The Maid Will…

by

Karen Anne Summerfield

© October 2003

 

Part II

Maid Mandi Is Bait

  

I was treated to a pleasant dinner and the topic changed to my job.

"In the time you've been working for me, I've noticed that you've made some progress learning your job, but I want you to know that I'm not satisfied with how well you do your chores, Mandi. You are going to have to work much harder." I thought I'd been doing a good job and, until then, she hadn't found more than a few minor matters to criticize.

"It is not that you are failing to accomplish much of what I've assigned, Mandi, it is that you are not doing your chores properly." Mademoiselle paused to stare at me.

"Please explain what more you would like so I might please you, Mademoiselle." She gave me a small smile.

"The kitchen floor could be much cleaner each morning. Lately I've noted that dirt has been accumulating in the corners and you've not scrubbed it since your arrival.

"In my bathroom there is soap film building up on the shower doors and you are not drying all of the surfaces. You can hardly call the corners on my bed neat or the sheets tight enough, though they are much better than your own bed.

"Then you've not shown me much in the way of initiative." Again she paused to stare. I kept quiet. "I should not have to tell you what chores require the maid's attention beyond the repetitive ones, should I?

"Too often I've noticed that all of the wastebaskets are not emptied daily.

"Perhaps what you need is an incentive to do much better," I didn't feel comfortable with the way she grinned at me.

"Put your gloves back on; we'll be going."

It was just as cold outside, but at least the wind had died somewhat as we walked the few blocks to Union Station.

We made the train ride and then the cab back to her home in total silence after I was told to be quiet and think about doing my job properly. She sent to my room and told to go to bed.

Her final words before I was dismissed were, "Starting in the morning, there will be changes to provide you with incentives to do better." That seemed ominous, but I couldn't guess where they would lead.

For the first time since my arrival, Mademoiselle was fully dressed and sitting in the kitchen sipping coffee when I came into the kitchen to have my breakfast at ten after six before going on duty.

"Good morning, Mademoiselle," I curtseyed.

"Remove your panties and turn around," she ordered, "with your hands behind." Cold steel ratcheted about my wrists. My ankles were circled with leather and cuffed next.

"I've fixed your morning meal. It's on the floor by the rear door. Eat. When you've finished, stand by the refrigerator and I'll tell you the incentive program I've thought up for you." Despite my tight chastity belt, I started to become aroused, but it negated any satisfaction, instead it was very uncomfortable.

There were two bowls there; the largest was filled with water and other a small one of grapefruit juice. Between them was a poached egg, directly on the dirty tiles. "If you spill, be sure to lick it up and lick your plate clean. That will remind you how clean I expect this floor. You may look forward to taking all of your meals as you are now, Mandi." My situation would get worse.

When I stood again, I began to learn how much worse.

"Until you demonstrate the degree of performance that I require from my maid, you will not have any time off. Also, your hours will now be from five thirty in the morning until ten at night. You may only use the toilet before you come on duty then at nine, noon, three and six PM and after you are dismissed for the day. Except to you use the toilet, you will not sit; you will stand or kneel when on duty.

"The hot water to the maid's quarters will be shut off.

"Since properly making a bed is one area requiring improvement, I'll provide you with a reminder. Before you are dismissed tonight, you will have removed the bed and mattress from the maid's quarters and store them in the garage along with the stool and chair. You may retain the pillow and one blanket.

"I'll tell you more later. Come over and I'll remove the handcuffs.

"I also do not expect to hear you speak – save your energy for work. I'll give you a nice uncomfortable gag to wear between meals if that becomes necessary.

She slapped my leg hard. "Get to work."

I didn't hear her leave, but found I was alone in the house after I'd cleaned up the kitchen and washed the floor on my knees; the mop I'd been using was not where I'd left it. I paid extra attention to the area that was going to be my plate.

While the chain connecting my ankles limited my steps to less than sixteen inches, it didn't encumber me that much. What bothered me far more - was my new jewelry, especially the ring and the damn chastity belt. It didn't chafe or pinch, but it hurt if I even began to become erect and achieving a full erection was impossible.

My corset and the six-inch heels I was required to wear with my pale gray uniform made bending to make Mademoiselle's bed difficult. It took me at least twenty minutes to be satisfied with how well I'd done the task.

By noon, I'd managed to only finish cleaning her suite as best that I could and start a load of laundry. It was very tiring work.

I have to change uniforms at noon and again at four thirty. My morning uniform requires sheer white stockings while I wear beige ones in the afternoon and black in the evening. Luckily, the ankle cuffs were just loose enough to allow me to change them when it was time to put on a different uniform.

My contract had specified that, 'The maid will be feed twice a day'. I was hungry. Snacks were forbidden.

Hanging the laundry outside started my afternoon. The best plan I could think of was to concentrate on thoroughly cleaning one room at a time rather than doing only the minimum in several of them. The dining room was where I started.

"Good evening, Mademoiselle," I curtseyed when she returned after five o'clock.

"Mandi," was all she said then went to the kitchen. After looking at the meal I'd prepared she said, "I'll dine at seven and feed you after. Return to your chores and inform me when my meal is ready."

She looked about the kitchen again then left.

Conversation between us was nonexistent for the following two months. Mademoiselle would give me only minimum orders such as telling me when or what she desired and that was about it. Nothing changed for me and my conditions didn't improve. The ankle restraint was a constant and I slept on the floor in my room at night only to return chores at five-thirty the following morning. I even lost track of what day of the week it was.

What did improve was my figure with the strict diet I was on and being constantly tight-laced along with the exercise of working at least fourteen hours a day, seven days a week. My endurance was better and I was able to accomplish more chores by doing them more efficiently.

"Mandi, when was the last time you washed all the windows both inside and out?" Mademoiselle pointedly asked one morning.

"I've never washed the outside of the windows, Mademoiselle," I had to answer honestly.

"Do you think that my maid should be excused from doing them?"

"No, Mademoiselle, your maid should do the windows."

"Very well. I'm pleased that we have no misunderstanding regarding that monthly chore." She left the kitchen without another word and several minutes later, I heard her car depart.

Happy, hardly described my situation. There was no fun in any of this. I'd been there ten weeks and had a bank balance $376.83, but I'd not been given any opportunity to spend it.

Without neglecting any of my other chores, it took me three days to finish washing all of the widows and these had to be the hottest days of the year with temperatures in the high thirties and a humidity of ninety plus percent.

Mademoiselle was waiting in my bedroom when I emerged from the bathroom after taking a brief, cold shower.

"You are supposed to be doing chores, Mandi, not playing in the shower!" she snapped.

"I wasn't playing in the shower, damn it!" I screamed at her and was rewarded with a slap in the face, so hard it sent me to the floor.

"How dare you use that tone and swear at me! You ungrateful bitch!"

Crying and sobbing, I managed to sit. My situation was hopeless!

"Stop your bawling, girl! Make yourself presentable in your parlour maid's uniform and report to me in my den in thirty minutes!" She slammed the door so hard the house shook.

I had to hurry to get dressed, fix my hair and apply my makeup. Of course, because of my ankle cuffs I couldn't wear the pantellettes.

"You may begin with an apology and then a suggestion how I should punish you for your impudence, Mandi." Her voice had a razor edge.

"I apologize for losing my temper and yelling, Mademoiselle. I was wrong to swear."

"Curtsey when you apologize!" Mademoiselle was very angry. I dipped deeply to her and kept my eyes lowered.

"And how do you suggest you be punished."

I was not given the opportunity to answer. "Our agreement, even before you signed your contract, was for me to accept you as my live-in maid. I told you that if I accepted you, you practically begged me to make it as real as possible with certain conditions. Most all other maids do not wear makeup here; they are not permitted to. They also do not have pretty uniforms like those I provided for you. You requested these as conditions you desired and I fulfilled that part of our agreement, as I too, happen to like my maid to be as attractive as possible.

"The chores you have to perform are not any different from the chores other maids must do. In fact you have things much easier; there are no pets, no infants or children requiring your attention and there are no sick and elderly you must nurse. Many other maids have those chores to perform as well as doing the things I require from you.

"You are paid exactly the same as almost all other registered maids. The hours you are worked and other conditions are the same, if not better. If you do not believe me, I will arrange to loan you to a Chinese family, a good friend of mine knows near Vancouver. Mrs. Yu has an English girl as her maid.

