Her Maid For A Weekend

by Pen2

 

Part 3

 

"Time's up! Get in that shower Nicky!" Samantha said as she rapped on the door, "I have some really cute panties for you to wear when you get out!" Eager for any excuse to get this foul smelling paste off of my skin, I quickly strip off my boxers and jump into the shower. Even though I knew it was coming, I was still shocked to see that when the Nair went, my hair went with it. So there I was, hairless in a girl's shower, waiting to try on lingerie. I dried myself off before wrapping myself in a towel and returning to Samantha's room. There I found Samantha waiting, holding in one hand a hanger, which had a sheer black, marabou trimmed; see through, baby doll nightie on it. Whereas in her other hand she held a pair of black satin panties and a pair of black high heeled sandals, the shoes had little tufts of black marabou at the toes.

"Put this set on, you'll look so cute!" She said excitedly, handing me the garments.

"But I thought you said you just wanted me to wear your panties," I protested.

"Don't you remember? I said with the right outfits, now put them on," Samantha said much more insistently, I quickly did what I was told and put on the lingerie. A brief shiver of please traveled up my spine as I felt the smooth, satin panties glide over my hairless legs. I was surprised to find that the shoes fit so well, and the nightie was so light and fluffy it felt heavenly! Samantha took me by the shoulders and pulled me into her walk in closet where there was a full length mirror. There I admired myself, if it weren't for my hair and face I thought I'd make a pretty nice looking girl given my dainty figure. Sheepishly I tried a few poses, showing off assets I didn't have. The nightie was so short it didn't even fully cover my satiny butt.

Click.

I was suddenly blinded by a flash, and then by two more. When my vision readjusted itself I saw that Samantha was holding a camera.

"What are you doing?" I asked, a note of fear in my voice.

"Taking pictures of my new maid," She replied with a warm smile.

"I didn't agree to be your maid!"

"You will Nicky or I'll distribute these pictures all over town. I already saw in the store how shy you are, you wouldn't like everyone seeing you in my pretty panties would you?" Samantha asked with a wicked smile.

"You wouldn't!"

"I could, but I won't if you agree to be my maid for the weekend,"

"Then you'll give me the pictures?" I asked, already beckoning for the camera.

"And the negatives if you want them… after I'm satisfied with your services of course." I bit my lip hard, if I didn't do what she wanted I was screwed. Public humiliation, my parents would find out, my dad would murder me.

"Agreed, I'll be your maid," I said, my head bowing in shame.

"Ask me,"

"What?"

"Get down on my floor, curtsey to me and ask to be my maid for the weekend."

"I'm not gonna-"

"You'll do it or the photos will go loose" Samantha threatened, gesturing with the camera. So I knelt down, holding the corners of my nightie out like a skirt and looked at the floor.

"Samantha, may I be your maid for the weekend?"

"Yes you may Nicky, now come on we have some work to do," Samantha said as she pulled me to my feet and gave me a light pat on my pantied butt. She disappeared into her closet and came back with three boxes. She gently pulled my nightie off over my head and smeared some paste on my chest. Before I could realize what was going on she attached two C cup breasts to my chest. "My little French maid has to have her little French bosoms after all." Samantha said with a wink. "They're silicon so they move like the real thing, and that glue should be more than enough to last the weekend…" When she saw my look of horror she added "… but I have some solvent that'll unglue them on Sunday of course." Next she had me remove my panties and she gave me a white pair of nylon panties, with the seat of them covered in rows and rows of ruffled lace. "That way we'll have something to peek at under your skirts." Samantha said with the same wink, I shifted uncomfortably. Finally she pulled out a white satin corset that laced up in the back and had ruffles of lace along the cups. She had me lift my arms up while she put it on me. "Now breathe deep!" she said before tugging on the laces, and I felt my stomach beginning to squeeze and it suddenly became hard to breathe. "Congratulations, you have a twenty-three inch waist!"

"Where did you get all of this?" I managed between shallow breaths.

"I told you, my parents collect stuff from shows, and I get to keep the things I like, now come with me we have to get you into your uniform." She led me by the hand downstairs into the main hall with all the costumes, after spending much time considering them, Samantha picked out one maid uniform from what seemed to be a whole rack of them. Then spending the same amount of time considering, she picked out a slip from a large pile. After handing me the slip she said "Put this on first, it'll make your skirt much nicer and it'll make you much more feminine looking." With her assistance I put on the lacey garment and she spent much time fluffing it out. "You wouldn't believe how cute you look! Now put on your dress or your mistress will be mad," Samantha said mockingly before handing me my uniform, a black satin dress with a short skirt and little puffy short sleeves, which along with the skirt, were trimmed with lace. A little white apron was attached to the front of the skirt. I put on the dress and Samantha tied it in the back, giving me a large white bow. Samantha took more photos. "Just a little extra insurance dear," she assured.

She then selected a wig from one of the many scattered wig heads, a long blonde one with bangs in the front and a single French braid that extended all the way to my mid-back. The braid was tied off with a drooping black satin bow. After some fussing she put it on my head. "Almost there sweetie, we're almost done!" Samantha crooned and led me to the bathroom again. There she sat me down on a stool and began to pluck my eyebrows with a vengeance.

"Ow! Ouch! That hurts!" I complained, trying to dodge her tweezers.

"You quit complaining Nicky or I'll pluck them so thin you'll look like a girl for months!" she threatened. I sat silently while she finished up before applying my makeup. When she was done with my makeup she led me back to her room and gave me some black high-heeled shoes with ankle straps. I put them on.

Click. Click.

"What was that?" I asked, worried even more so than I was now.

"Just two little locks, that way you don't fall out of your new shoes," Just as she said there were two locks on the buckles of the shoes, Samantha swung the key around on her little finger. "I think we're done, let's have a look shall we?" Samantha led me to the mirror in her closet; I tried to follow but could only manage a slow totter on what must have been five inch spike heels. It was then I saw myself in the mirror. My long hair framed my well made up face, which was on my 36-23-36 figure, and I sat perched on high heels in a tiny little, black and white maid's uniform with a petticoat peeking ever-so-slightly out of the bottom of the skirts. I was a dainty French maid.

"Can I please just go home?" I asked in one last fruitless attempt.

"No. Now remember you're a French maid my little dear, so you can't speak any English. All I want to hear out of you is 'Oui Oui Madame' or 'Non! Madame' do you understand that?" I nodded meekly. "Oh cheer up Nicky, it'll be fun for us… the thing is though Nick, you don't look like a Nick anymore. In fact I think you look too cute and dainty to even be called Nicole!" I felt tears well up in my eyes, it was just too much. "I think your new name should be Yvette! Yes that shall be your new name. You are now; Yvette, my obedient French maid! Do you understand?"

"Oui! Oui! Madame."

  

  

  

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