The Baroness would be home soon. She was a realtor so her working hours changed day by day. I'd taken to eavesdropping on her phone conversations and checking her agency's web site for her open house schedules in order to have a rough idea of when she might return.
Starting with the second floor of the townhouse condominium, I double checked the bedrooms and bathrooms. The walk-in closet off the Baroness's bedroom had a large three panel full length mirror, like something you might find at a clothing store, and I paused in front of it to inspect my uniform.
I wore a French maid style uniform, black satin with white lace trim and matching apron. It had short puffy sleeves and the hemline was halfway up above my knees. A white ruffled petticoat underneath filled out the bottom of the dress. That, combined with a properly fitted bra and silicone breast forms, transformed my male body into the shape of a female.
My hair was shoulder length and had natural body so I was not required to wear a wig. Some lipstick and light makeup completed the illusion, though I would never consider myself to be pretty. My facial features were too masculine, and this late in the afternoon there was the slightest bit of beard stubble growing in on my chin.
It didn't matter that I wouldn't pass for a woman in public. The look was good enough to be a sissy maid for Baroness Maria, who was a lifestyle dominatrix. She didn't perform sessions for hire, but maintained a stable of male slaves to serve her various needs.
One of my black stockings had a run at the knee. I had learned to buy cheap ones, because such damage was inevitable when doing housework. However, if the Baroness were to spot that when she got home, I'd likely receive a flogging.
After making a careful check of the first floor, especially the kitchen, I went down to the maid's quarters in the basement.
While the Baroness called it the maid's quarters, it was really just a small partitioned off section of an otherwise unfinished basement. There wasn't even a door, just a few roughed in walls painted pink, like a little girl's princess bedroom. The space was furnished with a white metal framed daybed, covered in pink satin sheets with white satin throw pillows, and a small white dressing table with a matching stool and mirror. One wall of the maid's quarters was made of four white wardrobe cabinets, one of which was mine.
Opening my wardrobe, I took out a new stocking. Hiking up my dress, I unclipped my garter straps, then sat down on the edge of the bed and kicked off my shoes. They were black patent leather, with thick heels about two and a half inches high. I could actually walk well in four inch stilettos, but I'd learned not to wear shoes like that when working as a sissy maid. They just weren't a good choice for walking on freshly mopped floors or going up and down stairs all day.
Once I had replaced my stocking, I checked myself in the full length mirror mounted on one of the wardrobe cabinets. At last I was ready for the Baroness to come home. Glancing at the small clock radio by the bed, she could arrive at any time. I decided to just sit on the bed and wait.
Staring across the small room at the line of wardrobe cabinets, I always wondered if all of them were in use. Did Baroness Maria have four sissy maids in her stable? The cabinets were locked, so there was no way to tell. Of course I had tried my key on the other cabinets out of curiosity, but it wouldn't open them.
I felt like I was going to doze off, which was actually permitted so long as my list of chores was done, when I heard a metallic rattling upstairs of the garage door opening. The Baroness was home.
Making it upstairs as fast as I could, I opened the door to let her in. Baroness Maria thrust her purse and laptop computer bag into my hands, and passed by me without saying a word. I placed those items on the kitchen table, and then dropped to my hands and knees in front of her. The Baroness placed one foot forward, tilted back in its high heeled shoe, and I got down lower to give her shoe a once over with my tongue.
The shoes were pumps made of leather in a dark burgundy, with the toes coming to a gentle point. The heels were about three and a half inches tall. High enough to be sexy, without looking slutty and unprofessional. They were an older pair and she kept all her shoes looking clean by having me lick them every time she left the house or returned.
She pulled her foot away quickly and presented me with the other shoe to clean. Baroness Maria was well aware of my fetish for high heeled shoes and enjoyed teasing me, making me perform this maintenance task but not allowing me to savor the smooth warm leather on my tongue.
After licking her other shoe clean, I stood and lifted my dress. She pulled at the waistband of my panties and inspected my chastity device to see that it was securely locked and hadn't been tampered with. I was required to wear it to prevent me from masturbating while she was away.
As was our usual routine, I then went to stand in one corner of the kitchen, nose to the wall, with my hands behind my back, while she checked my work. Baroness Maria's high heels clicked on the floor tiles as she made a painfully thorough inspection of the kitchen. Then she moved on to the rest of the house.
