The Knight and the Acolyte Book 8 Chapter 9 The Knight s Passion
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The alarm went off at 5 a.m. I was exhausted from the night before but
knew I had to be ready for another day of hard maid's work. Even though
Brenda had packed my nylon nightgown, I had fallen asleep in bra and
panties and wearing my wig, which was a mess. I removed the wig and my
bra and falsies. I turned on the shower and started pulling off last
night's panties and my tiny penis was stuck in the dried semen in the
cotton crotch. I had never considered the mess that real women must deal
with regarding men's semen that leaked into their panties. Finding it
somewhat erotic, I pulled very slowly, watching my limp piece of flesh
stretch about 3 inches before snapping out of the panties and returning
to it's one inch status.
I stepped into the shower basking in the warm water. I felt a bit sore in
the butt area, but also felt a nice glow as well. My thoughts drifted
back to last night and how I dodged a bullet. I had to be more careful,
but that danger was a bit erotic as well. For a minute, I thought about
that large man last night and what kind of semen load that would have
been flowing out of me and into the gusset of my panties. The thought
both repulsed and excited me. Using the pink lady's razor and Skintimate,
I shaved my face, underarms and legs. There was very little trace of hair
in any place, but I figured I had better be smooth.
After patting myself dry, I pulled out the plain white bra that was
packed for me. I was a bit surprised to see that panties that were packed
under them. They were beautiful lilac lace panties with the word "Sunday"
embroidered on it. I recognized them immediately as a Valentine's gift I
had purchased at Bloomingdales and given to Brenda earlier this year.
This set hadn't appeared in my underwear drawer when she had originally
given me all of her old lingerie. They appeared brand new and never worn.
I'm guessing that she found these in her closet and that the other six
"days" were now in my lingerie drawer at home.
I suddenly noticed that it was almost 6 a.m. and I was about to be late.
I quickly put on my bra and panties, pantyhose and falsies. After pulling
my maid's dress over my head, I quickly repacked my suitcase although I
tried to be careful and not wrinkle my pussybow dress as Brenda told me
to be wearing it when she picked me up. My wig was a mess, but I
straightened it up as well as I could and put it on. I would have to
depend on Sara helping me with it. I packed my wallet and cigarettes in
my purse, put on my work shoes, threw everything else into my suitcase
and started for the door. I did not have time to make the bed and clean
up, but assumed that since I was a maid, I would be assigned to do it
later.
I knocked on the door to Sara's office at 6 a.m. She called for me to
come in. After entering I did not see her. The office was connected to a
private room that Sara apparently lived in. That door was open and she
instructed me from there to strip like yesterday. I sat down, removed my
shoes, then stood back up, reached back and unzipped my dress letting it
fall to the floor. I found a hanger and hung my dress on the shower
curtain rod and removed my tousled wig. I stood there in my bra, panties
and pantyhose, and waited. She then called me into the adjoining bedroom.
I was completely shocked to see her waiting for me sitting on the edge of
the bed naked from the waste down. She ordered me to service her. In
those exact words. I started to pull down my hose and panties. She jumped
up, slapped me and called me an idiot. She then grabbed my testicles and
squeezed until I thought I was going to pass out. She said no woman wants
a tiny little penis and service involved only my tongue. She told me to
nod if I understood. I did and she told me to pull up my panties and get
to work. She sat back down on edge of the bed. I guess I didn't move fast
enough because she said, "I'm sure you'd prefer a big fat dick in your
mouth, but you will service me or go to work today without your wig and
makeup. You decide."
I quickly got on my knees on the side of the bed and put my head between
her legs and started to perform cunnilingus. Her smell and taste was not
very pleasant. I had no sexual appetite as my penis stayed tiny and limp
in my panties the whole time when I was servicing her. While I did my
"job", I considered a variety of reasons for my lack of arousal. Perhaps
it was due to last night's activity or due to the trauma of her crushing
my testicles. Perhaps it was her unappealing taste. Or maybe she was
right. Maybe I did prefer dick. After a good 20 minutes of moaning and
holding my head fixed to her crotch, she orgasmed and threw me off. Sara
then told me to get a wet wipe and wipe my face, then get started on my
foundation. She was going to take a shower.
Returning to the adjoining room, I did as I was told. I paid careful
attention yesterday and felt I did a good job on the foundation. I dared
not do anything else and sat there docilely looking at myself in the
mirror. She came into the room naked toweling herself off. I guess at
this point she felt her nudity was not an issue because she might be
considering me as another female and certainly not a man. She told me
that the foundation was good enough and to try to do my eyeliner,
eyeshadow and mascara myself. She then returned to the other room to (I
assumed) get ready for work.
Working slowly and carefully, I applied eyeshadow first. I loved the
different feminine colors of the eyeshadow and may have used too much.
The eyeliner and lipliner were next and I went very very slowly to not
mess up. Mascara was the most difficult. I think I may have put it on too
heavy, but I didn't know how to fix it. Sara came back in to check on me.
She was not yet dressed, but had bra, panties and pantyhose on. Just like
me. She laughed and asked me if I was going for the prostitute look and
if so, I had nailed it. I asked her if we could do it again. She laughed
again and so that there wasn't enough time. She then told me that the
prostitute look was a good look for me and maybe I'd get lucky and get
propositioned by men during my work day today.
She told me to get up and bring my wig over. I did as she told and handed
it to her. She then took a long look at my wig. She asked me what
happened to it. I told her that I had accidentally fallen asleep with it
on. She picked up the hair brush and gave me a hard whack on my pantied
ass. She said that was so I would never forget again to take my wig off
for bed. She explained that the wig was currently an asset in the motel's
inventory and I needed to take exceptional care of it. She then grabbed
my testicles through the panties and squeezed just like earlier and told
me to nod if I understood. I quickly nodded. She released my balls and
started brushing the wig out. While I rubbed my sore butt, I wondered
what she meant about the wig. I thought it was given to me.
Finally, it was time for the lipstick. She told me that she was going to
give me a tube and I was to reapply my lipstick after meals and after
every cigarette. She told me that would give me the real world experience
I needed. She said that based on my makeup job, cocksucker red would be
appropriate. She pulled the tube out and noticed that it had not been
used yet. She then told me that she was not authorized yet to bill
inventory items to my employee account unfortunately needed to give me a
tube that was not brand new. I was a bit puzzled but didn't have time to
speak before she was applying a creamy shiny pink shade to my lips.
After lipstick, she handed me the lipstick tube and a fancy pink compact
that had a lighted mirror. She told me to put them in my purse and
explained that would allow me to see what I was doing while reapplying my
lipstick. She reiterated that it would need to be reapplied after eating,
drinking and after every cigarette. She also told me that this compact
was also a motel asset right now and for me to take very good care of it.
I apparently looked puzzled. She told me that they would be mine after
she was authorized to charge to my account. I told her I had no idea what
she meant.
During my tipsy time at my first visit to the motel, they mentioned an
account, but I'd never signed a contract regarding one. I told her that I
had no account. She then told me that my wife had been called and she
agreed to a binding contract that I would pay for items related to my
employment including the dress I was wearing, the shoes, falsies, wig,
makeup lessons and anything else that the motel deemed essential. Until
the time that the contract was physically signed, all of those items were
only borrowed as they couldn't put them on my account. Any money that I
earned working at the motel would go to expenses first, then any left
over to an escrow account in my wife's name.
Apparently, I must have been kind of in shock as she aimed me to the door
and told me it was time for work. She told me that I could leave my
suitcase at the front desk and to get out. She pushed me out the door and
I start my slow walk to the motel office to clock in.
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