"Brenda was required to learn to speak and write Mandarin and is forbidden to communicate in any other language, even with another maid. Mr. Yu beat her with a cane until she learned to do it properly.

"Their maid sleeps in a kennel with their four dogs." Mademoiselle stood and picked up a tray from her desk. On it was a pitcher and a martini glass, which she filled.

"Hold this with your left hand." The tray was set on my fingertips when I raised my hand. "Place your right hand behind you in the bow of your apron." Mademoiselle pulled on the tie to tighten the bow about my wrist.

"I've no delusions that you can't free yourself, Mandi, but do not. Your assignment for the rest of the afternoon is to do nothing but stand there just as you are holding that tray. I will talk to you more later." She walked from the room and closed the door quietly.

My first thoughts were that she couldn't do this too me, but remembering our contract and all that it contained regarding the maid being disrespectful, disobedient, not performing her chores and any sort of criminal activities then the articles relating to her available options, I knew that I was not in a position to quit or do much else without my employer's agreement.

Something else came to mind. At several locations in the Royal Canadian Maid Registration Ministry building in Toronto there were large posters that said, 'A Maid's Contract is Legally Binding. Having a dispute? Let the RCMRM resolve it'. There was another that I remembered posted there – 'Remember ~ A Contract Foreign Domestic Service Worker is NOT a Second-Class Citizen'.

Originally I hadn't given that much thought, but I interpreted it differently based on everything I'd experienced since becoming one. The poster meant that not only was I not a second-class citizen, I wasn't a citizen of any class. My rights, if I had any at all, were limited to those granted by my employer and the RCMRM!

My arm ached, I wanted to set the tray down long before the clock was striking eight that evening. Mademoiselle placed the cane in her hand under her arm then removed tray and set in on her desk. "Put your other hand in your bow, Mandi." She tightened it and the other one.

"Now I will talk to you." She sat at her desk and placed the cane in front of her. From a drawer I watched her take out our contract and then a thick manual

"This is the, Laws and Regulations Regarding Foreign Domestic Service Workers, Mandi." I was shown the cover. She paged through the contract and began to read aloud.

"The maid will do all of the cleaning.

"The maid will do the laundry, including washing, drying, ironing, minor repairs and putting it away in the proper places.

"The maid will make up the rooms.

"The maid will prepare, cook and serve meals.

She turned pages then continued reading, "The maid will perform all of her chores to the satisfaction of the mistress.

"The maid will present a neat, well groomed and attractive appearance at all times and wear uniforms and accessorizes as the mistress deems appropriate.

"The maid will be polite, submissive and demure at all times to mistress and others.

"The maid will not be argumentative and will conduct herself in a submissive manner.

She closed the contract and opened the law book. "I'm going to the section that specifically deals with the regulations pertaining to maids, Mandi.

"Here were are. 'Disputes Between Contract Holders and Maids'.

"The maids will abide by the letter of their contracts.

"When a maid fails to abide by her contract or perform in a satisfactory manner, contract holders have the right to punish their maids in any manner they determine is appropriate for any and all offenses.

"Methods of punishments may include any or all of the following methods as appropriate

"Whipping with a leather whip or cane certified by the RCMRM for use on maids, bondage, confinement, withholding time off or free days, public embarrassment and/or humiliation and the assignment of extra chores are all approved methods of punishment.

"Contract holders are expressly forbidden from causing death or permanent injury, causing illness - either acute or chronic, or withholding or delaying the maid's pay below the minimum established weekly maid's wage rate.

"Quote. When a dispute arises between a contract holder and a maid and the parties cannot reach a resolution, either party may petition the RCMRM to resolve the matter. The maid is assumed wrong or guilty until she proves to the satisfaction of the RCMRM Resolution Bureau that she is not. The decision of the RCMRM Resolution Bureau is final and not subject to appeal by either party. Unquote." Mademoiselle closed the book and pushed it aside.

"Is the law governing your contract clear to you, Mandi? Is there any part of the law that you would like further explained to you so you have a complete understanding of it?"

"It is clear, Mademoiselle. I require no further explanation. Thank you, Mademoiselle."

"Do you dispute that you are guilty of violating your contract, Mandi, on several points and have failed to perform all items of it in a satisfactory fashion?"

I was feeling ill.

"I have no dispute that I violated my contract and have not completely performed in a satisfactory manner, Mademoiselle."

"Do you wish to take this matter to be resolved before the RCMRM Resolution Bureau at this time?"

"No, Mademoiselle."

"Be advised that if you wish to, for any reason, after you have been punished you have the right to take it to the RCMRM Resolution Bureau."

"Thank you, Mademoiselle."

With her cane under her arm again, my mistress released my hands and fluffed out my bow.

'Raise your skirt and petticoats above your waist then bend forward holding them up." Her hand pressed my lower back further down when I leaned forward.

"Your punishment is twelve strokes, however I will only give you half and hold the other six in reserve. If your performance for the next month does not warrant further punishment, they will be canceled."

I was totally unprepared for the first blow on my upraised derriere. Nothing had ever hurt so much!

Tears streaming from my eyes, I was sent to my room for the night.

*****

"I've been notified that you are required to report to the RCMRM tomorrow for your required quarterly pregnancy test, Mandi," Mademoiselle informed me while I stood waiting to attend her needs after placing her evening meal on the table.

"As I have seen a marked improvement in the performance and in your attention to your chores, I've decided to give you a little treat by allowing you to go by yourself.

"Do you remember how to get there?"

"Yes, Mademoiselle," I was elated that I'd finally have a break from the drudgery of my job.

"Your test will only take fifteen minutes or so. They will also inspect your jewelry and make the ring permanent. It is my understanding that they open your chastity belt for cleaning and inspection also.

"For these services, seventy-five dollars will be deducted from your account, so do not be surprised. The RCMRM is totally funded by the maids and I do not want a repeat of the unpleasant circumstances we had the first time we were there regarding their charges. I am not going to pay twice their charges because of their fee deductions and there is no way for the maid or her mistress to pay in cash. You were informed that they highly discourage maids from carrying cash.

"Your appointment is at eleven, which will provide you with sufficient time to perform your morning chores and change before you take the GO train to Toronto.

"I require you to return here no later than ten o'clock." She paused to smile at me. "What you do in Toronto for the rest of the afternoon and evening is up to you. You may consider it your day off."

"Thank you, Mademoiselle." I curtseyed.

"One more thing, Mandi, even though it will be your day off, you'll have to wear a uniform; which one I don't care. It's a requirement by the RCMRM that all maids reporting there for testing be in full uniform.

I was quite excited by the opportunity for time off as I did my chores the next morning. I'd decided to wear one of my afternoon uniforms. Though short, these are the most conservative ones in the livery that my mistress had provided. The dresses are medium weight polished cotton with three-quarter length sleeves and fingertip-length moderately full skirts.

When I'd completed my chores, I put on the black dress and zipped it up in back. With it, I wear a crinoline petticoat, a ruffle trimmed bib apron that is stiffly starched and matching headpiece. There are white cuffs on the sleeves and a pointed white collar.

"Mademoiselle, I'm ready to leave." I curtseyed.

"Very well, Mandi. No later than ten remember."

"Mademoiselle, may I please have my ankle chain removed?" I believed I could at least ask.

"That will be all, Mandi. I believe the taxi just stopped out front."

"Yes, Mademoiselle." Even though she had ignored my request, I didn't let it suppress my good mode.

"Good morning," I greeted the driver after seating in back. "Train station please?"

"Mornin'. Are you traveling alone, maid?"

"Yes, I am."

"I must have your debit card." With difficulty, because I was sitting on my petticoat, I took it out and gave it to him.

He placed it in the meter and put the cab in gear.

I had to use it again to purchase my train ticket and kept it in my small purse until I had.

As expected, I put on a show when I lifted my skirts to return the card to its holder on the back of my chastity belt. I couldn't do anything without my card while out and felt it was much safer carrying it in its proper place then risk having my purse snatched.

I knew others stared at me, but I just ignored them. There was nothing unusual about a uniformed maid out in public, so I was sure it was because of my chain and there was nothing I could do about that. After having worn it continuously for months, I no longer gave it much thought. The six-inch pumps I was wearing restricted my steps almost as much as the ankle cuffs did.

Even though it was July, it was a gorgeous day and too hot and humid. I enjoyed the walk to the RCMRM building.

"Good morning, my name is Christi, how may I assist you this morning, maid." She had curtseyed to me and checked my jewelry as I curtseyed to her.

