Date: Fri, 24 Nov 2006 12:04:38 +0000 (GMT)
From: Josie Crupper <josiecrupper@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Maid to Serve

This is a story of lesbian fiction, if it offends, please do not read!  If
you like this story, please mail me at josiecrupper@yahoo.co.uk

Maid to Serve

`Josie ... Come in, come in ... I'm so glad you could help me out like
this.' Mistress Megan held open the door to her apartment, and as I walked
in, I felt the normal jumble of emotions rise up and threaten to overwhelm
me.
    I had received a text message from her at 4.30, while I was sitting
rather bored in a meeting at the bank where I work. I was helping on a
presentation to a group of fund managers who all thought they were rather
clever and wonderful, but unfortunately, I didn't. It had been a long
boring afternoon and my role had been one of support; making sure files
were on hand and notes were taken properly. When my phone had chimed with
the text message, I had received a frown from my boss for having the
audacity to receive a text, and some strange looks from the others in the
room as they watched me reading it blushing furiously.

Josie, Please be a dear and help out this evening.  I have two special
guests coming for dinner. I need serving Staff - uniform provided. 7.30,
don't be late Megan.

    I could imagine what the uniform would be like and felt a thrill of
delightful naughtiness tingle through my pussy.
    I crossed my legs and glanced about the table. I knew I was blushing as
red as my blouse but at this moment I didn't really care.
    I hadn't heard from Mistress Megan for several weeks and had been
waiting for a call or text, and was both thrilled and nervous to know
another game was about to take place. I wasn't going to have time to go
back to my apartment and change, but I could pop into the gym for a shower
... at least I could if this meeting finished in time.
    The meeting was a special one for my office, so I had taken a more
effort with what I was wearing that day. I had on a smart grey business
suite – very proper, with the skirt cut just above the knee. A red blouse,
black tights and sexy red underwear to match the blouse – and had felt
smart and sexy all day.
    The meeting broke up a little after six and I dashed out to the gym to
freshen up - picking up a pair of seamed black stockings and a suspender
belt on the way (I couldn't turn up at my Mistresses house in tights, or
gad-awful sexless pantyhose, as my American friend, Annie called them!) -
and dashed over to Mistress Megan's apartment.
    `Just drop your coat and bag in the spare room,' called Megan,
disappearing towards the kitchen. I did so, noticing two costume bags
hanging on the wardrobe as I left, then came out and joined her in the
lounge. She handed me a glass of white wine and gave me a quick kiss on the
cheek.
    `Would you mind putting some music on, please, Josie, something
soft. I've had a stressful day and need to unwind a little before my guests
arrive.'
    `Yes, Mistress.' I went to the music centre and had a look through the
CD's scattered on the shelf above, and chose a `Café del Mar' volume. The
music began and the door bell chimed, jolting me back to reality and making
my stomach tighten with nerves.'
    `It's alright, relax,' said Megan. Smiling, she pinched my bottom as
she went past to the door. `That'll be Helen. She'll also be serving this
evening. My dinner guests won't be here for some time yet.'
    Megan came back in leading a very nervous Helen by the hand. That was
how Mistress Megan liked her girls, nervous. Helen and I had been involved
in games before. On our last encounter, she had helped `Doctor' Megan give
me a very public examination playing the part of `Nurse.' She smiled when
she saw me, and I think we both took a little comfort from the other's
presence.
    The three of us chatted for a while sipping our wine, allowing the
nerves to subside a little, and then Megan clapped her hands.
    `We should all be getting ready, they'll be here soon. If you two will
help each other out in the spare room, your outfits are hanging on the
wardrobe. I'll be in to check on you in a little while.'
    I followed Helen into the bedroom. It was a little cramped so we pushed
the single bed against the wall to make a bit more room. Taking out the
first costume bag, Helen unzipped it, took out the costume and held it
up. It was a French Maid's uniform on a hanger. She blushed red as she took
the separate pieces and laid them on the bed.
    `This is tiny!' she exclaimed, holding up a little ruffled skirt. It
was lacy and black, and flared out by several stiff white petticoats sewn
inside.
    The door opened and Megan came in.
    `Ladies, you're not even undressed yet. Strip!'
    Feeling weak, I started to undo the cuffs of my blouse and realised I
was blushing the same as Helen. Helen was hesitating and appeared
uncomfortable.
    `Helen, I said strip! Get naked, now! I want you both to do as you're
told, without me having to repeat myself, do you understand?'
    `Yes, Mistress,' we both chimed, and then hurried to remove our clothes
as fast as we could. For a few minutes, we bumped into each other in the
confined space, removing skirts, blouses and underwear while Megan sat on
the bed and watched.
