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Chapter Four - I Pay The Price I woke up the next morning, Grace's soiled panties lying on my pillow. The alarm clock! Crap! I'd overslept! I had barely slept in three nights. I had to get it together. But all that I could think about was Grace, and how, when I had my first chance to do so, I'd failed to satisfy her. I hurriedly jumped in the shower, washed, and then practically threw my clothes on. I rushed out the door and caught the King Street Metro into downtown DC and hustled to my office. Fortunately, I had no meetings scheduled for the morning. Despite my best effort to focus upon my work, nearly all that I thought about was Grace - especially my failing to satisfy her. Some other guy was giving her what she needed. I wasn't going to call her again though. Last night had been a disaster. How presumptuous for me to think she would be alone. A beautiful woman like Grace had to have other male interests in her life. And her interest in me would be short-lived if I didn't improve on the sex scene next time out. If there was a next time. She probably thought I was a stalker after that ridiculous late night phone call. That was how my week went. I tried to work. I thought only of Grace. I couldn't wait to see her again. I was afraid to see her again. I was worried that I would never see her again. And through it all, I was in an almost constant state of arousal. I wanted her so badly. I wanted to have one more chance to show her I could be a satisfying lover - and I don't mean with my tongue. I mean with my penis, the way a man ought to satisfy a woman. Late Friday afternoon I'd nearly given up hope that I'd hear from her, when I received an email from gaandrews. 'We have to talk. G.' The message had an ominous tone to it. 'We have to talk?' I typed, 'Okay. Is anything wrong?' Send. 'Can you come by my place tonight?' she replied. She didn't answer my question. 'Sure. What time?' Send. 'I'll fix dinner. You bring wine. Eight. See you then. G.' I replied, 'Sounds good. See you at eight.' Send. 'And I won't be late either,' I thought. Dinner and wine alone with Grace was a pleasant thought. Maybe I was reading too much into the 'We need to talk,' message. The good news was that she wanted to see me again. I dropped what I was doing and left work right away so that I could get home in plenty of time to shower, change, and get to Grace's on time. I needed to stop and pick up a nice bottle of wine also. Somehow I managed to get done everything I had to do in time. I was heading out the door of my house when I received another email from Grace on my Blackberry, 'Bring my panties with you. G.' Oh no! She knew?! How could she know? I nearly fainted. How could she think that I'd take her panties? What must she think of me if she thought that? Was this what she meant by 'We have to talk?' Fuck! What should I do? Pretend I didn't receive the message? Deny it? What?! Oh God! At that moment, I wanted to die. Or, somehow, disappear. I was so embarrassed. How could I face her? My head was tortured with questions - but no answers. What to do? I turned around, went to my bedroom, and removed the soiled panties from the drawer in the night table next to my bed. That's right - soiled. Not only had I wiped the sperm off of my stomach the first night I had them, but I'd ejaculated in them the night before while fantasizing about having sex with Grace. I guess I was going to have to face the music. Why even go over there? I knew she was just going to tell me we were through. She didn't want to date a perv who'd steal her dirty underwear. But if that were true, why tell me she was going to fix dinner? That sounded more like a date. No, the thing to do was to go through with the evening, and own up to what I'd done. I'd apologize, and explain that I just lost my head and had been stupid. Maybe she'd understand and forgive me - give me another chance. I arrived fifteen minutes early this time. As I entered the apartment lobby Walter, the doorman, greeted me warmly. "Good evening Danni," he said. "Miss Andrews is expecting you." Great! The doorman was now calling me Danni. He led me to the elevator and sent me on my way. When the doors opened to Grace's apartment, there was no one around. I walked hesitantly inside, looking for her. Tentatively, I called out, "Grace! Are you here?" From her bedroom, "Yes Danni! Back here! You're early," she shouted. "Sorry! I'm not quite dressed yet. Why don't you pour us a glass of wine. I'll be right out." "Okay," I answered. Hmmm. She seemed fine - happy and pleasant even. Maybe I was making too much of everything. I found her corkscrew and a pair of glasses. After pouring us each a glass of Cabernet, I wandered around Grace's apartment, examining the different art and knick-knacks she'd accumulated. "Danni?" she called from her bedroom. "Yes?" I shouted loudly in reply. "Would you be a dear? I need some help." "In there?" I asked. "Of course in here silly. Where else would I need your help?" "Okay." I walked toward her bedroom. Entering, I looked around. "In here," she called from her closet. As I entered her walk-in, Grace was leaned over from her waist, her back to me, buckling a strap-on pair of spiked black high heels. She wore dark black stockings with a Cuban heel. A dark seam ran up the back of her thighs in a perfectly straight line. Attached to the top of the dark grey welts was a ring of several garter tabs, each of which was extending below the hem of a pair of full bodied see through black nylon panties. She wore a velvet black dress that was not zipped up yet. I just stood there watching her, eyes locked on her butt. When she stood, she turned and said, "Oh! Good! You're here. I can't quite reach this zipper. Do you mind?" "Er, n, no," I answered, and approached her. My fingers were actually trembling at the thought of helping her with her zipper. She wore a black bra with a wide band. I carefully pulled on the zipper and, as I did, it closed tightly against her skin. I hooked the clasp at the top. After I'd finished, Grace turned to me and it was then that I saw the dress she wore had a deeply plunging neckline, revealing the top edges of her black lace bra which pushed her plump breasts high upon her chest. I wouldn't be able to avoid looking at them no matter how I tried. With her heels on Grace towered over me by a few inches. She didn't act like she was going to apologize either. She obviously knew with heels she would be taller than me. "Where's my wine?" she asked. "Uh, uh, it's in the dining room," I answered. "Mm. Let's go then," she said and walked past me and out of her bedroom, leaving me to follow. She picked up her glass of wine and handed me mine. "Care to join me on the balcony?" she asked. "Su, sure," I answered. All I could think of, besides her breasts poking out of her dress, was the soiled pair of panties in my pocket. When would the subject be raised? The evening breeze off of the Potomac was calm and comforting. We sipped our wine silently. It wasn't particularly uncomfortable - in fact it seemed like things were fine - but I knew there was a question hanging in the air. Why had I taken her panties? But Grace didn't even hint at it. We began to talk about our week, as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred at all. After a while, she asked if I was hungry. When I said that I was, she led me into the dining room. She served us a Waldorf salad, followed by a pleasant smoked salmon with asparagus. Dinner was delicious, but there was precious little conversation. We were both hungry and focused upon our meals. I complimented her on her culinary talent. After dinner we each cleared our plates and then retired into her den, where Grace sat in a single chair. I looked around, surprised that she had not selected the