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MAID IN OAXACA - MEXICO - 3
By Monica Graz
CHAPTER 8
I had an uneasy sleep during my first night at the new apartment. I felt
quite lonely lying on my small single bed at the tiny maid's room. I was
terribly missing Pat; I would have loved to share the bed with her in the
master bedroom but she had decided differently and at the moment she was
the boss. I was of course dead tired and my body was aching from the
manual labor but my mind was busy trying to absorb the novelty of what
had happened today.
I couldn't stop thinking of my first day as a full-time maid in real
working conditions. Did it really happen? Was it real that I was married
to a lady who was willing and happy to let me be her housewife and maid?
Was it real that I was totally dependent on her? She was holding the
purse and I was feeling somehow like her employee!
And yet I was satisfied with the turn of events. I felt that Pat was my
security and she was going to keep me under her wing. She somehow had
convinced me that she cared for me and really and truly loved me even
under those unorthodox and unusual terms and conditions that framed our
relationship.
Eventually my mind eased and I was drifted to a deep sleep. As expected,
my last thought was at my new uniform dress hanging inside the small
closet, the dress that I would wear tomorrow during my second day as a
full-time maid. Una verdadera sirvienta, a true servant, as Conchita
said.
I was bright and early up the next morning and after a quick shower and
dressed in my underwear, I picked the new uniform dress and examined it
once more. It was a light blue polycotton dress very similar to my grey
one but in lighter material, more for summer use. It would match better
my blue gingham pinafore which I had to wear again for the heavy duty
cleaning.
Fully dressed and ready for work I moved to the kitchen and made a fresh
pot of coffee and then, a mug in hand I went around inspecting
yesterday's work. I felt a deep satisfaction looking at the sparklingly
clean bedrooms and bathrooms. Is this the feeling of a proud maid and
cleaner? Feeling pleased that I was able to accomplish such a simple
menial job and yet a job that would enable other people to use and enjoy
the space? Is it why Pat kept telling me that I was born to clean and
serve and be there to accommodate the needs of others? Was that a normal
attitude to life?
God, all those questions and not a clear answer. As I was walking back to
the kitchen I stopped once again in front of the hallway mirror and
looked at myself. The utilitarian gingham pinafore made me look like a
mucama Mexicana as Pat mentioned yesterday.
I felt sexually aroused looking like that and finally an answer dawned on
me. I simply was someone who was thriving being in a submissive servile
mode, someone who was destined to be 'the apron wearer' if that could be
considered an acceptable term.
The front door bell ringing brought me back to reality. I looked at the
wall clock, it was nine o'clock. Pat and Conchita had just arrived.
I rushed to open the door with a welcoming smile but I froze when I saw
an unknown man in a concierge's uniform looking at me.
"Good morning and sorry for the disturbance. Is Mrs. Torres in?"
With a great effort I managed to get some self control and answered in my
best feminine voice, "I'm sorry she is not in at the moment, but I expect
her any minute now. Can I help you?"
"It's nothing urgent, I just wanted to introduce myself, I am Tony the
morning concierge and I would like to welcome Mrs. Torres as a new
resident. Probably I'll come back later."
He looked at me more carefully now, taking in my utilitarian servant's
uniform and said, "And you must be Mrs. Torres domestic assistant?"
I couldn't hide a thin smile; is that a politically correct way to call a
maid those days?
I decided to be more assertive with him so I answered boldly, "Yes, I'm
Crissie, Mrs. Torres maid. I finish the cleaning today and as of tonight
Mrs. Torres will be staying at the apartment."
At this moment we both heard the elevator door opening at the far end of
the corridor and then we saw Pat approaching fast, a concerned look on
her face, with Conchita marching behind her loaded with shopping bags
again.
"Is everything alright Crissie, who is this person?" She asked looking at
me, a meaningful look on her face.
The concierge turned to face her and touching his cap said politely,
"Good morning Mrs. Torres Ma'am, I'm Tony, the building's concierge and I
came up to introduce myself and welcome you. Your domestic assistant
Crissie was explaining to me that she still has some cleaning to do
before you move in."
"Pleased to meet you Tony," Pat replied. "And that's correct, Crissie has
to finish the cleaning today and we'll be hopefully sleeping here
tonight."
Then she continued in a slightly accusing tone of voice, "As a matter of
fact I was just looking for you downstairs to introduce myself but I
found you up here instead, chatting to my maid." Of course, she was
implying that Tony, being the concierge, should be at his post down by
the main entrance to check who is coming in and stop the possible
intruder or suspiciously looking person.
