Amanda's Maid

by

Anne Marie Bauer

© August 2005

 

Part VIII

 

In the morning, Sandi removed the flowers from my hair then helped me undress. "Please do your makeup just as it was yesterday?" she requested. "You are very pretty that way, Karen."

A long hot bath was heavenly. Sandi laced me into my black corset then left me to do my makeup and dress in what she'd laid out on the bed and went to take her shower. I was pleased to see our bed had been made and the room tidied up with everything put away.

Before starting on my face, I put on the black stockings, straightened their seams and zipped up the black, high-heeled knee boots. My partner emerged as I was putting on the finishing touch of gloss to my lips.

"I've packed all the clothing you'll need for the honeymoon, love. You just need to pack your makeup, jewelry and anything else you think you might need."

"May I know now where we are going and what we'll be doing? You, Mrs. Buford and Janet have managed to keep your conspiracy a big secret long enough."

"Don't fret, Karen. Just be pleasantly surprised and enjoy yourself for the coming two weeks," she grinned.

"Two weeks?"

"Yup. There is nothing you need to worry about. I'll tell you this much; Amanda and Janet will be coming with us."

"A chaperoned honeymoon? Sandi!"

"Think of it as a double date. Trust me; we'll have plenty of privacy to do our own things." I was upset, but forced myself not to have our first fight just hours after we'd been married.

Janet cooked and served us breakfast and Amanda began to reveal the secret they'd kept from me. "We'll take my Lexus and Janet and I will share the driving so you two lovebirds can relax, enjoy the scenery and each other. It will be a few hours drive to Mystic."

"What's in Mystic?" I asked.

"A really nice seaport and maritime museum, old sailing ships and history. I understand it is much bigger then when I was there with my parents about twenty years ago, Karen." Janet answered.

Mrs. Buford continued, "Tomorrow we'll be in Newport and staying with friends of mine. I especially want you to tour the cottages," both Sandi and Janet laughed, but the joke was lost on me. "It should be interesting for you to see how your class lived a hundred plus years ago, Karen."

"My class, Amanda?"

"I'm teasing you, Karen. The cottages are anything but. They were the vacation homes of the very wealthy before the turn of the 20^th century and before World War One. Typically they had ten or more maids.

"I think you'll appreciate your job and how easy you have it a lot more once you see what maids had to do back then."

"Can't I just have a nice vacation honeymoon and not be reminded that my job makes me a second class citizen?" I was still upset from Sandi not only having agreed to my employers chaperoning our honeymoon, but keeping the planning from me. Teasing or not, I was a maid and very few thought my job was anything one should aspire to. Why was it necessary to start teasing me about it? I said nothing about my feelings.

"Karen I need your help with something, please?" Janet stood.

"Please excuse us, Mandy and Cassandra?" I followed her from the kitchen into the laundry room.

"Yes, Miss Dupree, how may I help you?"

"You can help me a lot by explaining why a very pretty newlywed bride is so upset this morning and looks like she is about ready to cry. Did you and Cassandra have a fight already?"

"No! I held it in." I paused to gain control.

"Miss Dupree, I like my job ... a lot! I don't complain about it; not even to Sandi. Why must it be a subject for amusement with Mrs. Buford and others?"

She was about to speak, but I did first. "Penny in my shoe, the saying goes. You said it yesterday; seven pounds a year. OK.

"At my shower, I was given seven uniforms. The ones you, Mrs. Buford and Mrs. Wallace gave me, I'd happily wear. The plastic one, I'd only wear if I was ordered to, and the others are suited only to the privacy of my bedroom and I don't like them."

"I know my job and believe that I do it well; if not, at least my two bosses have expressed no complaints. Why do you feel it necessary to constantly remind me of my second class status? I just stated I'm pleased with being a maid.

"Why the crap, Miss Dupree?"

"You were ordered to be girl-in-girl-mode."

I dropped a very formal curtsey. "Yes, Miss Dupree, ma'am. Thank you for reminding me of my orders, ma'am."

"Karen..."

"Miss Dupree, you asked for my help... Listen to me!

"I believe I should have had meaningful input into the planning of my own honeymoon. I provided that to Sandi. When I questioned why my desires had apparently been ignored and that all of what was coming to happen was kept secret from me: she told me to be pleasantly surprised. All knowledge of my honeymoon has been denied to me until this morning. Sandi said that my bags are packed; I've no clue with what, and that Mrs. Buford and Miss Dupree would accompany us. My words were as 'chaperones', she preferred to say we were going on a, 'double date'. Either way, it sucks that I've no input to any of his, Miss Dupree!

