Amanda’s Maid
by
Anne Marie Bauer
© August 2005
Part VII
By eight o’clock on Friday evening the 26th, Mrs. Buford’s guests filled the bedrooms in her house and I was busy serving them until almost eleven. Saturday morning there was breakfast for eleven to prepare, serve and clean up then I was upstairs cleaning and making up the rooms. Those chores weren’t completed before more guests began to arrive.
There was barely enough time to change into black uniform and high heels when the caterers arrived and I had to direct them. Thankfully, some of the men took it upon themselves to act as bartenders and I was largely relieved of that chore.
Real relief arrived in the form of reinforcement a little past twelve. "Karen, this is Mrs. Ahrens’ maid Aimee.
"Aimee, this is my maid, Karen." Mrs. Buford introduced us and we curtseyed to each other.
Barely five feet tall, Aimee was quite pretty even without any makeup. Her dark blue uniform was a shirtwaist style with a plain white bib apron and she wore no headpiece; just a thin white ribbon to tie her very long black hair in a ponytail. I guessed her to be Thai or from another Southeast Asian nation.
After we greeted each other, she needed no instructions from me, but went right to work serving the guests and keeping the party area clean, just as I did.
We worked non-stop until some of the guests began to leave after the sun had set and the remaining ones were grouped in conversation and we were serving more coffee than alcohol or soft drinks.
Aimee and I could finally sit and eat. She told me she was from southern Thailand and was forty-five years old. I’d have believed her more if she had said twenty-five. She spoke English, but understandably with an accent.
"How long have you been in the United States, Aimee?" I asked.
"Four years. I will go home two year, unless contract renew again. I work three year contract. Hope stay, become citizen," she grinned.
"Have you always worked as a maid?"
"Oh yes. Was just ten when start. Much better here. Hong Kong, Singapore worse. Much abuse maid there.
"Meet many maid here, Master, Mistress travel much. You first white maid, Kiren. Most, black, Sain or Asia like I.
"You work hard like Thai girl." I smiled at her compliment.
"Thank you."
"You have handsome man friend, marry soon and not be maid, Kiren." Usually I don’t wear my diamond engagement ring while working, but had that day since mostly all I had to do was serve and pick up trash. She was staring at it.
"Yes, we hope to get married in the fall, but I will stay working as a maid, Aimee.
"My fiancé is a pretty woman though, not a man." Apparently, that fact should have best been not stated. She left the table without a word. I watched her go to her employers, whisper in the portly man’s ear and point at me. He and his wife stood, glared at me then found Mrs. Buford and left shortly afterwards.
Mrs. Buford came to me and sat. She smiled and covered my hand with both of hers. "Good riddance.
"Hypocrites and bigots are no longer welcomed."
"Apparently they take exception to the fact I’m a lesbian?"
A pretty brunette came over and sat next to my employer. "What’s up with the Reverend Ahrens, Mandy? They left rather hurriedly without saying good-bye to anyone, but you."
"Karen, this is my friend, Janet Dupree.
"Janet, my maid, Karen." I had stood and curtseyed.
"Sit, honey, you worked your cute ass off today.
"Karen mentioned that her fiancé is a girl to their maid and she immediately told him."
"Bigot! I knew he was a hypocrite, the way he drinks bourbon like a goldfish, and always thought he might be one; this confirms it."
Ms Dupree touched my ring and turned it for a better look. "Sandra Martin certainly shows she has excellent taste in asking you to marry her, Karen?" she gave me a nice smile.
"How do you know I’m engaged to Sandi?" Her statement had caught me off guard and I just blurted it out.
Ms Dupree laughed, "Because I assembled that ring and sold it to her. I’m a jeweler, Karen."
"Oh," was all I could manage.
Mrs. Bodine came over. "Is this private or may I sit with my favorite maid?" She bent over and kissed my cheek while hugging my shoulder.
"Wonderful party, hun’."
"Please join us, Johanna." She sat and offered her empty glass to me.
"Be a dear and refill that for me please, Karen? Scotch and water." I stood and asked if the others wanted a drink.
"Amoretto®, please?
"The same, Karen. Pour yourself a drink, you’ve earned it," Ms Dupree smiled. Mrs. Buford nodded.
"Does she need permission from you to enjoy a drink, dear?" I heard as I walked to the bar with my tray. ‘Dear?’
I served their drinks and was invited to sit by Ms Dupree, which seemed odd until I thought it through.
"Will there be twelve for breakfast tomorrow, ma’am?" I asked with a grin. Mrs. Buford kicked my leg playfully.
"You little minx; I wasn’t going to tell you yet.
"Yes, there will be twelve," she giggled.
"Girl-in girl mode, while seated here, Karen; maid mode with the others."
"You heard, I’m Janet." Ms Dupree extended her hand and we shook lightly.
"How are the plans going for the big wedding?" Mrs. Bodine asked.
"We’ve not finalized anything, Johanna." I answered. The first interruption to our conversation began with guests saying good might and thanking Mrs. Buford for a wonderful party. Those would continue until past ten o’clock when only the overnight guests remained. I stood and curtsey to all as they departed and bid them, "Thank you for coming. Good night."
"Want to hear my suggestion, Karen?"
"Please, Amanda?"
"I thought we’d get one of those big tents and have the ceremony and reception here."
"We’ll not need a very big one," I smiled. "There’ll just Sandi’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. Wallace and about a dozen of Sandi’s friends."
"What about your family and friends, Karen?" Ms Dupree questioned.
"My family disowned me when I joined a rock band as a singer, Janet. As to my former, so called, friends, I disowned them when I elevated myself far above them and accepted Amanda’s offer to be her maid.
"As her maid, I don’t have much of a social life; a fact I do not regret at all, so do not feel sorry for me. I’m at peace with myself and very happy with my situation."
