Copyright 2019 Christopher D.B.
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The central vacuum system made barely a sound as I made my way through the apartment. It was spacious and occupied the entire third floor. Although fully furnished and containing some of Countess Tori's personal items, she only stayed here a few nights a week.
My feet were hurting, as the toe box on my pumps fit a little snug. I'd hoped they would stretch out just a smidge after wearing them a few times but it didn't seem that would happen. They also fit a little loose in the back, though I'd been able to partially fix that with moleskin strips. I was determined to master walking in four inch stiletto heels, but I think I was going to have to invest more money in a quality pair that fit right, as opposed to the low end costume variety.
The pink satin French Maid outfit that I wore was also a cheap costume. It seemed that each time I washed it I had to make minor repairs. Good thing I was handy with needle and thread, though if I continued to serve Countess through the end of the year, I was going to have to find another outfit of better quality.
Before leaving the apartment, I checked my makeup in a bathroom mirror. Missy was supposed to be teaching me how to do makeup, but she always insisted on doing a few final touch-ups, which resulted in me looking like a cheap whore of a drag queen. I was always concerned about the heavy makeup smearing or running when I worked up a sweat doing housekeeping, but it looked presentable.
Leaving the apartment, I made my way up the stairwell. My heels echoed loudly on the old marble treads. The stairs had an ornate iron railing, and there was a peaked skylight of wire reinforced glass above the stairs on the fourth floor.
This top floor of the building had been two apartments, but was now partially converted into Countess Tori's play space. She did female domination sessions for hire, and I was getting a deeply discounted rate by working as her sissy maid every other Saturday.
As I let myself into the main room, Countess Tori was seated on her elaborate throne as expected. Her blonde hair was long, thin, and straight. She wore her black leather biker jacket with the diagonal front zipper open enough to show off the cleavage of her large breasts. Missy was kneeling to her side, looking at her fingernails, as the two chatted like good friends about a nail salon here in the historic downtown area.
"Are you finished with your vacuuming, sissy?" Countess Tori asked.
"Yes, Countess," I replied softly, avoiding eye contact and looking at her boots instead. They were made of red and black leather, thigh high, with long laces that wound through a seemingly infinite number of small shiny hooks all the way up the front of the boot shafts.
"I'll allow you to worship my boots before your next assignment," she said, and I quietly thanked her as I slowly approached her throne and then knelt before her.
Countess Tori was a heavy set woman, though the boots fit her thick legs perfectly. I'll admit that I look up fetish boots and shoes all the time online and I had never seen a pair like these. I suspected they were custom made, and very expensive. Up close I noticed they had no zippers up the inside of the shaft for easy on and off, like so many front laced boots do. That would be no inconvenience for Countess, who probably always had a submissive at her disposal to handle the long boot laces.
Taking my time, I slowly licked the pointed toes of her boots, and then gently sucked on the spiked heels, which may have been about five inches high. The two ladies continued their conversation, ignoring my presence.
I had only been serving Countess Tori for a few months and hadn't quite figured out their relationship. Missy appeared to be both a submissive personal assistant and dominatrix in training. Early on, all I was told was that I must obey Missy, though she was carefully supervised.
The few times Missy was ordered to give me a spanking or flogging, she did so with a bit more enthusiasm than I liked. However, Missy was not immune to being punished by Countess Tori, and I'll admit I was delighted the one time I'd seen her get paddled.
I was slowly working my way up the shafts of Countess Tori's thigh high boots, lingering at the knees, where the laces were stretched taught. She wore some tight black spandex pants that disappeared inside the tops of her boots.
"You've enjoyed yourself long enough," Countess said, pushing me away. "Missy will take you down to vacuum the second floor." Turning to Missy she instructed, "Give him some incentive to do a good job while you're down there, and assign a few more tasks to keep him busy."
"Yes, Countess," Missy replied quietly, and we both stood up to leave the room.
"You're wobbling in your heels, sissy," Countess told me. "I think you've had enough of your big girl shoes for the day. Missy will see that you put on your flats while you are down there."