couch, so that I could sit beside her. As I moved toward the couch, she signaled to me and pointed to the floor next to her. I must have looked confused. "Here Danni," she said, pointing toward her feet. "Sit here, near me luv." I walked over and sat on the floor at her feet. She smiled down at me. This was going to be it I thought. She was going to confront me now. God! Why was she torturing me so? Why not just get it over with? "Grace?" I began, and then hesitated. "Yes Danni?" she inquired briskly. "Is there something you want to tell me?" "Er, ye, yes," I stuttered. "Ab, about yo, yo, your p, pa, panties," I stalled again. I couldn't find the right words. Grace wasn't going to help me either it seemed. "Yes Danni?" she asked, emphasis upon my name. "What is it you want to say about them?" "I, I, I di, di, didn't mean to take them," I blurted out. She smiled, clearly having fun watching me suffer. "Really? Didn't mean to? I'm confused. How did you end up with them then?" "Ah, ah, I me, mean, I d, did me, mean to ta, take them. I, I ju, just me, mean that I, I'm so, sorry is what I mean. I'm so sorry for taking them. I do, don't even know why I did it. It ju, just ha, happened." She was silent for a while, looking down at me, enjoying my shame. "I think I understand," she finally spoke, calmly, with no apparent concern. "So, did you bring them back? Like I asked?" "Y, ye, yes, I did." "May I see them?" Now was the moment of truth. Would she realize I'd soiled them with my sperm? I pulled them out of my pocket in a tight little ball. I held them out toward her. She made no effort to take them from me - just looked at them critically. "You haven't washed them, have you?" she asked. "N, no. I ha, haven't." "Don't you think it is the polite thin to do? If you borrow someone's clothes? To wash them before you return them?" She asked it in such a matter of fact way, that it didn't even sound like I'd done anything wrong by taking them. My faux paux, it seemed, was in not washing them before returning them. "I, I su, suppose that is true," I answered timidly. "Well then, I suppose I could forgive it this one time," she said, as though her concession was the greatest gift she could bestow. "Th, thank you," I answered gratefully. In the moment, it was the best gift she could bestow. I was greatly relieved that she didn't seem angry. "It won't happen again," I promised. "No Danni," she said with emphasis. "It won't. Now be a dear and please go wash them for me now. There is lingerie soap next to the sink in my bathroom. You can hang them to dry over the shower rod." She gave these instructions as if she were telling me where to put away the glasses from her dishwasher. The thing is, I could tell she was serious, and did not expect me to question her. I hesitated as I looked at her. She simply pointed toward her bedroom door. "I'll be waiting," she advised. I stood to obey her command. As I walked away she further advised, "Be gentle with them, but be sure to remove all of the stains. A girl's delicate panties require special care, but they also must be spotless." As I disappeared into her room I was thankful for one thing. She didn't look at them closely enough to realize that I'd cum in them. That would have been too much. At least by washing them now I was being given a chance to eliminate the evidence of my misuse of her underwear. I turned on her spigot and adjusted the water to luke warm. I soaked the panties and gently worked them to soften the crusted gusset. I squirted a liberal shot of the scented lingerie soap that was next to the sink into the bottom of the soft nylon and began to gently work the floral scented soap into the fabric. I took special care to remove all evidence of staining out of the delicate material. Once I was satisfied that I'd done a sufficient job, I rinsed them thoroughly and then gently squeezed the excess water from them. I then carefully hung them, inside out, to dry over the shower rod, as Grace had instructed. I returned to the den. While I was gone Grace had changed clothes. I'd been so intent upon my task in her bathroom that I didn't even hear her enter the bedroom. She still wore the lingerie that she'd worn beneath her dress, as well as her heels, but she now wore a short, yellow chiffon double-layered baby-doll with a sheer yellow coverlet. She looked like a queen waiting for her attendant. I think she actually may have intended that. She didn't need to tell me where to sit. I sat at her feet. "All done?" she asked cheerfully. "Yes," I answered, oddly pleased to be able to report my success. "Very good," she stated. "Next time, Danni dear, when you want to borrow a pair of my panties, you will ask. Do you understand?" Next time I want to borrow her panties? I didn't borrow her panties this time. I took them out of some unexplainable deviant desire to sniff her womanly scent. What was she talking about, 'borrow'? I said nothing. What could I say in response to a question like that? "Danni," she pursued the subject. "I asked if you understood." "I, I didn't bo, bor, borrow your panties," I protested. "Really?" she came back quickly. "Then how did you come to be in possession of them Danni?" "I, I me, mean...I did take them, b, but, not like you're suggesting. I, do, don't know why I did it. I wanted to have something of yours to remind me of you." "Whatever you want to say is the reason Danni. It's quite all right with me. In fact, I don't mind at all sharing my panties, or any of my pretty things with you, if that is what turns you on." What! What was she talking about?! 'Turn me on?' Her lingerie didn't turn me on! I had to defend myself! I said in no uncertain terms, "I am not turned on by your underwear!" "Oh?!" she raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "Tell me then Danni. How do you explain the cum stains I saw on my panties?" I was stunned! She knew! How could she? Now what was I going to say? Tell her I masturbated into her panties? How perverted is that? I couldn't think of anything worthy to say. "I tell you what Danni," she went on. "If you say you aren't excited by my lingerie, I want to believe you. How about we conduct a little experiment? Are you game?" I felt uneasy. Her tone made me feel like I was being led into a trap. Shoot! I already felt trapped. I just needed to find an escape route. Without thinking it through, I answered, "Okay. What do you have in mind?" "A very simple little test," she said, as if it were a routine matter. "I'll pick out some clothes for you to wear, including a pair of panties, and leave them on my bed. I'll leave you alone to try them on and then you come show me that you aren't turned on. We'll both know if you are, if you know what I mean. If you aren't, then I'll accept your explanation. On the other hand, if you are, then you agree to let me dress you for the entire weekend, however I want to. Since you aren't turned on by wearing my panties, that shouldn't be a problem, should it?" she reasoned sweetly. How could I argue with that logic? Still, it felt like a trap. "Okay," I agreed reluctantly. "I'll do it. But I won't like it," I added, as if that was going to change anything. "Of course you won't," she said mockingly. "You wait here while I go pick out something for you to wear." She stood in her feathery lingerie, towering above me. My eyes moved up her long legs to her sexy body. She floated out of the room as I sat there contemplating my circumstance. It was okay. I'd just put on whatever clothes she chose, and prove to her that wearing her lingerie was not a turn on. It was simple. I could do it. Moments later she returned. "Okay Danni. I've set out everything you are to wear luv. I expect you to put it all on. The way I've laid it out should help you figure out what goes on first. I'll let you have some privacy while you get