"Suppose that I do not want to go on a double date honeymoon with my employers?

"All you or Mrs. Buford need do is tell me to go girl-in-maid mode, and Karen, the maid, is required to do all that she is told, without question or complaint, smile and curtsey."

"We have handled this very poorly, I apologize Karen.

"Mandy and I are not your chaperones, I admit that 'double date' is applicable."

"You are my employers, all either of you, at any time, without even thinking can; no probably will, say something like, "Karen, get us another round of drinks, please', and I'm required to stop what I'm doing, curtsey and obey. 'Yes, Miss Dupree'."

"Touring the cottages of the wealthy in Newport should be really fun for the maid. 'Oh look, Karen, that was the washing machine girls like you used a hundred years ago. Hah ha ha. Aren't you glad that all you need to do at our home is fill it up, pour in the detergent and turn it on? You don't have to get on your knees, bend over the tub and washboard in your tight corset and wash my dirty panties by hand?'

"Yes, Mrs. Buford, ma'am. Thank you for providing a nice machine for my use." I curtseyed.

I felt drained. There was more I could have said, but saw no point.

"I'll be a good girl. Thank you for listening." I curtseyed to her and left the room.

"What time will be leaving, Amanda?" I asked with a smile as I started to clear the breakfast table.

"As soon as you've cleaned up, Karen."

"Mandy and Cassandra, we need to talk, please?" Janet stated. I did not want to hear any of it. Miss Dupree forcefully ordered them both to remain silent then asked them to leave the kitchen. At least I didn't have to hear it.

Once the kitchen was clean, I went to our apartment and opened my bags to see what Sandi had packed for me. The lingerie uniforms went in the waste basket, but I took them out and put them in the drawer. I picked three others. I removed the black uniforms and accessories that Mrs. Buford had given me at my shower; I suppose I'd be told it when we toured the cottages. In their place I substituted two nice dresses that I liked to wear and a full petticoat to go with one. There was nothing else objectionable.

Not that there was anything wrong with what I was wearing; I changed out of the yellow blouse and black leather skirt, folded those and placed them in my case. The fact that Sandi had essential dictated that I wear them that morning bothered me. The weekend before I'd bought a rib-knit white turtleneck and a mini with mating vest of black suede which were what I'd wanted to wear that day. A tightly cinched, black belt completed my outfit.

I was in the bathroom redoing my eyes after removing the false eyelashes and white lipstick when Sandi entered the bedroom.

"Karen, I'd like to apologize."

"Go ahead," I replied. I didn't sop applying eye shadow.

"Please Karen, I'm sorry."

"Accepted."

She sighed loudly. "What we did was very wrong and I'm sorry that everything I did hurt you. It was wrong to keep everything a surprise.

"Amanda and Janet are making other plans..."

"Go down and tell them not to; we'll be going wherever it is together!" She didn't move. I turned to face her. "Sandi, I'm serious! Go down now and tell them I'm doing whatever it is that's been planned as soon as I finish my makeup." Thankfully, she said nothing further and left the bedroom.

I carried my bags to the garage and placed them near the trunk of the Lexus.

When I entered the living room, I twirled about and smiled. "Come on, let's go. I'm ready."

Mrs. Buford gave me a tight hug, apologized and kissed the tip of my nose. Miss Dupree also hugged me and just pressed her cheek to mine before we broke.

*****

"Do you get seasick, Karen?"

"Not that I know of, but I've only been on a small boat a few times? Why, Amanda?"

"After we finish looking at the Newport cottages, I've arranged to charter a sailboat to take us to Maine and thought we all might enjoy cruising among the islands along the coast." My mind pictured the small sailboat a friend of my parents had when I was in grade school.

"Will be staying at different motels each night?"

"No, well be living on the boat."

"It's going to kind of crowded." I'd been on the boat while it was on its trailer after it had been brought to their home for the winter, but had never been invited to sail on it.

"No, I think you and Cassandra will be quite comfortable." I just dropped the subject; it wasn't worth getting upset over then.

*****

"Here we are," Amanda parked and shut off the ignition. I had just opened the door when Janet stopped me from getting out.

