Maid On My Own Will

by Monica Graz

 

Chapter 7

Working For Another Mistress On Loan

 

"Now Millie, are you sure you understood everything I said?" Miss Jennifer was addressing me in a rather condescending manner.

"Yes Miss, I think I did" I answered back smiling with a slight impertinence.

Her expression stiffened and her tone of voice hardened as she said :

"Now listen to me Millie and listen carefully. I demand a more respectful tone of voice from a maid when she answers back, always followed by a slight curtsey. This has to become a second nature to you. Do you understand?"

I was blushing all over when this time I answered in a more humble manner, curtseying clumsily at the same time : "Yes Miss, I'm sorry Miss!"

"That's better Millie, but bear in mind that you have a long way to go in order to become an efficient maidservant and some deportment lessons would certainly help you.

I'll have a talk with your Mistress about that." She stopped, looked at her watch and said abruptly : " I better go now, Chris is waiting for me we have to go shopping. We will be back after lunch. Bye for now."

She left the kitchen quickly and I heard Chris' voice from the living room : "Bye Millie, be good and finish your chores, see you later." I started walking towards the front door to say good bye but they were out by the time I was there. Walking back I stopped in front of the hallway mirror. Millie, my new persona, looked back at me. Pink uniform dress, full white apron and cap, low heel shoes, slight make up the perfect picture of a working maid.

I went back to the kitchen and looked again at the list of chores Miss Jennifer left for me. I decided to have a cup of coffee before starting the cleaning. I sat down by the kitchen table with a mug of hot coffee in my hands. I looked at the hem of my dress and apron and felt strangely excited. Here I was sitting in the kitchen of a unknown house as the maid who was about to clean it. I realized what an unusual step that was, quite a demotion from the computer specialist's job indeed!

It was a bigger apartment than I expected, two bedrooms, large living room and kitchen, two bathrooms and lots of mess around. Miss Jennifer is definitely not the domestic type. It was hard work and by the time I was through with the list and looked at the kitchen clock it was three in the afternoon and I was starving. I made a quick sandwich with some stale bread and cheese, and another cup of coffee and parked by the kitchen table again.

As I was eating I realized that my maid's uniform was the only clothes I had! Chris rushed me out of the house immediately after breakfast allowing me to wear a light coat on top of my morning uniform dress and apron. She let me remove my cap and she asked me to pack a matching tabard to protect my white apron during messy jobs and that was all. God I felt vulnerable during our twenty minutes drive from our house to Miss Jennifer's block of flats. Fortunately it was Saturday morning and most people were not out in the streets yet.

But now I felt vulnerable again, where on earth were those two. It was getting late, they mentioned earlier that I was going to cook dinner but I had no instructions for that and what if some strange person starting ringing the door bell? I decided that I wasn't going to open. God I was feeling strange and my uniform was messy after all this morning work, normally I should have changed by now to my afternoon grey dress and half apron. Also I felt that I couldn't move out of the kitchen, like going to the living room and put the TV on, somehow I thought it inappropriate for my current status.

And then all of a sudden I heard the front door open and lots of noise and giggles. God they were back! I barely had time to stand on my feet adjusting my dishevelled dress and apron and they were standing in front of me by the kitchen door holding lots of parcels, all flashed and giggling. I managed to give an awkward curtsey saying demurely : " Hi ladies!"

"Hi maid Millie!" they said in a unison still giggling. Then I realized that they were quite drunk, probably after several glasses of chardonnay in a downtown little bistro. But they kept looking at me and I noticed that Jennifer's expression changed to a rather morose one. She turned to Chris who still had a silly smile and said : "Chris I think the maid will get the sack, look at her dress and apron, she looks dishevelled!"

I had my mouth open in disbelief when she turned back at me and nearly snarled : "You are damn untidy for a domestic Millie, I know you had lots of messy things to do, but you should have changed to your afternoon uniform by now."

I started answering in a rather indignant manner, feeling very hurt. I killed myself all morning doing the housework and this is the thank you I get? I even forgot my place and addressed her as Jennifer : "But Jennifer this is the only dress and apron I have and ....."