"Still, you’ll need someone to give you away and a maid of honor." Johanna acted like the concerned aunt I thought of her as.
"I’ve asked Amanda to walk me down the aisle and I’m considering asking Mrs. Wallace to be my matron of honor.
"It’s not going to be a very big wedding," I restated.
*****
Miss Dupree, I learned that she hated to be addressed as ‘Ms’ as much as I did, joined me in the kitchen shortly after I’d come downstairs Sunday morning.
We exchanged greetings.
"Mandy said if I asked you nicely, you might loan me an apron, please?"
"I’ve fresh ones upstairs, ma’am." She held my wrist to stop me from leaving.
"Girl-in-girl-mode with me, at all times we are in private; Mandy said it was OK with her.
"Tell me where they are and I’ll get it."
She returned tying on my apron over her white one piece shorts and top that zipped up the back.
"What were you going to make for breakfast, Karen?"
"Pancakes, sausages, bacon and eggs to order, toast and English muffins too."
"OK, I can do all that. How about I cook and you serve? Where’s the pancake mix?"
"The flour is in the big canister, sugar is next to it there and eggs, butter and milk are in the refrigerator." I took the baking powder and nutmeg from the cabinet and set them on the counter.
"Oaky-doaky, please show me how to make pancakes, Karen? I heard lots of comments about how good a cook and maid you are yesterday. Not that I didn’t believe those, but even though I consider myself a good cook too, I always made pancakes from a box and my mother did too."
"You are welcome to help me, Janet."
We were engaged setting the table and giggling about some of the antics that we both observed the previous day when Mrs. Buford came into the dining room.
"Good morning!" she greeted in a cheery manner with a big smile. When they embraced for an intimate kiss, I returned my attention to the place setting.
"Tell me what you two were giggling about like giddy schoolgirls, Janet?"
"You’ll be angry with Karen and especially with me for ordering her to do it, Mandy. Please don’t be mad and don’t take it out on her?"
"Karen is in girl mode..."
"Girl-in-maid-mode, Karen!" Mrs. Buford snapped. I curtseyed and continued with the table.
"I ordered her, even after she told me she was specifically forbidden to talk about your guests and anything that occurs here."
"I see. Go on, Janet."
"I ordered her to chat with me about all the silly things we saw yesterday, Mandy."
"I see. I’ve made it clear to my maid that she is to be like the three Chinese monkeys, she sees, hears and says nothing about my guests and what occurs here.
"Janet, I would like it if you do not cause her to disobey my orders again, please?"
"Yes, Mandy. Please do not take it out on Karen. She made it clear that she wasn’t permitted to do that."
"Karen, coffee please?"
True to her word, Janet knew how to cook. I took orders for the breakfasts like a waitress and served and she kept busy at the stove.
She sat with her meal only once everyone else had been served.
"If there are no objections, I’d like my maid to put on her bathing suit and join us outside for some sun and fun in the pool too?" Mrs. Buford asked.
"Here, here, Mandy," Johanna was definitely on my side.
"I’ll second that," Janet added. "She worked her cute butt off yesterday."
"Do we have any objections?" Mrs. Bodine looked about.
"I’m in favor." "Me too." "She deserves a break."
Mrs. Bodine rapped her spoon on her coffee cup. "Motion is unanimously passed.
"Karen, honey, after we do the dishes and other chores, you are to put on your bathing suit and join our party today." I began to question if Miss Dupree was Mrs. Buford’s new lover or undergoing a qualification exam for my job.
When everyone had finished, she helped me clear the table. "Take care of the linens, honey. I’ll load the dishwasher."
I giggled, "Miss Dupree, look around, I am the dishwasher." She did look then grinned at me. "Mrs. Buford doesn’t want her china and crystal chipped by some machine."
"Take care of the table cloth and napkins while I get started. You dry as you know where everything goes."
Dressed in her bikini and cover-up, Mrs. Buford was drinking coffee at the table and talking with Janet, who was washing the dishes, when I came in after placing the table linens in the washer.
"Don’t worry that Janet wants your job, Karen. It’s not available anyway. She just wants to help and give you some time to relax."
"Thank you, ma’am. I admit I questioned things."
"I expected that you might, that’s why I just told you.
"Listen up, Janet. Just so long as there are no more telling tales out of school, like earlier this morning, I’ve no problem with the two of you working together today and tomorrow.
"I’m holding you responsible that the work is done properly, Karen."
While I dried and put things away, Janet told me she was thirty-six and worked with investments; I didn’t question her position. She held an MBA and had paid her own way through college and post graduate school working as a cocktail waitress. Her distaste for men pawing her and constantly trying to put the make on her had caused her to be turned off to them.
"Have you got a uniform that might fit me, Karen? I’d like to borrow one if you do," she asked once the kitchen was clean.
"One of my old ones might. Put that apron in the laundry while I go get it for you."
Not the least bit shy, she undressed and let me help her change in the laundry. She fit one of my first day uniforms fine, except that it was a bit tight over her breasts.
"I’ll do Mrs. Buford’s room and the guest rooms on the right side of the hallway; you may do those on the left. Make the beds and be sure the sheets and covers are neat and tight. Clean the bathrooms; no dirt or water spots anywhere. The linen closet is here. Put the bath linens in the hamper and replace all of them with fresh. I expect the rooms to look like the bedrooms in a luxury hotel when I inspect them, stated.
She grinned and curtseyed. Janet was about as opposite to Kat as could be.
We were finished with my normal chores by twenty to ten and she had done a good job with her assignments.
"Hi, Sandi." She was busy cleaning our apartment when I went up to change into my bathing suit. We exchanged kisses.
