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"Custom Maid"
RC
I knew it had to happen eventually. I got home from a business trip
one day and noticed the clutter as if for the first time. Enraged at
myself, at the mess the house was in, and the world in general, I
immediately went on a cleaning frenzy. As I cleaned my office, I came
across a phone book that had been left on my desk for God knew how long. I
stared curiously at it, wondering why.
I picked it up. Not knowing what I was doing, I began flipping the
pages. I paused, looking in amazement at the heading I had wound up at.
Housekeeping.
I sat down in my chair as a large grin spread across my face.
I don't have to do this.
I can hire someone!
The next morning I was on the phone. Yes, of course, they said. They
would have someone at my place at eight the next morning. By the way, would
this be a one-time appointment, or daily, weekly, or what?
Hmm. Weekly, I guess. The arrangements were made.
Happily, I ignored the clutter and turned on my computer.
The next morning, promptly at eight, my doorbell rang. I had on a nice
navy blue suit since I had one appointment this morning. I opened the door
and froze.
She was in her early twenties. Long, straight black hair. Wide,
shining blue eyes. Round face, not very tall, not very short. And breasts
that made her college sweatshirt look like she had balloons hidden inside.
"Hi", she said brightly. "My name's Melanie. I'm here to tidy up the
house." I stood there, a slight grin spreading across my face. I hadn't had
a lesbian experience in a long, long time, but this girl was bringing back
all those desires.
"Hello, Melanie. I'm Linda. Please, come in." She made no move to
enter as I stepped aside.
"Thanks, ma'am, but I gotta unload the stuff from the van." She
gestured to my driveway, where a large white van with displaying the logo
of the housekeeping outfit sat. "If you could leave the door open for me,
Ma'am, I'd appriciate it." She trotted back to the van as I watched in
admiration. Oh, to be twenty-something again.
I tried to ignore the growing heat between my legs. Come on, Linda,
you're too old to go around seducing young girls like that. Besides, you
haven't had a woman in what, five or six years? You probably couldn't even
get her if you wanted her.
I grinned to myself again as I sat down in the living room, waiting to
show Melanie around the house. Can't get her, eh?, I thought to myself.
Well. Let's just see if I still have what it takes to get into a
woman's panties. Melanie, you have a busy day ahead.
I was still smiling when Melanie came puffing up the sidewalk pulling
a hand cart with a large contraption on it. It seemed to be a vacuum or
something. Panting, she left it in the living room, and, with another quick
grin my way, she ran back out to the van. This girl was in good shape, I
realized, as I examined the carpet cleaner. Melanie was back in a moment
with a box filled with cleaning goodies. She set it down and closed the
door. "Ma'am, could I look around, please?"
I stood up and offered my services as tour guide. She agreed with a
grin, and together, we wandered around the house, with me looking at her as
closely as she was looking at my house. Faded denims, battered sneakers,
and her college sweatshirt. She was, I had to admit, a very sexy young
lady.
In my bedroom, I paused, making sure she got a good look at things. I
had made no attempt to hide the photos of myself, taken when I was a model
years ago. I, too, had been a very sexy young woman, I thought with a
smile. As we left my room, I noticed her looking at me with an odd
expression.
Last stop was my office. Certificates and diplomas adorned the walls,
along with several more photos of me in varying stages of dress or undress.
She was looking at me curiously now, and her eyes widened as she saw the
certificates declaring my aptitude regarding hypnosis and massage. As we
went back into the living room, she paused, and her face reddened a bit.
"Linda, can I ask you something?" I nodded.
"How did you wind up in real estate?"
"More money in it", I answered honestly. Besides, I thought to
myself, I still had opportunities to practice a bit of mind control.
Several of my clients had proven quite receptive to my specialized sales
technique involving a bit of hypnotic language. I never sold anyone
something they didn't need, it was just a matter of convincing them that
they really DID need that particular piece of property.
She looked at me curiously again, then asked where she should start. I
said it didn't matter, I was going out to show a house. Leaving her to her
business, I went off to do my own.
I got back three hours later to find the van still there. I stood
outside the door listening for the sound of the carpet cleaner. Silence.
Quietly, I unlocked the door and went inside. She wasn't downstairs. I
crept upstairs. I heard something in my bedroom, and peered in. I couldn't
believe what I saw.
