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I drive home a little faster than I'd like, but I'm running late again.
However I really really really don't want to get stopped by the cops... I
get to my house, just in time to make a sandwich and get dressed in my
tennis whites. Sure no one else will dress so formally but I like them..
the little pleated skirt, the knee high socks.. just the whole look... Of
course normally I'd change on site but I don't want to push it. I do stuff
a couple of changes of clothes in a bag and sling them in my boot before I
drive off...
I get to the club and park up, grab the bag with my clothes and racquet in
and hurry into the changing rooms, and almost straight into the arms of
Amy, she turns to look at me and gasps.
"Angela! Look at you!"
"Err.. Hi Amy," I reply blushing, "How are you?"
"Never mind about me, you got laid!" She says, grinning and grabbing my
arms, "C'mon tell me all about it!"
"H.. how did you know?" I stammer, awkwardly.
"Oh c'mon Angela, you had that 'I've just been fucked' dopey look on your
face!" She grins, "And I've never seen it on you before."
"That's because you would never go on a date with me!" I respond trying
to seize the initiative, "And since it's all girl on girl action I doubt
you'd want too much detail..."
Amy pulls a face, "You may have a point. But how did it go? I mean well
obviously but..."
"We had a nice meal, getting to know each other a little better, then out
to a club, then we.. err made out in the cab.. and she invited me in. And
well.. you already guessed what happened..."
"Angela! You little slut, on a first date!" Amy says, making me blush
harder, "On shush it's a good thing, you've been so uptight about that
since I met you. So are you seeing her again?"
"Yeah.. after tennis," I say with a blush, "And.. it's not like I don't
know her, we've been getting to know each other at work..."
"And you have a second date planned?" She grins, "I dread to think what
you're going to do since you put out of the first one, and please don't
tell me..."
I flush, thinking of all the things I did do on my first date that I'll
never be telling her, "Err.. this evening after tennis?"
Amy laughs "Oh wow! That's great! I suppose we should be grateful she let
you go for long enough to join us."
I giggle in response to Amy's infectious enthusiasm, "Well this used to be
the highlight of my week.. until last night..."
Amy blushes, and we both break out laughing, "C'mon then.. let's not keep
the boys waiting.. oh Dale's going to be crushed..."
"I did warn him I was a lesbian..," I say blushing as Amy leads me away to
the court.
Dale and Paul are waiting for us, and we get to playing without much in
the way of formalities, though every time I drop a shot, Amy is very quick
to point out why I might be a little off my game... which makes me play
worse. In the end, despite Dale's powerful support we loose and I
apologise to Dale before hurrying into the showers.
I come out in a short denim skirt and yellow halter-neck top, strappy
wedge sandals on my feet, and again apologise to Dale.
"Don't worry, I'm guessing from what Amy said that you didn't get much
sleep last night?" he says with a grin.
"In fact from what Amy said, I'm amazed you can walk straight," Paul adds
with a grin, and a mildly disturbing mime.
"Don't be gross..," I respond with a wave of my hand, "Adults are talking.
And it was a good night, better than I expected."
Dale sighs, "Great, two girls in my life are both gay, and both had great
nights last night..."
"Oh, so your sister got lucky as well?" I say following him to the bar,
"Was hers a surprise as well?"
He grunts, "Not really, my sister doesn't really do surprises... when she
called me earlier, 'played for and got' was pretty much the words she
used."
I giggle, "Oh my..."
He sighs, "Oh yes, not lacking in confidence that one. So what are you
having?"
"No.. I lost this for us, I should be paying," I protest and he shakes his
head
"Oh no, if I can't date the prettiest girl I know, at least let me get her
a drink."
I giggle. "Sure get Amy a drink, I'll get yours and mine.. Paul can go
thirsty..."
Dale grins, "Oh my, I think your latest conquest is going to have her
hands full..."
I blush, "I rather think I've been conquered if we're putting it in those
terms..."
He laughs again, "Well anyway, I'm.. actually sort of glad you're dating a
girl. I was really worried you might have err.. taken an interest in
William."
I try and conceal the lurch in my stomach, and spurt out, "He really is
not my type..."
Dale's eyes narrow, "Look, Angela, I'm serious, William is bad news.
Proper bad news... he's the son of one of the richest men in the city."
"Oh come on it can't be that bad," I say with a smile trying to laugh off
his words and the hollow feeling growing within me.
Dale pauses and looks thoughtful, "His father is a ruthless bastard,
started from nothing to running a massive manufacturing business. But..
he's not so bad, but his son has grown up with everything he ever wanted,
and well... no one told William you shouldn't pull the wings off flies if
you know what I mean?"
