A VISITING MAID

A bead of perspiration trickled down the back of my neck as I approached the home of Mistress Lucinda. Taking a deep breath I reached out and pressed the rather ornate looking doorbell. From deep within the house I heard the muted chimes of my arrival and waited patiently.

'Yes?' the sound of a confident feminine voice emerged from the small speaker box next to the bell. 'Who is it?'

'It's Peter,' I stammered. There was short pause then I heard a click as a lock was triggered and the door slowly opened to reveal a long darkened corridor.

'Enter and proceed to the first door on the right'. There was another small click the speaker was then silent.

Stepping into the hallway I took in my surroundings. The carpet was a full weave and colourer a faint purple. I made sure my shoes were thoroughly clean before I took another step. Several landscape paintings lined both walls, each mounted within a sturdy looking frame.  A rather ornate looking glass light hung from the ceiling and threw light onto the door I was meant to enter.

Pushing my way inside I found myself in a small room lined with three wardrobes. One of the wardrobes was open and completely empty save for a few coat hangers placed on the internal rail.  Upon the front of the second wardrobe hung a black satin French maid's uniform with frilly white apron. I swallowed as I saw the garment and knew it was destined to be worn by me.

"Remove you male clothes and lock them inside the empty wardrobe, then await my arrival'.  The voice had once again come from a speaker, this one located in the top corner of the room. I hurriedly fumbled to remove my clothes and was soon hanging them inside the once empty wardrobe. Closing the door I saw a small key in the lock. I turned it and secured my attire inside. Looking around me to ensure I had not missed anything I stood naked in the center of the room and waited.

The door open behind me opened and I heard the whisper of satin. A soft delicate scent of roses touched my nose as I felt a presence behind me.

'So, you are to be my new maid for the day are you?' Mistress Lucinda walked around to stand before me. She was a tall and of athletic build. Her hair was long, straight and was streaked many different colours of blond and auburn. She gazed at me with dark brown eyes and I immediately felt compelled to look to the floor in respect. She wore a long black satin shirt nipped in at her slender waist by a thick looking leather belt. A crisp white satin high necked blouse covered her top to completing her attire. As my eyes looked down I caught the odd glimpse of her black high heeled court shoes each with a small golden fastening for the slender strap the crossed the brow of her foot.

It took me a moment to remember she had just asked me question.

'Yes Mistress,' I replied softly.

'That is 'Yes Mistress Lucinda'. You are always to dress me by my full title. Is this understood?'

'Yes Mistress Lucinda.' I responded.

She slowly turned around and removed the maid's uniform from the wardrobe door.

'As you may have already guessed this will be your uniform for todays service. I expect all my girls to be properly attired when on duty. Also I demand a very high attention to detail when serving me. Are you sure this is something you are able and willing to offer me?'

I had dreamt about serving a powerful woman as her maid for many years. Slowly my desires had led me to the internet where through many chats and online encounters I had stumbled across Mistress Lucinda's web site. I had been fortunate that by chance I had encounter Mistress herself in the chat room and had struck up a conversation with her finally admitting my wants and desires. Little had I realised at the time that that simple act would lead me to my current situation.

'I am willing to serve you Mistress Lucinda,' I had softened my voice to try and sound more feminine. A small but cruel smile flashed across the Mistress's lips as she handed me the uniform.

'Good. Well, firstly we must put you in some suitable underwear. Really the site of a naked man can be so ghastly.' Mistress moved to the third wardrobe and pulled the doors open. She took a few minutes collecting several items out of my view before returning to stand before me. I was handed a pair of black silk seamed stockings.

'Put these on and don't you dare ladder them.' I carefully held the soft items and slowly pulled them up my freshly shaven legs. The sensation was wonderful as I felt the cool soft touch of the stockings sliding further up. I took my time to ensure I did not snag them and as I straightened up again Mistress was already handing me a suspender belt. Again it was black in colour and had no less that eight straps hanging from it. Fastening it around myself I took the time to feed the stockings tops into the eight clasps. This took me some time as I was nervous and could not stop my hands from trembling as Mistress watched me. I had only ever dressed in private before this moment and having an audience of Mistress's stature made me tremble. Eventually I managed to close the last clasp. As I straightened again Mistress held out a black pair of satin French panties. There was a little lace trim around the hem. I slid these on and again felt a buzz of excitement as I pulled them up over the cool silky stockings. I took my time and made sure I was secure within the panties and that no nasty maleness was showing anymore.

