Pamela Camille MacNeal

by

Karen Anne Summerfield

© December 2002

  

I still felt sick, when I started to dress the next morning. I saw no way out of the hopeless situation I was in. Still, I obeyed, I don't know why, the orders regarding my corset. My chest hurt terribly. I smoothed the new white stockings my mother-in-law had bought for me then straightened their seams as I attached the garters. It hurt more to lace up the six-inch heeled white oxfords and I would remember to put on my stockings and shoes before I tightened my laces the next time I tied them off.

With the recent practice and doing it daily, I was getting better with my makeup, even applying the long lashes and soon I had my headpiece set as I had been shown.

"That's a cute uniform, Pamela. Model it for me."

Mistress was in a bright mood.

"Give me a kiss. I do still love you." I readily accepted her offer.

"OK, that's enough." She sat. Obediently, I served her coffee without being told.

"Stop looking so glum and feeling sorry for yourself. Sit and talk with me while I have breakfast."

"How should I feel, Mistress?" I sat.

"How's the corset?" She'd checked to see if I had obeyed her mother's orders when we'd hugged.

"It hurts, my ribs especially."

"Are you wearing it to bed, yet?"

"Yet?" I was incredulous. "I can't sleep in this!" I exclaimed.

"Do it anyway. I'll check, unless you want mother too." She was one hundred percent serious.

"No, I don't want your mother in my room."

"Then, do as I just told you. By sleeping in it, you'll get used to it that much quicker."

"Why are you doing this to me, K … Mistress?" I pleaded.

"Because, I think I like you this way. Mom won't be here forever and I think you'll enjoy yourself that much more, by the time she leaves. You doubt it, I know, but in the end, you'll have to admit that I'm right by doing this."

Katie was correct; I seriously doubted I would ever like what was being done by these women.

"Good morning, ma'am," I tried to greet Mrs. Kaufmann properly, with a curtsey, when she found me in the laundry room, loading the dryer.

"I think I will prefer you to address and refer to me as 'Madame' now, Pamela," she said coldly; then came up behind, to feel that my corset had been laced as she'd instructed.

"Yes, Madame."

"I'm pleased to see you at work and that you had the common sense to lace your corset as I'd directed you to.

"Continue with the laundry then set yourself to your morning chores, of making the beds and cleaning the bathrooms. When you have completed those, change into your outdoor uniform and you may pack away all and I do mean all, of Daniel's things for storage in the attic. I suspect that it's not as clean up there as it should be and I do not want that uniform soiled unnecessarily. So, your outdoor uniform will do until you've devoted sufficient energy to cleaning the attic properly."

"Yes, Madame," I curtseyed as she'd taught me too.

"May I ask a question, Madame?"

"You may. Henceforth, you request to speak, or to ask a question, by cupping your large breasts with the opposite hands and curtseying. I expect not to hear from you, unless you are addressed, or have been given you permission to speak."

I performed the humiliating maneuver.

"Again. Lift them as if you are offering them to your betters, girl." I swallowed and did as instructed.

"Yes?"

"Madame, when I tried on that uniform, I was wearing stockings, should I do so in the future?"

"No." she left the laundry room without further comment.

Around ten thirty, I'd finished my assigned chores, changed my uniform then went to the attic and brought down one of the trunks. Packing Dan's things hurt; it was like closing a final chapter on my previous life. By noon, I was filling the third one, when Madame entered our bedroom.

"Very good, Pamela. I see you've applied yourself to your tasks."

"Madame, the clothes are obviously not Mistress', but I'm unsure of what else I should remove." Of course I knew exactly what was mine and what was Katie's, but had thought that up as a cover to prevent my mother-in-law from learning our secret.

"That's quite understandable, girl," she said after a long pause. Madame didn't know the answer, any more than the new maid was supposed to. She looked in the now, empty closet and through the dresser drawers that had contained Dan's underwear, socks and other items. "I'll wait for my daughter to determine if anything has been over looked.

"Close that up," her hand motioned to the half full locker, "put it up in the attic then change back into your day uniform; there are still chores for you to do." Reluctantly, I did as I was told, freshened my make-up and returned to her.

"You may unpack my luggage and put everything in a proper place." Under her supervision, I unpacked all that Madame had brought and put her luggage in the attic too. I was then told to dust and polish all of the furniture, a task which occupied the rest of the afternoon. It was around four thirty, when she came to me in the dining room.

"Unless directed otherwise, Pamela, at this time each afternoon, you are to change to an evening uniform, freshen up then begin your evening chores. I should not have to tell you each and every little thing that is needed to be done."