She didn't give me the chance to continue. She got all red and moved towards me with a speed that took me completely by surprise. Before I had the chance to protect myself she slapped me twice in the face in both cheeks! I lost my balance and nearly fell as I felt tears coming up.

"How dare you talking to your employer like this. You forgot your place completely girl! Get out of my sight this instant! Go and stand in the corner over there, facing the wall. Now"! She yelled at me.

I was totally confused and shattered. I managed to curtsey clumsily, whispering a 'yes Miss'. As I was scurrying towards the indicated corner I gave a side look to Chris. Her smile had gone and her face had a look of disbelief, but she wasn't going to interfere openly, as I was hoping. I had a terrible urge to run as far away as possible but then I remembered how I was dressed and ended up in the corner feeling miserable.

Then I heard Chris' voice as they moved out of the room : 'That was hard on him Jennifer...' and then I lost their voices.

I felt silly standing in the corner like a naughty child and yet I didn't dare to move even to get my watch, abandoned on a counter top at the other end of the kitchen. Gradually I calmed down and my shock and trembling was replaced by a sexual excitement! I looked down at my dress and apron and the feeling of helplessness combined with my attire excited me tremendously. I started thinking that probably Jennifer was right from the employer's point of view. I was a servant who talked back to her and this was unacceptable. I then realized that I had a long way to go in order to become a maid 'at heart' and learn to accept automatically my lower position in the household.

My thoughts interrupted abruptly by Chris. In her usual manner she came silently from the back and put her hands around my aproned waist whispering in my ear: "How is my little Millie doing? Recovered from the shock?"

I turned back to face her and she hugged me and kissed me passionately on the mouth. My sixth sense, that I started developing as a maid, told me that Chris wanted me to be informal so I said to her : "Oh Chris, I felt such a shock, frankly I didn't expect that, in particular after all that work I did in the apartment."

She looked at me sceptically and said : "I'm afraid darling this is a hard, but very real way to learn what it means to be a maid for someone, in particular for someone who is demanding and has a temper too." And a little drunk as well, I thought to myself. "And'" she continued, "we had a little discussion with Jennifer and we both agreed to forget the whole incident. So you can forget it as well. I can assure you that she is not the type who could bear you any grudge."

She changed her tone of voice abruptly to a formal one and said : "Now be a good girl and make some coffee for both of us." She thought for a moment, "I guess you can have one too but after you serve us. We will be sitting in the living room." And she left as quickly as she appeared. In the meantime I was saying my customary 'Yes Miss' with a small curtsey.

I served the coffee and I was waiting to be dismissed when Miss Jennifer said to me in a business like tone : "I bought some working clothes for you Millie. We talked it over with your Mistress and she agrees with me. Since you are going to work for me on a regular basis, incidentally we decided with Chris twice a week, Tuesdays and Fridays, you can have your working clothes kept here." She paused for a minute to have a sip of her coffee. Well, that's news for me! Chris didn't mention anything, obviously that was decided during their lunch. Miss Jennifer continued : "You realize of course that if you had your uniforms in this house we would have avoided the unfortunate scene before." I think that was her own way to say to me 'I'm sorry'.

I looked at her, slightly blushing, but she kept talking undisturbed : "Take all those parcels standing in that corner over there and go and unpack then in the small guest room. You can put them in the closet there and you can use that room to change when you work in this apartment. And change to a grey dress and half apron before you report back to me. You can go now."

I thanked her with a deep curtsey and started picking the parcels, feeling again terribly excited. As I was going she said in a nicer voice : "And Millie, thank you for the work you did today, the apartment looks great."

I blushed again as I was moving out. I saw Chris smiling happily at me. Miss Jennifer isn't that bad after all I thought, as I started unpacking my new possessions. Two plain polycotton shirtwaist type working dresses, one pink, one blue, with matching large working aprons. The aprons were made of checked gingham with plain frills to match the dresses, quite fancy indeed. The grey front zip dress and frilly half white apron were similar to the one I possessed already. There was also a frilly white cap and head checked gingham triangles for the morning uniforms. Obviously Miss Jennifer had another source for domestic outfits, because they were quite different from the ones Chris bought in Mrs. Goodwin shop. I hurriedly changed to my grey dress and half apron and presented myself back to the living room.