"What a weekend! I’ve seldom seen us that busy, love. Lot’s of tips though and that’s good.
"How’s things with you?"
"Busy, busy too. Remind me to never invite seventy people for a party until we hire a maid." We laughed at my joke.
"Until we can afford one, you’re it. You are welcome to this cleaning stuff too; I’ll stick to serving tables." Sandi made another joke about her cleaning tasks. As much as she did so, she still did her share of taking care of our home and her comments were never serious complaints, but if I were off duty, she readily left them up to me.
"Give me a hand with my corset and getting into my bathing suit, please?" One task she never seemed to tire of, even when she was tired was helping lace my corsets. She had told me from the start that seeing me in one turned her on and she was the reason I’d become serious about wearing them full-time. Sandi got up to unlace me each morning and tighten a fresh one about my torso before going back to bed if I had to be on duty. By that Memorial Day, I was laced daily to twenty-one inches.
While I’d come to like the embrace of a good corset, the taping of my breasts to create real cleavage wasn’t so pleasurable.
"These are starting to show nicely; I’m going to have to get you a training bra," she teased. Sandi lightly pinched both my aureoles then helped me into my white batching suit. I pressed my forms to my chest after having prepared them with tape then arranged my suit over them."
"Do I look OK, Sandi?" I questioned.
"No," she scowled. She pulled the tie behind my neck loose and pulled the top of my suit down. "You look like an uninteresting virgin." I watched her stick false aureole and nipple forms on my false breasts. The nipples bore a stainless steel ring through each. She pulled the suit up and helped me get it right.
"I know they’re false, but when the time comes, if you want me to wear rings there, Sandi..." She kissed my open mouth.
"Don’t fret, love, they will be." Sandi continued to help me get ready with my wrap skirt, jacket and white cartwheel then packed a ‘beach’ bag for me while I redid my makeup bolder with red lipstick. All of my extra hair fit up inside the crown of my hat.
When I clicked onto the flagstones wearing my high-heeled plastic slides and Sandi’s dark sunglasses a little after eleven, the overnight guests didn’t recognize me, not even Janet who approached me.
"Hello," she greeted me. "Janet Dupree."
"Ullo dahlin’, Kay Thomas. Smoochies!" I brushed her cheek with mine. I couldn’t contain my ploy.
"It’s me, Karen," I whispered in her ear and giggled.
"Kay!" Janet kissed my lips. "I didn’t recognize you! You look great!" she exclaimed.
"Good morning, everyone! It’s just me, Karen, the maid!" I removed Sandi’s sunglasses and my hat, briefly, to shake out my hair, then put it back on.
"Karen, at my request and with Mandy’s permission, will be off duty today. If you desire anything, it’s self-serve, otherwise, ask me first, please?" Janet offered.
*****
Before the end of June, Janet had moved in. Though she no longer did my chores with me, she became more of the big sister I’d never had, as well as, an advisor. Her interaction with me was limited to polite requests and physically, I was given an occasional hug, kiss on the cheek, but little else. If she knew I was a T girl, Janet never let on that she did.
She also loved to cook, but always asked my permission before doing anything in what I’d come to think of as my kitchen.
Because she was a neat person with good habits and slept in Mrs. Buford’s bed, having an extra person to serve didn’t double my work load. I had more clothing to launder, iron and put away and that was about all. I still took things to the dry cleaners and picked them up, but it was a matter of only carrying a few more hangers.
Unlike Mrs. Buford, Monday through Friday, Miss Dupree left the house to drive to work at seven fifty each morning and returned about five twenty in the evening.
She had been living there about five weeks when I had served them supper out on the patio one night and they started to talk about me.
"Mandy there’s something I’d like from Karen."
"Just ask her then." Mrs. Buford said.
"No, I think I need to discuss it with you first."
"OK Go on."
"I’d like to use her as more of a lady’s maid."
"Get to the point, Janet." I saw Mrs. Buford look at me. She knew I could hear perfectly well and her rule about that was steadfast. She smiled, but I didn’t return it and stood still. "Exactly what is it that you would like our maid to do for you?" That was the first time I’d heard that I was now ‘their’ maid and not just Mrs. Buford’s maid; not that anything had changed.
"I’d like it if she helped me dress and change my clothes, assist with my hair and makeup and polish my nails. An occasional massage would be nice too.
"My last two lovers were kicked out on their asses because their thoughts of what they desired of my maid were of ... an intimate nature. I can be a very jealous woman, Janet. So long as your activities with the maid never cause me to even suspect that more than using her service is all that is ever between you, I’ve no objection."
"Thank ..."
"Wait please? I’m not finished. Karen currently works over sixty hours a week. That is more than enough. Other than standing around waiting to serve us, as she is now, and I’m not going to change that part of her job, because I’ve come to appreciate it very much, she is not to be idle. Her chores keep her busy throughout the day.
"You are asking to add additional work to her already full schedule. Tell me how you propose that she is going to fit that work in without adding still more hours to her work week?"
"I haven’t given it thought, but I will," was Janet’s response.
*****
Sandi and I became serious about our wedding and, with Mrs. Buford’s concurrence; we set the date for Saturday, September 30th at four o’clock.
When Mrs. Buford had measured me for new corsets at the beginning of July, they were an inch smaller in the waist and slightly smaller in the chest, because my worn ones were within less than an inch of being fully closed. I also ordered my bridal corset at the same time.
Of white satin, I ordered it two inches smaller in the waist and the reduction over my ribs was and tapered up from there. Wasp Creations® did not offer straight-front, or S-curve corsets, which Mrs. Buford’s wedding gown required, so I had to order from England instead.
I had requested some time off one Saturday to have her gown altered to fit me. Janet pitched in to help me complete my chores and volunteered to take my evening chores too. Mrs. Buford didn’t object.
