Purchase Price Includes the Maid
by
Karen Anne Summerfield
ã October 2003
'…26 rooms, 7,260 sq. ft. of 2 sty, modern Victorian luxury. Foyer, LR, Fml DR, GR, Den, Billiards, Library, Office, 5 BR, 8 Baths, Entertainment Rm, Laundry, Pantry, Studio, Huge Ktchn, Fsh Bsmt, 2 Wet Bars, more, includes all furnishings. 40 ft. free-form heated Pool. Pool Hse w/Ktchn, Wet Bar, 2- ½ Bath & Maid Qtrs. 5-bay Garage/aprmt, Gazebo. Set on 15 acrs of fenced wooded park.
Must be seen! A steal at $6.9 million. (Special Note – Purchase price includes the maid.)' Call Rose at MacMillian Realty 932-555-4000
"Good morning, Madam," Henry, the Chatworth's butler/chauffer, greeted Rose MacMillian as he tended the door of the Rolls for her and his employers.
"This map and instructions will take you to the house." Rose handed him the papers then entered the car to sit facing her clients.
"It's a fifteen minute ride," she informed them.
"Rose, it's highly unusual for a real estate listing to include a maid. Please explain?"
"Well, Caroline, I've been selling real estate for over twenty years and never seen anything quite like it either. Karen has been living with the Gould's since she was orphaned when ten years old. I'm unclear as to the origin of that arrangement; the girl refuses to discuss it. The heart of the matter is that three years ago, when she turned eighteen, she entered into a rather lengthy and complex contract with the Gould's to become their maid and live in the maid's quarters on the estate until she dies.
"I've had two independent teams of attorneys look into that contract at some depth. Both have concluded that there is no loophole to possibly break the agreement, which, in part, is a lease of the rooms she occupies."
Bewildered, George Chatsworth shook his head. "Could you summarize the arrangement?" he asked.
"Karen performs all the services one would expect of a maid and is on duty 24/7. The owners are to pay her only minimum wages for forty hours of service a week though they can work her as much as they wish.
"They are also to provide full medical, dental, optical and prescription coverage, as well as her uniforms and accessories. Whether you provide her with food is up to you; the Gould's did, but her contract doesn't require that."
"You said there is no way to break the contract, Rose. Suppose we don't like her?"
"Don't rush to prejudge the girl. You will like her when you meet her, Caroline," Rose confidently smiled.
"Karen is a very attractive and unusual girl and I believe she is the reason that turned away the other potential buyers."
"Why would that be an impediment?" Caroline questioned.
"In part, I guess that a few wives were jealous, because she's far more attractive than they ever were or they feared their husbands would be temped to stray." Rose smiled and stopped talking about the maid.
For several minutes they rode in silence. "Rose, there is something else that caused you to state that the maid was the reason no one has bought the house. What else about her, besides her appearance, caused potential buyers not to go forward with the purchase?"
"Do either of you speak French?" Her clients told her they did not.
"I'm not going to tell you until you have met her and seen the house." The realtor grinned. She wanted her commission and wasn't going to dash all hopes of receiving it, before she had the opportunity to earn it.
"Oh my god!" Caroline Chatsworth gasped as the house came into view. "It's absolutely gorgeous, George." She hugged his arm.
Karen had been waiting and stepped outside onto the flagstone porch to execute a deep curtsey as the party approached.
'Attractive is a gross understatement,' Caroline said to herself. She turned her head to confirm that her husband was staring at her too. He smiled at his wife.
'Those tits can't possibly be real and look at that waist!'
"Unbelievable," George whispered aloud.
Karen lightly gripped the hem of her short black uniform and curtseyed deeply with a smile. "Bon jour, Madame et monsieur. Mon namne est Karen, I la bonne.
"Bon jour, Madame MacMillian," she greeted.
"Bon jour, Karen. C'est Monsieur et Madame Chatsworth.`
"Maintenante, parlez l'anglias." Karen had wanted to converse in French, but obeyed the realtor's order.
"Oui, Madame."
"Hello, welcome to Cherrywood Estate," she curtseyed again. "The blossoms are so pretty in the spring.
"Please come in and I will show you the house." Rose let her friend go. She had heard her sell from the first and wasn't about to stop Karen's performance.
"As you see, we are in the foyer. The floor is black walnut, inlaid with American holly.
"Do either of you play the harpsichord?" she asked. "This one was made three hundred years ago in Vienna." She ran her beautiful red nails over the keys to play a few bars of a concerto.
"The great room is this way, please?"
"George, how can she possibly move about with such ease wearing those heels?" Caroline whispered. Karen turned to look over her shoulder and grinned, but quickly redirected her attention to where she was going.
"As you see this room is for entertaining your guests. I do hope you have a lot of friends, I love serving parties." Karen moved behind the bar at the far end and opened a paneled door.
"These are the main controls for the electronic video and sound entertainment systems." In response to her brief manipulations, drapes closed to darken the twenty-eight foot high, windowed wall. A panel slid open noiselessly to reveal an eighty-four inch, high definition, plasma video screen.
"That can display any of the five hundred fifty-three satellite TV channels, DVD, tapes and some other media. Should I demonstrate?"
"Thank you, not now. Continue, Karen," George instructed. She caused the drapes to part and the screen to cover.
"By the way, this maid does do the windows," she giggled.
"Each room has a display screen for your enjoyment and diversion. They are independently controlled."
Karen led them through the rooms on the ground floor; explaining things as she went. After showing the pantry and the laundry room, where she explained that she did everything required, even dry cleaning, she paused in the kitchen.
"For the Gould's, I was also the cook. I can do French, German, American, Mid-eastern, Kosher and oriental. If you have a taste for Tex-Mex, I request I be given additional training, please?"
"I do not think that will be required, Karen," Mrs. Chatsworth stated.
"Please continue?'
They climbed the grand staircase in the foyer. The walkway went around the great room. Polished woodwork was omnipresent in the house. "This is the office. Mr. Gould used it as his sanctuary, while Mrs. Gould preferred the library downstairs for her privacy."
She showed them the guest suites. "They seldom had overnight visitors, so these are practically like new," Karen explained.
"The master suite is near the top of the stairs." She led the way. Overly attractive or not, Caroline did not consider the petite redheaded French girl, even with her outlandish figure, to be her competition. George had been faithful for the fifteen years they had been married and there was no doubt in her mind he would continue to be.
"The basement is this way."
"We do not need to see there." When Rose heard Caroline state that, her hopes for a sale were squashed.
"I wish to," her husband overruled.
Karen was well aware of the impart of the lady's words, but didn't show it.
Next, Karen led the party to the garage. A late model Hundai occupied one bay. "The car is mine," she informed.
"There is an apartment above, where the couple who built this house housed their man. The Gould's only had me as their servant."
They were shown the nicely appointed bachelor pad. "Henry will be in heaven up here, dear!" Caroline grinned. Despite her lack of enthusiasm for the subterranean facilities, Mrs. Chatsworth had returned to her earlier, enthusiastic mood upon seeing the heated pool surrounded by a spacious patio and manicured yard.
