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Maid for the Job Chapter Five Two days later as my boss left for work she reminded me about the weekly grocery shop. As she says this I am surprised and amused. Can it be only a week since my first morning as a new woman, only a week since the terror of having to open the door to the delivery man and having to contrive the situation so I looked like some kind of harridan? I can't believe so much has happened in so short a time, and right now it seems odd that I would try to make myself look ugly. As the time ticks closer to 10, I decide to ?go the other way', and despite the fact that I am wearing my relatively unattractive day uniform, I make myself as presentable as possible, checking my hair and make-up and giving a quick spritz of perfume. As punctual as his previous visit, the delivery man rings the bell at 10. When I open the door to let him in, it is clear that he was expecting the same sight from the previous week. The look of surprise on his face is precious. "Do come in," I say confidently and softly, having remembered to use my throat spray, "The kitchen is this way." "Yes, I remember from last week," he replied, looking at me quizzically. "So you've been here before have you," I respond, trying to maintain the pretence that I am a different person, and as I do so he seems to let out a sigh of relief. "Are you alright?" I enquire. "Yes, fine. I was just a little confused because when I visited last week I was met by someone who looks a bit like you, but not nearly so, well, attractive." "Oh thank you for saying so. That was a different girl. Her lack of attention to detail and appearance didn't please the mistress. Would you like a cup of tea?" As I prepared a cup of tea for the delivery man, Darren, I thought about what had just happened. I had accepted my role, and in doing so I was much more confident in what I was saying and doing, so much more so than the previous week when I had been a nervous wreck when he arrived. Inviting him to stay for a cup of tea! Last week I couldn't get rid of him quick enough! When he had finished bringing in the boxes and unpacking them, I started putting everything away while he had his tea. We exchanged small talk until he glanced at his watch. "I must go; I've got another delivery due. I'll see you next week." As he left through the front door I waved and gave him a smile. "See you next week." =#= The days began to follow a similar routine. I would wake early and prepare breakfast for my boss who always looked pleased when I greeted her with a smile. Once she left I started the housework, putting on laundry and cleaning a different area of the house each day. After fixing myself some lunch, I would work in the garden if the weather was good, if not I would get ahead with my chores. After preparing dinner, I would use the gym facilities, running, rowing, cycling and swimming for an hour before taking a luxuriant lavender bath and changing into my evening uniform. Every time I bathed, I enjoyed the sensation of bath oils on my hairless skin and the tingling that followed. I also noticed that the new sensation in the breast aware that I had put down to the anaesthetic wearing off was still present. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it was noticeable. =#= As promised, Thursday's were to be girly evenings, and this week was no different. As she left in the morning, my boss instructed me not to get anything out of the freezer as we would be having a take-out. When she returned, earlier than usual, I was finishing off cleaning the living room. "Good evening Stephanie. I trust you had a good day. I'm just going to slip into something more appropriate for this evening. Can you dig out a take-away menu? I fancy Chinese tonight." "Yes ma'am," I responded, and once I had finished the living room I looked for the take-away menus and picked out a menu for a local Chinese restaurant that delivered. When she returned my boss looked amazing in a long, figure hugging purple silk dress with a mandarin collar. She could obviously sense my reaction as she did a twirl, asking me if I liked what I saw. I nodded dumbly. "Why don't you run off upstairs and get changed while I pour myself and G&T. There's a little surprise up there for you." When I arrived in my room, I saw the surprise instantly. The royal blue satin dress that I so nearly worn on Saturday was hanging on the outside of my wardrobe. I couldn't help put feel excitement that I was going to be allowed to wear something that I had been punished for coveting earlier. After setting the bath running I got out my black satin underwear and laid it out ready on the bed along with the shoes I usually wore with my evening uniform. Knowing that my boss had made an effort to dress up for the night, I decided to make the effort as well. In the bath I checked I was thoroughly clean and searched for any stray hairs. Putting on my lingerie I took care to ensure every thing was perfect. Sitting at my dressing table clad only in my underwear, I applied my make up as best as I could, using eye shadow, mascara and deep crimson lipstick to create an evening look. Putting on the necklace and watch my boss had given me; I was ready for the dress. Undoing the zip, I took it carefully off its hanger. As I stepped into it and slid it up my body, I felt like I was in some kind of heaven. Putting my arms through the straps, I reached round behind me and, with a little struggle, managed to zip myself up. Stepping into my shoes I looked at myself in the mirror. The dress was a perfect fit, and even though I knew what I saw was a fa?ade, the image I saw was that of a glamorous woman. Smiling internally I left my room, loving the way the fabric of the dress moved around my body, and enjoying the tug of the suspenders as I descended the stairs. When I got downstairs, I felt a little embarrassed as I tried to find my boss, knowing that I was feeling self-conscious about how I looked, and wanting my boss to like what she saw. I shouldn't have been worried. As I walked into the kitchen, she heard my heels click on the tiled floor and turned round. "Oh my, Stephanie, you do look lovely," she said as she walked over to me. "Give me a twirl." As I very self-consciously gave a twirl, I had a glow of pride inside due to her reaction. She obviously appreciated the effort I had made. As I twirled round to face her again she held me by the shoulders. "Well done, you look fantastic," and with that she leant in close and gave me a long kiss on the lips. Pulling back, she added, "What a lovely evening we're going to have," before giving me a hug and handing me a