This is an entry for the Halloween contest. In the absence of scary ideas, I decided to explore the topic of costumes and uniforms, specifically how they can emphasize roles in a relationship. All four chapters are posted as a single contributions. Enjoy!
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Ch. 1. A ceremony of indulgence
Christine walked slowly across her living room with just a hint of exaggerated swagger to her hips. She glanced at herself as she passed the large mirror, and her breath grew heavy at the sight of her own image. In many ways she looked just like any other day, in a smart business suit and her blonde hair neatly arranged. The skirt was a few inches shorter than what she typically wore for work, but beyond that she looked very much like she did around the office. And that was the purpose. The normal surface made her hidden secret so much more precious.
"Do you have everything?" she asked as she approached the young woman in the hall.
"Yes, Mrs. Dahl," Ana replied, fidgeting with her roller bag. "I'll be back Sunday evening as usual."
"Yes, very good. Do you have anything special lined up for the weekend?"
Christine listened calmly as Ana told her about her plans. Most of Ana's family still lived in Brazil, but her childhood friend lived two hours away. Like she did most weekends, Ana was going to stay with her friend, and apparently they were going to watch some scary movie. Christine used to be eager to get her maid out of the house once the kids left for their father. But that was before she realized she could start her ritual before Ana left. The part where she acted like nothing was out of the ordinary, had become an integral part. These days she actively prolonged it.
"Oh, I almost forgot," Christine said just as Ana was about to leave. She fetched an envelope from on top of a chest of draws. "Here's a sign of my appreciation."
"Thank you so much, Mrs. Dahl," Ana said, smiling broadly. She put the envelope in her pocket without checking its content. Christine always tipped her generously.
"No, thank you," Christine said. "I don't know how I'd make it all work without your help."
Christine flashed a warm smile that conveyed her appreciation. Ana was a terrific maid, and Christine didn't know how she'd cope without her. But at this moment she was simply grateful she could include the petite brunette in her sinful routine—even if the girl had no concept of her participation.
When Ana eventually left, Christine stood in the doorway and waved her off. Once the car disappeared around the corner, she locked the door behind her and walked into her living room. She moved gracefully, as if appreciating every step. In front of the mirror, she unbuttoned her jacket. The blouse underneath hugged tightly her ample chest. After removing her jacket, she pulled up a chair and sat down. She gasped softly as she felt the toy in her ass push deeper inside her.
She sat silently and stared at herself. The skirt had risen to expose the laced top of her stockings. She parted her legs slightly, teasing her own prying eyes with a glimpse of her bare pussy. She could see glistening droplets on her bare lips. Her pussy begged to be touched, but it would have to wait. Her ritual had a different target.
It was odd, she thought, that she had developed this obsession now that she was single. Back when she was married, she never had any interest in anal experiences. But she was grateful she had discovered this magic. It served as her sinful secret, and once every two weeks she gave in completely to its pleasure. All other days, she took care of others. She took care of her kids. She took care of business. She took care of several charities she managed. But every other Friday evening after she sent the kids off to stay with their dad for the week, Christine kept her schedule free for a date with herself. On these evenings, she took care of herself. She rotated her hips slowly, biting her bottom lip as the sensation of the grinding plug spread through her body.
Slowly, she unbuttoned her blouse, staring eagerly at her own image. Watching herself was an important part of the ritual. She stored these sinful images of herself in her mind. Recalling them later would bring a shimmer of excitement to her daily life. By starting out dressed like the professional business woman she was, she made it easy to bring her secret with her in the days to come. Sure, she may have spiced up her outfit with a tighter blouse, shorter than normal skirt, and higher heels than she'd ever worn for work. And she wouldn't consider going without panties around the office. The point was to unleash the sexiest version of herself. She ran her fingers over her breasts, pushed up by a black lace bra. Between them hung a small key, attached to a thin gold chain around her neck. She rubbed it softly, as if it was a sacred amulet.
She stood, hung the blouse over the chair, and proceeded to unzip her skirt. Bending slightly at the hips, she turned and looked at the mirror over her shoulder as she pulled it over her ass. A soft moan escaped her lips as the purple jewel at the toy's base came into view, shimmering deep in the valley between her cheeks. The stockings and garter belt perfectly framed her naked ass. Some part of her deemed it inappropriate for a woman of her stature to indulge in such sinful activities. But that just made it so much more enjoyable. She leaned forward, giving herself a better view.
It was of course even more inappropriate to involve her maid in her deviance. But there was no harm, she justified. Ana didn't know. Christine could still remember the thrill she felt the first time she walked over to her maid with the toy in her ass. Her nervousness made her ass squeeze tight around it. Ana asked if Christine was going to work, pointing at the business suit. Christine made some off-hand remark about how it wasn't work if you enjoyed it and then giggled foolishly.
She had never been entirely comfortable with having a maid. It seemed like such an excessive luxury, and Christine took pride in not relying on others. But with all her duties, she needed someone to take care of her kids and the big house. And supposedly it was a good deal for Ana too. On top of a more than fair salary, Ana had her own room where she stayed for free, and with the kids gone every other week, she had plenty of time for her studies.
Nowadays, she couldn't imagine life without Ana, and it wasn't only because of all the things Ana took care of around the house. Christine genuinely cherished having Ana around, brightening up the house with that cute smile and bubbly attitude. And she was an unequivocally pretty girl. Sexy even, if Christine was honest with herself. She sometimes thought that involving the petite Brazilian in the ritual made her see Ana in a new light.
Christine folded the skirt neatly and placed it on a nearby table before returning to the mirror. She admired the sight of her smooth pussy before turning around to once again admire the sight of the jewel buried inside her round ass. She pulled her cheeks apart for a better view. Admittedly, it was vain to get off on her own image, but she didn't care. Tonight, was all about herself.
And supposedly that's what she was these days -- 'Christinosexual'. She had no time to involve anyone else in her life, so it was fortunate she found herself attractive. The sight of the toy in her ass brought back memories of wearing it around Ana, making her ass squeeze the intruding object. She found herself wondering if her maid found her attractive too. Hadn't she caught the girl peeking at her earlier? Maybe Christine's ritual made her radiate sensuality, even if she pretended nothing was out of the ordinary. Or maybe her elated state just made her see the eroticism in everything. Either way, it didn't matter now. Only her own desire was important tonight.
Bending forward to pose for herself, the key around Christine's neck swayed in its chain. She played with it again. Yes, it was time. Her high heels click-clacked against the floor as she paraded over to the chest of draws in the corner, her body only covered by her stockings, garter belt and bra.
She ran her hands over the top drawer. Not a speck of dust; Ana's standards were impeccable. She felt a surge of excitement as she pictured Ana dusting the locked cabinet, maybe wondering what secret hid inside.
