Sunday is Easter. I'll be having overnight guests beginning Thursday night and some will stay until Monday morning at least."
"Yes, ma'am. May I take a moment to get my pad to make notes, please?" She waved me from the room.
"I'd like you on duty from seven thirty in the morning until I dismiss you in the evening Friday through Monday morning. You may have Monday evening and Tuesday morning off to compensate."
"Thank you, ma'am."
"Those are new aprons," She pointed to pile on a nearby chair. "Be sure to iron them and hang them in your old quarters so you always have a fresh one handy. I'd like you in a black uniform during the weekend. Consider that standard whenever I have overnight guests.
"You will also find a half dozen pairs of white gloves. Have your hands covered the entire weekend and cover the gloves with your kitchen ones to do your chores there and when cleaning the bathrooms."
"Yes, ma'am." I didn't then realize that her order signaled just the beginning of what would be a very different weekend for me.
"One couple and a friend for diner Thursday then another couple will arrive Friday afternoon. I expect that everyone will stay through until Monday morning.
"Karen?" I looked up and our eyes met for a moment. "I do not expect that my friend will need a separate guest room."
I curtseyed, "Yes, ma'am.
"Ma'am, when I unpack his luggage should I place his things in the armoire?" I didn't understand why she found my question funny enough to burst out laughing.
"Please excuse me for laughing?" she apologized. "Miss Katerine Schreiner is a woman, not a man." I curtseyed to acknowledge what she'd told me.
"Do you speak or understand any German, Karen?"
"A few words, but hardly an understanding, ma'am."
"Write these down, Zofe and Mädchen," she spelt the words. "Both words mean, 'maid', but with big differences. Mädchen translates exactly as maid. On the other hand, Zofe was originally something like a lady's maid, but today it more often refers to a caricature of a real maid, just as we think of a French maid."
"I believe I understand, ma'am.
"Kat, speaks flawless English with a cultured British accent, but she may address you using those terms. I just want you to be prepared to respond appropriately, if she does.
"Unlike with my other guests and my instructions, please greet Kat as, 'Miss Schreiner', Karen, and respond to her in a like manner when you acknowledge anything she might say to you."
"Yes, ma'am."
"If Kat should make a request of you or possibly give you a reasonable order, I'd like it if you would obey her as you do me, Karen."
"Certainly, ma'am."
"Oh, I didn't answer your question, Karen. Yes, place her things in the armoire, as you've suggested."
"Let's go on to meals...." Unlike the previous holidays, I was given menu suggestions and added additional things as Mrs. Buford paused to think.
"Request that Cassandra, not use the garage when Kat is here, please, to allow room for her to park her car there, please?"
*****
"Good afternoon, Miss Schreiner." I curtseyed. She was gorgeous! Long, fair blonde hair, done up in soft waves, exquisite makeup, elegant manicure with red fingernails half an inch long. I guessed her to be my employer's age.
"Well, what have we here?" She smiled broadly then suddenly wrapped her arm about my waist and kissed me on the lips. Still holding me, she asked, "What is your name, gel?" With her free hand she began to trace her nail over my face.
"My name is Karen, Miss Schreiner." Her other hand was feeling the laces of my corset as her finger continued to explore my face
"You are a very pretty little Zofe, Karen." She lightly gripped my chin to turn my head and examined my tied up hair. I felt her undo it.
"I like these," Miss Schreiner said as she combed out my fine braids with her fingers. "Wear your pretty hair loose for me this weekend."
I was kissed again then she broke and took hold of my gloved, right hand. "Come, escort me to your mistress." The brushing sound of her tight off-white suede jump suit mingled with those of our heels as we walked across the marble before we stepped onto the carpet in the living room.
Mrs. Buford stood with a grin. "Kat, I'm so pleased to have you here."
"Mandy..." By comparison, the kiss I'd been given was a light peck to the heavy one they engaged in for a couple of minutes. I took the opportunity to retrieve my silver tray.
"Karen, sweets, please park my motor in the garage?" They were seated tightly together on the couch. Miss Schreiner deposited her keys on my tray when I'd approached and curtseyed.
I froze momentarily as I opened the electric garage door from the inside. Her car was unlike anything I'd ever seen other than during a televised race. Bright red, its roof top was lower than my breasts. I'd only heard of Lamborghini and my knowledge of one was limited to the fact that I'd never be able to afford to buy one.
Though it moved some when I tried to open the door, it took me a few moments to figure out that, unlike any other car door, that one pivoted up and forward to allow entrance. Corseted as I was, I found it extremely difficult to get down in the very low seat and quite uncomfortable once I'd managed.
Very afraid that I might damage her vehicle, my hand trembled as I insert the key once I'd found the one for the ignition and slid it in. Placing my left foot to depress the clutch pedal, I hoped my guess that the gear shift was in first gear of the six available unmarked slots.
The soft purr from the engine as it instantly came to life did not cancel the obvious fact that it was extremely powerful. I placed my right toes on the brake pedal and not the accelerator then gently eased out the clutch to inch the car forward without fully engaging it after I'd released the parking brake.
My legs still trembled as I breathed a sigh of relief after accomplishing my task without untoward incident. Miss Schreiner had brought only two pieces of leather luggage, I lifted them from the small trunk and carried them up to Mrs. Buford's bedroom.
Unpacking her cases ended all question regarding Miss Schreiner. She had a long black leather corset, wore only black latex thongs for panties, clear and sheer black latex stockings with prominent seams and very high-heeled shoes or boots. Her blouses were a choice of latex, suede or thin leather and the skirts were going to be either leather or latex. I placed her makeup bag and jewelry box on Mrs. Buford's dresser and her toiletries on the vanity in the bathroom then went down to return her keys.
"Thank you, sweets." The front zipper of her jump suit had been opened to reveal her cleavage and the edges folded back so that the polished band of silver circling her neck and its swivel ring were visible.
"Karen, Miss Schreiner would like to change. It seems that you've made a very favorable impression on her in a short time. She has requested my permission to use you as her Zofe this weekend," Mrs. Buford grinned at me.
"Mandy has informed me that you know the meaning of Zofe in the original sense. Would you like to do that for me, pretty one?"
"It will be my pleasure, Miss Schreiner." They both giggled.
"I certainly hope you find that to be very true, sweets.
"Be a good gel then and bring a cold bottle of wine up to the bedroom with two glasses, sweets." She kissed Mrs. Buford as I straightened from my curtsey.
"I'll be down in an hour or ... perhaps I'll not, Mandy."