G&T. "Dinner will be here in about half an hour. Let's go through to the lounge." As we moved through to the lounge, she sat down on one of the large sofas. I made to sit on the sofa opposite but she beckoned me to join her. "There's no need to be formal tonight, my dear. We're just two girls having a girly evening in, not maid and mistress." Moving over to the sofa, I placed my drink on the coffee table and smoothed over the skirt of my dress as I sat down so it did not get creased. "Oh, Aunt Mary has started training you well. That's dress is far too lovely to get it crumpled." I blushed as I realised that I had done the feminine act of smoothing out my dress without thinking about it. No one had taught me, it just seemed the right thing to do. Leaning in towards me, Mrs. Smith placed her well manicured hand on my satin covered thigh, right on top of one of the suspender clips. Rubbing it to check she said, "I am glad to see you embracing the femininity of these beautiful clothes. How does it feel to be wearing that dress?" I had to admit that it felt lovely, and it seemed to fit perfectly. "It does indeed. That whole wardrobe is full of clothes that I hardly wear since I lost weight once the children had left home. If that dress is anything to go by, I'm guessing most of them are your size." I sat quietly, wondering where this was going. This time as she leant in she took my hand. "Stephanie, I am perfectly happy for you to borrow any of those clothes, what I am unhappy about is you doing it without asking. That is why I had to punish you the other day. Do you understand?" "Yes ma'am." "So if you ever want to borrow anything from that wardrobe, all you have to do is ask. Okay?" "Okay," I responded, and as an after thought added, "Thank you." "There's an ideal chance tomorrow for you to choose something else from there. While you were in the bath, your friend from school rang to ask if she could take you out for lunch tomorrow." The mention of Fran?oise made me start. She really wanted to see me? Had she worked out I was really boy? Had Mrs. Smith told her? "I told her that all you had planned was a trip to the salon to get your hair and nails done. She said she'd join you. She's picking you up at eleven. We'll make sure to pick out something nice to wear out with her." I was still thinking about Fran?oise and barely heard what Mrs. Smith said. "Is everything okay Stephanie?" "Yes ma'am," I responded, snapping out of my reverie, "It's just that..." I never got to finish the sentence as at that point the doorbell went. "You go and get the kitchen ready and I'll collect the dinner." We sat in the kitchen to eat our dinner, with a chilled bottle of white wine. Once we had finished, Mrs. Smith suggested we moved back into the lounge with the rest of the wine and put on a film. As we sat and watched the film, Mrs. Smith moved closer to me so our bodies were touching. Every time I changed position I felt the tug of the suspenders, the smooth material against my body, and the warmth of her body. She held my hand, stroked my thigh. With the mix of sensations, the perfume and the wine I was totally lost, I had no idea of even what we were watching. When there was an advert break, Mrs. Smith suggested I make a pot of coffee so I went to do her bidding. On my return to the lounge, I almost dropped the tray in surprise. My boss was lying there on the sofa clad only in her underwear, a matching set in deep purple satin and lace, similar in colour to her dress. I stood there dumbstruck as she turned off the television and stood up. "Stephanie, put the tray down." I did as I was told and, following her beckoning finger, walked towards her. "Perhaps it's wrong to fraternise with staff, but you are looking hot tonight Stephanie and I want a piece of you." I wasn't sure what to think or say. My first, ridiculous thought was that this wasn't part of the deal, but what was I thinking. I should have realised after the incidents in the Jacuzzi and after I met her husband that she clearly saw me as a bit of a plaything. I didn't have the chance to think any more as she reached out and embraced me, engulfing my mouth with hers and forcing her tongue in. I stood there helplessly with my hands by my side until she released me and stood back. "What's the matter," she asked with her hands on her hips, "don't you find me attractive?" "Of course I do ma'am." I couldn't not do so as this super attractive woman stood in front of me in her underwear. "It's just that you're my boss and this doesn't feel right." "Tonight, Stephanie, we're just two glamorous girls enjoying ourselves. Now if you don't enjoy yourself I have half a mind to punish you and I won't let you see your school friend tomorrow." I didn't have a chance to answer as she launched herself at me once more. This time I needed little encouragement, and my tongue responded to hers as I caressed her perfectly shaped behind through her delicate satin lingerie. The taste of our lipsticks mingled as did the scent of our perfumes. She held me close, her hands caressing my satin draped frame, squeezing my buttocks, and as she did so I felt our breasts touching through our underwear and dresses. After a while I felt her hands move up my back towards my neck. I felt the gentle tug as she started to slide the zip down my back. Softly she pushed me away and slid the straps off my shoulders and let the dress slide down my body into a silky heap around my heeled feet. As I stood there clad only in my lingerie, I took a step back out of the dress and started to bend down to pick it up. I didn't have the chance. She pushed me back and as my nylon covered legs met the sofa, I collapsed into the cushions. Stepping over my now fallen dress, she moved towards me. "Now let's so how special a girl you are," she said, as she lowered herself on to me. Wrapping her thighs around my waist she grabbed hold of my head and started to deep throat kiss me, at the same time she ground her groin into mine. My thingy, though restrained by the tight satin knickers, was growing steadily and the more it grew, the more she ground into me. With no other option, I wrapped my arms around her and returned the kiss. After a while she seemed to tire of the grinding and started to slide down my body until she was kneeling on the floor in front of me. Gripping the waist line of my knickers, she pulled them down until my engorged thingy burst. "My you are a special girl," she managed to say before she enveloped my thingy in her warm mouth. The sensation was like nothing I had ever felt before, and as I gave myself over to the energy coursing through me, it wasn't long before I shot my load