Melanie was lying on my bed. Beside her was a photo albumn containing
my old photos. I recognized that albumn as the one with the more explicit
photos, including several where I had been joined by another girl.
Melanie's jeans were down, as were her panties. Her sweatshirt was
bunched up around her neck, her bra as well. She lay there, looking at MY
pictures, as she quietly masturbated. I felt my face reddening with a
mixture of embarassment at the fact that she had found those pictures, and
pleasure that they had such an effect on her. My eyes shining, I quietly
went back downstairs and outside. I stood on the porch for a moment,
gathering my thoughts. The girl was masturbating with MY photos! The faint
warmth I had previously felt was returning with greater strength. She was
attractive. She clearly liked my looks. It was settled. I wanted this girl.
I went back inside making as much noise as possible, calling her
name, banging around downstairs. I quickly heard water running upstairs,
and a moment later, she rushed into the kitchen, her face red, her clothes
not quite as tidy as they had been when she had arrived.
"Linda, I'm sorry, I didn't hear you come in. I was upstairs cleaning
your room, and I didn't know you were here...." Her voice trailed away, her
eyes darting around for any sign that I knew what she had been doing. I
smiled at her.
"I'm certainly glad you were able to keep busy, Melanie", I said with
a grin. She looked at me with wide eyes, and her face turned redder. "I was
just going to make lunch. May I make you something?" She was obviously
trying to calm herself down, taking a deep breath, her hand tapping out a
beat on her thigh.
"Um, no, thanks, I have a lot to do. Thanks anyways." And Melanie
rushed out of the kitchen. I sat down at the table and giggled.
She had gone back upstairs. After a moment, I followed, quietly.
She was back in my bedroom, busily cleaning things. I stood in the
door watching. She looked up, saw me there, and turned beet red again. My
eyes swept the room, noticing she had at least put things back as they had
been. I grinned. It was time.
"Melanie, could I ask you something?" She couldn't look at me as she
mumbled OK.
"Do you think your attire is appropriate for my maid to be wearing?"
She stopped and stared at me, then at her clothing. "What... What's
wrong with this?", she asked, her face flaring brightly.
I walked slowly into the room, looking at her thoughtfully. "Well, it
just seems that a maid should dress - more like a maid, I guess." I smiled
gently at her, and she actually got a bit angry.
"Now, wait a minute, I'm not a maid. I work for a place that cleans
houses. That doesn't make me a damn maid." She glared at me.
Innocently, I opened a drawer. The same drawer she had taken the photo
albumn from. I saw her turn pale. I selected a different albumn and set it
on my dresser, opening it to a certain photo.
"There. That is what my maid should dress like." She came over and
looked at the photo. It was me, in a maid's costume that left little to the
imagination. Very short, a lot of exposed cleavage, black, of course, with
a white ribbon around my neck. I was holding a large feather duster which
covered my crotch, which would otherwise have been exposed because I had
been lifting my skirt up. She stared at the photo in wonder. For a long
time.
"Oh....", she finally said. She moved backwards slowly, her hands
feeling behind her, and sat dazedly on the bed. She looked up at me.
"I can't....I can't wear that."
I sat down beside her, the photo albumn in my hands. I slowly turned
the pages, and she couldn't help but look. I stopped at a photo of me
staring point-blank into the camera with a very sultry expression. She
stared at it.
This would be fun. My voice was quite, soothing. The girl was quite
confused, and that would work in my favor, I knew.
"Melanie, it's all right. There's nothing wrong with dressing like
that. I would like very much to see you like that. Look at this picture of
me. You think I'm attractive, don't you, Melanie." She slowly shook her
head back and forth, and I know she wanted to say no. She just stared at my
picture, unable to look at me.
"Do you find me attractive, Melanie?" We sat there, me waiting, her
trying to avoid answering as she stared at my picture. Finally she
whispered yes. I smiled.
"I appreciate that, Melanie. I really do. And I think you are very
attractive as well. I would dearly love to see you display your beauty by
wearing an outfit such as I suggested. Would you do that for me, Melanie?"
She was staring fixedly at my picture. My eyes gazed back at her,
unblinking, unwavering, and my slight, knowing, smile was quite seductive,
I had to admit to myself.