dressed. Then you can come show me that you aren't excited wearing my lingerie. Hmm?" With trepidation, I agreed, and excused myself to her bedroom. I just wanted to get this over with so that we could get on with our evening. Lying on her bed was not what I'd expected. She'd said she would pick out something for me to wear, and a pair of panties. What was on the bed was not what I'd thought she meant. This was too much! This was not what I'd agreed to! I went to the door and called out, "Grace?" She looked across the room at me, "Already dressed Danni?" "No!" I said. "That isn't what I agreed to," I protested. "You agreed to try on what I picked out for you to wear and panties," she replied nonchalantly. "That is the outfit I selected. It's just like the one I have on. But if you think it would turn you on, and you can't carry it off, then I guess I see what you mean." Crap! "No," I said, defeated. "I'll do it. Just give me a minute." "Take your time Danni," she said cheerily, an undertone of 'I'm getting my way again' satisfaction in her voice. "Make sure you put the garter- belt on first. There's a reason I'll tell you about later." I disappeared back into her bedroom. The array of clothing on the bed was laid out quite logically. All of it. I had to wear all of it. At least I liked the color - everything, except the silk stockings, was light blue - my favorite color. The stockings were black. The garter- belt first. I shimmied it up my legs and settled it evenly around my waist. There were four connectors on each side to secure the stockings. Next came the stockings. I picked up one for my right leg. The foot was shaped such that it could only be worn one way, with the black seam up the back of my leg. I gathered the weightless material, put my toes in, and then pulled the stocking up my leg. I stood to secure the top to the hooks on the garter. Not too difficult. A little awkward reaching around back. I then repeated the process with the other one. "How's it going in there?" Grace called out from the other room. "Er, a, fine," I yelled back. So far. Next, the bra. I'd seen one of my girlfriends do this once. I connected the straps in the front and then turned the cups around. I then lifted the straps onto my shoulders and adjusted it until it sat smoothly across my chest. Hmm. It felt interesting. Different. Secure. Lifting the double-layered chiffon baby-doll off of the bed, I pulled it down over my head, letting it settle like a cool breeze over my body. As I did so, I noticed my reflection in Grace's vanity mirror. No! I didn't just think I looked sexy? Ridiculous! The baby-doll Grace had laid out for me was identical to hers, other than the color. I wrapped the sheer blue coverlet over my shoulders. The only thing left was the French-cut nylon panties with scalloped lace across the front. This was the moment of truth. I pulled the delicate underwear up my legs and tucked my penis inside. As I did so my organ betrayed me. It started to swell. No! Not an erection! No! This couldn't be! I pressed on it, trying to make it go down. Touching it through the nylon only made it worse. "Danni?" she called. "How much longer are you going to be? Do you need some help?" "Ah, n, no," I shouted back, my voice squeaking. "I'm almost done." "Well hurry up! I can't wait for you to give me a little fashion show," she teased. "Don't forget the heels." Crap! She expected me to wear the high heels next to the bed?! She'd said she expected me to wear the entire outfit. Heels were the least of my worries right now. My real problem was how I was going to conceal this erection. I slipped the heels on my feet and stood unsteadily. Whoa! That isn't easy. I caught another glimpse of myself in the mirror. Wow! They seemed to lift my butt in a very arousing manner. No! My penis swelled more. I have to get this to go away! I thought frantically. Nothing I did helped. "Danni!" Grace yelled impatiently. "You're taking longer than a girl to get dressed! Don't you have those clothes on yet?" "Yes," I answered. "I'll be right out." "Come out here right now, or else I'm coming back there. I want to see who was right - me or you?" Damn it! There was nothing I could do. I had to face the music. Maybe if I turned just right I could hide my erection. I walked uneasily into the den, trying to walk in such a manner that Grace would not be able to see me directly from the front. "Oooh! Danni!" she shrieked as I approached. "You look so, so, well, sexy!" she declared. "Come closer sweetie," she urged me. I hesitantly moved closer. "Turn around," she directed me. "I want to see it all. Wow! Your legs look hot in those stockings!" As I turned in a full circle she saw it. Her hand went to her mouth as she stared in open mouth amazement. "Danni!" she cried. "You're so, so big!" I think I blushed at her obvious pleasure at my size. "So much bigger than the, well, you know." "What?" I asked. "What?!" "You knooow," she cooed. "Last week, when we tried to do it. I think you just lost the dare honey. It looks like it is lingerie for you the rest of the weekend. Oh boy! This is going to be so much fun!" A weird thought crossed my mind at that moment. I wasn't exactly unhappy that I'd lost the dare. I would never admit it to her, but I did kind of like wearing her lingerie. Having to wear it for the weekend against my wishes might not turn out to be so bad. I pretended to be unhappy that I'd lost. "Come on Grace!" I pouted. "Please?" I pleaded. "Uh, uh," she replied teasingly. "A deal is a deal. I'm not letting you back out. I have big plans for you. For now though, come with me," she said as she grabbed my hand and pulled me behind her toward her bedroom. As soon as we entered her room she shoved me toward her bed, causing me to stumble and nearly fall in the heels. She commanded me, "Lay on your back Danni." She crawled over me and grabbed my panties and forcefully pulled them down my legs. She immediately took my penis inside of her mouth and, with no apparent difficulty, swallowed all of it, sliding up and down and then back up. She grinned lasciviously at me. "Now do you see why girls wear their panties over their garters Danni? To give easy access. God! You look so sexy Danni!" she exclaimed as she went back down on me. I was so turned on I could barely hold back. She must have sensed me pulsing because she suddenly stopped sucking me and pulled away. She had a ravenous look in her eyes. "Don't you dare cum! Not yet! Not till I say!" she ordered me like she meant business. Leaving my penis alone, she crawled up my chest and began tweaking at my nipples. "Do you like that Danni?" she teased. "I think you do," she cooed. "Look at your titties grow when I flick them - just like mine do." Grace continued to amaze me. She gazed down at me, her piercing green eyes cutting right through me. "I love you like this Danni. Can you tell? I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't believe it. Do you want me to fuck you Danni?" she asked seductively. I nodded. "Ye, yes, I do." I answered. "You do what Danni?" she forced me to say the word. "I do want you to, to fu, fuck me," I responded. "Can you ask nicely?" "Please fuck me Grace?" I asked. "Hmmm," she moaned. "You want me to fuck you while you're wearing pretty lingerie? Um. I didn't see what the clothes I had on had to do with me wanting her to fuck me. I said nothing. "You're going to have to say it Danni. If you want me to fuck you, you have to say it. Say it." Not sure what she wanted, I said, "Please fuck me while I'm wearing lingerie?" "You don't think it's pretty Danni?" "Ye, yes," I admitted. "It's pretty." "Then ask me properly," she stated. "Please fuck me while I'm wearing pretty lingerie Grace," I said. "Please?" I begged, anxious to get on with it while I was still hard and ready. "Oh Danni," she sighed