Janet and I had become quite friendly and she never came even close to crossing the boundary that separated mistress and maid or violating the trust that Mrs. Buford had placed in both of us.
"Take off your bra; I’ve got to tape you to create cleavage." If Janet didn’t know about my lack of real breasts previously she had learned by then. Before starting to apply the adhesive tape, Mrs. Buford examined my budding aureoles and slightly swelling flesh surrounding them. I couldn’t help, but to react to the sensations her fingers created though she wasn’t really fondling me.
"A bit sensitive here, Karen?" she chuckled.
"That’s an understatement."
"How small of a waist do you want, Karen?" Janet asked once she’d worked the slack out of my laces. If she knew by then that I wasn’t a GG, she never given any indication; not even when I’d removed my day uniform and she’d had seen what had filled my bra.
"See if you can close it from top to bottom, please?"
"That’s a lot, Karen."
"I know, Amanda, but it will only be for a few hours today and, hopefully, less than twenty-fours when I get married."
"Do you sleep in your corsets, Karen?" Janet seemed surprised and questioned.
"Yes. I do it for Sandi and it’s the proper way to train my body to have an even smaller waist," I answered. "I’ve set a personal goal of eighteen inches over my corset.
"Still that’s a lot. Put your hands up here." I placed them high on the post of her canopy bed.
"Are you going to tie them there, Amanda?" I asked the obvious with a smile.
"Yes. Janet is going to have to pull very hard on the laces and this will keep you from moving back much.
"Place your wrists higher and your wrists on either side." Mrs. Buford tied them securely with wide red ribbon.
"Proceed, Janet." Gradually over the course of forty minutes my torso shrank until the gap had been closed and the laces were tied off. My chest protested the most!
Janet faced me and stared at my chest for a moment. She forced her fingers down into the top edge and started to work the flesh upwards; the new corset was an over-bust style with cups to accommodate my growing bosom. I was writhing and moaning softly before she finished.
"Next time let me tape you and remind me to put your forms in before I work your breasts upwards as I tighten. I think I can make them look even bigger.
"Untie her, Mandy, so she can take a look."
I crossed to the cheval mirror. "Oh wow! You’ve come a long way, baby!" I posed for a few minutes then turned to them and curtseyed.
"Thank you."
"You’re welcome. Sit over here and I’ll do your stockings and boots, Karen," Janet offered. I perched on the edge of the bench before their makeup vanity. My bridal corset has twelve fixed garter straps that really didn’t offer the option of wearing pantyhose.
She worked the coffee tone pair of stockings up my legs then straightened their seams before adjusting the garters. On my wedding day, I’d wear white. Mrs. Buford had decided that I should be wearing stockings and, in keeping with the vintage-like style she thought would look good on me, that they’d have seams too.
I’d bought a pair of white, front-lace knee boots for the wedding, with rounded toes to make my feet look smaller and needle-thin heels, seven-inches high to make me appear taller. I needed to wear them for the fitting, just as I needed to wear my corset.
Mrs. Buford drove and Janet sat in back with me.
"You don’t look very comfortable, Karen," Janet observed.
"This corset, as tightly laced as you did it, will take some getting used to; mostly my ribs."
"Remember you asked me too."
"I know and I also asked for it to be made this tight too. I’m not complaining, but only responding to your comment, Janet."
"Karen, no one said you must wear it that tight."
"True, Amanda, I want to do it so I look my best for Sandi at the wedding. I can always loosen it after; when we sit for the party."
"Well, you are going to have a little problem doing that. When I married Frank, I wanted to look my best too, but not with the figure you have today. You’ll not be able to pull down the zipper and easily change either. Someone is going to have to help you out of my gown."
"Does it fasten with buttons or hooks and eyes, Mandy?"
"Guess again, Janet."
I chucked, "It probably laces up just like this corset."
"Wrong again; just like I was, you are going to be sewn into it, Karen." Janet laughed and I quietly pondered what she’d just stated. "It took two of the girls more than an hour to do it and Frank needed even more time; as I kept warning him that he damn well better not ruin the fabric." She laughed.
"He had a bit too much and, by the time he finished, Frank was ready for bed and fell asleep before he could perform."
We’d gone to the same shop where Mrs. Buford’s dress had been made and she greeted the young Hispanic woman like an old friend complete with cheek kisses. Maria remembered her too.
"Is your mother here, Maria?"
"No, the shop is mine, Amanda. Momma retired ten years ago and returned to Mexico.
"How may I help you?"
"Maria, this is my very dear friend, Janet Dupree."
"Janet, Maria Sanchez."
"Maria giggled, "It’s Wasser now, Amanda."
"Please forgive me?"
"Karen, Mrs. Wasser."
"Maria, this is our maid, Karen Thomas.
"Karen is getting married and I am permitting her to wear the gown you and your mother made for my wedding. We’ve come today so you can measure her then alter it to fit her."
"You are a very lucky girl, Karen. Have you seen your mistress’ wedding gown?"
"No, only photographs of it, Mrs. Wasser." Janet had required three trips to carry all of the wedding dress and accessories in from the car.
Mrs. Wasser and her a assistant, a cute teen named Judy went right to work once I’d undressed in the fitting room to my corset, stockings and boots. Just measuring me took almost a half hour before they put on the massive petticoats. Oddly, like my corset, they hung nearly straight in front, but the lack of material there was more than compensated for on the sides and much more so in back.
"This is so that your gown will not tangle your husband’s legs when he kisses his pretty new bride and dances with her," Mrs. Wasser stated. I questioned how I could possibly sit with all the fabric in back and no place to move it too.
When I put on the taffeta dress itself, I couldn’t believe how heavy it was. A bit more of Mrs. Buford’s kink was revealed when they snugged the very high collar about my neck to mark it with chalk in order to tighten it.
