When Carole was originally posted, it was intended to be complete and to stand alone. Due to the very good response the story has drawn and at the urging and encouragement of fans and friends, I have decided to continue it.

 

Carole

By

Karen Anne Summerfield

Part II ~ Julia's Maid

© September 2004

 

Compared to the 'party' uniforms that Karen wore on special occasions, the black cotton uniform that Julia has selected for her new maid to wear on her first evening of service was vey conservative. Slender in style without petticoats to fluff its skirt, it had long sleeves cuffed in white and a plain white collar. Carole struggled with the zipper to close the fitted bodice up her back. The previous afternoon, Karen's mistress, Judy Johnson had treated both her maids to 'the works' at her favorite salon.

Carole loved her make-over, which had included a new hair style, body waxing and long acrylic nails. It hadn't been her first trip to a beauty parlor, but it was her first experience trying to become accustomed to long artificial nails. As she dressed in sheer black pantyhose, the young maid was extra careful not to put a run in them and managed the feat. She'd not been that successful earlier when donning the beige ones she'd worn for what should have been only a ninety-minute drive.

Unsure how to fix her makeup or do a bolder look, though Karen had taught nearly every trick she could, Carole remembered the older maid's advice on her first morning there – 'If ever in doubt about how much makeup is appropriate, the answer is – less is usually best.' She stayed with the pink, not red on her lips as it matched her nail polish, but applied a frost. Just a hint of blush dusted on her cheeks then she added several coats of medium brown, not black, mascara.

Satisfied, she pinned the white headpiece behind her now red bangs then stood to put on the plain white, bib-front apron and black calfskin pumps. Easily, after all her practice, she could manage heels two inches higher, but over the summer she'd learned what was practical versus what was pretty. Three-inch, moderately thick heels were what she and her teacher wore most of the time.

Carole has well-shaped legs and the uniforms provided by Mrs. Johnson usually displayed them from several inches, or more, above her knees, but it had been summer then too. She'd a new mistress now and it was the beginning of October.

Julia was watching the news on television when she came down. At first Carole had thought it appropriate for the maids to announce their presence and determine how they might be of service, but this was not how it was done in the household of her trainer's employers. Karen had explained that the maid should strive to make herself as invisible as possible while on duty. Her employers were intelligent and would state their desires; it was not the maid's place to solicit them.

In the kitchen, Carole saw the note outlining a menu of baked salmon, Brussels sprouts and a roll. Milk was Julia's desired beverage that evening. Being five o'clock, Carole had more than adequate time to have the meal ready at the desired time, still, she prepared everything before entering the dinning room to set the table for one.

Promptly at six thirty, the maid curtseyed to her new mistress, but remained silent after she'd straighten.

"Is my supper ready, Carole?"

"Yes, Miss," she curtseyed again. Julia turned off the set, stood and walked to her dining room. Carole tended her chair then placed the plate from the sideboard along with the glass of milk.

"I discussed your training at length with my sister-in-law and her maid as it progressed. I'd like a few things to be slightly different now that you work for me." Carole was quietly standing behind; prepared to serve if requested.

"Continue to conduct yourself as you've been taught. I'll instruct you on what I'd like to be different as the occasions arise, Carole.

"I would however, like to hear you announce that my meal is ready when appropriate." Even though she couldn't be seen, the maid just curtseyed her acknowledgement.

Julia continued to eat until she was finished then stood and left the room without another word. Carole cleared and carried her tray to the kitchen.

'Is this what I really want?' she questioned, as she filled a plate with leftovers and placed it in the microware to heat for a minute. 'Do I really want to be a servant the rest of my life?'

*****

Having no instructions to the contrary, Carole awoke at five thirty the following morning. She showered and donned a pale gray cotton blend uniform in a shirtwaist style. It had been in the closet when she'd unpacked. Accessorized in white, she went to the kitchen and fixed her oatmeal then prepared coffee and breakfast for her mistress.

Being a Saturday, Julia dressed casually: jeans, pull-over sweater and socks when she came to the kitchen. Not a word was spoken and she ignored the maid completely until after she had sipped her coffee.

"The newspaper should be in the front yard, girl," Julia said in a quiet voice.

"What are your plans for today?" Julia had turned the front page after reading the headline article. Carole was taken off guard.

"My plans, Miss? …Whatever you desire, Miss."

"Surely you can do better than that," her mistress returned her attention to the front page. Carole was flustered by this unexpected line of questioning. Karen had always established the lead or told her what to do.

"My chores … I guess, Miss."

"You guess?" Julia didn't even look when she posed her question. "And what chores are those?"