I immediately realized that I made a 'fault pas' by entering without knocking. Chris and Jennifer were sitting in the same couch holding hands and talking to each other like two lovers! They both were startled and Chris became all red. Miss Jennifer though kept her cool and turned to me looking very annoyed : "You do realize of course Millie that it is highly inappropriate for a servant to come in a room, any room for that matter, without knocking. Am I right if I punish you again?"

I became all red in my turn and I started apologizing and curtseying at the same time : "I am ever so sorry Miss, I simply forgot, I was so happy with my new dress that I was rushing in to thank you for your generosity." I said that so truthfully that she mellowed and looking first at Chris and then back at me said with a faint smile : "You are forgiven this time, but next time you do it you are going back to stand in the corner for half an hour." She stopped to look at my dress and apron, she asked me to turn to check my bow in the back, she said that I should try harder tying it evenly and then she asked Chris in a relaxed manner : "How about some light dinner darling, are you getting a bit peckish?"

Chris who regained her composure in the meantime looked at her rather adoringly and said happily : "As a matter of fact I am a bit hungry, how about a nice salad and some soft drink, frankly I can't have any more wine, I still have a slight hangover from this afternoon's feast."

Miss Jennifer turned to me and started giving orders : "Now Millie you heard your Mistress, a light salad will be fine. Go to the fridge and use your imagination with what ever you find,. a good maid should be a good improvising cook as well. We'll eat in 45 minutes."

I started to leave with the customary 'Yes Miss' and curtsey but Miss Jennifer's voice stopped me : "And Millie try to protect you new uniform, use one of your new working aprons when you prepare the food"

I did use my imagination indeed, because there wasn't enough in the house and I managed to produce a rice, tuna and mayonnaise salad that pleased them both. As I was eating later in the kitchen I kept thinking about the hand holding and the looks between Chris and Jennifer. Was something developing there? I never thought that Chris had any lesbian inclinations, but yet again I didn't know her that long. I probably should be upset, but for some reason I wasn't, in fact the thought of those two having erotic tendencies for each other some how excited me. I am sure Chris was going to discuss it later tonight.

We departed about eight o'clock. I was back in my morning uniform of course since I didn't have any other clothes to wear, but I wasn't that worried as Chris drove us back. It was already dark and all sorts of other thoughts were going through my mind. God, what a day!

Once more Chris said she was tired and asked me to sleep in the spare room, but I was tired too and we had all day tomorrow for discussions and explanations. Tomorrow was Sunday, the only day of the week that Chris was a complete slob, refusing to move out of the house.

 

Chapter 8

Sunday Of Leisure

 

I woke up to the sound of church bells. I looked at the small clock next to the bed, it was 8 o'clock. I liked the sound of bells every Sunday, that Roman Catholic church not far from the house reminded me of my childhood. I felt my cotton nightie around my body and the bra that I refused to remove last night. The slightly restricted feeling of the bra around my upper body sent a wave a pleasure through me. I started remembering things form the last few days and my excitement grew. I better get up before I become too excited I thought and I jumped out of bed.

I was tempted to put my maid's clothes on but then I decided against it. I better have a serious talk with Chris first. Being Millie the maid doesn't really help to assert myself. But I kept my nightie on. Obviously Chris was still asleep. I went to the kitchen to start breakfast and automatically I tied firmly around my waist one of my 'housewifely' aprons.

I had my coffee and cereal and decided to wake up Chris with breakfast in bed. I carried the tray with fresh orange juice, strong coffee and cereal and decided to enter without knocking at the door, what the hell I wasn't the maid at the moment.

I woke her up with a kiss, she smiled and then opened her eyes : "Good morning my sleeping beauty I told her half jokingly, breakfast is served". She looked at me and then at the tray and smiled warmly : "Good morning my Robin, look at your housewifely appearance today, did you give Millie the day off?"