"Enjoy." Mrs. Buford giggled.
Miss Schreiner was seated on the big bed when I entered. "No, don't close the door. I should not want your mistress to think that she is unwelcome in her own bedroom, sweets.
"Open the wine then pour us each a glass, please?" I was invited to sit next to her after she'd lifted both glasses from the tray and handed one to me after I'd sat.
"To your pleasure, little one." Her glass clicked on mine and we sipped.
"My name is Katerine. I ask that my friends to call me Kat. A true Zofe, at least one serving me, should also be my friend."
"I'm happy you've asked me to be your Zofe, Kat." She smiled at me.
"Being my Zofe comes at a price though, gel.
"You may pay me later.
"In my luggage there is a pair of long black gloves. Please open the big bag and get them for me." She giggled when I went to the armoire and took out the latex pair.
"Remove you uniform and before you fret that I will see your breasts; I already felt them when I kissed you, sweets. Your mistress did not betray your trust.
"Come now, remove your uniform." With nothing to hide any longer, I did as she asked. Kat removed my white gloves then examined my long fingernails that had been painted pastel green with bright yellow, diagonal stripes for Easter.
"You are going to ruin my gloves with these and they are too pretty to hide. Bring me a pair of scissors, sweets." Without really giving it thought, I cupped my hands to catch the bits that Kat cut off the end of each finger. She then helped cover my hands and arms all the way to my shoulders with the tight rubber.
"I have rather a bit of a fetish for gloves," she said.
From her large purse, Kat took out a chain leash and padlock. "Until Mandy told me, I did not recognize you to be her pretty Kitty at the Halloween party where we met.
"Put this on for me, please, sweets?" I thought she wanted it around my throat before Kat brushed her hair back and raised her chin once I'd taken them from her hands. She thanked me after I'd locked the leash to her ring. She slipped the red leather handle on my left wrist.
"Don't let go until you hand me to Mandy.
"I would like a bath, please?" I stood and jerked her leash.
"Stand up!" I ordered firmly.
"Oooooo... Goodie gum drops; you are going to be a positive delight," Kat grinned as she stood. I led her to the stool before Mrs. Buford's makeup vanity.
"Sit!"
"Up!" I then led her back to the bed so I could retrieve her purse, confident that it contained a hairbrush.
With all the practice on my own hair, I easily worked to pin hers all up on top. The lobes of her ears bore 'flesh tunnels' with thick silver hoops three inches in diameter through the holes and several other pieces of jewelry through her ears.
"Kat, how does your collar come off?" I couldn't even find a seam.
"It doesn't, sweets. Twelve years ago when I was nineteen, it was first placed on me by a girlfriend. I was then taken to a jeweler's on a leash and tied to a table for several hours while he hard soldered the join and polished it.
"None of the jewelry that you'll soon see can be removed except by destroying it. I finally had to do that to my nose ring and the ware in my mouth." She giggled, "I was quite the sight by the time I was twenty-two, sweets.
"The bit through my cheeks was the final piece that drove me to say, 'enough'." She chuckled, "I think if Erika hadn't done that, I'd still be her slave today. The bit, I barely tolerated for three days, was positively horrid to have the extension touching my tonsils and knowing that I'd no longer have solid food.
"Quite the luck that it hadn't been made permanent, for its core was hardened alloy and I've have had a devilish time having it cut out inside my mouth. The holes through my flesh also hadn't the opportunity to heal, so a good surgeon was able to repair the damage so they are no longer is visible."
I knelt to unlace her white calf-high platform boots then jerked her leash so she stood and I could remove her garments. It was all I could do to not display any emotion to what I saw that had been done to her body.
Each of her nipples and aureoles bore three thick rings, but it was her tattoos that almost took my breath away. On her lower belly was a portrait of a woman with a shaved head. By what she had just told me and the resemblance, it was her own picture. 'Esklavin aus Erika' was tattooed below it.
I rolled down her tiny black thong to see the dozen rings through her labia and a large one through her clitoris. I guessed that its hood had been surgically removed. Two chains dangled for a few inches inside her thighs.
"Erika had me locked in a very effective steel chastity, twenty-four slash seven, as you Yanks say, for three years before she thought of what you are so innocently staring at, sweets," she giggled. "I'd have preferred the chastity.
"She would lock various things of varying size and mass to the chains you see. The worst of them steel balls with sharp spikes protruding all about.
"Now, like others you want to ask why it is that I still retain all of these mementos of our failed love. You are a very good gel and either too polite or a testament to Mandy's training to not have asked, so I will tell you.
"I am still a very kinky gel and they remind me of how foolish a young gel I once was."
She followed me into the bathroom when I led her there. I pushed the rug to the tub, knelt and started the tub with the fragrant oils and beads that always left a residue for me to scrub away each morning. When I handed her into the tub, I saw more of her tattoos. Her left shoulder bore another portrait. That one had been stylized to look like a human cat with slanted eyes, whiskers and fangs. Below it was 'Esklavin Kat'. Just above Kat's rear cleavage, 'Erika's Esklavin' had been tattooed in two inch high, Old German styled letters shadowed in red.
"Pretty pictures aren't they, sweets?"
"The one on your shoulder is nice," I didn't know how else to respond to this strange woman, who seemed to enjoy being with me.
"Bring your pretty plaits over your shoulder so I can fix them for you." Kat placed a bottle of liquid soap on the tub rim then wrapped two of my braids just above all of the tassels on the others that she'd arranged evenly and cinched them. It should not have surprised me when she plunged my hair into the water, squirted soap on it and offered it to me.
"Wash me, please, gel?" Her grin was wide.
"Certainly, Kat." If she wanted to be playful, I could be too. "I think I should start here." My target was her smiling face and took her completely by surprise. I gave it a good scrubbing and when she rinsed off the suds, Kat smiled at me.
"I know that you are engaged and Mandy and I are seeming to get along rather well, but I wish I'd met you before, sweets."
"I don't think you'd have liked me before," I told her. I began to wash her breast. She pulled my hair from my hand, rinsed it under the spout the held it towards me.
"You win the match, sweets. Hand me a towel, please?" She removed most of the moisture then passed me a wash cloth to actually wash her body.
"The barcode you are scrubbing now is real," she talked of the one centered at the base of her neck. "It can be read by a scanner and identify me as an owned slave. The Website refused to allow me to change it, because I'm a slave and not permitted, saying only my owner can change the register. When I strongly protested they blocked me from accessing the site and a message appeared that states 'Only a registered master or mistress may access my data.' That is a load of bullocks, of course, because friends of mine could access it and after I switched providers to obtain a new IP, I can read it too. They just wanted to make it difficult," she laughed.
