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Chapter -16-
Violet welcomed me with a fierce hug and a passionate kiss. We sat down
and I repeated the conversation I'd just had.
"That would seem to clear the air," he said.
"I believe so," I paused for a moment, "but I have a hypothetical
question."
"Go on."
"If I came to live with you, hypothetically, which one of us would be
the wife in the relationship?"
"That's easy, the one that stays home while I am off working."
"So while you're off swanning around the world and enjoying yourself,
I'd be on my knees scrubbing floors?"
"Yes you would, are you planning on coming to live with me?" he asked
"That rather depends on whether I am invited. but right now I need to
get ready, don't forget I am working tonight."
I was reluctant to remove my costume, I'd really enjoyed wearing it but
needs must. The bra I'd chosen to wear that evening was a long line
style from my vintage collection, white cotton with lace overlay and
wide adjustable shoulder straps. Violet fastened the hook and eye clips
at the back making it easier for me since it can be an effort by
yourself.
My other foundation garment was a stretch mesh girdle in a floral
pattern. There were six attached garters with metal hardware and rubber
tips. This girdle had extra padding on the bottom to enhance ones shape.
I tugged it up my legs and then attached a pair of seamed black
stockings. Over the girdle I wore pair of lace panties.
I'd chosen a slip with adjustable shoulder straps since I was not sure
about the length of my maid's uniform and a slip hanging below the hem
of the uniform skirt would not be a good look.
Rather than wear a dress I opted for a basic robe in a sapphire blue
satin blend with a crossover and tie at the front.
It would be a long time to be on my feet, so comfortable but stylish
shoes were essential, I'd selected a black patent shoe with a chunky 2
inch heel. After I slipped them on I confirmed then suitable by walking
around the room.
I fitted my black bob cut wig to my wig and re-did my makeup in strong
colours, a deep red lipstick, extra layers of mascara and thicker
eyeliner.
"How do I look?" I pirouetted in front of Violet.
"Gorgeous as always," he replied. "Can't wait to get you into bed
later."
I had about 30 minutes before I'd need to go down to the dining room so
asked Violet, "Do we have anything to drink?"
"G and T with a dash of lemon suit you?" he asked as he took a bottle
from the bar.
"Go light on the Gin then, too much makes me sleepy."
"That will never do, I'm being super careful here." After he poured the
drinks, we sat down beside each other on the sofa.
"You never did finish telling me about how you got into dressing, tell
me more."
"Well after my sister had dressed me up in my costume we went down
stairs, that turned out to be a challenge for me, wearing heels and with
my full skirt hindering my view of the steps. Because our mother worked
Monday through Friday my sister had a list of chores each evening. Now
she decided that if I was going to play the maid then I could start my
training by doing her chores," He paused for a drink, before continuing,
"My first task was to set the dining table, which was fairly simple
although I wasn't at all sure which side the cutlery went. Then it was
into the kitchen where I had to prepare all the vegetables and start
heating the mail course in the oven. Once that was completed she lead me
out in to the rear garden, there was washing to taken down from the
drying line. She had me remove, fold and place each article in a laundry
basket. I was sure people would see me doing this as most of our
neighbours windows overlook our garden."
"How did you feel about that?" I asked. I'd let my hand wander up his
legs and under his "Dorothy" dress as I listened to his story.
I felt really scared, I thought everyone will know it's me wearing the
dress and there will be endless teasing about it. I told my sister but
she said no one would have any idea that it was me.
We took everything back inside and I felt much more relaxed then. After
we checked how the cooking was coming along, she told me to demonstrate
my curtsey. I told her I had no idea what a curtsey was, I couldn't
possible play a maid without being able to curtsey, she had told me. She
had me practising for about 15 minutes until she was satisfied, in the
end my legs were aching. When she was finally happy she said that I
should always curtsey before speaking with anyone and when I was being
dismissed.
When our mother was due home I was sent to the front door with
instructions that when mother came into the house I was to curtsey then
ask her if I could take her coat and bag. I stood there feeling very
nervous; I was worried what Mother might have to say about how I was
dressed." Violet paused for another sip on his drink. "That's really
nice," he said as my hand moved further up and under his dress.