This time when I looked up Mistress was holding a matching black satin bra. She motioned with her hand for me to turn around which I did obediently. Mistress held out the bra before me and I slid my arms through, she pulled it back behind me and fastened the clasps. As she did so her hand momentarily brushed my skin and it was like a shock of electricity through my body.

"You are looking better already,' she said slowly walking around me. 'However, we are far from done.' Turning back to the third wardrobe she emerged with a very full eight layered petticoat. Holding my arms up she tied the petticoat tightly around my waist. She took a few moments to fluff the layers out and as she did so I took the time to admire her delicately manicured long purple nails.

'Now, the uniform.' Again she handed me the black satin dress. I pulled it on over my head and Mistress slowly zipped up the back. Again the feeling of the light satin materiel made me quiver at its touch. Mistress took several moments making sure the dress covered the petticoat. Stepping back she smiled. 'Good, you are coming along nicely my dear, but there are still a few more things you need to become my maid.' Mistress pulled a cardboard box from under one of the wardrobes and removed the lid. Inside was a pair of black patent leather five inched heel court shoes. She handed them to me and I was instructed to put them on. Crouching down I heard the rustle of my uniform as I slipped the heels over my stockinged feet. Slowly I stood and could feel my calf muscles stretch as I did so. I teetered for a moment as I became accustomed to the new height. Mistress stood back and watched me as I tried to stand before her. Again the flash of a smile slipped across her lips.

'Let us concentrate on your makeup next. Follow me.' She brushed past me and stood by the door. It took me a moment to realise what she was waiting for but I quickly understood and reached past her to pull the door open. Without a word she stepped back into the hallway and waited by the door opposite. Stepping outside I realised that I would not be able to take anything more than small mincing steps in my new heels. I opened the door and allowed her to enter.

Stepping carefully inside myself I spotted a large well lit dressing table against the wall. A large mirror surrounded by many bright bulbs took precedence on the table top. I was ordered to be seated and as I did so I heard my dress rustle giving me another tinge of excitement. Mistress told me to face her and close my eyes.

The next several minutes were heaven. I felt Mistress close to me as she rubbed soft things against my skin or smeared some powered or cream. I was told to open my eyes and look up as Mistress applied black mascara to my eye lashes. I cannot describe adequately the feeling of being under her control at that moment as she changed my very being to that of her maid.

'Now, one more thing for you I think. Your hair.' I felt the wig being past over my head and pulled down into place. Fingers tucked at the hem and pushed any of my own hair away. Finally pins were inserted to hold the wig in place. 'Now, you may look at yourself.' With bated breath I slowly turned to look in the mirror. I could not believe the transformation. There in the refection was a twenty something girl with shoulder length bob styled hair forming a straight fringe across her forehead. Her eyes had been painted very dark and a liberal amount of mascara had been used to make her eye lashes appear long and thick. Her pouting mouth with framed with bright red glossy lips and her cheeks were gently coloured a tinge of red. She looked beautiful if a little sluttish. I could not believe that this beautiful creature was me.

"I think we must name you, obviously your former male name is of no importance.' Mistress thought for just a second before continuing, 'You will now be called Mandy. Maid Mandy.'

'Yes Mistress Lucinda,' I replied coyly.

'On your feet Mandy. You have work to do. Follow me,' I stood, again some what shakily and opened for door for Mistress. She glided through and I followed as we proceeded deeper into her household. 'I shall give you the full tour later but for now I think we need only concern you with the kitchen.' I tried to keep up as best I could, occasionally stumbling in the heels. Mistress did not seem concerned with my difficulty and did not once slow down as she led me through to her large kitchen. Fitted cupboards lined the room and were only broken up by an assortment of pans and kitchen implements hanging from overhead hooks.

I was led to the kitchen sink where I spotted a number of glasses, plates,  cups and saucers soaking in soapy water.

'This is you first task for today. It is last nights washing up. Get to it right away. I will inspect these items when I return and I shall expect them to be spotless. Understand girl?'

'Yes Mistress Lucinda,' I replied looking at her feet as I addressed her. With that she turned and headed for the door. I moved to the sink when I was suddenly aware that Mistress had stopped by the doorway.