"Just like Amanda, you will hold your head high with pride, on your wedding day, Karen," Mrs. Wasser joked.
"I don’t think I’ll have much of a choice," I grinned. The collar was heavily boned to form a posture collar.
"True."
"Maria, I want the bodice cut out like this." Mrs. Buford used their chalk to drawn a rounded triangle with its apex centered below the collar and the base just above the top of my corset. She then knelt in front to draw and instruct them to cut away part of the skirt starting at the middle of my thighs.
"Edge there with ruffles and fashion a nice bow at the top." I couldn’t see or picture what was described.
"Amanda..." I was about to question.
"Quiet, Karen, Mandy knows what’s best for you," Miss Dupree, smiled, but it was clearly an order.
Even though I couldn’t eat much, we’d a nice diner before going back home and I was dismissed for the night after Miss Dupree unlaced my corset and re-laced another of the new ones on me.
It was the first time I’d seen one. These too were fitted with non detachable garters. Mrs. Buford gave me two dozen pairs of stockings and instructed me to wear the white ones with day uniforms and the black for evening.
*****
Miss Dupree had changed her work schedule such that she was working the same hours per day, but only four days per week. They switched my Monday hours to Tuesday resulting in five and a half less hours for me and two and a half days off instead of one and a half. Though she simply told me my new schedule instead of asking or discussing it, I really couldn’t object. I’d ask Sandi to switch her schedule too.
I got along fine with Miss Dupree and we became quite friendly. Frequently, I’d been invited to take a break from my chores and sit with her. She did so after telling me my new hours.
"Remember when I said I wanted you to serve as more of a lady’s maid with me, Karen?"
"Yes, Janet." I’d been put in girl-mode.
"And Mandy stated that if I could think of a way to accomplish all of the work without increasing your hours, I could use you that way?"
"Yes."
"The new schedule I just told you will mean six hours less during your duty week.
"I’m making our bed three days a week and cooking about a third of the meals. During those, all you have to do is set the table, serve and do the clean up. You are doing less work and on duty less hours now. I would like some sort of payback, please?
"Karen, I’m asking you for this and not ordering you to though I’m fully aware that if I didn’t arrange for the new schedule, it is my privilege to do so."
"I’m OK with it. May I ask..."
"Wait until I finish, please? I may answer your question.
"It’s obvious you would like to spend more time with Cassandra and not working here as much as you do. Should the two of you want to do something together, just ask me as much in advance as you can and we’ll discuss it, OK?"
*****
There was no pool party for Labor Day. I was informed that Mrs. Buford and Miss Dupree would be leaving Saturday morning and not return until Monday, probably very late. As had become their custom ever since Miss Dupree had moved into the house, I was told their plans beyond departure and expected arrival times. This applied to nearly anytime they went out, be it for a few hours shopping, the evening or overnight stays. I had asked once.
"Karen, our activities are not things that have any effect on the performance of your job, no more than our diner conversations are. We always make a point to tell you anything that is," Janet said gently.
"You have both our cell phone numbers and should a need arise for you to communicate, you have the means to do so. Should we not answer, consider that both Mandy and I politely shut our phones off in restaurants, theaters, when we are guests in other’s homes and, as required, on airplanes. We will return your calls when we have the opportunity."
"Thank you, Miss." I curtseyed and Mrs. Buford kissed the tip of my nose with a smile.
Just because they were away, did not excuse me from work unless I was told so specifically. I used their all day and overnight excursions to do intensive cleaning, like washing windows and waxing floors. They also expected that I would do so in proper uniform.
Since Monday, Labor Day was my normal day off; I was not expected to work. Sandi and I planned our own pool party, with permission, and it would be an opportunity to meet some of her friends for the first time.
Unbeknownst to me, the party was actually a bridal shower that Cindy and Sandi’s mom had conspired to put together. Had I known, I might have chosen to not wear my black latex bathing suit.
Cindy and Mrs. Martin were the first to arrive just past noon and helped us set up. By two thirty our party was well underway. The surprise, to me only, was the arrival of Mrs. Buford and Miss Dupree carrying gift wrapped boxes and both saying, ‘Surprise, Karen!’
Everyone started to call, ‘Surprise’ to me and gift boxes started to be piled on one of the tables as Sandi guided me to a chair. I’ll admit, my brain wasn’t in gear and I couldn’t think what the occasion was and why they were giving me presents.
"Miss Dupree, what’s going on?" I quietly questioned her, as she was closest.
With a giggle, and grin she said, "You are getting married in four weeks, silly. Haven’t you ever heard of a bridal shower?"
"Oh." Was all I managed to say.
"Where do I start?"
Susie, a cute Asian friend of Sandi’s, but for Mrs. Buford, Miss Dupree and Sandi’s family, all the party guests were Sandi’s friends, handed me a box. "You start by opening the card, Karen."
I slipped it from under the silver ribbon. Since first having long acrylic nails and getting past the initial clumsiness they caused by forcing me to learn new ways to use my fingers, I’d also acquired new habits and unconsciously had learned to also use them as tools. It had become a habit to use my right pinky nail like a knife to slit open mail and packaging with a swiping motion.
"Dear Karen, May you and Sandra have a long and very happy life of bliss together, Love, Susie and Tim," I read the handwriting beneath the printed greeting aloud.
I opened the box to find a black and white lingerie set. It was one of those tacky maid uniforms, barely nothing, sheer sleepwear things with ruffled panty and tiny attached white apron. I got into the gag nature and intentions of such a gift by fixing the headpiece in place and slipping on the top.
When I stood and did a pirouette, I said, "This will be perfect for cleaning our apartment while Sandi is surfing on her computer."