"No, Madame."

She was waiting for me in the kitchen and felt my back, to check that I'd not loosened my corset while changing.

"Very good. You will never know when I will check that you obeyed your orders and are properly laced at all times; that includes when you are in bed."

She left me alone, to prepare the meal and set the table. By that time, my chest hurt terribly and, having been on my feet in ridiculously high-heeled shoes, my feet were killing me. At least my day ones were less than the seven-inch high ones that she'd selected for evenings. Natasha had two pairs of ballet-toed boots and I could imagine the pain they'd cause after wearing them just for a short time. Katie had told me before I was trapped into being her maid that she expected me to train to do just that.

I was miserable and I saw no viable path to escape the torment these women were inflicting.

"I informed mother that you have permission to use my husband's van to run errands today, Pamela," my wife told me, when I poured her coffee in the morning.

"Your 'husband's'?" I whined. "Is that how you think of me; just your maid, Katie? I love you."

"Quiet!" she snapped. "Unless you want my mother to know everything, you had best keep your pretty red lips sealed and do exactly as you are told, Pamela!" Mistress hardened my name to emphasize that she was serious.

"Pose over there, where I can see how pretty you are in your cute, fluffy maid's uniform, girl!" I started to mince; my heels had reduced my walk to very short steps.

"I want to feast on just how adorable you've become." I was totally defeated.

"Now, I told you, I have errands for you to perform today," she resumed. "You are to go to the court house and file application to have your name changed to Pamela Camille MacNeal. I called there, to see what fees are necessary for that and I will leave you enough money. You'll need your birth certificate; don't forget it.

"Mother told me she'd picked out a uniform for you to wear when running errands and she showed it to me last night while you were busy with the dishes here."

"You let her in my closet?" I was upset. Now my mother-in-law knew the extent of my wardrobe, especially some of the really kinky things that had been Natasha's. "How could you?"

"She's my mother and she led me there. I couldn't very well stop her. As you've learned, mother gets her way. Anyway, it's over with.

"That is a very cute dress and perfect for a maid while she's out and about. Wear it as you've been told." That ended her lecture; I couldn't think of it as a conversation.

When I was set to do my chores, after Madame had finished her breakfast, I stole a few seconds to retrieve my birth certificate from the steel box in the nightstand, where our important papers were kept. For a moment, I was puzzled where to put it, as all my uniforms had no pockets. Pulling open the ruffled high white collar, I slid it under my bodice.

Making beds was an ordeal; because trying to bend in my tight corset was nearly impossible and balancing on my heels most difficult, when I had to tuck under the sheets and blankets. There was only one way to clean a bathroom, on my knees. I'd never before thought that such simple chores could be made so strenuous by my feminizing accessories.

"Have you finished your chores, Pamela?" my mother-in-law asked, as I was putting away the vacuum, after completing all the morning tasks."

"Yes, Madame, I have," I had turned and curtseyed to her.

"Very well. My daughter has informed me that she has scheduled you to perform several errands for her today." She seemed to want me to acknowledge that.

"That's correct. Madame," I curtseyed.

"Very well. Change to your proper uniform then. Be sure to complete your assignments and return with sufficient time to change again and prepare our meal." She turned and left for another room before I could acknowledge my orders, but reappeared, just as I was about to depart. My laces were felt for their required gap.

"I stepped outside for a breath of air. It has turned quite chilly causing me to remember that when I selected your uniforms, I failed to provide you with any adequate protection. Mrs. Hopkins has a selection of suitable capes and I've called ahead to make sure that they have what is appropriate. I've instructed her to have two of them altered and set aside for you. I also telephoned Katrina to determine if your errands will permit you the time to drive there. Mistress stated that you will.

"Drive to the uniform store and pick those up, you do remember the way?"

"Yes. Madame."

"A curtsey will suffice." She waited until I performed the maneuver, before continuing.

"That purse is totally unsuitable for a girl in your position when on duty." I wondered what was wrong with my large, black leather shoulder bag. "I'll telephone Mrs. Hopkins and have her select appropriate accessories for you." I did not push myself and tell her off, as much as I wanted too.

Katie's mother was correct. It couldn't be much over fifty degrees outside and the wind made it seem colder when I walked to the garage. As much as I liked mini skirts, I've practical limits and the wind whipping my brief skirt up, made me wish my uniform was a lot longer. Knowing the area around the courthouse didn't offer sufficient parking; I opted to drive to pick up the capes first.

"Good morning, Anne," I curtseyed to the shop girl with a smile.