"Wait, Karen." She bent forward to retrieve something from the floor then turned in her seat to face me.

"Mandy and I bought you a wedding present.

"It just arrived on Saturday and I wanted to be sure the batteries were charged and set it up for you, so you could start using it right away." She handed me a rather heavy digital camera with a bow stuck to it.

"Enjoy!" they both said.

"Thank you very much, Amanda and Janet.

"Look, Sandi, my own camera." I lifted it to my eye and pressed the button I guessed was the shutter one to take a picture of her. Nothing happened.

"You've got to turn it on, love." She reached over and moved the switch. "Wait for the green light."

"Smile." That time the camera beeped and the flash triggered.

We followed Amanda and Janet to the entrance where Amanda paid for the tickets.

I somehow found the courage to ask, "What time should Sandi and I meet up with you, Amanda?" Her expression made it obvious that she never expected my question.

"I've Cassandra's cell phone number.

"You brought it didn't you?"

"Sure. I'll call you when we're ready, Amanda." Janet wrote down her number and handed it to Sandi.

"Have fun, girls," she smiled.

I took Sandi's hand and led her away.

"This is really a neat place," I commented after we'd been there a couple of hours and Sandi and I had taken loads of pictures with our cameras. She helpfully taught me how to use my present.

"Oh, what a lovely outfit. I want a picture of her." I started to hurry ahead.

"Hi, Miss." The girl about my age turned. "May I take your picture, please" She was dressed in a beautiful multi-toned brown, Victorian ensemble complete with a high necked white blouse, hat, gloves and parasol. It was obvious that the she too was corseted.

"I'm, Karen."

"I'm Amber. Sure you take can my picture and, since you're corseted too, you make take as many as you'd like."

I introduced Sandi and told her that we'd just gotten married.

I took as many different pictures as I could until the batteries died. Sandi took advantage of her offer too.

"May I buy you lunch, Amber?"

"Thanks, but I'd just had mine and must get back to work."

She told us that she worked in the gift shop and we exchanged email addresses.

"What sort of work do you do?" she asked.

"I'm a full time, live-in maid."

"Great! I suppose what attracted you to me was my dress. I sell my sewing on the side. If you fill out the form I'll email to you, I'll send you a quote. I've wanted to do a nice maid's uniform for a corseted girl to add to my portfolio and the Website for some time, so I'll do it for cost, Karen.

"It will be a sure seller. You'd be surprised how many of my customers are guys that love to play dress-up.

"Look, I'd love to chat with you and your woman, but really must get back to work.

"Bye." We watched her hurry off.

"I think you just made a friend, Karen," Sandi grinned at me then took my hand and we walked to the restaurant.

It was near six o'clock before Sandi called Amanda and we met them outside the gate.

"How was your day, girls?"

"Great, Amanda!" Sandi answered before I could.

"We'll go to the motel, check-in and freshen up before going out to dinner, if that's OK?"

"Sounds good to me, Amanda," I answered.

*****

I'd like your permission to put these on you tonight and do what we were both too tired to do last night, Karen." Sandi was holding one of the cuffs from the set that Cindy had given me at the bridal shower; the rest lay on the bed in the suite.

"If you'd like." What the heck? If Sandi was as kinky as her sister and this stuff turned her on, I was at least willing to give it a try. When I'd worn them the first time, I'd became aroused, just as I was when my employers had tied my wrists to the bedpost in order to lace my bridal corset closed. It was sexual foreplay and I was in the mood for that!

My woman buckled the cuff on my wrist when I offered it then locked it there. "You are specifically forbidden to ever touch the keys to these locks or tamper with your bondage, Karen," Sandi sounded stern.

"And if I do?" I grinned back. She smacked my naked cheek hard.

"Ouch!"

"Then you'll be punished," she grinned. I playfully stuck out my tongue in protest.

"Keep practicing that, you are going to need it tonight."

My bra and forms were removed and I was told to remove my rubber thong.

"What have we here? I didn't know that clits got stiff like yours." She used her nails to arouse me further.

"Get on the bed," she ordered. I watched her sort out four lengths of the braided white rope.

"You may put this in yourself. Do make sure it is tight." Sandi tossed me the rubber covered ring gag.

"And if I don't want too? You can't make me!" I stuck out my tongue again.