I answered in a mischievous manner : "Of course darling, she deserves a day off, Miss Jennifer exhausted her yesterday".

She answered back equally mischievously : "It is only because is Sunday that I agree for Millie to take her day off, tomorrow I expect her up bright and early, morning uniform on, ready to attack the house".

I looked at her, she really meant what she said, she made it clear that it wasn't up to me to decide if I was going to be Millie or not. That was certainly a change of attitude from her earlier declarations of the type 'you can go back being Robin anytime you feel like'. I decided not to say anything and I was waiting for her to start talking about yesterday's events. She certainly did after her first sip of coffee.

"You probably guessed that I offered your services to Jennifer twice a week, Tuesdays and Fridays. I realized that there is not enough work in this house to keep you busy everyday all day, six days a week, I think three days is enough to keep this house clean and tidy and do all your other chores. Of course I expect you to have somehow a dinner organized everyday, it's up to you if you cook everyday, or you can prepare things in advance and freeze them, but I expect a warm meal every evening."

I looked at her totally puzzled : "Now just a minute Chris, it seems that you organized my whole week without thinking about my free lancing work, I have some contracts still going and I am not certain that I want to completely stop working as a computer specialist. "

She softened and looked at me in a loving manner that puzzled me even more, I was expecting some sort of fight. She spoke softly as she started caressing my hand : "Now Robin darling you like what you are doing, am I right? You like being the maid wearing a neat uniform dress and apron and cap and curtsy and answer back a prompt 'yes Miss', am I right? And you like to stop thinking about boring computer programs and fight with real sharks out there, am I right again?" She stopped and looked at me. The way she was talking was exciting for me. I lowered my eyes and said in a small voice : "Yes this is true."

"Then stop this inner fighting and let yourself express freely. You must consider yourself very lucky that you have an understanding partner, make the most of it". She stopped for a minute to take a sip of her coffee and continued : "But of course you have to honour your current obligations and finish them properly, but don't take anything new. How long you thing it will take you to be out of your going projects?"

I thought for a moment and said : "By coincidence I am not that busy at the moment,. probably in a week's time I can finish my two going projects. Then I probably can say that I will take a long leave to go overseas."

She clapped her hands happily : "That's an excellent idea. So I'll tell Jennifer that next week you will be going there to work on Saturday like yesterday and you can stay all week home and finish your projects in combinations with your house duties of course. I expect an excellent work from Millie and I can assure you that I can get as demanding and nasty as Jennifer if needed".

She said this last sentence in a rather strong manner that made me quite uneasy. I looked at her for some sympathy and of course she softened again and said mildly : "But you are not going to disappoint Miss Christina with you work, are you Millie?"

I looked at her seriously, stood up from the bed and half smiling I picked the edges of my nightie and apron and curtseyed respectfully telling : "Of course not Miss Christina, I am going to be a very good maid!"

She clapped again happily and asked me to join her in bed . I removed the breakfast tray and parked happily next to her. She started caressing me and felt my bra : "You naughty girl, you still have your bra on?" she said in a mockingly strict manner. "But we have to improve you breasts, you can't be a flat chest girl now can you? Would you like me to get you some proper breast forms that you can insert inside you bra, then you will feel more feminine, would you like that?"

I had an instant erection and of course she understood instantly. My apron front was too up right. I whispered to her : "Yes Chris, please get me some breast forms, I' d love to be more feminine."

She started caressing my erection now : "But if I get you breast forms I would like you more feminine in general. How about fix you hair in a more feminine manner and probably pierce your ears and insert some gold slippers and shape your eyebrows a bit, would you like that?"

"Oh yes please, I would love that, I would love to become more girlish. Oh Chris you excite me so much!"

She was getting excited as well, because she had me on my back in no time, lifted my nightie and apron and mounted me. Her eyes were hazy now as she kept talking to me : "But once you become more girlish I might decide to keep you permanently as my maid and probably I'll never let you being Robin again, You will be Millie my maid and Jennifer's maid to look after us and be good and obedient to both of us and look after both our houses and probably serve to dinner parties dressed in a lovely black and white uniform."