"So what happened next?" I asked wondering how I'd have felt in that
situation.
"When Mother came into the house that evening she took one look at me as
I curtsied, muttered something like "Oh Dear!" before handing me her
coat and bag. When she saw my sister lurking around the door she asked
her what was going on. As she was listening to my sister's explanation
she turned to me and told me to fetch her a glass of chardonnay. I
dipped into a curtsey and then went off to search for a cold bottle. By
the time I returned they were sitting in the living room my sister was
still explaining and my mother kept nodding her head and saying "I see,"
I poured out her glass of wine and asked if there was anything else, she
told me to wait there pointing to other side of the room." He paused and
moved slightly closer to me. "That's so nice." I was stroking him
through his panties as I listened to his story.
"After she had heard my sister out, she asked me had I told my sister
that I wanted her to help me get used to being a maid so I would be able
to perform well in the play. I had little choice but to agree to the
veracity of that statement, to do otherwise was to invite the wrath of
my sister. She thought about that for a moment before asking if I had
agreed to take on all the tasks that my sister normally was responsible
for. Again denial wasn't an option as I told her I really did want to
take over those jobs. In the end she agreed that as long as I was happy
doing so, I could be their maid."
"I wish I had been given that choice."
"It was quite strange actually, I wasn't at all happy with being put
into a dress and given all those chores, but a small part of me felt at
ease. My sister had gone through her drawers and selected a collection
of her underwear that she either no long used or didn't like. She was
never a girly girl and eschewed the more delicate and feminine styles
much preferring plain and simple. As a result my collection comprised
exclusively of soft nylon or blends of nylon fabrics all decorated to
excess with endless rows of lace, sweet little satin bows and appliqued
pieces.
Each afternoon when I arrived home from school I would head straight to
my room and change into my uniform before starting my duties. To be
honest, in the beginning I really hated it, but after a few days I
started to feel more comfortable in a dress and started to like the
feeling of the soft fabrics on my skin."
"I remember that, it was so much nicer than the rough clothes I had to
wear." I drew closer to him and brushed my lips across his before
kissing him gently. "Keep going."
"Once I learnt how to do my various jobs, I started to enjoy doing them,
it was nice to have something to show for you labours and I believed I
was doing a very good job. My mother seemed to have gotten used to me
being in my dress most of the time and at times I think she forgot that
I wasn't really a maid. One night I'd been fairly tired when I went to
bed and so I'd just slipped of my shoes and dress and climbed into bed
in my bra, panties and petticoat. It proved to be something I really
liked and I took to doing it every night. One night my sister came into
my room after I'd gone to bed, when she discovered what I was wearing
she told me that it would never do. She disappeared for a few minutes
before returning with a white "Baby Doll" nightie. She tossed it to me
saying that in future I should wear nighties to bed."
"I loved it the first time I wore one to bed, I couldn't wait for the
time when I could cut up all my pyjamas and only wear nighties."
Violet's hand had made a foray under my robe but was defeated by my
girdle, mine continued to play with him.
"I soon found several more nighties in my drawers and she passed on one
that she found overly feminine. In the first few weeks I'd been allowed
to return to being a boy on the weekends. Then one Saturday morning my
sister had come into my room and told me to wear my dress, I was tell
Mother that I wanted more practice at being the maid. When I took her
breakfast up to her room she seemed a bit surprised at my presence but
then remarked that there were definite advantages to having one's own
maid. When I reappeared with breakfast on Sunday morning it was clear
that my weekends would no longer be my own. After that weekend my sister
upped the ante. Friday afternoons would be spent having my nails painted
and my hair set, it was long for a boy and she had no problems setting
it into tight curlers. I was left to wear them overnight and she would
remove them and brush out my hair on Saturday mornings.
I suddenly noticed the time. "Sorry Violet time I was going let's finish
this tonight." Underneath my girdle I'd felt my arousal, Violet's tale
of his inevitable slide into a petticoated life struck a nerve with me.