I swallow, and nod "I think I get the picture, William equals bad news,"
Dale nods, then leans in closer, "There's even rumours of things being
hushed up, proper abuse cases... it's amazing what you can do when you can
buy or blackmail pretty much who you like..."
"So why do you work for them?" I say, worried about the serious nature of
the conversation.
"Oh it pays the rent, and besides his old man might be a bastard, but he's
not so bad right Paul?" Dale says, and I realise Paul has walked up behind
us...
"I wondered what was taking you two so long, and all it was was talking
about work! Dammit I had a bet with Amy that you were trying to talk your
way into a threesome Dale..."
I blush and giggle at the same time, and Dale nearly chokes, fighting to
maintain enough control to shake his head.
"Ah well maybe next time?" Paul says grabbing two of the drinks, "Now
c'mon you two, lets have proper chat before Angela rushes off to see her
new girlfriend..."
"Sure," Dale replies, but as we start to follow Paul, he gently rests his
hand on my shoulder, "And Angela, I'm serious, be careful."
"I will," I lie, aware I'm in too deep to be careful... in too deep with
about a dozen people...
We have a nice chat over a drink, though it's awkward as I have to skirt
around things like the precise details of the date, and.. my date's first
name. Fortunately, I have enough experience playing with conversations to
get away with it pretty well. And besides they take most of my evasions as
evidence I want to hurry off to get to my next date.. and I guess they're
right as well...
After we've been sitting chatting for a while, and it's starting to get
late, I'm wondering how to make my excuses.. and run off to be a sissy
maid for the rest of the day... when Dale gives a big sigh.
"It's time for me to say my goodbyes. I've got to go see my sister," He
rolls his eyes, "And get told how wonderful her conquest was..."
I giggle, "And I need to go and me my.. err.. conqueror?"
That brings out a round of laughter, and a quick round of hugs and I hurry
to my car, almost skipping. My stomach is full of butterflies but I make
sure I drive carefully until I'm parked up in front of the holiday house.
I can't see a car.. but then I didn't last night, and Mistress Thorne did
tell me to let myself in...
I still feel kinda scared walking up to the front door, and unlocking it,
fortunately there's no alarm.. I look around and call out her name, but
I'm met with silence. However there is a note on the kitchen table, which
I pick up and read.
"Maid Missy
It is appropriate for a maid to be ready to greet her Mistress at the
door, and with a clean and welcoming house. Therefore I have arranged to
be absent in order to give you time to finish your tasks. Your complete
outfit is laid out in the bedroom, once dressed you may commence cleaning
the house. Please note that I expect a clean house to come home to and any
failure will be punished severely. I have been informed by your 'esteemed'
trainer that you are a lazy useless sissy. This is your opportunity to
prove her wrong.
Mistress Thorne"
Okay.. that's the way it's working. I wonder how much time I have? Almost
certainly not enough if I know Mistress Thorne. I hurry to the bedroom and
unbuckle my sandals, as I examine the clothes prepared for me.
It's a standard sissy maid dress, black with white trim and white apron,
and with many layer of petticoats. There's a waist cincher and stockings,
but no panties or bra... Nor is there a wig like I'm used to... However
the black patent heel's are there.. at least 6" maybe 7", and a make-up
set including heavy false lashes... oh my... My hand reaches out to gently
caress the material of the maids dress... and I realise I need to get
dressed now!
I pull off my halter top and squirm out of my skirt and panties... I
remove the chastity belt, she did say everything was on the bed so.... I
get the cincher on easily, even though it's very tight, I suppose years of
practice will do that, and lovingly roll the stockings up my legs to
attach them to the cincher's garters... I double check the seams are
straight, before slipping into the dress. The layers of petticoats make it
almost unmanageable, bouncing and swaying with every step. Even more
distracting is the constant rustle of the material and the way it strokes
my cock... oh my... next the heels are buckled on, my they're like stilts!
And I brush out my hair before fitting the little maids headband on. The
make up I do, with the heavy false eyelashes and exaggerated lips... I
look like a slut.. a sexy slut, but still a slut.. and as I turn to the
bed I see a final piece of the outfit, hidden beneath everything before...
a big rubber but plug. I force it in, wondering why there's a screw thread
sticking out the back, though I'm really not sure I'll like the answer...
I look at myself in the mirror and preen myself one last time, then
straighten... it's time to get to work...
First up I strip the bad... feeling the dried rigid patches where my cum
spurted onto the covers... oh my... there was rather a lot! I trot around
in the heels, taking the covers to pre wash those patches in the sink...
fortunately they seem to scrub up quite well. Fortunately too there's a
large washing machine to put them in... next it's mincing back to find
clean bedding, something dark to appeal to Mistress... a nice set in black
with broad stripes of white and maroon should do.
