by Ruby Madden
Lupita nodded. “Would you like some?” She asked, gesturing to a pan full of scrambled eggs and another with bacon.
“Sure, but only if there is plenty for both of us.” I smiled warmly, nuzzling my mug of coffee and keeping it close to my chest as I sipped at it.
“Of course, Lupita always prepares extra food.” She said, a mother-like smile on her face. Like many women who shared her nurturing spirit, she enjoyed feeding those she cared for.
Lupita then politely shooed me away and I sat down at the table to peruse a morning paper. A few moments later, a steaming plate of eggs with cheese, garlic and salsa were set before me, complimented by bacon, toast, orange juice and all the fixings needed for a simple but yummy breakfast.
We chatted about TV shows and when the meal was over, I was quick to clean up our plates. I didn’t want Lupita thinking that I didn’t appreciate her thoughtful kindness and meal preparation. I’d pull my weight in the Manor in every way possible. I intended to stay and make this place my new home.
“Anna and the others will sleep in since Master is away. You should acquaint yourself with the Manor. Take a tour. I’ll be back around ten thirty to make brunch for everyone. It will be your second breakfast, our secret.” She winked and then left the kitchen to tend to her daily chores.
I decided her suggestion was a good one. Luckily, the Manor was warmer as the heating was now turned up. Although I was only dressed in a robe, I decided to wander the Manor and take the tour.
As I walked, room to room, corridor from corridor, the priceless quality of the mansion revealed itself. The Cardiff family’s history was on the walls, with artwork and paintings that revealed their heritage and lineage. The entire place was designed for a man, with a modern, yet classic touch. Warmth found its way in via the vintage heirlooms from the family. Certain antiques that managed to inter-mingle with the design and decoration.
One thing was certain, Master’s interior designer was a very talented individual.
It was in the library, a rather large one at that, in which I found a procession of family portraits. Gazing at them, it was to my delight that the last one I saw was of Master Sebastian, or Earl, as he was referred to. For a man not yet in his thirties, he had a keen, knowing gaze that belied a wisdom older than he seemed.
Handsome too, but a unique type of attractiveness. Not necessarily a celebrity or sports type of masculine appeal. More like a man from an era of long ago. Gentlemanly, even. I wondered in what room he would choose to spank me in, the first time. If I was lucky, it would be this one.
I loved libraries. I loved books.
My simple life hid a simple truth. My favorite past-time was reading. I’d never been very social or into the scene. I’d practically grown up in libraries and bookstores. When other teens were out experimenting with sex, drugs and whatever thrill of the day was to be had, I was content to spend my evenings and weekends reading. Lost in worlds nearby and afar, back in time with classics or forward motion into science fiction. Wherever I lived, I knew the librarians by name and my library card was more valuable to me than any debit or credit card.
Private, safe, and happy. I lived and loved the written word.
One of the many, but perhaps my most favorite, privilege of working for the wealthy was that they often had libraries in their homes. Some were more used and cherished than others. Some practically unused and entirely for appearances. Not once, in the entire time I’d been in their employ, had I been denied access to a private library. Most seemed grateful that someone was actually interested in and reading the books. As long as I took care of and respected their private collection, I was allowed access.
My fingers ran along the spines of a shelf of books. This library was both, well-stocked and organized. Beautifully bound classics interwoven with modern masterpieces. It was sensual and lush, having access to that much reading material.
I plucked a book from the shelf, something that I’d been wanting to sample for a while now. I sat down in a plush, grey velvet chair, opened the book and before I knew it, hours had passed. A mantle clock chimed away the passing time and I stirred myself from the book once I realized it was nearing eleven.
I’d miss brunch!
Or second breakfast, as Lupita had called it.
I quickly put the book back in its spot on the shelf, making a mental note of the last page number I’d read. Making my way back to the kitchen, I was glad to see that everyone was lounging and eating, a lazy start to the day underway.
“Well, good morning cherie. Have a good sleep did you?” Amber taunted, a lascivious grin on her face.
Once again, conversation came to a slight lull upon my entry. I knew I must be blushing as I made my way to the table and sat down. I busied myself preparing another cup of coffee, doing my best to ignore all the curious gazes peering my way.
“Oui.” It was all I said, peeking out shyly from over my cup of coffee.
The group of them laughed, giggled or grinned and conversation got right back on track to where it was before my arrival had interrupted it. Today, it was a mixture of cosmetics, a night-time drama that sounded more like a soap opera and a nervous discussion between Anna and Carmen about her final term as a PhD student.
Preparing myself a plate of fresh fruit and cottage cheese, I listened in as Anna talked in depth about her doctoral thesis and what she needed to work on. I was stunned.
Anna was getting her PhD?!
Fascinated, I wondered what else I would learn about the others. Were they all equally so ambitious? Smart? Talented? As if I wasn’t already intimidated, I felt even more-so in light of this new insight into Anna.
Again, I listened quietly, eating my food slowly and observing the banter going back and forth between them. In time, I would come to know them better and I found myself genuinely looking forward to this.
“Any word on Master?” I asked, finally allowing my curiosity get the best of me. It was the first time I’d referenced him as much, to myself and amongst the maids. Conversation came to a slight lull but no one seemed to mind me asking.