"That's it, keep practicing," she giggled.

I was bound, very tightly stretched, spread eagle on my back. She took pictures of me helplessly lying there.

Sandi's idea of foreplay that night was to squeeze part of her breast through the open circle of my gag. I was expected to use my tongue to arouse her.

"If I like what I feel then I'll suck one of yours for awhile, Karen."

Bound and gagged as I was, it was difficult to bring her climax with just my tongue once she'd sat on my face, but I managed.

My reward, after she'd subsided, was for her to mount my stiff rigid member and for her to ride me, for the very first time, until I climaxed too.

She cleaned herself than me before I was untied and the gag removed from my mouth.

*****

Amanda's friends' home in Newport Rhode Island was every bit equal to hers. We were greeted at the door by a uniformed Asian maid. I guessed her to be in her mid-forties.

She'd curtseyed and greeted Amanda, "Hello, Miss Mandy. It is so pleasant to have you as a guest again. Please come in?"

"Xai, this is my partner, Miss Janet, my friend Miss Cassandra and Cassandra's wife, Karen ... excuse me, Miss Karen."

"Pleased to meet you. I am Maid Xai." The petite maid curtseyed to each of us. Despite her age, I thought her very attractive.

"Please to follow me?"

In an expansive great room, our host and hostess both stood when we entered. They were at least twenty-five years older than Amanda. He had a rock-solid lean build with a flat-top cut of his graying hair. The woman retained much of her youthful beauty. Her resemblance to Amanda soon was explained.

"Mom, daddy, this is Janet Dupree, my lover." They were Amanda's parents, not just friends'! Janet exchanged greetings with them.

"This is Cassandra Martin and her new bride, Karen." They greeted us warmly.

"Mandy has told us so much about you, Karen," her mother said. "However, she didn't tell us that her maid was so pretty.

"Come sit with me." I did as she asked and sat down on the love seat next to her.

"I'm Tillie, Karen,

"Tell me, is our Mandy treating you well; not over working you?"

"You daughter couldn't treat me better, ma'am."

"Oh posh! I see she's trained you to lie as well as our Xai does, but in a much shorter time. Walter had to cane her many times before she learned her proper place here."

"Mother! Karen is a guest in your home. Please respect that?" Amanda ordered.

"Mandy is right, Tillie. Behave or you will find yourself locked in the dungeon."

"Yes, Walter."

The relationships in the household were difficult to follow. Mr. Buford obviously ruled and was king of the manor. His wife was very submissive and though their maid, Xai, served all very politely, it was obvious to me that she also held power over Amanda's mother too. To me, the fact that the behavior we witnessed was not the norm in the household was obvious. I just accepted their charade and played along. I believed that the threat we'd all heard was quite real.

Xai served us a nice lunch and I learned that they also had a live-in cook.

Amanda took us on a tour of the house. "This was my room growing up. Xai was both the maid and my governess. Don't let her good looks fool you, she's fifty-one. You girls will use this room while we visit." It was a gorgeously decorated one with a king-sized bed.

"My parent's room.

"Tell me, Karen, what have you figured out about my folks, so far?"

I laughed. "They are as kinky as Kat, or even kinkier, Amanda. I believe that there really is a dungeon in the basement."

"There is! Would you like to see it?"

"I do, Amanda," Sandi answered.

"Follow me." We were led to the kitchen. Amanda paused to introduce us to Carol, the cook, then down a stone stairway after she unlocked a door in the pantry.

"This is the 'punishment room'." I looked about at many things I'd no clear idea of what purposes they were used for; they looked ominous.

Amanda pointed to her name stenciled in yellow on the solid steel door. I knew that the number below it was her Social Security number. "This was my cell." She unlocked the door and pulled it open.

"Mostly, I was educated by tutors after grade school. When I was given bad grades, this is where I was placed." We entered an anteroom that faced a wall of bars. There was a steel cot, a stainless steel combination toilet, a desk and a stool beyond them.

"I spent over two years in there, total; over a year without ever being let out once after I rebelled in what equaled my sophomore year, before I started to apply myself."

We were motioned out and after locking the door, she opened the one with her mother's name painted on it. "Mom spent seven years here." The cell was half the size of Amanda's. It had an identical bed and the combination toilet. There were four heavy chains on the floor that were attached to the rear wall.

