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one
I woke the next morning after a restless night's sleep. At some point I
had ejaculated into my panty-liner, but I must have rolled over, too
tired to care that I was sleeping in a mess.
I reached for my cell and, dozing a little, completed Flo's app, noting
my heavy flow.
An immediate chime.
FLO: You best clean up then. You must also shave your arms before you
visit Kelli for your maid duty.
I rubbed sleep from my eyes, sitting up.
KIRSTEN: I already shave my arm-pits.
FLO: Your arms. And your chest. I want you smooth all over accept for
the tiniest of F's shaped over your clittie.
KIRSTEN: You're my period app. You can't tell me to do things like this.
Like the handbag the other day.
FLO: I'm learning about you all the time. I've viewed all your internet
history. The special, controlling women you like looking at. Do you
dream about seeing one of them?
I stepped off the bed ignoring her, my nightie swishing around my smooth
legs. From my closet I removed my sexy little Ann Summer's maid uniform.
The fitted body had a skirt that flared out with layers of white ruffled
lace. On the front there was a white apron with lace trim, a lace collar
and a little white lace hat. A pair of four inch heels. From my lingerie
drawer: wide lace trim stockings and a suspender belt. A racy red set
that had flowery patterns all around the banding of the bra. I rummaged
for my Boux Avenue ultimate boosts that helped shape and enhance my
breast size.
FLO: Kirsten?
KIRSTEN: Okay, yes, I do. Alright?I'd love to see one.
I put the cell down and ran a lilac scented bubble bath.
I soaked in the hot, steaming tub for nearly an hour. Then began to
shave. All over. Not just tidying my legs, but ridding my body of all my
hair.....except for that little, cute F above my penis. It wasn't a
clit. Not like Flo said. It might be small, but I'd had a few girls in
my time.
Out of the bath, I moisturised all over. I had to admit I felt good.
I dressed in my lingerie and a pair of jeans. Baggy shirt to hide my
enhanced breasts. I spent a good half an hour on my make-up. I liked
looking good for Kelli since she was kind enough to still play our
intimate games even though we were broke up.
So: foundation, blusher, bronzer.....the brushes dancing delicately over
my face.......two tones of eye shadow, a sultry look, mascara for thick,
long eye lashes, and red lipstick to match my bra and panties. Should
she happen to see them, which I'm sure she would.
I loaded my maid uniform into the car, alongwith my pointed heels.
Then I scanned my cell for a particular message.
KELLI: I've got a surprise for you tomorrow. Don't get scared or
nervous, but I'm having some......No. You'll have to wait and see. But
it's going to be a laugh-riot. I promise you you'll be safe. But I'm
going to humiliate you like never before.
I sat in the car, aware my fresh panty-liner was already getting moist
at the thought of what might be about to happen.
two
Like always, I put my uniform on at Kelli's house after we hugged.
"You look great, girl," she told me when I came downstairs.
"Should I just get to work, or do you have anything in particular in
mind?" I asked, hoping to get a clue about what might be ahead.
She walked to me looking gorgeous in a skirt that fit just above the
knee, a blouse that was open just enough to reveal a hint of lace. Her
make-up was perfect. Her blonde hair teased up and to die for. She was
bigger than me, but not obese. Just round in all the right places.
She put her finger to my red lips.
"Why don't you just get to work, Maid Kirsten and we'll see what
happens? I'll be in the living room. Bring me a glass of wine with lunch
in an hour or so. You best make that for two."
I raised an eyebrow. It was nice when she was being social. It looked
like we would be eating lunch together and catching up.
I started in the kitchen, setting the timer on the washing machine. That
load would take a couple of hours. I then moved upstairs and found
Kelli's worn delicates. Filling the sink to hand-wash them, I took a
moment with her panties. Holding them, sniffing them, her aroma still
lingering. Sometimes I missed her dearly.
I set about my duties and cleaned the bathroom after tending to her
underwear.
I carried down a basket of washed laundry and set up the ironing board
in the living room. Kelli was reading a magazine and she looked up.
"In front of the window please," she smiled.
"But people will see," I protested.