"I don’t think you’ll get much cleaning done or Sandi will be surfing much if you do," one of the guys joked.
The next gift was a large feather duster with a bundle of hot pink and white feathers a foot long and at least that much in diameter. "Thank you Judy. This should make my chores easier." I dusted the gifts on the table.
"Ooooooooh..." From the very large box that Mr. and Mrs. Martin had given me I lifted a very elaborate, black taffeta maid’s uniform in a French style with all the accessories. Sandi later confirmed that the theme of my shower was, ‘Karen is a maid!’ The invitations had borne the explanatory instructions that asked the guests to try to please make all gifts reflect that fact.
Another of Sandi friends gave me another French maid uniform in black PVC. Though not even similar to the first, I received two more lingerie type uniforms.
"Gosh, looks like I going to be on duty 24/7," I quipped.
"It’s your job as a wife to always satisfy your mistress, Karen," another guy stated.
I changed my top for another lingerie one, modeled and, before I finished, made sure to change it again.
Cindy’s gift left little doubt in my mind that she was a kink. Her box was labeled, ‘Maid Control Set’ I opened it to reveal a set of well-made black leather cuffs for my wrists and ankles, a polished steel collar similar to Kat’s, a dozen padlocks, but no keys for them, several lengths of chain and large coil of ropes. Also included were two gags, a ring type and a ball plus a padded blindfold.
Someone handed me a glass of wine. As I sipped, the blindfold pressed my eyes and hands grabbed my wrists. I can only state for a fact that neither Sandi nor her sister started it. The glass was taken from me as I felt the cuffs being wrapped about my limbs and heard the click of locks.
"Hey girls, come on?" My protest was half-hearted and wasn’t really an objection. My stirring in the tight rubber crotch of my bathing suit would belie that I wasn’t enjoying the attention and what they were doing to me.
They pulled my braided ponytail and the snug collar was locked in place.
"Here’s you wine, maid," a female placed it between my closely secured hands.
"Thank you."
"I’m not really sure I should thank you for these lovely gifts, Cindy," I smiled. "Mrs. Buford and Miss Dupree might object to the degradation of my on the job performance."
It was Janet who joked, "I’m sure that’s why Cindy included the chains so we can still use you around the house. They seem long enough so you’ll be able get your work done, Karen. If not, I know of a store selling equestrian apparel and I’m confident that I’ll find something to motivate you there."
"If not, I know some sites on the Web offering quality motivation devices, Janet," a guy stated.
"Just as I placed my empty glass on the table, my hair was yanked hard enough to hurt."
"Ou..." The large black rubber ball was shoved between my teeth then the strap buckled tightly behind.
I could feel that it was men who grabbed my legs and arms to lift me from the chair. Actually struggling to break free would have been pointless, they gripped me tightly and were far too strong for me to overpower them. I struggled and writhed just for the show as they were all laughing and giggling.
The guests took up the count as the guys swung my body between them. "One! ...Two! Three!" I was launched to land in the pool with a huge splash.
The girls were in the water, to quickly pull me to the surface and they towed me by my hair to the edge were the men lifted me out. A female dried me off and I was sat in a chair.
The gag came out first and the locks were opened between my wrists and ankles. "Leave the cuffs on me, please?" I requested with a smile. I took off the blindfold and placed it on the table.
"Hey, thanks guys! Wearing black latex in the sun gets hot quick and I needed to cool off." Everyone laughed with me.
"Where are my shoes? I’m sure my makeup is a mess." I intended to go inside to repair my eyes.
"You’re makeup is just fine," Mrs. Buford stated. Marie slipped my feet into my slides and Sandi gave me a full glass of wine then bent forward to kiss me.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"Open the rest of your gifts," Miss Dupree handed me a present. It was a pink day uniform, just a little fancier then my others. "You’ve still got chores and there will be no end to them, just because you are getting married, girl." Mrs. Buford gave me a new uniform for evening.
"Karen, this is from the both of us." Together my employers offered an envelope. The card inside had just one word written on it, ‘Honeymoon’. I turned it to find the reverse blank. Bewildered I could only stare at them in question.
"We’ll explain to you and Cassandra later, Karen," Mrs. Buford said. Sandi took the card and read it.
"What is it?" a guest questioned. Sandi answered.
"It says, ‘Honeymoon’." Cindy started to applaud.
*****
The tent had gone up Thursday and the chairs for the brief service along with the ‘altar’ were set on the lawn. Things for it were set up on a portion that would be shaded by the large oaks and maples flanking that portion at four o’clock. Everything could be moved under the tent if the weather had turned bad, but the tent was largely set for the catered reception.
I had changed my initial thought and asked Miss Dupree, rather than Cindy, to be my Maid of Honor. We had become very close. Mrs. Buford took on all of the preparation, but I’m sure that Miss Dupree had her hands in it too.
Saturday morning, both Sandi and I had been invited to have breakfast with my employers and I was ordered to be strictly in girl-in-girl-mode starting that morning until further notice when I’d been dismissed the previous Friday evening. Specifically, I was ordered not to do any of my chores.
Right after we’d finished eating Janet took me to my beauty salon for the works: hair, nails, waxing, and makeup. She had the same done, but did not my braids in her hair. Her hair was done up with nice large curls and artificial flowers on top. Mine was re-braided with white ribbons in each plait along with the extra hair to maintain the additional volume. Above each of the end tassels they fashioned a bow with a real, white, baby rose. For the day, my single long plait was dyed hot pink.
My nails were filled then polished a pearlesent white with tiny pink rose decals on top. There was nothing subtle about my eye makeup after they’d waxed and plucked my brows to nothing but very thin lines with the long false lashes on top and lots of permanent lashes placed on my lower lids. The color of my lips matched my nail polish and they were sealed with a high gloss after being outlined with pale pink.
