Maidservant And Her Mistress Pt 02

That day was also a very cold day like yesterday. It was a special day for two reasons. First of all, the maid was supposed to meet her Mistresses today, and secondly it was Mistress Isabelle's birthday.

The maid decided to stay in her cramped apartment and not go anywhere. She was looking forward to the phone from her Mistress inviting her to work at her home. She was aware of that work could be slavish and that humiliation would be the order of the day, but this perspective excited her greatly.

While waiting for the call, she gave vent to her sick fantasies. She knew what she was doing now was pathetic. Pathetic, because no one who has a bit of erotic taste would not be delighted with such a view, especially when it comes to her appearance.

She was lying on the bed now. She imagined as she was lying on the floor now, and above her were Mistress Veronica and Mistress Isabelle. The Mistresses stood proudly with their legs slightly spreaded, dressed in their black leather high boots.

From time to time, they put their feet on different parts of her disgusting body, digging in their heels deeply and pressing her hunchbacked back, fat ass, or head with the soles of their boots. The maidservant felt wonderful at the moment.

She reminded herself yesterday. The view of Mistress Veronica, her appearance, her clothing, her boots, the style she walked in her boots, her gloves, the way she put on her gloves, the gestures and above all her voice.

Yes, her voice, the way she controlled the conversation, the style in which she humiliated her, the style in which she gave her orders. One thing the maid could not forgive herself was that she failed to kneel before her Mistress.

Her longing for kneeling before her Mistress was so great that she decided not to wait for the meeting, but during the telephone conversation she would worship her Mistress and she would humble herself kneeling down on her knees.

She knew that her Mistress would not see her humiliation, but just the gesture she wanted to perform, just the way her Mistress would address her, the way her Mistress would give orders over the phone, it had all introduced her into a state of incredible euphoria and excitement.

She tried to focus to find a way to discreetly let her Mistress know that she was kneeling in front of her. All these attempts to concentrate disturbed the image of her Mistress appearing to her and each time the euphoria and excitement returned.

She finally fell asleep. About noon, the telephone ring woke her up. ID unavailable, but she sensed that Mistress Veronica was calling to make an appointment with her regarding work for her.

Somehow, the maid wanted to improve the position of the hair on her head, but she quickly realized that it would not be needed at all, because this is just a phone call. So she abandoned her hair towards what she had previously planned to do, that is, worship her Mistress.

She walked quickly to the center of the room and knelt on her bare knees on the hard floor. The telephone rang as if showing its impatience. Finally, fearing an earful from her Mistress, she answered the phone with a trembling hand.

"Hello."

What was the surprise of the maid combined with the breath of relief when instead of the stream of curse she heard the warm, soothing, nice voice of her Mistress at her address, the same as she had heard during yesterday's meeting.

In that voice you could feel that Mistress was smiling. Only a classy Lady like Mistress Veronica could behave like that.

"Finally! I have been waiting for ages before you answer this call. I thought it was you, not me, who care about this job and you are lingering here."

Mistress Veronica, calling, had to go somewhere, because her nice voice was accompanied by an even nicer loud sound of clicking heels, which seemed to spread in a large corridor. Undoubtedly, they were heels of Lady's boots.

"I am very sorry, Mistress Veronica, I really watched and waited for Your call, but I did not know why, I had some sleep. I don't know, maybe the reason was that I was a bit tired."

[Mistress's laughter]

"Well, but I'm not interested at all whether you are tired or not. You have to be always ready for my orders, and now I deserve an apology from you, don't you think?"

"Yes ... You are right as usual, my Mistress." Here came the idea to the maid to tell her Mistress that she was kneeling in front of her.

She was afraid of her reaction a bit, but decided to tell her about it. "Well, because You know ... I don't know how to say it ... and I don't know if You will believe me, my Mistress ... but ..." Here the maid stopped for a moment, which made her Mistress a little impatient:

"But? ... well, what do you want to say to me for your apology?"

"Well, because I ... as we are talking on the phone now ...I'm kneeling on my knees ... in fact ... I've been kneeling since answering the phone from You ... and I'm kneeling all this time during our conversation ... and, in fact, I'm so sorry now ... that You had to wait so long for me to answer the phone, my Mistress."