He understood Pat's insinuation because he hastily answered, "Nice
meeting you Ma'am, I should better get back to my post now."
He nodded to all of us and started going back towards the elevator when
Pat asked him, "What are your working hours Tony?"
"8.00 am to 3.00pm Ma'am, after that the building's main entrance is
locked and residents have to use their key and special six-digit code,"
he said and then as if he remembered something added, "And the domestic
staff uses the back elevator that goes to the first basement where the
garbage collectors are. Good day to you Ma'am."
Pat gave me another meaningful look as I moved away from the door to let
them in.
As we were sipping coffee sitting around the kitchen table Pat turned to
me and said mater- of-factly, "I guess you will be the maid in this
apartment Crissie since Tony saw you in action, at least during his
working hours; you must come and go from the service door and of course
wear your uniform when you are out shopping or running errands. This is
what maids suppose to do in this up-market neighborhood."
I blushed as I saw Conchita moving her head approvingly, a cunning smile
on her face muttering again something like 'verdadera sirvienta'.
Seeing me blushing all over and slightly winking to Conchita Pat added in
a rather amused tone of voice, "I think you enjoy that Crissie, you like
the fact that, by pure chance, you are trapped like this; you can fulfil
now your dream and be a sirvienta, a female servant, in a more serious
and permanent way. Tomorrow I'm going to the uniform shop and buy you
half a dozen of practical day wear dresses in various pale colors. You
will certainly need them for morning wear and your outings."
Still blushing and now excited because once more Pat was pressing all the
correct buttons I managed to say hesitantly, "I'm very intrigued by the
turn of events, but this is a bit extreme Pat, don't you think? A
complete change of status even before we are able to move to our new
apartment? I wouldn't like to make you unhappy or embarrassed because of
that."
I stopped and looked at her questioningly then added, "But I leave the
decision to you, you are my employer after all."
She smirked at me and said, "You are right, I'm your trusting partner but
your employer as well, but I'll repeat what I said to you from the very
beginning of our relationship. I wouldn't push anything without your full
consent but since you give me the option to decide for you, I simply can
tell you that yes, I would love to have you as my maid in this apartment
at least during Tony's working hours. Are you still willing to do it?"
She looked cunningly at me waiting for my answer.
Feeling excitingly trapped and full of contradicting emotions I said
rather formally, "Yes Mrs. Torres, I am prepared to do it. I want to be
your maid in this apartment and I'll abide to the rules that go with it."
"Good girl," Pat exclaimed and rushed to give me a hug as she added
mischievously, "I somehow knew it, you are a natural to this kind of
work, I was watching you working yesterday with a glee on your eyes."
"Yes, a natural!" Conchita added in her heavily accented English smiling
broadly at me.
Then she looked at the kitchen clock and exclaimed as she was urging me
to stand up. "Hola chica, vamos a trabajar!"
Pat looked at the clock as well and added, "Conchita is right you better
start the cleaning you two, the day is short and she will have to go back
to my parents house in three hours, my mother said to me that they need
their maid back and my maid can cope with this apartment after all that
coaching yesterday and today."
Conchita who understood Pat's comments said in her accented English, "I
show Crissie the basics today and let her finish on her own. She is a
good sirvienta and she learns fast."
Pat smiled at Conchita's remark and said to both of us, "Right girls,
back to work and you Crissie make sure that the apartment looks
immaculate when I come back; I'm certainly going to inspect your work.
I'll be at the university library working on my PhD until about 7.00pm."
"Yes Mrs. Torres," I said feeling once more very humble, thinking already
about the coming inspection. Then I added hesitantly, "Shall I prepare
dinner as well?"
"No Crissie, you will be exhausted by the end of the day with all that
manual labor so I'll treat us to a Chinese take away. Just make sure that
there is some chilled white wine in the fridge."
She was out of the apartment as Conchita started to explain to me in her
colloquial rapid Mexican/Spanish today's cleaning schedule.
CHAPTER 9
"You should probably glue your breast forms to your chest, so you
wouldn't have to keep your bra on when you are in bed with me. I would
love to play with your boobs when in bed together; though false, they
feel very real to me." Pat murmured.
It was our first night together in the new apartment and she was in a
chatty mode and was whispering to me as we were lying in bed at the
master bedroom after our intense love playing.
I was more than pleased and excited as she kept talking to me. She was
pushing me steadily in order to establish and promote my female persona
and that kept me on a sexual edge all the time.
"I would love to have my breast forms glued on my chest but that means
that Crissie is becoming a more permanent feature in our lives. Is that
accepted by you as my spouse and employer?" I answered hesitantly fishing
for a yes of course.