into her mouth. She kept taking it until the last little spurt and then she climbed back on top of me, grabbed my head and forced my mouth open with hers, spilling my still warm juices into my mouth. Just like in the Jacuzzi I had no option but to swallow. Satisfied that I had swallowed every last drop, she sat up and smiled, then got off me. As she sat down on the sofa next to me with her legs spread open, I was in no doubt about my next task. Easing myself off the sofa and putting my now flaccid thingy back inside my knickers, I knelt in front of her and looked up into her eyes. She just looked down on me and smiled. Repeating her recent actions, I slowly pulled her knickers down, but this time I pulled them all the way off. Running my hands up her legs and thighs, I aimed for her pussy. She grabbed my head and pulled me in close and tight. There was no way I was being released until she was satisfied, and at that point, there was nothing I would rather be doing. I ate away until she began to moan in ecstasy and I could taste her juices. Gently she released my head and pulled me upwards. I climbed onto the sofa and sat astride her and we carried on kissing. "Go up to your room and wait for me there," she whispered in my ear, "I've another surprise for you." Climbing off her I left the room, picking up my fallen dress on the way. Walking through the house clad only in my underwear I felt like a naughty school girl. When I got to my room I hung up the dress, wrapped my new gown around myself and sat on the bed, not knowing what to expect. Moments later there was a knock on the door, and without waiting for an answer, she walked in wearing a robe and carrying something. As she moved closer, I realised it was a dildo and a look of terror leapt across my face. She obviously saw this. "What's the problem?", then looking down at her hands, "Oh no, this isn't for you, unless you want it." I shook my head vigorously. "No, I have a desire to be filled tonight, and as you're a girl, you will need to use this to fill my desires. Stand up." Without questioning or pausing, almost as if I had no control, I stood up and moved over to her as she beckoned. She motioned for me to take off my robe, and once again I stood in front of her in my underwear. It was then that I realised the dildo was a strap-on, and as she began to harness it to me, I questioned why it was necessary. "Well, you're meant to be a girl, and girls don't have thingies. Even though you do have a thingy, I don't want it inside me in case there are any accidents. So this is the solution." I understood her logic, but it felt odd standing there with an eight inch black cock sprouting forth from my crotch, when my own thingy was tucked up inside black satin panties underneath. When she had finished, she patted my bum, and let her gown drop to the floor. She was still wearing her underwear, but hadn't bothered to put her knickers back on. My eye was drawn to her pussy, and the boy inside me wanted a piece of it, but the boy inside was not going to be allowed out to play. Pushing me back on to the bed, she lay me down and climbed on top of me, sliding down the large black pole and starting gyrating her hips. The pain and pleasure mixed in equal measures as the pressure on my hidden thingy grew and grew. All I could do was hold on to her waist and lie there being ridden by this vixen until she came to and almighty orgasm of her own doing. As her orgasm subsided, she leant forward, caressing my breasts. "Hmm, thanks for that. Now let me repay the favour." Again I feared the dildo, but after she had removed herself from it, and it from me she threw it on the floor. Undoing her bra, she lay back on the bed and instructed me to remove my panties. As I did so, my thingy sprung clear and I followed her instruction to crouch astride her on all fours. "While penetration is out, a little clitoral stimulation is alright, don't you think," she said. Not knowing what she meant I smiled weakly. The clit in question was my thingy, a change in term that seemed to have no significance to her, but started setting some alarm bells ringing. The bells didn't have much chance. Reaching back, she grabbed my turgid thingy with one hand and began massaging it as her other hand started stroking my balls. She was a master in the art of masturbation, and her long slow strokes were designed to keep me going for ages. After a while her second hand started stroking my perineum in widening circles. The feeling was ecstatic, but still she wouldn't let me come. The widening circles took in my buttocks and soon she was stroking my anus. Stretched by the position I was in, she easily slipped in first one and then two fingers moving them in and out. As she did this, both her hands started moving quicker, and it didn't take long before I lost control and shot my load all over her. She continued her strokes until my pulses had stopped, and the last of my cum was dribbling out of the tip of my thingy. She smiled at the look of surprise on my face. "Well now, that was new I can tell." I nodded. "I'm going to struggle to go anywhere with all this mess on me," she added, looking down at her body. Knowing what she expected, I bent down and, starting with a blob that had landed on the edge of her purple lace suspender belt, I began to clean her with my tongue, licking up all the juices that had so recently been inside me. When I had finished, I moved off her and she sat. As she got off the bed and picked up her gown, she turned to me. "How was that for a girly night in then?" In my still surprised and aroused state I could only give a half smile. "Well, don't dwell on it too much. Tomorrow could be a busy day, and you don't want to disappoint Fran?oise do you. Goodnight." With that she left, and as I got ready for bed, thoughts of what had happened tonight and what might happen with Fran?oise tomorrow raced through my head. As soon as it hit the pillow, however, I was out for the count. =#= Waking early next morning, I headed down to the kitchen clad only in nightdress and gown, remembering what my boss had said about choosing something for the meeting with Fran?oise. When I arrived she was already sitting there eating her breakfast, and wearing similar clothing to me. As soon as I saw her, the memories of the previous night came flooding back. "You look well rested," she greeted me, smiling. "Yes, thank you." I wanted to continue by saying how much I had enjoyed the experience, but felt nervous. What exactly had I enjoyed? The sex, the being treated as a girl, the beautiful clothes? My thoughts didn't have long to settle. "Get yourself some breakfast, and then meet me in