"Mom had an affair when I was around five years old. Daddy sentenced her to five years. It was never explained why I didn't see her until I was twelve. She's been locked in a chastity belt for almost thirty years. I've no idea if daddy opens it."

*****

"Karen, I'm not comfortable in this house or with Amanda's parents," Sandi said as we prepared to go to bed. "That whole dungeon thing is more than a bit much.

"Has Amanda ever given you any indication of what we saw this afternoon?"

"You didn't ask me that question, Sandi. You know I can't talk about anything in the house.

"I guess that there's no harm in my saying that in the year that I've been her maid, I've been through every drawer, cabinet and closet in the house, the attic and basement too. None of the doors are locked. There is no dungeon or any bondage stuff there, beyond what Cindy gave me... or you to use on me.

"When you put it on in the hotel, I enjoyed it. Thank you again.

"Please, just keep it private?

"I will. The dungeon thing gave the willies too.

"If you want me in my cuffs, it's OK, Sandi."

"I'll forego that pleasure while we are here."

*****

We spent two days touring the mansions that the filthy rich had called 'cottages'. I made it a point to visit the maids' quarters; mostly, I had to request that from the tour guide. One girl, Heather, told me she served in the house as a cleaning maid as well as a tour guide after I'd told her I was a maid.

She went on to tell us everything I never wanted to know about Victorian maids and ten times more. I admit, the girls had a very hard job back then.

*****

Janet pushed the cart on the dock shortly after the sun had risen. "Which boat is it, Amanda?" Sandi asked.

"You'll know when we get to her, Cassandra." I already knew that the two, identically clad girls in short skirted, denim uniforms and the third in a similar one were waiting for our arrival. The single masted sailboat in the berth seemed huge. They snapped to attention as we drew near.

"Mrs. Buford?" The one in white with a wheel cap saluted.

"Yes, you must be Captain Parmigani?"

"At your service, ma'am. Permit me to introduce Anna and Isa, my crew." The crew girls loaded our bags on the deck after we boarded the huge vessel.

"May I escort you below so that you may select your cabins? We'll be underway shortly after my girls store your belongings."

We followed our captain below deck and were shown the lounge, the galley, the toilet/shower, or as she called it, 'the head', and then two cabins amidships.

"This is the master cabin, ma'am."

It occupied the entire stern and seemed huge in comparison to the other cabins we'd been shown. Big bucks were evident everywhere.

"This will do nicely for my maid and her partner.

"Cassandra you and your wife will occupy this cabin." It seemed odd for me to be referred to in that way, but, upon thinking of it, it was just an extension or expansion of the way I was usually referred to: my maid and your wife; as if I were a possession.

What I'd previously imagined of a boat's tiny interior had already vanished. The vessel was opulent to the extreme! The bed was larger than king-sized where it was custom built in the stern quarters. There was also a private head with a shower in our assigned cabin.

"Please just try to conserve water, ladies?" Lisa, Captain Parmigani, requested. "We'll fill the tanks daily, but it is still in limited supply."

"Hi," the redhead greeted as she carried her bags into the cabin. "I'm Anna." She was in her late teens or twenties. "I've been assigned to you.

"Hello, Anna. My name is Cassandra Martin. This is my wife, Karen. First names, please?" Anna returned a warm smile.

"Karen, before we get under way, may I suggest you change your shoes to sneakers?" I was wearing three inch block heels at the time, with a denim mini and yellow turtleneck.

The girl knew her job and instructed us about the boat named, Bittern, as she unpacked our things and placed them in drawers beneath the bed.

"Bittern is cutter and sixty-seven feet long with a fifteen foot beam and she draws nine feet of water. You are invited to help us sail her. Please ask me, Isa or the Captain for any instructions and do not hesitate to ask questions.

"Have either of you sailed before." Sandi and I admitted we hadn't. "A few simple definitions: left is port and right is starboard..." Her list of 'simple definitions' was long.

"Sandi, I feel stupid wearing stockings with ankle socks and sneakers," I said as I put on my white socks.

"The way your corset is, with the garters, I don't know what to suggest, Karen... Why don't you just take off your stockings and let the garters hang free?"

"I suppose. I wish I'd brought one of my old corsets."

We heard the diesel start as we emerged on deck. Isa and Anna were casting off. I went by Captain Parmigani at the wheel.

"Hi, Karen," she greeted cheerily. "Let me get her clear of the docks and you can steer, if you'd like?"