"Good morning. I'm Maid Mandi, 48297667ONT. I'm reporting for my pregnancy test."

"Very good, I need your ID, please?" I took it out so she could scan it. Christi read the screen.

"May I see your ring please?" I raised my hand. "You are also scheduled for this to be made permanent. I can bet you'll be glad to get rid of those balls; I certainly was when they welded mine."

"This way, Mandi." Christi accompanied me to the clinic area.

"Maid Mandi, quarterly pregnancy test." She handed my card to the nurse on duty.

"Hi, Mandi. This will only take a second." My left sleeve was pushed up and a vial of blood drawn from my arm. "We need a urine sample too."

Being familiar with the routine of them witnessing that I didn't cheat; I was not embarrassed as I'd been the first time.

"That's it. Just so you are aware, the samples are also tested for hormone levels so your daily dosage can be adjusted as required.

"Have you noticed any symptoms yet from the daily dosage, Mandi?"

"No, nothing yet." She entered something into the keyboard and returned my card to Christi.

"A few words of advice. Your samples are also being tested for prohibited substances. You'll be arrested if they ever test positive," Christi whispered when the elevator door closed.

The room where I was taken had several stalls. "You'll like this part, but you don't get to watch. Back in and raise your hands in the cut outs." The stall was fitted with a horizontal pillory in the upper potion. Once I was in place, Christi slid in the front half, locking my wrists in place and enclosing my head in a black box.

"May I know what you're doing?" I asked when I felt my skirt and petticoat raised then pinned up.

"Sure. Another attendant is going to open your CB, inspect and clean you there then a machine will bring you to orgasm. It's not really that much fun, but it sure beats nothing." My belt fell open and the shield lifted so the tube could be slid off.

Latex covered fingers manipulated my sex then it was covered with a lotion that burned slightly. It was rubbed in, left for several minutes then wiped off. By then I was rock hard and fully erect. I wanted to cum badly.

Something was slipped over my penis and a powerful suction drew me further in. The suction began to pulsate and a powerful vibration started. I ejaculated within seconds. As soon as I was empty, I was jolted with a powerful shock that caused me to scream; as badly as it hurt.

The attendant quickly cleaned me off and had everything locked up again.

Christi and I entered a small workshop and I was introduced again. The girl smiled.

"Any problems with any of your jewelry, Mandi?" she asked.

"No, they've healed fine. My eyebrow fitting is a major annoyance though."

"You're not the first to state that. I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do about it.

"Stick your left hand through here, please?"

The girl pointed to an opening in a freestanding wall. "The light from my tools would hurt your eyes, that's why you can't watch." She went behind the screen.

"I'm going to bend your fingers and clamp them. It may hurt a little, but this won't take long." I could feel her doing just as she'd said. I then sensed the vibration and heard her grinder. There were two flashes of bright blue light followed by her high-speed tool again.

"All done, Mandi, you can have your hand back again."

Even when I looked close up, I couldn't tell where the pin was on the polished silver surface.

"We just need your final report," Christi said. She read the screen. "Pregnancy, negative, prohibited substances negative. I don't know how to interpret your hormone stuff, but if a change is needed, they'll adjust your next refill."

My card was returned to me. "All done for today. See you in three months. Your employer will be notified when to produce you."

I walked north Yonge Street until I found a nice looking pub. Inside I was greeted warmly and seated by the waitress. At the time, I was still eating all my meals off the kitchen floor with my hands cuffed behind, so it felt really nice to be seated at a table for the first time in months.

I ordered a pint of cider and looked over the menu at the offerings. The first sip of the cold beverage was delicious.

"Hello," a woman perhaps in her early to mid-thirties sat across from me without being invited. "Does your contract permit you to drink alcohol, maid." The brunette was very attractive and dressed in an expensive white suit.

"Hello. My contract is not a matter of your concern." I was calm, but resented her intrusion.

"On that you are wrong." She withdrew a wallet from her purse and opened it so I could see her badge and identity card. "Sergeant Heidi Mahler, Maid Police.

"Please. May I see your identification?" I stood and took it from its holder. "May I see you lip tattoo please?" I curled my upper lip back with my finger and she compared the number tattooed there with the one on my card.

"This won't take long." She had a small hand held computer in her purse and inserted my card into it. The device beeped after only a few seconds and ejected my card.

"Thank you. Enjoy your drink.

"You are correct, Mandi; you contract does not forbid you from consuming alcohol while off duty.

"Were you fed this morning?"

"Yes, I was Heidi."

"Just a reminder, it does specifically state only two meals a day and no snacks. Enjoy your lunch, but remember to not eat anything else today.

"Mind if I join you for lunch, Mandi? It will be my treat." Based on my financial status, and finding her warm and friendly, I accepted her invitation.

"Now that you've been a contract maid here for almost four months, how do you like the job?" Heidi asked.

"It's a lot of hard work," I smiled. "Frankly, I didn't expect things to be quite like they are."

"Your fantasy doesn't quite match the reality of your situation, eh?"

"That is a bit of an understatement," I giggled.

"Tell me all that you'd change, if you could." I looked at her skeptically; not sure if I could trust a cop.

"Look, I'm a sergeant in the Maid Police, not a stool pigeon. It's my job to enforce the regulations of the Royal Canadian Maids Registration Ministry, make sure the maids live up to their contracts and obey the laws in Canada. It is also my job to protect all of you. While my government has set up a very strict set of rules to control you and make sure maids cannot be anything else, it also comes down extremely hard on any who are stupid enough to cause any of you the least harm. Anyone caught committing a crime against a helpless maid is dealt with much more harshly than if they'd done the same to a Canadian citizen."

"That's comforting to know," I told her.

"We take our jobs very seriously and while we protect all of you, be advised that the RCMRM deals very harshly with maids who commit any offense. You so much as litter the pavements or jaywalk and you will find yourself being fined and on the receiving end of a public caning, at the very least.

"I'm curious, Mandi. How does a tranny from the states end up as contract maid in Canada?"

"It's a long story, Heidi."

"I just came on shift and don't go off until ten, so I've all day to listen."

"First, what told you I'm a T girl? The booklets I was given say that there would be nothing in my records about that information and it's not even available to RCMRM personnel."

"Its not in your records, it's in your eyebrow. Someone decided to put that information in plain sight for anyone who knows how to read it to read you."

"What's special about my brow ring?"

"The way it catches and reflects the light. Nothing else can match real diamonds in that regard. The unique shape of the 'M' is not quite so subtle."

"Oh," I was not happy with knowing that the nature of my biologic sex was openly displayed.

"So, tell me how you ended up practically being a slave girl for the next ten years in the Great White Northlands?"

"It started about a year ago. I'd read several stories on Website that centered on T girl stories."

"Let me guess, either Fictionmania or Crystal's StorySite?" Heidi smiled.

"Crystal's. Anyway I sent an email to one of the writers who had posted several maid stories along with a lot of really heavy bondage ones and some 'nilla stuff. I told her how much I liked her stories. It was a very brief email with little more than a compliment. She really surprised me by replying within three hours telling me she appreciated my compliments and asking me if I had a maid fantasy. She also asked if I'd ever thought about being a real maid.

"One thing led to another and we were soon chatting nearly every evening in ICQ. I think she's a witch who cast a spell over me."

"Mandi giggled, "Were you chatting with either Karen Anne or her kinkier 'sister', Cynetta?"

"Karen Anne," my answer passed my lips before I realized that Heidi somehow knew my friend.

"How did you know about her?" I blurted.

"I not only know of her, I've met her. She has a very good friend in Oshawa and I almost arrested her here in Toronto about eleven years ago, but that's another story.

"Go on. What happened?"

"Well, Karen Anne told me she had a friend near Vancouver and asked if I'd like her to help me find a real maid's job." I laughed, "Silly me, I said yes.

"Anyway, Joanna, she's the one in British Columbia, put Karen Anne in contact with my employer and then my current employer in contact with me.

"In all honesty, she did ask me several times to be sure of what I was wishing for and to be sure I read and understood everything about working as a maid here and even gave me the URL for the RCMRM.

"Now tell me why you almost arrested her?" I wanted to know.

"I was a rookie, one of the first hired by the RCMRMMP. The Ministry had just been formed in late 2003. I was having lunch in a pub up near Queen Street when she came in with her friend, Christie, and sat at a table near mine.