Kat was quite talkative as I bathed her. "Do you know of the OWK, sweets?"
"No, I'm not familiar."
"Other World Kingdom, in the Czech Republic, is a group of dominatrix, both professional and non who sell their services to foolish men to be treated like slaves and charge them high fees for the pleasure of being beaten, debased or worse. Their Website has both a free and a members' portion.
"My barcode is registered there also and I even have my own pages, on which I am posted as a post operative tranny," she laughed. "There are thousands of my pictures there. You might find it amusing to have a look at them, sweets.
"If you soap my neck, you can work my collar down enough to read what is tattooed under it, but it is uncomfortable to wear it that low." She had invited me and I accepted.
"Erikasesklavinkat, all lover case. I can't read the other one," I said.
"Push my collar back up." I did. "It's the password in Czech. Erika was born there. I'll write down the keystrokes so you may look at all the Web pages at your leisure, sweets.
"It was years after that tattoo was placed there that I learned what it was and where to use it. Of course, you might imagine that it is not possible for me to read the tattoo."
She started to stand. "That's quite enough bath." I jerked her leash hard causing her to yelp!
"You do not stand before I tell you, esklavin!"
"Karen!" Mrs. Buford angrily entered the bathroom. "How dare you speak to my guest that way?"
"Please, love. You maid is treating me as I've requested her too. I could not have better service, nor ask for more."
"Carry on, but I shall stay here to chaperone the two of you."
I stood and tensioned the leash, very fearful that I'd angered my employer. Kat stood for me to wrap her in a towel and begin to dry her body. Mrs. Buford took the towel from my hands.
"Turn around, Kat." I was happy to see the smile form on her pretty lips. The towel was offered to me to finish.
"Karen, please make a note to remind me to have a close look at my partners before I turn out the lights."
"Yes, ma'am."
She leaned forward to softly whisper, "Girl-in-girl-mode," in my ear. "Serve, but participate, Karen." Kat's eyes questioned us, but she remained quiet. With just limited instruction, I finished the bathroom portion of her toilette then led her to the bedroom.
"Put your uniform back on, please, Karen?" I curtseyed and got dressed. She took the leash.
Mrs. Buford handed me the leather corset. "Closed, top to bottom. Karen." I heard Kat sigh loudly.
"No complaints, Kat, you've brought this on yourself. I offered you my maid's service during the weekend, but specifically requested that you not go too far or too fast with Karen."
It was a struggle for me to lace her corset closed. Once I had tied off, I covered the laces with the zippered flaps beside the grommets and was handed a small padlock to apply at the top then she returned the leash. Mrs. Buford opened the armoire to select what she wanted her lover to wear. I heard her laugh.
"I think this girl wants to wear latex tonight. Start with these." I was given the clear latex stockings and a pair of matching gloves. I moved Kat back to the stool.
Once fully dressed I was directed to apply makeup to repair Kat's face and give her a very cat-like look, but very quickly decided it would be easier to remove all that remained and begin on a clean canvas. As I worked, my employer freed my braids, blow dried them and teased the tassels then put it up again as she preferred it. She then turned her attention to Kat's mane which I'd rather hastily pinned to keep it from getting wet.
Wearing the clear latex blouse and black latex micro skirt with black lace-up, platform boots, Kat had sat quietly as we'd worked.
That changed when I was given two padlocks and what I guessed the heavy spiked balls she's told me of.
"Please no, Mistress? Please? I did nothing with your maid to warrant those! Please? All I did was talk to her. Please?"
"Karen, remember what mode you are in." I was obviously expected to respond.
"Amanda, your friend took no liberties with me. All we did was to talk while I bathed her."
"Explain the condition of your hair when I came in?" she calmly asked. I did so in detail.
"You do not remove your clothes willingly and allow others to see you that way. Explain?"
"Kat stated she'd felt my breasts when she kissed me at the door. I was so startled by her kissing me as she did, I cannot confirm that, Amanda. She already had figured out what filled my bra. I was instructed to follow her reasonable orders and removed my uniform when told to."
"Kat, why did you feel a need to embarrass Karen in that way then have her remove her uniform to confirm it?"
"I was curious... She is just so feminine, Mandy..."
"Oh shish! Yes, she is."
She turned to me. "Return those to her jewelry box and bring her down, Karen." The leash was given to me.
I put the locks and spiked balls away then turned as she spoke. "I'm sorry if I've caused you to be in trouble, Karen."
"You took some liberties with me that came very close, but didn't cross the line, Kat. From my perspective, the most offensive was touching my breasts then telling me to remove my dress so you could see they aren't real.
"I'm Amanda's maid. My behavior is expected to be beyond reproach at all times, but touching me as you did, the first moment we'd met, was a serious breech of conduct on your part. You caused me great embarrassment by telling me you'd read me then telling me to remove my uniform." While it had bothered me at first, it wasn't a big deal until then and I became more annoyed the more I thought about it.
"I'm sorry, sweets."
I handed her the pad and pen by the phone. "Write down how I can access your Website. Be doubly sure that it works. Tell me how to access your page the on slave registry site too." I went to her purse and took out her keys and placed them in my bra.
"You better have gotten these right, Kat, or you'll be driving your cute little car home with those spikes between your thighs."
"Are you threatening me, gel?" she said in a demanding tone.
I tensioned her leash, "No, Miss Schreiner ... I am promising you! No more games. You almost got me in serious trouble and I do not enjoy my job being threatened."
"Tilt your head back." Her eyes closed when she saw I held the ring and pliers in my hand. I'd tightened the bead and had transferred her leash to the ring in her nose without the need for the lock.
"With your permission, Amanda, I'd like to go to my apartment for about fifteen minutes please?"
"Certainly, Karen. I'll take her.
"Kneel, Kat." Kat looked terrified as our eyes met and sank to her knees.
The name and password opened the pay area of the OWK site on first try on my computer. I set 'Remember Password' then bookmarked it and followed the instructions to easily find her Home page and bookmarked that too. Kat was posted as a 'runaway slave' with a twenty-five thousand euro reward for her return to her rightful owner, Mistress Erika, and contact information. The page linked to another showing close-ups of all her tattoos and body jewelry plus scans of official looking documents in German and what I guessed to be Czech.