"Making up your room, cleaning…"

"Stop." The blonde mistress folded her paper and slid it aside. "Sit across from me." She waited until her increasingly nervous servant was settled. Maintaining a stern countenance, Julia paused and stared at the girl for a few moments.

"I think we should have a little talk."

"Have I done something wrong, Miss?"

"Yes," was her monosyllabic reply.

"We need to establish how I wish things to be conducted in my house.

"Look at me, don't lower your eyes when I'm talking to you, girl." Julia smiled when Carole looked up.

"Unless you want me to play by strict Victorian rules; I've little doubt that you are totally unprepared for those, things are going to be a bit different here.

"First, never forget your status – you are my maid, a servant girl and your job is to serve me and keep my home spotless. That said, listen to me tell you what else I wish from you.

"In the household of a person with my position in society, a physician, one hundred years ago, there would have perhaps ten to fifteen servants, just in the house, not counting those in the stables and assigned grounds. There was a strict hierarchy among the maids.

"Do you think you can name all of the positions the females held and their ranking, Carole?"

"I'm not sure, Miss. Ten to fifteen you said?"

"Try, Carole," Julia encouraged. "Start by naming the positions."

"Well, there was a cook then an upstairs and a downstairs maid. If there were children, a nanny and governess, I imagine. The house might have a parlor maid." She paused to think. "That's six."

"A good start. Continue."

"There would have been a scullery maid to help in the kitchen.

"I'm sorry, I can't imagine any more, Miss," Carole was stumped.

"That is because you grew up in the late twentieth century and it's now the twenty-first. There would have been a housekeeper who ruled over all of the female staff, but one. Tell me the only maid the housekeeper had no authority over?"

"I just don't know," Carole admitted a minute later after her mind drew a blank.

"Let's review the other female servants. There were one or more kitchen maids. Those were like assistants or sous chefs to the cook. Remember that there were no prepared foods and no supermarkets then. Bread was baked from scratch daily and unless they had the modern convenience of gas, the stove ran on coal, or, worse, wood. The scullery maid was the lowest of low amongst the staff. All in the kitchen were ruled by the cook, who reported to the housekeeper.

"You are correct about upstairs and downstairs maids, usually these were grouped together as housemaids and included laundry maids, parlor maids, chambermaids, etc. It was their job to keep all but the kitchen clean and, without central heating, they tended the coal fires in every room. The various titles described their chores and I'm sure there are more I didn't name.

"That brings the number of maids to more than ten, not counting a nanny or governess whom I'd not thought to include.

"Do you think any of those did not report to the housekeeper?"

"It seems logical that they all would have, Miss."

"OK, now which one hasn't been mentioned?" Carole thought this through, but still had no answer.

"The maid we've not mentioned was the lady's maid." Carole nodded with a tiny smile. "She did not report to the housekeeper. Next to the housekeeper, she was the highest ranking female in the household and the other maids almost always resented her position, especially since she didn't have to perform many of the heavy arduous chores.

"Tell me what you think the lady's maid did?" Julia asked.

Finally, Carole felt she could guess some of the things and smiled as she replied, "She tended to mistress' toilette, dressed her and personally attended to her needs and desires." Carole was elated at the thoughts of personally attending to her attractive mistress.

"More?" Julia coaxed.

"I can't think of more, Miss."

OK The times have changed, but back then, she also was a seamstress and personally attended all the elaborate garments her in the mistress's wardrobe. That isn't strictly applicable today.

"The lady's maid was also a confidant and companion to her mistress. She was her masseuse and would often read aloud as there were no radios, TV's, not even a phonograph at that time." Julia grinned, "By your smile, I think you might be looking forward to being my masseuse. Don't worry, you'll be given that opportunity.

"As I just stated, times have changed, a lot, due to inventions like central heating and air conditioning, indoor plumbing with hot and cold running water, vacuum cleaners, automatic washers and dryers, dishwashers, electric steam irons, modern fabrics, cleaning products, etc. Those things and more drove nearly all household servants, except in the very wealthiest of households, out of their jobs.

"My sister-in-law and I are very fortunate that there are girls like you and Karen. Girls like you two who crave being accepted for what they are and more than willing to be maids if it means being accepted as girls." Julia saw Carole's brow furrow in question when what she was being told started to register.

"You lived with Karen for three or four months and you don't know that she's just like you?" she questioned.

"You're not teasing me, are you?" It was more a statement than a question. "No, I didn't know, Miss."

"It's not important," Julia attempted to dismiss Carole's concern.

"Excuse me, Mistress, it is important to me. Karen is … well there is nothing about her… I mean … I'm no where near…" Julia pressed her fingers to Carole's lips.

"Just be quiet. That is an order, maid." There was no anger in Julia's voice.

