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"I've brought your tea, madam," I said demurely.
"Put it down on the bedside table, Katie."
I did as she asked and bobbed in a little curtsey.
"Thank you, Katie."
"Is there anything else, madam?"
"No that's fine," she said.
"Then I'll go back to getting the breakfast ready," I said. I turned on my
high heels, smoothed down the dress of my French maid's uniform and glided
out of the room in my oft-practised arse wiggling walk.
And in case you're wondering. Katie might be the maid but she is really
male and her mistress, Amelia, is really my wife.
I'm Katie 24/7. Usually I'm dressed as the maid; black satin dress with
white lace trim, white frilly apron, black seamed stockings, strappy
stilettos, black frilly knickers, white tutu petticoat and a white lacy
headband. Lovely.
I keep the house clean and tidy and I cook the meals. Amelia, my wife and
mistress, earns the money and I do the house-keeping. It's a little
humiliating, more or less being a slave, but I love it. It was my idea and
I haven't regretted it for a second. Until now that is.
Recently Amelia has brought a young gentleman called Edward home with her.
He's very nice, extremely polite and well-mannered at all times. It had to
happen of course. She would grow tired of her sissy of a husband and
cuckold him with a suave, handsome smooth talking man.
I had no evidence that she was being unfaithful but Edward was regularly
round our nice house. I'd spotted many knowing nods and winks to Amelia. I
didn't need to be a rocket scientist to know what was going on.
Amelia's skirts grow shorter and shorter, knee length to mid thigh length
to crotch length. Her skirts are even shorter than my dresses!
Amelia sipped her tea. It was Saturday and she was in no hurry. There was
no need to get up. Meanwhile down in the kitchen. I prepared breakfast;
strong black coffee, toast, home made marmalade, croissants, Danish.
Saturday breakfast was the best meal of the week.
Upstairs Amelia was having a shower and getting dressed. In the kitchen
everything was ready. I heard Amelia on the stairs and when she came into
the room she was wearing the shortest dress I had ever seen her wear. Her
panties were practically on show. Still she had a lovely pair of legs.
"She must be seeing Edward today," I thought.
"Katie, did I tell you Edward and his friend Jonny are coming over this
morning?" There what did I tell you? "Edward and I need to go shopping.
It's a bit personal so Jonny will have to stay here with you. I am sure
you can keep him entertained for a couple of hours. As the maid you will
want to pander to his every need."
My heart sank. I'd have to put up with the wretched Jonny for two hours,
possibly more. I'd only met Jonny once and he had pinched my arse like I
was a piece of meat. It didn't take long to work out that he was self-
centred and thought himself God's gift. Now I had to pander to his every
need, whatever that meant. Not that I didn't have a good idea.
I'm told that I make a very pretty and very passable girl. But I am male
and I don't fancy men at all. However being pretty means some men find me
attractive. It is not unknown when we've been enjoying a night out for men
to flirt with me. Sometimes I'd flirt back but the message was always you
can look but you can't touch.
I suspected that Jonny might not get the message. Maybe he won't come, I
hoped.
"What time are they coming?" I asked Amelia as I cleared away breakfast.
"About 11."
I looked at my girly watch. Just gone ten. Good. I'd have time to change
and redo my makeup.
"What shall I wear?" I asked Amelia hoping she'd say a pair of skinny
jeans or maybe some comfy leggings. My maid's uniform shouted 'fuck me.' I
couldn't wear that.
"I think you should wear the zebra print dress," she told me. The zebra
print dress? The zebra print dress? I couldn't wear that. It was much too
short. It was as short as the dress sh was wearing. She wasn't serious was
she?
She was.
"That zebra print dress and plain tights will really show off those lovely
long legs of yours and it stretches nicely across those girly boobies of
yours." My breasts were the result of a diet of hormones that gave me a
small cleavage. "They'll look great with a pair of stilettos," she
continued. "Plenty of eye liner and a few squirts of perfume - you'll be
irresistible.