At this message, Mistress Veronica laughed gently, as she did humiliating her maid yesterday.

"No, really? You are really kneeling now on your knees? No, come on. Well, I have to admit that you surprised me. You know that you are practically my maidservant, it doesn't mean that you have to humble yourself before me.

"I know that you are already used to such treatment because you worked for other dominant women, but you know ... I would not like you to think of me as a tyrant. But on the other hand, it's nice that you are slowly getting used to kneel in front of me. Isabelle would love it too."

"I don't think You are a tyrant at all, my Mistress. On the contrary. I think that You treat me very well and in the right way."

[Mistress's laughter]

"Oh, really? And I already thought I was too cruel to you."

"No, not at all. I think you deserve an apology, my Mistress, so please accept it as the worship I am giving to you now. I am also asking for permission to let me kneel during our telephone conversation."

Mistress Veronica laughed heartily at the phone.

"Just like yesterday, as usual, you made me laugh with your behavior. Okay, let's agree that I accept your apology and if you enjoy kneeling on your knees in front of me, so I let you keep on kneeling. Ok?"

"Thank You very much, my Mistress."

After these words, the telephone signal disappeared and there was silence in the telephone. She was terrified that Mistress Veronica could get angry again because of her. She looked at the phone screen. It was evident that the connection was not broken. So she tried to say something into the microphone:

"Hello ... hello ... Mistress Veronica, are You there?"

After which the maids breathed a sigh of relief, hearing again the nice voice of her Mistress:

"Yes, I am. Apparently I had to cover the phone's microphone accidentally, so you didn't hear me."

"Oh, and I was afraid something would happen again because of me."

[Mistress's laughter]

"No, no. It's all right. See, with the impression that you are kneeling now, I dropped my glove on the floor accidentally and had to lift it myself. You know, there is no one around here like you who would obediently pick it up for me, so that I don't have to bend down." Mistress said in a cheerful voice to the phone.

"Well, indeed. You had to take Your glove off for some reason, didn't You?"

"Yes. I was just getting ready to go because I had an appointment to the beauty salon for a manicure and I already put my gloves on and my coat and I was about to leave when I remembered that I was going to call you. I didn't want to go back to the office. But outside it blows so badly, so I thought I'd call from the corridor.

"And suddenly there was a customer who wanted to say hello to me. And you know, the customer is not what you are. It's a completely different social class and it wasn't right not to take my glove off. But we are talking about gloves, and I'm calling you here, you know why, don't you?"

"Yes, my Mistress."

"Then tell me why I am calling to you. I would like to hear that from you. You have to say it clearly and with the complete sentence."

"Mistress, You call me to hire me to work as your maidservant."

Mistress Veronica laughed softly into the phone:

"Great, that's what I wanted to hear from you. I talked to Isabelle yesterday about the fact that we would have a new maidservant. But I haven't told her yet that I had met you yesterday and that's you who will be this maidservant, and I haven't shown her this photo yet, which I had done to you yesterday.

"It will be a birthday surprise for her because, as you probably know, today is her thirtieth birthday. We have a scheduled grand party this weekend and then she will get a lot of gifts from family, friends and acquaintances, but I think that it would be nice if she got a small gift in the form of a personal maidservant today. What do you think about it?"

"Very good idea, my Mistress."

"Yes. I have to tell you that I have a lot of interesting and exciting ideas about you lately. You are probably curious about it, aren't you?"

"Well, yes, my Mistress."

"Patience. You will have the opportunity to experience everything in your time. You will come to us today at 4pm. Just be punctual. You know where we live, the address has not changed.

"You don't have to bring any work clothes or any tools for work. Everything that needed, you'll get it with us. That's basically everything. Want to tell me something more?"

"I would like to thank You very much, my Mistress ... and that's it."

Mistress Veronica laughed softly into the phone:

"You're welcome. How are your knees? Do they hurt a bit?"

"Nnno, I'm fine."

"You are persistent. I do not want to force you to do anything, but it would be nice if you come to us, as if you knelt in front of us when we talk to you, and actually I wanted to say: when we will give you orders. Isabelle would definitely like it. What do you think?"

"Of course I will kneel. I remember that I am supposed to provide my Mistresses with entertainment."