"I've no desire for a huge staff, to say nothing of any need for one. In a household back then, where they only had one female servant, she was called, a 'maid-of-all-work'. She was the girl who performed as everything from housekeeper and lady's maid down to scullery maid. That properly describes your position as my servant, Carole…" Julia paused for a reaction that wasn't forth coming.

"I'd rather think of you as my lady's maid," she assured with a smile. "To others, I'll only say you are my 'maid' and leave it at that. If you want to say to others who might ask, that you are a lady's maid, that's OK with me, but never conceal that you are a maid. Are we clear?"

"Yes, Miss."

Julia stood. "My maid has a lot of work to complete, best that you get started." She left the kitchen and twenty minutes later left the house without another word to her maid.

Carole had cleaned and made up the upstairs and was attending to straightening the living room when Julia returned about noon. "There are groceries in my car, Carole," she casually stated as she passed through on her way upstairs.

Dutifully, Carole unloaded her mistress's Xentra, carried everything inside and started to put things away in the cupboards and refrigerator.

"What's for lunch?" Julia asked as she sat at the table and flustered her maid with the unexpected question.

"Whatever you'd like, Miss," the bewildered girl stated.

"Goodie! I'll start with caviar on crackers then you may prepare me a pate' frios de gras and lobster salad to be severed on freshly baked onion rye bread."

Her new maid grinned. All morning she had thought about the lecture she'd been given; thinking of it as a conversation was not appropriate.

"Yes, Miss, one liverwurst on rye coming up. Would you like mustard with that?" Carole curtseyed with a big grin.

"But what about the caviar and lobster?" Julia pouted. "I was really looking forward to that."

"Might I be so bold as to suggest you make such a desire known to the girl assigned the shopping duties then, Miss? She failed to purchase any."

"What?" Julia exclaimed. "The twit will require punishment for such…" She burst out laughing. Julia was extremely pleased that Carole seemed to have understood all she'd attempted to communicate earlier.

"Mustard on the side and a slice of raw onion too, please?

"Make a sandwich too then sit with me for lunch, Carole." The maid fixed their plates and inquired what Julia would like to drink.

"A beer, you too, if you wish."

"I hope we are on the same page now, Carole. I'm pleased to see you smile."

"I think so, Miss," she returned another smile.

"Good."

Carole was changing into a black, evening uniform when Julia entered her room. "Change into something pretty, we'll be going out to dinner this evening.

"Wear a pretty dress and your high heels." Just as quickly as she'd entered, Julia left the room.

She waited fifteen minutes and called, "Maid! You may attend me."

Carole capped her lipstick and dropped it in her purse then hurried to Julia's bedroom.

"That dress becomes you. Model for me." The mistress watched Carole curtsey, turn around to display her form fitting little black dress.

"Very nice. You'll find one that's very similar in my closet on the right side." Carole brought it out and laid it on the king-sized bed.

Julia stood facing her maid and lifted her arms away from her sides. "What are you waiting for? Undress me, please?

"Wha…" With trembling hands, Carole unbuckled her mistress' belt then began to unbutton the jeans. Julia lightly covered the maid's hands with hers.

"Relax, Carole, you are doing fine."

The young maid couldn't force calm and averted her eyes when she removed the bra and panties. "You'll find a matching black set in the top left drawer. My pantyhose are in the center one," Julia instructed.

"What's the matter, never seen a naked woman before?" the mistress questioned. Her maid could only shake, 'no'.

"Well, you best get used to seeing a lot of me this way, because, as my lady's maid, dressing me, undressing me and bathing me are all on your list of required chores," Julia teased. She stepped into her bikinis when Carole spread them open.

"My bra is next." It was some relief that Carole didn't have to face her mistress' moderate sized breasts as she hooked her bra in back and lifted the shoulder straps into place. When she reached for the pantyhose, Julia stopped her.

"Don't you think you should adjust my breasts in the cups first?"

Hesitantly, the maid reached to do so and Julia guided her hands into place and helped her to comfortably settle her orbs. "That's better."

Julia freshened her makeup on her own and brushed her hair into place. Without warning, she spritzed a heavy oriental perfume behind Carole's ears and on her wrists, causing her maid to jump back.

"Here, apply mine for me," Julia offered a different bottle from the selections on her vanity.

'While I expect you to remember your status, I also want you to relax and have a good time tonight," Julia seemed in a happy mood as she drove to the restaurant.

"Yes, Miss."

"Good. Now if you see a guy you might be interested in after dinner, I'll not object, but I will expect you home by noon tomorrow. I think that is fair enough, don't you?"

