The next morning, Victoria woke up very early, even though it was the weekend. Her husband was still asleep, but she knew she had to be at Britney's door by 8. She didn't have time for a long bath like she was used to, so she took a quick shower. After that she dressed in blue jeans and a simple white T-shirt. She packed a few clothes and the basics, like a toothbrush and a phone charger.
When she was ready to leave, she went to bedroom and whispered to her husband that she loved him and would call him later. She did all her morning activities in a rush, which was caused by nervousness. She didn't know what would happen next, but thinking back to yesterday, Victoria felt a growing tightness in her stomach.
Victoria drove in silence the entire way, not wanting to listen to music or a podcast. Her thoughts were already overwhelming her. Luckily, Britney didn't live far away, only a 20-minute drive away.
When she got there, she noticed that the building Britney had told her to come to was a dorm, but it didn't belong to the school where Victoria taught. Oh yeah, she thought. How could a young girl have her own apartment? If she lived without her parents, then it was very likely that she lived in a dorm.
She parked right by the front door and got out of the car. After getting out of the car, she looked around for a moment, observing the building and the surrounding area. It was modern and in very good condition. After a moment, she walked up the stairs leading to the front door and went inside.
A large hall with an elevator opposite appeared before her eyes. On the right side was the reception desk, from which an older man was walking towards Victoria. It was probably the receptionist, keeping order in the dorm. He approached her slowly but firmly. Victoria noticed a name tag on the right side of the chest, which read "Mr. Gregory.
"Good morning, madam, Can I help you with something?"
"Good morning, sir, ummm... it's my first time here... I was supposed to meet someone in room no. 7 at 8am..."
"Ahhh, are you a teacher? Britney warned me she was starting tutoring today and you'd show up in the morning."
"That's right, it's me. My name is Victoria Wesley, and... I'm here for Britney. That's right. I'll be tutoring her."
Victoria felt confused. What tutoring? Britney hadn't mentioned anything about it... unless it was just a cover story to get her into the dorms, Victoria thought. And that old man at the front desk... he must know the dorms well to mention Britney.
"In that case, I'd be happy to show you the way to her room. Please follow me."
The man led the way to the elevator, where he explained to Victoria which floor to go to and then which corridor to find her room. He was very helpful and friendly. She thanked him and pressed the button for the 3rd floor of the dorm. A moment later she was at the door of room no. 7. Her legs felt like jelly, but without thinking much, she knocked on the door.
After a moment, the door opened, and Britney stood on the other side, a cynical smile on her face. She was wearing tight black leather leggings and a tight black blouse. She was standing barefoot, with red painted toenails. Her hair was disheveled and wet, as if she had just gotten out of the bath.
"What are you staring at? Come inside."
Victoria entered the room hesitantly and looked around. It was a small place with one bedroom and kitchen cabinets. There were some personal items lying around the room, like books, photos, and clothes. There was one bed in the room, meaning it was a single room. On the right side was a small bathroom. Her exploration of the unknown space was interrupted by the sound of a closing door.
"You're probably wondering why I called you here so early in the morning on a weekend. Am I right?"
"Yes, Britney, I've been thinking about this all evening... Oh, sorry...sorry, mistress... I wanted to say that you're right, mistress..."
"You're lucky you've improved. But this is the last time you've hesitated like this. You're to address me as I told you. Do you understand, slut?"
"Yes, mistress..."
Victoria breathed a sigh of relief. She got away with it this time, but she had to be careful not to make a mistake; she knew Britney was capable of anything and wouldn't hesitate to ruin her life. She lowered her head, looking at the floor, waiting for Britney to continue.
"Until recently I was the one addressing you as Mrs. It's funny how in one moment the roles have reversed. And what's even funnier is that my teacher will now serve me. But let's get down to business. Today is the start of your training. Every Saturday you'll come over to my place to clean my room and cook me something nice to eat. This will be the beginning of your compensation for sticking your nose in other people's life."
Britney went to the closet and pulled out a black box. She pulled out the contents and placed pieces of delicate fabric on the bed. They were definitely some kind of clothing, but Victoria couldn't tell what exactly was there.
"This is the maid costume you will wear in my apartment. I hope it fits, because I chose the size by eye. So, get naked, including your underwear. I won't repeat myself."
Victoria timidly grabbed the button on her pants. She unbuttoned it gently, then slid the zipper down, letting her jeans slide down. She stepped out of them, kicking off her shoes in the process. She then grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up, revealing her simple bra that held her beautiful breasts. When she hesitated for a moment to take off her underwear, Britney beckoned with her finger, significantly hurrying up her new servant. Victoria took a deep breath and quickly pulled off her bra and panties, throwing them to the ground.
Britney, seeing her teacher's obedience, smiled proudly, feeling more and more control over her. She passed Victoria with a confident step and approached the bed, handing her the pieces of the maid's costume one by one.
At first, Victoria was given a very skimpy black thong. Then a tight white shirt that had a very deep neckline and short sleeves. When she had it on, she was given a pair of black, transparent tights, which she had a problem with because she wore them very rarely, usually at important events such as weddings.
She struggled for a while to put them on, but when she finally managed, she was given another piece of clothing, which was a black leather mini skirt. It was very tight and short; Victoria felt very uncomfortable in it. The outfit was completed with a black and white apron that was wrapped around her waist. When Victoria thought it was over, Britney pulled out high black stilettos from under the bed, very shiny and elegant.
"Now you look like a perfect maid. Very naughty maid... haha. Go to the mirror and see what you look like."
Victoria struggled to get to the nearby mirror and was shocked when she saw herself in it. A maid? She looked like some kind of whore. She thought to herself, and tears immediately began to well up in her eyes. But there was no time to cry as Britney continued her performance.
