Showering and shaving took a long time, but Audrey helped me get completely smooth everywhere. Feeling her hands between my legs, shaving around my balls and ass, was almost enough to make me cum by itself. On her advice, I used plenty of moisturizer on my newly bare skin. Our minds were still reeling from the excitement we'd been through and the anticipation of what was to come, so it was good to keep busy. We didn't talk much; I didn't want to break the erotic spell by discussing the reality of what was happening to us. Instead, it felt good to have orders to follow without coming back to earth. I averted my eyes from Audrey as she shaved her pussy, afraid my desires might overtake me.
When I finally got to the spare room, I was still too keyed up to nap so I opened the bottom drawer of the dresser to see what sort of outfit had been left there for me. At first, I thought there must have been some mistake, that Audrey's outfit had been left here instead of mine. But it slowly dawned on me that the little french maid outfit was for me to wear. I could not have imagined something more humiliating. There was a black padded bustier with white lace trim, a black g-string, a garter belt and fishnet stockings with white bows as well as a tiny, see-through white apron. A ruffled choker and a maid's headpiece completed the outfit.
Just contemplating these things, holding them in my hands had my heart fluttering. With trembling fingers I daintily pulled up the stockings, enjoying the feeling against my newly shaved legs. The G-string was lacy and barely covered my semi-hard penis. Clearly it was made for a woman's body, not mine. Still, I was able to squeeze into every part of the outfit. Then I hastily pulled on the tracksuit and zipped the jacket up to the neck to conceal the choker. My rigid cock was poking uncomfortably out of the g-string as I lay down on the bed and tried to rest.
When the time finally came, I met Audrey in the front hall. She was similarly dressed in a loose track suit and I avidly tried to avoid thinking about what she might be wearing underneath. It was 7:28pm so we stepped out the front door and wordlessly walked down the street to Sharon and Manny's house.
Sharon answered the door in a dressing gown. "Oh, good. You guys can follow instructions. That will come in very useful tonight. You want to earn some of your stuff back, right? Of course you do. Audrey, head right into the kitchen and help Manny. Patrick, come with me. We have just half an hour to finish getting you ready before the guests arrive."
Sharon led me upstairs to the master bedroom and had me take off the track suit. "Oooh what a delicious slutty maid you are, Patty. But let's fix your face, shall we?" She sat me in front of the mirror and performed a cosmetic miracle. By the time the fake eyelashes and lipstick were applied, I barely recognized myself. The dirty blonde shoulder length wig was very convincing, especially after the maid's headpiece was added to it.
While she made me up, Sharon coached me on my duties for the first part of the evening, serving drinks and snacks. I was not to speak unless spoken to. If any of the guests made a request of me, I was to answer, "Oui Monsieur," or "Oui Madame," and obey. Failure to obey would be an embarrassment and would therefore have "consequences" for Audrey and myself.
I had a hundred questions but when Sharon asked me if everything was clear I simply replied, "Oui Madame." That pleased her and she suggested I practice walking in my new shoes until the guests arrived. The new shoes were black pumps with heels so just getting down the stairs was precarious. By the time I reached the main floor, Manny was standing there, looking dapper in a black blazer.
"Ah Patty, what a little minx you are!" he said, leering at me. He reached around and grabbed my smooth exposed ass and leaned in so close I thought he was going to kiss me. "Our guests are going to love you."
As if on cue, the doorbell rang. I froze in fear. What was I doing here? Where was Audrey? How did we get into this situation?
"Well? What the fuck are you waiting for?" Manny shook me out of my paralysis, "Open the damn the door."
Trying to calm my nerves and slow my breathing, I took a few wobbly steps to the door and opened it to meet two of my neighbours, Raj and Reshmi, both dressed in semi-formal attire. Behind them, I noticed there was another familiar couple standing at the foot of the porch stairs, looking down. Oddly they just seemed to be standing there.
Raj was eyeing me. "And who might you be?" Was it possible he didn't recognize me?
"Monsieur... uh...I'm Patty" I said in a quiet voice, trying to sound as feminine as possible. I stepped back to let them in and they greeted Manny warmly.
"Please excuse Patty," Manny said to Raj and Reshmi, "she's brand new at this job."
"Ah," Reshmi giggled as she looked me over, "You guys always do have fresh meat."
"Let me know if you need help showing her the ropes," laughed Raj as passed me his overcoat. I could feel my cheeks burning.