as she slid down me and grabbed my erect penis. "You are so hard Danni," she said sweetly as she slipped the head of my penis inside her slick vagina. As I impaled Grace she groaned, "Oh yes, yes, yes sweet Danni. There you are! In me! I feel you in me!" she declared, a surprised tone in her voice. "I feel you fucking me this time Danni. You are so turned on I can feel your penis inside me. Fuck me Danni! Fuck me! Fill me with your little cummies," she urged. In no time I began to explode! I was so happy that she could feel me that I couldn't wait. I began ejecting my sperm inside of her. Jet after hot jet of semen flowed from the tip of my penis. Grace seemed to be truly turned on from fucking me. I was pleased with myself, even if it didn't last long. She seemed genuinely pleased. Finally! I'd redeemed myself from my failure the week before. When I was spent, she collapsed upon my chest, her breasts heaving as she caught her breath. She snuggled into my neck, kissing me and telling me how amazing I'd been. We fell asleep in each other's arms, both of us wearing our nighties and stockings. The next morning I awoke and found myself alone in Grace's bed. The curtains were drawn back, letting the sunlight rain in. The shower was running in the bathroom. I lay in bed and looked down at the lingerie I was wearing. I reached down with my hand and touched myself through the soft nylon fabric. My cock immediately throbbed to attention. Wow! Grace was right about one thing - I did like the way her lingerie felt. I just didn't want to admit it. Momentarily, Grace exited the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body and another in her hand as she dried her wet hair. She was, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen, much less had the pleasure of making love to. "Good morning Sleepy Head," she greeted me cheerfully. "How'd my new girlfriend sleep last night?" Girlfriend? That was weird. Why did she need to tease me so? It was bad enough that she was insisting on this bet being carried to such an extreme. Instead of protesting, however, I simply answered, "Fine." She looked at my erect penis and said, "Hmmm! It looks like somebody else is awake and raring to go too!" she giggled. I covered myself shyly with my hands. I was embarrassed for her to see me with an erection again while wearing her baby-doll. "Don't be embarrassed Danni," she encouraged me. "Before the weekend is over, those clothes will be old hat to you. Besides, wasn't the sex last night amazing?" "Ye, yes, it was," I agreed. "Yo, you're going to make me wear this the entire weekend?" "No silly," she laughed. "I've got a few other outfits I want to see you in. Now why don't you take a shower and I'll leave you some clothes to try on when you get out. Okay?" "Uh, uh, okay," I said. I went into her bathroom and began removing the lingerie. I looked at myself in the mirror as I did so. I hated to admit it, but I was turned on by how I looked in her baby-doll. I felt like I was doing my own private strip tease as I disrobed. Once naked, I didn't feel so sexy. I was, once again, just a naked man. Before, I'd pictured myself as a sexy woman. What was wrong with me? These feelings weren't normal. The hot shower felt fantastic. I savored the warmth of the water as it soaked my body. When I stepped out, the bathroom mirror was covered in steam. I found a razor of Grace's next to her sink, and used some of her shaving cream to shave my face. When I was finished in the bathroom, I entered her bedroom, wondering what she'd laid out for me to wear. If anyone had seen me, they would have undoubtedly seen an expression of wonderment and shock. She couldn't be serious, I thought. The skimpiest outfit imaginable was on her bed. There was a white lace thong. I wondered if I'd even be able to fit my penis inside of it. Then there was a pair of small, shiny red polyester short shorts. The top was a shiny blue polyester halter-top. The shoes were a pair of 2- inch high platform sandals. She couldn't really expect me to wear this. But, somehow, I knew that she did. I still, sometimes, wonder why I went along with it. I picked up the tiny thong and found the correct openings for my feet. It was hard to tell. Once I did, I pulled them up my thighs and settled my penis inside. As I pulled them up, they caused my penis to get forced back a bit, between my legs, settling in tight to my ass crack. Next I tried the shorts. They were very tight. But the polyester stretched enough that I was able to get them all of the way up and settled around my waist. My penis was so tightly secure now that you couldn't tell from looking at me that I even had one. Looking in the mirror, I managed to tie the halter-top around my neck. I then slipped on the heels, took one last look at myself in the mirror, and said, "Here goes nothing," and exited Grace's bedroom. Grace was on her back patio, sipping a cup of coffee. She was wearing a pretty paisley sundress. The weather was beautiful. When I walked out she turned to see me and smiled warmly, "Oh Danni," she said. "You really did it! I was worried you wouldn't. Thank you so much for going along with our little game. Isn't it fun? And you look so sexy and hot!" I blushed at her gushing over me. I didn't know what to say really. I felt weird to be dressed as I was. On the other hand, it was just the two of us, and it seemed to really make Grace happy, so I saw no reason to rock the boat by complaining. Instead, I said thank you, and then poured myself a cup of coffee. As we stood there, Grace put her arm around me, drawing me in close to her, one hand cupping my buttocks, rubbing me on the outside of the shiny, smooth fabric of my shorts. She kissed me softly on my neck and then nibbled my ear. I shuddered at her touch. In her arms, I was in heaven. I knew at that moment that I was irretrievably in love. As I melted into her embrace, her cell phone rang in the next room. She pulled away, almost reluctantly, and went to answer. I watched her as she became a bit animated, apparently upset as she spoke. After a few minutes she returned, clearly upset. "What's wrong?" I asked. "My damned boss!" she exclaimed. "He's down at the office and says he needs my help. He has some copies of materials he needs reproduced and he can't operate the damned copy machine. Can you believe that?! I've got to go down there and help him. Men! I'm so sorry Danni," she apologized profusely. "Will you stay? And wait for me?" she pleaded. "Pleeaaase?" "Of course," I answered. I'd do anything for her at that point. "You go ahead and do what you have to do. I'll hang out here." "Oh thank you," she gushed. "You're so sweet. I won't be long. I promise." She grabbed her keys and purse and rang up the elevator to her apartment. After she left, I stood there alone for a few minutes, trying to decide what to do. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought I looked foolish wearing the feminine attire I had on. What was weird about it was that I was dressed like a girl, but the rest of me looked male. Something about it looked out of kilter - almost like I was gay looking, but not even quite that. I couldn't put my finger on it. It was kind of upsetting to see myself like this. I decided to put my male clothing back on. I went into to Grace's bedroom to find the clothes I'd worn over the night before. They weren't where I'd left them. I looked in her closet. Nothing. I began searching everywhere, but they were nowhere to be found. Had Grace hidden them from me? It appeared I had no choice but to continue to wear what I had on, no matter how silly it felt. An hour stretched in to two. Then three. Then Four. Where was Grace? I tried her cell phone, but got no answer. Soon, it was beginning to turn to dusk. Surely she'd be home for dinner. I decided to surprise her. I scrounged around in the refrigerator and found enough food to make a nice salad, baked potatoes and steaks on the grill. I set her table on the patio. I found a nice bottle of red wine and set that out. I had everything prepared and ready to go for when she arrived home. I figured that she would be tired if her boss had made her work the entire day. I'd just about forgotten what I was wearing. There were moments when it hit me that I was walking around in heels, wearing hot pants and a halter-top, but mostly I went about my business. As the sun set beneath the horizon, and there was still no sign of Grace, I opened the bottle of wine and poured myself a glass. I was getting hungry. Surely by now she would have eaten something. Why wouldn't she answer her phone? I decided to eat my salad. Time continued to crawl on at a snail's pace. Waiting for someone when you don't know when they will be home is agonizingly. I had nearly finished the bottle of wine when the elevator door rang. She was home! Finally! I glanced at a clock on the wall and saw that it was nearly nine o'clock. When Grace walked in and saw me she immediately broke in to an apology. She said she had been absolutely slayed with work when she arrived at her office this morning. I told her I'd tried to call her several times but she didn't answer. She explained that she'd accidentally left her cell phone in her car and couldn't get to it. She said she'd wanted to call me but she had my number on her phone and couldn't remember it. She profusely apologized and that was when she noticed the table setting and the open bottle of wine. She smiled and moved closer to me. She pulled me close and said, "Oh how sweet of you Danni. You made me dinner. That's a wonderful thing to come home to. I'm so sorry that I've already eaten," she cooed. "You have?" I asked unhappily. "You ate dinner alone?" "Alone?" she replied. "Of course not alone silly. My boss insisted on taking me out after making me work all day. But it was sweet of you nonetheless. Perhaps we can have it tomorrow night if you'll stay for dinner." She collapsed in her easy chair and kicked off her heels. "My feet are killing me," she declared as she looked expectantly up at me. At first, I didn't get it. Then it hit me. She wanted a foot massage. After waiting for her all day, preparing to cook her a nice dinner, she wanted me to massage her feet! An eruption of anger was beginning to boil under the surface. Nonetheless, ever obedient to Grace's whims, I knelt and took her right foot into my hands. It was sticky and smelly from being in her heels all day. But I doubted that mattered much to Grace. She'd clearly come to expect that I would willingly massage her feet. I slowly and deliberately massaged first one, then the other foot. Grace continually voiced her appreciation. I moved up to her calves and then to her thighs. As I massaged her thighs she opened her legs a bit. I was able to see her panties as I did so. I noticed that they were wet - quite wet. I was pleased to think that my efforts were causing her to experience such pleasure. I began to fantasize about making love to her again when we went to bed. It really was amazing how wet her panties were. She must have had an orgasm she was so wet. I cut a glance toward her face and noticed she was watching me. "You like looking at my panties - don't you Danni?" Caught again, and feeling embarrassed, I tried to deny it. "N, n, no," I lied. "Oh come on!" she said. "Of course you do. I see you do it all of the time. No wonder you stole mine last week." "I didn't steal your panties!" I protested. "Oh?" she came back. "I gave you permission to take them?" "Er, ah, no," I whined. "But I wasn't going to keep them." "Oh," she said. "I see. That's different then. Oh well, it doesn't matter anymore. You know you can always borrow my panties if you want to. In fact, I'm thinking it is time to go to bed. Do you want to wear the same thing you wore last night? Or would you like to pick out something else?" I didn't know what to say. I knew she won the right to dress me as she pleased for the entire weekend, but it felt a little odd for me to be choosing what I wore. That was more like I wanted to wear her clothes, and not that she was making me do it because I lost a bet. "Er, why don't you choose?" I replied. "Okay," she answered. "If you prefer. Let's go to my room and we can look together at what I have." She led me to her room and we entered her walk-in closet that was filled with her beautiful nightgowns. I'd never seen so many sexy looking negligees. She had them in all lengths, styles and billowy fabric. Grace began pulling different ones out and asking what I thought. I hemmed and hawed, not wanting to appear as though I was choosing to wear her lingerie. Finally she grew impatient and told me that if I couldn't make a choice that perhaps I may as well go home. I didn't want that to happen, so I told her that wouldn't be necessary. I'd pick one. The next one she pulled out was a sheer white gown that came to about mid- thigh and had spaghetti straps. The gown had a matching white net coverlet. I said that one would be fine. "Oh Danni!" she exclaimed. "You picked my favorite, most sexy nighty. Yummy! Perfect! Let me get you a bra and panties to wear with it." Bra? Panties? She was really pushing me. She rummaged around in her drawers and came up holding a matching bra and panty set that had leopard spots all over it. She held them up and asked, "How about these Danni? Rooaarr!" she cried out and began laughing. I didn't know exactly what to say. I knew I was going to have to wear the set, so what was the point in protesting? "Su, sure," I said. "Great! You put these on while I get ready for bed." She went into the bathroom and began running water in the sink. I assumed she was going to shower. I dressed in the clothing she expected me to wear. When I looked at myself in the mirror, the leopard underwear showed clearly through the sheer white nighty and coverlet. I had to admit it. I looked sexy. As I was gazing at my image, Grace returned to her bedroom. She hadn't showered. She was wearing only a tank top and the bikini panties she'd had on earlier. She whistled when she saw me. "Mmmm, mmmm, mmm!" she declared. "You look ravishing Danni. There is only one thing missing that could really help." "Really?" I asked. "What?" She went to her panty drawer and came up with two pair of plain white panties. She approached me and, without asking, carefully and seductively stuffed one in each of the bra cups of my bra. "There," she said. "Now your gown hangs properly. Look," she said as she turned me to face the mirror. "What do you think?" I was stunned at what she was doing. Speechless. I stared at my reflection. Again the thought I'd had earlier in the day. I looked feminine. But I wasn't a girl. I was a man. But not gay either. What was it? I couldn't put my finger on it. "So?" she pressed me. "Do you like?" "I, I gu, guess?" "Well," she pushed. "No matter. I like. That's what matters, huh?" "I suppose," I answered weakly. "Come on," she pulled me toward her bed. "Let's play." Now that sounded like a good idea! I followed her willingly to her bed, hoping for a repeat of the previous night. As we snuggled under the covers, Grace softly kissed my lips. "You're so pretty Danni," she whispered. "Do you know that?" Uncomfortable with the feminine reference to my appearance, but unwilling to break the mood, I just smiled. I reached under her tank top to touch her breasts but she caught my hand and pushed it toward her pussy. The crotch of her panties was still as wet as it had been earlier. I was amazed at how aroused she was. I really wanted to make love to her, but she seemed to have other ideas. "Oh Danni," she sighed. "I'm kind of tired tonight. But you know what would be nice?" I