"This is the pool house. My quarters are upstairs," Karen informed.
"His and hers lavatories. There is access from the patio too."
"Two-holers?" George crudely questioned.
"Pool parties, frequently were attended by fifty couples or more, monsieur," Karen matter-of-factly stated. "My employers liked to entertain their friends."
"What did they do to earn their money?" Caroline asked out of curiosity.
The maid dropped a quick curtsey. "With due respect, Madame, it is most improper for a servant of my position to discuss the activities of my previous employers or my future ones."
"Jacob Gould was a Broadway producer," Rose spoke for the first time since the tour had begun.
Karen's merit had gone up in her future owners' estimation.
"My quarters are at the top of the stairs." Following the maid up the spiral steel staircase, Caroline could not quite believe what she thought she glimpsed beneath the bouncing petticoats of the maid's uniform.
"My lounge," Karen stated. It was a room with computer, small television and stereo system. A bookcase, upholstered chair positioned to watch the television and the stool before the desk bearing the computer completed the furnishings.
The bedroom was more than twice the size of the lounge. In contrast, it was very femininely decorated and appointed. She showed the small bathroom. Just as with the entire house, everything was immaculately clean.
"What are these, Karen?" George picked up one of the small electronic devices that had been arrayed in a charger unit atop the bookcase in Karen's outer room.
"They are my control units, monsieur. You can use it to awaken me, summon me or talk with me… You can also punish me with one of them."
"Show us," Caroline ordered.
Karen curtseyed and reached to unzip her uniform part way down in back then turned down its snug, high collar edged with a lace ruffle. She'd revealed the two-inch wide, thick stainless collar locked about her throat. "My collar contains a microphone and speaker, as well as a position transmitter and the means to deliver serve punishment, if that is ever deemed necessary."
"My proximity will also trigger the cameras." Her finger pointed to one corner of the room. "I have my own channel on the TV system. When I'm in view of them, the cameras can display me on the screens in every room of the house.
"I was told there are over one hundred cameras installed, but I've only discovered forty-three." Karen shrugged. "I know there are a lot more."
*****
"We'll be buying the maid, Rose," Caroline announced, once they had returned to the grand foyer. It was a complete surprise to realtor, as she had prepared for another refusal.
"You told us the house has been on the market for nearly a year. I now know why it didn't sell in that time even after dropping the listing a million dollars; it was your ad."
"My advertisement?" Rose questioned.
"Yes," Caroline sparkled, "it's worded wrongly; quote, Special note: Purchase price includes the house and furnishings, unquote.' You should have advertised her and not the house.
"If you'll excuse us, Rose, I'd like a few words with my maid, in private, please?"
"But of course." She turned towards the door. Karen rushed to open it with a curtsey.
"George, keep Rose company, please?" He nodded and followed out.
"See what you might arrange for a rapid closing."
Caroline moved to sit. "Mrs. MacMillan alluded to something about you that caused her previous clients to reject this listing, but would not answer, beyond some of the women seeing you as a threat to their marriages, you will tell me what their problem might have been, Karen … now, please?"
After a moment of silence during which it was obvious the maid grew increasingly uncomfortable with the situation she was in, Caroline repeated softly, "Now please?"
Karen drew a deep breath and raised her head. "Je ne suis pas né une fille, Madame," she barely whispered.
Though she didn't speak the language, Caroline had been exposed to it just enough to understand the essence of that communication.
Rose twitched anxiously. She feared her commission was going down the drain again.
"Madame, if you are concerned that your husband might have sex with me…"
"Silence!" Caroline snapped.
"Now, we will get a few things clear from the start, maid." Though not in the least bit angry or even mildly upset, Caroline had decided to take control and establish her authority.
"First, raise your skirts and let me have a proper look at your belt."
More than a bit intimidated by the sudden display of dominance, Karen quickly raised her frilly petticoats above her waist and spread her feet to be inspected. Mrs. Chatsworth crouched and began a digital examination, as well as, a close-up visual one.
"Who has the keys to this, Karen?"
"I can only state what I was told, Madame. Master Gould stated they are in a safe deposit box before he passed away."
"Does your former Mistress know, Karen?"
"I have no idea, Madame. I do not know if she is even alive. If she is, I've no way, that I have been informed of, for me to contact her."
Caroline straightened. "Lower your skirts and fix your uniform.
"Please explain your situation?"
"I'll not divulge information regarding my former employers, Madame," The twenty-one year old stated.
"I heard that the first time. Answer my question."
Karen sighed, if there was any hope of improving her situation, she had to divulge some information.
"I cannot leave the grounds. There is an invisible fence surrounding it which will activate my collar." She lowered her heavily made up eyes for a moment. "It has been more than a year since I was able to leave the premises, Madame."
"A year?" Caroline repeated. "Who controls it?"
"I have no idea, Madame? Since it was installed to keep me here, I was not told how to deactivate it.
"Someone pays the bills, taxes and utilities. My wages, after deductions, are properly deposited weekly in my account. I can access my monies only with my debit card. I use it to order food and whatever else I might want and it is delivered."
Caroline sensed the maid wanted to say more, but had only answered the question.
"Are you happy, Karen?"
The maid raised her false lashes briefly, but lowered them before answering. " I was not permitted to complain, Madame."
"Complain! That is an order!" she stated firmly.
"I am very lonely. Mrs. MacMillian only brings potential clients around once a month, on average, sometimes less frequently." Karen shrugged.
"Is there something I can do for you?"
Karen met her blue eyes. "Buy me, the purchase price includes the house, furnishings and the grounds."
*****
"You have a contract. How soon can we have closing, Rose?" Caroline demanded when she came out of the house with Karen behind.
"I want immediate possession!"
"The title search, survey, home inspection, approval of your mortgage lender will…"
George cut Rose off. "You were not paying attention!" he stated sharply. "When may we own the maid, along with the house?
"I'll require a copy of her contract to review," he stated. "Our agreement is contingent upon my acceptance." Rose was prepared. She dug in her case and handed him a copy of the thick document.
"Who controls the 'fence' and the safe deposit box with the keys to her belt, Rose?" Caroline requested.
"You and your husband … after the sale.
"Did she tell you she could not leave unless the fence is deactivated?" Rose asked.
*****
"My attorneys reviewed the contract, dear," George Chatsworth, informed when he returned from the office on Thursday. "It is as Rose stated, unbreakable – the maid comes with the house."
"What about the control fence, her collar and chastity belt?"
"We gain control of the fence with the title. Her belt is a rather difficult matter. We will have a key to the deposit box, but no one knows where it is.
"It is a matter of Mrs. Gould being in a rather bad state with Alzheimer's and in a care facility in Florida."
Lost with their own thoughts, they sat quietly until Caroline spoke. "In the short time I was with her Saturday, I developed an affection for Karen."
"Likewise," he echoed. "Not that her belt would permit her, but I feel completely at ease with her and doubt either of us could find reasons not to trust the girl alone with the other, dear."
"Accepted. I feel the same." Caroline had not seen any reason to tell her husband about Karen's true sex.