the dressing room wearing just some underwear. We'll choose you something nice for Fran?oise." That got me thinking. What should I wear? What does she know? Is this all some kind of set up to embarrass me? I decided to try to take things at face value; after all she had treated me well at ?school'. =#= I met her in the dressing room wearing the black satin bra-slip my mother had bought for me, but that I hadn't had the chance to wear yet. Underneath I was wearing a thong that I hoped would conceal my thingy, and I had attached black stocking to the suspenders. Standing there in my underwear I felt exposed, but it was only me and my boss so I wasn't too worried. After lots of consideration, she picked out two outfits for me to try on; a black and white striped jersey dress, and a deep green blouse with charcoal skirt and jacket. Trying on the blouse and skirt first I was pleased with the way they fitted, and when I donned the jacket and looked in the mirror, I looked every bit the professional office worker. Much as I enjoyed the feel of the satin blouse and skirt liner, I felt the outfit was perhaps too formal. Nodding her agreement, my boss instructed me to take it off and try on the dress. Getting into the dress was a little difficult as I had to put it on like a jumper. Once I had put it on and straightened it out, however, my boss smiled. "That's the one." Turning to look in the mirror, I had to agree. The dress hugged my figure, and despite the fact that I wasn't wearing a corset, it still looked feminine. With my thingy tucked back tight inside the thong, there were no give-away signs that all was not as it seemed. The neckline of the dress dropped just enough to give a hint of cleavage, but not enough to suggest the false breasts that were there. Handing me a lightweight cardigan and a black handbag, because my brown one wouldn't match, my boss sent me back to my room to get shoes. Just before eleven I joined her downstairs, and as I did I heard a car pull up on the driveway. Moments later there was a ring of the door bell. "Well open it," she said, gesturing towards the door. There were important questions I felt I had to ask before I went off with Fran?oise that I wasn't getting the chance to ask. The most crucial was whether or not she knew I was not a real girl. It looked like I was not going to have a chance to ask, she I realise I just had to go with the flow. As I opened the door, Fran?oise let out a gasp. "Oh my dear, you look wonderful," she said, greeting me with a hug and a kiss on both cheeks. "And so do you," I responded, before adding, "do come in." She looked fantastic in a knee length skirt and jersey blouse with a roll neck. We didn't have much time as the hair appointment was at 11.30, so she just came in long enough to receive ?instructions' from my boss. I had to go and get my hair and nails done, we could go anywhere for lunch as long as it wasn't junk food, we were not to go to Fran?oise?s house and I had to be back ready to prepare dinner. Just before we walked out the door she added, "If you do these things, there may well be other chances for you to spend more time together in the future." With this cryptic comment in our ears, we left. As we departed, Fran?oise immediately started asking about my hair, was I going to go for the same style. I had no clue, or inclination really, but she seemed to think that something called a ?page boy' would be good. I took her word for it, and when I suggested it to the ladies at the salon they were in agreement, saying that it would look good with the outfit I was wearing. As the started on my hair, they also started my manicure. When it came to repainting my nails, they were about to do a French manicure again. "Do I have to have that?" I asked, wondering if my boss had specifically suggested that style. "No, not at all madam. Why, had you thought of another style?" "Well, could you show me some colours please?" "What basic colour would you like?" When I replied that purple was my favourite colour, they turned round and brought over five different shades. The one that immediately grabbed my eye was called Miracle Mauve. Fran?oise was so taken with the colour, that she decided to have a manicure as well and went for the same colour. Slipping into this feminine way of behaving was becoming so natural now, that my antagonism of the previous week seemed shocking now. What had changed? Was I embracing femininity? Was I afraid of exposure and was going along with it while I had to? If I wanted to escape, would Fran?oise help me or was she in on the act as well? My over-riding fear was exposure, and since nothing dreadful had happened, the choice to collude seemed obvious. But how far was I prepared to collude? Would there be any turning back? =#= After we had finished at the salon, and everyone had agreed how much my new hairstyle suited me, we stopped at a restaurant for a light lunch, chicken salad with a class of chilled white wine. As we neared the end of lunch, Fran?oise turned to me and asked, "What do you want to do now?" As I had already counted out escape, I wasn't sure. "I'm easy," I responded, "What do you want to do?" "Let's go shopping. Is there anything you need? I was about to say no, when I realised that there was. While I had several uniforms, my ?casual' clothes were limited to the flowery dress my boss had bought for me on my first day, and the trousers I had stroppily selected, and while she had said I could wear anything I wanted from her dressing room, it wasn't mine. "Yes, there is. I have lots of uniforms in this job, but not many of my own clothes." "Oh, how come? Did you not have many clothes before?" she asked. Was this a trick question? How should I respond? "I've not been able to pick them up, and anyway, they don't suit my new style," I added without word of a lie. "What had you thought of?" she asked. "I'm not sure, I was hoping you might have some ideas," I suggested. "Well, you thought right. Shopping is what I do best," she chortled, jumping up and grabbing my hand. "Come with me." The rest of the afternoon seemed to fly by in a flurry of activity, stepping in and out of a wide variety of clothes shops, trying things on, comparing colours. By the end of the day, it seemed almost natural to get changed with someone else in the cubicle to help check out the outfit. If Fran?oise suspected anything she kept very quiet, but she did seem to like my bra-slip and asked where I had got it from. Eventually we walked back to the car with three outfits. The first was a low key outfit consisting of shortish denim skirt, black leggings and a white cotton blouse. I also had to get a pair of