"I hope it's alright that we brought our own slaves," Reshmi said blithely as handed me her fancy shawl, "we just hate to leave them alone at home. They miss us so."
"Of course it's alright," said Manny, "Patty can you open the door, please."
"Oui Monsieur," I answered and opened the door to find the couple who had been standing at the foot of the stairs were now kneeling at the door, their clothes in a heap in front of them.
"Manny, you remember the Wilsons don't you?" Reshmi was saying.
That's who they were! A late-30s couple from our neighbourhood. They normally seemed so energetic and happy, so I guess I hadn't recognized them in these submissive roles.
Bonnie Wilson's face was partially hidden by her auburn hair because she was looking at the ground with her arms at her sides. She was wearing sheer black panties and nothing else, but she had the word "SLUT" written across her chest in lipstick. John Wilson was kneeling in the same posture, only his panties were pink and also sheer so I could see his clean shaven privates bulging inside. His chest was emblazoned with lipstick letters that spelled "BITCH."
Looking at them in this condition was oddly exciting (they were both in good physical shape) but mainly I was relieved to that someone else was sharing my humiliation. Misery loves company.
"Patty!" Manny said sharply, causing me to jump, "Pick up those clothes and take our guests' things up to the bedroom."
"Yes, uh, oui Monsieur." I bent over to pick up the clothes and jumped again as a hand slapped my exposed ass.
"Nice ass," Raj was saying, "I suppose you've already tapped that."
"As a matter of fact..." Manny started to say and they all laughed. I hastily gathered the Wilsons' clothes and hurried up the stairs as the slaves crawled in the door and Manny led them into the living room.
I rushed into the master bedroom and dropped the clothes on Sharon and Manny's bed. I was heading back out when I heard Sharon's voice call me quietly from the bathroom, "Patty. Come in here, please."
I rounded the corner into the bathroom to find Sharon sitting on the toilet. She was naked except for her jewellery, her silk stockings, and her stiletto-heeled shoes and she was smoking a cigarette.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Sharon," I automatically sputtered, stumbling on my heels as I tried to back out the door.
"Stop!" I stopped. "Kneel." I got down on my knees. "Come here." I walked on my knees over to face her. She spread her legs. "Closer." I shuffled closer, until my groin was against the edge of the toilet bowl. With a single finger she lifted my chin so that I met her gaze. She exhaled a gust of smoke in my face, making me struggle not to cough.
"Now listen you little bitch," she said softly while sliding her fingers into my bustier to pinch my nipple. As she spoke she twisted it between her nails, "When I ask to do something, I want to hear 'Oui madame' and see it done immediately. Is that clear?"
"Oui madame." I whispered.
She pinched harder, "Is it clear?"
"Oui madame, oui madame," I pleaded, feeling tears start to well up in my eyes.
"There, there," she cooed, releasing my nipple. "Don't cry, honey. You''ll spoil that make-up."
"Oui madame" I said.
Sharon took another drag of her cigarette. She leaned back and I admired her magnificent body. Her skin was tanned and her breasts were perky C-cups with brown nipples. A perfectly groomed triangle of black hair adorned her pussy.
"Don't tell Manny about the cigarette. He hates it when I smoke."
"Oui madame." I could hear her peeing. I stared at her knee.
"I just need one before a party like this."
"Oui madame," I said, like an idiot.
"It's our little secret. We girls have to stick together, don't we Patty."
"Oui madame." What the fuck was wrong with me?
"Patty?"
Oui madame?"
She was pointing to the toilet paper roll. "We're out of toilet paper."
"Oh, oui madame," I started to shuffle on my knees over to the vanity, where I imagined there might be more.
"Stop." I stopped.
Sharon stood up and walked in front of me. My stomach flipped as I understood what she was getting at. "Stick your tongue out so you don't smear your lipstick."
I obeyed and she edged her hips forward to settle her damp pussy on my tongue. I gingerly licked her, swallowing my humiliation at the same time as her mingled juices. She was purring quietly and in spite of everything my dick was hardening again. I thought I might cry for real this time. Then she backed off.
"You're good at that, Patty. We'll have to have a girls' night out sometime, just you and I."
"Oui madame," I said, resigned. The laugh I got in response was incredibly cruel.
"But right now, we have a party and guests to attend to. Help me get my dress on."