"Have you any thoughts how she came to be in the situation she's in, George?"
"Perhaps she will tell us her story once we've moved in," he replied.
*****
"Please direct me as to what you would like to do first, Madame?" Karen curtseyed to her new Mistress after they had exchanged pleasantries and Henry had been introduced.
"Our butler is in charge of the household and the staff, Karen. You will take your assignments from him." Not at all pleased with the revelation that she had been demoted and that someone, other than herself would be in charge, Karen did not display her emotion. She curtseyed to the man with a smile.
"Direct me to the master suite, Karen," he lifted bags from the boot of the Rolls. Karen moved to take two more bags.
"I will attend to the luggage, girl," he spoke softly. "Precede me to the master suite." She curtseyed and led the way.
Mrs. Chatsworth was in the bedroom, "Place my things in the dresser, Karen. My husband will use the armoire. Just as in a wedding ceremony think of the bride on the left and the groom on the right when arranging things."
Caroline handed one of the controllers to her maid. "Demonstrate how these work, please?" Karen accepted the device the size of a TV remote.
"This is the Off/On button." The transmitter in my collar sends a signal to a small computer and that sends a signal to these." She turned to show them the LCD display, 'Maid is in master bedroom - left center'.
"The button on the side is the microphone." When she had depressed it, her voice came from the speaker on the device around her neck "Just talk normally, there is no need to even place it to your lips. My microphone is voice activated, but the only way to hear me is to depress that." She released the finger pressure.
"The intent is that if I'm doing chores in another part of the house and you desire me to be doing something else, you can direct me to attend to your desires.
"Karen, I would like another tea in the library.
"Yes, Madame.
"Something like that. This rotating dial selects the level of shock you choose to deliver. It returns to the lowest setting after it is used or five seconds. You push the button below it to discharge my collar."
"That seems rather cruel," Henry observed. "How bad is the highest setting?" he questioned.
"I would compare it to the discharge of a large cattle prod. I will collapse to the floor with convulsions and probably lose control of my bladder, minimum."
"Why would we ever have reason to do that to you?" Caroline asked.
"That is for you to decide, Madame. The two times I've felt it was once for a demonstration after my collar was placed on me and when a … rather sadistic woman thought it would be amusing to watch me spill a tray laden with dinners for eight onto several other guests and the dining room carpet. The stains in the carpet caused the carpet to be replaced."
"My god!" Caroline exclaimed. "What was done to her?"
"I was not informed, Madame. I can only assume that she was billed for many thousands of dollars for the designer gowns the stars were wearing that evening as well as the carpet.
"The default setting, the lowest, is sufficient to awaken me from a sound sleep." She demonstrated how the remote would display her on the TV screen in that room.
"I believe I told you the my collar with cause the cameras to follow me about when I come in range, so you need never worry that I'm not where I'm supposed to be or being engaged in forbidden activities. This button will allow you to continuously listen to my conversations. You will find that I will give you little reason to punish me, Madame. Karen returned the device to her mistress.
"I will place the chargers in the your rooms at the first opportunity, Madame. They will need to be recharged each day."
"Thank you, Karen.
"The butler's quarters are off-limits to the maid.
"Henry, the maid's quarters are on the upper level of the pool house. Likewise, you are forbidden to be there."
"But of course, madam," Henry affirmed.
Karen busied herself placing the contents of the luggage in the drawers and closet then took the empty cases to the attic.
For the remainder of the afternoon, she was busy in the kitchen; first putting away the groceries when Henry returned from the supermarket then preparing supper for four. The butler informed her that they would take their meal together in the kitchen after their employers had eaten.
"Normally, you will carry the courses into the dining room. Place your tray on the sideboard then hand me the individual plates to serve. You will then stand there until I clear or attend to matters in the kitchen, as required," Henry instructed.
"Have you given thought to the division of chores and my schedule, sir?"
"Please address me as, 'Henry'. Yes. With the exception of the kitchen, the downstairs will be my responsibility and you are assigned the all the chores on the second floor. The kitchen is your responsibility, girl.
"I have been informed that you will do the windows." Karen just grinned and curtseyed.
"Ah, a promotion. Karen is now a roight propa h'upstairs moid." Henry chuckled while the maid giggled at her little joke. Though she'd tried to imitate an English accent, it didn't sound right being overridden by her heavy French accent.
She wasn't French at all, not even Canadian, but since coming to live with the Gould's, she had been permitted to speak nothing but French. Mrs. Gould liked to brag that she employed a real French maid.
"Karen, I would like you to come to my bedroom," her collar spoke.
"Yes, Madame."
"It will be your responsibility to attend to me. Help my change." Karen moved to her mistress to assist her out of the suit she'd worn to the closing.
"My husband and I dine rather formally most evenings, not that I wear a gown, but I do dress up for diner.
"It would please me if you told me your past and how you came to be in the situation you are in, please?" It was the first usage of that word anyone had directed towards the maid in many years and brightened her considerably.
"I would prefer to leave out many details, Madame."
"Tell me what you are comfortable with, please?"
"My mother was a star in Broadway musicals. I was conceived during … quelle est le mot? I was conceived as a result of a one-night stand. I never knew my father and have no idea who he was. I was born a transsexual.
"When my proclivities became apparent to my mother's associates, I was given to the Gould's."
" 'Given to the Gould's', Karen?"
"That's the best way to describe it, Madame. If a legal transaction occurred, I'm ignorant of it.
"One day I came home from school to find a stranger in our house with my mother. She said 'I was to go with the woman then 'good-bye and good riddance'. There was no affection she'd ever shown towards me. All that was important to my mother was her stage career.
"The woman, Mademoiselle Angieux, was to be my governess and she brought me here.
"Mrs. Gould told me that since I wanted to be a girl that is exactly what I would be and I'd never be allowed to revert.
"Well, I reverted to the way things are fictionalized about how girls were raised during La Grande Epoch. I was fitted with my first corset, high-heeled boots and chastity belt that first evening.
"In the mornings I worked as a maid and was schooled by Mademoiselle each afternoon. Over time, my breasts developed, though I'd not been told I was being given those medications.
"I think I was twelve when a doctor operated on my vocal cords. My breasts were enlarged when I was about sixteen. I was not consulted about how big they would be.
"What else would you like to know about me, Madame?" Karen paused to ask.
"What subjects did your governess teach you?"
"All of my lessons were conducted in French and I've told you I wasn't permitted to speak any other language. She taught me basic arithmetic, some history and some geography.
"I was instructed in all of the skills required of a maid and these were put into practice as soon as possible. Mademoiselle taught me to cook, apply makeup and style women's hair. Dance, sewing, embroidery, along with many other needlecrafts, were taught to me and I was tutored to learn to play the harpsichord."
"How did your contract come about?" Caroline inquired.
"I blackmailed my employers," the maid stated rather bitterly.
"Blackmailed, Karen?"
"Suffice to say that cooking and cleaning were not the only services the maid was forced to perform for my employers and their 'special' guests. I never enjoyed the sex, but the other things were done so often that I came to enjoy many of them; it was the only way I could endure the beatings and torture.