I put my hands on my hips listening to the sound of the petticoats
rustling against each other.. what to do next? I.. I suppose if I'm doing
this properly... I need to clean the most unpleasant places. I swish off
to the sink to fish out some bleach and some rubber gloves, the practical
yellow items conflicting with my ludicrous outfit. I have to go on hands
and knee's to reach some of the stuff, and as I do I know my arse is fully
exposed, and my cock too, all nicely framed by the petticoats...
I sit up suddenly, feeling really exposed, even though there's no one
there... Maybe I'm just getting a bit nervous? A quick swish over to the
toilet, and I'm on my stockinged knee's scrubbing away, humming to myself.
I can feel my arse is still exposed and my cock constantly brushed by the
petticoats is stiffening... I'm starting to feel excited, even though I'm
doing the chores. If I was with Mistress Thorne, would this be part of my
everyday life? I tense my rosebud, moving the plug inside me... oh that
feels good!
Next I scrub the shower clean, smiling to myself as I pull copper and
crimson hair from the plug... me and her. Then the sink, and I can finally
put away the sweaty rubber gloves, and swish around the place with the
vacuum cleaner practising my sissy maid poses. I'm enjoying it a little
too much in the end, my swishing about like slut has made my cock hard and
the rest of me flushed and excited. I put the vacuum away and start to
plump up the cushions when the door bell rings.
I straighten my appearance, fluffing out my skirts and straightening my
hair before mincing to the door. I unlock and open it, with a curtsy,
"Greetings Mi.. I mean sir..."
My heart stops for a second and the colour drains from my face as I look
up, not to Mistress Thorne but to a young delivery guy holding a large
package and flushing near scarlet. "Package for Miss.. sorry Mistress
Thorne? Err... is this the right address?"
I blink trying to compose myself, trying to stop my heart beating like a
hammer, "Y.. yes, please.. bring it in."
He looks down at me and I feel the colour rush back into my cheeks, and I
remember myself enough to back rise from the curtsy and step back to lead
him in, my skirt swishing as I do so.
I turn back once were in the living room, aware that his eyes are
constantly scanning my body, but flick away when my gaze nears his.. seems
like he's as nervous as I am.
He carefully places the large box on the floor and then hands me an
envelope, "I err.. there's a note attached Miss, y.. you wouldn't happen
to be Angel would you?"
"Ye.. yea that's me..," Oh fuck, this feels like a set up, one of
Mistress's little games, I take the note-card, it's in an envelope and
open it... yeah, it's from Mistress.
"Dear Bitch. I decided earlier that the rule of not allowing you on the
furniture without permission was too harsh, and so I have ordered you your
very own stool. It's a special stool... just for a naughty slut like you.
Tell the nice boy you are the maid, and ask him to help you set up the
stool."
I fold the letter over and look up at the delivery guy, blushing even
more.
"Could you sign for the package Miss?" He asks, holding out the pad and
pen.
"Oh yeah.. sure... and I'm not the Miss, I'm just the maid," I say
blushing..
His eyes widen, "Seriously? Wow.. you actually wear that to work? I.. I
thought it was like fancy dress or something?"
I shake my head, wishing I could agree with him, "N.. no.... this is o..
one of my work uniforms. I.. It's a special service... I.. I cost way more
than a regular maid."
He's staring at me, which is making me uncomfortable, but... he seems
nearly as nervous as I am, "S.. special service?"
"Yeah.. for the.. err.. special interest customer. It's err... a little
embarrassing.," I flush, gesturing at my uniform, "But err... it pays
well..."
Which is the only reason I can think of that a real girl would take a job
like this, or at least the job I'm pretending to have. The truth would be
worse...
I get a blunt knife from the kitchen drawers, bending over carefully to
expose as little of my arse as possible. The last thing I need is him
discovering my real sex. I use it to slit open the package and look at the
pieces within... I could put it together myself I'm sure, but Mistress
Thorne's letter means I can't take this offer.
"Please? Are you in a hurry?" I say nervously, slowly pulling the seat out
of the box, "I.. I'm like... err really useless at things like this, and
I.. I'd hate to get it wrong."
"Well I.. I have a couple of deliveries to make..," He says and I feel a
sense of relief, I don't have to do this with him! But then the counter
thought, if Mistress Thorne thinks or finds out I didn't try and persuade
him to stay...
"Please help me?" I ask again, doing my best puppy dog eyes at him, "If I
don't do it right I get punished..."