Carole giggled at the absurdity of such a suggestion. "You'll not have to worry about that, Miss. No guy is going to take me home with him."

"Why do you say that? You're a very attractive twenty year old girl. You are bound to attract attention from the guys."

"I turned twenty-one in July, Miss Julia," she corrected.

"I said what I did because, in no way am I going to have sex with any guy. It's not my thing," Carole protested. "Besides, just what is he going to think when he pets my breast to find out it's phony?"

Julia ignored her maid's major statement and changed the subject, "That brings up something I wanted to discuss with you. I want you to see another doctor this week to get started on HRT, Carole."

"I can't afford seeing a doctor for that," she argued.

"I'll be paying for it, along with any other medical expenses," Julia stated then added, "and it is requirement for your continued employment.

"We're here." Julia placed the car in 'park', switched off the ignition and opened her door. "Come along."

Her nervousness returned as Carole exited the car. The parking lot was full.

"Get us a table, please?" Julia ordered as they entered the crowded lobby. Her maid found the courage to approach the Maitre d'.

"Two for dinner please?" she requested.

"Have you a reservation?"

"Er… no, we don't."

"There will be a forty-five to sixty minute wait. Take this," the man offered a pager.

"What is the name, please?"

"Doctor Julia Johnson." She watched him write it in the book than returned to her mistress to tell her the bad news.

"That's OK. We'll wait in the bar."

The room was crowded, as the parking lot had indicated. There were no free tables or stools at the bar.

"Get me a daiquiri and whatever you'd like." Julia stated as she pressed a twenty into Carole's hand.

Before she could move, a man called out, "Julia, over here. Join us." Two men were seated at a table nearby.

"Come, Carole?" Julia ordered. The gentlemen stood as the approached.

"Hello Doctor Mathius, Kevin."

"Hello, Julia," the older, bearded man returned. "Please, sit down?" He pulled an empty chair from a nearby table while Kevin tended a chair for Carole.

"Thank you," Julia said. Carole murmured the same as she sat.

"Carole this is Doctor Mathieu Mathius and Doctor Kevin Crawford.

"Doctor Mathius, Kevin, this is Carole West," Julia introduced.

"Hello, Carole," Mathieu greeted. Kevin wasn't as formal.

"Hi, Carole. I've not seen you around before."

"Hi," she returned. "I only arrived here yesterday."

"Visiting with Julie for the weekend?" Kevin asked.

"No. Employment brought me to the area."

"Looking for a job; that's great. My office is looking for a receptionist." Kevin placed his card before Carole.

"Thank you, sir, but I have a full time job."

"Where do you work, Carole," the hospital's head of surgery asked.

"I work for Miss Johnson, sir?" Carole knew the inevitable was coming with no way to prevent it. Before either of the men could ask the question, she volunteered the answer.

"Ich bin eine Dienstmädchen," she stated after hearing his slight accent. With a grin, she silently thanked Karen her teaching her how to say that and her three years studying the language.

Kevin was bewildered, but Mathieu grinned back. Even Julia didn't know what her maid had said.

"So sind Sie Zofe Julia's?"

"Ja, Herr Doktor, Ich bin eine Zofe auch."

"Ist wunderbar," he laughed, especially because of Julia and Kevin's bewildered expressions.

"May I buy you a drink, Carole?" Dr. Mathius offered.

"Julia what would you like?"

Before the girls answered, the pager by Kevin's glass beeped.

"You ladies will join us for dinner?" Though a question, it seemed an order and Carole stood just as Julia pushed back.

She couldn't help, but flinch when a large, but soft hand enveloped hers and gently pulled her away. Looking up, it was a great relief that Dr. Mathius was guiding her to the dining room and not the handsome Dr. Crawford. For whatever reason, she felt safer with a man ten years older than her father.

"Dr. Johnson will be joining me for dinner, Jacque," he told the Maitre d' as he placed both pagers on the podium.

"Certainly, Doctor. This way please?" The Maitre d' tended Carole's chair.

"We will be having wine, Jacque," Mathieu stated once the menus were placed.

"I will see that Claude attends to it immediately, Doctor."

Mathieu selected an inexpensive Liebfraumilch when the young maid requested it then passed the book to his colleague who picked a hearty Burgundy. Correctly, he guessed the young girl's palette would not be impressed with a vintage selection and he wasn't a wine snob.

Only after the others had opened their menus did Carole even dare to touch the one before her. Though they hardly could they be considered wealthy, Carole's parents weren't exactly middle class and had provided her with a good education and the necessary skills to function properly in social situations. It wasn't ignorance that caused her to feel uncomfortable; it was dining with two men for the first time as a girl. She imagined that her employer was watching her like a hawk ready to pounce on its prey.