I tested that a few other pages opened too, but didn't dwell on them before going to the slave registry site. Not going to her specific page immediately, I opened the link to 'Runaways - Rewards'. It listed all of the same data as on the OWK site, but in a different format. There was also a one thousand euro reward for just scanning her barcode and link to instructions how to do that and have it connect the information to the site.
Satisfied with that I had, I left her keys and the pliers next to my monitor and returned to the living room. Kat, still kneeling at Mrs. Buford feet, had a frightened look when our eyes met.
"Is everything alright, Karen?"
"Everything is fine, Amanda," I smiled and curtseyed. "I'd like wine, may I get you anything?" I served them and told Kat to sit next to Mrs. Buford then sat in a facing chair.
"Amanda, Kat, being the runaway slave she is, requested that I put her nose ring in and to be leashed for the duration of her stay with you. I promised I'd ask you to do that on her behalf."
"Certainly I will, Kat." I watched them kiss intimately.
*****
I'd been asked to make diner then invited to sit to eat with them once I'd served.
"Karen, something passed between you and Kat while you were together this afternoon. She seems truly afraid of you. I would like to understand that please?"
I reached across the table to lightly jerk on Kat's nose leash; she winced. "It is obviously a question you have already been asked. Answer it now, Kat."
"Mandy, Mistress Karen knows things about me that I've not shared with you. Sometimes I'm a blabber mouth, especially with other slaves."
"Karen is not a slave; she is my maid and my employee. Kat, I made that clear."
"Yes, you did and I ignored you.
"I thought with her being a T girl ... well, she was like the others."
"Go on," Mrs. Buford said.
"The others? How am I not like any other T girl, Kat?" I asked.
"Well ... they all want to be dommed. The ones with a maid persuasion, want it more so, I've been told."
"I've neither need nor a desire to be dommed, Kat," I stated. "My status in this house and with Amanda is on an even keel. I could not ask for a better employer.
"I do not do this and I'm not her maid to satisfy some fetish..." The more she talked about me, the greater became my dislike for her.
"Then why do you wear a corset and do it?" she questioned.
"I wear a corset because my fiancé likes me to and to satisfy her, not to satisfy Amanda. But for Halloween, she has never asked me wear one.
"I'm Amanda's maid because she offered me the opportunity to better myself. I've exceeded that long ago and will willing continue."
Mrs. Buford gave me the leash once we'd finished. Kat stood quietly beside and moved to cause no tension as I completed my chores.
"That will be all tonight, Karen. Thank you." She giggled when I motioned to the charge on the leash. She motioned for the handle.
"Have a nice night, Karen. Thank you. Girl-in-maid-mode."
"Good night, sweets. Give me a kiss?"
"Her curtsey is sufficient, Kat."
*****
It was only a little past eight when I'd undressed from my uniform, put on a nightshirt over my bra, corset, thong and pantyhose; my usual attire for bed, and sat to explore Kat's pages. I didn't expect Sandi home for another two and a half hours.
While the slave register site provided information and I'd saved how to scan her and send that information, the personal pages on the OWK server were far more interesting. By the way the text was composed, I concluded that Kat had no input or had not been permitted any.
Each page opened with a large bold font blinking, 'REWARD! €25,000! - Runaway slave!' If true, everything anyone ever wanted to know about Katerine Sabrina Schreiner was posted. Full fingerprints, palm prints and even high resolution retina scans. Her pictures on the many pages that followed revealed more about her.
Never before had I any interest in exploring the world of kink; Kat had lived it and seemed to have loved it.
The site was basically arranged chronologically and began with her at the age of eighteen and ended at age twenty-six. At nineteen, her head had been shaved, her nose bore a ring and she wore a chastity belt. Corset training started after that. I wasn't interested in all of her pictures and details of her slave life.
Her former mistress, Erika, was dead serious about the slave ownership thing and had several pages posted regarding it and her 'rights'. Obviously, Erika wanted her back. In addition to the contract and ownership documents I'd previously seen, there were English translations. The ownership one read like the title required by the state for a motor vehicle only with much greater detail regarding her description.
The reasons for the reward for Kat's return were easily understood. Kat had reneged on her slave contract, which gave Erika full permission to place whatever body jewelry Erika desired in her slave's body. The pictures of her bit and the ones after it had been placed showed that it could not have been a fun device for Kat to wear for the rest of her unnatural life.
Though there were many more pages of her pictures, I only opened one more on the site, which regarded an order issued by a court in Prague. It stated that there was outstanding warrant for her arrest because she had breeched her contract.
I logged off and put myself to bed.
Sandi awakened me with a kiss when she got into bed. I snuggled up tight. "How was your day?" I questioned as our legs entwined.
"Tiring, but a good one." She pulled me tighter and we kissed again.
*****
I was drinking my coffee and reading the newspaper when Kat came down in the morning. I stood and curtseyed to her then exchanged greetings. She wore a black latex blouse, skirt and black sheer latex stockings. Her shoes were black patent pumps without platforms that elevated her at least seven inches and had an extra strap about her ankle which Kat had chosen to lock that morning.
"Your mistress ordered me to ask you to please remove my leash, Karen."
She remained standing until I'd retrieved the pliers and done so then retightened the bead leaving the ring in her nose. "Thank you."
"Would you like coffee, Miss Schreiner?"
"Please?" I removed my coffee cup and folded the paper.
"We got off to a rather poor start yesterday, sweets. How might I best set that to rights?"
"By interacting with me in a strictly maid and guest way, please?" Kat sat quietly as I made preparation for breakfast and until Mrs. Buford came down.
"Have you two kissed and make up?"
"Your maid has been nothing but polite and well behaved, Mandy." Mrs. Buford glared at me; I returned a smile and a curtsey.
"Karen, explain your behavior now!"
I'd expected her order and had thought it through. "Miss Schreiner is your guest, ma'am. I believe that it would be in everyone's best interests if I were to interact with her on that level and not as a participant in your relationships."
"Kat, please excuse us?" Mrs. Buford stood and motioned for me to follow her from the room to her den and closed its door.
"I am not some submissive tranny with a need to be dominated." I did not wait for her to ask her obvious question. "It is not right to expect me to play her games at her level, ma'am."
"I did not ask you do that, Karen."
"That is correct, ma'am; Mrs. Schreiner indirectly did."
"All she did was ask for you to undress and bath her, though she made a questionable game of it."
"There is much more. It is not my place to repeat all of what transpired."
"I'm asking you for an explanation, Karen."
"Yesterday she gave me the power to dominate her and enslave her to the full extent of what that means. It is my perception that she has not shared that with you or told you all she has told me."
