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Heather came to work at 8:00 the next morning. The office she ran would
open promptly at 8:30 so she wanted to be a few minutes early to have
some time to herself. Visitors rarely stopped in so it wasn?t vital to
keep to a strict schedule but something inside her wanted it that way.
She was becoming more confident and assertive in her new role. She hated
that she had lost control the day before. She had impulsively purchased
a slew of items and shipped them overnight. She was annoyed not only
that she had shipped them overnight, but that they were things she
didn?t need for her new look. What was she going to do at her office
with a corset and a French Maid uniform? It was already determined that
Heather wouldn?t wear an uncomfortable corset at the office let alone a
maid uniform. She felt as if she had a hangover, a shopping hangover,
and wanted to forget the embarrassing details of the prior day. Today
Heather was going to stick to the plan and not let things get out of
control again. Shortly after 10:00 the first packages started to arrive.
The plan today was to unpack, organize and carefully store all the items
of her new wardrobe. It seemed like a simple task at first, just unpack
each shipment and dispose of the packaging. Before noon she had received
several shipments including ones from Victoria?s Secret and Frederick?s
of Hollywood. Those would be fun to open and she put them aside for
later and started with another package from her shopping spree. The box
she opened from Versatile Fashions contained the black satin French maid
uniform. The satin fabric of the uniform felt so sensual she let out a
little gasp when she rubbed it between her fingers. She laid the uniform
next to her on the floor and opened the white petticoat. The petticoat
practically exploded out of its packaging as she pulled open the plastic
wrap. The fluffy white petticoat would definitely make her look like a
like a sissy, the thought of it made her blush. She had ordered some
opera length black satin gloves to wear with the outfit to cover her
arms just past her elbows. She had tried the gloves before and found
they worked exceedingly well. She opened the box with the short blond
wig inside and chastised herself for ordering a wig to go with the
fetish maid outfit. It would make her look the part of a sexy maid but
maybe she could use it with her more conservative outfits yet to come.
If Heather decided to change her hair someday, which was not out of the
question, the wig might come in handy. Heather felt good finding a way
to justify the wig purchase but that soon changed. There was no
justification for what came next, a black satin corset with bi-
directional lacing in back, hook and eye closure in front and firm
boning. She held up the corset and admired its gleaming satin and eight
garter straps. It was one sexy piece of lingerie but entirely
inappropriate and unnecessary in the office. She carefully put all the
pieces of the outfit into a box and put the lid on. She was going to be
careful to mark all the boxes so she knew what was in each one. What was
she going to write on this one? Anyone that went into the small storage
room in the office would see the box on the shelf. On the side that
faced the wall she wrote "sexy French maid uniform" on the other side
the faced the room she wrote "emergency office supplies". She smiled at
the description and hoped she didn?t have any emergencies anytime soon.
The first package was now unpacked and she set her sites on the
Victoria?s Secret box and started to pull out its contents. Heather had
purchased some of her wardrobe from VS however this was the prior day?s
impulse order and subsequent overnight shipment. Each panty, bra, or
other item was individually wrapped, this would take a few minutes she
thought. While emptying out the contents she saw the "ruffle hipster"
panty she had ordered for the maid uniform. She unwrapped the black
frilly panties and placed them in the box with the other emergency
supplies. The rest of the order was spread out on the floor so Heather
could go through piece by piece and decide where everything belonged. As
she opened each package she smirked at how out of control things had
become the previous day. All the panties she purchased were size medium.
It was the perfect size for her, she liked them just a tiny bit tight to
help keep things in place. Red, blue, pink and green were the colors or
the day. Her favorite satin panties were from VS so she could rarely
control herself to buying just one or two. She looked at the pile of
panties, there 10 pairs total, in a mix of color and styles. Usually
bikinis were her style of choice but she ended up buying a fair number
of thongs, she was starting to favor them. Luckily she had only bought
half as many bras to match the panties. She didn?t feel like she needed
any push bras with the new size C breast forms that she had ordered so
bought regular full coverage bras. She liked it when the bra completely
covered the breast from. Next she unwrapped a satin and mesh babydoll
and a pink satin flyaway babydoll. What was the draw to babydolls all of
a sudden? Her tastes had changed over time much like the growing
preference for thong panties over bikini panties. It could be that the
retailers were emphasizing these styles more and she was a sucker for
anything feminine they pushed. The last items were a couple pairs of
black thigh highs. Once pair was special and had a seam running up the
back. This pair was for the maid uniform so she slipped it in the box in
the supply room.