'Mandy, when a Mistress enters or leaves a room what do you think a maid should do?' I turned back to her and for a moment my mind went blank. I bit my lip and thought hard but nothing would come to me. Suddenly I remembered reading what is expected of a personal maid. I performed a deep curtsey to the best of my ability in my new heels.

Mistress watched me dispassionately from across the room.

'Good, however you will need to work on your technique. That was very sloppy girl,' with that she turned and left me alone.

I quickly cleaned all the items in the sink and set them aside on the drainage board. Once washed I took my time drying each item carefully, ensuring that no smears or stains remained. I set the pieces out so that Mistress would be able to inspect them when she returned. As I placed the last item aside I realised that I had nothing left to do for the moment. I decided that I would use this opportunity to practice my walking in the heels. I slowly took my time placing one foot in front of the other and learning to feel my balance. At first I did falter now and then but after a few tries I managed to walk up and down the kitchen quite comfortably. I continued to walk back and forth, each time my confidence and ability grew a little. Soon my heels were click clicking back and forth and I kept perfect balance as I heard my uniform and petticoats rustle with each step.

I think this was the reason my attention lapsed and as I turned to make the return trip back up the kitchen again my skirt flared out and caught one of the crystal glasses I had placed out for inspection. Time seemed to slow as too late I realised what had happened and I quickly reached down to catch the glass. However, all I could do was watch as it exploded into a hundred pieces before my very eyes. My hands shot to my mouth to stifle the cry I felt building inside me.

'What was that?!' I spun around to see Mistress standing at the doorway, hands on her hips, eyes drilling into me. I saw as her gaze shift to the broken glass on the floor and her expression changed to one of thunder. She strode into the kitchen and stood bare inches from me. 'What is the meaning of this girl?!'

'It was an accident Mistress Lucinda, I'm so sorry,' I humbly begged.

'There are no accidents you useless bitch!' The next thing I knew Mistress took a strong grip of my arm and pushed me over the kitchen sink. In a matter of seconds she had hiked up my skirt and petticoats and yanked my panties down to my knees. 'Stay there girl and don't you dare move a muscle,' Mistress stormed away, her heels crushing some of the broken glass as she went. I heard her return and did not dare to look up at her. Suddenly I heard the whisper of something through the air followed by the stinging pain across my bottom. I cried out as much as in shock as in pain. I had never been struck by a cane before and was stunned by its nasty bite. Again I heard the swish and once more the pain exploded across my back side. Red hot heat streaked across my bottom as the cane was brought down again and again. After just a few strokes I could not help but cry out with each stroke. I could feel tears well up in my eyes as the pain became unbearable. My legs started to buckle under the onslaught but I felt Mistress place her hand on my back to hold me in place as several more sharp streaks struck me. After what seemed like an age Mistress relented and stepped back.

'Stand up you silly girl,' she demanded. I slowly stood and my hands immediately sort out my bottom to hold. I winced at the pain as I touched my tortured cheeks. 'Look at me girl,' I slowly turned to look upon my Mistress. She flexed the cane between her hands as she glared at me. 'This is just the first part of your punishment for your clumsiness. Move over to that wall.' I made my way across the kitchen floor and stood facing the wall. 'Put your hands on your head,' she commanded. Slowly I raised my hands away from my stinging bottom and placed them on my head like a naughty schoolgirl. 'You are to remain in this position facing the wall for the next hour. Don't you dare move or you will get more of what you just received. Do I make myself clear?'

My heart was beating fast inside my chest. I had upset the Mistress after having barely just met her. I know I could have chosen to run away at that moment. Chosen to take my male clothes and return to the streets outside. I could have left my position of servitude and returned to my normal life, and yet something inside stopped me. Instead I willingly followed her orders. I stood there, facing the kitchen wall, hands on my head, dressed in a black satin maid's uniform complete with stockings and wearing high heels while my bottom burned from the recent onslaught. I stood there while Mistress waited just inches from me flexing her implement of punishment and regarding me with distaste at my lack of service and I realised I could not leave. I realised I belonged here. I realised that I had found my place, the place I belonged and with that blossoming thought running through my mind I uttered the simple whispered phrase.

'Yes Mistress Lucinda.'

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