[Mistress's laughter]

"Great. I can see that you learn quickly. You can also prepare some welcome speech in our honor and some curtsey for greeting, okay?"

"Yes, my Mistress. I will do it as You wish."

"Great. Treat it formally, not as a wish, but as my first order to you. Ok. I have to go, because I'm already a little late to the beauty salon. I am already very EXCITED at the thought of our meeting. See you then."

"Goodbye, my Mistress. I wish You a pleasant stay at the beauty salon."

[Mistress's laughter]

"Oh, thank you. What can I wish you? Hmmm. I wish you a pleasant wait for the longed-for meeting with your Mistresses." Mistress Veronica laughed and hung up.

Mistress Veronica, pressing the button on her smartphone with her finger in her leather glove, smiled and whispered to herself:

"Oh, you stupid pathetic freak, if you knew what fate Isabelle and I will give you."

Mistress Veronica looked at her boots and gloves and thought, "Uhmm, you look beautiful today, Lady Veronica," and smiled.

Mistress left the building and clicking loudly her heels of her boots headed towards the car. When she came up to it, she opened the trunk, at the end of which lay some material rolled up in a ball, reminiscent of some clothing.

Mistress leaned over to get this luggage out. With her left gloved hand she leaned on the bottom of the trunk, leaned inside, her right leg in the boot sexy bent perpendicularly in the knee, with her right gloved hand grabbed the clothes and took them out straightening herself.

Mistress stood with her legs slightly spreaded and expanded the contents. After expanding, it turned out that it was a women's kitchen apron designed for cleaning work. From the unfolded apron, women's flip flops fell into the trunk.

After unrolling the apron, Mistress grabbed it by its two upper ends with her gloved hands and stared at it. The apron was pink with white dots, sleeveless. Mistress raised her hands up and looked at it from both sides. The apron was creased, it can be seen that it was used.

"There is no need even to iron. I specially bought it to her so tight that it would iron itself and fit on her fat hideous body," Mistress thought, smiling to herself.

Disgusted with the apron, Mistress rolled it back into a ball, squeezing it even more with her gloved hands and threw it nonchalantly back into the trunk. Then she picked up white flip-flops. Their innocent color contrasted with the lustful sexy blackness of Mistress's gloves. Mistress looked at the flip-flops from both sides.

Their soles were very worn.

"Yes, not all women can walk in heels," Mistress thought smiling to herself.

Mistress threw the flip-flops into the trunk and thought,

"Actually ... she cost me little ... I managed to get the cheapest products on the used clothing website ... and that a little cheap ... well ... the maidservant is not a model ... the more cheap outfit, the more she will be ... oh anyway ... does it matter ... she is supposed to toil under my heel instead of dressing up." Mistress smiled, closed the trunk and drove away.

The next hours passed to the maid in preparation for the meeting with her Mistresses. First she stood in front of the mirror and practiced bows that she couldn't handle with and she looked comically curtseying in front of the mirror.

Then she tried to make a welcoming speech in honor of her Mistresses. Unfortunately, it didn't work out very well. Artistic stress before the show in front of her Mistresses made itself felt and she could not collect her thoughts.

So she picked up the notebook she had on hand, her pencil, and began writing down the texts she was about to say in greeting. She did not write well, because after a few saved sentences, she tore the pages from her notebook, crushed them angrily, and threw them on the floor.

The maid was very eager to do well before her Mistresses, in terms of both bow and speech. She knew that if she did not succeed, she would definitely provide some entertainment for her Mistresses, if they would laugh at her, but she also knew that she would not avoid humiliation on their part.

Preparation for the meeting took the maid all the time from the phone conversation she had with her Mistress, until she had to go out before the bus leaves her so that she would not be late for the meeting.

Before leaving, she still knelt on the floor to collect the scattered papers with her notes. During the journey she was still writing the text of the welcome speech. And finally she reached the house of her Mistresses.

She stood in front of the front door and pressed the bell button.

The door opened and smiling Mistress Veronica appeared. She looked wonderful, as usual. The same makeup that she had yesterday, sharp, emphasizing eyes and lips and retouching wrinkles gained as she grow older.