That was what was worrying me. I didn't want to be irresistible.
I finished clearing away breakfast. Then I went upstairs to the second
bedroom where Katie kept all her clothes, makeup, wigs and jewellery. I
was thinking that even though dressing as a maid was a little humiliating,
it might be better than wearing a 'grope me' dress. Still my mistress had
said the zebra print dress so the zebra print dress it was.
I kicked off my shoes, took off my uniform and carefully hung it on a
hanger in the wardrobe. I undid my suspenders and slid my stockings down.
Just in my bra and panties I sat down at my dressing table. I had just
half an hour to be presentable.
Plenty of eye liner Amelia had said so I painted a black line around each
eye. I redid my lippy and brushed my wig. I put on a pair of plain tights.
I pulled on the afore mentioned zebra dress and pulled it down as much as
I could. A few squirts of perfume and then I stood in front of the long
mirror. Feminine? Yes. Pretty? Maybe. Dress too short? Definitely.
Irresistible? I hope not.
I was ready. It was five to 11. I tottered down the stairs. Amelia was
sitting in the lounge as I walked in.
"Wow," she said. "You look fantastic." Somehow I wondered if she meant it.
"Come on in and sit down," she added. "Jonny will love you in that dress."
That was what I was afraid of.
I sat down in an armchair as Amelia had instructed. The dress that was
already short now rode up more as I sat down. I was sure Amelia could see
my panties. And if she could see my panties, Jonny would soon be able to
see them.
No wonder I was nervous.
I checked my watch. They were two minutes late already. I hoped they had
forgotten or something but my hopes were shattered by a ring at the
doorbell.
"Jehovah's Witnesses? Double glazing salesmen? Or Edward and Jonny? Do you
want to go or shall I?" Amelia asked.
"Perhaps we should both go," I suggested.
We both stood up, we both tugged down our dresses and we both minced into
the hall. A deep breath and I opened the door. Edward and Jonny were
standing on the doorstep. Both were smartly dressed in a suit and tie and
as I invited them in, I noticed that they both carried a bunch of flowers.
"For you," Edward said and handed his flowers to Amelia. He gave her an
air kiss on the cheek. No doubt the real kissing would take place later.
He then gave me an air kiss too.
"And for you," Jonny said as he handed his flowers to me. He gave me an
air kiss on the cheek. "You look fabulous. That dress is simply gorgeous."
He then gave Amelia an air kiss.
"Thank you for the flowers," Amelia said. "We've got a lot of things to do
so we'd better be off straight away. We'll be back around one." With that
she handed me her flowers, picked up her handbag and directed Edward back
out of the front door. "Put the flowers in water, Katie. Bye. See you
later."
We all said our goodbyes as they slipped out quickly.
"Thank you for the flowers. That was very kind of you," I said to Jonny.
"I'll find a couple of vases. Why don't you sit in the lounge and I'll
join you in a few moments. Would you like a coffee?"
I'd decided to begin by offering coffee. It put me in control while I
worked out my strategy for dealing with a lecherous admirer.
"Yes please. White, no sugar."
I headed for the kitchen. I filled the coffee machine with water and
coffee. It was soon glugging away. I got out two cups and took the milk
from the fridge. I found two vases and filled them with water. As I was
arranging the flowers in the vases, I was aware that someone had come
stealthily into the kitchen and was standing behind me, trapping me
between them and the L-shaped kitchen cupboards. Shit. I hadn't thought
Jonny would join me in the kitchen.
I stood as still as I could and carried on arranging the flowers. Jonny,
still standing behind me, slipped his arms gently around my waist and
softly pulled me backwards so that my back was in contact with his chest.
He tenderly nuzzled his lips against the back of my neck. I could feel his
hot breath on my skin as he began giving me little pecks on my neck and
shoulders.
Neither of us said a word.
