You had been working at 'The Big House', as it was known locally, for several weeks now. So far you are fairly happy with almost everything about it. The house is several miles from the nearest town but you are 'living in'. Your room, high on the top floor, may be small but it is comfortable. The work is hardly difficult, especially as your employer has been away since you started. The best part is that the money is fantastic! You find it difficult to understand why you are being paid so much for doing so little. You suspect that part of the reason may be the uniform that you have to wear as part of the job. It is a parody of a 'French Maid's' outfit. It consists of a very short, very tight, black satin dress. It barely covers your lovely arse and flares out from waist with several layers of white petticoat. Your sexy long legs are sheathed in sheer white stockings with lacy tops. The clips of the suspender belt holding them are visible below the hem of your skirt. You walk is hampered by the 5 inch heels on the shiny black stilettos that you wear. The front of your uniform is very low cut. Your corset hoists your breast up and pushes them forward, as if presenting them on a plate. Any movement threatens to spill them out of their fragile restraint. The entire outfit is topped off with a tiny white lace cap and apron. When you were employed it was discretely explained that the uniform was a prerequisite. You remember now how much you needed (still need) the money and how you agreed with barely a second thought.
But now you are starting to wonder again because you have been informed that your employer has returned this day. Previous attempts to learn more about him have revealed only that the other staff are very loyal and tight-lipped. About the only think you have learned is that 'The Master' (as he likes to be known) is British and a little, in the words of the cook, 'eccentric'. You had wondered at the strange smile on her face as she had revealed this piece of information. Was it a smile of fond remembrance?
But now you have been ordered by the butler, Kareem, to attend to the master in his study. You totter into the room on your stilettos and introduce yourself. "Hello Sir. My name is Crystal and I've just started working here.'
A period of mutual examination ensues. You see a tall, well built man in a brocade robe, sitting in a large armchair. Blonde hair and the most piercing blue eyes. Perhaps 40 years old. I see a pretty girl in her early 20's with a lovely shapely bust and a dancer's body. 5' 6" with long dark brown hair, up in a ponytail. Lovely dark brown eyes gazing demurely up at me. You blush as I continue to stare at you. Then with a wave I instruct you to begin tidying. You jump to your task with alacrity. But every time you bend you are aware that I am staring at your lovely arse. The tiny white g-string, that is part of the uniform has already ridden up between your arse cheeks. Now as you move about you can feel the gusset of your knickers working its way between your pussy lips. You know that I am enjoying the obscene sight that you are presenting. Your cunt lips are bulging out around the thin strip of material. The knowledge that I am staring at your cunt gives you a secret thrill and your pussy starts to tingle and become wet.
I order you to come to me and you hurry over to stand near me. I am sitting in an armchair in my robe and look up at you as wait for my orders. "Are you enjoying your work here Crystal?" I ask.
"Yes Sir" you reply in a quite voice.
"I am pleased to hear that." I say. "I pay my staff exceptionally well and I treat them exceptionally well because I expect an exceptional standard of service. Woe betides anyone who is not up to that standard. The punishments can be severe. Do you understand me?" Even though you are not sure that you do, you nod. "Then go and fix me a scotch. You will find what you need on the sideboard. You hurry to do as you have been bid. You pour the (no doubt expensive) Scotch from the heavy crystal decanter into the matching glass. Adding a few cubes of ice you turn to carry it to me. As you near me the heel of your shoe catches in the deep carpet and the contents of the glass are deposited all over the front of my robe.