Jewelry, earrings, pearl necklace and bracelet, glasses. She was wearing a black blouse with a large cleavage and lace sleeves reaching to her elbow. Mistress's blouse was so tight that it emphasized her folds on her tummy.

Looking deeper into Lady's cleavage, you could see a fragment of a black lace bra supporting mature big breasts, which seemed to want to jump out of it. Below the sleeves of the blouse: delicate, pale hands.

Manicured nails, after a visit to the beauty salon, painted red. In addition, Mistress was wearing a white tight skirt reaching to her knees, and on her legs she had black fishnet stockings and black leather knee-high boots with high heels and with pointed toes, the same she was wearing yesterday.

Boots were fastened with a black zipper along the entire length of the upper.

"Come in," Lady greeted her with an inviting gesture, "take off your jacket, hang it here on a hanger. Here on the hanger you have your apron in which you will work. Take off all your clothes and leave them here. If you change, come to the living room, we have to fix something.

"I will wait there for you. Oh, and take off your pants, socks or tights, or whatever you have underneath. I want you to wear only your panties and the apron I showed you. Well, eventually you can leave yourself your bra.

"Oh, instead of your shoes, you'll put on the flip-flops that stand here." Mistress pointed with her beautiful, red nails where the new footwear of the maid stands, then loudly clicking the heels of her boots on the tiled floor, she walked proudly into the living room.

The maid began dressing up as ordered by her Mistress. The apron was pink with white dots. Made of cheap material. Fastened with white buttons. It had no sleeves, reached halfway up her thighs.

It was very tight, so tight that it was barely fastened. The flip-flops were as tacky as the apron. They were very uncomfortable. A rubber sole, some plastic strips that stuck painfully into her feet. After the maid changed, she approached the living room humbly.

Her Lady stood on the opposite side by the window with her back turned and talked on the phone. The maid stood for a moment so as not to disturb the conversation. Her Lady was holding the phone to her ear in her left hand and her waist was supported by her side with her right hand.

In addition, she leaned her left foot only on the heel of her boot, slightly raising the sole and dangling the foot teasing around her ankle. When suddenly Mistress, talking on, turned to her, smiled, raised her hand up and wiggling her fingers with nails painted red, invited her to the living room, then she obscured the phone's microphone and said:

"Stand here in the middle of the living room and wait. I will come in a moment," Lady said, then left the living room to the next room while still talking on the phone.

The living room was large, furnished, modern with a fireplace. Opposite the entrance to the living room, on the south-facing wall was a large balcony window with access to the covered terrace and garden.

A large comfortable leather sofa, upholstered in brown leather, stood on the west side, on which three people could sit freely. A small coffee table stood in front of the sofa. On the opposite side were two chests of drawers and a picture hanging on the wall.

The maid didn't notice any extra chairs or armchairs to sit on. She stated that there was no place for her, moreover, as recommended by her Mistress, as a person belonging to the lower social class, she was to kneel before her Ladies, which she will certainly have to do soon.

After a while, the loud clicking of the boots announced that Mistress was coming back to the living room. She came into it, smiling as usual. In her hand was a black satin robe and a small satin sack.

The sack on the front had two golden ribbons sewn in, arranged in the shape of a cross, in the center of which a large golden bow was tied, which symbolized that the sack would form a gift wrap.

"Here, put this robe on yourself," ordered Mistress Veronica, handing it to her maidservant.

She put it obediently. After which the Lady turned to the maid again:

"Now, kneel on your knees in front of me!"

The maid knelt down.

"Oh, yes ... beautiful view. This is probably the second time you kneel before me today, isn't it?" said Mistress, smiling sneeringly and looking at her maid from above, "but for the first time live. Yeah ... and now we will put the bag."

Mistress with a lustful smile put a black bag on the head of the maid, "Oh, yes ... I have to admit that you look great in this bag on your head. Isabelle will have a perfect gift for her 30th birthday and it didn't cost me anything. Ah, I would forget. After all, you got paid yesterday for carrying my shopping."

The sack was long enough to cover her entire head and neck. Mistress corrected its position so that it lay straight and ordered the maid to turn slightly so that she knelt front to the sofa, on which the Ladies would sit, kicking her gently with the tip of the boot on the calf: