The woman gave Alice something to eat and drink. Alice decided the drink would probably be spiked, but she was too thirsty not to drink it all down deeply. She vaguely remembered having seen someone drink somebody's cum - that wouldn't make you go all wobbly, she thought. Drinking cum... Clinking rum... Blinking bum...
She didn't know how long she'd been away, and whoever was there now probably wouldn't tell. That much was clear enough to her... She was sitting in a chair. The leather of the seat felt cold; her arms were tied to the arm rests and her ankles were strapped to the chair legs, so that her pussy, which was positioned exactly over the edge of the seat, was exposed to each and anyone's view. Fortunately there didn't seem to be many people around... The gag was back into place.
The room seemed empty. But eventually she heard someone move behind her.
"Hi, girl," she heard. "Hmmm, you sure look good!"
It was a feminine voice with a strange tinge to it. She craned her head to see - but she couldn't turn her head enough.
"Do you want to see me?"
Alice nodded. She heard footsteps on the hard floor. Someone appeared in sight. Another girl, Alice thought at first. She had beautiful long black hair, and great breasts, enveloped in a very sexy see-through bra; she wore black stockings and thin panties - and she saw that there were a cock and balls in them, not hard as yet, but unmistakably a cock, and a fair sized, and probably quite a serviceable one, too.
"I'm afraid I was born like this... I feel I'm a woman. Just think of me as Joanie," the person said. "OK?"
Alice nodded again.
"On with the show," Joanie said cheerfully. "Some more subconscious ideas of yours. Enjoy!"
Enjoy alright, Alice thought sourly. Watching yourself doing all sorts of shocking things without even having as much as the fun of it...
Joanie sat down on a low stool next to her and picked up the remote. "Here goes!"
The now familiar titles appeared: "Hot Dreams of Alice," followed by "In Service - Day Two."
Alice first saw her bedroom, where Mrs Jones laid out her clothes for the day. They were quite similar to yesterday's ones but for the underwear which was black and clearly designed not to cover her essential parts.
When she was ready Alice emerged from the bathroom, made up and freshly showered.
"Here's today's dress," Mrs Jones said. "There's a list of your tasks on the table. Mrs Townes will be leaving for London at around ten, by the way. She will not be back until tomorrow. Ok?"
Alice nodded and Mrs Jones left the room. She began to dress, beginning with her stockings and garter belt. When she rolled the stockings up her legs Alice could see her pussy. It looked somewhat swollen already, she thought, probably due to the sexual tension in that household...
Next came the panties. They were very small and didn't have any material where it was really needed, leaving her pussy and anus open to the air. The bra was of a similar cut. It had a kind of small plateaux that supported her breasts; they were otherwise naked.
Alice thought that her self in the bedroom didn't really dislike wearing it, for her nipples grew hard as she stood up and looked at herself in the mirror.
She picked up the blouse. It was a similar one to the day before, ruffled, white, with a loose elastic in the neck. It fell nicely around her naked breasts, yet was tight enough to indicate her nipples, and it was slightly diaphanous; her breast shimmered a little through the material.
The black satin maid's dress was a little different, too - a white frilly edge had been stitched into the skirt to give the impression of an underskirt, and the whole skirt was even shorter than yesterday. It also showed a tendency to ride up her back, and she had to pull it down every now and then. If she didn't bear herself like a queen, she would show her bare pussy to the world.
She went over to the table and picked up the task-list. "Study first, to be hoovered and dusted," she said. "Ok."
The picture shifted and Alice was shown entering the study, carrying a duster and a vacuum cleaner. The bottom of her buttocks showed under her skirt; she had no way of pulling down the dress with her hands full. It was a disturbing sight, alice thought, those white orbs with the shiny black straps running tautly across them, down to her stocking tops. She dusted all surfaces, efficiently and fast, and then started hoovering the floor.
Mrs Townes walked into the study, greeting Alice kindly. She was carrying a small tray, and when she was halfway the room she made as to trip over the flex of the vacuum cleaner. She dropped the tray and its contents spilled all over the floor.
Alice was working with her eyes to the floor, so she didn't see it happen.
"Oh dear," Mrs Townes said. "I've dropped my pearls! My necklace got broken last night and I wanted to put them in the cupboard in here. Alice, dear, be so good and pick them up, will you? I have to hurry."
"Yes, ma'am," Alice said.
"Thank you," Mrs Townes said, and she left the room.
Alice went down on her knees. As she did so the dress crept up half-way her back. She tried to pull it down but it didn't work; it crept back at once. She apparently gave up and crawled across the floor in search of the pearls that had rolled all over the carpet, under the desk, under the bookcase, the various chairs...
The camera showed her whole slit, and her puckered rosebud in the frame of the sides of her panties, sitting sprucely between her legs, lined by the garter straps. Her breasts, hanging loosely in her blouse, shook a little as she crawled back and forth with the tray within reach. Now and then she straightened her back; it had been a long, triple necklace and there were lots and lots of pearls everywhere.
The door of the study, which must have been well-oiled, for it opened inaudibly, admitted Mr Townes into the room. He looked at Alice hunting for the pearls with a small smile, and Alice could see his cock grow in his pants. She shook her head and she realised she didn't really know if she abhorred what was going on or if she wanted to be there, to be fucked soon by Mr Townes...
Alice didn't notice anything. She methodically worked at retrieving the fallen pearls in the far corner of the room that was getting the smallest amount of the morning light. Mr Townes softly shut the door. He turned the key in the lock and walked over to a strategically placed chair, where he sat down, smiling at Alice's back.
When Alice had picked up all the pearls in the part of the room she tackled first, she got up and noticed Mr Townes.
She blushed fiercely. "Oh, I'm sorry, sir," she said. "I hadn't heard you come in."
"No, I noticed that. Did you drop those? I don't hold with clumsiness."
Alice blushed even harder. "No, sir," she said.
