'Josie ... Come in, come in ... I'm so glad you could help me out like this.' Mistress Megan held open the door to her apartment, and as I walked in, I felt the normal jumble of emotions rise up and threaten to overwhelm me.
I had received a text message from her at 4.30, while I was sitting rather bored in a meeting at the bank where I work. I was helping on a presentation to a group of fund managers who all thought they were rather clever and wonderful, but unfortunately, I didn't. It had been a long boring afternoon and my role had been one of support; making sure files were on hand and notes were taken properly. When my phone had chimed with the text message, I had received a frown from my boss for having the audacity to receive a text, and some strange looks from the others in the room as they watched me reading it blushing furiously.
Josie, Please be a dear and help out this evening. I have two special guests coming for dinner. I need serving Staff - uniform provided. 7.30, don't be late Megan.
I could imagine what the uniform would be like and felt a thrill of delightful naughtiness tingle through my pussy.
I crossed my legs and glanced about the table. I knew I was blushing as red as my blouse but at this moment I didn't really care.
I hadn't heard from Mistress Megan for several weeks and had been waiting for a call or text, and was both thrilled and nervous to know another game was about to take place. I wasn't going to have time to go back to my apartment and change, but I could pop into the gym for a shower ... at least I could if this meeting finished in time.
The meeting was a special one for my office, so I had taken a more effort with what I was wearing that day. I had on a smart grey business suite - very proper, with the skirt cut just above the knee. A red blouse, black tights and sexy red underwear to match the blouse - and had felt smart and sexy all day.
The meeting broke up a little after six and I dashed out to the gym to freshen up - picking up a pair of seamed black stockings and a suspender belt on the way (I couldn't turn up at my Mistresses house in tights, or gad-awful sexless pantyhose, as my American friend, Annie called them!) - and dashed over to Mistress Megan's apartment.
'Just drop your coat and bag in the spare room,' called Megan, disappearing towards the kitchen. I did so, noticing two costume bags hanging on the wardrobe as I left, then came out and joined her in the lounge. She handed me a glass of white wine and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.
'Would you mind putting some music on, please, Josie, something soft. I've had a stressful day and need to unwind a little before my guests arrive.'
'Yes, Mistress.' I went to the music centre and had a look through the CD's scattered on the shelf above, and chose a 'Café del Mar' volume. The music began and the door bell chimed, jolting me back to reality and making my stomach tighten with nerves.'
'It's alright, relax,' said Megan. Smiling, she pinched my bottom as she went past to the door. 'That'll be Helen. She'll also be serving this evening. My dinner guests won't be here for some time yet.'
Megan came back in leading a very nervous Helen by the hand. That was how Mistress Megan liked her girls, nervous. Helen and I had been involved in games before. On our last encounter, she had helped 'Doctor' Megan give me a very public examination playing the part of 'Nurse.' She smiled when she saw me, and I think we both took a little comfort from the other's presence.
The three of us chatted for a while sipping our wine, allowing the nerves to subside a little, and then Megan clapped her hands.
'We should all be getting ready, they'll be here soon. If you two will help each other out in the spare room, your outfits are hanging on the wardrobe. I'll be in to check on you in a little while.'
I followed Helen into the bedroom. It was a little cramped so we pushed the single bed against the wall to make a bit more room. Taking out the first costume bag, Helen unzipped it, took out the costume and held it up. It was a French Maid's uniform on a hanger. She blushed red as she took the separate pieces and laid them on the bed.
'This is tiny!' she exclaimed, holding up a little ruffled skirt. It was lacy and black, and flared out by several stiff white petticoats sewn inside.
The door opened and Megan came in.
'Ladies, you're not even undressed yet. Strip!'
Feeling weak, I started to undo the cuffs of my blouse and realised I was blushing the same as Helen. Helen was hesitating and appeared uncomfortable.
'Helen, I said strip! Get naked, now! I want you both to do as you're told, without me having to repeat myself, do you understand?'
'Yes, Mistress,' we both chimed, and then hurried to remove our clothes as fast as we could. For a few minutes, we bumped into each other in the confined space, removing skirts, blouses and underwear while Megan sat on the bed and watched.
Despite her slow start, Helen was naked first. She stood shivering slightly, staring at the floor, covering her pussy with one hand while the other was held across her breasts. I knew just how she felt. As I rolled down my last stocking, I felt terribly exposed in Mistress Megan's unsmiling gaze. Part of me wanted to grab my clothes and run, while the slut in me wanted this to continue so I could be embarrassed and humiliated for Megan's pleasure.
Finally naked, I stood with my hands over my pussy and stared at the carpet. I felt my nipples harden. I have quite big breasts and large prominent nipples, especially when they're erect. The nipples become hard and the areoles tighten and crinkle, I'm quite proud of them but also, believe it or not, I'm very shy.
'Don't cover yourselves. You're mine to do with as I wish and you do not cover yourselves. Put your hands at your sides and don't move.'