When I was younger and reading erotic stories of feminisation I much
preferred those narratives where, like in a game of chess, the subject
is presented with an ever decreasing number of options. Total surrender
is not asked for, just small concessions. With each concession accepted
our subject finds it harder to reject the next. Once in lingerie its
much harder to refuse to wear a dress and so our subject moves closer
full feminisation. It occurred to me that Violet's story would meet my
criteria for that genre.
We kissed deeply before I made my exit hurrying off for a new experience
the thought of which also sent a thrill through my body.
Chapter -17-
There was a door marked Staff only near the dining room, I tapped once
and entered.
Lucy was sitting in a corner reading through some documents. "Oh Hi
Alice come on in and we'll get you organised." He stood up and walked
over towards me. We hugged and kissed briefly. "Come on." He took my
hand and led me into a small change room to one side. A maid's uniform
hung from a hook. "This is yours, I am pretty sure it will fit unless
you have put on a lot of weight in the last 24 hours."
I unfastened my robe and slipped it off placing it on the hook where the
dress had been. Lucy then helped me step into my uniform and guided my
arms into the sleeves. He fastened the buttons down the front before
tying off the waist of the apron and pinning the top of the apron to my
bodice. A lace and ribbon cap was pinned to my head; two ribbons fell
from the back of the cap and down my back. Finally he took a small metal
badge and pinned it above my left breast, "Alice" was engraved on it.
"Ok," said Lucy, "give me a slow turn so I can check everything."
Satisfied with my appearance we moved back to the staff room.
"The others will be here soon so I'll run you through you duties before
they arrive."
He took me to the bar and showed me where the staff placed and collected
orders.
"It's Full Service tonight so no one should be coming to the bar, if
they do just politely guide them back to their seat and take their order
as soon as you can."
He handed me a small note book.
"Every drink we do is listed on each page of this book, just note the
table number and the number required in the box beside the required
drink. You need to take a separate order if more than one person is
paying. When you serve them the drinks make sure that each order is
signed along with a room number. Don't stand at the bar waiting for each
order, they will be lined up in the order they came in. So each time you
come to the bar place and order and deliver an order."
"Sounds quite easy," I answered, "but I'd venture that it probably
isn't."
"Just don't panic, there's only so much one person can do, so just work
through it."
"Ok! Just work through it, anything else I should know?"
"Yes," he smiled. "We always aim for a better class guest, but we still
get the occasional bum pincher or hand up your skirt, try not to react
to them. If they overstep the mark an accidental hip bump when they are
holding their drink tends to get the message across."
"What about tips?" I asked.
"Our policy is that we don't expect them, the guests pay a premium to be
here so our preference is refuse them." He paused for a moment before
adding, "If any guest insists and can't be discouraged, accept it
gracefully and leave it at the bar."
"Oh! I nearly forgot, here we are Maids not Waitresses or Attendants or
Servers, so when you arrive or depart from any table demonstrate your
respect with a semi-curtsey." He then demonstrated what was required and
I copied it. "You're a natural. By the way the owner is here tonight and
will be assessing how you perform. If it's at a high standard I
understand you might be interviewed later with the view to offering you
part time position."
"I'd like that but I am not sure about the practicalities of taking such
a position. It is likely that my home situation may change in the near
future so its certainly possible."
By now three more maids had arrived in the staff room, Lucy introduced
them to me, Faith, Hope and Janice, all were cross-dressed men, albeit
fairly attractive and in dim lighting of the dining room somewhat
attractive, I should talk.
The first trickle of guests arrived; and were duly seated. I took the
drinks menu and headed for their table. On reaching the table I carried
out the prescribed curtsey before handing them the menu.
"Good evening ladies, may I take your order for drinks?"
Since they were my only customers so far, I moved back a discrete
distance while they made their selections. A few minutes elapsed until
they beckoned me to the table where I carefully noted their choices on
my pad.
"Thank you Ladies, I'll be back soon." Curtsey and move back to the bar,
where I hand in my first order. More customers have arrived so I repeat
the process. Returning to the bar I file the second order and pick up
the first. My first order is for a bottle of wine which I take to the
first table. I show it to the person who ordered it, who inspects it
before nodding approval. I pour out a small amount for tasting and wait
for it to be approved. The customer is satisfied and I pour out the four
glasses, present the order for signing and while waiting look around.
More customers have arrived so I make my way to the next group.
Time passes quickly and while I am busy, it's not frenetic. While I
played a being a maid at home this is different, here I really am a
maid, a uniformed servant, each time I see my reflection a thrill runs
through me and I know this is not enough, this something I need much
more of.
Clarissa and Mark arrive holding hands and signalling their affection
for each other. Clarissa is resplendent in a fitted full length silver
lame gown. His bust strains at his bodice, while the gown widens over
his generous hips. He wears a translucent chiffon top open at the front
it reveals the diamond pendant he wears along with the matching pendant
earrings. His arms are covered by elbow length silver grey satin gloves;
a beaded satin purse hangs from his arm.
Mark wears a Pale Yellow Organdy Sleeveless, Empire Waist Evening Gown
with Lattice Ribbon and Rosette Trimmed Bodice. His gloves are also
elbow length but white satin while his purse is a gold clutch. His
earrings are single pearl pendants to match the pearl necklace he wears.
They are no sooner seated while Violet enters the dining room; they call
him over to their table. He is wearing a gorgeous deep purple gown in a
silky satin fabric. It features a scoop neckline and spaghetti straps.
The tulle skirt is very full and falls to the floor. He wears silver
hoop earrings and a silver torc around his neck and carries a small
silver purse. My heart beats faster as I drink in his beauty.
I make my way to their table, curtsey and offer the drinks menu.
"Good evening Ladies, may I take your orders?"
"Hello Alice," Clarissa answers, "We'd like a magnum of Veuve Clicquot
if possible, tonight is a celebration."
"It's not on my list but I'll check, if we don't have it may I bring you
the best we do have?" I wonder what that celebration might be; I suspect
it concerns their new found relationship.
"You look very professional Alice." Violet flashes me a smile with the
compliment.
"Thank you Mam; its very kind of you to say so."
Since there is nothing else needed I return to the bar to place the
order. There is an order for wine so I collect it and take it to the
appropriate table. As I am pouring the wine I feel a hand slip up under
my dress grasp a suspender and snap it against my leg. At first I am
annoyed but then I realise that I need to show my professionalism.
Before leaving I turn to the suspected offender and sweetly ask if there
is anything else I can help him with.
It transpires that we do have the champagne that Clarissa has requested
so I take to their table. Mark is sitting very close to Clarissa and I
can see Clarissa hand on Mark's leg, he looks very happy. Un-corking the
bottle I pour out the three glasses before placing the bottle in an ice
bucket. As I make my way back to the bar I hear them to toast "Angela
and Clarissa." I quietly repeat it to myself.
By 9pm the dining room had mostly emptied out. Faith had come to me.
"Alice we think you have done a great job this evening, we can manage by
ourselves from now. There's a message from the owner, who wants to see
you now. Just go down that corridor to the last door on your right,
knock once and then go in."
I thank him for his words of appreciation and head off to the owners
suite. I feel a sense of apprehension as I walk down the corridor; it's
silent apart from the click clack of my heels on the parquetry floor and
the hiss of my stockings as they brush against my petticoat. Tonight had
been tiring and despite my sensible shoes my feet were now aching but it
only reinforced my desire to serve.
Reaching the last door on the right, I rapped once, paused for a moment
then opened the door and entered the room. I saw the woman standing at
the French window staring out on the gardens. She wore a full length
skirt of Maroon Thai Silk and a black silk blouse, her dark hair hung
down to her collar and shone in the subdued lighting of the room.
I sank into a deep curtsey, my head inclined to the floor.
"Good evening Alice," she spoke as she turned towards me.
It was a voice that I recognised immediately.
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