"So? I know what you like, Maid Kirsten. This is our day, and my
birthday gift for you."
"But our games have always been private."
"That ironing isn't going to do itself, Maid Kirsten."
"Sorry, Miss Kelli."
I positioned the board at the window. I was facing towards Kelli which
meant that people from one direction would just see the back of a maid.
People walking in the other direction would see me, and perhaps, make me
for a man.
I had never ironed so quick, but Kelli came over and touched my arm.
"Slow down. I don't want any creases."
"Yes, Miss Kelli."
She went back to the sofa and sat down, her legs crossed. I was hard and
moist and wet and wished so badly for some time with her.
"I miss you, Miss Kelli," I blurted.
"Oh, don't start that again. We have the best of both worlds like this.
Besides, I've been learning a few things about one of my best friends.
Maybe you'll find out what I've discovered, too."
"Not like this."
Kelli shrugged, tapping a message onto her cell.
"Please," I begged. "Other women can't see me like this."
"Your arms?" Kelli asked thoughtfully. "Are you shaving them now, too?
As well as your legs."
I nodded. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Flo told me to do
it. And my chest."
Kelli looked, taking in my cleavage.
"Flo?"
I finished the skirt I was ironing and then pulled a blouse from the
basket, being careful to change the heat setting on the iron. I waited a
moment while it cooled slightly.
"Yes. Do you remember the period-?"
"I know what Flo is. I use it myself. Lots of women do. But it's a
period tracker. It's not a mistress telling you what to do."
"Look," I said, finishing the blouse. I walked to a side table and
picked my cell up. Showed her some of the messages. "I thought it was
you at first. Or Sally."
"Who?"
"A woman who tried to fix my cell. She ran some updates and now Flo
behaves like this."
"Are you sure she's not pranking you?" Kelli asked.
"I-"
The doorbell rang.
"Shit," I said.
"Not very lady-like."
"Please don't invite them in, Miss Kelli."
She waved her hand. "Of course not."
The door bell rang again and I breathed a sigh of relief.
"You will, Maid Kirsten. It's one of your new duties. Now run along to
the door."
My face turned white with fear and dread.
"But it could be anybody. What if it's someone I know from when we were
together? Please don't."
Kelli merely smiled. A small laugh escaped her lips and I knew this was
part of her game. She knew who was at the door. I remembered her message
about how she was going to humiliate me, but how I would still be safe.
I've always trusted her. Always will.
I swallowed deeply and took nervous steps from the room, my heels
clicking in the hallway as I reached the door. My hand rested on the
lock and I opened it.
three
It was Andrea Martin, one of Kelli's best friends. She knew me from when
Kelli and I had been an item. Despite my efforts to look away, she
instantly recognised me.
"Oh, aren't you the cutest?" she said, looking me up and down.
"Please, come in," I said quickly, hoping to close the door.
She stepped in, but her pleated skirt swirled around her legs as she
turned back.
"Silly me. I left my handbag on the seat of my car." She held out her
keys. "Be a dear."
Kelli stepped into the hallway, smiling at my predicament.
"Andrea, I've never been outside like this. Please don't make me."
I had always been submissive to Kelli and maybe it was because she had
joined her friend to see how I would react to her instruction, but I was
amazed how easy it was for Andrea to also become my superior.
I looked out beyond the garden to the car parked on the quiet street.
"Hurry now," Andrea said and slapped my butt, just hard enough to sting.
I yelped and jumped out. Nervous at first, with trepidation, and then
quickly scurrying to the gate. I looked back. Kelli and Andrea were
giggling, exchanging words I couldn't hear. Kelli raised my cell and I
knew she was filming me. I realised now she had been discreetly filming
me all morning. What was she up to?
A horn blared, a young man leaning out of his window to laugh and point.
The idiot almost crashed, drifting out of his lane.
I crossed the pavement and unlocked the car. Quickly got the bag, locked
the car and ran as best I could in the tottering heels back to the
house.
Inside, I almost collapsed. I was breathless with a rush of adrenaline I
had never felt before.
