Unknown - Her brute master

"Yes, I understand," I said.

"And yet the first thing you have demonstrated to me is an inability, or perhaps merely an unwillingness to follow even the simplest instructions."

"But I wanted to be prompt, to show you that I was eager to make a good impression."

"Then you think I should give you the benefit of the doubt?"

"Oh yes, please, I was trying to do the right thing, I just didn't understand."

"And when you began wandering through my house, instead of simply waiting for me?"

"I'm sorry, I was really out of line there." I twisted my fingers together nervously. "I was… confused… I thought… I didn't know what to think. I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

"But, Miss Cramer, can you really predict, with certainty, that you will never make a similar mistake?"

"But, Mister… I'm sorry I don't know your name." He didn't say anything, He just smiled a little. "Sir, I can only assure you that I will try to do my very best for you."

"And if you should fail?"

"Then, I suppose, you would have to take measures to correct me." I looked down but caught a glimpse of Him through lowered lashes, His smile grew a little wider.

"Miss Cramer, although we seem to have gotten off to an unfortunate start, I am inclined to be generous toward you. I would like to give you a chance to prove yourself. Would you like that?"

"Oh, yes!" I gave Him my brightest smile. "I would like that very much. When would you like me to start?"

"Miss Cramer," He laughed softly, "we have not discussed your salary, you do not even know my name. Perhaps you are a bit too trusting?"

"Oh, no, Sir," I said. "Please don't think me forward or naive, but I make up my mind about people very quickly. I knew almost immediately that you were someone I could trust."

"How did you know that?"

"By the way you looked at me, and," I allowed myself to blush, "the way you corrected me so gently."

"Well, I will try not to betray your trust," He said. "When can you start?"

"I just completed my last quarter at UCLA and my summer session doesn't start for another three weeks, so I'm completely available right now."

"Very good, come with me."

I followed Him through the house to the maid's quarters. It was the largest, most luxurious house I had ever been in. The furnishings were modest, modern, and understated, giving the impression of subdued elegance.

The maid's quarters consisted of a suite of three rooms, a bedroom, a bathroom and a sitting, or living room. In the bedroom closet was an assortment of maid's uniforms.

"Find a uniform that fits," He told me, "and come back downstairs to my office." Then He left me alone.

I stripped down to my bra, panties, and pantyhose. The first uniform I tried on was much too big. I put it back on its hanger and selected another. This one was far too small. Feeling like Goldilocks I hung that one back up and picked out a third. This one seemed to fit fairly well. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror on the closet door. The image presented was not unsatisfactory to me.

The uniform was of the sexy French maid variety. It was made of black silk and had a very short skirt and an equally low-cut top. It fit my torso tightly. I looked like I had been poured into it, but the effect was ruined by my bra straps and pantyhose. The skirt flared out like a ballet dancer's tutu, revealing my legs all the way up to the bottom curves of my buttocks. I like my legs and I have a very shapely ass, but the maid's uniform was not flattering with my panties and pantyhose showing. I decided to do something about it.

I went to the bureau and looked in the drawers. There were some black silk stockings and garter belts, but no other underwear. Remembering what He – I still didn't know His name – had said about doing only what I was told and no more, I hesitated. I was already walking on thin ice, I didn't want to take any chances, but I wanted to impress Him if I could.

I took off everything, I stripped naked. I put on one of the black lace garter belts and some black silk hose. Then I went back to the closet and selected a uniform that was slightly smaller than the one that had just fit me. I struggled into it and looked in the mirror. It was just what I wanted.

The uniform was so tight I could hardly breathe. It pinched my mid-section making me look wasp-waisted. My breasts were barely contained by the bodice, it seemed they would pop out with every intake of breath. I walked back and forth in front of the mirror, watching them bounce and jiggle provocatively.

Another trip to the bureau uncovered starched white collars and cuffs, with bow-ties and cuff-links already attached. I put some on. The effect was a good one. I was looking more and more like a fantasy version of a sexy French maid and I liked it. In another drawer I found a white lace apron to tie around my waist. I was getting more and more sexually excited as I found myself putting on a new persona as well as a uniform.

Back in the closet I found some black, patent leather, high-heeled shoes. None of them fit me very well but I was able to find a pair that were only slightly small on my feet. The heels were over four inches high. I had never worn heels that tall before in my life and I had a little trouble balancing on them. I went back to the mirror to examine the finished product.

I had to smile at my own reflection. I had never looked so sexy or so cheap before in my life. Seen from the front I was PG-13, sexy but not smutty. You could see the tops of my stockings and a bit of the garters under my skirt while my breasts billowed out over my bodice, almost but not quite showing my nipples. From the side I would get an R-rating. The skirt flared out enough to reveal the bottom curve of my ass, showing that I was not wearing any under garments. From the rear, however, as soon as I moved, I became X-rated. With every step the crack of my ass and some wispy blonde pussy hairs were revealed to anyone who happened to be looking I resisted the temptation to masturbate myself went downstairs to get my new employer's approval.

"Come in," He called in reply to my knock I closed the door behind me as I entered and walked to His desk. I had to walk slowly as I was still unsteady on my feet, not feeling comfortable in such high heels. They made me lean forward, as though I were presenting my breasts to whoever I was approaching.

"Miss Cramer," He smiled broadly, "you have exceeded my instructions."

"I only tried to please you, Sir."

"But you did not follow my orders," He was still smiling, "you took initiative without my permission."

"I'm so sorry. Is there some way I can redeem myself?"

"Perhaps we can come to some arrangement," He said.

"Thank you, Sir."

"Are you comfortable in that uniform?"

"Well, yes and no."

"Please be more specific."

"The uniform is so tight I could hardly close the zipper and it makes it difficult for me to breathe."

"Then why did you not select a larger size?"

"This one looked better on me."

"I see, I see." He nodded at me, smiling. He put His fingertips together, "Is there anything else?" He asked.

"Yes," I looked down, trying to appear meek, "the shoes are too tight. I couldn't find a larger pair in the closet."

"That is too bad." He clucked His tongue. "Perhaps, one day, we may be able to buy you a more suitable pair."

"Thank you, I would like that," I replied.

"Miss Cramer, I think I will be very happy with your services. You have shown a willingness to learn that is rare in these modern times. Would you like to see where your duties will take you?"

"I'm sorry, I don't understand."

"I have a staff that comes in twice a week to clean and maintain my house," He said. "They take care of all of the usual 'heavy' work of housekeeping. The position you will fill is more specialized, more refined, if you will."