I stood still neither encouraging nor discouraging his actions. He carried
on kissing my neck and pulled my waist tighter to him. It was incredibly
erotic and he was clearly enjoying it as I could feel a bulge where my
arse rubbed against his groin.
I was also aware of a bulge in my dress as I too became aroused.
Although I had no desire for men, I wanted to turn to face him and share a
passionate embrace. But I didn't want to move too quickly. Meanwhile
Jonny's hands were massaging my girly little breasts. Then his right hand
was hitching up my dress at the front. I could have said something, I
could have said no, I could have turned and pushed him away.
But something was telling me not to; to savour the moment, to enjoy the
gentleness of Jonny's touch. He'd hitched my dress up to the waist and now
his left hand was still feeling my breasts and his right hand was pulling
down my tights and panties.
He was only millimetres away from my penis and I knew it was time to break
the spell. "Coffee's ready," I said in aloud assertive voice. I spun round
through 180 degrees and gave him a gentle push as I did so forcing him to
take a step backwards.
I pulled up my panties and tights, rather ostentatiously as if to
reprimand him for his actions. But again not a word was spoken. I pulled
down my dress. Turning back again I poured two cups of coffee, added the
milk and then carried them silently into the lounge, a little short of
breath.
Jonny sat down and I handed him his coffee. Then I sat down opposite him.
Maybe he could see my panties. Maybe I wanted him to. Maybe I didn't care.
After all, only a few moments ago he had practically ripped them off me.
There was a prolonged silence. Neither of us mentioned what had happened.
Eventually he broke the silence.
"I'm sorry..." he said.
"You've got nothing to apologise for," I replied.
"But I took advantage of the situation."
"And so did I. I didn't try to stop you. I enjoyed it."
"But I went too far?" he enquired.
"Maybe but if you did so did I."
I sipped my coffee. He sipped his. I put my coffee on a table next to my
armchair and then as provocatively as I could I crossed my legs. If he
hadn't seen my panties before, he saw them now.
"Ed tells me that you're Amelia's maid. Is that right?"
I nodded. "Yeah."
"And you do all the cooking and keep the place tidy?"
"Yes."
"And you wear a maid's uniform?"
"Yes, of course. It's my job. When I'm doing my job I dress
appropriately."
"Can I see you in it?"
"Not now," I said. "But around 12.30 I have to prepare lunch for you,
Edward and Amelia. If you like I could change back into my maid's uniform
then."
"Back?"
"Yes every morning I make my mistress a cup of tea in bed and then I make
breakfast. As always, when I'm working I dress appropriately."
"You make breakfast? I could do with a maid like you."
"Sorry I'm not available."
"Everyone has their price. Supposing I double your salary?"
"I'm still not available." I didn't want to say that there is no salary
for my job. My mistress Amelia controls all the finances. I don't have to
worry my pretty little head over money.
"Are you sure? Maybe only one or two days a week?"
"You'll have to ask my mistress but I think she'll still say no. More
coffee?"
"Yes, please. How do you know she'll still say no?"
"I just do." I stood up, picked up my cup, picked up Jonny's and carried
them into the kitchen. I tipped away the old grounds, refilled the coffee
machine with coffee and water and waited for the coffee to brew.
Then I was aware that Jonny had again followed me into the kitchen and was
standing behind me. He bent down and kissed me again on the back of my
neck. I turned round to face him. In my heels I was a few inches taller
than him. I leaned forward and my lips brushed his. The sense of
anticipation was enormous. I was very aroused by the expectation. Our lips
brushed again but this time it was more permanent as we started a French
kiss. I put my arms around his waist.
I couldn't believe what was happening to me. I was kissing a man. Our
tongues were pushing together. I had never done this before. I could feel
his scratchy chin rubbing me. He had hitched up my dress again, this time
at the back and was massaging my arse. It was erotic and arousing and fun.
I broke the kiss. "Coffee time," I said.
I smoothed down my dress, poured the coffee and carried it into the
lounge. Jonny was sitting back in his armchair and I handed him his
coffee.
