by Mistress Kaz
“So, you are the house maid?” I asked hesitantly.
“House maid, part time chef, dresser, make-up artist, camera person, advisor, general dogsbody. You name it I do it, so anything you need that will make your stay here more comfortable, you just let me know.”
He said this with a searching gaze and patted me on the shoulder. I smiled and nodded wanting to ask so many questions, but not wanting to appear rude. Did he always wear women’s clothes? Did he identify as a he or a she? I bit my tongue and instead asked if there was an itinerary.
“First things first poppet.” Maid chastised gently.
He had a quiet confidence about him. He was insistent in such a gentle and coaxing manner.
“Breakfast first.” He clapped his hands together excitedly as he said this, as if he was announcing that the Queen was joining us for breakfast.
Maid pottered out of the room and then returned with a rattling serving trolley which was stacked up with dishes. He began to remove the lids from the serving trays and a magnificent smell of sizzling bacon, scrambled eggs and sweet pastries wafted up.
On closer inspection, the dishes were a gastronomical delight. Mounds of fluffy scrambled egg was whipped up with slivers of smoked salmon and dill. There was a plate of grilled Portobello mushrooms and roasted cherry tomatoes with crisp French toast on the side. There was even a platter of exotic fruits; pineapple, mango, passion fruit, dragon fruit and succulent peaches. Another bowl contained creamy Greek yoghurt and there was a small pot of homemade Apricot preserve. The huge urn of fresh steaming coffee was particularly welcoming and I breathed in the delightful scent eager for my caffeine fix. My stomach churned in appreciation and my mouth watered at the delicious looking feast before me.
"You must keep your energy up” Maid told me as if I was a sickly school girl staying in her Auntie’s house for the summer holidays. “The Mistress won't be happy otherwise. Get some sustenance and I'll have your costume laid on the bed by the time you are finished.”
The word sustenance certainly didn’t do this feast justice and I smiled in bemusement.
Maid nodded encouragingly then turned on his heel and flounced out of the room, his little skirts flowing up and down as he skipped along in his heels and his plaits bouncing up and down merrily behind him.
I was almost disappointed by Maid’s departure. There was so much I wanted to ask him. My stomach growled loudly again and I took this as a sign to tuck in. I seated myself at the table and despite the temptation to eat everything, I had a tiny portion of everything, a generous serving of fruit and two cups of rich and lightly creamed coffee. I could have eaten more, but I didn’t want to start my day feeling bloated and lethargic and besides, I wanted to look my best.
I smiled to myself bemused for a moment. This was quite an odd place, but I was certain that there was more to come! Just as I was finishing up, Maid appeared on cue and directed me to the bathroom where he had run me a hot steaming bath.
The bathroom was small and cosy with a narrow-arched window that looked out onto orchards. Everything seemed to be made from black marble including the bath, with flecks of glitter. It was a mix of old tradition with more contemporary fittings. I loved the soft blue LED lights which were dotted around the ceiling. It was like everything in this opulent manor house was designed for pleasure and relaxation…well other than Mistress’s rather savage implements that is!
Maid seemed to have vanished again to give me some privacy. For a moment, I had been concerned that he might have been instructed to bathe me.
I allowed my robe to slip from my shoulders and fall to the ground. Then I stepped into the hot steaming bath and slid under the water. Pale pink petals floated around me and the water was sweetly fragranced with rose and orchid which was a nice touch. Lady Athena might be a strict Mistress who kept us all in line, but she certainly knew how to make her guests feel welcome and had superb taste.
I sunk down deeper into the bath water allowing it to rise over my face. I held my breath as the water covered my head. The hot water felt wonderful to my aching muscles, like a warm blanket enveloping me. My flesh tingled and my hands started to travel south. Then abruptly, I pulled my hands tight to my chest scolding myself mentally. I remembered Mistresses strict instructions about not touching myself. But then she had said yesterday “No touching today!” For a moment, I toyed with the idea of misbehaving myself, but decided that I best not risk displeasing Princess. Damn!