"Karen Anne was wearing a turtleneck with a phony logo of the RCMRM on it and below that it said 'Registered Maid' with her title and name on the next line. At that point in time, the RCMRM was still super secret and hadn't actually gone into operation yet. They were still gathering data and forming up the bureaus within the ministry. One thing they weren't doing was handing out tops with their logo printed on it. There also weren't even any registered maids then.

"I went over to their table and offered to buy them a round.

"Oh, would you like another, Mandi?"

"Yes please?"

"I've always worked undercover, so they didn't know I was a cop. We struck up a conversation and I asked her about the logo and stuff on her top. Karen Anne handed me a very real looking identity card for the NJMRB and another showing her as having a temporary registration from the RCMRM to work here as a maid."

"What's the NJMRB?" I asked.

"The New Jersey Maids Registration Bureau. There is no such agency now and there wasn't one then either. Karen Anne had created all of them in her mind just like she creates her other fantastic stories."

"She has some really wild imagination, doesn't she?" I suggested. "Wildes Kinde, is another of her nicknames." She sent me a picture of her wearing that shirt. It means 'Wild Child' in German."

"What are your plans for the afternoon, Mandi?" Heidi asked.

"Just look around and getting to know Toronto. If I see anything I like, I might buy it, but I'm not really shopping.

"You said you almost arrested Karen Anne, what stopped you?"

Heidi started to laugh. "I couldn't arrest her for impersonating a registered maid when Parliament hadn't even created registered maids then. I wouldn't advise anyone to try such a stunt today though. The RCMRM doesn't look very kindly on that at all.

"Mind if I hang out with you for a bit? I'd like your company and can offer to show you some of the nicer shops?"

"No, I'd welcome that, but don't you have to work, Heidi? I don't want to be accused of distracting you from doing your job." I really liked her friendly, easygoing manner and welcomed her company, but certainly didn't want to get in trouble.

"I'm undercover and I've a beat to cover. So long as I'm doing that and being observant, I will be doing my job."

I'd not seen Heidi approach my table to sit when I was focused on the menu and was startled to see that her skirt was shorter than mine and that she was wearing white thigh boots with heels just as high.

"That's your uniform?" I giggled.

"One of many. The clothes are provided and one of the reasons I volunteered for this assignment. Most of my colleagues wouldn't appear dead dressed like I have to." She laughed, "If you think this suit is distracting, you ought to see what I have to wear when I'm on the night shift."

Heidi paid the bill and we left then walked further north up Yonge Street.

"You told me little about how you like being a maid. I'd really like to know, Mandi."

"Well, I told you that it is a lot of work and it is. Mademoiselle, my employer, owns a huge house, by most any standards. I work fourteen to fifteen hours a day and can barely keep it clean to the standards she requires from me along with preparing and serving her meals."

"You were hired to be her maid and are paid to work. What's wrong with that?"

"Do you know how much I'm paid?" In her company, I was in a good mood, so her question didn't bother me."

"Yes, ninety-five dollars a week and my salary, my expense account and my gorgeous wardrobe are paid for by the RCMRM's weekly deduction of almost half your pay. Thank you."

"You get to save about a half dollar an hour if you divide by all the hours you are worked … the same as most all the other contract maids here in Canada. That is appropriate."

"How is it you think that is appropriate?" I asked. "I barely have enough money to do anything!"

"And what would you spend it on if you did, Mandi?"

"I don't know. My needs are taken care of and this is my first day off since I began the job," I shrugged. "I'd like to relax and have fun, but I've no provision for those under my contract."

Heidi took me first through Chinatown when I showed interest in the bright satin Chinese styled dresses; she started to look through the rack too.

"I know a shop a couple of blocks from here that has a very large selection of cheongsams. Let's go there, Mandi."

"Wait, I like to buy a Chinese dress."

Heidi laughed, "Cheongsams are Chinese dresses, silly. These are cheongsams."

"Oh…" was all I could say.

My friend was right; the dresses there were much nicer and still inexpensive. I found a really nice one in my size and went to the fitting room to try it on.

"That shade of green really looks nice with your hair, Mandi. Take off your cap," she complimented when I modeled. The deep emerald brocade was with silver and the cheongsam was trimmed and piped in black. Heidi unfastened the frogs on the floor length dress up my right leg to just below my crotch.

"That looks better." She went to a rack and handed me a package of black net tights.

"Put these on."

"I can wear tights, Heidi, my ankles are cuffed!"

"You can, silly. Let the cop show you how the prisoners even change pants." She knelt and unfastened my garters. With my beige stockings off, Heidi demonstrated by working one leg down through my ankle cuff then over my foot. She treated my other similarly and was able to smooth them into place over my steel underwear.

"You really need higher heels, Mandi. The hem still touches the floor." I helped her up.

"Thanks for the demonstration," I said.

I paid for my dress and tights. With my uniform in a shopping bag, we headed for a shoe store that Heidi knew.

They knew her too and greeted my friend by name.

"I need a pair of green pumps for this maid, Ann."

"You get a promotion, Heidi, so you could afford your own maid?" the shop girl asked.

"No, but I could easily afford the likes of Mandi. She's just a contract foreign domestic service worker." The way Heidi said it hurt. It was like I was worthless.

"How high a heel do you want for the girl?" Ann asked.

"High enough so her hem no longer touches."

"Unless she can walk en-pointe in ballets, the highest we can offer is just over seven inches without a platform and nothing higher than five in green."

Heidi took my hand and led me to the wall where the highest heels were displayed. "What do you think of these, Mandi?" she pointed to a white sandal with three-inch platforms and heels that had to be ten inches high. It had thongs that crisscrossed above the black stocking on the display.

"They look sexy, but I don't know if I could walk very well in them."

"Those are on closeout, only thirty dollars," Ann offered. "Almost no one appreciates their unique features.

"I tried them on and I'd not wear them."

"What unique features?" Heidi asked.

Ann lifted the display and turned it over to reveal a spring-loaded plunger on the back of the sole and another on the tip of the heel. "This tightens the thongs up the leg when the wearer puts her weight on it." She demonstrated. "The idea is to force the wearer to walk and stand just on the toe of the platform like this." She rocked the shoe forward and 'walked' it across the shelf.

"Doesn't look comfortable or very easy," I commented.

"Trust me," Ann chuckled, "I can go a whole shift in ballet boots, but wearing those for half an hour is far more discomfort than I'll tolerate." She replaced the display and moved along the wall.

"These aren't too bad." The sandal she picked up had a heel nearly as high, but only a two-inch platform. "They are available in red, white and black, both patent and calfskin." The thongs reached to only under the knee.

"Could I try them in white calf, please?"

The arch was higher than my seven-inch pumps, but was tolerable. I bought them for seventy dollars and wore them out.

"Let me show you Eaton Centre, Mandi." Heidi turned south when we reached Yonge Street again.

"OK, but please slow down, I can't walk as fast in these heels."

"OK, I do like seeing you take such tiny steps goes with that cheongsam like when the Chinese girls had their feet bound."

Eaton Centre is a huge shopping mall extending several blocks and three levels down below street level. We'd window shopped for a half hour when Heidi shouted. "You in the beige suit! Halt! Maid Police!" I turned to look in the direction she was hurrying towards then followed for a closer look as she yelled it again, louder.

A well-dressed man was leading a rubber-clad girl on a leash. Her black uniform was accompanied with white accessories that were also latex: petticoat, apron, cap, gloves and stockings. Her ankles bore steel cuffs and she was shod in mid-calf high ballet boots in black patent.

The man turned to look as if in disbelief. "Are you addressing me?"

"Sergeant Heidi Mahler, Maid Police," Heidi panted as she showed her badge. I stopped next to her and examined the maid.

She'd been fitted with a pack frame over her bound arms that appeared to be heavy with the purchases he'd made. The severe posture collar forced her head so far back that she couldn't possibly see where she was going and the open ring gag strapped in her mouth prevented her from protesting. Strings of drool hung from her lips and dripped on her rubber-encased bosom.

"What is the problem, officer? I'm breaking no law."

"No sir, you are not, but you were about to before I stopped you."

"How? I'm just about to go to the subway and go home."

"Sir, do not argue with me!" Heidi was firmly in charge.

"Produce your maid's identification." He hesitated.

Heidi touched the gold broach pinned to her silk blouse at the base of her neck. "Sergeant Heidi Mahler, Eaton Centre, request backup."