"Hello, Pamela," she greeted me, smiling also and presenting a much friendlier disposition than the first time we'd met. "We just finished altering your things. They are behind the register." I followed her.

She placed the folded capes and a drawstring purse on the counter.

"This one is waterproof and reversible, but won't do much to keep you warm in the winter." Unfolded, she held up the satin-like cape. The other, still no longer than the hem of my shortest uniform, was white, satin lined, black wool with a hood. Both only had a single closure at the base on my neck. I thanked Anne, signed the credit slip, curtseyed and left wearing the wool cape.

The woman in the court clerk's office was polite, but seemed to stare a lot, seemingly in disbelief, when I greeted her and told her the reason for my visit.

"The filing fee is sixty dollars Ms and I'll need to see your birth certificate, please?" While I took out the money and the certificate, she found the needed form.

"Legal name and address."

"Daniel Richard Kraus," I answered. Her head snapped up and she started to giggle. I felt my face burn from embarrassment. When asked, between her ill concealed amusements, I told her my address and age.

"Desired name, Miss Kraus?" At least she didn't say, 'mister' or comment more.

"Pamela Camille MacNeal," I said then spelled it.

"It certainly fits your look better. Occupation?"

"Er… I'm a maid," I stammered. The worst followed.

"Name and address of employer?' I didn't want to answer that I was my wife's maid, but I saw no other options and with great embarrassment, I told her the truth.

In all, completing the filing took about twenty minutes. I was greatly relieved to have it over with and to return to the safety of our home. Madame had me change and set me to work for the rest of the afternoon, ironing and putting away the laundry.

Not much changed over the next two weeks. Madame was constantly somewhere near, to keep me busy with one task or another and to assure that I completed them to her demanding standards and that my appearance was faultless at all times. I didn't even leave the house, but to retrieve the newspapers and mail. I didn't do the weekly grocery shopping. Katie and her mother did that usually on the weekend. If something were needed during the week then Madame obtained it.

As my mother-in-law had taken complete control of my life, overseeing nearly all of it, II had given no concern to merely placing the mail on my wife's vanity, after it arrived each day. As Daniel was supposed to be in Canada and didn't get much other than bills, I no longer paid any attention to what had been received in the stack I placed there each day. As a result, I didn't see the envelope containing the paper announcing my required court appearance.

"I couldn't help, but notice that Daniel received a letter from the Superior Court today, Katrinka." I heard Madame tell her daughter, as I stood by, after serving their dinner. I wanted to disappear.

"Yes, just a … routine notification regarding a civil matter, mother," Katie returned nervously. It was obvious to me and her mother picked it up also.

"What is it? I'm your mother and certainly you can tell me."

"It's nothing, Mother. Just a routine matter."

"What sort of trouble is he in? Your father and I have excellent lawyers on retainer who can help."

"Mother, I told you it is a routine matter and we do not need a lawyer. Everything is alright." Katie glanced at me then returned to eating.

"Certainly … I understand that a personal matter should not be discussed in front your servants, dear.

"Pamela, go to your room and stay there until you are summoned." I did not want to simply abandon my wife to her demanding mother, but I couldn't interfere without showing our hand either. I obeyed Madame's order with a curtsey and went upstairs to my room.

It was forty minutes later that Katie called me downstairs. She seemed disturbed and was waiting for me in the hallway. "Mother knows. Clear the table, eat your supper and finish your chores, Pamela. That will be all for this evening. We will talk in the morning." Clearly, she was upset, but I was even more so. Her tone was sharp and left me speechless.

"Mother knows. She pressed until I told her the truth, Pamela," my wife began when she entered the kitchen the following morning. "She now fully understands the situation and, I expect, based on the discussion we had, that some things might change regarding your position here as my maid. Things will be easier in that we no longer need to keep it secret and continue with the lies."

"There will be no discussion, girl!" Madame stated firmly when she entered the kitchen after my wife had left for work. "You are Pamela, my daughter's maid." The bitch was grinning at me.

I filled her cup and placed it on the table. She ordered her usual breakfast. As I prepared it, she continued.

"We decided that we are not being entirely fair to you with the way things are now. Working you seven days a week without a break, is inappropriate. Effective today, you will be paid minimum wages for forty fours a week. Hours beyond forty will be your contribution for your room, board, uniforms and health care." I just listened calmly, resigned that this as the way it was going to be for me. My situation could be much worse with the knowledge she had gained.

"You do need time off, to do things for your relaxation and entertainment," Madame informed me. "Unless there is a compelling reason to change the day, you will be given Wednesdays off. That is, after your morning chores are completed and Mistress expects you to return no later than ten thirty in the evenings."