"Yes, Countess," I answered. Although my feet hurt I was a bit disappointed that I'd been ordered to take my high heels off. Demoted to flats for the rest of the day. As I followed Missy out to the hallway, Countess called after us,
"Don't take too long, Missy. I need you back up here as soon as you get him situated."
Missy was wearing some black patent leather ankle boots that laced up the front. The heels were easily six inches tall, maybe more, with thick platforms. Of course she could walk effortlessly in them, and our high heels clattered loudly on the stairs as we made our way down.
Following behind Missy, I had a great view of her sexy ass. She always dressed in skimpy, revealing outfits. Today Missy wore a shiny black PVC teddy, cut high at the hips with a thong back, which left her perfectly round cheeks exposed. As she turned on the first landing I got a quick view of her small breasts, as the teddy's neckline plunged below them, forming into an open front shelf type of bra. Although I thought her outfit might be more appropriate for a stripper, Missy wore a law enforcement style utility belt around her waist, leaving no doubt that she had a position of authority.
The belt was wide, black leather, with two rows of large chrome grommets. A stubby leather riding crop hung from the belt at her right side, and a small round rubber paddle hung at the left. Of course she had a pair of shiny handcuffs worn on the belt above one hip, and there were several leather snap pouches, though I had no idea what she carried in those.
In what I assumed was her mid twenties, Missy was a few decades younger than me. She was pretty, in a stern sort of way, but I thought had the capability to be even hotter if she let her short dark hair grow out, removed some of her piercings, and didn't get any more tattoos.
"Get your hose, sissy," she ordered as we stopped at the third floor for me to retrieve the vacuum. She always put a heavy condescending tone on the word, sissy. The long vacuum hose was cumbersome to deal with. "I hope you enjoy fondling that, since your junk is locked up," she taunted.
Missy was referring to the chastity device that I was required to wear while serving as Countess's sissy maid. I wasn't permitted to masturbate while on the job, and since I was often working out of sight, she said it was a necessary precaution.
"Let's go, sissy! Move it!" Missy ordered like a drill sergeant as I tried to get the long central vac hose quickly wound up in my arms, along with the chrome wand. She unclipped the riding crop from her belt and whacked it a few times on the iron stair rail. "Chop, chop, sissy! I don't have all day!"
I followed Missy down to the second floor and was able to drop the tangled mess of vacuum hose in the long hallway by one of the wall connections. I had only paused a moment, but Missy impatiently pointed down towards the back of the hallway with her riding crop.
"No big girl shoes for you, sissy. Now let's go take those off. I know you're disappointed. Are you going to cry?" I didn't answer her, but headed towards what I thought of as the locker room. It was a tiny narrow room at the end of the hallway, near the restrooms and fire escape exit. A group of metal lockers along one wall, and a metal folding chair were the only furnishings.
I fumbled with my combination lock while Missy periodically slapped her riding crop on the door of an adjacent locker. This room was where I changed into my sissy maid outfit and did my makeup. It was also where men who came to Countess Tori for sessions would disrobe and lock up their clothes. There were no locks on the other lockers, and no waiting clients at this time, so I assumed Missy got to change clothes upstairs, a privilege of her position.
Slipping off my pink pumps, I retrieved a pair of silver metallic flats from my gym bag.
"Oh, those are so pretty," Missy said flatly. "I'm sure you feel really sexy when you wear those."
I didn't respond. We really weren't supposed to have any small talk between us. After slipping on my flats, I closed my locker and started to leave the room.
"Not so fast, sissy," she said, moving to block the door. "You need some incentive to do a good job." Pointing her riding crop at me she ordered me to turn around and drop my panties.
Missy was all too eager to whip my ass. If I delayed it and Countess came downstairs to see what was taking so long, I'd be in real trouble. I turned around to face the metal folding chair, pulled my panties down to my ankles, and bent over, placing my hands on the cool seat of the chair.
"Such pretty panties. Are those special, made for a man, to accommodate your junk?" she asked, sounding serious for once.