Hearing rapidly clicking heels, I looked to see three women hurrying towards us. One wore a green leather jacket with her badge displayed, a black leather mini skirt and high-heeled knee boots. Her gloved hand rested on an automatic pistol holstered on her hip.

They'd appeared apparently from nowhere."

"Sir, produce your maid's identification - now!" Heidi ordered. He walked behind the helpless girl and lifted her rubber petticoats to expose her chastity belt and extract her card. Heidi snatched it and moved to face the maid.

"Bend forward, maid," she calmly ordered. The maid didn't move.

"Trina is fitted with white sound plugs in her ears she can't hear you, Sergeant." The man pulled her leash, which was clipped to a ring in the maid's nose and forced her to bend. Whines of protest came from her open mouth.

Heidi curled Trina's lip back and held the ID to check her number, just as she'd done to me. "She may straighten." I watched my friend wipe the saliva from her hand on the maid's tiny apron.

"Are you her contract holder, sir?"

"Yes, I am. I've done nothing wrong."

The police officer in uniform fingered my ear jewelry. "Show me your identification, maid."

"Mandi is with me, Cheryl," Heidi was scanning the other maid's card.

I flinched then held still when the policewoman curled back my lip to read my number.

"Sir, your maid is heavily restrained and restricted," Heidi explained. "She is also having difficulty managing with her pretty boots." Trina constantly moved on her toes to balance.

"Of course she is, Sergeant. It is all specified in her contract."

"I'm sure it is, but leading Trina down those stairs would place her in danger and I strongly advise you not to do so. If she were to fall, you would be arrested and dealt with by the Royal Canadian Maids Registration Ministry for recklessly injuring a maid."

"But I told you, I'm going down to the subway and take her home," he stated.

"Sir, Trina is near exhaustion. She may be well trained to navigate about your home, but you've burdened her with your purchases.

"May I suggest you descend using the elevator in lieu of the stairs?"

"Elevator? I'm not aware that there are elevators here." He seemed dumbfounded.

"I'll show you, sir," the under cover police woman in pale pink leather offered. "I'm officer Sharon Watts.

"If I may?" Sharon took Trina's leash from the man's hand and began to walk away slowly, "The elevators are this way, sir."

I saw when the leash tightened to tug her nose that Trina struggled to follow.

"Heidi…"

"Be with you in a moment, Mandi."

She turned to the two other officers, "Thanks for your help Cheryl, Jan. I appreciate."

"Any time, Heidi."

"What was it, Mandi?" Heidi asked when the two had left.

"Why didn't any of you help that girl? She can barely walk on her toes carrying that load on her back."

"That is Trina's problem," Heidi shrugged. "She signed a contract, just like you did and I'm not going to help her with that load any more than I'm going to help you clean toilets, Mandi. It's part of my job to enforce your contract."

"I see."

We resumed widow shopping and I saw many clothing items I'd have loved to wear. Like most all T girls, I like attractive garments and footwear. I not only couldn't begin to afford the items I liked, but my schedule allowed no time for me to wear them. It was my first day off in nearly four months and I'd no idea when I'd have another.

'The maid will be granted time off at the sole discretion of her mistress. Normally there will be one day a week from the time of the completion of her morning chores until 10:30 o'clock PM. Advance notification of a day off may or may not be given.

'If the maid elects not to go out on her day off, she will be confined in the maid's quarters until the following morning when she comes on duty.'

With autumn not far off, I thought about outerwear.

"Heidi, do you know where I might buy a suitable rain cape?" I believed I'd have time later for something to keep me warm that winter.

"Sure. There's a store on the lowest level at the other end. They sell all manner of uniforms and accessories for maids and other domestic workers. We can go there when we reach the end of this level." I didn't argue and just continued to admire the many beautiful items that were beyond my means.

"Heidi, may I ask a question?"

"Sure. What would you like to know?" she asked.

"When you needed help earlier, how did the others know where you were?" I was curious.

"Just like all of the maids and you, we have the same two chips imbedded near our brains. Unlike you, we are being scanned continuously. My command post knows exactly where I am every second. They only search for you girls if there is a reason too."

"I see, what would give the RCMRM reason to do that?"

"Mostly, if your employer reports you missing or you fail to be where you are supposed to be when you are supposed to be there. Usually we can arrest you here in Toronto in less than five minutes. If you do it out in a rural area, it would take longer, but the closer you get to the provincial borders, and especially the US border, the time to capture you is greatly lessened.

"Mandi, no matter how bad things might seem to get for you, running away is not one of your options. You will be caught. Since they started implanting the maids in 2010, none have escaped from the Maid Police. The longest any girl stayed out of custody was seventy-nine hours and that bimbo tried to kayak herself to Greenland!"

"What did they do to her?"

"I don't know. Auctioning her contract and deportation are fairly common, but we don't have access to the disposition of the individual case data.

"Just do not even think you could ever get away with it."

I moved to a bench and sat, "May we talk?" Unbidden, Heidi sat next to me.

"If I talk to you, tell you things that bother me, am I going to be reported?"

"The only things I'll report are if you confess to committing a violation of the law, a violation of the RCMRM rules and regulations or a breach of your contract.

"I can be your friend, but first I'm a good cop. And if you tell me anything that falls it those areas, I'll arrest you, Mandi." Heidi was stern.

"I understand, your job comes first."

"OK, what is bothering you?"

"I'm trapped here in a job I didn't fully understand; at least I did not understand how restricted I'd be." I started to idly play with the open frogs on my dress.

"All of the details and our laws are openly posted on the Web site for the RCMRM, Mandi."

"I know, but still…"

"There is no 'but still' about any of this. You signed a contract to be a maid here. Like it or not, that is all you are going to be, unless you want to end it prison for a short time until they auction your contract and deport you to some other country where you'll find conditions for you are far worse. No maid wants that."

"How can I make things better for me here, Heidi?"

"By doing everything you are told to do to the best of your ability," she told me.

"Is your employer sadistic?"

"No…"

"Have you been forced to do anything that isn't either spelled out clearly in your contract, in the RCMRM regulation or the law?"

"No."

"Then what exactly is your bitch?"

"Heidi, since I arrived, I been worked fourteen hours a day without a break. I'm not allowed to sit during the day and I don't even have a bed to sleep on; I have to sleep on the floor."

My friend smiled at me. "Do you know it is perfectly legal to lock you in a cage, or keep you chained to the wall all of the time?"

"You saw the maid being lead around by her nose ring while carrying that heavy pack frame. If your employer decides to put to put one through your nose, tongue, nipples or anywhere else and keep you on a leash too, no one is going to stop them, because it is their right to do so to their maid."

"My advice to you is to stop thinking how bad your conditions are, but how much worse they can be. If you strive to do better, almost all contract holders will reward your efforts by improving your conditions."

The broach on her blouse, beeped once quietly. "Sergeant Heidi Mahler."

"Sergeant Mahler, report to the CN Tower Memorial. There is an illegal assembly of thirteen maids there.

"Ten, four. On my way.

"I've got to go. I hope to see you again soon, Mandi. Good luck." Heidi walked towards the nearest exit.

The uniform store was easy to find.

"Hello, maid. May I help you?"

I curtseyed to the woman behind the counter. "Hello, I'm Maid Mandi. Do you sell rain capes?"

She led me to a rack at the rear of the store. I looked through the rack and took out a shiny black rubber one. "How much is this please?"

"Two hundred twenty-nine dollars, Mandi." I immediately put it back. "Too much, eh?

"How much do you think you want to spend?" the woman asked.

"Twenty or thirty dollars, maybe," I offered.

I was given a smile, "Over here," I followed her to another corner of the store. A mannequin wearing a really pretty short black uniform was covered with a short cape of thick clear plastic. The card stated the cape was ninety-nine dollars.

"These are cut similarly to that one, but there's no hood or buttons down the front," From the lower shelf she opened a small pouch and shook out a cape of thin translucent plastic. "This is only twenty-three dollars. If you are careful, it will provide you with years of service." She lifted it over my head and let it float down around me. The opening fastened in front of my neck with a large snap.

"There, that will keep you dry." The lower edge was un-hemmed and fingertip length.

"This will do." She helped me take it off and refolded the cape to fit in the pouch that was small enough to carry in my purse.

I walked back towards the train station. Even though I had almost four hours before I had to be back, there was no reason for me to stay in the city.

"I'm home, Mademoiselle." I curtseyed.