I served her juice and toasted muffin with a curtsey.

"To improve your financial situation, after your court date, you may sell Mr. Kraus' van and retain the proceeds. What you do with the money will be your own affair. You may buy another vehicle, if you wish, with the understanding that insurance, operating expenses and maintenance costs, will be your responsibilities."

She smiled and changed the subject.

"For sometime, I had thought to hire you three days a week, to perform the services Martha has been doing in my home. You needn't answer me, but it is my belief that you would not be very happy working for me, as you must think ill of me for the training I've provided and the manner in which I've dealt with you and, the less of me that you see, the better. As I stated, you need not respond to my belief.

"With Katrinka's permission, if you would like the opportunity to improve your financial situation, I could arrange part-time work for you in the homes of some friends, but there is time for that later." She stood and walked from the kitchen without another word or glance in my direction.

I began my morning chores and was surprised when she found me a few hours later as I was scrubbing the toilet in their bathroom.

"You need not get up, Pamela." I was kneeling, but straightened to face her.

"When you finish, I'd like it if you would help me pack my things then load them in my car, please?" It was the first time she had said, 'please', since I'd become a maid. "Yes, I've interfered far too much in my daughter's affairs and your life." She smiled again and went to the bedroom to begin packing.

We worked silently together and before noon we had packed everything she'd brought with her. "Thank you, Pamela. I would appreciate it, if you could place my luggage in my car, please?" I curtseyed and did as she'd asked.

"Thank you very much." Madame accepted her keys when I'd finished. She pointed to ta hundred dollar bill on the kitchen table.

"That is a tip for the maid.

"Thank you for your pleasant and helpful service, Pamela." Madame looked at me and sighed.

"Please promise me this? Don't let all of your training go to waste." She giggled most uncharacteristically. "And do not waste your waist."

At the door, Madame turned to face me and drew a deep breath. "I must tell you … I do not fully approve of this…" She searched for the words. "Katrinka however, seems quite satisfied with her … arrangements with you…" Abruptly, my mother-in-law left the house. I think she actually wanted to say more, but I wasn't going to press her to expand on that subject.

For over three weeks, my mother-in-law had made my life miserable, but, for reasons I didn't understand, I felt a tremendous let down as I watched her car drive out of sight. While she had been in the house, I wanted nothing but her departure. When she was finally gone, I was actually sorry to see her go.

Her departure had come about so quickly; I was in a bit of a numb state and didn't immediately react to it. As it registered, my initial thoughts had been to strip off my maid's uniform and shed my six-inch heels then loosen my corset. I didn't act to do any of those things. I made myself a sandwich and began to reflect as I ate.

'Did I really want to do that - stop being a maid? If I did, what would I do? I had no other job. With the obstacle of not having any record of an educational or employment background, what was the likelihood of finding another job as Pamela?' I had many questions, but almost no answers.

There was laundry to be ironed and put away. It didn't feel right to do nothing and to not contribute my share to the house, while my wife worked all day to pay the bills. As I ironed, another thought struck me; I might still get another job as Pamela and try to use the anti-discrimination laws to protect myself, while offing my real background on the application.

'No, that isn't a good idea. If I were already an employee, I might stand a chance of winning a battle like that, but, as an applicant off the street, my chances of winning a successful lawsuit seemed slim. Gathering evidence to prove that discrimination was the real reason I wasn't hired was going to be extremely difficult, if not impossible.'

I re-examined my current situation, asking myself why I shouldn't continue to do just what I'd been doing for the previous few weeks. The worst part of the experience had been the constant presence of Katie's mother and the way she'd taken over my life. Contributing to that, I constantly had to live a lie and keep everything secret. She wasn't in the picture any longer.

'Was what I had been doing really so bad?' I didn't think so. Yes the corsets, as tightly laced as they were required by her, had hurt, but the discomfort was less intense now than at first, especially after a few days of wearing one twenty-three hours a day and I loved the figure they gave me. My heels too had bothered me at first, but I'd become accustomed to them and they no longer hurt. My uniforms, which my mother-in-law selected without consulting me, were actually cute and I didn't mind wearing them. I thought I looked sexy in them.

I ironed all afternoon then I went upstairs to my room, to change into an evening uniform at four thirty.

"Good evening, Mistress," I greeted my wife with a curtsey and a big smile when I opened the door. She stared at me as if in disbelief, handed me her attaché case then turned for me to assist with her coat. Without saying a word, she went upstairs to freshen up and change.

I was turning on the stove to start cooking supper when she came in and looked around. "A glass of wine, please?" she asked then left the room.

