Date: Mon, 29 Mar 2004 14:00:37 +0100
From: Witchypoo662001@yahoo.com 
Subject: Brr Brr Pt 2

This story is fictional. It has no bearing to anyone, If you are under the
legal age please leave. If not then please enjoy. Also this story was
written by Ms Christine, and was posted on Her behalf

This is Part 2 of Petra's exploits, be sure to read Part 1 to understand
the story better

Part 2

          Grace didn't have to wait to long before `Petra' entered the
boudoir again. As `she' looked on the bed to see the maids outfit lying on
there with the panties bra and stocking, `she' smiled, excited with the
anticipation of being dressed up. Then `she' realised that Grace was naked
under her robe and `she' wondered why.

          Grace patting the bed, told `Petra' to sit on the bed beside her
and she would explain everything stage by stage. "Firstly" said Grace "we
take our panties and step into them, take them up over your calves, then
your knees, then your thighs, over your hips and make sure they fit
snugly." Grace showed her what to do and then `Petra' followed. Next came
the suspender belt, again Grace demonstrated what `Petra' should do.
Stepping into the suspender belt she drew it up around her legs over her
thighs and hips to her waist, tucking the spenders in through the side
openings of her panties. Again `Petra' followed "Mmmmmm," thought `Petra',"
I could easily get used to doing this." Sitting back on the bed Grace took
a stocking, rolling it down to the toe; she bent forward and inserted her
toes. Over the heel, and up her calve, the silk stockings felt so sensual
against her leg, carrying on up over her knee and over her thigh. Then she
fixed the stocking to the suspenders doing one at a time making sure it
fitted nicely. Again with the other leg, feeling both stocking clad legs
rub together. Now it was `Petra's' turn, having watched Grace closely,
`she' knew what to do, but, what if `she' made a mistake. Slowly `Petra'
donned the stocking toes in first, then the heel, over the calves, up over
the knee and up the thigh, finally fastening it to the suspender. Then came
the second stocking and repeating what `she' had done the first time,
sighed with relief. It felt so good and so natural `Petra' was getting a
little excited.

          It was time to put on the bra, Grace took off her robe and to
Petra's amazement when `she' saw just how large Grace's breasts were. They
were milk white so, so soft and with large erect nipples, wishing `she'
could suckle them, but thought better of it, as `she' was here to learn. On
went the straps of the bra up Graces arms, `Petra' watched closely, putting
a breast into each cup, and then fastening it round her back, but then
Grace had a change of mind and went half naked into her drawer and brought
out a front fastener. Putting an arm in each strap, bringing the cups
around the front of her she placed each breast in one, and then fastened
the clip in front of her.  Again it was `Petra's' turn following Grace's
every move; `Petra' picked up a bra and slipped it on `her' arms up and
over `her' shoulders, placing `her' hands behind `her' she fumbled with the
clasp, eventually managing to fasten it. Wanting to see what `she' looked
like in `her' undies she stood in front of a full length mirror admiring
`herself'. Longing to get dressed up `Petra' strolled back to the bed,
picking up waist taffeta underskirt `she' sat down and slipped `her' feet
into the waistband, easing it up over `her' legs and thighs up to her hips,
she made sure it sat right on her waist and hips, then `she' took the
little satin skirt, undid the button and stepped into it, again taking it
up over' her' stocking clad legs, over `her' taffeta underskirt and fitted
it around `her' waist, buttoning it and straightening out the skirt. Now
for the top, it was very plain, no buttons, but an elasticated neckline
with puffed up cap sleeves. `She' could wear if it off the shoulders if
`she' preferred. Putting `her' arms in first `Petra' pulled the top over
`her' head and down over `her' breasts and squirmed about for a minute or
two till it fitted properly and then tucked it into `her' skirt. Picking up
the little white apron, `Petra' took the ties and fastened them in a bow
behind her. Then she remembered she needed falsies to emphasise `her'
breasts, placing each little bag of silicon into each cup, made `her' feel
deliciously femme.

          Grace did the final touches, she took her make-up box over to the
dressing table where she told `Petra' to sit, so `she' could watch and
learn from Grace how to put makeup on and then `she' would be able to do it
herself. Firstly the foundation cream, not to dark not to light, a nice
combo one. Placing a little cream on `Petra' Grace smoothed it over
`Petra's' face rubbing it in so there were no mask lines under the chin or
around the eyes and nose. Then Grace took a little powder puff out and
gently but sparingly dabbed it on `Petra's' face, there was no way she
wanted `Petra' to look like a clown. Taking out her little blocks of eye
shadow, Grace chose a soft lilac colour and spread that evenly over both
eye sockets, blending the colour in with her finger. Telling `Petra' to
look down, Grace
          Took out her mascara brown in colour, and with long strokes of
the brush started to thicken `Petra's' eyelashes, not to much, but enough
to be noticeable. Then telling `Petra' to look up Grace did the lower
lashes. Mmmmmm, thought Grace, what an attractive looking woman you
make. Now it was the turn of the lipstick, what shade of red should it be,
Grace plumped for the poppy red, a vibrant colour, telling `Petra' to
tighten `her' top lip, Grace applied the lipstick. The same with the bottom
lip. Ohhh, a little blusher was required. Once that was applied Grace
walked to the built-in cupboard where there were a lot of different type
wigs all shades and lengths. Grace chose a dark brown wig, bobbed just
under the lobes of the ears. Placing it on `Petra's' head she pulled it on
fiddling around with it and then gave it a brush only when she was
satisfied with it. Telling `Petra' to put on `her' stilettos she could now
go to the mirror and see herself. Standing in amazement Peter couldn't
believe his eyes, was that really him? God did he feel so sexy, and his
name was now `Petra'. Turning to Grace, trying to thank her, `Petra'
declared `her' undying loyalty to Grace and asked if `she' could be her
permanent live-in maid. It didn't take Grace long to make up her mind, but
she did say `Petra' would be on a three month trial, and if all went well
then, yes, she would make it permanent.