    Despite her slow start, Helen was naked first. She stood shivering
slightly, staring at the floor, covering her pussy with one hand while the
other was held across her breasts. I knew just how she felt. As I rolled
down my last stocking, I felt terribly exposed in Mistress Megan's
unsmiling gaze. Part of me wanted to grab my clothes and run, while the
slut in me wanted this to continue so I could be embarrassed and humiliated
for Megan's pleasure.
    Finally naked, I stood with my hands over my pussy and stared at the
carpet. I felt my nipples harden. I have quite big breasts and large
prominent nipples, especially when they're erect. The nipples become hard
and the areoles tighten and crinkle, I'm quite proud of them but also,
believe it or not, I'm very shy.
    `Don't cover yourselves. You're mine to do with as I wish and you do
not cover yourselves. Put your hands at your sides and don't move.'
    Standing up, Megan ran her hands over each of us - squeezing and
rolling our breasts and then pulling our nipples until they became fully
erect. I loved the feeling of helplessness, knowing I couldn't move while
my mistress touched me. Being told what to do, and feeling the power my
mistress held over me is an incredible turn on.
    `Both of you put one leg on the bed. I want to examine your pussies.'
We both complied and I was glad I'd taken the time to trim and shave
earlier. Megan got down in front of us and I glanced down as she got closer
to my vagina.
    `Spread your lips, Josie.' I did as she asked and shivered as her
tongue darted out to lap once and then again at my gaping cunt. I stood
with two fingers spreading myself even as she turned to Helen and tasted
her. I could hear Helen's breathing quicken and she gasped as Megan's
tongue made contact the first time. Having finished her inspection, Megan
stood up.
    `Delicious, and very pretty, girls. I want you to put your stockings
and suspender belts on first and then you can do your make-up.' She passed
us stockings, still in their packets, and thin black suspender belts.
    I clipped the suspender belt around my waist and then opened the
stockings; a fine fishnet ... black, of course.  I tried to make Mistress
happy by making a show of putting them on. Keeping my legs straight
whenever possible and giving her a good look at my bottom as I bent over. I
noticed Helen doing the same beside me, remaining bent forward as she felt
Mistress Megan touch her, squeezing her bottom appreciatively for a moment
before spreading her cheeks to kiss her anus – Helen gave a sweet little
sigh.
    Next, we were given black patent leather ankle-boots with five-inch
heels, which we quickly put on, and then we were led to the bathroom. Helen
had smaller breasts than mine and I was thrilled to catch Mistress looking
past her, watching as my larger breasts moved with each step.
    The boots were difficult to adjust to - at least if I wanted to appear
sexy but I enjoy wearing heels and was pretty sure I was walking well in
them.
    She placed makeup onto the dressing table. `I want you both to look the
same, so both use the same make-up, it will add to the spectacle of my two
house-maids. One stunning blond, and one stunning brunette. She was
stroking our bottoms as we looked at her reflection in the mirror.
    `There's red lipstick, and green, grey and blue eye-shadow, use them
all. I want to see far too much makeup ladies, remember you're sluts so
look like sluts for me. Oh, and red nail varnish, you can come out when the
nail varnish is dry.'
    Thirty minutes later, were back in the bedroom.
    We put on the rest of the uniforms. White lacy tops with cap-sleeves,
the neckline elasticised so it could easily be lowered. Over this, I put on
a tight black `waspie' corset, cinched at the waist to just below my
breasts, and then the little black skirt with the stiff petticoats that
come to just above our stocking tops. With a grin, Mistress Megan passed us
small white aprons and mop hats to finish the look. I took them
reluctantly, aware I was now a sexual fantasy figures, but also aware that
I was feeling a strange mixture of sexy, ridiculous and extreme
self-consciousness.
    `You both look incredibly sexy.'
    `Thank you Mistress,' we both bobbed a curtsey.
    `There ... There aren't any knickers, mistress,' murmured Helen. I
turned to see her pulling at her skirt trying to make it cover her bottom.
    `No, there aren't any knickers,' confirmed Mistress Megan with a
smile. `Leave your skirt alone, your bottom is meant to be seen.' The
doorbell went before anyone could say anything else, and we followed her to
the door.
    `Don't let me down, girls. If you refuse any of my requests this
evening, I will punish you severely. Do you understand?'
    `Yes, Mistress.' Bobbing another curtsy, I glanced across at Helen then
reached out and squeezed her hand. She smiled but looked as nervous as I
felt.

`Megan, I hope we're not too early?'