After a long luxurious soak in the bath tub, I returned to the bedroom. Drying my hair on the towel I discovered that Maid had indeed left my 'costume' on the bed. I examined the neat and perfectly folded pile - a tight latex mini dress in black with little suspender hooks at the bottom; a set of silk black stockings and a pair of black shiny knee high boots with a ridiculously high heel. I wasn't quite sure how I would walk in those, but was excited at the prospect of putting it all on.
There was a knock at the door and Maid appeared.
"I'm awfully sorry but I must help you into the latex. It isn't an easy process and Princess will be furious if it is ripped. You know you must get used to being comfortable naked around others now. Princess will not tolerate coyness."
I was about to protest, then remembered my reasons for coming here.
“Thank you, Maid,” I said agreeably.
Maid set about lubricating the inside of the dress and helped me to step into it. He slowly squeezed it up over my legs and hips, taking great care with the fabric and shining it as he went until it shone beautifully. He pulled it up over my breasts apologising as he went. Maid had a very gentle touch and seemed very earnest about doing a good job. I didn't feel threatened and soon started to enjoy being dressed by someone else and having my hair brushed. Then again, it was probably quite hard to feel threatened by a man in a goldilocks wig and heels!
Soon the dress was on and the latex clung to my hips, behind and breasts. I had to admit it looked amazing and I loved the way the fabric squeezed tightly against my skin! Maid helped me into the stockings which glided on and clung to my legs. I couldn't resist the urge to stroke them.
"Quite beautiful aren't they Miss?" said Maid. "Mistress must be fond of you. Not everyone gets such nice things." he gave me a cheeky wink and flashed his sheer black stockings at me. He wore a black garter at the top of one stocking which had the word ‘maid’ sewn onto it with silver stitches.
He flashed me that delighted grin again and mock whispered "We are two of the lucky ones!"
I laughed and realised I really was starting to like this unusual fellow!
Feeling a little more relaxed, I asked “Why are you called Maid? Why not a name, rather than a job title?”
“Oh, I like it.” Maid said fluttering his lashes and nodded profusely. “I enjoy serving. A life of servitude is one I find rewarding and thrilling. Being called Maid makes me feel more submissive and appeals to my feminine side,”
I nodded and thought that yes it did seem like a rather appropriate name for him.
Maid applied my make up next like an absolute professional. Previously, I had a few reservations about a 40-year-old man in a dress applying my make-up, but my prejudices and concerns were completely unfounded. Maid picked up a soft brush and blended the perfect shade of foundation over my skin, to give it a gorgeous dewy peaches and cream effect.
Next, he blended smoky lilac and grey eyeshadows over my lids, plumped up my lips and did something quite magical with the blusher brush which gave me cheekbones you could cut diamonds on. He finished the look with a long pair of jet black lashes that emphasised my eyes. Then Maid took me by the wrist and lead me to the mirror excitedly awaiting my reaction.
I gaped at my reflection – I looked like a Hollywood star! As I stood admiring my new look, I could see Maid reflected in the mirror next to me. He was sifting through a bag from which he pulled a gorgeous long brunette wig. It was a deep chocolate brown, glossy and about waist length. As I admired it, he expertly pulled it over my head and pinned it into po
sition. He tousled the roots and wrapped the ends around his fingers to give me soft glamourous curls. It was a very different look to normal and no one would ever recognise me!
Finally, Maid helped me step into the high heeled boots. The PVC felt cool to the touch as I slid my legs in and they enveloped my legs beautifully as Maid laced them up. Despite the heel height, they felt comfortable wrapping tightly around my legs up to the knee.
When the boots were tightly laced, I stood and took a few steps forward, holding my arms a little to the side for balance. I hobbled a little bit to start with, but soon got used to walking in them. I span around admiring myself. The latex dress only covered my bottom half way down though and as I moved I felt suddenly conscious of this.
Maid didn’t bat an eyelid though and I was thankful of his reassuring presence.
"You look quite fabo, Miss Amelia." said Maid. "Just be sure to do whatever the Princess says. Oh, and make sure you sign those forms before she arrives" He gestured to a pile of paperwork on the bed, twirled dramatically, gave his customary hair flick and then made his exit, curtseying as he went.