knew, but decided to tease her a little. "No," I answered. "What?" She giggled as she pushed my head downward toward her crotch. "You knooowww," she giggled. I licked her outside of her panties. I could actually taste her cum. She'd been creaming in her panties. It wasn't long before Grace was wriggling out of her underwear, giving me unfettered access to her glistening wet nest. "Be gentle tonight Danni," she said. "I'm a little sore down there." Why she might be sore down there never crossed my mind, but I complied with her request as I gently began kissing her soft, wet pussy. Her aroma was strong. She'd obviously been aroused inside of her panties for a while. And she'd foregone taking a shower, so she'd been wrapped up all day, which added to the intensity of her pungent aroma. I don't think, if I'd been asked, I would have said that I'd enjoy licking a rank, dirty, pussy, but for Grace, it was no problem. Her cream seemed somewhat thicker, creamier than the other times I'd orally pleasured her. She sighed as I gently licked and sucked her. As I sucked her she came in a rush of thick liquid. I'd never known a woman to cum like that, but as Grace did so I was turned on like never before. Her taste was strong, almost bitter. But I loved it and began sucking harder. As I did, more of her thick cream came rushing out. Grace began bucking against my mouth, violently orgasming like I'd never made her orgasm before. She cried out, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Danni! You dear sweet thing! Suck that cum out of my pussy! You are such a nasty little cum slut. Suck my sperm nasty girl!! Suck it all out of my cunt!!" God! Grace was so turned on! And I'd done it to her! I felt so proud of myself. I didn't care that she called me a slut. But she called me a girl too. That was a little strange. On the other hand, I was wearing a negligee. Meanwhile, my unrelieved penis was throbbing unmercifully. I really wanted to fuck her, but when I tried, she turned away from me and was soon snoring quietly, leaving me throbbing and unsatisfied. I cuddled up behind her and lay awake, thinking of all that had happened since I met Grace a few weeks ago. The sex was amazing, but she definitely had some odd idiosyncrasies. This dressing me up in her lingerie was weird. And yet, I couldn't deny it was a turn on as well. I awoke Sunday morning to Grace massaging me through my panties, or, er, her panties, that I was wearing. "Hi," she whispered. "Last night was nice Danni. Thank you." "Hmm," I sighed. "My pleasure. You were really cumming last night. I've never seen anything like that." Grace giggled. "You liked that?" "Uh huh," I agreed. "You like how I taste, don't you?" "Yes, I do," I admitted. "Last night was a little different. It was stronger than usual. But I liked it. I mostly like that I can turn you on and make you do that." "I'm glad I was able to give it to you Danni. I've never had anyone do that to me before. I hope we can do it some more. Do you?" "Oh god yes," I assured her, though somewhat confused by what she meant, saying no one had ever done that to her before. I had. All I said though was, "I love making you feel good." "I can tell that you do. You're special to me. I hope you know that." I smiled. I was special to her. I couldn't believe my good fortune to meet such an incredibly beautiful woman who thought I was special. "Are you ready to get dressed for the day Danni?" "I, I guess so," I answered hesitantly, suddenly drawn back to reality. I wondered what she'd make me wear today. "Let's take a shower first," she suggested as she rolled out of bed in just her tank top. I got up behind her and took off my nightclothes. The bathroom was already steamy when I got there. Grace opened her shower door and pulled me in with her. She put her arms around me and gave me a deep sensuous kiss. My penis throbbed to attention and popped up, touching her thigh. She reached down and gently grasped it her delicate fingers. It wouldn't take much and I'd have been cumming all over her hand. "You've been so sweet this weekend Danni. Thank you for being such a good sport. You really are sexy and pretty when you're dressed up. I have an idea for today if you're game." I didn't reply. I obviously had no idea what she meant. "So," she continued. "Are you? Game?" "I, I gu, guess so. What do you have in mind?" "Wellll, why don't you leave that to me?" she teased. "Don't worry your pretty little head. Just let me work some magic. What do you say?" "I don't know Grace. I feel like things have gotten a little out of hand. I mean, this has been okay, I guess. And I love making you feel good. But I'm a little uncomfortable with everything. Can I have a hint or something?" Grace immediately began pouting. "I thought you were having as much fun as I was." Crap! I hated when she did this to me. I couldn't stand up to it. "Look," I said. "It's okay. I'll do it. Whatever. As long as it makes you happy." She was unmoved. "No," she declared emphatically. "Not if you don't want to. I thought we agreed you'd wear whatever I said for the weekend. If you aren't going to stand by your agreement, then you may as well go home." What?! What was she saying? That we were through? No! I couldn't let that happen! I begged and pleaded with her to please give me another chance. "If you really want another chance, then you have to convince me that you want to play along with my game. Otherwise, I don't want to play." "Okay, okay," I pleaded. "Please let me play with you today. You can do whatever you want. I'll wear whatever you want me to wear today. Okay? I really mean it." Grace was silent. I rubbed her shoulder. Finally, she warmed up some. "Wellll," she began. "If you really mean it?" "I really mean it Grace. Anything you want." No sooner had the words escaped my lips than I began to regret them. She grinned broadly and said, "Okay then. We begin in here. Here," she said, as she handed me her razor. "The first thing we have to do is shave your legs. You don't have much hair, like most men, but you still have too much." Shave my legs? Whoa! 'Don't have much hair, like most men?' She must've seen the hesitation in my eyes. She gave me a hard, cold stare, as if to say, 'You aren't backing out already, are you?' Succumbing without a fight, I took the razor from her hands. She then kneeled down beside me and applied shave cream to my legs. Once they were covered, I began carefully removing the hair from my legs. It felt strange when I was through and I could feel the smoothness of my skin. Grace was smiling at me lovingly. "Very nice," she complimented me. "Now, your underarms." My resistance was broken at this point. I raised my arms and allowed Grace to apply shave cream under my arms. She took the razor and carefully removed all of my underarm hair. I was as smooth as a baby's bottom all over. We rinsed off and each got out of the shower. Grace threw on a light, see-through cover-up. She handed me a soft pink terry cloth robe and bade me to follow her into the bedroom. She went into her drawers and came out with a few different items. The first looked like a woman's one-piece swimsuit, except that it was open at the bottom and had garter attachments all around the bottom. She handed it to me and directed me to put it on. I began to pull it over my head, but immediately felt resistance. Grace smiled and laughed. "No silly!" she corrected me. "You step into it, and pull it up." She helped me step into it and then helped me work it up my legs. It was tight and secure, pulling my flesh in snuggly. She directed my arms beneath the bra straps and situated them on my shoulders. I later found out the garment was referred to as an "All-in-One," meaning a girdle and bra combined. Next, she handed me a pair of black silk stockings. I'd put these on before, so I knew what to