“We know he arrived safely, but it’s looking like he will be there a while. Although he prefers the States, he has lots of family stuff to take care of when his Mother passes.” Anna explained. “For now, we’re all getting a bit of a break, with the exception of surveillance time.” She winked at me knowingly.
“Oh, okay.” I said, blushing again.
“You really are cute when you blush, you know that?” Trina announced, peeking away from texting on her cell phone. It seemed it was always in her elegant, manicured hands. I wondered who she was texting all the time.
I squirmed in my chair, wishing it could swallow me whole. I was certain I’d blushed an even deeper a shade of pink, if that was possible. “Thank you, I think?” I managed to squeak out.
“Okay ladies, I got errands and shopping to do. BUT, before I go, who wants to join me and who wants to stay put and put in some surveillance time today? Master has requested three hours in his office, den and library.” Anna asked, peering at each of us momentarily.
“The library?” Caitlin asked, puzzled.
“Yes, the library.” Anna stated matter-of-factly.
“Odd.” Caitlin said and all nodded their heads in agreement, differing looks of surprise or puzzlement on their faces.
“Why is that odd?” I asked innocently.
“Master Earl tends to favor certain rooms of the Manor and avoids others. He almost never requests us to spend time cleaning in the library. But, today, for whatever reason, he has.” Anna shared.
I swallowed hard, hoping no one noticed. Did his request have something to do with me spending time in the library reading? I didn’t know whether to be flattered, worried or nervous. All of the above?
In the end, Carmen and Amber went into town with Anna. Trina, Caitlin and I stayed to do our shifts. Trina took me under her wing, agreeing to help me get prepared.
I had to suppress a nervous giggle.
How hard could it be? I was just pretend-cleaning in a sexy maid uniform. People had done stranger things to earn a living.
~ ~ ~ ~
Sebastian sat at the desk in his old bedroom. His Mac-book was open and he was reading an international crime, mystery thriller. Suffering from jetlag and in an attempt to lure himself to sleep, he’d decided to do some frivolous reading.
He disliked what would turn into either a very short day or a very long day to make up the time-zone difference. Initially, after lunch and basic pleasantries with his Mother’s staff, he’d excused himself to take a nap, but sleep wouldn’t come.
So, here he sat – reading instead.
Curious as to what the maids were doing, he pulled up his surveillance footage. The Manor was quiet. Most were still sleeping or just starting their day in the States.
Except for Celeste. She was curled up in a chair in the library – reading.
Sebastian smiled. She was wearing the pink robe that he’d asked Anna to place at the end of her bed. The robe flattered her sweet curves. He could see her nipple buds pushing through the silky material. Her robe draped somewhat open, her long, slender legs resting on an ottoman. Her long hair fell around her serene face. She was completely absorbed by whatever she was reading.
She seemed perfectly happy and content. Like a cat.
He didn’t know why, but this pleased him. Her simple satisfaction. It was about time someone appreciated the library at the Manor.
He pulled up his email and sent Anna a request for the day’s entertainment. A wicked grin on his face as he clicked send and resumed reading his eBook.
~ ~ ~ ~
I heard Trina’s light knock on my door and when I opened it, I gasped. She looked amazing…
“Wow…” I said, admiring her creamy skin, her red-hair piled on top of her head in an old-fashioned bun, curly wisps of hair surrounding her gorgeous face. “You are stunning. Like a Hollywood starlet.”
“Thank you.” She said, stepping into my room. “I’m flattered.” Genuinely modest, she smiled brightly.
I took a step back and put my hands out, presenting myself to her. “How do I look?” I asked, hoping I’d achieved the right effect. I’d found my work outfit, the maid costume and accessories laid out on my bed, when I’d made my way back to my room after brunch. I’d been amazed at how well it fit despite having not told anyone my size. I assumed it was Anna who’d put it there for me.
“Absolutely scrumptious.” Trina said, beaming at me. “I have just a little something I want to do with your hair, if that’s okay?”
She led me into my bathroom which looked like a tornado had run through a cosmetics counter at an upper-scale department store. The evidence of all my preening, primping and attempt at getting myself perfect for my first real shift. I’d been pleasantly surprised when I’d open a couple of drawers to find them teeming with top quality cosmetics, all new and unused.
“I see you found the goodies drawers.” Trina said grinning, eying my goodies.
“Did I ever, it’s amazing…” I said.
“Only the best for his maids. Get used to it. He loves to spoil us.” Trina shared.
She pulled out a curling iron from one of the drawers and plugged it in. She undid my hair, which I’d pulled back in an attempt to look classy.
“He’ll love your long hair. I was thinking we can give it some curls, framing around your face?”
I grinned, “By all means. You know better than I what he likes.”
While we waited for the curling iron to heat up, Trina tweaked and pulled at my outfit. She hoisted my breasts up and closer together. Then she tightened my maid collar, redid the bow I’d attempted to tie. Tucking my skirt up so my ass played a good job of peek-a-boo.
“Turn around.” She requested, but pretty much forcibly turned me about before I could comply with her request. Just like a costume designer before a big stage show, she was in an altogether different mode.