    `No, of course not. Katje, Julia, please, come in.' Megan stood back
from the door allowing two women to enter. They were both in their mid to
late thirties and very attractive. The first had short dark hair and wore a
fur coat. She let it fall from her shoulders as she came in and without a
word passed it to Helen who took it and folded it over her arm. Beneath the
coat, Katje, for that was her name, wore a short black dress, stockings and
heels.
    `You're very pretty,' she tilted Helen's chin with a finger, and then
glanced down at her uniform. `Very pretty indeed.' She glanced at me but
didn't say anything. The second woman now entered and I felt a wave of
panic rush through me – Julia Dale. She worked in my building, the floor
above me...she was beautiful, often a fantasy for me, long legs, big
breasts and a stern exterior that I had always felt hid a soft loving
heart, but...
    `Hello, Megan, and Josephine is here too, what a nice surprise.' She
looked me up and down, a smile on her lips. `I didn't expect to find you
here, Josephine. And dressed so...prettily, I never would have guessed.'
She kissed Megan on both cheeks and then unbuttoned her coat. Beneath, she
wore a black knee-length skirt and matching jacket, white blouse and black
stockings.
    `Where do you know my little pet, Josie, from?' Megan helped Julia
remove her coat and then passed it to me. Helen had already led Katje
through to the living room. I stared at Julia. This was no longer a
delicious game. Julia was part of my other life, my working life, the life
of prim and proper Josie Crupper. I wanted to cry and run away and this
Maid's uniform now felt ridiculous.
    `Oh, Josephine works in my company. I've watched her with interest but
only from afar. Different department and I had no idea she had similar ...'
She reached out and brushed a manicured finger gently down my exposed
cleavage, pulling the neckline just a little lower. `...interests. I've
been looking forward to tonight's dinner, Megan. But now doubly so.'
    I smiled uncertainly. Maybe this wasn't going to be too bad after all,
but Julia Dale could have me fired in an instant, and there would be
nothing I could do about it.
    `Well I'm glad to have brought you two together tonight. I'm sure Josie
will do everything she can to make you welcome, won't you, Josie?'
    `Yes, Mistress.' I blushed as the two women smiled at me.
    `Josie, please pick that bag up and put it on the shelf will you.'
Megan pointed to a black plastic bag close to the hall table and I realised
I was meant to show myself for them. I blushed and decided there was
nothing I could do but continue with the role I had been brought in to
play.
    `Yes, Mistress.' I turned and, making sure to keep my legs straight,
then slowly bent down and picked up the bag. The skirt hardly covered my
naked bottom when I was standing, but bent over I knew I was revealing
everything to the two women. I was standing with my legs slightly parted
and knew they were seeing my freshly shaven pussy lips, but at least my
anus wasn't exposed. I could feel their eyes on me, and despite my fears
that one of my banks senior partners was seeing me like this, I experienced
a rush of erotic pleasure. Before I could rise, I felt a hand on my lower
back indicating that I should remain bent over and on show for a moment – I
froze. A hand softly stroked my naked rear, gently cupping each exposed
cheek of my bottom in turn.
    `Well this is a side of Josephine that we never see in the office.'
    `This is the side that does anything I desire,' replied Mistress
Megan's voice. `Are you going to say anything in your office about her?'
    `No! please.' I tried to rise but the hand on my back pressed me back
down.
    `I'm not sure what I'll do about this,' came Julia Dale's voice. I felt
the cheeks of my bottom gently parted. `Of course if she is good I might
choose not to tell a soul...are you going to be good for me, Josephine?'
    Bent over like this with the cheeks of my bottom spread and a finger
slipping into my exposed vagina I would have been happy to do anything for
her. `Yes, Julia. I promise to be good for you.' I jerked as my bottom was
slapped.
    `You will refer to Julia as, Mistress Julia, do you understand, Josie?'
The question was followed by two further hard slaps and the finger in my
vagina was joined by one that touched against my anus, I gasped as it
pushed in.
    `Yes, Mistress Megan, Mistress Julia. I'll be good, I promise.' The
fingers were withdrawn, my skirt pulled down as far as it would go, and the
hand removed from my back. I stood on shaking legs and placed the bag that
I was still clutching, on the table.
    `Shall we go through and join Katje and Helen?' Megan guided Julia
through and I followed feeling very flushed and very worried.
    Katje was sitting back in an armchair holding up the hem of her dress
while Helen, kneeling in front of her, slid black lacy knickers down her
legs. As we came in, Helen glanced over at us but Katje took a handful of
her hair and pulled her face down into her pussy.
    Sighing blissfully, Katje glanced up at Megan. `I hope you don't mind
me taking advantage of your staff, but you know how I love a beautiful
blond eating my pussy, I just couldn't resist.'