"It's all right, Melanie", I whispered. "It's all right. You can be
honest with me. You can trust me. Do you trust me, Melanie?" After several
long seconds, she whispered yes, still focused on my photo.
I leaned over and whispered in her ear. She didn't move.
"You can relax, Melanie. It's all right. I won't hurt you. I just want
to be able to enjoy your natural beauty. You are beautiful, Melanie." Her
face reddened again, but her eyes remained locked on my photo. "Yes,
Melanie, you are beautiful. Would you please, please, wear a nice sexy
maid's outfit the next time you come here? Please, please, please,
Melanie?" My voice had a twinge of desperation in it, intended to show
Melanie how much I wanted this. How could she refuse such a request?
Especially since she was almost hypnotized by my photo, my voice.
"Melanie, trust me. Listen to me. Please. Will you do this for me,
Melanie?" The girl had no idea what that question referred to. The maid's
outfit, or trusting me, listening to me. After a moment, she whispered yes,
her mind unable to find anything else to say.
"Oh, thank you, Melanie. I can promise that you'll enjoy wearing it. I
promise you, Melanie. Thank you for saying you will wear that sexy outfit
the next time you're here." Her expression changed slightly, a puzzled
frown, as she realized what she had just agreed to. But her eyes remained
fixed on my photo.
"Do you trust me, Melanie?" A pause, then a whispered yes. "Will you
dress sexy for me from now on?" This wasn't quite the same way I had
phrased that suggestion so far, but she didn't catch on. Consciously, that
is. Again, she whispered yes.
My voice was almost a whisper now. "Melanie, will you please tell me
what you were doing in my bedroom while I was gone?" Her face flared again,
and her body trembled slightly, but she remained held by my eyes staring
back at her from the photo. Her mouth worked soundlessly for a moment.
"I was.......was....." She fell silent, her face beet red.
"Please, Melanie", I whispered, my face inches from her ear. "Please
trust me. Please tell me." I could see she was trying to fight it. "Please,
Melanie. Trust me. I won't hurt you, ever."
"was.....please...no....can't....tell........shouldn't
have.....no.. ...playing......no......please......"
Very softly, I placed my hand on the girl's thigh. Her eyes, still
fixed intently on my photo, widened slighty. "Please, Melanie. Please."
"Oh......please.....your room......pictures.......pictures......
looking......pictures........"
"You were looking at pictures, Melanie?" Still staring at my picture,
she nodded, just a tiny bit.
"Pictures of me, Melanie?" Again, a timid nod.
"Nude pictures, Melanie?" Her red face deepened by several shades.
After a long pause, she nodded once, quickly. I began moving my hand in a
gentle circle on her thigh.
"It's all right, Melanie. I'm glad you find me attractive. Very glad.
And I find you very attractive too, Melanie." I moved that last inch or so
and kissed Melanie lighty, just once, on her cheek. Her body shook, but she
was transfixed by my photo staring back at her.
"Will you dress in a sexy maid's outfit for me, Melanie?" I sat back
and grinned in delight as Melanie shook her head rapidly.
"Oh.....yes............sexy.........", she whispered.
"Close your eyes now, please, Melanie." She looked very confused for
just a moment, then closed her eyes. I quietly stood and put things back
where they belonged. Then I stood before my future lover.
"Melanie, please listen. I want you to count from one to fifty. When
you reach fifty, you will open your eyes and be wide awake, wide awake.
Don't be concerned about anything that has happened in this room today.
Trust me, Melanie. And remember to dress up for me the next time. Start
counting." I left the room feeling as if I was walking on air.
I sat in the kitchen, munching on a sandwich, reading the paper.
Melanie came in, looking a bit puzzled. "Hi. All done?" I asked in a very
chipper voice. She nodded, still confused. She looked around as if trying
to figure out what was out of place.
I stood up and asked her to come upstairs with me. We looked around,
and the place was quite tidy. As we left my room, she paused, looking back
with a frown. She shrugged and shook her head, and we went back downstairs.
She really had done an excellent job, even with the interruptions. I
smiled at her and helped carry her equipement back to the van. All the
while she was looking at me with a puzzled expression.
She climbed into the van and started it up. I waved to her and said,
"See you next time, Melanie." She gave a half-hearted wave, and was gone.
I went inside, locked the door, ran upstairs, and masturbated.