          Learning to walk in stilettos was a bit of a sore point with
`Petra' as `she' would have to learn to walk in them all day, every day,
and although she had had them on only a short time and `her' feet were
killing her, but `she' must persevere.

          Grace looked at the clock; it was almost 11.30pm, had it only
been five hours since Peter, now `Petra', had arrived. Slipping on her
robe, she asked `Petra' if she had transport to get home, as she didn't
want to keep `her' out too late. Petra said she was only to pleased to
carry on looking after her Mistress, `she' didn't feel tired to exhilarated
by the evening's accomplishments. Grace thought about it and said `she'
could stay the night, but she would have to bathe her Mistress. Hurrying
into the bathroom, `Petra' ran her Mistress's bath, filling it up with
bubbles and assorted essential oils. Lighting the candles around the bath
`she' dimmed the light. `Now' thought Petra `My Mistress will be sure to
keep me'.  Grace called out to `Petra',' Is my bath ready'. `Yes Mistress,'
was the reply. So Grace walked in to the bathroom and disrobed. Petra was
about to leave the room, when Grace called out, 'Where do you think your
going to my girl?', `Petra' not sure what `she' was doing said, `She' was
leaving Mistress to have her bath in peace'. `Get back here girl, right
now,' came the reply, `bring a chair with you, you will sit and watch.'
Petra's face went red with embarrassment. `Take my robe, girl, and help me
undress.' Standing front of Grace, `Petra's' hands shook as `she' tried to
undo the front fastening of Grace's bra, beads of sweat started running
down `her' face, she had to get it right or there would be more
punishment. Grace stood there patiently as finally `Petra' undid her bra
and slipped the straps off of Grace's shoulders, down her arms and finally
off all together she put it on the chair. Her head just inches away from
Grace's breasts, for she had bent lower to see to the suspender belt,
`Petra' wished `she' could lick and suck on those ripe rosy coloured
nipples, they were so tempting and inviting, but no, `she' had a job to do
and so carried on unhooking the suspenders from the stockings. Hands
trembling `she' managed the first then the second, a third and a forth
suspender, placing `her' fingers in the stocking tops she moved down
Grace's thigh, mmmmmm they was lovely and soft, taking the stocking further
down over the knee and then down the calves to the toes, Grace lifted her
foot so `Petra' could remove the stocking. Back up again to remove the
second stocking, the touch of those thighs made `Petra' think of how it
would feel to kiss in between them and lick her Mistress's satin clad
pussy. Again `she' removed the stocking and slowly moved her fingers down
Grace's leg until she reached the foot. The belt itself was easy to come
off as `Petra' unhooked it and placed it on the chair. All Grace stood in
now was her panties, and as `Petra' removed them down over Grace's hips,
easing them out of her Mistress's pussy lips, she saw they were damp,
continuing down her thighs, until the were at her Mistress's
feet. `Petra's' bulge started to grow. The sight of her Mistress naked
excited her.

Grace walked over to the mirror on the bathroom wall, 'Petra' watching how
her mistress walk when naked, her buttocks moved as thought they were
chewing a caramel, so sensual. Piling her hair up, and taking a clasp from
the shelf below the mirror Grace fixed her hair, it didn't matter if some
curling tendrils fell about her face and shoulders, she just longed to soak
in the bath. Stepping into the bath Grace knelt down, picking up a real
sponge she dipped it into the foam covered bath. Taking the water filled
sponge, she took it up to her chin and squeezed it, letting the water run
down her neck, her breasts and the droplets of water drip from her hard
erect nipples. `Petra' sat mesmerised with the view; `she' could not take
`her' eyes off of Grace's breasts. Grace took the soap and lathered her
hands, she soaped over her shoulders down her breasts over her nipples,
under her breasts and her stomach. Taking the water filled sponge again she
squeezed it over her body, again and again until the soap was
removed. Stretching to get the soap it slipped out of her hand and made a
splash in the water. `Hell ', said Grace trying to find the soap, `Petra'
jumped up and asked her Mistress if she could help. So now there were four
hands in the water looking for the soap. Petra accidentally touched her
Mistress's pussy and Grace gave her a look of astonishment, never in all
the years of her teaching had any of her maids dare touch her private part
without asking, infact she liked it, but she would not say that to `Petra'.
Petra's fingers slipped to and thro from Grace's clit to her vagina,
rubbing and massaging, Grace giving moans of delight, and as `she' was
rubbing her Mistress her mouth encircled one of Grace's nipples. How
`Petra' had longed to do that. Grace took her hand out of the bath water
and groped Petra between `her' legs feeling a massive bulge in the tight
black satin panties. Petra said `she' needed to urinate and Grace said,'
urinate in my mouth and let me taste you.' Petra looked shocked and
embarrassed she had never done anything like this before. Grace said
again,' urinate in my mouth, I'm ordering you to.' So with some hesitation
`Petra' took out her bulging clit and lent over Grace so she could urinate
in her mouth, what Grace couldn't drink went all over her body, running
down her chin over her breasts, what a warm feeling it was. Grace took her
sponge and rinsed the urine off of her body.  Wishing to get out of the
bath Grace stood up, waiting or `Petra' to hand her the towel, and as
`Petra' did so `she' could not help notice the beads of water on Grace's
body shimmer in the candle light, wrapping the towel around her Mistress,
Grace stepped out of the bath. Patting her skin with the towel, making sure
every part of her body dry, she stood there naked waiting for `Petra' to
hand her robe, dutifully `Petra' held the robe up so her Mistress could
slip her arms into the sleeves and tie the robe around her.