She had just closed the box when there was a knock at the door. The door
opened slightly and someone called out hello. Her heart started beating
fast as she stood frozen in the supply room looking out at the piles of
bras and panties on the floor. The door was open part way so the
delivery person couldn?t see inside or so she hoped. She raced to the
door and signed for the package from Saks. She quickly closed the door
behind her and this time made sure it was licked. She turned to survey
the office. Lingerie was all over the floor in little piles, luckily the
French maid uniform was out of site in the storage room. She got lucky
this time but she was going to have to be much more careful in the
future. Her cheeks were burning she was so embarrassed about what had
transpired. Caught with pile of bras and panties was not her idea of the
perfect day so she looked through all the email confirmations and
tracked the packages to see if anything else was arriving that day.
After meticulously checking each email receipt she knew there wouldn?t
be anymore interruptions that day.
Frederick?s of Hollywood was the next of her impulse purchases to open.
She had mostly kept her cool while shopping at Frederick?s which wasn?t
easy. It was a great site with steamy pictures of models wearing
everything sexy under the sun. The quality wasn?t great and maybe that
kept her from getting too undone as she had on other sites. A pair of C
breast forms and a kiwi color satin and lace baby doll were the only
things she had ordered. The kiwi color was so bright it was blinding.
What was the deal with baby dolls? All the Fredericks items joined the
VS lingerie in a new storage box. Heather wrote on one side of the box
"bras, panties, and babydolls" and on the other side wrote "surplus
supplies". She put the box away in the storage room and moved to open
the last remaining item.
The final shipment that had arrived and almost ruined the whole day was
a small package from Saks. Heather loved almost anything from Saks and
Neiman Marcus but couldn?t afford to buy everything she liked there.
This package was small, only one item and was not part of her impulse
buying spree it had just come quickly. This purchase was carefully
thought out and picked for Heather to wear most days at the office. It
was a pair of Brian Atwood black leather pumps with a four inch heel.
The four inch heel was going to be tough day to day but she figured she
could get more comfortable shoes down the road. The shoes cost over $450
and held some special power just because they were so expensive. They
were also special because shoes were one of those items you couldn?t
just pick up at the mall and say they were for your girlfriend. Shoes
that would look and fit well took time to pick and it was frustrating
that she couldn?t try them on in public.
Heather opened newly arrived package and her day took an unexpected
turn. She just couldn?t resist and slipped one of the pumps on her feet
just to see if it fit. It was a tiny bit tight in dress socks but she
had a feeling it would fit perfectly if she were wearing nylons. She
glanced at the clock, it was only a little after one. She had plenty of
time the slip on some nylons and then try the shoes. Her "work" clothes
wouldn?t arrive for a day or two so if the shoes didn?t fit right she
could return them and order some new ones. Although the door was locked
she was shaking nervously when she removed her clothes. Standing in only
a pair of briefs and socks she evaluated the boxes in the store room and
opened the "surplus supplies" to get a pair of pantyhose. After some
brief looking she remembered that her pantyhose had not arrived yet so
she only had thigh highs to wear and they were not the stay up kind. She
had specifically purchased these to go with a garter, but those shoes
just had to go on her feet with some nylons so she grabbed a pair to try
on. Heather sat in her office chair and slipped the shoes on over the
nylons. They felt like a dream, she was going to enjoy walking around
the office in these heels. However, she was a little disappointed when
she saw her nylons sagging at her ankles. She also caught a glimpse of
herself in the new mirror and was distressed at her miserable look. I
can?t do these heels justice dressed like this she thought to herself.