"Continue, please?" my employer's tone and demeanor with me softened markedly.
"Ma'am yesterday you asked me to remind you to have a good look at your partners before you turn out the bedroom lights. Have you done that yet?"
"No, I said it in jest."
"While I bathed her I had the opportunity examine all of her tattoos, if she has more inside of her mouth, I didn't look there. There is one tattoo Mrs. Schreiner made a special point for me to look at. And I've only seen pictures of the others."
"You bathed her, but didn't see all her tattoos then?"
"Her head would need to be shaved again to see the rest."
"You've lost me?"
"May I use your computer to show you her pages on the Web, ma'am?"
"Not at this time, Karen," she smiled and kissed the tip of my nose.
"Girl-in-maid-mode, Karen."
We returned to the kitchen. Kat looked at me in question; I returned small smile with my curtsey then filled their cups then started to cook breakfast.
"It promises to be a nice spring day, Kat."
"Yes, I think they predict it to be sunny and warm," Kat replied.
"There's a new shoe store with their grand opening today, I'd like to ride over there to see if they've anything interesting for my maid."
"Sounds like fun." I don't think that Kat had picked up on the key word 'ride' that I was ordered not to overhear.
They chatted amicably through out breakfast. I took the time to bring Kat's purse down along with a padlock and to go to our apartment. Before bringing her keys, I separated the car keys from all of the others.
"Mandy give me the time to fix my hair and redo my makeup? I also what to change into something more presentable." That morning her hair was again all up in nice curls and her heavy makeup created a more cat-like appearance than I had created the previous afternoon.
I offered Kat her purse. "Allow me to fasten this for you Miss Schreiner." I was kind and locked the leash to her collar ring and not the one in her nose.
"Thank you, Karen. Bring her along." I led Kat to the garage and the passenger side which I unlocked and opened.
"Ma'am," I restrained Kat and motioned for Mrs. Buford to sit.
"You expect me to drive? In these heels? I can't even get into it with this corset."
"Nonsense, Kat. Karen will help you."
"Won't you, Karen?"
"Won't I what, ma'am?" Mrs. Buford giggled.
"Help my friend be seated, Karen."
"Certainly ma'am; my pleasure."
"You know you just missed one, Karen? I'll tell you later."
It wasn't easy to help Kat behind the wheel and onto the very low seat. I passed the leash then fastened her safety belt and put the key in the ignition.
"Enjoy your drive, Miss Schreiner." I closed her door and opened the garage door.
I could see Kat and Mrs. Buford engaged in animated conversation until she finally started the car and backed out.
My morning chores were waiting.
It was near noon and I was nearly finished cleaning the downstairs when the phone rang. Caller ID showed it was from Mrs. Buford's cell phone.
"Good morning, ma'am, this is Karen."
"Miss Schreiner has changed her plans and will be cutting short her visit, Karen. Please pack all of her things and place her bags outside?"
"Yes, ma'am.
"Is everything alright with you? You sound upset."
"I am upset! Damn her!
"You were right; she would prefer to be your slave!" She switched off.
As I packed, I became upset too. My initial thought was to collect the reward, but had another idea before I'd finished.
I waited beside her bags until the car pulled in and stopped. Mrs. Buford opened her side, got out then hurried inside. I opened the door on Kat's side.
"Let me have the keys so I can put your bags in back, slave!" Kat glared at me then did as she'd been told. I removed her purse from behind her seat the opened the trunk and placed all inside.
"You've obviously upset my mistress, Kat. Do you really want to be my slave?" I spoke softly to her and smiled.
"Yes, I do, Karen."
"Good, then you agree that as my slave, you accept punishment if you upset me, now or in the future?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good. You are so agreeable this afternoon. Now I'm going to punish you, bitch!
"Why, Mistress?"
"Because I am very upset! I'm going to give you a choice of two different punishments, slave. Punishment one – I will contact Mistress Erica, the OWK and the Slave Registry, tell them where you are and collect the twenty-five thousand euro bounty on your head, as well as the Prague police who have a warrant for your arrest.
"What bounty and warrant? You're bluffing, gel."
"Don't interrupt me! I slapped her face hard.
"I do not bluff. I suggest you check your Website.
"Now, punishment two – I will lock these to your cute little twat chains." I held the spiked balls so she could see. I'd weighed them on the scale in the kitchen at over a pound each.
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Since you continue to misbehave, perhaps both punishments are in order." I pulled up her tight rubber skirt. She tried to stop me with her hands. I was prepared for that. I dropped the balls on her lap and quickly threaded the chain of her leash through her nose ring.
"Stop fighting me or I will hurt you, slave!" I tugged the chain. "Place both of your hands on the steering wheel now!" Kat obeyed me.
"Spread you thighs, slut." I pulled the chains up. "Being your legs together." Once she'd obeyed, I locked the balls and left them resting on the bare flesh above her stocking tops.
"Anticipating that you would resist your earned punishment, I have already punished you further. You will learn the nature of those punishments before the day is over.
"Now slave, are you going to obey me?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"You aren't lying to me are you slave? Lying and disobedience will only earn you more punishment. The only way you can avoid that is by telling me only the truth and being obedient.
"Are you going to obey me?"
"Yes, Mistress." It was obvious that Kat was seething with anger.
"Very well, I want you to drive home and obey all traffic laws while doing so, especially the ones regarding the speed limit.
"Have a fun afternoon, slave." I handed her only the ignition key and closed the door. The trunk key was on the floor behind her seat.
When I backed away, I bumped into Mrs. Buford. She hugged me from behind and pulled me back.
"If you ever want a side job as a professional dominatrix, I have some contacts, Karen. The pay is good too."
Kat started the car, revved the engine and burned rubber as she popped the clutch.
"May I borrow your cell phone to call the police regarding a speeder in the neighborhood, ma'am?" She started to laugh.
"No, you may not. Come inside, Karen."
"Oh, darn."
"Oh darn what, Karen?" Mrs. Buford asked.
"I didn't put the rest of her keys or the ring pliers in her luggage when I packed. They are still next to my computer."
"It was a simple error; you were probably upset from my phone call."
"It's true that I was upset, but it was not an error; simple or otherwise, ma'am. Leaving them there was intentional.
"Are you sure you won't let me call the police, ma'am?"
"I'm even more so now. You are not to call the police." She kissed the tip of my nose and took hold of my hands.
"Karen you were there for me once before when I was upset, please come up to my room, I'm still upset." I hugged her tightly.
"I'm sorry, I can't do that, mom."