More correctly, Julia was flirting with the handsome surgeon beside her. There was no competition between the two girls that night. The couples, though it was unintentional, practically ignored the other.

"How do you find being Julia's maid, Carole?"

"I've only held the job since yesterday, Herr Doktor."

"Please, relax, my name is Mathieu. I will hear no more of my last name or of 'Herr Doktor tonight."

"I think I'll be quite happy as Miss Julia's maid, Mathieu."

The wine ceremony concluded, they continued to talk. "How is it you chose to be Julia's maid, Carole? A pretty girl, like you, could write your own ticket."

"A pretty girl, one like me, has," she smiled in response. "We are in great demand and we command the best positions available with discerning employers. Right now, I could not imagine a better job." Carole made no attempt to conceal her giggles.

"Why do you state that, Carole? Wouldn't you like to be something more than to just be a maid?" Kevin turned his attention from Julia to her maid.

"I posed a similar question to a good friend, another maid, once."

"And what was her answer?" he asked.

" She began to answer by saying, 'Look at the house I live in…' ." Julia's laughter interrupted the conversation.

"Her friend works for my brother and his wife. Trust me, it is a mansion. Karen carved out a very nice niche for herself and, even though she cleans and cooks for a living, she is one of the happiest people I know.

"My Carole is well on her way towards doing the same and I encourage her to shoot for the moon."

The conversation during dinner went well and the new maid had lost her earlier nervousness. The wine, though not consumed to any degree of excess, had caused her inhibitions to fade. She walked outside with Mathieu's arm around her waist and leaning her head on his shoulder.

Next to Julia's car, Mathieu turned to face the girl. "I had a most enjoyable evening in your company tonight and would enjoy it if you would permit me to take you out again." He held her by the waist with both hands.

She thought of her reply then answered, "I just moved here and started my new job, Mathieu. Please understand that I need to get settled before I give any thought to dating." The surgeon drew her close and met her soft lips his with a light kiss. "I'm flattered that you asked. Thank you."

*****

She was daydreaming about the pleasant evening during the quiet ride home, but seriously questioned her future and examined if she had made the right decision in turning the doctor down. Julia broke the trance after they'd locked the house and gone up to the master bedroom suite.

"Undress me, please?

"For a girl who doesn't date men, you certainly landed yourself a winner, Carole," she grinned.

"Huh? I landed a winner?"

"Yes. Dr. Mathius is the most desirable bachelor I know. The nurses at the hospital make no secret flirting with him and vying for his attention.

"You didn't even try and now you've a date with him." Julia had heard his question and seen the kiss. She hadn't heard her maid's reply, but concluded that she'd accepted the invitation.

"What! Oh my God!" Carole's face expressed pure panic. "Oh my God, what have I done?" for a brief moment, Carole had forgotten her actual response. She wasn't used to drinking and the few glasses of wine were affecting her by then.

"Sure you can.

"Undress me please?" Her movements were carried out mechanically to prepare her mistress for bed.

Near to midnight, Carole crawled under the covers of her bed and extinguished the light then was quickly asleep.

By morning, her thoughts were clear. Though the idea of having a man ask her for a date and what might happen if she'd accepted was frightening, Carole was satisfied she had made the right decision in turning him down. With a small smile, she dressed and began her routine on Sunday morning.

"Good morning, Carole," Julia greeted when she came down for breakfast. Carole returned a curtsey then poured the coffee and served it from her tray.

"Thank you. Talk with me as you go about your chores, Carole.

"I see you're smiling, I can certain understand that ... having a date with the head surgeon at the hospital. If you think that my brother lives in a mansion, you'll consider his a palace when you see it."

"May I clarify your understanding, Miss?" she quietly asked.

"Did I miss something?" Julia lifted her eyes from the newspaper to glance at her maid.

"Dr. Mathius did ask me for a date … I turned him down."

"Are you going to tell me I imagined seeing you kiss him after he had, Carole?"

"No, Miss, he did, but I also rejected his request."

"May I ask why? He is worth a fortune and any girl would be lucky to land him."

"May I be so bold as to suggest that you might mean, 'any real girl', Miss."

"You may not," was Julia's terse reply. She'd known from the beginning what was in her maid's panties, but tried not to think of her as other than a real girl.

Julia ate her light breakfast and skimmed the front section of the paper, but her mind kept turning over what her maid had just said and what she knew of her past.

"Leave the kitchen chores for the moment. I'd like a bath, Carole." Dutifully the maid followed her to the large bathroom adjoining her mistress' bedroom.

She helped Julia out of her robe and negligee as the tub filled. Once the mistress was settled in the steaming water and bubbles, she ordered Carole to begin.