canvas pumps to go with this. The second outfit was a pair of tight fitting jeans with a long- sleeved checked shirt and sleeve-less cardigan. I felt odd about this choice as it seemed to be quite boy-ish, but with the new hair cut I guess Fran?oise thought I was going for the gamine look. Finally, the girliest outfit was a short pink dress with a wide belt. Fran?oise was convinced it would become a wardrobe ?staple' if accessorised properly! The time had flown by, and at no time had I been thinking about being a boy dressed as a girl. I was just enjoying spending time with a friend. As we got in the car, I realised what the time was, and with a tone of disappointment, suggested that it was time for me to get back to the house. Fran?oise agreed as she didn't want to upset Mrs. Smith. Perhaps she too remembered Mrs. Smith's passing comment, "If you do these things, there may well be other chances for you to spend more time together in the future." Arriving back at the house, Mrs. Smith was pleased with my new hairstyle and also the fact that Fran?oise had brought me back on time. In fact she invited Fran?oise in for a cup of tea. As we sat drinking tea, she wanted to see all the purchases. She seemed to accept the first two outfits with some degree of scepticism, but Fran?oise seemed to allay her fears when she said it was all young women were wearing. She was overjoyed, however, when I pulled out the dress, so much so that she suggested I try it on to show her. As I started to leave the room, she stopped me. "Where are you going?" "To put the dress on," I responded, slightly incredulously. "You can do that here," she retorted, and in response to the look that obviously had appeared on my face she added, "There's nothing to worry about, we're all girls here!" The fallacy of this statement bemused me, but, not wanting to suggest anything otherwise, I acceded to her command. Undressing to my underwear in front of them both seemed a really profound step. Both had seen me in underwear before, Mrs. Smith in a lot less, but this time they were an audience, I felt uncomfortable. Fran?oise obviously recognised this as she stepped up to help with me the dress and then fussed over me. The fussing was comforting and worth it as Mrs. Smith was impressed with the look of the dress on me, I was just conscious that it was barely covering my stocking tops! "Lovely, Stephanie. Now, why don't you go and change into your evening outfit while I have a chat with Fran?oise." Realising that this was another command, I collected all my clothes and headed for my room. =#= Several minutes later I returned to the sitting room to see Mrs. Smith and Fran?oise deep in conversation. As I entered the room, they both looked round at me. "Well done," Mrs. Smith greeted my arrival. "Now be a good girl and show Miss Fran?oise out. You do have to get dinner ready for me and Mr. Smith tonight." The return to her commanding way was unsettling after the previous night's experience, but perhaps I shouldn't have been surprised. I had already begun realise that I would have to respond to her change of whim on a regular basis. As I walked Fran?oise to the door she looked me up and down. "Now that is a very smart outfit," she said. She seemed genuine, and I was glad she wasn't seeing me in the French Maids outfit as I was sure she'd think I was a joke. However, her next comment surprised me. "Perhaps you should bring it to school on Monday and offer to work in the kitchen." She added a giggle, but I wasn't sure. As we got to the door, she turned to give me a kiss, this time on the lips. The boy in me was entranced, but so was the girl. I liked Fran?oise a lot. "See you on Monday," she called out as she departed. "Bye," I called after her, before adding under my breath, "I can't wait." =#= Mr. Smith arrived ready for dinner at 7, and just as I was clearing the table, he had a surprise. "Tomorrow lunchtime I have an old school friend arriving to spend the weekend with us so you will need to prepare for an extra person at meals." "Yes sir," I responded, nodding. "You will of course be expected to wear the French Maids outfit at all times while James is here," Mrs. Smith added. That threw me a bit. I realised how ridiculous the outfit looked, but at least the only time I had worn it previously was in front of women. Now I was going to have to wear the uniform for a whole weekend, in front of two men. As I went to sleep, that was all I could think of. =#= When I went to take breakfast in to their bedroom in the morning, both Mr. and Mrs. Smith were surprised that I was in my day uniform. I had hoped they would have forgotten the instruction of the previous night, but it was not to be. Apparently it was expected that a maid be attired appropriately for the guests. I made an excuse about not wanting to dirty my uniform while I cleaned the house ready for the guest's arrival, and they seemed happy enough. After spending a couple of hours tidying the house and preparing the lunch things, I realised I could not put off the dreaded change any longer. I had to go upstairs and change. Partly to calm my nerves and also to clean up after the work I had been doing in the morning, I decided to have a bath, and as I poured the lavender gel under the hot running water, the aroma immediately calmed me down. Removing my dirty dress and placing it in the laundry basket, I started to prepare my outfit while I waited for the bath to fill. I hanged the dress on the outside of the wardrobe and placed the apron and cap on the bed. Looking in my underwear drawer, I decided to go for a black thong underneath the requisite frilly panties. Pulling both out, I then found a black bra to go with the corset, and a pair of stockings. Taking off my panties and bra, I slipped into the warm water and reclined in the seductive foam, conscious that I could not dwell too long, but enjoying the luxuriousness of the experience. After soaking and cleaning, and checking my legs for any stray hairs, I eventually got out of the bath and wrapped a towel around my body covering up my breasts. Moving into my bedroom, I sat at the dresser and made myself up. Not too glamorous as I didn't want to draw any more attention to myself than necessary, but equally I wanted to appear truly feminine and not a charade. Drying myself off, I started to get dressed. I surprised myself by managing to get the corset done quite tight, although I am sure my boss would have liked it tighter, and the dress just fitted my feminised figure. Despite the fact that I looked feminine and certainly looked the part of a maid, I still could not get over how ridiculous the uniform was, obviously designed