"Mom? Why did you call be that, Karen?"
"Because, many times that's how I've come to think of you, especially when you give me one of your talks to direct me on the proper path and those times you kiss me on my nose.
"I can't go to bed with you. I can't because you are my employer, because of how I feel about you and because of the commitment I've made to Sandi."
She hugged me tightly and I squeezed her. When we broke our embrace, she kissed me on the nose again.
"Thank you Karen, that helped a lot.
"Mail Kat's things to her the next time you're out, Karen."
*****
Mrs. Buford's other expected guests arrived about four o'clock. They appeared to be in their late twenties. Mrs. Camden was a buxom redhead and wore a tight Spandex® top with a black leather skirt and black, high-heeled thigh boots. I found her quite attractive and pleasant. Her husband greeted me at the door and introduced himself as John and his wife as Alexi.
"Good afternoon sir, ma'am. I'm Karen.
"Sir, if you will place your luggage there, I will take it upstairs and unpack for you and your wife at first opportunity."
"Thank you, Karen," he said. I motioned to the living room and followed them there.
"Please be seated? May I serve you refreshment?" I fixed their drinks and served them.
"How long have you been working for Mandy?"
"Since September, ma'am."
He turned on the television and channel surfed for a bit before I left to make appetizers
Nothing of interest occurred through the remainder of the afternoon and dinner until about eight-forty five. Mrs. Camden was seated next to the table where the cordless phone was and passed it to Mrs. Buford. Under other circumstances, I was expected to answer the phone in the kitchen.
"Oh, this ought to be good. It's Kat Schreiner.
"Hello, Kat. I trust your drive home was pleasant?"
"...Arrested! Why?"
"... They stopped you for speeding... one hundred forty-three in a fifty zone. Kat, Karen did order you to obey the traffic laws.
"... I see.
"One moment and I'll ask her.
"Karen? Come here, please?" Mrs. Buford had raised her voice to call even though I was just on the side of the room. She looked at her watch then smiled at me. She waited at least two minutes before she called again, "Karen, did you hear me? Come here please?
"She didn't answer. I'll have to find her." She got up and walked in the foyer causing her heels to click on the marble. After doing that for half a minute, Mrs. Buford opened the closet door.
"I found her in the laundry doing the table linens.
"Karen, it's Miss Schreiner." When she had motioned I clicked across the marble too.
"Yes, ma'am?"
"Karen, Miss Schreiner seems to have misplaced her keys and her ring pliers." Mrs. Buford shook her head. "In the course of doing your chores today, did you happen to find them?"
I joined the game, "No ma'am, I vacuumed and dusted the house prior to the arrival of your guests today and I have not seen the keys or the pliers while doing my chores.
"I will make a point to look more diligently when I do my chores tomorrow and will promptly inform you should that occur, ma'am."
"Thank you, Karen. Return to your work. I expect the kitchen to be spotless before you are dismissed tonight. You made an absolute mess when you dropped that new bag of flour and it broke open. There is flour everywhere and you will clean it before you go to bed tonight. Do you understand me, girl?"
"Yes, ma'am. Should I awaken you to inspect that I have completed my chore to your satisfaction?"
"Don't be a smart ass with me, girl! Raise your dress..." she motioned for me to actually comply," ...slip too! ...Bend over!" she spanked me hard enough to hurt.
"Smart asses get smarting asses!
"Get back to work!" she walked to the closet and slammed the door. That damn maid is going to get what she deserves.
"Kat, I'll call if we find your keys and pliers."
"...Yes. Have a pleasant night...." she shut off the phone and placed it on the tray, "Bitch!"
"Please excuse the interruption. We'll explain after Karen serves us another round.
"Karen, be a dear and bring refills please? You may have one cocktail too, as I know you've had a rough day."
At the bar station in the kitchen. I mixed their cocktails and poured myself a glass of wine, but didn't place it on the tray until after I'd served their drinks and brought their old glasses and cocktail napkins back to the kitchen. Before the weekend, I'd been instructed how Mrs. Buford expected it to be done.
"Karen, what were Kat's exact words to you regarding her desires?"
"She said, 'I know that you are engaged and Mandy and I are seeming to get along rather well, but I wish I'd met you before, sweets,' ma'am."
"Karen, you are in this conversation, participate.
"She then told my maid of her Web site and the information to bypass the fact that it is on a paysite."
"Why?" Mrs. Camden asked.
"Miss Schreiner though she wanted to be my slave, ma'am.
"Her actions and behavior were totally out of line with me."
"I concur, Alexi," Mrs. Buford. "Kat was here by my invitation as my date. Yes, I've concluded I'm bisexual, if not a lesbian. To tell my maid that she preferred her to me in my own house is just one of the outrageous things she did.
"Please do not jump to conclusions; Karen is a lesbian, but I did not hire her as my lover.
"Speak, Karen."
"I fell in love with an attractive woman only days after Mrs. Buford hired me. When Sandi slipped my engagement ring on my finger at Christmas, we made a serious commitment to each other.
"Mrs. Buford..."
"Karen! Go girl-in-girl-mode, set your tray aside and sit."
"Thank you, Amanda."
"Whoa. girl-in-girl means she is not your maid, but an equal. Really kewl!" Mrs. Camden grinned.
"I'm Alexi, Karen. That's my hubby, John."
"You almost have it, Alexi. I'm still Amanda's maid and will happily serve you. I'm not your equal in society, I'm a servant."
"Hold on, Karen. The constitution says all..." I interrupted him.
"That all men are created equal, John. It says nothing about girls like me. The preamble to our constitution was signed in 1783. Men did not give women the right to vote until 1920. Most women did not have the opportunity to do meaningful work until WW Two, when men needed them to build the airplanes so men could fight the war. It is 2006 and we are fighting another war, men have decided that women aren't equal to be in combat.
"I'm not in favor of women's liberation! If some women want to be called Ms, they won that right. And they have the right to compete for jobs and fight it out in the corporate world. No man wants to put on my uniforms and curtsey to everyone who enters this house.
"I'm not your equal, John. I'm not in competition with you on any level; you are most welcome to do whatever it is you do to have earned the opportunity to be in this house as a guest. You want no part of competing with me for my opportunity to be here as a maid.
"I've been in your prestigious country club and had a beer that they had the nerve to charge more for than they charge for a glass of the Scotch in your drink tonight. Because I'm a servant, a maid I'm forbidden to go there as guest; your guest or my employer's guest.
