Marvelous Maid

by April

Part II

  

I could see my reflection in the window as I mopped the kitchen floor. I jumped out of nervousness when the phone rang. The severity of my predicament was settling in. I played out several possible scenarios in my mind as Sarah spoke on the phone in the living room. She might enjoy my predicament, and embrace it, hopefully "hiring" me again as she had earlier teased. She might think it was "cute", but warn me not to let it happen again. Or, she could be repulsed, in which case our relationship would soon come to a crashing halt. I certainly hope she embraces it and takes full advantage. It certainly appeared that she would, but I still was not sure.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Suddenly I was frozen. I did not know what to do. I remained in the kitchen and out of sight from the entryway. I could hear Sarah talking to another woman. "April", Sarah called from the other room. My heart beat faster. Could she be referring to me? She never called me April. But then again, why would she have? I never dressed like a woman in front of her. I looked down at my outfit. I was wearing a satin French Maid outfit, fishnets, heels, lacy ankle socks, a bra with water balloons that bounced when I walked, makeup and a wig. What did I get myself into I wondered. Totally humiliated I walked toward the door and stopped short of the living room. "April, come here" Sarah called, "I would like to introduce you to a neighbor of mine". "Jen, this is my maid April." I was nervous and said "hi", but no sound came out, I mouthed it. I didn't know what to do. There was a short silence. I looked toward the floor as they looked me over. Then I curtsied, I put my left leg behind me and touched the tip of my shoe to the floor, pinched the sides of my satin skirt. I bent my right knee slightly and pulled up on my skirt. I couldn't believe I just curtsied! "How adorable", Jen commented, "What does she do?" "A better question might be what doesn't she do", Sarah teased. "Can I borrow her?" Jen asked. I blushed, still looking toward the floor. "No", Sarah snapped, before I could even blink. I felt a momentary sigh of relief, then disappointment. "But I will rent her to you", Sarah finished. My jaw dropped and my heart pounded. I could not believe my ears. She is going to rent me out to her neighbor like some cheap slut in a French Maid outfit? Could they be serious? "Great, I'll call you later to work out the details", Jen said as she eyed me up and down one last time before leaving.

Sarah closed the door behind her and turned to me. She dropped to her kneed in front of me. Her hands made their way through the layers and layers of crinoline to my long hard cock. I was expecting a blowjob right there. "I knew you would be excited" she said. "Now come thank me". She got up and pulled me by my arm across the room. I followed as best I could in the heels. She sat back on the couch and directed me to kneel in front of her. She lifted her skirt up and pulled my head toward her wetness. Before I could say a word I was licking and teasing her with my tongue. It wasn't long before she pulled me even closer and came all over my face.

Sarah had me continue along with my chores. She made it a point to humiliate me by making me walk several bags of trash to the bins by the curb. She insisted I take only one bag at a time and each time she gave me pointers on walking in a more feminine manner when I returned to the house. She told me to swish my hips to the sides more and take shorter, more feminine steps. I knew Jen must have been watching from her house across the street. The reality of being seen in public dressed like a sexy French maid, and the clicking of my heels and the swishing sound of the crinoline petticoat was extremely arousing.

The four-hour gift certificate had expired, and I still received no sexual relief from Sarah. The house did look great. The kitchen was spotless, the house was dusted and vacuumed, the trash was taken to the curb, the bedrooms were neat and all had fresh sheets, even the windows were spotless. The place never looked better. All this came at a price. My feet were killing in the heels and I was exhausted. It was late in the afternoon and my fantasy was not unfolding like I had planned. Sarah must have sensed my disappointment and led me to the spare bedroom. She pushed me back on the bed and jumped on top of me. She told me what a naughty maid I was and how I looked so sexy and slutty. She buried her head under layers of crinoline and pulled my lace panties down. She began sucking my cock while rubbing her hands over my fishnet stockings and garter belt. My cock grew even harder, which I didn't think was possible. Suddenly she slipped a butt plug up my ass. I bucked uncontrollably sending gobs of cum into her mouth. She squeezed every last drop into her mouth. Then planted a soft kiss on my lips, which grew stronger. Her tongue forced it's way between my lips, and I could taste my cum. Her lips parted and my cum flowed right into my mouth. She held my face with both hands and made sure I swallowed every last drop, which I did. "I knew that would put you over the edge", Sarah said, "Clean yourself up and rest for a while" before leaving the room. I did and quickly fell asleep.

I woke what felt like hours later. It was dark outside. There was a note on the mirror with instructions to get dressed. Sarah had laid out my Maid uniform with a few changes. There was a pair of white crotch less pantyhose and a pair of 5-inch heels and not the 2-inch heels I wore all day. I was just about dressed when she walked in. She just winked at me and asked if I needed help with my makeup. I nodded yes and she spent about 25 minutes working on me. She started with a foundation, then some eye shadow and eyeliner. The colors were bold but tasteful. She then applied blush and mascara. She completed her artwork with dark burgundy lipstick. She teased out my wig and covered it in hairspray to keep it up and high. Once she placed it on my head she teased it our some more and clipped earrings on my ears.

She led me downstairs to the living room and had me look at myself in the large mirror. I couldn't believe that image that looked back was I. Sarah buckled thick leather cuffs to my wrists and ankles. Each one was locked on with a sturdy looking lock. Each also had shiny silver metal rings attached. My wrists were locked together, behind my back with another padlock. A thick curved leather collar was positioned around my neck. Sarah explained that it was a posture collar, and it would severely limit my head movement as well as symbolize my subservient status. She snapped several pictures of me. Then she snapped a leash to my collar and gave it a tug. I had ho choice but to follow her, and that was no easy task considering I was teetering on 5-inch stiletto heels. She led me out the front door. The cool air was so arousing on my pantyhose covered legs, and the breeze teased me by blowing the crinoline, which rubbed against my cock. My heart was beating fast in anticipation of what was next. She led me down the front path into the well-lit street. The sound of my stiletto heels echoed in the darkness. A car drove bye, slowing down to take a good look at me, then took off. Thank goodness they didn't stop. Sarah led me across the street and up Jen's driveway to the front door. She unclipped the leash to my collar, which was a relief. Then, she passed the clip of the leash through the bars of the porch railing, and back through the leash handle, creating a loop and securing it to the railing. She then secured the clip to the metal ring on my collar. I truly felt like a slave. She looked me in the eye and told me what a sexy helpless slut I was. Sarah pulled out a blindfold and slipped it over my eyes. I made a feeble attempt to avoid being blindfolded, but it was useless. Like it would have made a difference anyway. She rang the doorbell several times and I heard her walk hurriedly down the driveway to the street. I waited in nervous anticipation.

 

To be concluded…

  

  

  

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