do with them. Once I had the seams lined up straight along the backs of my legs, I attached each one to the garter clips. Next came a pair of black full-cut panties with several rows of white lace sewn onto the bottom. I then took the high heels Grace handed me and slipped my feet inside. These were very high heels too - higher than the ones she'd had me wear the first night. I stood up unsteadily, holding her hand for balance. "You'll get used to it," she assured me. "I want you to trust me now Danni," Grace spoke gently. "Can you do that love? Trust me?" I wasn't certain that I could. I was nervous. And, if the truth were told, I was frightened. Frightened at what I was getting into with Grace. But I'd gone this far and knew I wasn't going to back out now. I told her I would trust her. "Close your eyes Danni," she said calmly, yet firmly. I did. She took my hand and led me across her room. I wobbled in the heels. She then sat me in a chair. In a few moments I felt her begin to file my fingernails. Next, it felt like she was attaching something to each one of my fingernails. She then began pulling hairs out of my eyebrows. I winced. "That hurt sweetie?" she asked. "A little. Wh, what are you doing to me?" "Tsk, tsk," she scolded me. "I thought you were going to trust me?" "I, I, d, do," I answered. "No more questions then. Just sit still and keep your eyes closed." After a few more plucks, Grace returned her attention to my hands. I smelled a chemical smell - like acetone or something. She was holding my hand gently and it felt like she was brushing something on me. I couldn't see, but I was pretty certain that she was painting my fingernails. Thank goodness fingernail polish could be removed. When she'd finished with my hands, she placed them in front of me on her dressing table. "Leave your hands right there Danni. Don't move them until I tell you to." She next began to rub some kind of cream all over my face. It felt like she was rubbing me with a very dense, yet smooth, spongy material. She brushed something along each of my eyelids. I felt her run a thin, pencil like object along each of the edges of my eyelids. Again, I couldn't see, but I knew she was putting makeup on me. I could only hope I wouldn't look like some kind of freak when she was through having her fun. "Okay Danni," she said quietly. "We're done here. You can move your hands now too. Come with me, but keep your eyes closed," she said as she helped me stand. I nearly stumbled in the heels. "Try placing one foot directly in front of the other when you walk. Take short steps. And put your weight on your toes. That will help with your balance." She led me a few feet away from where we were. I felt her leave me alone. I just stood there in the high heels, struggling to maintain my balance, with my eyes closed, wondering what she was up to. A few moments later, Grace was back. She was directly in front of me and beneath me, when she said, "Lift your right foot Danni." I did. She slipped something over my foot. "Okay. Now your left foot." She slipped something over my left foot. Then I could feel her lift whatever it was up to my waist and adjust it there. Whatever it was felt kind of heavy and full. "Raise your hands over your head," she told me. I complied. She pulled something over my head. She guided my arms through the sleeves and settled whatever it was over my body. Next, I felt her tying something around my waist. "Almost done Danni. Just keep your eyes closed until I tell you. You're going to love this, I swear!" she exclaimed. I felt her begin to fasten something around my neck. Whatever if was, it felt snug and wide. She then clipped something to each of my ears. "Now don't move Danni. Open your mouth part way and keep still." Okay. Now what? She began applying a smooth, creamy substance to my lips. Lipstick? It had to be. She then began fastening something to my head. What in the world was she doing? By now, my curiosity was killing me. Whatever she was doing, I wanted to see. "One last thing. Then I'll let you look. I hope you like it Danni!" she exclaimed, indicating her excitement at what she'd done to me. "You look so hot!" I felt her reach down and pull one of the bra cups away from my chest and she slipped something heavy and cold inside. She repeated that with the other side. She then took my hand and guided me along to follow her. When she stopped she said, "Okay sweetie. You can open your eyes." With a deep sense of dread, trepidation and foreboding, I opened my eyes. My gentle readers probably guessed what I saw before I did. I was looking at something - me - even I knew that - but not quite me. I was feminine, and yet, not feminine. I was dressed in a black French maid's dress, complete with apron and cap. My lips were painted a deep, deep red, a perfect match to my long fingernails. And I had very, very large breasts protruding from my chest. Dangling from each of my ears were hoop earrings, clipped on. And I had a black, silk ribbon, the edges lined with tiny white pearls, clipped around my neck. Like I said, with my face made up as it was, I looked very effeminate, but with my distinctly male hair, I wasn't quite a woman. I don't know how long I'd been staring at my reflection in the mirror before I became aware that Grace was behind me, looking at my image over my shoulder. When our eyes met in the mirror, she smiled and asked, "So, what do you think?" I was speechless. "Er, ah, I, I, d, don't know what to say. I look...I don't know how I look. I don't understand. Wh, wh, why this?" She smiled at me as though I were a stupid, innocent child. "Because Danniiiiiii!" she said in a tone that indicated that she thought it was self-evident why. "You said I could dress you however I wanted for the rest of the weekend. And this is what I wanted. I think you look yummy. You're going to be my maid today! You need to be dressed properly." I was going to be her maid?! Was she serious?! Or did she mean we were going to play some kinky sex game? "Okay," I said. "What next then?" "Well, I guess first thing, why don't you clean up the kitchen while I get dressed?" I was, frankly, dumbfounded. Grace walked away, leaving me standing there looking like some kind of - I don't know what. Like I said, I didn't look like a man, but I didn't exactly look like a woman either. She really wanted me to be her maid for the day?! Was I going to actually do this for her? I was sure that if I balked, she'd send me home and we'd be through. In a moment of truth decision, I finally decided that a kinky little game of dress up wouldn't hurt me, so I set about doing what she'd asked me to do. I gathered the dishes from the porch and began loading everything in the dishwasher. I was finding it a little easier to move in the heels. The sound of them clicking on the tile floor was kind of different. A bit disconcerting to me was how I found that I liked the feeling of the full petticoat swishing against my stocking covered legs. That probably explained why I had an erection. One thing was certain; there was something about being dressed like this that turned me on. I liked it, and didn't like it, at the same time. I was just finishing in the kitchen when Grace entered the room. She was dressed in a tight, black sheath sleeveless dress. She also wore heels and her makeup was immaculate. She surveyed the room and complimented me. "Very nice Danni. Very nice." I felt silly. Uncomfortable. I didn't quite know what to say, as she seemed to be treating me not, as her boyfriend, but as her maid. "Uh, thank you," I answered. "You look nice," I said. "You like this Danni?" she asked. "Yes. You look fabulous!" "Why, thank you! That's exactly the look I was going for," she laughed. She walked to her desk and began gathering items and placing them in her purse. She picked up her keys as