A week later, the doorbell rang at eight in the morning. I took a deep
breath and checked my appearance one more time. I had shuffled my schedule
and had no appointments today. I opened the door.
Melanie stood there, a stunning vision of beauty. Her outfit was even
sexier than the one I had worn in the photo. A very short, black, low-cut
PVC maid's outfit. A white ruffle around her lovely throat. White ruffles
around her arms where the PVC ended. And to top it off, black fishnet
stockings and high heeled black shoes. She was carrying a large, brand-new
feather duster. She stood there, her face red, squirming nervously.
My heart was doing cartwheels.
"Why, Melanie, how nice to see you again. And, my, don't we look
positively lovely today?" She turned even redder, idly twirling the duster
as she looked down at the sidewalk.
"Linda, I don't know what...why.....I just...."
I took the girl's hand and led her into the living room. As the door
closed behind her, and I locked it, she stared at me nervously.
"I think you're beautiful, Melanie", I whispered in her ear. Her eyes
widened. Her mouth dropped open, and her face turned the most alluring
shade of scarlet.
"Linda, I...." I shushed her with a gentle finger to her lips. She
stared at me in shock, her eyes wide.
"Melanie, do you trust me?", I whispered.
As I watched, one emotion after another flitted across her face.
Confusion, anger, excitment, embarassment all jostled for position. At
last, embarassment and excitement seemed to win out, and she nodded her
head a bit, still staring into my eyes. The confusion returned briefly, as
if she knew deep down this seemed familiar, staring into my eyes. I helped
her out.
"Remember the pictures, Melanie?" Her breath caught, and her body
began to shiver. Again, a timid, uncertain nod. Her eyes were sparkling,
however, with what I knew to be growing excitement.
"Remember looking at the pictures, Melanie?" Her face was deep red now
as the memory of lying in my bed playing with herself came back. Another
nod. She was barely breathing.
"Do you trust me, Melanie?" My voice wasn't loud enough to be called a
whisper, but after another moment of staring into my eyes, she nodded.
"Would you like to see the real thing, Melanie?" I removed my finger
from her lips, kissed that finger, and touched it again, once, lightly, to
her lips. She was shaking violently now.
A soft moan echoed through the room, with Melanie's eyes opening even
wider as she realized the sound she had just made. Her voice cracked.
"Oh...yes....yess, please...Oh, yes..."
I took the girl's unresisting hand and led her upstairs. In my room, I
paused and looked at her.
"Melanie, I think the room needs tidying up before anything else. You
may go ahead and clean up." She looked at me in confusion, her expression
almost like a small child whose promised treat has been postponed.
"But I...."
"Please clean the room, Melanie", I said, staring into her eyes.
Slowly, she nodded. "All right." And Melanie began picking up my
strategically misplaced clothing. A black lace bra here. A pair of tiny
panties here. A pair of very short shorts. And, at the foot of my bed, a
very sheer, very small nighty. Melanie picked these things up, stared at
them, carefully folded them, put them away. I could see her nipples now,
trying to penetrate the PVC of her outfit. All I had to do was ask her to
untie one knot, and her breasts would spill out.
My panties were kept in the bottom drawer of my dresser. She bent
over, her outfit riding up, and I discovered to my total bliss that she was
not wearing any panties. I was blessed with a clear, unobstructed view of
her tight, firm, round ass. Now it was me who was staring in amazement.
"Melanie, you are beautiful", I whispered. She reddened but continued
working. As she picked up my nighty, she just stood there, trmebling,
holding it, looking at it. It was silk, real silk, and I had always been
enraptured by it's softness.
Melanie slowly held up my nighty and brushed the soft material against
her cheek. Then she turned, just as slowly, and stared into my eyes. No
longer was her expression confused, puzzled. There was only a look of
raging arousal.
I pointed to her breasts and made a slight twirling motion with my
finger. She looked down, and seconds later smiled and reached upwards. I
watched, my body tingling, as she untied her outfit. Looking up, smiling at
me, she pulled the knot loose, and sure enough, her breasts blossomed
before my eyes. Large, well-formed, hard nipples just begging for my touch.
"Is that better?", she whispered. I winked at her, then spoke.
"I need to take a nap, Melanie. Would you help me change?" Her eyes
grew so wide I thought they would pop from her head. I walked over to where
she stood by my bed, my nighty in a heap on the blanket. I just stood
there, waiting to see what she would do.