"That's a very pretty dress, Mandi and I love those shoes." It was a relief that she wasn't angry because I was not still dressed in my uniform.

"Sit down and tell me about your day," my mistress motioned to a comfortable chair. It was the first time, I been permitted to sit on her furniture there.

"Before you start, let me get a refill," I was in shock when she set a cold mug of beer next to me than sat with her full wine glass and smiled.

"Go ahead."

I related everything I'd done. She seemed very pleased that I'd made friends with a member of the maid police.

"Would you let me put a ring in your nose, Mandi?" Mademoiselle asked when I'd finished telling her about the girl in the mall.

"Heidi told me that you could do that and much more, Mademoiselle, and my permission wasn't required."

"Your friend is correct on that, but it is not in your contract and I will try hard to abide by it just as I require you to do everything that is stated there.

"May I have your permission to ring your nose? It would please me if you said yes."

"May I give you my answer before I go off duty tonight, Mademoiselle?"

She chuckled, "Before you go to bed, yes. You aren't on duty until morning. I stated you were required to be here by your normal dismissal time.

"Continue telling me about your day, Mandi."

As I related all of the rest, I also thought about things Heidi had told me and the apparent improvement in the way my employer was acting with me.

"Your turn," she extended her empty glass, "you may have another, if you'd like."

I'd made up my mind to agree to her request before I curtseyed. I was going to try and be more pleasing as Heidi had advised. In my situation, having a ring in my nose wasn't going to change much.

"Yes, I'll permit you to put a ring in my nose, Mademoiselle."

"Thank you, Mandi. I'll take you to have it done after your morning chores are completed."

I had trouble falling asleep that night. My thoughts were on all of the activities that day, but centered on Heidi. When I finally dozed off, I dreamed about being with her; snuggling in her arms and making out. My damned chastity belt woke me several times!

"Put on your pretty French uniform, Mandi, and we'll be going to get you ringed," Mademoiselle instructed when I curtseyed and had informed her my morning chores were completed.

It was only a ten-minute drive to the body art establishment.

"Good morning, I'm Miss Stevens, I called just past ten regarding having my maid ringed?"

"Good morning," the teen aged brunette smiled.

"Will this be cash, charge or on her debit card, Miss Stevens?"

"I'll pay cash"

"Very well, I'll need her ID to check on her identity and that you are her contract holder, please? I will also have to report the piercing so her records are up to date."

"Your ID, Mandi," Mademoiselle ordered. I gave my card to the girl.

"Lean forward, maid," she said with authority. She curled back my lip to check the number there with the one on my card.

"These are rings suggested for her septum, Miss Stevens. Am I correct that you want a septum ring and not a nostril ring?"

"That's correct, yes." Mademoiselle looked at the rings in the tray then up at the girl.

"I was told on the phone that you also had permanent ring that could be welded. These are all removable."

"Pardon my error, please?" She placed that tray in the case and retrieved two others.

"It is suggested that for a permanent ring, your maid be grommeted first. It greatly reduces the risk that she'll be burned when I weld the ring.

"Please pick the ring first then I can suggest the appropriate, grommet?"

Mademoiselle looked over the rings and held three up to my face before selecting one that seemed unduly large, perhaps three-sixteenths of an inch thick and an inch and a quarter in diameter.

"This one should do nicely. I want it mounted so the inside of the ring is even with the outline of her upper lip, please," my employer requested.

"I'd suggest one of the larger grommets. It will permit the ring to swing more freely. There is just something about stationary rings that is far less appealing. I'm sure you'll agree, Miss Stevens."

"I'll trust your judgment," my mistress stated.

We went into a clinical room and I was told to sit in the chair that was unlike any in doctors' offices I'd ever seen.

"It's very important that you don't move your head, Mandi, especially when I weld it. Put these on then I'll strap you down." I accepted the goggles that effectively blinded me.

"How much is this going to hurt?" I asked as my arms were strapped to the chair.

"Your nose is going to be pretty sore for about ten days, but I'll anesthetize it before I punch the hole for the grommet. The actual fitting procedure won't hurt at all."

My head rested between the large padded jaws of a vise, which were tightened on the sides until I couldn't move it at all.

I could feel her working up in my nose then the radiant heat when she welded the stainless steel, but there was no pain.

"This is just a wet towel to cool it off, Mandi." I felt it pressed in place around my nose and mouth. "Now I'm going to polish the joint. I'm leaving the goggles on so you don't get any grit in your eyes."

Perhaps a half an hour later, I was released and the goggles removed. "All done," she pronounced.

"May I see, please?" The girl helped me stand and moved me to a large mirror. My ring bumped against my lip as I walked.

"What do you think, Mandi?" Mademoiselle asked.

"I don't like it. It's far to large." I complained.

"I think it's perfect. End of discussion." I touched the ring and moved it around. There was a lot of play between it and the grommet.

When we arrived at the house, I was told, "I'm very pleased with what you did for me today, Mandi. You may replace your bed, chair and stool in your quarters before you resume your chores.'

The girl was right, my nose hurt when the local wore off several hours later while I vacuumed the living room.

My nose healed slowly, but other than having my furniture returned, nothing else changed over the following weeks, I was worked just as hard, my ankles still bore their restraints, I ate my food from the floor with my hands cuffed behind my back and was given no days off. Still, I had been working very diligently and was accomplishing more of my chores and doing them better.

"Mandi, I received an interesting email last week," Mademoiselle stated as I placed her breakfast plate one morning. "It was actually addressed to both of us?"

"An email addressed to me?" My use of a computer was strictly forbidden.

"Yes, through me. Your friend in the Maid Police would like to spend the day with you. She is off duty today and she requested to meet you at Union Station when the ten fifty-five train arrives this morning. Wear what you wish. You may begin your chores now, so you can be on time." Her hand waved me from the room.

I hurried, I had everything properly completed at half past nine then went to my quarters to freshen up and change.

"If you chose to lace your corset an inch tighter and wear your locking court shoes. I'll remove your ankle cuffs, Mandi." Mademoiselle was standing in the doorway as I returned from my closet.

I grinned and curtseyed my acceptance of her offer. Since I started being corseted all of the time and the controlled diet she kept me on, I'd achieved a twenty-one inch waist, a seven-inch reduction and it no longer bothered me as it had at first.

Mademoiselle had had the dressmaker alter all of my uniforms twice since my figure had improved and little else fit me from my other wardrobe. She took her hand from behind her back to offer me a black micro skirt and a top of bright yellow latex.

"A present from me to you, Mandi." She wasn't quite done. "Wear these." I was handed a package of transparent amber stockings in latex with black tops, toes, heel accents and prominent 'seams'. Despite not having a rubber fetish, I felt incredibly sexy and attractive once I was dressed and my chastity belt uncomfortably reminded me that arousal was not an option available to me.

"I'm going to bend some rules today, just do not expect it in the future. "You may eat when Heidi grants permission. Here is money for your cab fare to the station and the train tickets." I'd more than six hundred dollars in my account and she was giving me more. "You may also have lunch and supper today only. I've informed the Ministry.

"Heidi said she'll be taking you out to a club and asked my permission to return you in time to go on duty in the morning. I've granted her request." I felt my jaw drop. "Enjoy yourself for a change." My employer grinned and left the maid's quarters.

It felt very strange not having the leather and steel cuffs locked around my ankles as I boarded the GO train to Toronto. Everyone stared at me, but I was used to it by then. I'd been accompanying Mademoiselle to do the weekly shopping and had even been sent to Toronto alone once before.

Though it bothered me much more than my eyebrow jewelry, I'd resolved that I just had to adapt to the ring in my nose and bouncing on my lip – it wasn't coming out and I'd been warned not to complain about it.

"Hi," a young guy plopped into the empty seat on the upper level of the train car before it left the station.

"Good morning," I returned. I didn't meet his eyes, but felt him staring at me.

"I love that ring in your nose."

"That's probably because you don't have to wear it." He appeared to be Younger than I was, eighteen or nineteen perhaps.

He lifted my left hand to examine my ring. I snatched it away.

'The maid will be polite to others at all times.'

"I understand you maids can't take those off." He grabbed my hand and forced it where he wanted to look closer. I struggled to break free from his grip.

"Stop resisting me. I just want to look." He was stronger than I was. Estrogen and whatever else I took had sapped my upper body strength.