though she were going to leave. "Are you going somewhere?" I asked. "Yes!" she said with disgust. "My damned boss needs me again today. I'm sorry Danni. But look - this will give you a chance to get things straight around here. I'd like you to change the sheets on my bed, vacuum, dust, and if you wouldn't mind, wash my laundry. I'm running out of clean under things. Oh, and be sure to hand wash the delicates, if you don't mind. You know how to do that - right? Okay then," she said as she casually just left me there as she went to work looking fabulous. "I'll see you in a little while." I must have looked like a fool. I certainly felt like one. I just stood there with my jaw dropped open - speechless. She'd just rattled off a list of chores for me to do as if I were her personal maid. By the time I could think to say anything, she was on the elevator and gone. I couldn't believe what was happening. Why was I letting her do this to me? I was fuming at the predicament I found myself in. I walked into her bedroom and caught a glimpse of me in her full-length mirror. It hit me then. I didn't want to admit it to myself. But it hit me what it was I looked like. Not a man. Not a woman. Not even - gay. The word that ran through my head was one that sent shivers down my spine. And yet, strangely, as I thought it, I felt myself grow hard inside of my panties. I should have taken off the dress and everything else and gone home. Forgotten Grace or how she made me feel. But I didn't. Instead, I began removing the sheets from her bed. I gathered the wet towels from her bathroom. I carried everything to her laundry room and loaded the washer. I then went back to her room and went to her dirty clothes hamper in her closet - the place where I'd sto, er, I mean, borrowed, a pair of her panties from the week before - the stupid act that had gotten me into this predicament. Her dirty clothes hamper was stuffed full. I carried everything into the laundry room and began sorting things out. There were some sweaty gym clothes and a few pairs of jeans. But there was also a healthy pile of dirty panties, bras, stockings and slips. No wonder she was almost out of clean underwear. Everything she owned must have been in the hamper. I found some liquid soap for delicates on the shelf. I ran some luke- warm water into the large laundry sink and then picked up the first item on the pile to begin the task of washing her intimate clothing. Forgetting what I was wearing at the moment, I had the incongruent thought, 'What kind of man washes his girlfriend's dirty underwear?' The answer was - me. I was the kind of man who did that. I carefully scrubbed each pair of her nearly dozen panties that were in the pile. Some had some pretty serious stains in the crotch. I supposed that if your underwear was that close to the place where you peed, it wasn't surprising that they'd get dirty like that. Once I'd done her panties, I changed the water and began on her bras and garter straps. Cleaning them was not as difficult. They weren't really dirty. They only needed to be freshened. There were also a few camisoles and slips. Finally, I turned my attention to her stockings. Apparently, it seemed, Grace never wore pantyhose. By the time I finished washing her underwear, the sheets and towels were dry. I folded the towels and returned them to the bathroom, neatly hanging them next to the shower. I then went to work on putting the clean sheets back on her bed. 'Not bad,' I thought to myself. One more thing to do - vacuum. I pulled out her vacuum and went to work. She actually had a pretty big apartment. It took a while to vacuum. When I'd finished vacuuming, I checked the clothes I'd hand washed. Excellent! Everything was dry. I gathered it all and carried it to her bedroom and began folding everything, placing them in separate piles. I'd seen where she kept her jeans and returned those to her closet. I opened her dresser drawers to figure out where to put her other clothes away. The first drawer I looked in was devoted entirely to bras. There were bras of all colors, fabric and shapes. The thought that immediately ran through my mind was, 'Why was it so urgent for me to do her laundry if she had so many clean bras?' I dismissed that thought. It wasn't the bras that mattered. They were incidental. She clearly needed clean panties. When I opened the next drawer, I found where she kept her slips and camisoles. Grace had a ton of lingerie. And all of it was beautiful and sexy. It also appeared to be very expensive. Next I found the drawer where she kept her stockings. Then, finally, I found her panty drawer. I was stunned. The drawer was large and it was packed full of beautiful, sexy, clean panties of all styles and colors. No way was she desperate for clean panties! She could go two months easily and not need to wash her underwear! I'd just spent the entire day hand washing her dirty, crusty panties - and she didn't even need them! Why? Why had she made me do that? I was pissed. At her. At myself too - for letting her make me do these degrading things. Just then my cell phone rang in the other room. I walked quickly across the floor, my heels clicking rhythmically as I walked. I was a bit out of breath by the time I got there. "Hello," I said, my voice filled with exasperation. "Danni?" Grace asked on the other end. "Yes," I replied brusquely, still pissed at my recent discovery. "How are you sweetie?" she asked in a happy, sing-song voice. Now was the time to speak, if I was going to. But I couldn't. I couldn't challenge her. Instead, I said, "Fine. How are you?" "Oh!" she declared exasperatedly. "I'm exhausted." Then, turning sweet again, she continued, "Listen honey, I was wondering how'd you feel about preparing another nice dinner for two, like you did last night? Something intimate and romantic? How would you feel about that?" Now that was more like it. So this was going to be the payoff. I warmed to the idea quickly. "Sure," I replied, completely forgiving her for using me earlier. "How long will you be?" "An hour?" she answered. "Will that be enough time?" "I think so." "Excellent! And Danni?" she added. "One more thing. Don't change your clothes hon. I barely got to see you today before I had to go. Okay?" "Sure Grace," I answered. "Thanks," she cooed. "And one more thing - would you mind, for tonight, calling me Miss Andrews?" Huh? What was that about? She was really getting into this maid business. But I didn't see how it would hurt though. I could play her little game for one night. "Yes Miss Andrews," I answered, smiling at her silliness. "Thanks luv," she said. "See you soon." And she hung up. Excited that she'd be home soon, I quickly went to the kitchen to find something to prepare. There was some spaghetti sauce and salad fixings from the night before. I found some pasta in one of the cabinets. Perfect! This was going to be easy. I got everything going and then prepared the salads. I then set her dining room table and opened a bottle of cabernet to breath. I went into her bedroom and made sure everything was just so. As I was doing that I heard the elevator bell ring. I quickly went to greet Grace. She came in and practically beamed when she saw me. "Danni dear," she sang out. "I'm home!" Completely forgiving her for the events of the day, anticipating our romantic evening ahead, I got into my role and curtsied, "Good evening Miss Andrews," I greeted her. "Did you have a nice day ma'am?" She put her hand to her mouth and giggled. "Oh Danni," she squealed. "How adorable! Yes! I had a very nice day. And I'm famished! Did you complete all of your chores Danni?" "Yes Miss Andrews. Everything is done." "Splendid!" she declared. "Show me what you've done." I led her around and pointed out how I'd vacuumed. I then went into her bedroom and began opening drawers, showing