"Despite what Mademoiselle did to me, I enjoyed the bondage she put me in from the beginning."
"Why the contract? Why didn't you just leave when you had the chance?"
"And go where, Madame? Being a good maid is all I've ever been taught. Besides, I would probably be murdered if I were to leave."
"In heaven's name, why?"
"Many of the rich and famous who visited here and enjoyed abusing the maid, would not like the public or the authorities to learn about their hobbies. Mais oui?
"So I thought up the contract then negotiated it. I live in a palace very few ever even dream is possible. I've more than enough money. All of my needs are covered. In return, I'm a maid and now that I have employers again, I won't be so lonely."
"But what about your collar and the belt you are locked into?"
"What about them, Madame? My belt is my armor. Though I was frequently used to provide sex, no one has ever abused me there. The collar is an effective tool for my employers to communicate their desires and instructions. It also allows you to know what I'm doing. I have no problem about it."
"But it also denies your privacy," Mrs. Chatsworth stated.
Karen giggled as she fingered a remote from the nightstand. A large screen TV that appeared in the wall and illuminated.
"I'm on the Maid's network, channel one," she joked. A high definition color picture of the pair appeared on the screen. "There is no such thing as privacy for the maid." Karen's words came from the speakers. As further explanation, she walked into the bathroom to cause the view displayed to change to the camera there.
"I pointed out the cameras in the maid's quarters. If your butler, your guests, your husband or you want to watch the maid undress and bathe, I cannot stop you, Madame.
"I've not yet inserted a DVD in the recorder, but will when we go down, Madame. It can record my activities continuously."
As Karen was busy with her new Mistress, Henry had assumed the diner in the kitchen. Only the maid's exceeded his culinary skills in the household.
"Would you like me to takeover here or do something else, Henry?" Karen asked.
"You may set the table. Seat Mistress to Master's left."
"Karen, my husband would like a dry martini and I would like a gin and tonic, both with a twist of lemon, served in the great room.
"Oui, Madame," she even dipped a proper curtsey in acknowledgement though the order had come from her collar.
As she went behind the bar, Karen observed her image displayed on the big screen and heard the click of her heels on the speaker. Leonard Gould had been a voyeur and the sight of her on the television was not any surprise. Dutifully she mixed their cocktails and served them with a curtsey and a smile.
"Would you like me to insert a DVD so you may record my activities?" the maid asked.
"That will not be necessary; I've figured it out. How long do the disks record?" Mr. Chatsworth asked.
"About thirty hours, sir, in the 'Normal' mode and half that in the high resolution one.
"Explain?" he asked.
"The high resolution records video at twenty frames a second, two thirds of a regular movie, so it will not be quite as smooth, and full audio. Normal is half that with full audio also. There is a super mode too, which captures everything, but it was only used for parties. I was responsible for inserting a blank disk each morning."
"Did it bother you that all of your activities were recorded, Karen?
"No, Madame. I willingly signed a contract to work here as a maid. That I was constantly monitored to insure that I did just that and obeyed all the rules was not something I should have been concerned with.
"So you are comfortable if we continue that practice?"
"Sir, the only things that bothered me about the recordings and still does, is that they were sold and I receive none of the profits for my participation in the starring role."
"Did they have model releases from you for that, Karen?" Mr. Chatsworth asked.
"No, but what difference would it make? I don't have access to the resources to sue the porno sites or even the inclination to do so. Who is going to side with a girl like me?
"What surprises me is that some of the rich and famous haven't sued them."
"Explain, Karen?" Caroline asked.
"There is a very popular one that sells for ninety dollars, Madame. It stars me, of course, and Lillian Connors training me as her ponygirl. By the feedback on the website, the fans really love the scene where I was whipped unconscious."
"Lillian Connors died in a plane crash almost six years ago," George was perplexed.
"Correct, sir. I was only a month past my fifteenth birthday when it was made."
"Are you talking of the star of 'Perfect Family', Karen?"
"Would you like to see her movie, Madame?
"You asked earlier why I blackmailed my employers into a contract to make me a maid for the rest of my life and why I told you if I was on my own in the real world I believe I'd be murdered. The reasons for that are on the disks behind the bar.
"After Mr. Gould died, I made copies of those and sent the original and a copy to two friends outside the United States. I've been told that these have been copied and sent to others for safekeeping. My friends have very specific instructions what to do with the evidence if something bad ever happens to me or they do not receive communication from me after a specified period."
Silence filled the room and continued for several minutes. "That will be all, Karen," Caroline said. The maid curtseyed and left the room.
"I'm not at all comfortable with what I know of the past activities in this house, George," she confided.
"I could see if she'll consider renegotiating her contract, dear."
"I said I was not comfortable with what went on here and what was done to her here. She told me she has been both physically and sexually abused here for the past eleven years."
"Rose stated she wouldn't tell of her past?" he questioned.
"Wouldn't tell Rose, is more correct.
"Regardless, I will confide something I sensed as she attended me in the bedroom; it was nothing that she said, just a feeling. Our Karen is one very strong little girl, not in a physical sense, but mentally. She is a fighter and a survivor."
The movers arrived early the next morning, despite Henry having been proclaimed her superior; Karen stepped forward and took complete control of their activities. Directing the crew was not something he was comfortable with. Hardly appearing as a mistress in her pale pink and white, abbreviated uniform, the young girl took command of the moving crew.
"Place that in the master suite - top of the stairs to the left.
"You there, be mindful how you handle that clock! Set it next to the door in the foyer.
"Place those boxes in the kitchen, first right.
"Careful of that, boy," she addressed a man nearly three times her age.
"Step lively now, No lollygagging about. You may be being paid by the hour, but you are not going to milk this. Move your arse!"
"She is quite something, George," Caroline stood on the side with her arm about her husband. Henry stood quietly behind his employers when Karen had ordered him to get out of her way.
"This is my house! Stand aside!" Karen had ordered the butler when she observed how ineffective he was directing the men.
Perfectly balanced on just one six-inch heeled pump; Karen delivered a roundhouse kick to the lazy mover's behind. "I said move your arse, boy!"
"Yes, ma'am," he murmured.
Karen stepped over to read the contents of the boxes the next two carried in. "Place those it the dining room," and pointed.
"Henry, don't you think you should start to unpack some of our employers' things instead of just standing about?" her question startled everyone.
"Yo, lazy boy, that goes in the library," she directed a box of books.
When there were only a few more things on the van, Karen curtseyed to her employer, "I think a thirty dollar tip is appropriate for each of them, sir?"
"So much, Karen?"
"Yes, Madame, whether they liked it or not, they all worked hard."
George handed her a stack of ten-dollar bills without counting them and not speaking.
"Thank you for being diligent and doing a good job, with my employer's belongings this morning, sir." Karen counted three bills into his hand and rose higher on her toes to kiss his sweaty cheek then moved to the next man.
"I needed to motivate you a bit more than the others," she told the man she'd kicked, "but you came around to carrying your share. Thirty dollars, thank you."