"You're very attractive. What's your name?" I didn't answer. That didn't deter him in the least. Twisting my wrist until it hurt, his other hand darted to expose my lip tattoo then he completely let go of me. I seized the opportunity to jump up and hurry to the lower level where I found an empty seat next to a burly man as old as my father.

"May I sit there, sir?" I curtseyed.

"Be my guest, maid.

"You look upset, is there anything I can do for you?"

"I'm fine, thank you." We pulled into the station without conversation.

The young creep made a point to pass by close, "I'll be seeing you soon, Mandi Maid."

Though I was very angered by his intrusion on my privacy, I did take the opportunity to study his face, long blond hair and build.

"Hi, Mandi," Heidi's familiar voice was a cheerful welcome.

"Hello," I curtseyed to her. She took my hand and led me to the street.

"You look delicious and I love this!" her finger flicked my nose ring. I forced a smile, but my heart wasn't in it.

"You seem upset. Aren't you happy to see me, Mandi?"

"Yes I am. Some guy on the train…"

She became very alert, "What about a guy on the train?"

"He sat next to me and seemed to take a lot of interest in me."

"You are a very attractive girl, Mandi."

"Thanks, but it wasn't that sort of interest, at least I didn't take it that way, but I'm no expert on guys interacting with me on that level. He seemed more interested in the fact that I'm a maid."

"Oh? Tell me what he looked like?"

"Asian, if I guessed, Thai, though the blond hair doesn't go. About my height and slender, one hundred ten to one hundred twenty pounds. I'd guess he's eighteen to twenty years old. I don't know Oriental languages, but his accent seemed more French than what I'd expect."

Heidi stared intently at me for a moment then carefully scanned about us. She'd not been wearing the broach at the time, but removed it from her purse and pinned it to her pastel pink sweater.

Touching it, she said, "Sergeant Heidi Mahler."

"Hey, Heidi, what's up? Jenny here, thought you were supposed to be on a date with your little love maid," the voice joked. Heidi winced and her pretty eyes looked briefly at me.

"Jenny, pull the data up on that Montreal rapist creep from five or six months ago. What have we got for a description?"

"Working. What the matter, your little playmate-for-a-day stand you up, Heidi?"

"Shut up, Jenny! Mandi's right here where she can hear you. She may have met him, if my memory is right."

"Ok, got it. Asian, five foot five, one hundred fifteen pounds, nineteen to twenty-two years old. No facial hair and no blemishes or scars. Talks with a mixture of cultured English, Asian Indian and French accent. Last seen in Montreal on seventeen May."

"Is Samantha available as a backup, Jenny?"

"Checking … yes, you want her to join, Heidi?"

"I want here close, but no contact."

"Ten, four." Heidi looked at me and forced a small smile.

"Sorry, pet. We'll play later." Heidi rolled her tongue over her frosted lips and winked at me.

"Heidi… Captain LaBreau," a different voice came out of her broach.

"Yes, ma'am," my friend visibly straightened.

"Is your girlfriend close?" Heidi winched again.

"Mandi can hear you, ma'am."

"Maid Mandi, this is Captain Jean LaBreau, Maid Police."

"Yes, ma'am. I can hear you."

"Good, Mandi. Your contract holder is being contacted as we speak." I was suddenly afraid; of what I didn't know. "We'd like your help this afternoon."

"Doing what, ma'am? This is my only day off in the past six weeks." I felt cheated.

"Heidi, we've other units moving in. Set Mandi up as bait. You know what to do."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Captain LaBreau, out."

"I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you, Mandi,"

"Heidi, what was all that, that Jenny said about me being your girlfriend and 'little love maid'?"

"Later, I have to go to work. I'm sorry. I try to make it up later. I'm really sorry, Mandi."

"It really hurts knowing that, you know, Heidi." I was near to tears.

"What was that about me being, 'bait'?" I demanded. She reached for my hands and I pulled them away.

"This was to be my day off, only one in past six weeks! Damn it! She even took off my ankle chain and bought me this outfit to make me feel good."

"I want you to walk back towards the train station. There's a nice pub near it called The Bottom Line. Go in and have lunch. The Ministry will cover your expenses. Just use your card."

"I'm a freaking maid!" I screamed. "I'm not allowed in there without an escort! Thanks a shit-pot full for your great security to keep us in our proper place! Damn it!

"Mandi, your help is required!"

"There is not one damn word in my contract that states I have to agree to being set out as bait in whatever you are planning, Sergeant!"

"We'd like you to help. It is for you and the others."

"Right, lay the guilt trip on me now!

"What's in this for me?"

She touched her broach, "Jenny, who's close?"

"Samantha, Darla and … Xora."

"Send Xora to join."

"Ten, four."

I spotted a tall, light-skinned Indian girl come around the corner and stride towards us in her leopard print, suede outfit. She looked like a street whore to me in the very brief two-piece outfit and matching, crotch-length boots.

"Bait, near Union Station. Buy her lunch first. We'll cover," Heidi murmured as the hooker passed us.

She was very attractive and my belt again reminded me not to have thoughts like that. I watched her walk around the corner, but soon came back and was walking slowly towards us. Heidi walked away without a word and I started to panic!

"Relax, maid." She pressed me back against the wall, trapping me between her hands.

"Just relax, I'm maid police."

"I don't believe you." From under her abbreviated skirt, the girl took out her wallet and showed me her badge and ID. I breathed a little easier, but was still upset.

Xora pressed her red lips to mine and probed with her tongue, at the same time raking her long nails across my ass.

"Mmm, a belted maid. I've not made it with one in a longtime." She broke our kiss and looked down on me.

"Come on, I'll buy you lunch."

Being near noon, the street was crowded with office workers.

"Hey babes." A young guy with a short dark beard stepped in front of us. "I've an hour for lunch, but might not go back today if the price is right for a three some."

Xora reached down and stroked his crotch.

"It's a thousand an hour for me and my maid," she purred. "But you'll have to work this big guy with another today." Her hand was groping then and I saw her fingers wrap around his hard cock. "Maid Mandi has an appointment with a client and I've got to take her there."

"She's a maid, dressed like that. Wow!"

"Another time, big guy."

Xora took my hand and led me away giggling. "He's so hot he's ready to explode."

"I don't feel right about doing this."

"Doing what, Mandi?"

"Playing prostitute; isn't it illegal?"

"No," was her answer.

"Heidi said I'm going to be used for bait. What am I supposed to do when the guys proposition me?"

"Just play sweet and tell them your booked and waiting for a client or something."

"Easy for you to say. I'm just a maid, remember?"

"And a very cute one too." Xora squeezed my hand.

We'd just been seated in the pub when a woman in a nice suit tapped my shoulder. "Excuse me, maid, I saw you drop this as you came in"

Xora took the large gold earring. "My silly maid is always losing her jewelry. Thank you."

"Your welcome." She smiled at me and disappeared.

"Lean over so I can put this in." I didn't understand; the earring wasn't mine. Xora, removed one in my right ear and replaced it with the heavy dangle.

"Put that in your purse," she ordered when I was offered my own earring.

"I'm sure you've seen Heidi's broach, Mandi. Just tug lightly to turn it on."

Throughout or lunch, I grew more nervous.

"Please tell me what I'm supposed to do?"

"I'll set you up on a street nearby. Then you are supposed to just walk around as sexily as you can. When you stand, make sure it's an enticing pose.

"The other girls that work that block know me and know that I'm Maid Police. They'll also spot you for just what you are – a maid. Some may come over to check you out, but they'll have seen you arrive with me and know you aren't a new competitor."

"How is my pretending to be a street whore going to help catch the Montreal Maid Molester?"

Xora giggled, "That's a cute alliteration, Mandi.

"The theory, based on the reports from the maids there, is that he has a maid fixation and he's a tranny. When he committed the crimes there, in all but one case, he was dressed in a maid's uniform. The other time he was dressed like a hooker.

"So, you are to be on the look out for something like that. You've a big advantage by having seen him up close and heard his voice."

"OK, then what? What if I am approached?"

"In the other cases, he gave the maids a few hundred dollars to give him head and if they turned him down, he forced them at knife point.

"Do not fight with him – that's our job. Just go along with him and we'll close in."

"Xora, Capt. LaBreau."

"Yes, ma'am," she spoke to her pin.

"Bring Mandi to the RCMRM now. We'll get her a uniform.

"Mandi. Since this perpetrator likes maids so much, we might as well make you look like one and increase our chances of catching him.