'What a funny, but lovely chap' I thought as I picked up the papers.
I rifled through the documents. They appeared to be consent forms agreeing to the services I had paid for during my holiday of submission.
"In for a penny in for a pound' I said aloud to myself and signed with a flourish. Then I sat and waited.
Mistress arrived soon after Maid left. She looked even more sensational than before. She was clad in a short black leather skirt which emphasised her toned legs. They were taut and the muscle in her thighs tightened as she walked. Fishnet stockings travelled up to the top of her thigh and was attached to a suspender clip.
She wore a boned leather corset with lacing which was pulled in tightly at the back, showing off her tiny waist. Around her neck was a black choker with a sparkling cameo design at the centre. On closer inspection, the Cameo design was a skull with sapphires in place of eyes. They shone back at me in a manner that made them seem to be alive.
Mistresses hair was flowing loose today and was parted on one side. The soft golden waves bounced around as she moved and she looked every inch the wicked vixen who would be able to corrupt me and bend me to her will. Not that I would need a great deal of persuasion.
Athena sat next to me on the bed, her skirt riding further up her thighs. She saw my eyes cast over her legs and I blushed. She smiled sweetly, but had a wicked glint in her eye.
“You did very well yesterday.” She said with approval.
“Thank you, Mistress.” I said softly meeting her gaze a little shyly.
“I have a little surprise for you my pretty little harlot.” She grinned as she spoke and I could almost detect excitement in her tone. Or was it something else?
Then she said, “Anything you want to discuss before I send Maid for you?”
I hesitated then said, “Mistress, thank you I have enjoyed my time here so far. Maid is very pleasant too. It is an honour to be here and I am sure you know what is best for me.”
“Good girl.” Mistress kissed me softly on the forehead and departed and that was that. She only ever said what was necessary. She didn’t make small talk and seemed to study you as you spoke. I suppose that was all part of the mysterious package.
Maid collected me soon after and seemed a little perturbed as we walked the long dark corridors to the dungeon.
“Well Mistress has um asked that you errr…”
“What is it Maid? Just tell me.”
“She wants you to enter the room with your panties around your ankles.”
I almost laughed and sighed a huge sigh of relief. Naturally I was embarrassed about entering a room full of strangers with my panties round my ankles, but I had expected something much worse!
‘I’ll be fine.’ I thought to myself and I was, that is until we reached the dungeon door and then it became real. My heart hammered in my chest and I felt beads or perspiration forming on my back. I paused outside the door.
“How many are in there Maid?” I asked nervously.
Maid paused to pull a black masquerade mask over my face and adjusted it as he spoke in hushed tones.
“Hmmm, 5 or 6 plus the Mistress, my little flower. The first session with strangers watching is always the hardest, but it gets a lot easier after that. Enjoyable.” He fluttered his lashes as he said the word enjoyable and I giggled.
“Have you done public play Maid?” I pushed.
“When I first got here I would partake. Often Mistress used me in demonstrations, training other Mistresses how to use the cane or showing other slaves how to behave and address their Mistress. As I’ve aged I’ve become to enjoy servitude more. At some point, you get a little too old for these high jinks. Enjoy it whilst you are young.” He said this wistfully and I suspected Maid was perhaps older than I had presumed.
I realised he was right though. One day I would be too old for such games, I should live in the moment. Impulsively I hugged Maid, much to his surprise. He gaped and then patted me on the arm.
“Here goes. Wish me luck” I said and slipped my panties down to my ankles before I could change my mind.
“Good luck, not that you need it. You look divine.” Maid reassured me.
Maid opened the door and lead me in. I hung back a little, clinging to him and lurking nervously behind him.
The room reminded me of a cave. It was built from stone and lit with soft glowing amber lanterns which hung from the walls. It radiated an air of ambience. It was primal yet cosy and comforting. Still, I felt a strong sense of foreboding and all the strength seemed to leave my body.
In the dim glow of the room, I counted six men kneeling patiently. As I entered, all heads turned towards us, or me rather. Each wore a leather hood as dark as ebony. In the low lighting, the eye sockets looked dark and mysterious. I was glad of the mask I wore and the wig. I could be anyone I wanted to be, another anonymous stranger. That thought gave me a little confidence.
