Chapter 11

Margaret also refused to let me dress when she had friends over. She played in a regular bridge group with three other women. They rotated their weekly meetings at members’ houses. I was still dressed during the time of the first two rotations to Margaret’s house and I served tea and cookies to the women as they played. They all knew about Margaret’s college girls and so they were curious but not surprised when Margaret told them that I was the new girl replacing the college girls on a permanent basis. I blushed knowing that these women knew of my sexual role in the household, but the women put me at ease. They were friendly to me, not haughty, and I felt comfortable serving them since I was in fact the “cook” of the household.

But the next rotation came after the big change to full time nudity. I was instructed to greet each woman at the door and show her into the living room where the game tables were set up. Fortunately, Margaret had told the women in advance that I was now performing my duties in the nude, so they were not shocked or repulsed when I greeted them. On the other hand, I was even more embarrassed by opening the door to these women than I ever was opening the door to the service men or even the grocery boy. For the men, only my body was on display. Now, my nudity established beyond any doubt that I was a sexual servant to the household and was under Margaret’s complete control. I thought that maybe the women could accept that slutty college girls would be willing to trade sex for housing and tuition, but what would they think of me?

The women didn’t comment on my nudity and certainly didn’t try to poke me or prod me. That wasn’t their style. But I knew full well (being a woman myself) that once I was out of the room, I would be the sole object of their quiet conversations and future gossip. I only hoped that they didn’t have daughters in Kate’s classes and that my situation wouldn’t become the topic of gossip at Kate’s school. My embarrassment was one thing, but I couldn’t stand the idea of Kate suffering the inevitable high school gossip mill if someone knew she was my daughter. It looked like Kate at least dodged that bullet because she never complained to me that there was gossip at her school about the nude woman who served Margaret.