There was still plenty of time to kill since it was an afternoon before
a holiday an no work would be getting done. She had ordered some garter
belts but not during her harried shopping spree the day before. If she
wanted her stockings to stay up she would have to put on the new corset,
it was the only thing she had with garters at the moment.
It?s easy to justify anything if you think about it long enough. Heather
wanted to try on her new shoes so she needed to put on some nylons and
since she only had thigh highs she needed a garter belt or a corset with
garters to hold them up. All of this seemed perfectly reasonable so she
pulled out the "emergency office supplies" and retrieved the new corset.
Of course first the lacing needed to be reworked to obtain the best
shaping results. The shiny satin corset had nice long laces that she
unknotted. She tied the very end of the two laces and worked the laces
by pulling on the middle two loops so that all the extra lacing was now
pulled through the middle instead of the bottom. This was something she
knew from experience. In order to obtain the best hourglass figure the
corset could make you needed to be working the laces from the middle
instead of the bottom of the corset. How does one get to the point that
you instinctively know how to properly lace a corset, she thought to
herself. She held up the beautiful black piece of lingerie and admired
her handiwork. She loosened up the laces and stepped in to the sumptuous
corset. Even with the laces all the way out she still had to shimmy a
little bit to get it in place around her chest and midsection. She
backed up close to the mirror so she could see the laces in back and
found the right middle loops to begin tightening. There was a lot of
lacing so after her first pull she had a foot or so on each side to work
with. It was easier to work with if you wrapped it around the front and
tugged on it from there. Now that she had a little bit of a figure it
was time to move through the laces loop by loop. She pulled a couple
inches through each loop working from the bottom up to the center loops.
Next she worked her way down from the top loop by loop until she reached
the center again. When Heather was finally satisfied with the tightness
and shape of the corset she gave one last tug and tied the laces in a
bow behind her back. She loved tightening the corset on the last pull
and making it difficult for herself to breathe. She observed her new
figure in the mirror and decided that she was going to have to put on
the new ruffle panties if she was going to do the corset justice.
The black ruffle panties fit her much as she expected. They were a
little snug, just the way she liked them and would help keep everything
in control while she finished putting together the ensemble. With her
new panties in place Heather pulled up her thigh highs and began
attaching them to the eight garters dangling from the corset. She had to
twist and turn several times as she struggled against the tight corset
to attach each garter to the nylons. Not only was it a struggle to
attach each garter, she then had to go through and adjust the length of
each one. The garters had to be adjusted so they were taunt. Taunt
garters always gave her a thrill as they registered small tugs on the
nylons as she moved one way or another. She gave her self another once
over in the mirror and smiled approvingly at her new shape and look it
was a definite improvement but there was still a bit to do.
The cups of the satin corset were waiting for a little bit more. The
cups were partially filled from the tightening of the corset but she
knew it could use a good bit more so she pulled out her Size C breast
forms and slid them into place. She felt like she was fondling herself
as she adjusted her new breasts and then pulled the shoulder straps
tight. While there really was no need for shoulder straps she
appreciated the additional pull of the straps and rarely removed them.
The look was really coming together now as she admired her new feminine
physique in the mirror. The corset was doing its job nicely especially
when combined with the panties, breast forms and nylons. She was now
ready to try her new heels on. Heather grabbed her shoes and had a seat
in the new office chair. The cool leather of the chair was scintillating
against her new ruffle panties and she could feel her garters tugging
this way and that when she sat in the new chair. She slipped her heels
on over her nylon covered painted toes. They felt perfect on her feet so
she decided to take a few steps around the office and try out the new 4
inch heels. It wasn?t easy to operate at the new height especially while
being constricted by the satin corset. After a few minutes she seemed to
have control over her walking and was thrilled the shoes fit so well.
These Brian Atwood pumps were too expensive to mess around with if they
didn?t fit. She was so taken with the shoes that she sat back down and
spent 15-20 minutes admiring them as she alternately dangled them on her
crossed legs.