Maid pushed the small of my back gently to motion me forward and I stepped awkwardly into the room. With all eyes on me, my dress felt ridiculously short and the panties around my ankles was so obvious. There is no denying that it felt strangely erotic to be dressed in this way. Part of me wanted to pull the dress down and protect my modesty and part of me wanted to spread my legs and give them a better look. My body was shaking, a mixture of nervousness and excitement, then Mistress was taking me by the arm and leading me to a desk.
Lady Athena was talking to the group as I approached but my head was swimming and I felt unable to focus on the words. As she finished speaking she seemed to notice me and reach out for my hand. I tottered toward her feeling extremely self-conscious.
Athena studied me slowly, her gaze scanning me up and down and then nodded in approval. Then without a word she bent me over the desk and parted my legs and started to caress then all over. The sensation of her stroking me, the rise of my cheeks and the swell of my thighs made every hair on my body stand on end.
“Keep those legs spread.” She instructed. “Now slaves you are about to learn the art of cunnilingus, so make sure you pay special attention as later one of you will be selected to demonstrate what you have learnt.”
There was a low whoop at this and Mistress tutted and warned “The best-behaved sub will be selected for this privilege.” The room fell silent.
Then to my surprise Mistress seated herself on the desk, rolled up her skirt and parted her legs.
“Show them what you can do Amelia.” She gestured for me to sink to my knees and I did so obediently. I crawled across the floor toward Athena in a way I hoped was sexy and appealing. Then I gazed up at her expectantly, drinking in the sight of this beautiful blonde Goddess before me.
Athena reached out and pushed my head in closer to her crotch until I was between her soft thighs, then she gestured for my hand, which she placed on the front of her black satin panties. They were silky to touch and
I slid my fingers over them admiring the soft fabric.
At first I pawed clumsily at Mistresses panties, until she leaned into me and whispered “Slowly” in my ear.
A little unsure of myself, I traced my fingertips around the edge of her black panties and teased them across the stretchy fabric that clung to her mound.
I wondered if I was doing ok. This wasn’t my first time pleasing a woman. I had dabbled in college and even had a girlfriend for a couple of months. That was a long time ago though and I wondered if I was a little rusty.
I edged my fingers inside Athena’s panties and she seemed to be enjoying my touch. At least, she made all the right noises and her hips were rocking slightly back and forth. Feeling bolder I slipped a finger in each side of her knickers and slowly tugged them down over her bronzed thighs, over the fishnet clad legs and completely off.
“Put them on a slave’s head and then come return to me.” Mistress commanded.
I giggled mischievously and hooked them over the nearest slave’s head. I could hear him breathing in deeply, no doubt savouring the scent of Mistress’s knickers.
I turned back to Athena. Her pussy was exposed to the group, yet she didn’t seem ashamed or nervous. She simply leant back completely at ease, with a look of amusement twinkling in her eyes.
Her pussy was neat and pretty with a thin thatch of blonde hair travelling down the centre. It was mostly shaven and bronzed like the rest of her flesh. She beckoned me and I came closer so that my face was just centimetres away from her pussy. I traced a finger down the middle and her lips opened slightly like a delicate flower welcoming the sunshine. I could see the firm bud of her clitoris and I tapped at it lightly. Mistress seemed to like this and I circled my finger watching for her reaction. She threw her head back and her lips parted. Her eyes were closed and her long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings against the tops of her cheeks. As I stroked her clitoris her hips gyrated a little more each time and she moaned softly, her fingers tangling in my hair.
It was the prettiest pussy I had ever seen and I stroked it gently, whilst covering her soft golden thighs with gentle kisses. She reached down and stroked my hair as I did so. It was a move that felt genuinely affectionate and it pleased me to be sharing a more intimate connection with Mistress. I was still very aware of my submissive role and eager to please Athena. For a moment though, I forgot all about the sea of faces gazing upon us and I parted my lips and used the tip of my tongue to tease her clitoris.