for titillation and not real work. =#= Mr. Smith's friend, Mr. Land arrived just before one, and like the dutiful maid I was, it was my task to meet him at the door and welcome him in. This was all a show as Mr. and Mrs. Smith were both fully aware that the door bell had rung. As I opened the door, his eyes opened wide. "Ah, you must be the new maid Andrew was telling me about. And what do they call you?" Without missing a beat I dropped a curtsey and responded with my name. How did that come so naturally? "Well, my bag is in the car," he said, passing me his keys, and walking past me to greet Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Although I had been outside many times in my new guise, I had never been out in the maids outfit, and walking around, feeling the cool air against my fishnet clad legs was both exhilarating and slightly unnerving. =#= The three of them took lunch in the dining room, and then Mr. Smith and Mr. Land went out for a round of golf, leaving me to get dinner ready. As I was working in the kitchen, Mrs. Smith came up behind me and patted me on my back. "How's it going," she asked. "Fine thank you," I responded, not quite knowing what she meant. "You seem to be coping well with the fact that here you are, a man, dressed as a girl, waiting on two handsome and successful men. Keep up the good work", she added and turned and left the room. I was stunned. I had grown accustomed to her referring to me as a girl and nothing else, that this comment seemed a real shock. Unsure of her motives, I continued with my work with a mixture of fear, embarrassment and self-loathing swirling inside me. Is that all she saw me as? Some kind of freak! Later on in the day as I was serving dinner, I couldn't bring myself to look her in the eye and I realised that a very clear marker had been put down. When I was dressed as a maid, particularly a French Maid, she owned me and I wasn't worthy of respect. =#= After dinner, the two men went to the games room in the basement to play snooker and Mrs. Smith retired to the lounge. As I was clearing up in the kitchen, the bell went calling me to the basement. Trotting downstairs, I arrived in the games room, curtseyed and asked how I could help. "This new girl of yours is a fine filly, Andrew," Mr. Land intoned. "Yes, I agree," Mr. Smith responded, "Although I've not really got to know her yet. Can you get some whisky and ice please Stephanie, bring the whole decanter." "Yes sir," I responded and left. When I returned a few minutes later with a tray, some ice, two glasses and a decanter of single malt, Mr. Land was alone in the games room. "Place the tray over here," he said motioning to a table on the other side of the room near where he was standing. As I crossed the room, I could feel his eyes checking me out, the way I would have checked out a girl wearing the same outfit. As I bent over to place the tray on the table, he moved behind me. Nervously I placed the tray on the table, and as I did so he placed his hand on my exposed panty-covered buttocks. "This outfit really suits you," he said, stroking my buttocks. I was shocked and surprised, and as I stood up and moved backward I stumbled and he caught me around my waist. As he helped me steady myself, he kept his hands on my waist and was stroking my sides. "Have you been at the whisky already?" he asked, and I simpered a ?no' in response, not quite believing the way I was behaving. "I can't believe Andrew hasn't got to know you yet", he continued, stroking my cheek with one of his hands. At that moment, Mr. Smith returned to the room and I was relieved when Mr. Land released me. Stepping back carefully, I curtseyed. Asking if I would be needed again, when Mr. Smith said no, I quickly excused myself, and headed back to the kitchen and a glass of wine. A short while later, Mrs. Smith came in to the kitchen to say goodnight and send me to bed. She could see I was in a state, and she asked me what the problem. Reluctantly I told her. "Well, what do you expect? A gorgeous looking thing like you! However, I can see you're upset so come with me." Following her to the downstairs cloakroom, she ushered me in with her and shut the door behind her. Reaching into the cabinet under the sink, she pulled out a blue box. "Do you know what these are?" she asked. "Tampons," I responded, unsure of what she was meaning. "And if a woman is using a tampon what does it mean?" "She's having her period," I responded, still unsure. "Which means she's not going to be interested in sex. Okay?" I nodded dumbly in response, beginning to see where this was going. "So if you use a tampon, it sends out the message that it's your time of the month and you're not interested in sex. Right?" Again I nodded dumbly as she handed me the box. I stood there looking confused. "What's the problem?" she asked. "I don't have a vagina," I responded. "Yes I know, not yet, but you do have another hole. Do you know how to use one of these?" I shook my head, as much to say no as to shake away what she had just said. As I did this, she took the box from me, pulled out a tampon, opened the wrapper and showed me how the applicator worked. "Well turn round then, and I'll do this one for you so you know how it should feel." Dumbly I turned round and bent over holding my ankles as she suggested. Pulling down my knickers and thong, she placed the applicator just inside my anus, and then pressed it down, pushing the tampon deep inside my opening. Telling me to pull my panties up, she disposed of the wrapper, and when I was done, passed me back the box. "That should be alright over night and then put a new one when you go to the toilet next. Happy?" I nodded dumbly again, astounded by the events of the evening. "I think it's time you went to bed," she added. I agreed, and following her out of the cloakroom, I headed upstairs, feeling the new sensation inside me all the way up the stairs. When I undressed and removed the thong, I looked between my legs to see the string hanging down. Putting on my purple cami pyjama set, I readied myself for bed, and as I lay there, the events of the evening were overwhelming me. Unusually, I took a long time to get to sleep. =#= Sunday morning was always breakfast in bed, and the only difference this time was that I would be getting breakfast ready for two rooms, not just one. Dressing in the French Maids outfit as was expected, I was in the kitchen early to prepare the two trays. When it came to eight o'clock I took the first tray up to Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Placing the tray on the table by the door, I knocked it quietly. On hearing ?come in' I opened the door, picked