Lisa raised the white nightgown slowly over her body, revealing her ankles and calves, the gown moved further up along the length of her thighs and stomach, revealing her creamy white breasts and the pink curves of her nipples, over her neck and head. She stepped into the tin bath, and standing upright she washed her body with her hands. She loved washing herself with her hands, to feel them run over her legs and thighs, stomach and over her breasts, the soap clinging to her with the foam slowly falling down her wet naked body. Her hands moved between her legs and she felt the smooth entrances to her holes; Master John had asked she keep her cunny smooth and shaven after the first time she had presented herself to him that way. She remembered it well, lying naked on his bed telling him she had a surprise for him and then opening her thighs wide apart to show him the smooth curves of her pussy. The thought made Lisa clean her arse-crack and cunny harder and she pushed her soapy fingers in both holes, twisting them and cleaning them thoroughly. Usually she would have kept her soapy hands between her legs and rubbed her clit, and sometimes grab the hairbrush from her dressing-table to satisfy her desire with the long thick handle. But not today. Today she knew she had to keep to her plans, and that her thirst and desires would be quenched thoroughly throughout the day - she planned to have them both ebbing and flowing on a sea of love and pleasure.
Lisa stepped out of the bath and dried herself quickly and thoroughly. Her maid's uniform was on the bed, the standard black dress with white lace trim, but this one was special. Despite Mrs Willow's disapproving looks when Lisa asked for the modifications to be made, the village seamstress had adjusted the dress to Lisa's precise instructions. She smiled - she wouldn't be needing to wear her bloomers today, not that she did when she was with her Master, but she couldn't be so bold as to work with the other staff that way. Just the dress was needed, so she slipped it over the round curves of her pale shoulders, and down her body. No need for shoes today either, she thought as she sat down at her dressing table.
After running the brush through her hair, she added a little rouge to her cheeks - she never bothered with eye makeup as Master John had told her there was no need: her blue eyes already attracted and held the attention. Standing up, Lisa straightened her dress and the white lace tiara on her hair - she giggled. It had been so long since she had to wear one. With a goose-feather duster in hand, she posed in the mirror. She loved how the dress looked, the lowered front showed her creamy chest and cleavage as she bent slightly forward, her breasts fully visible and her nipples dark. Standing upright the shortened length of the hem almost showed the lower curves of her bum, with the hem just below her pussy. Lisa stood on tiptoe and the hem rose high above her hip, making her bottom half completely exposed. She grinned as she turned her back to the mirror and looked at her shoulders and upper back. She bent forward slowly, the full curves of her cheeks tantalisingly exposed as the hem rode up her lower back.
Master John loved her full body, loved kissing her ankles and her thick calves and thighs he had spent so many pleasurable hours between, lovingly sucking and kissing them; he loved her full arse, he couldn't get enough biting and sucking on her cheeks, playfully grabbing handfuls as he did - he complained of not having a bigger mouth to be able to gorge himself more on her cheeks and thighs. He loved seeing her body and she loved showing it to him, exciting him always and she always tried to find new ways of presenting herself to him when she wanted to show herself off. She knew this uniform was the perfect way to give herself to him today; she felt so horny in anticipation and at how desirable she looked, she loved how sexy and available she looked for her Master and she knew it would keep him aroused and ready to please her for hours.
It was time! Maid Lisa opened her door and stepped down the hall to the next room, turned the brass handle and opened the heavy oak door slowly, avoiding the creaking hinges that would surely awake Master John - she alone wanted to wake him this morning.