"Karen, I will talk with you in my office now. Go there and wait." Bewildered, she curtseyed and obeyed Mr. Chatsworth's order.
"Why are you facing the wall?" he inquired when he entered ten minutes later. She had crossed her wrists and placed them behind her neck.
"This is the position I was taught to assume when I was going to be lectured or punished, sir. I can only believe that you sent me here for one or both.
"Turn around and place you hands on your apron in front. I sent you here to talk, not to punish you." She did as he'd instructed.
They stared for several long minutes, before he began. George Chatsworth was just two feet away, half sitting on his desk.
"You shamed our butler this morning." He expected a response, none was forthcoming and he was met with only the unblinking, heavily made up green eyes for well over a minute. It was unnerving.
"Have you nothing to say?" he asked finally.
"I do not wish to appear contrary, sir. You made what you believe to be an irrefutable statement of fact. No response appeared to be required."
"Do you feel your actions are excusable?"
"Not to appear argumentative, sir, a job needing to be done was not, I stepped forward and accomplished the task at hand. I merely told the butler to step aside so that one of your servants could get on with what needed to be done." She stood straight and unwavering.
"You shamed him."
"There are canes in the corner cabinet, sir. Beat my arse if you want to punish me. Henry brought shame to himself.
"I'm here to do my job. Do not find fault with me except when I fail to accomplish what I'm assigned."
"You were not assigned to direct the movers," he countered. It amused him that the young maid stood her ground.
"As I attended your breakfast this morning, Madame told me, quote, the movers are expected between eight and nine this morning. I expect you and Henry to direct your energies to seeing that the van is promptly unloaded and everything is put in a proper place in an expeditious and timely fashion, Karen, unquote.
"Since I am only a maid, with a limited education, and understand the words much better in French than when spoken in English, I misunderstood what I was ordered to do, sir?"
She had him and he knew it.
"That will be all, Karen." She had hoped for some action, but wisely pushed aside her desires. It had been too long since anyone had welted her cheeks.
Dutifully, though no one had ever supervised her chores before, Karen found Henry in the dining room rearranging the china and placing the Chatsworth's in the lighted display cabinet.
"What chores should I attend to first, Henry?" she curtseyed.
"You know what needs attending, girl!" he snapped. The maid curtseyed and went upstairs and gathered the soiled linens then carried these to the laundry.
Mid-afternoon, Henry meekly knocked on the open office door, "May we talk, sir?"
"Certainly. Do sit." He turned off the computer monitor, so as not to be distracted.
"Sir, I think I should tender my resignation."
Mr. Chatsworth thought it though and carefully chose his words. "Why is that, Henry? Does the young girl intimidate you?" He had gone straight to the crux of the matter.
"She caused me to lose face this morning, sir. It was highly embarrassing."
"She caused you to lose face? How is that? You both had a job to perform, my wife's orders were explicit." George went on to repeat the exact quote Karen had rubbed in his nose while defending her actions.
"How is it now, that the little bit fluff caused you to lose face, Henry?"
" 'Little bit of fluff', hardly, sir; she's more of a tough marine drill sergeant. I'll tell, you, she may appear to be cotton candy, but, in my opinion, that girl is as hard as nails."
"Perhaps… Are you afraid of her?"
"No, not physically fearful, but I'd not want to cross her, sir."
"May I suggest that you do not then?
"Now talk with me. Why do you feel the need to discuss your resignation?"
"She knows far better than I what needs to be done in this house than I can direct her towards, sir."
Mr. Chatsworth touched the button on the remote mounted on his belt. "Karen, fix me a martini and pour a beer then bring them to my office." He released the switch before he heard her acknowledge. Henry twitched nervously; he did not wish a confrontation.
Karen served the drinks then moved to the entrance, anticipating dismissal.
"Close the door, Karen, then stand facing it." She curtseyed and did as she was told.
"Henry came to my office to tender his resignation, Karen… He believes you caused him to lose face in front of the moving men this morning. How do you suggest we resolve his matter?"
The girl inwardly sighed, wondering why she, lowest on the totem pole, was being asked to resolve the matter.
"The canes are in the corner cabinet to your right, sir. If you deem I have earned punishment…" she began.
"Quiet!" George snapped.
"A man must preserve his place and dignity."
Totally contrary to all that had been beaten into her over eleven years and her orders, the girl spun about on her high heels and faced them. Tears streamed from her eyes, creating black rivers down her smooth cheeks.
"What ... a fuckin' …load of macho crap! A man must preserve his dignity! Barf!" She spit on the desk.
"Try maintaining some degree of dignity wearing a uniform like this one that doesn't quite cover the steel panties that were locked on me and barely covers these tits, that some macho man decided I should have! Then having to appear dignified with a bunch of stinky workmen like I had to this morning!" Her chest was heaving, evincing her upset as her tears of frustration flowed freely.
"Karen, do not be disobedient. Turn about and face the door as you were told," Mr. Chatsworth calmly instructed. She curtseyed and complied.
He turned his gaze on his butler.
"The maid has made a point, sir…" his voice trailed. A glance towards Karen confirmed that she was crying and her breathing had not subsided.
The innocent girl was experiencing an emotional upheaval. She desperately wanted a friend, someone to talk with - someone to confide in and advise her.
"I'm rejecting your resignation, Henry.
"Now, tell me how you propose to resolve this?"
"I believe the German title is, 'Erstes Dienstmädchen', sir. It loosely translates to 'First Girl'.
"May I propose a division of duties?"
"No!" George was serious. "Only one of you is to be in charge and responsible, Henry.
"Choose?"
"Erstes Dienstmädchen Karen, sir." Karen shuddered, but started to calm – one less man would be in control of her.
"Very well, remember, it was your choice to take orders from her.
"Both of you are dismissed."
Karen closed the door and walked down the hallway. At the top of the stairs she turned to face the butler, "I do not enjoy encounters like that. I hope you do not either.
"I sincerely wish that if the performance of my duties here causes you any distress that you discuss the matter with me first," she stated, curtseyed then hurried down the stairs and to her quarters.
*****
At first, it was an uneasy truce between the maid and the butler. He was uncomfortable being assigned chores by her each morning before breakfast.
Though the maintenance of the first floor was his responsibility, it shamed him late one afternoon when he walked through the foyer to find Karen on her hands and knees washing the floor.
"Hi, Henry," she greeted cheerily with a smile then returned her attention to the wood.
"Karen, it is nearly four thirty. You should change into your evening uniform."
"Thank you for the reminder.
"Be a dear and go set the table for diner. I'll be done here in a few minutes."
Having observed her work and what she accomplished each day; Henry had begun to develop a deep respect for the maid. She did not shirk any of her chores. He had come to like the young girl.
The Chatsworth's had been in their new home for about three weeks when Mrs. Chatsworth informed her first girl and butler that a housewarming party was planned for the following weekend. "We've invited one hundred eighteen, based on past participation, I expect between eight and ninety." She turned to Karen.
"All of the guest rooms will be occupied. Assure that they are in order and I expect they will be attended to first each morning, Karen.
"I'd like you two to put your heads together for a self-serve buffet. Henry, rent the equipment necessary."