    Megan smiled. `Well I might make you pay later, but please, go ahead
and enjoy the little slut.' She turned to me. Josie, please make sure that
Julia has everything she requires. I shall be preparing dinner in the
kitchen.
    As Megan disappeared to the kitchen, I glanced to the writhing figures
of Helen and Katje and then back into Julia Dents beautiful brown eyes. She
stared at me saying nothing.
    `Mistress, Julia. May I get you drink or ... or something?' I smiled,
cross with myself for blushing deeply but this was very embarrassing
moment. I had met Julia Dale on three previous occasions but each time I
had been dressed in prim and proper banking clothes. Standing in a French
Maid's uniform with a very short skirt, stockings and no knickers was
... frightening.
    `Something? And what would that something possibly be, Josephine? Are
you suggesting you get down on your knees and lick my pussy like your slut
friend is doing to Katje?'
    I bit my lip and then remembered my lipstick. `If you wish, Mistress,
I'll do anything you ask.'
    `I'm shocked with you Josephine. You're dressed like a slut and now
you're offering to do lewd and disgusting things for me ... do you like
working at the bank?'
    Oh, good grief. I felt tears well up. `Yes, Mistress Julia. I do like
working at the bank. Please...I'm so sorry for all of this and if...'
    `Turn around and bend over...that's right ... now, touch your toes and
don't move.'
    `Yes, Mistress Julia.' A little shocked, I did as she asked, bent over
and keeping my legs straight, held my stocking clad ankles. Once again, my
bottom and pussy were on display leaving me totally humiliated in front of
a senior work colleague.
    `Spread your legs.'
    `Yes, Mistress Julia.'
    `Pull up your stockings they're a disgrace, just like you. I can't
believe a representative of the bank would carry on in this disgusting
fashion.
    `Ow!' I flinched as her hand came down hard on my bare bottom, quickly
followed by several more. `Ow,ow ow! Please, Mistress, Julia.'
    `I shall have to consider very carefully how you should be
punished. Spread your bottom cheeks for me.'
    `Yes, Mistress Julia.' I did as she asked and waited for her fingers to
penetrate me, but nothing happened.
    `Stay like that, Josephine.' I heard her go to the kitchen leaving me
alone in a humiliating position. There was a muffled conversation, the
sound of a glass of wine being poured, and then she was back. Her hand,
chilled from the cold wineglass, began caressing my bare bottom, her
fingers dancing over my exposed anus and open pussy lips.
    `Naughty, but very pretty and compliant. Stand up and turn around.'
    `Look me in the eyes.'
    It was hard, but I did as she asked, she really is a beautiful woman I
thought, and then remembered how much trouble I was in. `I'm so ...'
    `Shhh,' she put a finger to my lips and then the hand went down to my
skirt, found its way beneath, and began stroking my clitoris. `Do you like
that?'
    I looked into her eyes and realised I was really enjoying the
experience. `Yes, Mistress Julia.'
    `Good. You know, Josephine. I've been thinking that I should move you
to my department.' I opened my legs a little further and her finger slipped
inside my wet vagina and then began moving along the length of my pussy
lips. `You would have to work very closely with me, what do you think?'
    Keeping eye contact while you're being fingered by a beautiful woman
isn't as easy as it may sound. `I think ... I think that would be...'
Before I had a chance to finish, the finger was removed from my cunt, and
brought wet and fragrant to paint my lips with pussy juice. When she forced
it into my mouth, I sucked it, still looking at her. The finger was
withdrawn, and she glanced down at my exposed cleavage, a smile lit her
face.
    `I have always wanted to ...' She slowly lowered my top, exposing my
breasts and once again, I was blushing, fighting the impulse to cover my
rapidly hardening nipples.
    `Well you are a big girl, aren't you.' She cupped my breasts, lifting
them slightly before letting them fall. What cup size are you, Josephine?'
She continued softly squeezing them as she looked into my eyes.
    `I'm a D cup, Mistress.'
    `Mmm, Make your nipples hard for me.'
    I rolled my nipples between my fingers, pulling on them, pinching them,
enjoying the look on her face as she stared transfixed by my breasts,
unaware that I was studying her. She brought the wineglass up and I cupped
my breasts so she could rub the chilled, misted sides against each nipple.
    `Dinner is served,' called Mistress Megan.
    `Do not cover yourself. I want to see you like this,' she instructed.
    `Yes, Mistress,' I replied, and then bobbed a curtsy. She smiled at me
and then went to join Mistress Megan at the table. Resisting the impulse to
cover my breasts, I walked to the kitchen to help bring out dishes.