Standing up, Megan ran her hands over each of us - squeezing and rolling our breasts and then pulling our nipples until they became fully erect. I loved the feeling of helplessness, knowing I couldn't move while my mistress touched me. Being told what to do, and feeling the power my mistress held over me is an incredible turn on.
'Both of you put one leg on the bed. I want to examine your pussies.'
We both complied and I was glad I'd taken the time to trim and shave earlier. Megan got down in front of us and I glanced down as she got closer to my vagina.
'Spread your lips, Josie.' I did as she asked and shivered as her tongue darted out to lap once and then again at my gaping cunt. I stood with two fingers spreading myself even as she turned to Helen and tasted her. I could hear Helen's breathing quicken and she gasped as Megan's tongue made contact the first time. Having finished her inspection, Megan stood up.
'Delicious, and very pretty, girls. I want you to put your stockings and suspender belts on first and then you can do your make-up.' She passed us stockings, still in their packets, and thin black suspender belts.
I clipped the suspender belt around my waist and then opened the stockings; a fine fishnet ... black, of course. I tried to make Mistress happy by making a show of putting them on. Keeping my legs straight whenever possible and giving her a good look at my bottom as I bent over. I noticed Helen doing the same beside me, remaining bent forward as she felt Mistress Megan touch her, squeezing her bottom appreciatively for a moment before spreading her cheeks to kiss her anus - Helen gave a sweet little sigh.
Next, we were given black patent leather ankle-boots with five-inch heels, which we quickly put on, and then we were led to the bathroom. Helen had smaller breasts than mine and I was thrilled to catch Mistress looking past her, watching as my larger breasts moved with each step.
The boots were difficult to adjust to - at least if I wanted to appear sexy but I enjoy wearing heels and was pretty sure I was walking well in them.
She placed makeup onto the dressing table. 'I want you both to look the same, so both use the same make-up, it will add to the spectacle of my two house-maids. One stunning blond, and one stunning brunette. She was stroking our bottoms as we looked at her reflection in the mirror.
'There's red lipstick, and green, grey and blue eye-shadow, use them all. I want to see far too much makeup ladies, remember you're sluts so look like sluts for me. Oh, and red nail varnish, you can come out when the nail varnish is dry.'
Thirty minutes later, were back in the bedroom.
We put on the rest of the uniforms. White lacy tops with cap-sleeves, the neckline elasticised so it could easily be lowered. Over this, I put on a tight black 'waspie' corset, cinched at the waist to just below my breasts, and then the little black skirt with the stiff petticoats that come to just above our stocking tops. With a grin, Mistress Megan passed us small white aprons and mop hats to finish the look. I took them reluctantly, aware I was now a sexual fantasy figures, but also aware that I was feeling a strange mixture of sexy, ridiculous and extreme self-consciousness.
'You both look incredibly sexy.'
'Thank you Mistress,' we both bobbed a curtsey.
'There ... There aren't any knickers, mistress,' murmured Helen. I turned to see her pulling at her skirt trying to make it cover her bottom.
'No, there aren't any knickers,' confirmed Mistress Megan with a smile. 'Leave your skirt alone, your bottom is meant to be seen.' The doorbell went before anyone could say anything else, and we followed her to the door.
'Don't let me down, girls. If you refuse any of my requests this evening, I will punish you severely. Do you understand?'
'Yes, Mistress.' Bobbing another curtsy, I glanced across at Helen then reached out and squeezed her hand. She smiled but looked as nervous as I felt.
'Megan, I hope we're not too early?'
'No, of course not. Katje, Julia, please, come in.' Megan stood back from the door allowing two women to enter. They were both in their mid to late thirties and very attractive. The first had short dark hair and wore a fur coat. She let it fall from her shoulders as she came in and without a word passed it to Helen who took it and folded it over her arm. Beneath the coat, Katje, for that was her name, wore a short black dress, stockings and heels.
'You're very pretty,' she tilted Helen's chin with a finger, and then glanced down at her uniform. 'Very pretty indeed.' She glanced at me but didn't say anything. The second woman now entered and I felt a wave of panic rush through me - Julia Dale. She worked in my building, the floor above me...she was beautiful, often a fantasy for me, long legs, big breasts and a stern exterior that I had always felt hid a soft loving heart, but...
'Hello, Megan, and Josephine is here too, what a nice surprise.' She looked me up and down, a smile on her lips. 'I didn't expect to find you here, Josephine. And dressed so...prettily, I never would have guessed.'
She kissed Megan on both cheeks and then unbuttoned her coat. Beneath, she wore a black knee-length skirt and matching jacket, white blouse and black stockings.
'Where do you know my little pet, Josie, from?' Megan helped Julia remove her coat and then passed it to me. Helen had already led Katje through to the living room. I stared at Julia. This was no longer a delicious game. Julia was part of my other life, my working life, the life of prim and proper Josie Crupper. I wanted to cry and run away and this Maid's uniform now felt ridiculous.