"Yes, I'd like, please?"

"Do you know what this is?" she pointed.

"A compass," I answered.

"Good. We refer to it as a binnacle. Don't ask why, 'cause I don't know," she chuckled. "Can you read it?"

"We're heading Nor'west right now; three hundred thirty-five degrees."

"If I told you to steer ten points to starboard, what would you do?"

"Turn to the right and make the binnacle read three hundred forty-five," I answered.

The captain let go and stepped back. "Take the wheel," she motioned with her hand. "I'm right here."

I managed to steer us into the channel. "Which sail goes up first?"

"Depends on the wind. For now, I'd put up the for'sul first."

"OK the big one in back of the mast I guess is the main sail. Is the foresail the inner most one and the one in front the jib sail?"

"You've got it."

"Hoist the foresail." I called. This was going to be fun. Anna moved a rope, wrapped it around a metal thing and started to crank on a handle she'd inserted into its top. As the white sail rose up the mast, Isa moved to another rope. As the sail filled and took shape, Bittern began to move just a little faster through the water.

At the top of the mast was a wind vane. As the boat gathered speed, it moved to point forward a little, but still behind us.

"Hoist the main!" I didn't consult with the captain before I'd called for that, but she didn't overrule me. The feel of the big boat started to change as the sail rose and it began to tilt to the right.

"Is it time to shut off the motor?" I asked.

"Go ahead, you don't need it.

"Reduce the throttle; that's the lever to starboard then put the other in neutral and turn off the key.

"The jib is furled around the stay."

"What's that mean?" I asked.

"Rolled up like a window shade. The proper command is 'unfurl the jib'. You don't hoist it because it's already up, Karen. Go ahead." I gave the command.

"Isa, take the wheel," Captain Parmagani called.

"Come below," she said to me. I followed to a table at the back of the galley. A map on top was covered with a sheet of plastic.

"Where are we and where are we going?" she asked. I looked at the map for a couple of minutes.

"We're here," I touched my decorated long nail at Newport once I'd located it, "and we're going here." I moved my right fingernail along the Maine coast. "I've not been told our exact destination."

"It's wherever you want us to be, Karen. Amanda told me that you are in charge."

"I am? Mrs. Buford and Miss Dupree are my employers."

"I know that, but they told me while you were below earlier, to let you do whatever you want to."

For a few minutes, I looked at the map. "I want to go here." I touched Nantucket.

"How do we get there?"

"We've got to go around the end of Rhode Island here then steer kind of southeast to get around Martha's Vineyard then a little more east to Nantucket."

"Do you know how to get us there?" she set a plastic device near my hand and told me it was a parallel ruler.

"Not exactly. If we steer a little too much South, we'll be on our way to Africa."

Lisa showed how to find the course on the compass rose and instructed me for fifteen minutes then helped me plot a course to steer. It was about sixty-five miles to my initial destination or about eight or nine hours, depending on the wind and current.

*****

"You really seem to be enjoying yourself, Karen," Janet commented as we dined on lobster that Anna had prepared while at anchor in Frenchman's Bay off of Bar Harbor Maine.

"She's a quick learner and a good sailor," Lisa complimented.

"Yes, I have been having fun. Thank you for a wonderful honeymoon, Janet and Amanda.

"I don't even want to think that we'll have to up anchor and sail back to Newport in an hour then drive home, but vacations all must end. This has been great," I said.

"You've been great, love," Sandi smiled. "I've known you for over a year now and never seen you enjoy things as much as you've been doing this past week."

*****

Sailing day and night, around the clock, Bittern took more than a day to return to Newport. We tied up at her dock mid-morning. By noon, we were on the Interstate and headed home.

"Will you be ready to go back to work tomorrow, Karen?" Mrs. Buford asked as we ate pizza together upon our arrival at home.

"Yes, as much as I've enjoyed our wonderful honeymoon and vacation together, I'm as ready as I'll ever be, Amanda."

"I'm ready," Sandi commented.

"I think you don't enjoy sailing as much as your wife does, Cassandra," Janet chuckled.

"True. In a perverse way, I'm glad we don't have the money to afford a boat, certainly not one like Bittern. She'd be an endlessly nagging shrew to buy one, if we did."

"Karen, in the morning, you are girl-in-maid-mode again," Amanda instructed.