    As the Mistresses began to eat, Helen and I stood in front of the table
waiting for instruction – two rather dishevelled Maids - one with her
breasts exposed and the other with drying pussy juice all over her face.
    When the first course was finished, Megan glanced up at us and smiled
when she saw us holding hands. `Josie, please clean Helen's face. She
appears to be covered in Katje.' This brought laughter from the other two
Mistresses. `Use your tongue, Josie. I shall fetch desert.'
    `Yes, Mistress Megan.' I knew what she wanted. I turned to face Helen
and kissed her softly on the lips, she responded, and for a few moments, we
kissed.
    `Don't hide those breasts, Josephine. And please expose your friend's
for us.'
    `Yes Mistress Julia,' I whispered, and then began licking Helen's face
and neck. I slipped the front of her uniform down and pulled gently on her
nipples feeling them harden, she moaned slightly and nuzzled my neck.
    `Don't you just love having two girls that will do anything for you?'
This, I think, was Mistress Katje speaking.
    `They are rather delicious,' agreed Mistress Julia.
    `Yes but they look far too comfortable don't they.' said Mistress Megan
as she returned to the table. `I like to see my sluts squirm with
embarrassment,'
    The sound of hands clapping for attention brought Helen and I from our
embrace to face the table. We stood, breasts exposed, flushed and expectant
in front of our audience.
    `What did you have in mind?' asked Mistress Katje.
    `Josie, turn around and bend over.'
    I did as she asked, keeping my legs straight and my feet parted so the
three women could see me properly.
    `Reach behind and open yourself for us.'
    I did as she asked, reaching behind me I placed a hand on each side of
my bottom and parted my cheeks. I felt my vagina open and knew my anus was
now fully displayed – it felt deliciously lewd.
    `Helen, spank her ... hard.'
    I felt Helen move closer and then her hand was on the small of my
back. Without further warning, her other hand came down in a stinging blow
on my exposed rear, once...twice...three times, bringing tears to my eyes.
    `Very good, Helen. Now, bend over next to her and assume the same
position.' Beside me, Helen bent over. We waited, displaying ourselves,
listening as Mistress Megan walked around the table towards us.
    I felt something cold dribble onto my anus and felt it contract at the
shock. There was a moment as, presumably, Helen received the same
treatment, and then a finger gently pushed its way into my puckered hole
making me gasp.
    `Stand-up.' I did so, and then glanced at Mistress Megan, she smiled.
    `Walk to our guests.' I walked slowly around the table next to Helen,
guided by the finger that was gently fucking my bottom.
    `Katje, Julia, please offer my sluts your cunts, and allow them to
pleasure you.'
    Swaying slightly from the finger in my asshole, I watched in delight as
Mistress Julia raised her skirt and slowly removed her knickers. Leaning
back in her chair, she placed her vagina closer to the edge and then
reached for a small jar of honey on the table. She tipped it slowly over
her pussy, the thick golden contents running slowly through the neatly
trimmed pussy to coat her pink fleshy lips.
    `Time to eat girls,' whispered Mistress Megan. Still with the finger
buried inside me, I knelt down and began to kiss along the inside of Julia
Dale's thigh, edging my way closer to her vagina – she tasted
divine. Beside me, Helen was doing much the same to Mistress Katje. I
glanced up and saw both Mistresses kissing each other.
    Something pushed into my vagina and I felt hands holding my
hips. Mistress Megan was fucking me with a strap-on dildo and it felt so
good.
    The dildo withdrew, and then moments later something began pushing
insistently against the barrier of my sphincter.
    `I don't think I've ever fucked your ass with a strap-on dildo before,
have I Josie?'
    `No, Mistress Megan,' I managed to say before Mistress Julia pulled my
face back into her pussy. Mistress Julia's Pussy was truly delicious,
especially with the addition of the honey. Even the thought of a large
dildo invading my anus couldn't stop me enjoying her soft delicate vagina
for long. While one hand rested on Mistress Julia's knee to help keep my
balance, my other hand found my clitoris.
    The muskiness of her vagina was deliciously overwhelming me and when
the dildo pushed a little firmer, I pushed back inviting its entry. It hurt
as it forced its way into me, but I soon became lost in a pink cloud of
lust and desire as my anus was fucked and my pussy became wetter. As I
touched myself, my face became covered in Mistress Julia's juices.
    It was a delightful way to get a promotion. Mistress Megan is delighted
that Mistress Julia took to me so well and to this day claims she had no
idea. I'm now Julia Dale's assistant in the bank, and when we close the
doors to her office for a private meeting, nobody knows just how assisting
I can be.

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