She sensed my hint and said more firmly still in a whispering mode, as if
someone nearby could hear us, "This is an order from your employer girl
and to prove you how serious I am you will find in the bathroom a special
glue with instructions how to do it. So please do it first think in the
morning, before you put your uniform dress on."
"Yes Miss Torres, as you wish Miss Torres," I answered with a smile but
my voice was cracked and full of emotions. Pat was bossing me in her own
particular way and I loved it.
"And you said it yourself a minute ago. Yes, Crissie is becoming a
permanent feature in our lives, Crissie is here to stay." Pat continued
always in a whispering mode, "And I think you enjoy it as much as I do.
You enjoy being in skirts and I love you to bits because of that."
"Oh Pat, you make me so excited and happy. I have such a great need to
belong to you, to be your 'muxe', wife, maid or slave if you want me to
be one!"
"Yes darling, I love your devotion to me, but slave? That might be a bit
farfetched in our modern world but you could be one if we were living in
another era." She stopped and giggled as she added, "Probably you were a
female slave in one of your past lives, probably in Ancient Rome since
you have an Italian background."
"Yes, I think you are right" I said with conviction, "I probably was a
female slave in my past life. But I must say, since I totally depend on
you for my existence, I somehow feel like a modern day slave."
"Now you just touched a delicate matter Crissie darling. I have been
thinking about it since you agreed to marry me helping me to activate my
grand father's trust. Without your assistance I would still be living
with my parents and you would still be in your modest little apartment
trying to make a living as a translator."
"You are right to that but where is the delicate matter? I helped you but
you helped me as well," I asked with curiosity
"Well, I am your employer now and you work at this apartment very
diligently as my maid. You practically do everything; you clean you cook
you do the laundry and ironing, you go out to do the shopping and you
wait for me in the evening with a glass of wine in a tray as I come in
the evening. In other words you spoil me to bits. I think you should be
paid for that."
I tried to protest saying that this was not necessary since she was
giving me money for all the house needs but she stopped me with her hand.
"I think you should maintain a certain amount of independence from me,
the rich employer. So every Friday from now on you will find on the
kitchen table your weekly wages in cash. I already checked what the
average wages are for a domestic worker so every week you will collect
$250 in cash."
I was overwhelmed by mixed feelings again. Pat clearly had this unique
capability to bring out unusual or unexpected news. I was about to become
a paid domestic worker? Wow, what a development. I was married to her and
I simultaneously was employed as a domestic worker by her!
"That's another surprise for me Pat. I'm your partner and you also pay me
to be your maid? What an unusual relation we have. But why you give me
cash? You simply could deposit money to my account or I could withdraw
money from the joint account you said we'll have together."
"Ah, that's a good question Crissie dear. It's purely symbolic. I thought
that since you are not declared anywhere as a legitimate domestic worker,
strictly speaking you are working illegally for me like an immigrant
female worker without papers. That gave me quite a thrill when I thought
of it and can make your day to day life as a domestic more realistic."
An uneasy feeling surrounded me as I asked, "What do you mean when you
say that my day to day life will become more realistic?"
She chuckled as she answered, "Well, let's say for instance that you are
out as Crissie in your uniform doing shopping or running errands and you
are suddenly stopped by the police. They ask for your papers and you have
none, unless of course you show them your male driver's license. That
could be embarrassing and humiliating and yet very real. Don't you
think?"
A shudder went down my spine. "Wow Pat. I never thought of that option.
That could be really embarrassing. I have to call you so you can come and
save me explaining the situation. By that stage of course I would be the
laughingstock. You made me very worried now."
She squeezed my hand as she said, "You shouldn't really worry. In this
part of the city it happens rarely but if it happens I'll be there for
you. After all you can easily prove that you are a US citizen. After that
it would be only the embarrassment of cross-dressing without any other
consequences. Think of it as an extra thrill."
I looked at her adoringly. Her eyes were closing; she was ready to fall
asleep. "I'm truly amazed with you Pat; you certainly have an answer to
everything, even the most complicated issues are like a game to you. I
think..."
She stopped me with her hand. "Stop blathering on, I'm falling asleep;
let's talk more tomorrow morning during breakfast."
As she was turning to the other side she said in a sleepy voice, "I have
to try and enhance your female persona during the next few weeks. Crissie
is here to stay!"
'Crissie is here to stay' was the last phrase that kept my mind going as
I was struggling to fall asleep as well. I was physically tired but I had
again so much to absorb!
To be continued...
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