While she'd seen her mistress naked the previous day and hadn't been affected by the fresh sight that morning, the intimate nature of the current task was another new experience that caused the maid to hesitate.

"Come on, girl, scrub my back and don't just skim over it."

It took a mental effort for Carole, but soon she was rubbing vigorously and her mistress encouraged her to make the bath an underwater massage.

"The water is getting cold," Julia complained. "Let some out and add more hot water. You still have to shave me."

"Huh… Yes, Miss."

"Begin with my toes then work your way up my legs.

"I see enough blood all week, you had best not let me see any of my own as you do this," Julia warned.

As Carole carefully removed the sparse fuzz from her body and the stubble under her mistress' arms, a really wild idea had begun to form - the more Julia thought on it, the more she decided to plunge ahead and do it.

"That will do … for now. Help me up and drain the tub, Carole."

Dry and powdered, she instructed her maid to wrap her torso in fresh towel then went to her bedroom. For a moment, Julia sat on her bed and grinned at her maid.

Carole became uneasy and thought of what she might be expected to do next. "What would you like to wear today, Miss?" she asked when no instructions had been forthcoming after a couple of minutes.

"I'll think about it after you finish shaving me," Julia giggled. Carole's jaw fell open and her eyes went wide. Opening the towel, Julia spread it on her bed, lay back and moved to center her hips on it.

"Get the razor, be sure the blade is fresh, shaving cream, basin of hot water and wash cloth, girl," she instructed while spreading her legs far apart to expose her nether region. Her inexperienced maid was totally unprepared to deal with what she was expected to do, but gamely moved forward to obey.

Very hesitantly, she began to remove the hairs on her abdomen. Julia had closed her eyes and let her mind wander through her pleasurable thoughts and the sensations being induced by having her pussy denuded for the first time in over thirty years.

To do her assigned task, Carole had to kneel on the bed and reposition herself frequently. When the blade dulled, she needed to replace it then shaved more. Because it had never been even trimmed, it took her nearly three quarters of an hour to complete her assignment.

"Are you done?" Julia asked.

"Yes, Miss."

"Rub your fingers over it so you can be sure." Carole skimmed the skin and felt no stubble.

"That's not good enough. I think your tongue would be a better way to check. Get down." Julia tried to sound stern, but was using a lot of effort to maintain control and not moan or spasm.

"Be sure you work it into all the little nooks and crevices, girl," the blonde mistress gasped. Carole placed her hands on her mistress's soft hips to support herself. Julia yanked them to her breasts.

"Squeeze them!"

She was writhing and moaning loudly. As the moment of pleasure approached, Julia's legs crossed and squeezed her maid's head as the pleasurable waves crested and broke.

"More," she panted.

*****

Spent, Julia lay still for several minutes then pulled and coaxed the girl to move up and snuggled her tightly.

"I think I'm going to like you shaving me, Carole." She just skimmed her nose with the tip of her tongue.

They lay together for ten minutes. "Off, you've chores, girl!"

Carole was frustrated, the swelling in her panties had mostly subsided, but she was very aware that her desires hadn't been satisfied. "Wipe me with a hot wash cloth then dry and powder me there," Julia ordered.

"Your uniform is an absolute mess," she admonished. Carole tried to smooth her damp apron, but it did little to improve her appearance. "Raise your dress! Let me see if the you are just as messy underneath." Embarrassed and feeling cheated, Carole still did as she was told. "Higher, girl! Stand still and don't move until I complete my inspection."

She walked behind and raked her nails over the girl's pink pantied cheeks, very pleased to she how Carole trembled to her touch. Still standing behind, Julia pressed herself close, wrapped one arm about the maid's waist then used her other hand to massage the girl's crotch.

The contents of her panties moved and started to grow. Julia continued until escape was inevitable. With her fingers wrapped around, the mistress slowly stroked.

*****

"Yes, it is just as I thought. You are a mess.

"Go to your room and put on a clean uniform. Best that you apply yourself to all your are being paid to do – your chores are way behind schedule this morning, maid!"

"Yes, Miss." Carole was still shaking. Julia delivered a very hard slap, with a laugh, to her naked cheek to send her on her way.

Having changed into a pale pink working uniform, Carole began in the kitchen with the dirty breakfast things, damp mopped the floor and wiped off the counters and stove. While doing so, she remembered one of her freshman courses at the university, 'Planning and Organization – Keys to Success'. It was a non-credit course given during orientation and designed to teach the students good study and learning habits that, if applied, the skills should help them manage the tremendous demands on their time.