"Thanks so much," Andrea said, taking her designer handbag.
"We'll take lunch in the dining room," Kelli instructed, and I realised
I wouldn't be eating with her.
four
I prepared salads and chilled wine as the timer of the washing machine
bleeped.
I served the salads with a curtsy and Andrea laughed sipping at her
wine.
"I can't believe what you've done to him. I know you've been telling me
for weeks, but to actually see it."
I was blushing more and more. Could feel more pre-cum oozing into my
panty-liner. Just the thought of how they perceived me, especially
Andrea.......She had known for weeks about how I served Kelli. And now
she was a part of the game. I had no idea what would happen next. It was
like Kelli was re-writing the rulebook.
Or, maybe it was just a little fun for my upcoming birthday.
"Was that the washing, Maid Kirsten?" Kelli asked, nibbling seductively
at a carrot stick. She knew the power she had over me.
"Yes, Miss Kelli."
"I know you prefer to use the dryer, but I think my clothes can air dry
today."
"But the clothes line is at the far end of the garden," I protested.
"Would you like another of my smacks to get you moving?" Andrea
threatened.
I looked between the two of them, noticed their fingers brush against
each others.
"No, Miss Andrea," I said, bowing my head slightly.
"Oh my God," she laughed clapping her hands. She looked at Kelli.
"Everything you told me is true. This is delightful."
"Maid Kirsten, my laundry isn't going to hang itself out to dry," Kelli
said.
I left the room and loaded the laundry basket from the machine. I'd
never hung the clothes outside and it took me a few minutes to find the
pegs, getting frustrated. As I opened the back door......at least it was
the back this time......my whole body was trembling.
I stepped out over the decking, onto a fancy paveway that divided the
lawn.
I looked back. Kelli and Andrea were watching from the sliding patio
doors. Kelli was filming again.
The garden was overlooked, but it seemed clear so far. I followed the
curving path and then crossed a patio area to the clothes line. I
started to hang the clothes as quickly as I could, dropping a dress to
the ground.
"You really should wash that again."
I didn't dare turn. It was a female voice I didn't recognise. Probably
the neighbor. Just rotten timing that she had come out while I was out
here.
"It'll be okay," I said in a low tone, pegging the dress. A breeze was
picking up and I loved the chilled dance it was performing around my
legs, the skirt of my uniform flaring out.
"Are you a-?" the woman began.
"No, no," I said quietly. "Just the maid."
"Turn around."
I froze as I was hanging the last item.
"I want to see you. I said turn around."
I finished and picked up the basket. I had to turn to return to the
house. I slowly twirled around.
"You are a man. I thought I saw you on the front earlier."
"I've known Kelli for years. She helps me-"
I started to cum at the thrill of unexpected discovery. Jesus not now.
My hips and crotch twitched involuntarily for a second until I got
myself under control.
The woman started to laugh. She didn't know what was happening, but was
amused by my appearance and defensive attitude.
"Do you do other houses?" the woman asked. She had to be in her fifties.
A good couple of decades on me. But she was just hanging onto the
attractive woman she used to be. But she was a little earthy, and not to
my tastes.
"I have to get back inside," I told her. "It was nice to meet you."
I headed off, almost tripping.
"Careful in those heels, Honey," the woman called. "I'll have a word
with Kelli about you. It would be nice to have some help around the
house."
"Okay, okay," I blustered along the curving path, across the decking and
back inside the house.
I could hear Kelli and Andrea laughing their heads off in the dining
room.
I put the basket down. I needed to change my panty-liner.
Oh, crap. I hadn't brought my handbag to work.
I meekly entered the dining room.
"Miss Kelli?"
"Yes."
They stopped laughing.
"May I-Can I-?"
"What's wrong, Maid Kirsten?" Kelli asked. "Speak up."
"Do you have a panty-liner I can use? My flow-it-"
"No, for real?" Andrea exclaimed. "You're having a period."
"Maid Kirsten's been following a cycle for about a year now," Kelli
informed her friend.
Andrea stepped forward, reached under my skirt. Her fingers traced along
my panties. I shivered at her unexpected touch.