"With that many guests, we will be using the two bars here and the pool bar, as the weather is expected to be pleasant. Stock them well, Henry.
"Karen, you are assigned the bar in the great room. I expect the most activity there.
"Henry, you've the pool bar.
"The maid of one of our overnight guests will be handling the basement. Josie will bunk with you, Karen." Karen jumped.
"Do not look so startled. There is no other logical place. Josie is an attractive girl and I see no reason you should object." The first girl did object, but had been painfully taught not to express it.
"Next Friday, after I've approved the shopping lists, you will stock the bars, Henry and set up the rental equipment.
"Karen, your are responsible for acquiring all of the food.
"You'll work together to prepare all that you can on Friday and Saturday." Abruptly, Caroline left them.
*****
"I must admit, I was more than a bit skeptical and apprehensive when I learned we would have to accept Karen and what she was … in our household, George, but I now must admit she is one of the hardest working and most pleasant people I have ever encountered," Caroline told her husband as they prepared for bed.
"The party will really test her. We can judge her better afterwards," she added
*****
Early on the morning of the party, Karen opened the front door with a proper curtsey. "Bon matin, Madame et monsieur," she greeted the unfamiliar couple.
"Jim Walker, my wife, Helen." He handed Karen their heavy suitcase.
"Oui, entrez, s'il vous plait?" Karen stepped aside then closed the door.
"Aprez moi, s'il vous plait." She led them upstairs to the green room. The Chatsworth's had chosen to retain the names of the guest rooms based on their color schemes, which the Gould's had adopted.
"Madame et monsieur est by the pool et ils 'ave instructed me to bid vous join them aprez vous 'ave refreshed." Karen curtseyed, closed the door and returned to her chores. Caroline had carefully instructed her to speak with just enough English to make her communications complete and relatively easy to understand for those that did not understand her language.
"She is a pretty thing," Helen observed as she watched the maid descend the stairway on the television screen. Henry had been told to turn on every TV in the house and tune them to the Maid's Network, Channel One, Karen's station.
"I must agree, dear," her husband stated.
An hour later, Monique arrived with her maid, Josie. Karen was not informed of her last name and was told to address her as, 'Maitresse Monique'. Wearing a very frilly black satin French maid's uniform Karen easily read the six-foot tall maid when she heard her voice for the first time. Other than that and her height, she'd not have guessed by just looking that Josie was T.
"Karen, escorted Josie to the maid's quarters so she can freshen up and assist her. Assign her chores when she's ready."
"Soubrette, return these to me when you are finished." Maitresse offered a key ring. Josie is forbidden to touch them"
"Oui, Maitresse."
"Nous allons, s'il vous plait."
"I'm a bit nervous about this," the platinum blonde maid confessed after they were in Karen's bedroom.
"Have you every served parties before?"
"Yes, but only in our house and never with strangers. How many are expected, Karen?"
"About ninety, I was told." Josie paled.
"What am I supposed to do with these?" Karen shook the keys.
"If you would please unlock my panties first, I need to change my diapers." Karen blew through her pursed lips.
"I've no orders to play your nanny. That isn't my scene."
"You aren't expected too." Josie lowered her white, ruffled panties then turned and raised her short, full petticoats. Karen found the right key and opened the small padlock on the chain waistband of her plastic panty. "There is another one, under it please?" Karen was pleased that Josie was tightly corseted. A steel stay band was locked around her twenty-four inch waist to assure the corset would not be loosened.
"Just be a few minutes." Taking her large diaper bag, the tall maid went in the bathroom. She emerged ten minutes later and turned so Karen could close the locks again. She was wearing twice the amount of flannel about her hips as before.
"In the future, you are to close all the locks that you can. I'll not check on you," Karen stated.
From her suitcase, the new maid took out a pair of seven-inch heeled, black patent pumps and exchanged them for the lower pair she'd worn.
"Would you lock the straps, please? I can't manage with these nails." Josie's curved scarlet talons were twice as long as Karen's, which were one inch beyond her fingertips. Accepting the tiny padlocks, Karen knelt to do the ankle straps.
"These are next. Please?" She was handed a set of heavy steel cuffs lined with padded leather. The maid closed them about her black net-sheathed ankles. The two-inch wide bands were secured with tubular locks.
"Hands," Karen accepted the matching wrist cuffs that slid on the center chain through a ring. She stood to fasten it Josie's collar.
"I need to have this on first," Josie explained.
"Please unlock my dress so I can wear the neck corset under it."
"It's a posture collar," Karen stated as she examined the stiffly boned black leather. Josie held up her highly teased mane, surprising Karen that it was her own hair and not a wig, which the maid had expected.
Finding the right key, Karen opened the dress and pulled the zipper down several inches.
"Hand me your collar, Josie." The new girl had to bend her head back to accommodate the contoured chin cup so Karen could lace it.
"The laces have to be closed; otherwise you can't close the hasps and lock them, Karen.
"Ever wear one of these?" Josie asked.
"Mine weren't as restrictive and don't fit over my steel collar."
"I hate the damn thing. She makes me wear it for hours."
"That little complaint just earned you a ring gag, slave," Karen's collar spoke Maitresse's command.
"Karen, lock that on too, please?"
"Mais, oui, Maitresse." Karen curtseyed to acknowledge.
"What's going on?" Josie questioned. Karen explained the cameras monitoring her all of the time.
Josie was near to tears when Karen closed the steel collar about her leather covered rigid neck then closed and relocked her uniform.
"Is there anything else I'm supposed to do before I fix your gag?"
"No, that's all I was ordered."
"Open." Karen forced the large, rubber-covered ring behind the maid's teeth. By then, it was no surprise to see that she had a tongue rod.
"Just a minute and I'll take you back." She used the toilet while she had the opportunity.
"Karen in her suitcase is her leash and a pair of standard ankle cuffs. Lock those above her elbows behind then lead her here, please?"
"We're in the great room, Karen." Mrs. Chatsworth added.
"Oui, Maitresse." The connecter chain on the cuffs had been shortened so that the one between Josie's wrists was tight to her corseted waist.
She curtseyed and offered the keys to Josie's mistress.
"Thank you.
"Karen is there someplace outside where we can put my slave on display this afternoon?"
"Oui, Maitresse."
"Please put her on display then. Josie needs to be taught a lesson and learn that I will not tolerate her petty complaints."
They followed the redhead onto the patio. Far too many times, Karen had been 'on display' on the patio and many of those times had included a whipping. A cable stretched between the house and the pool house. There, Karen pulled the tether chain away from the wall and locked to the back of Josie's steel collar.
"Why so much slack, Karen?"
S'il vous le voulez, Maitresse, it can be shortened. Permitter-moi a suggest that votre soubrette serve les guests from the bar?"
"Splendid idea. Here, please release her elbows." Karen did as she was asked and returned the keys.
She addressed Josie, "I expect you to do a good job today and not cause me any embarrassment." La Maitresse turned to the other maid.
"I've been told that you are The First Girl here, is that correct?"
"Oui, La Maitresse," Karen curtseyed.