"I'm rather surprised to see you properly uniformed and on duty, Pamela," Mistress commented as I served her wine. Her statement took me aback and I only curtseyed in reply.

"Didn't Madame tell you that you are no longer required to be the maid?"

"On the contrary, Mistress, I was informed that effective this morning. I was now being paid to be the maid."

My wife chuckled then started to laugh. "What else did she tell you, Pamela?"

"That I would have one day off a week, from the time I completed my morning chores, until ten thirty at night and. that I was to sell Mr. Kraus' van and use the proceeds as I wished.

"And this arrangement is acceptable to you?" She seemed skeptical.

"Yes, Mistress. I gave things a lot of thought as I did chores this afternoon."

"Tell me how much I'm now allegedly paying you?" Mistress was questioning me as if she had reached a completely different understanding with her mother.

"Minimum wage for forty hours only, though I'll be required to work as many hours as you require to compensate for living here, my uniforms and accessories, plus medical coverage, Mistress."

In the end table drawer was a small calculator. My wife used it for a minute. "With your taxes, social security and other deductions, that works out to less than one hundred forty-five dollars a week." Her expression seemed to be one of concern when her eyes met mine.

"Right now, Pamela, I can't afford that much; I honestly cannot."

I was about to offer a suggestion, but she stopped me. "Here is an idea. On paper, I will pay you minimum wage for forty hours, though, as you stated, you'll probably work double that or more. I will begin to pay you officially, after you get your new social security card and other papers. It will all be legal and I'll contribute the employer's share to the state and federal treasuries. You'll have to file your 1040's and pay taxes, if there are any.

"But, until I can afford you, unofficially, you'll pay one hundred or more for board. In other words, I'll give you forty dollars a week in cash, even though your pay stub will say whatever it calculates out. With all your expenses taken care of, that is still more disposable income than you carried around when you were working your former job." I had to agree with her calculations, but didn't speak – neither of us did for several moments.

I tended to supper and returned to the living room with a curtsey.

"Do you agree to what I've suggested and are you going to continue to obey all the rules that mother established for my maid, Pamela?"

I didn't hesitate to drop a curtsey and say, "Yes, Mistress," with a smile.

"Very well, maid. Carry on."

At the conclusion of her meal, I was informed that my court appearance was scheduled for the following Wednesday afternoon. "Consider Wednesday will be your normal one day a week off. I'll require that personal business be conducted on your time, not mine."

I had to chuckle, causing her to question what was funny. "Just the coincidence, Mistress, . Madame informed it was Wednesday also."

*****

"I see no reason why the maid shouldn't do the weekly shopping, or any other shopping I might require. Do you, Pamela?" It was Saturday when mistress asked, while I attended her breakfast.

"No, Mistress, that seems appropriate."

"Very well. I know you started keeping a shopping list as mother instructed you to. Be sure to inventory the wine stock and add what is needed.

"For tonight, I'd like a special meal for two. Lobster and champagne will be appropriate, I think. When you change for this evening, I expect to see you in the black French uniform that was my sister's and your highest heels.

"Plan for dinner to be served at seven o'clock. Oh, I think four courses will be right: appetizers, salad, entrée and dessert; use your imagination to serve what I like, Pamela." An acknowledgement seemed appropriate and I curtseyed.

"I also think that candlelight and soft music will also be in order; see to them."

As I did my morning chores, I began to become concerned about who her guest might be and I began to worry that my wife had started dating another. I resented that now that I was officially her full-time maid and no longer treated as her spouse, that she felt it OK to start seeing other, no, real men.

"Pamela, I'll be out much of the day, so don't expect my return until late this afternoon." Mistress was dressed in tight black leather jeans that were part of Natasha's wardrobe, high-heeled, black boots and her own leather blazer. She looked very attractive - far too attractive.

"I've left money on the table for your shopping." With that, she left the house and shortly afterwards I heard her car depart. I wanted to cry, but no tears ran from my eyes. Damn it, this wasn't right!

I did the shopping wearing my dirndl and resented how everyone stared at me in the crowded supermarket and stores. Still, I did my job properly and even thought to buy a large bouquet for the dining room table.

After returning early afternoon, I changed back to my pale gray uniform and resumed my chores. I had gotten over my resentment and had resigned myself that I wasn't going to change anything. Instead of continuing to feel sorry for myself, I channeled all my thoughts into doing my job the best that I could. Before four thirty and time to change uniforms, I was able to completely prepare the dinner for mistress and her guest and take a nice hot bath.

I selected the black leather corset' and laced myself an inch tighter in order to fit into the designated uniform after smoothing up back net tights, straightening their seams and buckling on a pair of black patent pumps with seven and a half inch heels.