"You and other members at your level of society voted for that rule, John. They voted to even post it on a sign in the lobby, 'Servants and employees of members are not permitted in the lounge or dining room as guests'.
"I'm very, very happy being Amanda's maid and with my status, but please do not sit there and try to convince me I am on an equal status, John?" Alexi applauded and Mrs. Buford joined her. She took my empty glass from my hand and left the room.
"You win that round, Karen." He pointed at me and sipped his drink.
"If you were not there as a guest, how is that you were in the club three times, Karen?" Alexi asked.
I thanked Mrs. Buford for the refill.
"The last time I was there as a waitress on New Year's Eve. The second time I was carried in locked in a cage and paraded about on a leash." John laughed.
"You were one of Mandy's cheetahs. I certainly thought she was cheated for the prize," he said. "Great act."
"The first time I was there, I performed with a band at the charity shindig in September."
"Oh my God! John! Karen's that singer! The one who won!"
He laughed, "I told you then, Alexi, it was all a part of the show and that there was no way that girl was a guy.
"Truth now, Karen, your with friends; it was all part of the entertainment."
"Spot on, my good man," I faked an accent. "I was trained in theater and was there for the show to entertain the punters, birds and blokes." I giggled. Amanda giggled too.
"Too right babe!" she added.
"I asked Karen that night if she wanted to be my maid and she accepted on the spot."
"Not quite, Amanda, wasn't it the next day?"
"I'm still skeptical," Alexi said, "didn't you have to show ID or anything?"
"If you want, you may see my ID to end your doubts, Alexi."
"Yes, I would!" I left the room and returned with my purse.
When I sat, I handed Alexi my wallet. "Go ahead, look at you want."
*****
"Go off duty, Karen," Mrs. Buford said when all of her guests had departed Monday morning, "girl-in-girl-mode. Your performances were nothing short of excellent this weekend. Thank you.
"Sit with me, please?"
"How are you, Karen?" Mrs. Buford's hand covered mine.
"After that upsetting event we shared with Miss Schreiner, I'm fine, Amanda. From what I saw, your guests had a very enjoyable weekend. They really seemed to enjoy your diner yesterday."
"My diner... roight, gel!" she grinned. "Thank you for making my diner so successful.
"Let's go to work for a moment." I was given a print out. "Get your pad."
"We'll go backwards, because that is currently the biggest event on my calendar for you, between now and June. I want a pool party Memorial Day Weekend; twenty-five to thirty couples. Have forty invitations printed – here is a copy of the address list." She slid another paper too me.
"Plan worst case of seventy people and overnights to fill the guest rooms plus."
"Plus, Amanda?"
"Don't be surprised to find some sleeping on the patio in the morning." She grinned at me.
"The entire planning is up to you, anchovies to ziti.
"Think of doing the same for 4th of July and Labor Day weekends. Do not commit until you confirm my plans
"On May 5th I'll be going on vacation and will not return until Monday the 15th. I want you to drive me to the airport and pick me up upon my return. I'll give you the flight information later. I forgot that and left it on my desk.
"Between now and then, I want you to get a sexy chauffeuse uniform; note the emphasis. The only details I'll tell you are it will be black with a white blouse, a cap and high heels; the rest is up to you.
"Oh, before now and Memorial Day, I want you to be a blonde again. Lighter hair becomes you. Best call beforehand so they'll have what they'll need on hand. I want them to braid in at least an equal amount of hair to your own. I do not want your plaits to be any thicker than they are now; I want twice as many of them, if not more. You pick the shade." Mrs. Buford lifted my long one that hung to mid thigh. "I want you to continue with this; it's become your trademark. Make it any color besides blonde that you want and frequently change the color as you want. That includes wild ones."
She touched my fingernail. "Make these pink before I see them again.
"That's all I have today, Karen."
"Thank you, Amanda." I stood and curtseyed.
"Remember, you are off duty until Thursday afternoon,"
Sandi was getting ready for work when I came up to our apartment.
"Hi, Sandi. I'm off until Thursday at four thirty."
"Hi, love," she returned.
"What's with the shorts?" I asked
"New summer uniforms. We always change right after Easter, but these are new designs this year."
"Really cute. I like it." Her black shorts had a snug, high waist to just under her breasts and a front panel that buttoned up on both sides with large silver buttons. There were shoulder straps that crossed in back to button to the top buttons of the panel over a white blouse with balloon sleeves. The shorts were similar to the ones Mrs. Buford had bough for me. She wore these with black pantyhose and her comfortable black shoes.
She chuckled, "The guys really hate theirs. In every way they are the same except their pant legs end below the knees and are gathered like knickers or plus fours. They are supposed to wear them with white knee socks.
"Randy, one of the guys, stated he'd rather wear a uniform like ours and Mrs. Newman, she's the wife of the owner, told him he could provided that he get his ears pierced, polished his nails and wore makeup. She was pretty annoyed with all the griping by then.
"The odds are fifty-fifty he'll show up this afternoon wearing lipstick and pantyhose or knickers and knee socks. I've twenty that says he'll be in shorts."
"Sandi, please don't let anyone make fun of him if you win your bet?" She stared at me a moment.
"I can't promise for the others. I won't love."
By the time I'd changed into a pink T shirt and denim skirt, Sandi had to leave.
I put on a pair of white pumps and a large white cartwheel Sandi had bought me at a yard sale for a dollar and took my bag of nail stuff out on the patio to redo my nails. I'd developed a definite affection for feminine hats.
Mrs. Buford joined me as I was removing the polish and slapped a stack of newspapers on the table.
"Unless you want to spend a week of your own time trying to scrub out all trace of color if your nail polish drips or you accidentally spill it, before I deduct the cost of repairing the damage, I suggest you cover the area around you." Of course I dropped to my knees and followed her advice.
"You are off duty; remember your mode of behavior when you are.
"You look good in a hat, Karen."
"I like them too. I've been thinking of a fifties look for me."
"If that includes poodle skirts, bullet bras, anklets and saddle shoes, the answer a definite, no!
"You would look good in a quote, New Look, unquote, fitted and tailored suit with a shorter skirt than was in style then." She had to explain 'New Look' to me. "I can also picture you looking very nice with full petticoats and fitted dresses of that era.
"Take this a compliment, Karen, and give it thought; you've passed the tests. You'd look so much more attractive in them than wearing the styles that are available today and you've bought. Even Cindy's clothes of ten to fifteen years ago are more becoming on you than much of what is offered today."