"Good. I want you to understand how I consider that job is done. You are responsible for your staff. It is your job to make sure that they do theirs properly. If Josie does not perform to my satisfaction she will be punished ... then, because she didn't do her job properly, you will be punished.
"Do we have an understanding? Have you any questions, First Girl?"
"Oui, nous avons une compréhension."
The overnight guests had all arrived by four o'clock. While Karen got the last couple settled, others were arriving. It was obviously a mixed crowd of straights and kinks and three other maids were in evidence, one was T and the other two were GG's.
"Karen, a word with you," Mr. Chatsworth called her aside. "We've decided you'll not be tending bar, Charlie Beckman wants his girl to do that. Let me restate what Monique told you. You are responsible for your staff."
"Oui, Monsieur."
"The maid in the great room is Mandi. The other two are Samantha and Janet. Janet is the one in pink.
"Do a good job today, I really do not want to have you punished." He simply turned and left to rejoin his guests.
Unsure of what to do, Karen first went and introduced herself to the others, starting with Mandi.
"Bon apres-midi." She curtseyed to the woman in a dark green, short dirndl.
"Guten Nachmittag, Mädchen. Hi, I'm Mandi. Speak English, please, if you can.
"I'm Karen. I am the First Girl here."
"Good for you 'hun. I'll not give you any trouble. I'm well at home behind a bar."
Mandi turned away. "How may I serve you please, master?"
"What brand of beer is on tap?" he asked.
"We have Beck's here, Heiniken's in the pool house and Coors Lite in the basement, master."
"Two Beck's, please?" Mandi drew them as an experienced barmaid. In fact she was one; her master made her work at a German restaurant as both a barmaid and waitress.
Since Monique had decided that Josie would be a serving maid for the party, rather than chained behind the basement bar, Samantha had been assigned to take in her place there.
Karen introduced herself.
"Everything under control. Samantha?" The room had seven other occupants, all women.
"You girl, fetch me a rum and coke," one of them called to Karen. Karen took up a tray and waited until the barmaid had poured it. She served it with a curtsey.
"Whose stupid idea was it that she'd have to be chained there? I'd like a Merlot, a blonde on the other side of the card table ordered." Samantha started to mix the drinks as the other women stated their preferences.
"Is there anything else you need?" Karen asked Samantha, once all of the women had full glasses.
"Yes, a serving wench to help me. You heard that they aren't happy that I can't do anything to go around and bring their drinks.
"I'll see what I can do. Check you later."
The patio had filled by the time she walked outside. Karen immediately began taking orders and serving drinks.
"Henry, we need help?"
"How's that Karen?" She explained the problem with the downstairs guests.
"Over there, the woman in the black dress."
"Yes?" she saw the young brunette in latex. "The one wearing handcuffs?
"Her name sixty-nine. She'll do it for a price." Henry grinned. "Go ask her."
"Bon apres-midi," Karen greeted.
Judi was bizarrely made up in a Goth fashion. "Hi, you must be the maid that came with the house?"
"Oui, I'm Karen. Mistress, we need help downstairs please?"
"What sort of help? I'm, sixty-nine and I'm not a mistress." Karen explained.
"Sure I'll help, after you bring me to orgasm. I want to cum so bad!"
"Here?" Karen felt stupid for vocalizing the obvious.
"Of course here. The key to my chastity belt is hanging on my right nipple ring. Karen had clearly seen its outline under the tight latex. Though she never liked to, Karen had frequently been made to give sex to the guests without hesitating once told to.
She unzipped the back and reached around inside, found the key and brought it out. Dress closed, she paid no attention to the crowd that had circled them and knelt to roll sixty-nine's dress to her corseted waist. She wore a rubber panty over her belt which Karen lowered to the ankle chain connecting her high-heeled boots.
"The key only opens the small cover over my clit, maid. It doesn't open the primary or secondary shields nor unlock the belt itself." It was hinged to fold downwards after the key opened the tubular lock to expose her hairless clitoris with a steel ring through it.
Karen had hoped that with the sale of the house, that she would have a fairly straight couple to serve and no longer be forced to degrade herself like this for her master, mistress or their guests. There was little solace that the sex she took between her red lips was female – the party still had many hours before it ended.
*****
"I'll need my hands in front if you expect me to serve drinks, Karen. The key is on my other…"
"No you don't," Karen cut her off. "You'll just need to be a lot more careful and mind that you don't spill them," she grinned. "Come along and I'll put you to work."
"Ladies, this maid is, sixty-nine," Karen announced with a curtsey. "I'll have her ready to serve you in a minute.
"Stand here." Karen left sixty-nine facing the women and went behind the bar. After searching a few minutes, she returned and set one of her canes on the card table along with a ring gag.
"That's to punish her for spills or inattentive service." Sixty-nine wasn't into pain, in any way. "I'll have her uniformed in a moment."
Karen turned and started to put a frilly white pinafore on sixty-nine. "Please don't do this to me?" sixty-nine begged. "I really hate to be hurt."
"And I really hate to be used for giving a sex show, especially in public," Karen countered. "I'll give your request as much consideration as you gave my wishes." Behind, she held up the key.
"This will open the shield on her chastity belt should you feel she deserves a tip. Please return it to her right nipple ring after you've tipped her." That said, she clipped it where she'd found it. Before closing the dress, Karen removed the handcuff key.
"Hey, you can't do that! Put it back."
"Can't, you recently asked me to." Karen placed it in her bodice.
"Ladies, you just heard that this maid is given to loud outbursts. I can gag her so they do not offend you. I'll ask you to vote."
"Gag her," five of the women said immediately.
"Wait!"
"Why, for heaven's sake, Agatha?"
"A maid is to provide service, right? Well, there are much more interesting things we can have a maid named 'sixty-nine' do than bring me a refill… Think about it. The guys aren't restricted tonight, why should we deny the opportunity at hand?'
"Great idea," Mary seconded.
"Sixty-nine, move your ass under the table and get to work. I'm first!" Mary slipped out of her bloomers.
"Hey! It was my idea; I should go first!" Allison claimed in mock protest.
"No, it was Karen's idea, but I was told her chastity belt will not be opened for her," Wendy corrected.
"Put away the gag, Karen. We'll not be needing it," blue haired, Margaret Cummings, who was sixty-nine herself, but in another way, stated with an anticipatory grin.
Sixty-nine made a mental note, in bold italics, to, never again make the pretty young submissive maid pay her when she was asked for help then crawled between Mary's flabby thighs.
"Hello, Janet," Karen had taken the time and opportunity to introduce herself to the other GG maid, a pretty forty year old medium blonde with her hair in a bob. "I'm Karen."
"Pleased to meet you, First Girl," Janet curtseyed. "I've heard a lot about you. I've wanted to meet you for a couple of years."
"Oh?" Karen was caught off guard.
"Fer shure. Though we never all get together, lots I know attended the parties thrown here. Leonard threw some wild ones, I was told." Transferring her empty tray and holding it out of the way, Janet pulled Karen close and kissed her full on the lips.