Grace told `Petra' to follow her, and was taken to the guest's bedroom, it
was a large room but not as big as Grace's `Lair' the walls were done in
shades of lilacs, mauves, and creams. The bed was a queen size with cream
silk sheets and a lilac top cover. There were also a vase of white roses on
a cabinet at the side of the bed, instead of curtains there were voile
hangings, dimming the light Grace lit a few candles and told `Petra' to
take what ever night clothes she desired out of a drawer at the bed side
cabinet. Wishing her sweet dreams Grace left the room. `Petra' went to the
said drawer and opened it to find it full of beautiful nightwear. There
were see-through nightdresses, satin pyjamas, silk slips everything was
there in different colours, `Petra' chose powder blue satin pyjamas to wear
and laid them on the bed, then started to undress herself. `She' took off
the wig and laid it on the bedside table, undone her short black skirt and
let it fall to the floor. Undid the taffeta under skirt, eased it of her
hips and let it fall to the floor. Taking her top off, and removing the
falsies from `her' bra she then undid the hooks at the back of the
bra. Sitting on the bed, `she' unhooked the suspenders from one of the
stockings, placing her fingers in the stocking tops `she' slid it down her
leg and took it off her toes, then the second stocking doing the same
thing. Putting `her' hands behind `her' she unhooked the suspender belt
itself and laid it on the bed all she was left with was `her' silky
g-string, taking the string off of `her' hips, down `her ` legs and to the
floor `she' stepped out of them. Walking across the room naked to wash her
face at the hand basin `she' knew that once `she' washed `her' face taking
the make-up off `she' would no longer be `Petra' but Peter again. After
washing the make-up off Peter dried his face and walked back to the
bed. Picking up the clothes he had taken off he laid everything neatly on a
chair, and proceeded to put the pyjamas on and got into the bed. He thought
of the evenings events, about the punishment and the pleasure, about the
dressing up and the escapade in the bath looking for the soap and what he
had done to Grace, the more he thought about it , the more he knew this was
what he wanted. He was having trouble getting to sleep, watching the second
hand going round slowly, he wondered what Grace was doing, was she sleeping
or was she lying awake like him. He looked at the clock again it was
3.30am, climbing out of bed he walked over to the door, opened it and crept
along the passage way to Grace's bedroom door. Peter gently tapped the
door, receiving no answer, he placed his hand on the door handle and turned
it, opening the door, he walked in and quietly closed it behind
him. Walking up to the bed, the moonlight streaming through the window, he
looked at Grace, what an angel she looked lying there. Tiptoeing around the
bed he undressed and crept into bed beside her. The smell of her body, her
hair was intoxicating, he wanted her, and he desired her. Putting his arm
over her waist he pulled himself into close to her, gently kissing her neck
and shoulders. His hand came up to her breast, he fondled it, gently
touching the nipple, Grace sighed and moaned lightly. Taking the nipple
between his fingers he rolled and toyed with it, Grace moaned again. He
placed his mouth over her nipple and suckled, his hand wandered over her
stomach down to her golden honey pot. Peter fingered her clit, it was so
hot and wet, and he wanted to get his tongue in so he could lick her hot
wet juices. Grace stirred and turned over onto her back, Peter eased
himself between her legs, Grace, while still sleeping pushed his hand in
further deep into her honey pot, god was she soaking wet. Going down on her
his tongue licked and flicked her clit, Grace moaned with pleasure, taking
his tongue deeper he enjoyed the taste of all her honey juices, his lips
and nose covered in it, not surprising he looked down to see that he had a
stiff erection, he wanted her and he was going to have her. Easing gently
her body down so the her hips were on his thighs, he was just about to
enter her, when she stirred, rubbing her eyes ...

Was this a dream she was having or was it for real? What would happen next,
would she want him or would she punish him again for trying to have his
wicked way?  To find out you will have to read the part 3.