Using extra care, I applied my makeup more heavily than usual and took extra care with my freshly shampooed hair before putting on the elegant taffeta uniform dress with its ruffled white apron and headpiece. The sewn in petticoat was nine layers of gathered white taffeta and rustled loudly, even though it didn't cover the matching ruffle covered panties I'd put on over the tights.

Examining my refection, I decided that shoulder length white satin gloves and Natasha's heavy rhinestone jewelry were also proper accessories. She'd worn them in her stage show that I'd seen and had joked about 'Natasha Diamond's diamonds'.'

The set consisted of three pairs of long, multi-strand heavy earrings, two wide bracelets and a wide choker along with a thin anklet, which I didn't use, as it didn't go with the ankle strap on my shoe.

Finished applying my favorite perfume, I heard the front door open and mistress call to announce she was home. Then she came upstairs.

"Oh my, you've really out done yourself tonight, Pamela. Very, very pretty." She complimented.

"Are you finished?"

"Yes, Mistress, just now."

"Please come in my room and help me get ready for tonight?" Being reminded of her date, started to bring back my feelings of resentment, but I managed to push them aside and forced a smile with my curtsey.

"Undress me please, Pamela?" Mistress had me do everything for her, until she stood naked.

"Now that mother has returned home, I think I'm going to have start using you as my ladies maid in addition to your other chores," she grinned.

"Pick out what you think is my most attractive cocktail dress and everything to go with it while I take a quick shower." She went into her bathroom and closed the door.

My wife had a short green pouf dress, with a strapless velvet bodice and satin skirt. I laid it across the bed and had selected the high-heeled sandals and underwear to go with it, just as she opened her bathroom door.

"Maid, I'm ready to be dried." She said it in a haughty tone then started to giggle. "Get your twat in here and get to work."

I started to dry her with a big fluffy towel. "Come on, you can do better. Make it sensuous, but don't take intimate liberties with your mistress." She obviously had been to a beauty parlor for the works: hair, makeup, manicure, pedicure and even a full body wax including her pussy and she had been careful to keep her face and coif intact while showering.

"Powder me, just don't get it on your pretty uniform."

I started to dress her by picking up the green thong that matched the color of her dress. "No panties, not for what I've planned for tonight.

"Fetch me one of your garter belts and a pair of your sexy black stockings, maid. I don't want anything covering my hot box tonight." She was just ordering me about like the servant they'd made me.

When I returned with the items, she said, " You just look so sexy in that uniform, Pamela. I do hope we can keep control until later. You can look forward to wearing it on my special nights from now on."

Her words and what was planned greatly saddened me, but I did as I was told and remained quiet.

"Take my hand to escort me downstairs. You're used to high heels, but I've not worn any this high since our anniversary." Mistress' sandals had spikes three and a half inches shorter than mine. She didn't let go until we'd reached the living room.

"Light the candles; then turn on the stereo and extinguish the lights, maid." That order was said in her affected voice also, but she didn't end it with a giggle.

"You may open the champagne and bring it here with two glasses, maid."

Mistress was still standing when I returned. "Why is the porch light still on?" she asked.

"For your date." I simply, flatly stated the facts.

"Oh?" was her answer, followed by several minutes of silent staring at me.

"Pamela, dear, do you honestly think I have a date this evening? Do you think I'd do something like that?"

"Honestly, Mistress, yes."

"Thank you for answering me honestly." More silence.

"In fact, I do have a date, but turn out the light and lock the door anyway." I did as I was ordered.

"This is for my date tonight." She removed a white box from a shopping bag and handed the bow-topped package to me.

"You may open it, Pamela." I was bewildered, but lifted the top from the light package. Inside was a beautiful rose corsage.

I had to turn the card to read 'To My Wonderful Maid Pamela, Love, Mistress'.

"Let me put it on for you." I had tears trickling from my eyes as she pinned it above my left breast. Mistress pulled me close and kissed my lips.

"I'm … sorry, Mistress," I stammered.

"Hey, why the tears?" Her knuckle wiped the corners of my eyes.

"I'm sorry … for thinking you were dating someone else."

"You may be my maid now, but you are the only one for me, Pamela." She kissed me again. "No more tears now."

"Pour the champagne, Pamela." Still fighting tears, but managing not to ruin my makeup, I filled her glass then offered my tray. "Fill a glass for yourself too. I'm inviting my maid to share this evening with me."

Mistress giggled. "We can do this as a lesbian date, but I just had a kinky idea. Would you like to hear it?"