"Yes, ma'am."

*****

"Your days of fun in the sun are over for a while, love." Sandi smacked my bottom hard after she tied off the laces of my corset. I spun around and gave her a hug with a kiss.

"I know. It was wonderful though. I'm not complaining, Sandi. Thank you for everything.

"I'll treasure the memories of my honeymoon forever." I kissed her again.

Just because I'd been off duty for two weeks, didn't excuse me from work and my employers expected that was exactly how it would be. Being a Tuesday, I was scheduled for a twelve hour day.

Tuesdays were also laundry days. I changed the bed and bath linens and all of the clothes we'd worn while were away went in the laundry to be washed, ironed and put back in the drawers and closets. There was also shopping at the supermarket to restock the refrigerator and pantry.

In Bar Harbor, Miss Dupree had bought a silver 'tea' bell. I'd been told to polish it that afternoon. Its use was explained that evening before dinner.

"Karen, are you caught up with your chores?"

"No, Miss Dupree, I've a lot of work to do still."

"Mandy and I have discussed that. We've thought that rather then you just standing there, waiting to serve us, in the evenings, it might be best if you spent your time attending to chores. The reason I bought this bell is so we can summon you should we desire anything." She rang it.

"It might be best if you do that."

"Yes, Miss Dupree," I acknowledged with a curtsey, checked on dinner then went to the laundry room to work on the ironing.

I'd come to learn that evening was a change in the way things were to be for me. While on duty my relationships with my employers became more formal and they became a little more demanding of my performance. On the other hand, when I was invited to sit with them or otherwise put in my girl-in-girl-mode either by Miss Dupree or Mrs. Buford, they became friendlier and shared a lot of themselves with me.

I was invited to share with them and they were always willing to offer any help or advice on my problems or anything I wanted to talk about

*****

Epilogue

October 2026

 

Sandi and I have been happily married for twenty years and I've been a maid in the Dupree household for twenty-one. Amanda and Janet got married the June after my wedding and Amanda took Janet's surname.

When I was first told of their engagement, I questioned if Amanda wanted to borrow my bridal corset – she politely declined. I wore it to their wedding as Janet's Matron of Honor. Janet did borrow one of my old ones and asked me to lace her to twenty-one inches. She's not worn a corset since.

After taking hormones for more than two years, I'd filled a C cup and Sandi requested that I have my nipples pierced. Initially, the rings I wore there were removable, but as I continued to expand enough to require D cupped bras, we replaced them with white gold ones that are both thicker and larger then had a jeweler make them permanent. A few months after that I stopped wearing bras and haven't worn one since; my corsets all have partial cups on top to support their weight.

My employers took exception to their maid having pierced nipples with rings in them that occasionally showed. Even wearing a bra, their contours were visible if you looked. We had a serious 'discussion' about them. Mostly it was Amanda who objected. I won Janet over to my side just a little. I didn't actually gain Janet's support for my position; she just stopped arguing for their removal. Sandi and I wanted them in because they greatly increased my sexual pleasure.

It was Janet's idea that that if they agreed to allow their maid to keep them then they were going to show. Not that they would be bared or uncovered; they aren't. My beasts would also be on display and should jiggle and bounce as I walked and when I did my chores. They changed all my aprons and pinafores so my nipple rings were no longer covered by the extra layer of fabric and the contours of my rings showed through the fitted bodices of my uniform dresses. The fabrics of those became thinner then they'd been at first.

Amanda and Janet frequently entertain; at least half of the weekends throughout the year and on those occasions there are often overnight guests. Whenever there are guests present, I wear satin uniforms which further display my breasts and rings and have very low cut necklines. In the beginning of our battle, I believe it was their intent to embarrass me into submission. Their campaign succeed only partially, I was and still am embarrassed when others stare or comment, but not to the point that I'm going to remove the rings. I've gained a lot of confidence in myself and have the inner strength to deal with all of the added attention.

I don't think they expected or even know of the side effect of all of their efforts. My nipples are extremely sensitive, enough so that I'm in a near constant state of arousal because they rub gently against their covering fabrics, especially the smooth satins. I can hardly wait to be in Sandi's arms each night and when she puts her lips and tongue on them.

It took me five years to reach my goal of displaying an eighteen inch waist and almost six more to reduce it another full inch. I stopped reducing it further once I had it under seventeen inches and began to work on a stem waist. That is just over three inches high now.