The photographer and her assistant were at the house when we arrived back there and Mrs. Wasser drove up with two assistants and our gowns as we exited Janet’s car.
I was too nervous and excited to eat anything, but did accept a glass of wine from Mrs. Bodine before we went up to Mrs. Buford’s bedroom.
"You look gorgeous, Karen," she complimented.
"Don’t worry, I have everything under control outside and warned the weatherman he damned well better not let it rain or he’ll answer to me!" Johanna told me.
Elise, the photographer, accompanied us to the bedroom followed by my dressmaker and her girls.
"Get undressed Karen." I stared at Janet in disbelief.
"Oh don’t play shy, so they’ll see you’re a late bloomer; no big deal. Now be a good girl and get undressed. Time’s a wasting." Never before had I been aware of blushing, but I actually felt my face grow warmer. Elise started to do her job.
I made no effort to stop Janet from unbuttoning my bright yellow blouse then slipping it off me. She didn’t stop until all I wore before the small audience was my tiny, tight, white latex thong. I was more than embarrassed, but accepted my fate. Thankfully, no one made any comments or, worse, snickered at my condition.
"There is a bridal tradition that dates back to who knows when. It is a saying that as a bride you should wear, ‘Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue and a penny in your shoe’. Janet said. I stood blushing because of my near nakedness.
"My brief research of this says that there is a lot of old superstitious surrounding what all of that was intended to mean. Karen, no one consulted with me on this. For something old, I’m going to use her old tits, to create new ones, but they’ve just started to grow." She pinched my right nipple and I flinched. "Something new happening here!" she giggled.
Hmm... Something borrowed?" Janet examined me - toes to head. "I have it!" she exclaimed. I watched her reach under her denim mini then step out of her tiny, sheer white bikini panty. I put it on.
"Seems we’ve resolved that," Janet quipped.
"What’s next? Ah yes! Something blue." She fastened a blue ribbon bow to my long pink plait.
"Now, the penny in her shoe. That referred to an old English penny, not our one cent piece." She held up a large copper coin. "Back when a top notch maid was very lucky to be paid seven pounds sterling a year, a penny was big bucks to her. This one was minted in 1885." Janet dropped the coin in my right boot.
"Now, let’s see if we can get you new boobs, Karen." I moved to face Janet.
She taped my forms to my chest during the course creating cleavage and the impression of real breasts.
Mrs. Wasser took over to supervise her shop assistants with putting on my bridal corset as Janet motioned my hands to the ribbon still tied to the bedpost. They were tightly tied, just like they’d been the first time for the final fitting. My mind caused my small member to again wish that the rubber thong would let it react. It was strange to like being secured in a helpless fashion by attractive women.
It was the shop assistants who placed my bridal corset about me and began to lace it until its gap was no longer. As they did, Janet worked the flesh on my upper chest upwards and together to create cleavage and what appeared to be a nice pair of breasts trying to break free of the confining garment.
White lace stockings were smoothed up my legs and the girls fastened and adjusted the twelve garter straps. I was very aware of those before they’d finished. Again, my body and mind reacted to what was being done to me. The white knee boots were placed on my feet the laced snugly by Mrs. Wasser’s girls.
Janet untied the ribbons entrapping my wrists and turned me over to the girls. Elise had me model for her camera and many pictures were taken before she allowed the two to resume their task.
The white lace gloves had fingers which ended at my knuckles so my pretty nails weren’t hidden. Their lace pattern was similar to the stockings sheathing my legs. These reached to my upper arms. I placed my pretty diamond engagement ring over the lace covering my finger.
They helped me into the voluminous white crinoline and net petticoats and I noticed that I wasn’t the only one who had Elise’s attention; Miss Dupree was being dressed by Mrs. Wasser in her gown.
"I’d like another glass of wine, please?"
"Me too, please?" Janet requested. The photographer’s assistant, Julie, set down the video camera and went down to get them. Oddly, I remember that just the year before, I’d have asked for a beer. I had changed in so many different ways. Never, in my wildest dreams would I have imagined letting two girls place a heavy white wedding dress on me.
As they did, Janet applied liberal does of a very fragrant perfume with her fingers to my bosom then my hands, ears and hair. She grinned at me.
"You look absolutely gorgeous, Karen. You are going to be the prettiest bride ever."
"Thank you." I dipped a little curtsey. She looked very pretty in her dark green velvet and satin gown too.
Even though I was so tightly confined in my heavily constructed corset, I sensed that the shop assistants were sewing up the back of my gown very snuggly and they weren’t using a continuous series stitches, but knotted each one as they worked up my back. I questioned Mrs. Wasser about why they were doing.
"Ann and Barbara are knotting them so nothing becomes unraveled should one break, Karen. Only your mistress and one other client had their wedding gowns sewn on.
"Mrs. Buford was lucky, but the other woman wasn’t when her dress parted during a dance. I decided to never again permit that to occur."
It took them nearly an hour to reach the top of the high collar. Before that had happened, I could barely move my head and had been forced to hold me head high. They weren’t finished.
My sleeves had to be sewn shut from just below my elbows to my wrists too. Ann held the covering placket open and I watched Barbara use the curved needle to sew. She wasn’t using thread, but clear monofilament fishing line to create the stitches.
It was three thirty before they finished and Mrs. Wasser instructed Janet with the application of my veils. It was her job to lift them to reveal my face during the ceremony. The shop girls attached the long train while the thin layers of bridal net covered my face.
"Oops, I forgot your earrings," Janet raised the layers to place Mrs. Buford’s diamond pendants in my lobes with diamond studs in the holes above. Thankfully she had remembered to hang the diamond studded heart on its silver chain around my neck before I’d been sewn into the gown. It hung to touch my cleavage.