She moved and sat on the couch. "This is your choice, I mean that. We can play this as I've just said, or you will continue in your maid's role, but share and converse with me. How would you like the evening, Pamela?"

For the first time since the morning, I smiled and just answered with a curtsey then lifted the glass from my tray. "I think I'd like to try it as your maid, Mistress."

"Very well. To my excellent maid, Pamela and to many years of happiness together."

"To my beautiful Mistress, may I always be permitted to serve and bring her happiness." We sipped.

She set her glass down. "OK, enough formalities for the moment.

"I want to tell you something. Mother overstepped her authority before she left. Our agreement was for her to dismiss you as the maid in this house, not offer you a full time job. I was going to let you have a few days off to just enjoy being Pamela then I was going to offer you the job, pretty much as she outlined, but with our subsequent discussion regarding your pay and everything else.

"I want you to know, that while I was surprised to find you on duty when I came home, I was also very pleased.

"I also want you to know that tonight was to be a surprise for you, but I never intended nor did I want you to believe my partner for tonight was anyone other than you, Pamela. I didn't want to hurt you as I obviously have. I love you."

"What lovely flowers, Pamela. How very thoughtful!" Mistress hugged me tightly when she saw them gracing the dining room table.

While I had to serve our meal and attend to things, I was invited to sit and enjoy it with her.

"I want you to leave the kitchen until morning; I'll be very angry if you disobey me on this. Open the second bottle of champagne and join me on the couch," I was ordered when we'd finished.

She patted close to her when I curtseyed with my tray.

"Sit next to me."

With my corsets, it is very uncomfortable to sit in a relaxed fashion, especially on soft, deeply upholstered furniture. Instead, I perched upright on the edge, with my legs together. When questioned why, I explained and mistress accepted my reasons.

"In the front hallway there are a couple of shopping bags, please bring them here, Pamela?" I rose and fetched the two bags.

"Sit, drink your wine. Just don't get drunk tonight.

"I brought you some presents today." She handed me one and motioned I should open it.

"With winter coming and wet weather, I think you should have a pair of boots to wear when out running errands." I opened the box to find a pair of high-heeled, black knee boots. "Your work boots are fine for doing yard work, but I felt you should also have a pair that were more stylish. A maid is a reflection of her mistress and I'll not permit her to present other than an attractive appearance."

"They are very pretty and being rubber should keep my feet dry. Thank you, Mistress."

I was handed the second bag. It contained a pair of white, thick mittens and a very long, matching winter scarf along with two pairs of shiny beige tights. "For now, I'm not going to permit you to wear anything but your proper uniforms when on duty; only on your days off. I imagine that as short as they are, your legs might get chilled, but at least those will keep you a little warmer. I know you prefer stockings, but I don't think I want my maid showing her stocking tops when the winter wind blows up her skirts." I again thanked her as she reached for her purse.

"When we discussed your compensation, I told you that proper grooming and supplies are your responsibility. This one time, so you look nice for your court appearance, I'll treat you to a trim, color, makeup and nails." The envelope was an appointment card for ten-thirty on Wednesday, with the same beautician who'd done my first make over. "They'll bill my credit card including the tip, Pamela."

"Thank you, Mistress," I stood and curtseyed then sat back down.

Together we blew out the candles once the bottle was empty. "It's time for bed." At the top of the stairs, I curtseyed and thanked her for my presents then turned towards my room.

"Where do you think you're going, girl? I've not dismissed you for the evening. Get that cute ass of yours in my room – you're are still on duty," she was stern.

"Undress me," she ordered. I removed her dress and petticoats and put those away while she used the bathroom.

"Use the toilet then come back here," Mistress seemed angry, causing me to question what I'd done wrong.

"Turn around!" I felt her untie my apron strings then unzip the dress and slip it from my shoulders.

"Take that off, girl." She waited then ordered me to remove my panties.

"Your punishment for attempting to leave my presence before being dismissed is that you will have to spend the night here wearing all of the rest of your uniform. Now get in my bed!"

She climbed on top to straddle me then grinned down. "Further, girls like you, maids, do not get on top of their mistress. Your place is on the bottom in my bed." Mistress reached and turned out the light to end on my chest, kissing me.

"I'm sorry I have to be this way, but you need to be taught a lesson, Pamela." Her voice softly cooed her words between kisses.

"You'll just have to do your best getting your tights down when the time comes," was spoken in a whisper.

One of her hands pushed my gloved one to her naked breast and squeezed herself hard. "God, I've waited weeks for this!"