We both reached climax simultaneously in an explosion of little cries of joy!

Chapter 9

And Sunday Of Changes

 

Sunday proved to be a long and unusual day for both of us. After our intense love making we both went through an anticlimax. Chris parked in the living room with her coffee and Sunday paper and I started tidying up the house. I stayed out of my maid's clothes, it was officially my day off after all, but I felt somehow uncomfortable wearing my old T-shirt and pants. Obviously my persistence to wear my panties and bra underneath plus my apron didn't make me feel any better.

I was in what I considered as my room now, tidying up, when all of a sudden Chris appeared to the door frame loaded with clothes. She came right in and threw everything on the freshly made bed. I looked at her puzzled and she gave me a broad smile. She went immediately to the point in her usual manner : "I realized that you need some proper clothes.

I mean proper girl's clothes. I don't want to see you again in the house wearing your shabby male clothes. It will be from now on either your maid's uniforms or some simple feminine items like a blouse and skirt or a housedress. No pants for you until you become natural in wearing skirts. Then we can consider some feminine pants."

 

"But where did you find all those clothes?" I asked in an innocent manner, though I was getting quite excited again.

"Old things of mine" she said simply. "You never saw them before because I haven't use them since we met. I used to be a few pounds heavier and they are loose to my body. Also they are 'out of character' for my current style. Being in that sort of high powered job I had to adapt my wardrobe, you know the kind of clothes I wear now, business suits, tailored jackets etc."

She stopped waiting for a comment but I stayed quiet looking first at her and then at the clothes' bundle. She looked at me and continued : "And consider yourself lucky, because I was going to give them to Amelia but she left abruptly as you remember, so there you are. Aren't you going to look at them?" She said rather accusingly, as if I wasn't grateful enough.

I blushed in my usual manner - I wish I could stop blushing so easily - and rushed and hugged her in a warm manner thanking her at the same time. She hugged me too and feeling my bra she played with the straps pulling them jokingly. "You love your bra Robin, don't you. I didn't forget what I told you earlier, tomorrow I am getting for you some breast forms plus some other personal items."

Full of excitement I started looking at the clothes, it was like a small treasure for me, but she stopped me as if she suddenly had a thought : "I have a better idea Robin, let's go a step further and try and make you more feminine". She stopped and rushed to the main bathroom obviously to check something. She came back in seconds and said in a firm manner :

"Now listen to me carefully.." and she gave me instructions how to have a bath, using a depilatory cream to remove what little hair I had on my body. Then wash and rinse my longish hair and shave very closely whatever thin and fine hair constituted my practically not existing beard.

I was for the first time seriously alarmed when she started plucking my eyebrows. All of a sudden I realized that this was an irreversible change on my features. I started protesting by raising my hands in order to stop her : "Please Chris don't do that, it will be very obvious, I'll be embarrassed in public."

She reacted in an really annoyed manner : "Now listen to me Robin, you started this on your own will and you certainly enjoyed yourself so far, but you probably didn't realize that your change of status in this house, totally willingly as we both know, triggered new emotions to me as well." She stopped to look at me severely. For the first time I saw a different Chris, her face features hardened considerably and her steady gaze was deadly serious. I had to lower my eyes, as an uneasy feeling was developing on me. I certainly was full of ears now.

She knew that she had my full attention now and continued : "You see Robin I am afraid I changed my mind and what I kept telling you before is not valid anymore. It is as simple as that, either you stay in this house on my own conditions and do exactly as I tell you, or you pack and go, of course I can't keep you here as a prisoner."

By now I was in a state of chock. My mind was racing like crazy. God, how she could do that to me. But in the other hand I am to blame as well. Didn't I open the bag of worms myself? Didn't I insist on numerous occasions to be a docile and compliant servant? I must have looked terrible because she softened a bit and said : "Now darling don't look so upset let me finish first and then you can tell me what you think."