"Do you really want me to see me in my uniform?" I asked him.
"Of course."
"Well there's not much time. I'd better go upstairs and change."
"Can I come too?" Jonny asked.
"Oh no, a girl has to have some secrets. You stay here while I get all
sissied up."
"OK. Well make sure you touch up your lipstick. For some reason it's all
smudged."
I laughed and headed upstairs.
I have a collection of maid uniforms. I have six uniforms altogether. One
is my Sunday best uniform - I wear it on high days and holidays or when we
have guests. Another is a microdress - very short I wear it with matching
panties. I have two pairs for day-to-day wear; one on and one in the wash.
The final two pairs have long sleeves for those cold winter mornings.
You can guess which one I'd decided to wear - yes the microdress. In for a
penny...
Upstairs I took off the zebra dress and plain tights and put on a pair of
hold-up fishnet stockings. Stockings should not really be worn with this
maid's dress but sometimes needs must. I put on my white tutu petticoat
which mostly hid my stocking tops. I touched up my makeup, particular the
lipstick which was a terrible mess and put on the dress. I looked at
myself in the mirror - yes it was short - it didn't cover my stocking
tops. I put my stilettos back on.
I tied the apron around my waist and brushed my wig. Then I fixed the lacy
headband in my hair and I was done. A last check in the long mirror. My
watch said 12.25 so I had enough time to prepare lunch.
I went carefully down the stairs and did a twirl for Jonny in the lounge.
He was very impressed with my outfit and let out a wolf whistle - most of
all I think he liked how short the dress was.
I left him and went into the kitchen to prepare lunch. Lunch was soup with
warm rolls. I was just laying the table when Jonny came into the kitchen.
"Anything I can do to help?" he asked.
It was clear that he wasn't interested in helping because I never got as
far as a reply to his offer. He simply walked up to me, put his arms
around my waist and kissed me full on the lips. Then he started to feel my
legs around my stocking tops. Then he led me into a French kiss which was
very erotic. Again I was aware of his scratchy chin but his tongue tasted
sweet like honey.
I was very aroused and my little penis was erect under my dress. Then
Jonny's wandering hand found it. It was the first time it had ever been
held by a man. The kiss ended.
"What a cute little clit you have," said Jonny. "But you look a complete
wreck. You'd better rush upstairs and sort yourself out in case Amelia and
Ed return early."
Embarrassed I rushed upstairs. Looking in the long mirror, I really did
look a wreck. My dress was a little creased and my makeup was ruined too.
I found a clean maid's dress - the Sunday best one for when we have guests
- and put it on. I redid my lipstick - again.
Back downstairs again, I started heating the soup. Amelia and Ed did
return early and luckily I was ready for them. They had had a successful
shopping excursion but they didn't say what they had bought. As we sat
around the kitchen table eating our soup and rolls Jonny said, "Amelia,
I'd love to have a maid to clean my house and cook some meals. Would you
be prepared to release Katie for one or two days a week so that she can be
my part-time maid? I will pay her the current rate plus 25 per cent."
"50 per cent and I would discuss it with Katie," she said. "It would
unfair not to give her some say in the matter as if she were a slave. We
will discuss it later when you and Edward have gone. Then I'll let you
know. OK?"
"Of course."
"Unless Katie would like to discuss the idea now," Amelia said looking at
me.
"No, madam, we shouldn't make any quick decisions. We must discuss the
offer later. Don't you agree?"
She did agree but we all ate our lunch in silence thinking about Jonny's
idea. Amelia was wondering if she could do without me for two days a week.
I guess she was also thinking that she could get her sissy husband out of
the house while she had sex with Edward.
Edward was thinking that there would be more opportunities for sex with
Amelia. Jonny was hoping for a tidier house and opportunities for fun with
Katie.
And as for me, what did I think? Would I like Amelia to welcome Edward
into our house? Would I like to be Jonny's maid? What else would he expect
from me?
To be continued?
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