Neither of us fell immediately asleep after we were spent. My wife hugged me tightly. "I love you, Pamela. I want you to be with me the rest of our lives.

*****

Wednesday was my big day, but I was very nervous about appearing before the judge in my shopping uniform, winter cape and new boots, despite the high that had built while Shirley worked on my hair and Joan filled and lengthened my nails by at least a quarter of an inch.

After waiting almost two hours, while lawyers and litigants argued about a disputed home repair contract followed by a short recess, the clerk called my name. "Mr. Daniel Krauss." Very embarrassed and sending the courtroom into laughter, I made my way forward to the witness stand.

The matronly court clerk gaped and the judge beat his gavel while calling for order in the courtroom.

"Place your right hand on the bible." I did. "Do you affirm to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?"

"I so affirm." I guessed that in that courtroom, 'swearing' wasn't politically correct.

"Be seated."

The judge took over, "State your full, legal name."

"Daniel Martin Kraus," I answered.

"The Court is in receipt of a petition for a legal change of name from Daniel Martin Kraus to Pamela Camille MacNeal. Is this your signature?" The judge held the application and pointed to where I had signed it. "Let the record show that the applicant has affirmed the signature.

"Are your requesting the change of name to avoid, or conceal criminal activity or prosecution?"

"No your honor, I am not."

"Are you seeking a change of name to avoid civil dispute or judgment?" I answered I wasn't and the same when he asked, "Are you requesting a change of name to avoid payment of debts?"

"Are your gainfully employed at this time?"

"Yes, your honor, I am?"

"What is your occupation and the name and address of your employer?"

"I'm employed as a maid by Mrs. Katrinka Kraus…" Even the judge laughed along with the others and drowned out the rest of my answer.

"Is there anyone present who wishes to give testimony as to why this petition should not be granted?" he boomed, once order had been restored.

"Petition granted, Mr. Daniel Kraus is now legally known as Miss Pamela Camille MacNeal." His gavel struck once.

"See the clerk in the outer office, Pamela. Good luck."

I had to wait fifteen minutes to receive my copies of the court order from the clerk and to pay five dollars for each of the sealed documents.

Being too late to go to Motor Vehicles, or any other offices to obtain any new identification, I returned home and changed to my evening uniform then started supper. Despite having been embarrassed in court, I was in a very happy mood.

 

Epilogue

 

It has been five years since I became a maid. My wife/employer has received three promotions and although I no longer know how much her income is, the first one was enough for her to buy a larger house and more furniture to fill it. I have very nice suite for the maid's quarters in part of the third floor attic. I'm still her full time maid and though I'm still only paid minimum wage, she started giving me my full wages after only five months.

When my breasts had grown about as much as they were going to a couple of years ago, I asked to have them enlarged, to which she agreed. At the time, I'd more than enough money saved to pay for the implants from my savings, but she reminded me of her own desires and fantasy to make love to a large breasted girl like me. I agreed to her proposal to pay for the surgery if she could have a large set to play with in bed. I wear F cup bras now. I'm allowed to wear one to do my day chores only and they don't quite fit.

Often, my breasts with their silver nipple rings are fully exposed by my evening uniforms and they bounce about a lot while I serve her en-pointe. Mistress greatly enjoys playing with them. I must admit that I take great pleasure bringing her happiness any way that I can.

Even though the house is larger, my workload is actually less, as I no longer do any yard work; there's a contractor for that and another for the swimming pool.

Frequently we go out together, mostly on weekends, when I dress nicely and act as her lover – that's not very hard to do.

With her permission, I started doing cleaning for others in the new neighborhood five months after I'd everything under control in her new home. Despite that I charged eight dollars an hour for my services then, there was more demand for my services than time to satisfy my potential clients as my reputation spread by word of mouth.

I still must attend to all the chores in this house, but have stopped doing cleaning work outside the house. I still serve at parties for my clients, as I enjoy it and the wages much better than cleaning pay. My free time is spent supervising the eight girls that work for me. MacNeal's Maids, Incorporated netted just under twenty-five thousand dollars in its first full year and if I can't find any more maids, it should still clear at least forty thousand in its second.

Only two of my girls, Barbara and Janina are GG's; they are workaholics. The rest are girls like me - T girls.

The starting pay is six dollars fifty cents an hour with time and a half after forty. The company supplies uniforms; they get three. No, they don't have to wear a corset or high heels like I must, but they are required to be clean and well groomed.

I require them to be drug, alcohol and tobacco free and my company does perform random testing about every six months. They also must have a clean criminal record, as all my employees are bonded.

If you'd like to submit an application, please email me with a photo.

 

The End

  

  

  

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