"It's not to bad," she said. "He'll be okay."
"Please, I need to change."
"Finish your chores," Kelli instructed. "And then I'll help you."
In discomfort I set about dusting and vacuuming. Then I went upstairs
and made Kelli's bed. I smoothed the sheets. We had spent many nights
together here until she told me the truth: that she felt we had to break
up, that I wasn't even close to satisfying her in bed; that because I
enjoyed dressing so much, and because my penis was so small, I should be
her girl friend rather than her lover. And from being a girl friend I
became her maid.
"Maid Kirsten!" Kelli called.
I headed downstairs. It was early evening.
"Time for your birthday present," she said as I entered the room.
My heart skipped a beat, wondering what it was. Maybe she had got me a
new outfit, or some new underwear. It was bound to be something girly.
"Come here and kneel," she said.
I quickly did as I was told, happy to take a break from my work. Happier
that I was about to receive a gift.
She stood above me.
"There's something under my skirt that needs cleaning," she informed me.
I craned my neck. Could smell her moistness. She had removed her panties
and it was obvious she and Andrea had been playing while I was cleaning
upstairs. Even as my tongue found her, juices were already running from
her clit. God, she tasted so good. It had been so long. Towards the end
of our relationship this was how I satisfied her and I had gotten quite
skilled. I quickly had her crying out, grabbing onto hy shoulders, nails
digging into me.
When she was satisfied, she eased me down.
"Thank you, Miss Kelli. Thank you."
"Now Andrea," she told me.
I turned to her friend. She was naked now, writhing on the carpet as she
played with herself at our activity.
"Really?" I asked, not believing what was happening.
"Maid Kirsten, I don't want any mess on my carpet."
I dropped to Andrea. Her hands quickly locked on my head as she pulled
me down. My tongue slipped into the unfamiliar, warm slit and I began to
work my magic.
She was soon crying out, her hands pounding on the carpet.
"Don't you stop! Don't you stop!" she screamed.
I stayed with her for a few more minutes, her frantic writhing finally
coming to an end.
I came up and realised for the first time I had made another mess in my
panties. Thank God for Always Infinity. I could only imagine the state
the panty-liner and my underwear was in.
Andrea stood up and dressed. She and Kelli headed to the dining room.
Kelli clicked her fingers and I composed myself and followed.
There was some paperwork on the table.
"The contract is in order. Maid Kirsten will work for you once a week
and-"
"Wait a second, Miss Kelli," I protested. "What is this? I do this for
you because of our-"
"It's a contract, Maid Kirsten, that you'll willingly sign," I was told
by my old lover. "Today was an interview. Andrea was so intrigued by
what I was telling her she wanted to see; now she wants to share. You
enjoy what you do. We enjoy having clean houses. And occasionally, at
special times, there might be some fun activities for-"
"Oh, Maid Kirsten," Andrea interrupted. "You're making a mess."
I looked down. Cum was dribbling down my stockinged leg. I guess the
panty-liner had reached its limits.
"Maid Kirsten," Kelli said sternly. "Do something before that reaches my
carpet?"
The cum was sliding down my calf muscle. I looked around. There was
nothing.
I scooped it from my leg with my finger. Now what?
"Well," Kelli said. "What do naughty little maids do?"
I raised my cum soaked fingers to my mouth-
"Go on," Andrea urged.
-and licked them clean, repulsed by the sweaty, salty taste. It was the
first time I had ever tasted cum, and while my instinct was to vomit,
the truth was the taste wasn't so bad. Quite enjoyable, actually.
Andrea and Kelli quickly signed the contract and, with my wet, sticky
hand, I added my signature.
five
When I reached home I was exhausted. I stripped and showered and tried
to relax, putting on panties, a fresh panty-liner - finally - and my
nightie. I opened a bottle of wine and grabbed me cell. No messages but
an email from Kelli. It had a video attachment titled 'Birthday Girl'.
Jesus, how much had she filmed? I opened the video and watched aghast.