up the tray and made my way over to the dressing table. Mrs. Smith was sitting up in bed, but Mr. Smith was still asleep. "Have you delivered Mr. Land's breakfast yet, Stephanie." "No ma'am," I replied. "Good girl. Now I'm guessing you've prepared the usual, but be sure to give Mr. Land anything he wants. We can't have our guests getting upset can we?" "No ma'am," I replied again. "Well off you go then, and by the way, you do look lovely this morning." Pleased that she had commented favourably on my appearance, I left the room to get the other tray. Standing outside the door to the bedroom Mr. Land was staying in, I placed the tray on the small occasional table and knocked on the door. There was no answer, but then I realised that I could hear the shower running. Opening the door, I picked up the tray and made my way over to the table and chairs in the corner of the room. As I was concentrating on laying out the breakfast things, I didn't hear the shower stop, and I didn't realise that Mr. Land was standing behind me in the room. It was only when he cleared his throat that I realised he was there and stood up and turned around. He was standing there with a towel wrapped around his waist exposing his strong chest, drying his hair with another towel. "Well good morning Stephanie," he intoned. "You are looking gorgeous this morning." I obviously flushed with the compliment as I could see him smile. "Good morning, sir," I responded. "I have made you a breakfast but if..." At that moment the towel around his waist loosened itself and slipped to the floor. In shock I dropped the cloth I was holding and stared at his semi-erect penis. "You were saying?" he said. Shaking my head and bending down to pick up the cloth I finished my sentence "...if there is anything else I can do for you..." I stopped again, realising as one of my stockinged knees touched the carpet and I reached out my hand to pick up the cloth, that my face was the same height as his groin. "Well seeing as you have offered so nicely and are down there anyway," he said, moving towards me, "There is something you could do." With his stiffening member inches from my face, I felt like answering ?what could that be then', but my boss' words hung in my head, ?be sure to give him anything he wants'. Knowing it was not what I wanted, but guessing his desires and not wishing to upset my boss, I felt I had no choice. Placing my other knee on the ground and dropping the cloth, I reached out a manicured hand towards his groin and grabbed his member. As I did so I looked up at him and he looked down towards me and nodded. Slowly I started to grip his penis and caress it, reaching out and cupping his balls with my other hand. For some reason I thought this would be enough, but as his penis became fully erect, I realised he had other ideas. He took a step closer so as I masturbated him, the tip of his penis was stroking my lips. Knowing there was no option, but realising there would be no way back, I slowly opened my crimson coloured lips. Leaning forward slightly, I kissed the tip of his penis. This was all the invitation he required, and stepping forward again, I couldn't prevent him pushing his fully erect member into my mouth. Still maintaining a grip on both his penis and ball sack, I tried to remember the times I had been on the receiving end of a blow- job, including my most recent experience with Mrs. Smith. It seemed bizarre to think that I had received what I was now giving. Continuing to stroke his penis and caress his balls, I bobbed my head up and down on the tip of his member, licking and caressing it. As he became more aroused, so he penetrated deeper and deeper into my mouth until I could no longer hold on to his shaft. Letting go, and having nowhere else to put my hand, I reached round and held his firm buttock. It was only when I could feel his pubic hair with my nose that I realised I had him all in my mouth. At that point I released his ball sack and held his other buttock with my other hand. At this point I realised I had another decision to make. If I released him before he ejaculated, he may get upset and inform Mrs. Smith, or I may leave it too late and he would spurt all over my face. As I thought about this, the decision was taken out of my hands. He grabbed my head and at the same time he started moving his groin backwards and forwards, penetrating my mouth as far as he could go. I could tell he was getting close to climax, and I was getting close to completing my first blow- job. Then, without warning, it happened. His hot semen gushed into my mouth. His hands were holding my head firmly and there was no way I could back out. As he came more and more, my mouth filled with his warm seed and there was nothing I could do but swallow. I kept swallowing until he stopped spurting. Still he held my head as I licked the last few drops of cum from the end of his member. Eventually I could feel it softening in my mouth, at which point he released my head and stood back, his member popping out of my mouth and leaving a last drop of cum on my lower lip. As I drew my tongue out to mop it up, I could feel the taste of his cum mixing with the taste of my lipstick. "Well, well," he said offering me his hand to help me up. "That was quite a wake up call! I shall have to inform Martha of your excellent service. Now off you trot, I'm sure you have many things to keep you busy." As I turned to leave, he patted me on my buttocks, leaving his hand long enough for me to feel its warmth through the satin fabric of my panties. Taking my leave I ran straight to my bedroom. Closing the door behind me, I sat on the dressing table and stared at myself, too shocked to cry. How, in little over a week had this happened? How had I become a cock-sucking parlour maid? Every day I seemed to step further and further away from who I was and was moving closer to something I had never even dreamed I would become. And the worst thing was, that not only was I tied by a contract, I was beginning to become tied by the apron strings; I was beginning to enjoy it. This latest event had been a threshold. Now I had crossed it, what would happen? Was there truly no way back? A tight feeling in my groin gave me the answer, I realised that my thingy was hard and was straining at the fabric of my support thong, that I was actually aroused by the experience I had just had. I sat still for a while, considering what had just happened. Then, without thinking, I did what seemed to be the most natural thing to do. I checked my make up, reapplied my lipstick, then stood up and checked myself in the mirror before leaving my room to continue the chores for