That last phrase calmed me down a bit and Chris became serious again : "The last few days my inner feelings and emotions are in turmoil as well. I am particularly fond of Jennifer, you must have noticed that by now, frankly I don't know how that will develop, she is fond of me too. You know that she had a hard time during her last relationship and she wants to stay away from men and in particular from married men, for the time being anyway. We get on well and we have lots of fun together."

I spontaneously asked somehow persistently: "What is the meaning of this Chris? That you are about to have a serious affair with Jennifer? And where do I fit in? Am I not your partner anymore?"

She kept her calm and continued : "Slow down Robin, you are asking too many questions. I told you before I don't know how this relation with Jennifer will develop, it's too early to say, but I do know now how I feel about you and what I see as a solution. God this is getting too serious, I think I need a drink, go and get me a glass of white wine and get one for you as well, if you want too".

I rushed to the kitchen in a half naked condition, my hair still wrapped in a towel, wearing still my nightie. I couldn't stop thinking that even in the middle of a serious conversation she treated me as a servant.

I came back with two glasses of white wine in a tray. She had a generous sip and continued : "Robin, if you are going to stay in this house you will stay as Millie my maid on a permanent basis I am afraid. No more masculine clothes for you and no more outside contacts as Robin after of course you finish, this coming week, your open computer contracts. You have to disconnect completely from your previous world. I know this is a rather hard decision for you, but in the other hand I know that you were a rather lonely person when I met you, not any closed friends and no family apart form some distant cousins in other parts of the country."

She had another sip and I must admit I was going quickly through my glass as well. That was too much to digest so quickly. She continued more certain for herself now, as if the decision was definite in her head : "Yes, I want you to be a convincing maid. I know it is not that simple to transform you to a woman overnight but your features are soft, your hands are small and you have great legs, so it's not as hard as it would be with a more masculine male. We have to work with your hair, probably a conservative wig to begin with and with your voice which is a more difficult issue. The breast forms will improve your upper figure but you must go on a diet too, I think you have to loose about 15 to 20 pounds to be more comfortable with your new body." She stopped and looked at me : "Am I going too fast for you? I have to tell everything and have it out of my system, I have been forming in my head for sometime now this small speech."

"Jesus!" I said in an admiring voice : "It's not accidental that your are a top lawyer. It is true, you fire like a repetitive gun. Of course it is too much to digest. My whole life is going to change drastically and though I like my maid's status in this house I still feel insecure, I'll be totally dependant on you, no money of my own, no real work, what if I do change my mind in a few weeks, or a few months."

"Ah! I thought of that!" She announced as if she was expecting my reaction : "I don't approve of slave labour, it was abolished in this country more than a century ago. So I'll draw a proper Work Contract for you. You will be officially employed in this house as the live in maid and will be paid the standard wages for domestics. You will have your social security number and card. So you will certainly have enough money for your day to day expenses, your board and working uniforms will be paid by me of course. And then you will certainly have the occasional bonus or my old clothes or Miss Jennifer's for that matter. This is one of the reasons you have to loose some weight. Then our cast offs will fit you better."

She stopped again to give me the chance to digest what she just said. I looked at her questioningly : "And do you expect me to start going out dressed as a woman?"

"Eventually yes!" she said in a firm voice : "I expect you to be able to do that as soon as I think that you are convincing enough. After all you have to do the shopping and other errands as all maids do." She sensed again my rising anxiety and continued in a calmer voice : "But don't worry. We will not rush anything, you will go out when you feel comfortable enough and when I will be convinced that you can successfully pass."

We both had another sip of our drinks and she looked at me questioningly : "What do you think Robin, are you prepared for that change?"

I was full of emotions, I was also slightly confused, but I knew that much, it was 'a take it or leave it' offer and nothing in between. I had to stay on Chris' terms or simply pack my clothes and go. I raised my glass in a 'cheers' mode and Chris did the same. I simply said in a rather small voice : "So be it Chris. Lets drink to the good health of your new maid Millie!" And we clinked our glasses and hugged each other for a long time.

  

  

  

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