She used those lessons to organize the day's chores in her head. Karen had taught her good work habits and always seemed to have everything under complete control. Carole never had to really think about what was involved, but just followed her friend's lead. Washing the laundry seemed a logical start; she could make up her mistress' bed and clean her suite while the machine did that work.

Julia's hamper, while less than full, wasn't big enough also hold the bed and bath linens. She carried it to the laundry room, dumped it on the folding table and sorted the fabrics. Delicates were the first to go in, a small load. With the linens, two more wash loads would be needed.

It was nearly three o'clock when the maid sat to rest in the kitchen. The house was tidy and reasonably clean. Karen had taught her that there were times when 'reasonably' was good enough while other circumstances demanded as close to immaculate as they could achieve, usually when a party was planned or special guests were expected.

The young maid sipped a cup of hot tea and thought of what required her attention next. 'Supper! How could I forget that? I've not even looked to see what was available!'

The refrigerator section didn't offer more than breakfasts and some cold cuts that seemed less than fresh.

'I'll need to do grocery shopping tomorrow.' Frozen, chicken breast would have to do. She prepared baked potatoes and frozen green beans to complete and balance the meal. There weren't even the ingredients to make a fresh salad.

"Supper is served, Miss." Carole announced with a curtsey after changing into a black uniform for the evening.

She knew to stand silently in the background, ready to attend while her mistress ate.

"You may clear," Julia announced when she'd finished. She watched her maid then followed into the kitchen.

"I'd like coffee, please?" They sat opposite at the table once Carole had served the beverage and placed her plate to eat her meal.

"I'm satisfied that you are settling in to your job, Carole, but your room could use a bit more attention in the future. Now, is there anything you didn't find or that needs more explanation?"

"I found everything I needed, so far, Miss. The refrigerator needs to be restocked."

"Yes, I imagine it does. Living alone, cooking isn't something I did very often, but you are here to do all of that now. I ate out a lot. I'll leave you money and you can go shopping tomorrow."

"It would be most helpful if you told me what you like to eat, Miss."

Once Carole finished her meal, Julia sat with another coffee and stated her preferences while her maid prepared a shopping list. She also gave driving directions to the supermarket, mall and other shops in the area.

*****

Julia had joined an existing practice with two other surgeons. Her specialty was general surgery and she scheduled any procedures for Tuesday's and Thursday's with the other days in the office seeing patients. Being the junior doctor in the practice, she had the 'early shift', beginning at seven AM. These hours meant that Carole was expected to be on duty by five thirty. To do so, she arose at four o'clock, an early hour she would just have to get used to.

On surgery days, Julia scheduled the first procedure at six thirty, which required that her maid to arise and hour earlier.

Once her mistress had left for the office that first Monday, Carole started in Julia's suite with the bathroom then made up the bed.

After eight o'clock, she'd completed all her routine chores and returned to clean the kitchen. She had what seemed a sound plan and began to empty all of the kitchen cabinets to determine their contents and rearrange everything in what, to her, was a logical and efficient order. Karen ruled the kitchen at the Johnson's and impressed upon her student her thoughts regarding how she'd set it up. With the layout available at Julia's, Carole soon had everything where she wanted them to be and, more importantly, where she could easily find them.

Cleaning out the refrigerator and rearranging everything there was the next task she completed. While she worked, Carole added to her shopping list.

It was eleven when the maid had changed into a clean gray uniform, brushed her hair and freshened her makeup before leaving to do her shopping.

With her shopping list as a guide, the maid slowly filled the shopping cart to nearly overflowing. Satisfied that she'd not overlooked much, if anything, Carole returned to Julia's house.

Her uniform, with her apron and white headpiece, had drawn attention to Carole, but it wasn't more that curiosity, nothing at all compared to the gawks, stares, comments and propositions that had resulted the one afternoon she and Karen had gone to the mall wearing matching French maids' uniforms with their full accessories.

*****

"I made the appointment with the endocrinologist, so you can get started growing breasts, Carole. It is for ten thirty on Wednesday. That should give you enough time to get changed after you do your morning chores." Julia didn't want to make her maid feel isolated and alone. She'd thought that joining her at the kitchen table when she took her evening meal after she'd finished hers would be a good time for them to chat.

"Yes, Miss…

"Miss, I thought you said that Wednesday were to be my days off?" Carole dared to assert herself.

"That's correct. Unless something arises when I want you on duty, you'll have Wednesdays free from the time you complete the routine daily tasks until the following morning when I'll expect you on duty. You may establish your own curfew, but I will expect that you are well rested then."

"Yes, Miss, but I'll have to be on duty the morning when you told me I'd have the day off?"

"Do you think it is proper to leave the beds unmade and the sink full of dirty dishes all day? Or, now that I've a maid, I'm going to do those things myself?