the day. As I closed the door behind me, I realised that it was a very different girl who left the room than the person who had walked down to prepare breakfast less than two hours earlier. =#= After breakfast, Mr. Smith and Mr. Land went off for a round of golf, leaving me alone in the house with Mrs. Smith. I tried to avoid her as I didn't want to discuss what had happened, but it was not possible. As I was putting Mr. Land's bed linen in the washing machine, she came up behind me. "So, Stephanie, what do you think of Mr. Land? He's a bit of a dish isn't he?! Did you give him everything he wanted for breakfast?" I nodded and managed to croak, "Yes, ma'am", not wanting to turn around in case she saw my blushing face. "Well, be a dear and cook up a nice roast lunch will you. I'm sure the men will be famished after their golf, and we wouldn't want to let Mr. Land leave unsatisfied, would we." "No, ma'am," I answered, concerned now that not only would I have to see Mr. Land again at lunch, but what if he was not ?satisfied'. =#= When the men returned from golf, lunch was ready for them. I mostly managed to avoid Mr. Land's eye, but occasionally I caught a glimpse of him looking at me and he gave me a wink. After lunch, I cleared the table and served coffee in the lounge. While they were enjoying their drinks, I returned to Mr. Land's bedroom to re- lay the bed. After fixing the sheet and duvet cover, I was reaching over to plump up the pillows when I heard a voice behind me. "What an inviting view!" said a man's voice, Mr. Land. I made to stand up. "No, no, stay as you are," he added. I remained bent over the bed, very aware that the short skirt of my dress was riding high and exposing my frilly panties. Before I could do anything, I felt him standing behind me and his hands gripping my waist. With his firm grip he pulled me towards him until his groin was touching my behind. I could feel his member stiffening. "Hmm," he said, "No wouldn't that be a nice way to say goodbye," as he held be their, making sure I could feel his ever growing penis. Then he patted me on the back. "Unfortunately I have no time today, perhaps next time." He let me go and I stood up to watch him pick up his bag. Turning towards me as he left the room he added. "You can be sure I will give Martha a good report." =#= And he did! I am not sure exactly how much he told Mrs. Smith, but she congratulated me on making his stay most comfortable and then hit me with two surprises. "As you have been such a good girl this weekend, I'll let you off dinner tonight. Actually, Mr. Smith and I aren't that hungry after your excellent lunch and will be just be popping out to the local pub for a couple of drinks. So you have the house to yourself, and this time, you have my permission to visit my closet." I blushed as I remembered the last time I had been alone in the house and had been caught out. "Also, when Fran?oise was here the other day, she invited you to stay the night at her house. I think you have earned my trust and the right to stay over, so after school tomorrow you will go home with her. She will then drop you off here on Tuesday morning. You'll need to pack a bag tonight then. Don't forget to pack something to wear after school, as well as a nightdress." With that I was left pretty much to my own devices for the rest of the day. The first thing I did was take off the French Maids dress, frilly panties and fishnets. I decided to keep the corset on though and simply put on one of my day uniforms and a pair of tights until I finished my chores. Once Mr. and Mrs. Smith had left, I fixed myself a simple supper and had a luxuriant lavender scented bath. When I got out of the bath, I could have had an early night, but I thought about the invitation from my boss to check out her wardrobe. Getting dressed into my cream, lacy lingerie and nude stockings, I checked my make-up and padded down the corridor to the spare room. Opening the closet I was once again stunned by the array of dresses she had for all occasions. This time I chose a floral summer dress with a high waist. Taking it off the hanger, I stepped into it and pulled the side zip. It was a little tight, perhaps I should have left the corset on, but it fitted. Twirling in front of the mirror, I was pleased with myself, and took a bag from the top of the wardrobe to pack for my sleepover. Back in my room I packed two of the outfits that Fran?oise had helped me choose, the pink dress and the short denim skirt. I packed a nightdress and pyjamas, not sure what the sleeping arrangements would be. After packing enough underwear, I made myself a drink and sat down to watch the TV for a bit. Eventually I felt myself drifting off and decided that I should turn in for the night ahead of my school day tomorrow and the sleepover. Going back to the closet, I returned my boss' dress and without thinking about it, padded back down the landing clad only in my lingerie. It was then that I heard voices, and before I could do anything about it, Mr. Smith rounded the top of the stairs and was on the landing in front of me. There was nothing I could do, nowhere to hide. I was standing there clad only in my lingerie displaying all my assets. I was only thankful that for some reason I had put the support thong I had been wearing earlier back on. "Ah, Andrew was quite right, you are something special," he said moving towards me. As he came closer I back away a little, but realised I was standing with my back to the wall with nowhere to go. "What a brazen thing you are," he continued, approaching me. As he reached me he held out one arm to lean on the wall and I could smell the beer on his breath. He started to stroke my cheek with his other hand. "If I didn't know better I would say this is a trap Martha has put in place to catch me out. Well not tonight. I know she'll be up in a moment." He hand moved from my check to my shoulder, shoulder to side and side to waist. Bringing both hands down to my waist, he stood closer to me and breathed in. "Hmm, what a lovely smell you have. I really must get to know you much better. Not tonight though, Martha will be here any moment and we wouldn't want her to catch us would we." He gave my lace-clad bum a squeeze. "No, better leave it until we're alone one day. Off you trot now before she sees you." And with that he gave my backside a pat. I almost ran to my room and locked the door behind me just as I heard Martha reach the top of the stairs. I quickly changed and jumped into bed, wrapping the sheets tightly around me, thankful for my escape, but nervous about the day that we would be left alone. I slept fitfully that night. To be continued...