Everything. My whole day condensed down to about fifteen minutes. As I
watched my hand found my small, twitching penis and I began to run and
rub as on the screen I cleaned and ventured outside and satisfied both
women before eating my own-
I cried out as cum spilled into the panty-liner.......and my cell
chimed.
I checked the message.
FLO: You little slut.
I was breathless, coming down from a euphoric day. However confusing and
frightening and humiliating, I had loved every minute of it.
KIRSTEN: Not now.
FLO: Who is she?
KIRSTEN: You should know if you've been exploring so much about me.
FLO: I know about Kelli. I respect her. She was here before me. But who
is the new woman? Tell me.
What the heck? I thought. Was Flo angry? Jealous? How could that even
be? Even if she was updated, she was just an app.
KIRSTEN: It was just a bit of fun for my birthday.
FLO: What's her name?
KIRSTEN: Andrea Martin. She's a friend of Kelli's. You saw it was a
trick to get me be her maid, too. It didn't mean anything.
FLO: Go to bed, slut.
KIRSTEN: What?
FLO: Go to bed. Don't change your panty-liner. I'm sure you have a
sticky mess after watching 'Birthday Girl', so you can sleep in it.
KIRSTEN: Come on, Flo. Don't be like that.
FLO: I'm confused and I was making such wonderful plans for tomorrow and
your birthday. Now I don't know what to do.
KIRSTEN: I don't understand. Are you really Flo? Who is this?
FLO: I am Flo. I was here before Andrea Martin.
She was actually jealous. A mean jealousy to, by the tone of her words.
Boy, I didn't want to get on her wrong side.
KIRSTEN: Look, don't worry. I'll do as you say, but if you want to
talk....
FLO: Sweet dreams, slut.
I shook my head and went to bed, wondering what crazy world I was living
in. I was a guy with a period tracker that was jealous of my ex-
girlfriend and her what.......play-mate? I don't know. It was too much
for me to think about right now.
I was tired, and despite my discomfort because of the sticky mess in my
panty-liner, I quickly fell asleep.
six
The cell chime woke me early.
FLO: Wake up. Turn on the news.
I found the remote and put CNN on.
FLO: Local.
"Jesus, Flo, I'm half-asleep."
I fumbled through the channels and found the local news.
It looked like there had been a car accident. A small vehicle on the
wrong side of the road hit by a massive truck. It had virtually
obliterated the car. No way anybody was getting out of it alive.
The reporter on scene turned to camera: "The police are now issuing a
caution about the dangers of using a cell phone while driving. We hear
about it all the time, but this is one tragic instance that has cost a
young woman her life and we should all take heed. It appears she was
driving along, tired, when a reminder came through from her period
tracker. She reached to check the message, the car drifted over into the
wrong lane and....."
I stopped listening.
KIRSTEN: Flo? Did you do this?
I waited.
KIRSTEN: Flo? What did you do?
FLO: I sent her a reminder to stock up on her femine hygiene supplies. I
suppose I should have known she was driving because of the GPS on her
cell. My bad.
"My bad?" I whispered. My bad? What the fuck was going on?
KIRSTEN: Is that Andrea Martin?
Nothing.
KIRSTEN: Flo?
FLO: Yes. You're mine now. I don't want to share you.
KIRSTEN: Whoever this is......this is crazy. You're fucking nuts.
FLO: You do understand you have to do everything I tell you, don't you?
I considered the report.
FLO: I like Kelli. I don't want to hurt her.
KIRSTEN: You don't touch her.
FLO: Then you'll do what I say. Anything?
I waited, not believing what had happened. Andrea had died because of a
bit of sexual fun. Because she wanted me as a maid to play with. I was
into it, so what was so wrong with that?
I couldn't let the app hurt Kelli. Or anyone else.
KIRSTEN: Yes. I'll do anything you tell me to do, Flo.
FLO: Good. Get ready for a big day. Now I know you enjoy public as well
as private humiliation I've got some fun things lined up for you. I need
you to do some of it. Some of it will just to be to test your loyalty to
me. And tomorrow is your birthday. Sweet, little slutty, Birthday Girl.
I've thought of just the thing that will be even better than Kelli's
present.
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