"Caroline, did you see that? Jim told me they'd never met our maid. He said that he and old man Gould had a feud dating back to the sixties and didn't cross paths."
"Janet told me much the same when I told her my expectations for today. She was a Rockette, you know? Anyway, she confessed how much she has been looking forward to meeting our Karen for years."
"In my conversations, I've learned that many of our friends know her, or of her and are very pleased she is still here.
"That performance with sixty-nine, I thought a bit off color though."
"Have you been down with the Grand Dames this afternoon, Caroline?"
"Probably playing penny poker, as usual. No I've not."
"Well, my dear, sixty-nine is under the table servicing all of them, Caroline!"
"You have gotta be fucking kidding!" Caroline exclaimed.
"Check, if you disbelieve.
"Karen asked Henry for suggestions - she needed another maid to serve the ladies there, since Brian locked the bar chain to Samantha's collar. Henry thought it immensely amusing to suggest sixty-nine.
"Sixty-nine demanded her usual…"
"I witnessed it."
"Don't go into details; that activity should not be done out here."
"I agree.
"Karen did what she had to, just to make sure as many of our guests could have a goodtime as possible; even the 'ladies'. She paid sixty-nine.
"But then added her own pay back. I think we've gotten far more there then we originally believed," Caroline stated, "when we bought the maid."
"I think sixty-nine will have a new respect for our maid after today too. I want no more unexpected incidents like that today. Put the word out to our guests.
It was after one o'clock in the morning that Karen escorted a very tired Josie to her rooms. "I was only given the key to your gag. I can't even open your panties so you can change your diapers," Karen removed the ring.
"I was warned this would happen if I complained about anything. I didn't know about your collar.
"Please, may I have water?" Before dismissing her maid, Monique had fastened the cuffs above Josie's elbows in back again. It took Karen a few minutes to find her dog dish on the shelf of her closet. Monique's orders had been explicit and there was no way for Karen to know if she was being watched.
"There's a bowl of water on the floor by the toilet. I'll put a pillow and blanket on the floor and will help you when you finish.
"There is no way I'm going to risk you leaking and wetting my bed and I'm not going to change to plastic sheets tonight."
Karen undressed as quickly as she could, entered her bathroom and sat to pee while Josie was still trying to satisfy her thirst.
"You could have waited until I'd finished watering before you peed right next to me!" Josie stated empathetically when Karen helped her kneel on the plastic sheet she'd spread at the foot of her bed after refilling the water bowl.
"Oh?" Karen replied in mock surprise.
Yanking the tall helpless maid upright, the First Girl forced her down the spiral staircase then outside.
"Get down and back in!" she ordered when they stood before her doghouse. Bright lights had had come on as they moved away from the house. Now Karen knew why she'd never found many of the cameras, those hidden outside.
By then Josie knew about the cameras' capabilities too and, fearful of hearing her wife's angry voice emit from Karen's collar, dropped to her knees and crawled into the tiny structure. Impatiently, Karen shoved her hard the last few inches then closed the barred grate, inserted the wedge in the heavy hasp and stomped it down with her foot.
"Was that really necessary, Karen?" Monique's voice asked softly.
"Josie must be taught that her complaints, especially one as petty as, that I used my rooms for my well being, are not going to be tolerated, Maitresse.
"Unless you have further need of my services tonight, I would like to bid you to have a very restful and good night, please?" The girl paused to curtsey then resumed undressing. She heard a male chuckle then her collar became mute.
Josie, Samantha, Janet and sixty-nine were all seated at the kitchen table with Henry eating breakfast. Both Josie and sixty-nine stood immediately and curtseyed when Karen entered and bid everyone good morning.
"Please be seated. You are both forgiven."
"Karen, I want to apologize."
"Josie, thank you. I accept, now sit and finish your breakfast.
It seemed apparent from the empty plates and dirty dishes, that someone had made breakfast for the group; sausages and French toast was Karen's guess though all of the platters were empty. Rather than make a scene, as some might have done, the maid popped two slices of bread in to the toaster and poured herself juice then got on with cleanup.
"Karen, what is planned for today," Josie asked when she placed her dishes next to the sink.
"C'est necessaire to ask votre Maitresse, Mademoiselle. Pour moi, Maintainaninte, j'avais mes travails." She dried her hands, buttered her toast when done and cleared the table between bites.
For a big change, Henry asserted himself. "Why are we all sitting here?
"Josie, clean the kitchen.
"Janet and sixty-nine begin to clean up the mess outside.
"Samantha, clean the playroom in the basement then join me to clean this floor." He glanced at the first girl. Karen was sipping from her glass; she held it in salute, smiled and dipped a curtsey. He returned a formal bow.
Her light meal completed, the redheaded maid set the dining room table than returned to the kitchen to assemble a breakfast for her master, mistress and their overnight guests.
*****
"George, that girl is nothing but amazing," Caroline commented. Her husband had been propped up watching The Maid Network on the bedroom TV when she'd awakened. She watched her setting up for the morning for a few minutes before getting up and going in bathroom.
Already showered while his wife dozed, George Chatsworth dressed and went downstairs to the kitchen.
"Good morning, sir," his maid curtseyed. "I'll have your coffee in a moment." Her employer looked to the girl near the sink then silently signaled his maid to send her away.
"Josie, that will be all for today. You are dismissed.
"Remove your things from my quarters and attend to your mistress," she ordered authoritatively.
"But, my orders…"
"Josie!" George snapped, "That was a direct order. I expect, in my home, that the servants obey them!"
He waited until the platinum blonde departed before speaking again. "I'll permit her mistress to enjoy her … fragrance. I find it rather offensive.
"I found your actions a bit questionable when you put her outside for the night, but my judgment then was in error, Karen. I apologize." The maid just curtseyed.
Karen debated, but a moment, pointing out provisions in her contract that she might have exercised the previous day, but let them pass for the moment. There would be a proper time in the future to draw her employer's attention to the violations. The matter was closed. Contractually, they could not force her to share the Maid's Quarters with another though there was no provision to stop them from forcing her to share their accommodations.
"Would you like breakfast now, sir, or prefer to await the others?"
"I'll wait for my wife, at least, thank you."
"Good morning, George," Monique appeared with her 'friend', Gordon Miles, and her, still, odiferous maid following.
"Good morning Monique," he returned. He was about to comment on Josie, but did not have the opportunity.
"Bon matin, Maitresse," Karen had stepped forward. "La bonne sent mal. Elle offemds mon maître. Veuillez enlever sa présence jusqu'à ce qu'elle soit propre, maîtresse"
"What did you say?" Though she'd a French name and self-proclaimed title, Monique spoke nearly no French, still there had left little doubt that she was being ordered by the petite maid.
"What?" she repeated indignantly.
"The girl said, Josie smells like shit and told you to get her the hell out of her kitchen, Monique," Gordon offered. Monique was speechless.
"You heard my First Girl, Monique. Get Josie cleaned up and you are welcome to join us for breakfast," the host calmly expanded.
"I did advise against that, George. My apologies."
"Café, monsieurs?" Karen offered her tray.
The End
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