There was a long checklist of chores that I was required to do. It was posted on a door of one of the wardrobe cabinets down in the maid's quarters. I'd practically memorized it by now, and while the list was long, if approached methodically it was possible to complete well and on time.
The Baroness returned to the kitchen, pulled one chair back from the table, and told me to take my position. As I moved into place, standing behind the chair, bending over its back and grasping onto the edge of the seat, I saw the paddle in her hand.
It was made of a dark colored wood, and cut in the shape of a large old fashioned hair brush. She lifted my dress to expose my backside, and pulled my panties down to my knees.
The swats echoed loudly in the kitchen, landing firmly on my buttocks. Her technique with the small paddle was always the same. Firm swats at a brisk pace, alternating from one cheek of my ass to the other. The real variable was how long the paddling would last.
I didn't cry out, and though I squinted at the pain, no tears came to my eyes that might cause my makeup to smear. At last she stopped and said,
"Well done."
Baroness knew that I liked to be spanked, so that firm spanking with the small paddle had actually been my reward, and the only thanks I would receive. Had I made any serious mistakes, she would have used a heavier paddle, or worse, her cane. At this point I might have been released to go home, but Baroness Maria told me,
"One of my sex slaves will be arriving shortly, so you will have to stay a while longer. Now come upstairs and help me get ready."
In her bedroom, she callously stripped of her clothing and threw it on the floor, leaving the items for me to pick up. Baroness Maria stood just over five feet tall in her bare feet, and had a long mane of dark curls that spilled over her pale shoulders and halfway down her back.
Her beautiful breasts were thirty six double D's. I knew the exact size since I was required to hand wash her bras. Her hips and ass were well rounded, and though her body had some extra pounds, she carried herself with a confidence greater than any super model.
As she sorted though her lingerie drawer I turned down the silver and deep blue satin comforter, revealing matching sheets underneath. By that time she had pulled on a cami top of purple satin with black lace trim, and handed me a matching garter belt to hook together at the back of her waist.
Baroness insisted on pulling her own stockings on, black sheer nylon, but it was my task to clip the garter straps in place, making sure they were properly adjusted. I handed her the final piece, a matching satin and lace trimmed thong backed panty, which she pulled on herself.
I then followed her to the walk-in closet, where there was an impressive collection of shoes and boots. Colors, heel heights, and styles for almost any occasion. She dropped a pair of shoes beside me, and I got on my knees to slip them on her nylon clad feet.
It was a pair of black patent pumps. The sole had a platform that was perhaps an inch thick, while the thin stiletto heels were about six inches high. I always thought of them as her fuck-me pumps, as they seemed to be a favorite pair of hers for times when sex slaves came over to serve her.
It was an extra thrill to give the smooth patent leather a quick cleaning with my tongue, knowing she had been fucked while wearing these shoes on a number of occasions. Like a porno queen she almost always kept her high heels on during sex, and I thought that was incredibly hot.
"Christine, fetch me some wine," Baroness Maria ordered. As her sissy maid, she always addressed me with the feminine version of my name. I hurried down the stairs to the kitchen.
There were always a few bottles of a modest priced White Zinfandel in the fridge. I removed the cork, set the bottle in a bucket of ice, and then selected a single wine glass from a cabinet. The wine was only for the Baroness.
Although the sex slave who was on his way would have the illusion of a romantic encounter in her satin bed, with the Baroness all dolled up, it was his job to please her and nothing more.
I had just returned to her bedroom and was pouring a glass of wine for Baroness Maria as she primped her hair in front of her bathroom mirror when the doorbell rang.
"Let my sex slave in," she ordered.
Before opening the door, I looked out the peephole. I recognized the tall blonde man. I think his name was Carl, and he had served the Baroness on a few recent occasions. Perhaps he was her new favorite toy.
"Is the Baroness in a good mood?" he whispered to me as I let him through the door.
When serving Baroness Maria, I wasn't allowed to speak to anyone, let alone one of her slaves. I knew the same rules applied to him, yet the few brief times we had been alone like this he always tried to make some quick conversation. As usual I said nothing, and just started walking upstairs.
The Baroness was reclining seductively on her bed when we entered the room. I made my way to a low stool in one corner, and I sat down to wait for any more orders.