Her face glowing, she slowly came towards me. Hesitantly, she reached
out, and I closed my eyes as my top was raised gently over my head. Looking
at her again, I found her staring at my nipples, which were poking through
my D-cups. She glanced up at me, and I nodded. Her arms went around me, I
felt her fumbling behind me, and she was holding my bra in her hands,
gaping at my large, heavy breasts. Numbly, she dropped my bra as I put my
hands on my skirt. She put hers there, too, and soon my skirt was slipping
to the floor. I stepped out of it, and she stared at my stained white
panties.
I remained silent, waiting for her to look up at me again. When she
finally did, I merely motioned to my panties. Wordlessly, she knelt before
me and tugged at them, sliding them down, until they, too, lay on the
floor.
Melanie stared at my nude body. I let her look for a minute.
I lay down on the bed. "I think my nipples need dusting, Melanie."
She stood stock still for the better part of a minute. Then, eyes
shining, she picked up her duster and moved towards me. A smile formed on
her angelic face as she touched the feathers to my breasts.
I inhaled sharply, squeezing my eyes closed as the thrill rushed
through me. Back and forth, around and around, Melanie dusted my breasts,
my nipples. I writhed in ecstacy, clutching at the blanket, allowing my
maid to do her duty. My nipples ached, my skin tightened, as the feather
duster quickly overstimulated every nerve it touched.
I cried out. Melanie answered with a long groan, and the duster became
still. I opened my eyes, squinting at my maid, my breathing labored.
"Now the rest of me, Melanie." She, too, was shaking as the duster
again contacted my flesh.
Before long I was beside myself. I was laughing, crying, moaning,
rolling back and forth as Melanie drove me wild with her feather duster.
Her breathing, too, was becoming ragged, her actions less in control. My
body trembled uncontrollably as she became more and more aroused.
I had wondered how long it would take. It was actually longer than I
had expected, and I was beginning to wonder if I could take what she was
dishing out. But it happened.
With a shrill cry, Melanie threw the duster as hard as she could.
Even before it hit the far wall, she was upon me.
I laughed in abandon as I felt the girl's face between my breasts,
her hands pawing at them, felt my nipples being squeezed with more desire
than experience. Ah, she would learn.
The feel of her PVC outfit against my skin was exquisite. The crinkle
of it as she moved, as out bodies rubbed together, made me even hotter.
Her long hair felt like satin against my skin. I reached up and gently ran
my fingers through her hair.
"Oh, Melanie, you do good work. Honestly, Melanie. You're so good."
She actually giggled as her lips wrapped themselves around my nipple.
I lay there enjoying my maid's attention.
After a short while, she paused, panting, and looked at me with a wide
smile. I smiled back, staring deep into her eyes.
"Do you trust me, Melanie?", I whispered.
"Yes", she answered instantly.
"Good. Then just watch me. Watch me closely. Feel yourself letting go.
You have experienced this before, Melanie, you know deep down that you
have. You can relax, Melanie. You can feel yourself relaxing more and more
with every breath. Trust me, Melanie. Relax and trust me. Just keep
watching me, keep allowing yourself to relax. Relaxing more and more.
Trusting me more and more. Such relaxation, such trust. It feels wonderful,
doesn't it, Melanie?"
Her eyes never wavered. "Yes."
"Yes. So wonderful. Such trust. Such relaxation. You trust me, you
will do as I ask willingly, won't you, Melanie?"
"Yes."
"You are very good at this, Melanie. I think that every time you are
here, you should dress appropriately, and that you should dust my entire
body, as well as perform any other special tasks I may request of you. Is
that acceptable?"
"Yes."
I grinned widely. "Remember what you have agreed to, Melanie. You can
trust me. You will do as I ask, willingly, and you can trust me."
"Wake up, Melanie."
The lovely young girl blinked rapidly, and shook her head. "What..."
I interrupted gently.
"It doesn't matter, my dear, sweet maid. You may continue with what
you were doing before."
After a moment of reflection, Melanie grinned. I closed my eyes and
sighed as I felt her tongue slide downwards, soon finding that most special
of all places.
Yes, she was indeed a very good maid, I thought as the first of many
orgasms washed over me.
*** THE END ***
RC
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"Custom Maid"
RC
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