"Besides, none of the stores are open … where do you think you'd want to go at eight in the morning, Carole?"

"Nowhere. Thank you for explaining, Miss," Carole resented being denied what she'd mistakenly thought was a given.

"After the doctor's, why don't you find a place that you like to begin electrolysis. I told you that I'll pay for that too. If you go for one hour a week, that will be finished well before you need a B cup bra.

"I did tell you beauty parlor treatments are covered as part of your compensation, didn't I, as well as full medical care?"

"Yes, Miss.

"Miss, are you going to tell me that I'll have to start seeing a therapist too?"

"Why do you think I should do that, Carole?"

"Well … is SRS what is going to happen eventually? Isn't that your plan for me?"

"No, certainly not at this time

"Is sexual reassignment surgery something you want? You've not told me that before.

"I like things there just as they are now," Julia stated.

"Be sure not to eat or drink anything after midnight on Wednesday," Julia instructed.

*****

Finished in Julia's bedroom, Carole dressed in a red turtleneck and black denim mini on Wednesday. She'd have liked a nice pair of boots to go with her outfit, but having been summer when she had shopped with Karen for her current modest wardrobe, they hadn't been in the stores then. She stepped into plain black pumps after she's smoothed sheer beige pantyhose up her legs. Those had moderate two and one half inch heels.

"Good morning, I'm Carole West. I've an appointment," she was just a little nervous as she introduced herself to the doctor's receptionist.

"Yes, Ms West. Please fill this out?" The woman passed her a clipboard and pen.

An assistant called her in back after a short wait. "Remove your shoes and step on the scale… Weight – one hundred thirty-two. Stay there while I measure your height… Five foot nine inches.

"Please fill this and set it on the counter here?" She pointed to the rest room and handed her the cup for a urine sample." Carole slipped her shoes on then went in to fill the cup.

Six vials of blood were drawn from her left arm.

"You may return to the waiting room. We'll call you when we've analyzed these, Ms West." Carole had to wait over an hour before being summoned to an examining room. Once her blood pressure, pulse and temperature were recorded, she was again left to wait.

"Good morning, Carole. I'm John Madison," the doctor, a man of forty, introduced." She returned his greeting.

Dr. Madison examined the laboratory results for a moment before facing her. "Your blood pressure and pulse are slightly elevated, but otherwise everything else is fine.

"Tell me in your own words why you are here?" he requested.

"I'm transgendered and would like to have breasts, Doctor." She had rehearsed that response and it flowed easily.

"Just like that? You decide you are really a girl and now is the time for tits?" Carole thought that he seemed dismissive and condescending towards her.

"No, not 'just like that', Doctor," she countered. "I've known since I was little what I am inside!"

"Calm down. I believe you. I'm pleased that you didn't back off or I'd have said 'no'.

"You checked that you don't smoke?"

"That's correct. I tried when I was in high school, but cigarettes literally made me sick. I threw up."

"Did you ever try pot?"

"No."

After questioning several other facts she'd stated on the form and delivering a lecture detailing the risks and side effects of the hormones then assuring that Carole understood these, Dr. Madison wrote out three prescriptions and instructed her to make an appointment in three months before she left.

It was nearly one o'clock before she left the office. Not having eaten anything since supper, Carole was hungry. Eating her cheeseburger as she drove, she went to a salon she had seen near the supermarket when out shopping on Monday.

They did electrolysis, but were booked that afternoon. Carole made an appointment for the following Wednesday morning.

It had started to rain, with nothing better in mind and not knowing the area very well, Carole returned to Julia's house.

The nap refreshed her and by five, she was in the kitchen, properly uniformed, and preparing dinner for her employer.

*****

"It's a beautiful day and I thought I'd drive into Manhattan," Julia announced when her maid served her coffee and breakfast Saturday. "Wear a nice dress and be ready to leave at nine thirty, Carole." The instruction caught the girl off guard.

"Miss?"

"Remember when I told you that as a lady's maid, part of your job was to provide me with companionship?"

"Yes, but…"

Julia didn't let her finish. "Run upstairs and get started on your chores," she ordered.

Carole stood and curtseyed when Julia entered the kitchen at the appointed time. Her mistress wore a soft, burgundy cowl-neck sweater with a calf-length wool skirt in muted large plaid fall colors and stylish brown knee boots. Julia didn't think her maid's choice of wearing her little black dress appropriate, but reconciled that her wardrobe didn't offer much of a selection and, being rather new at being a girl, Carole's fashion sense hadn't been developed yet. The purpose of the shopping trip in the city was to change both conditions.

 

End of Part II

  

  

  

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