Mission accomplished she thought to herself still admiring her feet in
the shiny pumps. Sure it was a little more work than expected to try
them on, some of which was unnecessary, but she was happy since her
little escape was kind of fun and the shoes that cost so much fit
perfectly. Now it was time to return to the task at hand. She had
completed the unpacking now she just needed to organize a little bit and
clean up all the packages she had opened. She groaned acknowledging that
clean up work while an important part of this process was far less fun
than opening up new purchases. It was the sad requirement of shopping,
cutting off tags, throwing away packaging etc? If all of the newly
created trash wasn?t from lingerie and department stores she would just
leave it for the cleaning crew. Plus in general it wasn?t fair to make a
mess and expect someone else to clean it up, after all it wasn?t like
she had a personal maid. Looking at the mess she had to clean up before
the evening cleaning crew came she realized that it would be much more
enjoyable if the maid were to pick it up.
Heather sauntered into the store room and once again opened the
"emergency office supplies box". First she pulled on the fluffy white
petticoat and pulled it up to her waist. She look at herself in the
mirror with all of the lace flowing out around her waist and thought the
petticoat made her look like a ballerina. Not a bad look to have she
thought to herself. Next she pulled out the black satin French maid
uniform. She pulled the uniform on over her head and let the waist
settle over the petticoat. She pulled her arms through each lace trimmed
sleeve and pulled it up into place. The uniform had a great neckline
also trimmed in lace, it was not so low it showed cleavage and not one
of those ones that go up to your chin. Heather reached back to zip up
the uniform, never an easy task especially when your laced into a
restrictive corset. She thought she was going to pull her arm out of her
socket trying to zip it up. She tried several times and couldn?t get the
zipper to move up more than a couple inches. It was a fitted French maid
uniform but it wasn?t the tightness that was the problem, it was angle
in which she was trying to pull the zipper. She looked at her back in
the mirror and saw the little hole in the end of the zipper which gave
her an idea. It was similar to a zipper she couldn?t get up on a dress
years ago and recalled her ingenious solution. She grabbed a hanger out
of the closet and threaded the hook through the zipper. Heather reached
over her should and grabbed the fat end of the hanger and slowly pulled
it up while her other hand held the bottom of the uniform. Finally
zipped into the uniform Heather put her hands on her chest and smoothed
out the uniform. It was a treat caressing herself in the shiny satin
uniform that hugged all her newly formed curves.
With her new look almost complete she pulled on the silky smooth black
satin opera length gloves and adjusted the short blond wig on her head
as the finishing touch. She walked over to the mirror to get a good look
at herself. It wasn?t one of those jaw dropping surprise moments for
Heather. Oh sure, she had one of those "I can?t believe it?s really me"
moments during her first makeover by a professional. She had gotten over
her surprise at the way she looked years ago now she enjoyed working on
perfecting her look. If she had to describe herself she would have to
say she looked like a sultry maid, not bad for not having her makeup
yet. She twirled in front of the mirror a few times to watch her
petticoat perform and then paused to admire the way her new heels
reshaped her legs. Maybe this is why she hadn?t dressed up in a while.
She knew how good she looked and was maybe a little afraid of what would
happen when she looked so convincing. Enough reminiscing she thought it
is time for Maid Heather to get to work.
Heather tidied up the office putting away all the trash that had
accumulated during the day in a pile to go out to dumpster. The actual
cleanup couldn?t have taken more than twenty minutes leaving a few hours
of the afternoon with little to do. Heather didn?t want to change out of
her sexy maid outfit just yet, she was enjoying herself too much. She
sat at the new chair letting her petticoat poof out when she sat down.
Her ruffled panties again rubbed against the cool leather of the chair
and her heels made her knees a little higher as she pulled herself up to
the desk. She jumped on the internet and began looking for chat rooms
specifically about French maid uniforms. Funny how it doesn?t take long
to return to bad habits she thought.