"P... punished?" His eyes widen and I can tell he's a little flushed. My
eyes flick down to his crotch to see a definite bulge there, then flick
back to his face.
"Y.. yes, I.. I'll probably get spanked..," My eyes flick down again, that
bulge has grown... and I can't help but add, "Bent over her knee and
spanked.. m.. maybe with a paddle..."
"Oh..," He says, and I wonder how he can looked so flushed with so much
blood in his pants. "Well.. of course I'll help Miss..."
"Oh thank you!" I say giving him a big beaming smile, then pulling out the
seat out of it's plastic wrapper.. it's solid wood, 3" thick and stained
black. The base is pretty normal, though there's an electrical socket, and
the top is contoured to the shape of buttocks, with a small ring and a
screw hole... and the reason for the screw thread on my butt plug becomes
clear... oh my...
The delivery boy pulls out one of the legs.. perfectly normal thank god,
and another.. which isn't. Or rather it would be normal apart from the
leather cuffs attached to in on a short chain, one near each end... He
goes bright red and stares and me, I go so pale I could faint.. but all
the blood is rushing to my cock. Oh it's so hard right now I could
burst... and it's still being teased by these stupid skirts...
"Err.. were you expecting this Miss?" He says and I shake my head, still
lost for words, "I.. is this part of your j.. job?"
My brain freezes for a second and I nod slowly, "yes," I manage in a
squeaky whisper.
"Oh..," He pauses, and I can tell exactly what he's thinking... and
glancing down I can see his trousers are way too tight right now.
"C.. can we just g.. get it built?" I plead, every inch the desperate,
innocent slut...
"S.. sure," He says, and for a while we're busy and able to maintain our
composure... fitting the four legs into the base, screwing the cross
braces in. Locking it all together... the final thing is 4ft high like a
tall bar stool, the two legs with the cuffs on at the back in comparison
to the seat....
And, as if by magic, the phone rings and I answer it, of course it's
Mistress Thorne.
"Do you like your present maid?"
"Yes Miss," I respond.
"Oh dear, that's ten minutes extra on the stool already, now say it
correctly maid."
"Yes Mistress, I.. I do like my present," I stammer out, aware the guy is
looking at me.
"And are you looking forward to being strapped onto it, with a big plug in
your most intimate place?"
"Y.. yes Mistress," I reply, hoping so much she doesn't want more.
"Another twenty minutes then.. I can keep going all night maid," Mistress
Thorne's reply sounds mildly amused.
"Y.. yes M.. Mistress..," I reply, aware the delivery guy can only hear my
half of this conversation, which makes it worse. "I.. I'm looking forwards
to b.. being strapped o.. onto it wi.. with a b.. big plug in m.. my
intimate place..."
Oh gods this is so so embarrassing, and the poor guy looks like his eyes
and pants are about to pop.. and it gets worse, "No maid, say it again,
say it like you mean it... stroke your nipple because you're looking
forwards to it so very much... be.. creative for me."
I feel faint, and embarrassed and so horny I could cry, "Oh yes
Mistress... I.. really want to be s.. strapped onto it.. t.. the thought
m.. makes me so.. hot..."
I move one hand to caress my nipple through the thin material of the
dress. It's so sensitive that I can't stop groaning for real, "A.. and I..
I love the thought of a big plug d.. deep within me..."
"I know," She replies, "Now.. prepare two steaks, they're in the fridge,
one medium one rare, there's fries and pea's to go with them, nothing
fancy tonight, understood. Now say yes, like it's the sexiest thing you've
ever heard."
"Oh yes Mistress," I respond my voice low, husky almost breaking.
And I can hear from the tone of her voice, that this is exciting her too,
"Well then, thank your helper with a kiss and let him out."
"Y.. yes Mistress," I reply, and then she hangs up, and I turn to the
delivery guy and start to walk towards him, swishing as I go. "T.. thank
you so much for helping.. it sounds like I.. I'm going to.. to spend most
of the night on that thing..."
"Oh.. I'm sorry.."
"D.. don't be," I purr getting closer, so horny I can't help but flirt,
"I.. I'll love it..."
His eyes widen some more and I lean up and plant a kiss on his lips, my
hand moving of it's own accord to gently cup and squeeze his crotch.. his
eyes glaze and a shuddering moan escapes his lips as his crotch twitches
and I can feel a hot stickiness start to ooze through his trousers...
"Oh.. I'm so sorry..," I whisper pulling away... hand to my mouth, able to
smell his cum..
"D.. don't be..." he stammers, "I.. I have to go..."
He grabs his things and sprints for the door, almost tripping up several
times... oh I stifle giggles... then flush. I've been so naughty...
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