“Pink!” Trina exclaimed peering brazenly at my barely there thong. I then saw her eyes flicker to all of the other pink-colored accents to my maid outfit.
“Yes?” I asked.
“Wow… Pink and time in the library. He really is besotted by you.” She murmured to herself.
Puzzled, my eyebrows dangerously close together in confused concentration, “What do you mean?” I asked.
She peered at me via the mirror. “Anna and I have worked here the longest of all the maids. The last maid he designated pink for was for a woman he was highly fond of. He was very upset when she left however. Unbeknownst to all of us, she had been dating someone and they eloped. It was all very sudden.” Trina shared.
“Oh…” I said, still not knowing what the color pink meant. “I don’t get it?”
Trina whirled me around again, picking up the curling iron and went to work on my long hair. My long, plain brown, boring, mousy hair.
“It’s been at least two years since he had one of us wear pink…”
I noted that all of the accents of her outfit and maid costume were emerald green. “So, the colors are like our designation, if you will?”
“Yes, exactly. Yours being pink, apparently. A color we haven’t seen on a maid in over two years at the Manor.” She arched her eyebrow up, peering at me via the mirror.
“Oh…” I said, unsure as to what I should be thinking or feeling. “Is that a good thing?”
Trina nodded gently, “Yes, I believe it is.” Her knowing smile only confused me more.
What in the world was going on???
Once she was content with my appearance for my first shift, she gave me very simple instructions. From the moment I entered one of the designated rooms, I was ‘on’. An erotic titillater-of-sorts. To make it easy, she more or less just advised me to copy-cat her and play along. Trina explained that Caitlin was working her shift in one of the other rooms, in a sort of rotation with us while we spent time in the office, den and library.
“Be precocious, have fun. Feel sexy, from the inside. That is where it’s all at, really. Truthfully. Okay?”
I took a deep breath, it was now or never. I just needed to get this first shift done and over with already. “Yes, let’s do this.”
Trina led me to his den and we set about organizing items, dusting frivolously with our feather-dusters. I was amused to hear Trina humming to herself, her pretty, pouty lips pursed together as if to please.
She didn’t simply bend over, she arched over, at every opportunity that she could. All of her graceful movements were sexually suggestive whenever possible and she frequently touched herself and her outfit. Gentle caresses and barely-there grazing with her fingertips moves. Cleavage peeked out, her maid skirt always generously revealing her shapely behind. All of it gave her a very feminine, seductive vibe.
Hell, I was getting aroused watching her work! No wonder the Master did…
Time went by and I started to get the hang of it, the feel for it. It was awkward at first, but once I started to play and pretend, not taking myself too seriously, my inner coquette came to life and took over. She may have lacked the grace and experience the rest of the maids had already cultivated, but I was enjoying this new side of myself.
When we entered the library I’d been in earlier and began the last work-hour for the day – I was warmed up and feeling much more at ease. I caught a glance of myself in an elegant baroque-style mirror over the fireplace mantel that was angled with a slight down-ward slant. I stopped dead in my tracks and gasped.
I looked amazing! Downright simmering…
Trina witnessed me self-admiring and she caught my eye, grinning warmly. She was acknowledging what I’d noticed about myself. Agreeing with me. It was honestly the very first time I’d ever felt truly lovely and sexually desirable. Not just going throu
gh the motions, but witnessing my own sex appeal. I felt desire leap in my core, my pussy flaming to life.
Although this self-revelation had made me pause, I quickly remembered that I was working.
I made my way to the mantle and picked out a feather duster from our portable maid kit. A square, light-weight brass bucket of sorts that held all sorts of cleaning supplies and equipment. Like a coquette, I set about dusting about as provocatively as I could muster. Ever-aware that watching eyes of our Master might be watching…
The time passed quickly and before I knew it, the mantle clock was chiming the end of our shift. In a way, I almost didn’t want it to end… which surprised me.
It surprised me very much.
~ ~ ~ ~
Witnessing a submissive blossom was a bit like watching a flower reveal and unveil its inner beauty, unfolding one day after the other. A delicate, mesmerizing, and agonizingly sweet process – Sebastian never tired of watching and the eventual outcome.
Their self-acceptance as a cherished, loved, desired and wanted being.
He knew that many may not understand exactly why he spent half a million a year to watch his favorite form of art – his harem of maids. Nor did he care. Any man with any sense would be envious. A woman and all of her beauty, sexual or otherwise, was sought out, desired, hungered for and slaved over. Although the world foolishly believed men ran the planet, it was his personal belief that quite the opposite was true. In its own way.
He’d paused and rewound the part when Celeste had initially caught sight of herself in the mirror over the fireplace mantle in the library. First, how surprised she seemed and then the pleased smile that graced her face once she’d acknowledged her own attractiveness.
There it was – easy for him to see beyond her plain façade – the way in which she self-revealed a far more passionate core than she even yet knew or understood. Celeste was a sleeping beauty, yet un-awakened. Currently waking to her true nature.
If he wasn’t an ocean away, he’d have quickly found her in the library and pushed her right out of her comfort zone.