We spent a pleasant afternoon together as I polished my nails after filling them. Mostly, we chatted about my clothing and appearance. We also talked about the minor surgical procedure to have my 'tubes tied' and she suggested trying to have it done while she was on vacation.
Though off duty, I made us a light supper from leftovers and did the dishes before saying, 'Good night', and going to our apartment.
*****
I was lucky to be able to schedule the vasectomy with a surgeon on the Thursday morning, May 4th, the day prior to Mrs. Buford's vacation was to begin. She excused me from the planned chauffeuse assignment for her departure, but not from picking her up on her return. Both she and Sandi accompanied me to the office for the procedure.
The receptionist thought that I was playing some sort of a prank when I told her my name and the reason for my visit. Mrs. Buford stepped forward to fight my battle when it was obvious I was losing it.
"Inform Howard that Mandy Buford is here and I demand to see him now, woman, or you will soon be on the unemployment line!" The woman's mouth gaped for a moment and she was about to argue more.
Mrs. Buford waited no further, she opened the door to her right. "Howard? Mandy Buford, I need to speak with you!" she called as she walked down the corridor. She returned a few minutes later followed by a younger woman in surgical scrubs.
"Wanda, Doctor Morrison requests that you escort Miss Thomas and her companions to wait in room three. She can fill out the paperwork there."
"Gulp, yes Nancy." Mrs. Buford gave me a smile. Wanda picked up a clipboard and assembled the forms.
"This way, Miss." My employer and fiancé followed me to the exam room. "Doctor will be with you shortly.
After completing the forms, I checked 'sex' as female, we had to wait about ten or fifteen minutes before the doctor and woman named Nancy entered to room.
"Good morning, you must be Karen," he greeted with a warm smile. The doctor was about sixty. "I'm Howard Morrison.
"Good morning," I smiled. "Karen Thomas. I'm pleased to meet you." I introduced Sandi.
"Please accept my apology for my receptionist's rude behavior. Wanda gets a bit confused. It is not usual for my female patients to schedule a procedure like yours, except in the hospital."
"I accept. Thank you."
He read the forms and asked several questions regarding my medications and medical history. When finished, he escorted me to the room where the surgery would be performed. There was no need for me to undress any more than to remove my panties. I'd worn elastic topped thigh-high beige stockings instead of pantyhose, white pumps and a loose gray skirt with a thin half-slip. Sandi helped me hold up my skirt and pantyhose and slip while I got into position and Nancy placed my legs in the stirrups then adjusted them.
She and the doctor scrubbed then donned surgical gloves and masks. He began by examining my genitals.
"Who shaved you, Karen?"
"My fiancé did it this morning."
"You did a good job, Sandi." He complimented. "Usually Nancy has to shave them again and I think they do it on purpose. We'll not have that problem with your pretty Karen.
"I'm going to inject you with local anesthetic, Karen. While that takes effect, my nurse is going to scrub you with surgical soap.
"The procedure involves two small incisions..."
I reached for Sandi's hand and held it. "Frightened, love?" she asked.
"Nope, I just want to hold you."
"What sort of work do you do, Karen?"
"I'm Mrs. Buford's maid, doctor."
"Ah, I should have guessed. Your reputation is spreading at the club."
"All good I hope?" I giggled.
"Yes, all good. You are reputed to be a good cook and provide excellent service. The Christmas party Mandy put on is talked about with the highest praise. Snobs that we are at the club, of course, she gets all of the credit, but we all know who made it so behind the scenes, we just don't say that publicly." His continued conversation made me not think of what he was doing.
"There, all finished." She set aside the last of his instruments and pulled down his mask.
"There's no chance that you'll get pregnant now." Nancy was cleaning my crotch.
"You are going to be quite sore for two or three days. Apply an ice pack for half an hour every half hour or more for the first twenty-four hours.
"Mandy no work for your maid for the next five days."
"What? Howard, I've a dinner for twelve scheduled for tomorrow and a houseful of guests coming. My reputation as a hostess will be shattered." We all laughed.
He took my white panty and examined it a moment as Nancy lifted my legs. "This is good. You want support until you've healed, Karen." The doctor slid my thong up my legs and into place with my member up against my belly. "You'll know when it's time to tuck that back where it belongs, Karen; don't rush."
Nancy gave me a sheet of instructions and the doctor explained them. I was also given two blister packs on an antibiotic and another a pain medication.
His addressed Sandi, "Let her heal at least two weeks before you use her, young lady."
"Make an appointment in seven days to have the sutures removed."
*****
The following four days were the most boring I'd ever spent. Even though Sandi was with me up until mid-afternoon Friday, I was too sore to do anything more than shuffle between the couch and the bathroom and the bed at night. It wasn't until Sunday afternoon that I started to feel decent, but she wasn't there.
I felt well enough to do some cleaning in our apartment, but wasn't up to real work until Monday.
To play my chauffeuse role to pick up Mrs. Buford, I found a nice set on the Web in black leather with a pair of tight hot pants that were high-waisted like Sandi's new uniforms and a bolero styled jacket. I wore those with the white blouse and bow tie that had been dubbed my 'pool' uniform, the black fishnet tights from my party uniform over a pair of shiny sheer, light beige pantyhose and the thigh boot in which I'm made my debut.
Sandi gave me a wolf whistle as I stepped in to our living room. "Very sexy, Karen!
I pulled on the black gauntlets and set the wheel cap on my head; those I'd bought on the Web too. Because my hair was then twice the natural volume, I had to redo my 'tail' much lower on the back of my head than where I normally wore it in order to hear that hat. My long plait was black and I'd tied a black bow above the tasseled end.
"Mrs. Buford did tell me sexy. I think this qualifies."
"Sure does. You need red lipstick and a pair of dark sunglasses. You can borrow mine. If it wasn't for your hair, no one would recognize you." Sandi got her sunglasses from her purse while I changed my lipstick then handed me her small black 'disco' purse to use. It was barely large enough for my wallet, a little bit of makeup and my key ring.
With no instructions to the contrary, I drove the Odyssey®. Of course I drew attention from everyone as I strode confidently through the terminal to await her arrival on the public side of the concourse exit.
"Waiting for someone, Ms?" a security guard questioned after I'd been standing there for about five minutes.
"It's 'Miss', please? Yes, my Mistress." I'd seldom referred to Mrs. Buford that way, but dressed as I was, I felt it appropriate.
"May I see some ID, please?"
Knowing I'd done nothing wrong, I wanted to challenge him, but with security the way it is at airports, I felt it was in my best interest not to argue with him and just show him my driver's license.
The End Chapter 6
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