"Yes, ma'am. ETA – ten minutes," Xora answered.

A little after three in the afternoon, Xora led me to the designated block then made one circuit with me before leaving me on my own. I'd spotted five other hookers there. Most of them greeted, Xora, but eyed me with looks of contempt, scorn or jealousy – it was hard to tell which.

While I'd been attractively dressed before, even for a pretend prostitute, the shiny black latex uniform that they'd chosen made me even more so. It hugged my body from the high ruffled collar to my small waist then had a ridiculously short skirt that stood out nearly horizontally with the mass of white latex petticoats underneath. I knew my cheeks were exposed in back and was pretty certain the shiny shields of my chastity belt showed in front.

There were long sleeves on my dress ending in white ruffled cuffs matching the collar. I wore the same stockings and patent pumps with a tiny white apron completing the ensemble.

"Hey, maidy girl," one of the working girls was in my face. She hit my shoulder moderately hard with the heel of her hand. "What's with you? This a new way for the MRM to make money, eh?"

I was frightened that she was going to hurt me. The blonde continued to shove me until my back was against a wall.

"That spot is mine. You keep your cute little ass away from it, maidy girl. Understood?"

" Cindy, Mandi's earring isn't turned on," a barely audible voice came from somewhere on the girl's red leather sheath. She reached and gently tugged my new earring.

"I asked you a question, maidy girl?"

"Receiving now, Cindy." I was relieved to learn that Cindy was Maid Police too.

"You just stay away from my territory." She winked at me and went back to her spot.

When the rush hour started, I received my first proposition. Then they started coming regularly. I had a lot of trouble turning them away. All of the others had turned several tricks before the traffic started to slow as the sun set, even Cindy and Xora. It was comforting to see Heidi both alone and with as many as four others walk past our block every ten minutes.

I was getting tired, hungry and bored just walking about. Other than Cindy, none of the others working the block had spoken to me.

Even though it was dark, the maid was two blocks away when I saw her. Wearing a black evening uniform with white serving half-apron, she slowly approached and I could tell in the streetlights, she probably wasn't a GG by the way her hands moved as she walked in her heels. Her shoes had only three-inch heels, but she also didn't manage them well.

Somehow, I knew this was our quarry and vocalized my belief.

Xora whispered, "We're right here, Mandi. The others are moving it," as she walked past me. I saw Cindy move closer too.

"Hi," the maid smiled. "That's a really pretty uniform." Her voice was the one I'd heard on the train that morning.

When I'd gone to the RCMRM building to change into the uniform, they'd also briefed me what I should do and say.

"Hi, maid," I returned. After I'd curtseyed, I turned about and modeled for her. "I like it."

"Are you working here?" she questioned.

"Oh sure. My employer decided he can make enough money with me this way and hired another maid to clean the house.

"You're out late," I commented.

"I just got off duty and looking to have some fun." She was facing me and had both her hands on my waist." All I said had been rehearsed to inform the command post I'd encountered him.

"I think you'll do nicely. What's your name?"

"Mandi, with an 'i'," I cooed and batted my lashes. "What's yours, maid?"

"Ashley."

I froze when her hand grabbed my armored crotch.

"You bitch, you're belted," she snarled.

"My mouth is very talented." It was easy to press my larger breasts into hers and rub, but my mind was in a mess trying for force my hand under her skirt.

"Ooooo, a maid with something a little extra, I like that."

"How much to service me, maid?"

"Two fifty for my ass, a hundred for my mouth."

"Since I can't screw you properly, you ought to give me your ass, girl."

"I'm not giving you anything. Get lost."

Her knife was a double-edged dagger and flashed before my eyes.

"Please don't cut me?"

"I'll deal with you as I want." My wrist felt like it was in a vise being twisted.

"You're hurting me."

"Come with me or I teach you what pain really is." She started pulling me along the street.

I heard the rapidly clicking heels and Ashley must have too. My arm was jerked up behind my back and the blade rested above my collar under my chin while she controlled me from behind using me as a shield.

"Maid Police, drop the knife!" several shouted in succession.

"Fucking shit, you are about to die, girl." I started to cry.

"Please don't hurt me? Please?" I begged.

"Shut up!"

"Drop the knife, you are under arrest!" Cindy, just a few feet away, ordered.

"Don't come any closer or she's dead." Ashley's breath was hot on my ear. She jerked my arm up hurting me. I was too terrified to even scream.

Suddenly, her body went limp. Xora grabbed me and pulled me away as Ashley slumped to the sidewalk. My tears were flowing freely, but I made out Heidi stepping over her body to take me in her arms and hug me tightly.

"It over, you did fine, Mandi."

"She was going to kill me." I sobbed hysterically. "I was going to die!"

"It's all over, you're safe.

"Break it up girls and boys, there is nothing here to be concerned with." A ring, Maid Police I assumed, had formed around us and was breaking up the crowd, which had gathered. Most were the hookers on the street.

A large black van with 'Maid Police' painted in gold leaf on the side, drew up. The rear doors opened and three uniform police stepped out.

"Hi, Heidi, we got here as quickly as we could."

"Hi, Jenn, everything's under control."

Ashley had been cuffed and, still unconscious, was lifted in the back. Heidi led me there then helped me in. Four others, including Xora and Cindy, joined Heidi and me.

"She's really a cutie, Heidi." Jenny grinned and elbowed the one seated on the bench next to her.

"Your shoulder hurt?" I'd been rubbing it once I'd stopped crying.

"Yes, she hurt me badly when she twisted it up behind, Heidi." I noticed my words echo from the others when I spoke. Xora walked over and removed the earring, putting an end to that.

"What happens now?" I asked.

"Lots and lots of paperwork," one of the uniforms joked.

"I must be home before ten o'clock."

"Too late for that, it's half nine now."

"I think your employer is at HQ waiting for you," Jenny offered. I was very worried I'd be punished, for being late.

We parked underground and the undercover Maid Police and I exited into a secure area. Jenny and the others with green jackets escorted Ashley towards a different door.

"In order to exit this part of the building, Mandi, a maid must be escorted by one of us and they will do a retina scan in addition to checking your ID, a lip print and match your lip tattoo. This way," Heidi escorted me to a guard station then up to the street level.

"Captain LaBreau," she curtseyed and I did too. Mademoiselle was in her office also. She gave me a pleasant smile.

"I'm told you did a very good job today, Mandi," she said.

"Marie has informed me that you will be kept busy for a few hours longer tonight. I've taken a suite here at the King Edward and will bring you home in the morning. I understand they'll bring you to my hotel later."

She stared a moment. "Why are you rubbing your shoulder like that?" Her voice turned angry.

"I was hurt during the altercation, Mademoiselle. Ashley twisted my arm badly."

My mistress turned to the police captain. "You assured me that my maid would not be hurt in this, Marie!"

"Things occasionally arise that cannot be predicted, Miss Stevens."

Mademoiselle came to me and felt my shoulder. "There is some swelling. I want her to be seen by a doctor." Her fingers touched the white ruffle around my neck then parted the latex. I flinched when it touched my neck.

"There is dried blood here; her throat has a recent cut.

"Explain, Mandi!" she was very angry.

"Ashley held her knife to my throat when the Maid Police started to close in. Please don't be angry with me, Mademoiselle. She had the knife at my throat and threatened to kill me. My shoulder hurt so badly I didn't know until now that I'd been cut."

"What's your name?" she demanded of my friend.

"Sergeant Heidi Mahler, ma'am." Heidi curtseyed.

Mademoiselle forced a small smile, "I understand from your captain that you were the one who … what's the term … put Ashley down and rescued Mandi."

"That's correct, ma'am."

"See that Mandi is properly attended to tonight. I'll be changing my plans and staying in Toronto a while longer.

"You may use her until tomorrow night then bring her to my hotel and you will join me for dinner at Inn on the Avenue."

Mademoiselle faced Captain LaBreau, "I trust that you will schedule Sergeant Mahler off until I've properly thanked her tomorrow night, Captain. I want my maid to properly thank her in the interim. Don't you agree that would be appropriate?"

"Yes, certainly, Miss Stevens."

She addressed me. "You heard me state what I want you to do between now and dinner tomorrow, Mandi. Do make sure that neither Heidi or I am disappointed with your performance."

"Yes, Mademoiselle." I curtseyed and she pushed us out then closed the door.

"Now, Captain Labreau…"

Continued in Part III

  

  

  

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