"Oh don’t you look absolutely…" Susie, Sandi’s friend, complimented as she brought our bouquets into the room. Mine was white roses and orchids. Mrs. Wasser instructed me how to hold them before my waist.
Janet went down with Elise first and Mrs. Wasser preceded me backwards while her assistants tended my train to descend the stairs. With each step, I grew more anxious. I so wanted everything to be just right.
I’d not seen Mrs. Buford since we’d left for my beauty salon. "Oh my God! You are the most beautiful bride imaginable!" She moved to my side. For the occasion, she was dressed in an off white linen dress suit that I’d brought back from the dry cleaners, just the day before, and white pumps. A white pill box hat and short mesh veil was on her head and I could tell that she too had been to the beauty salon that morning.
"I’m very nervous, Amanda."
"All brides are, Karen. Everything will be just fine; there’s nothing to worry about."
There had been no rehearsal as there is for most weddings. At least Mrs. Buford knew what to do.
The drapes were drawn before the French doors to the patio. "Janet you’ll go first..."
I heard the organ playing when I’d come downstairs. The butterflies in my stomach were fighting angrily against the unrelenting constriction of my corset. When the music changed, Mrs. Buford held the drape aside and sent her lover out. It seemed an eternity, but was probably less than a minute, before the familiar wedding march began.
For the first time, I sensed the drag heavy train, it seemed to demand that I didn’t want do what I was; it tugged me back with every step. My butterflies also protested. I questioned if other brides felt as I was with each hesitant step I took towards the altar.
Mrs. Buford lightly held my arm and guided me towards my chosen fate. The layers of veiling obscured my vision.
From those who filled each side of the aisle as I walked on the white carpet that covered the plywood under it ‘ooohed; and ‘ahed’. I heard their compliments like, ‘She’s gorgeous’, ‘Look at her figure’, as I slowly walked by. Many flashes from their cameras erupted around me.
Sandi had chosen to wear a grey morning suit with a grey top hat. Instead of pants, her shapely legs were displayed by a tight pin-striped mini skirt and black, low-heeled riding boots with tan cuffs contrasted to my extreme heels to further emphasize which of us was the more feminine and who ‘would wear the pants’ in our relationship.
Sam was immediately beside her in a black tuxedo and Cindy soon next to him. She too wore a tux only with a mini shirt and black pumps. They both wore black top hats.
Mrs. Buford squeezed my hand and left for her seat. Janet faced me and slowly lifted my veils.
"...Do you, Karen Amanda Thomas promise to love, honor and obey this woman Cassandra Edith Martin to be your lawfully bonded partner though illness and health, until death do you part?" Mr. Wilcox asked.
"I do." A bare whisper was all that I could manage.
I was shaking when Sandi paused with the wedding band just over my fingernail to say, "With this ring, I thee wed."
"...By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you woman and wife.
"You may kiss your bride." As Sandi embraced me and our lips met, I felt extremely happy; happier than any time before in my life. My butterflies went to sleep.
In the receiving line the women just touched their cheeks to mine. I didn’t even mind that a few of the men lightly kissed my lips. Most of our guests, men and women, lightly shook hands with Sandi. It pleased me that I was the pretty bride, even though Sandi was pretty too.
Elise posed us at the gazebo and in different settings in the expansive rear yard for almost an hour. Ann and Barbara were constantly present to arrange my train for the pictures. I wanted Mrs. Buford and Janet in my pictures just as Sandi wanted her parent’s and sister; Amanda and Janet were my ‘family’.
In college, I’d learned to dance, including ballroom dances, but it was a bit odd to do so in the female role and to be led through the steps as the female partner and wearing seven-inch heels. Perhaps my performance wasn’t as graceful as it should be, but I didn’t care; no one else seemed to either.
Mrs. Wasser instructed her assistants to remove my train after our first dance and I was thankful to be relived of that burden before we sat at the head table for our first sip of champagne as ‘woman and wife’. How very strange that expression seemed to me. While I might claim anatomical manhood, I certainly no longer thought that the word was applicable to me. I wasn’t a man; I was very happy to be a girl and Sandi’s wife though she was anything but a man either.
The filet mignon was delicious, but I could only eat a portion of it. The long, straight-front corset and mass of fabric under my cheeks made it very uncomfortable to sit. Though doing so was difficult, I managed to not allow my feelings to show and presented a happy countenance throughout the evening.
Everyone wanted a dance with the bride. Early in the evening, one of the guys had declared forcefully that there ‘would be no cutting in on dances with the bride’! Before the bouquet and garter toss my poor toes hurt as much as my corset did.
I was very happy that Janet was the one to catch my bouquet.
"Sandi, I’m dead exhausted," I said as I rested my head on her shoulder for the ‘last dance’.
"I’ll take you to bed after we say good-byes and thank all of our guests."
Our wedding reception was still going strong when we went up to our apartment.
"Why are you here, Janet?" Sandi seemed annoyed when she’d turned to discover the she’d followed us there.
"To cut your pretty wife out of her gown," Janet said matter of factly.
"Cut her out?"
"I’ve been sewn into this, Sandi. Please let Janet help me?" I kissed her. Sandi nodded when she saw the razor blade and watched her half undo my right arm.
"I’ll wait for you in the bedroom. Please leave your corset, gloves and boots on, Karen?
"Thank you, Janet. Good night."
I smiled at Janet when I was finally free of the encumbering gown and petticoats, "Thank you very much for everything." We kissed.
It was such a relief to finally climb under the covers and into Sandi’s waiting arms. She fully understood, as she was exhausted too, that we’d consummate our marriage at another time.
I fell asleep with her hugging me tightly to her.
The End Chapter XII
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