Heather quickly created the username "Maid Heather" and was chatting
with other maids within minutes. All of them shared the same French maid
fetish as Heather but they all seemed to be looking for someone to
control them and order them around, well, like maids. Occasionally one
of the maids would instant message her asking her what she was wearing
and she would start to get excited telling them exactly what she had on.
She never got overly excited because she knew all of these maids just
wanted to get themselves off or find themselves a mistress to control
their lives. All of these maids reminded her of her consulting clients.
They all just wanted to be told what to do, nobody had the guts to make
any tough decisions on their own. They could always justify the
restructuring or similar management shuffle they knew they needed
referring to their consulting firm?s recommendation. It was their way of
covering their behinds and she was happy to provide the cover for a
price. It was really all about charging a client a ridiculous amount of
money so they could justify the actions they already knew they needed to
take. She charged the companies to tell them what they knew they needed
to do. This gave Heather an idea for a new little diversion. Since she
was in the business of telling people what to do maybe she should give
it a try with all these silly maids looking for direction.
She created a new username "Mistress Heather", just because you like to
dress like a maid doesn?t mean you can?t be the boss. She found a new
chat room of crossdressers. Before she could type hello she had five ims
from cd?s begging to serve her. It appeared she had struck an under
tapped market and her thought was confirmed when 15 new instant messages
came up on her screen while she was thinking of how to respond. She let
them all wait while she thought about how something like this would
work. She decided a manageable group would be about 15 people and that
they all needed to be fairly attractive and in shape to keep her
interest. She new many cds struggled with sizing, style and body type
and she didn?t want to have to deal with these issues. She also wanted
to make sure her life wouldn?t get too complicated in this new venture
so she determined that everyone who applied needed to live within a 50
miles of her business so they all shared a general knowledge of the
area. She worked in Redwood City, California which was a great spot
because her 50 miles would encompass San Jose, San Francisco, and
Oakland. She responded to one on the messages and copied her reply into
all of them, of which there were over 30 at this point. She instructed
the potential candidates of her requirements and told them to send a
picture of themselves dressed or otherwise for her to make a decision.
She also told them to include a few sentences on what they liked to wear
and do while dressed and if it was a secret. Since she didn?t have all
day she decided to make all interested parties reply with in 30 minutes
if they wanted to be considered for acceptance. Emails began to pour in
as did more instant messages. While it was a lot of messages to deal
with the first group yielded only one acceptable candidates. Heather was
getting tired of all the effort required to weed out the undesirables
and decided to reduce her class size to ten. After an hour Heather had
found her ten and instructed them to go to a new private chat room for
their initiation. She selected only closet crossdressers since their
constant fear of being discovered made them easy to control.
Heather started by instructing her little local group of cds to refer to
her as Miss Heather instead of Mistress Heather, it had a better ring to
it. Her first task for the group was designed to give them that shopping
thrill. She instructed the group to travel to the closest Victoria?s
Secret store by the end the day. Once there they were to purchase a pair
of black satin panties, bra, matching garter and a pair of black seamed
thigh highs. Once they purchased the items they were to take a picture
of themselves dressed in the lingerie with the tags still on to show her
that they were new. Questions from the group came quickly;
"Does it have to be today?" "What if they don?t have the size I need in
black?" "Is there a deadline for sending the picture?" "What is the
punishment if I can?t finish in time?" "I already have these items do I
really need to get new ones?"
Heather smirked at the questions from the group of sissies. She thought
of them as sissies because they were acting like it and this was only
their first and probably one of their easier tasks. Her typed response
was short and to the point. "This task must be completed by the time I
announce your next assignment. Anyone failing to complete the task will
be excluded from any further participation." No more questions came.
Ordering around these sissies felt great. She really got off on telling
people what to do. She thought about her little sissies sweating out
their first task trying desperately to please Miss Heather. She would
have to think of a way to reward them for a successful task. She slipped
her satin covered hand under the petticoat and rubbed herself through
the ruffle panties. She certainly knew how to reward herself.
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