My other accomplishment was to comfortably work all day in heels at least five inches high and I wear six inch, ankle strapped pumps whenever there are guests in the house or our apartment. Sometimes I wear them just to satisfy Sandi. Keeping her happy has its rewards in so very many ways.

Janet too has a shoe fetish and when I started wearing mine higher, she did too. I've still been unsuccessful in getting her in a corset again though I keep trying.

Because of our schedules, Sandi and I entertain only when Janet and Amanda are visiting their friends, they are away or plan to dine out. They are pretty good about giving me as much notice as possible about when I'll be permitted and free time on a weekend. With enough notice, Sandi can usually rearrange her schedule for time off too.

My employers have always given me at least two weeks of vacation every year, sometimes it has been three and twice I've had more than a month when they've vacationed in Europe. While it was nice for me and I was still paid my same wages, there was no way that Sandi could take that much time off or she'd have lost her job.

There is another negative about time off. There have been times when Amanda and Janet have had house guests stay for as long as three weeks. When guests are present, I must work at least twelve hour days, sometimes longer, seven days a week, with only a one hour break in the middle of the day. Whenever my scheduled time off has been canceled and they cannot give me compensation time, my monetary compensation has been substantially increased. For example, if I must be on duty eighty-four hours in a week, I'm paid three times what I normally am.

I'm still a blonde, a light honey shade, and my hair is still re-braided in thin tight plaits every three weeks to once a month. If not done up, the twelve inch long, teased tassel on the end of each plait extended to below my cheeks in back, about four feet from where they are always gathered on top. I no longer have the added false hair braided in with my own. On duty and in uniform, I must loop it five times so it won't touch the collar of my dresses; that creates a massive amount of hair on top and hanging in back of my head.

Several times I've asked to cut it shorter; given a choice; it would be in a short bob like Sandi wears hers now, but those requests had always been denied.

*****

"Karen, we've known each other more than twenty years," I'd just given Janet a manicure and was polishing her nails a nice red shade. "I don't think that I could ever find a better maid that you."

"Thank you, Miss Dupree." Unless I was in girl-in-girl mode, she was to be addressed that way and Amanda was to be addressed as 'ma'am'. "Have you ever wished you had a better job or a different career?"

"No and yes."

"What does that mean?"

"When Mrs. Dupree offered me this job twenty-one years ago, it seemed so far out, that I thought she was crazy for suggesting it to me and that I was even crazier for giving it try. No, I've not thought about having a better job.

"Perhaps I could give you a different answer if you told me what sort of job might be better, Miss Dupree?"

"One where you didn't have to get down on your knees every day to complete it, for starters, or have to wear a uniform."

"Nearly every wife, OK, a lot of wives must get on their knees daily to do their jobs, Miss Dupree. I'll tell you that cleaning bathrooms beats the heck out of changing smelly messy diapers and cleaning a baby's messy bottom." She laughed.

"OK, I'll concede that. Been there and done that."

"What about challenge, Karen? Don't you want to have your mind stimulated?"

"When is the last time you were told that 'next weekend we'll be hostessing a pool party and expect between seventy and one hundred guests', Miss Dupree? Oh, add in that 'we'll be having overnight guests from Thursday evening through Tuesday'.

"How's that for a challenge when it is all laid on me to accomplish? How about a Thanksgiving seven course dinner for twelve?"

"Remember that almost every holiday for the past twenty-one years, that type of instruction is the only one the maid in this household has been given." I grinned at her.

"So, tell me more about the better job than the one I have, Miss Dupree?"

"I know damn well, you can shoot even more holes in those, Karen.

"You said 'yes' to thinking of a career change, Karen?"

"Your question was 'have I ever thought of a different career', Miss Dupree, and I answered,' yes'.

"I graduated college with a degree in, 'theater'. I'd pictured career on a more traditional stage. In 1598 William Shakespeare wrote his play, As You Lie It. In that he wrote, 'All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts'. Though not at first, when I accepted a position as a maid, I'm in the career I never thought I wanted then, Miss Dupree; I just never realized it for a couple of years.

"For the past twenty-one years, I've been playing a part I never aspired for and never auditioned for... I'm on stage every single day. Know what, Miss Dupree? ...I'm the star and I'm enjoying the Hell out of it!"

 

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