Chapter 2

“I told you before that Master does not want you to cum. He told me this morning that he wanted me to tease you and keep you riding the edge of an orgasm but he didn’t want you to cum until he got home.

“Now he is going to be home shortly. I want you to go get cleaned up and put on my maid’s outfit. You and I are about the same size, so it should fit you. Once you are showered and dressed come in here and I will give you further instructions.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Then she grabbed me by the hair and brought my face to hers. “And I wouldn’t try to play with yourself in the shower, either. I did my part and didn’t let you come today. If you cum now, it’s on you and Master will not be pleased.” she warned.

“No, Mistress.” I left for the shower, still horny and needing to cum, but with the Mistress’s words ringing in my ears.

In the shower, I cleaned up getting all of Mistress’s cum off my face and cleaning up from the exertion she had put me through. I used a fairly cool shower hoping it would cool down the fire in my belly as well. When I soaped up, I deliberately only lathered down to my beltline and then let the soapy water run down to clean my pussy – I didn’t want to run the risk of being tempted by scrubbing my pussy!

After I had finished showering, I toweled off and then blow-dried my hair. Then I put on my makeup, but this time instead of my “work face” that I usually wear, I decided to do a little more and maybe show Richard – Master – that I really wanted to cooperate with what he and Mistress were trying to do for me.

Ordinarily, my work face consists of a little mascara, a little light eye shadow and that’s about it. Minimal makeup just to make me look “professional”. But I had seen the pictures that Richard liked. He had shown me several times the girls he liked and what he liked to see them doing.

So I knew the type of girls he liked. Strangely enough, Maria didn’t look much like the girls in the pictures, either. Richard liked the dark eyeshadow, heavy lipstick, and overdone makeup that the porn queens wore. The dramatic look they used in the porn flicks really turned him on.

And Maria, while she wore more than I usually did, wasn’t in that realm either. All I could figure was that it was what she did rather than what she looked like that was the big draw for him.

So I dug out all my old makeup and looked through what I had. I have got to get some new makeup! I thought to myself. But for now, this would have to do. I scrounged up enough to do the job today and got myself all dolled up for him – dark smokey eye eyeshadow, a little too much blush on my cheeks and some glossy “passion red” lipstick.

Then as I was finishing up I looked down and saw some cherry-flavored clear lip gloss that I had left over. This gave me a naughty idea and I applied a little to each of my nipples, to add a twist in case he wanted to taste me when he got home.

Showered and with my makeup done, it was time to get dressed. I noticed that Mistress had left the maid’s uniform on my bed. I picked it up to look at it better. “Damn, there isn’t much to this outfit!” I said aloud to myself. It was a sexy French maid outfit ... certainly designed more for looks than practicality. But Master seemed to like it when Maria wore it. So whether it worked for chores or whores, it did the job.

Now it was time to see if I could make it work for me as well. The outfit came with the black maid’s uniform with white lace top and a small white apron in front, dark thigh top stockings with matching white lace at the top, wristlets and a maid’s headpiece. I had a pair of strappy black stiletto heels that would go well with the outfit. Curiously there were no panties with the outfit though!

So I got dressed and Mistress was right – the costume fit me perfectly! I looked at myself in the full-length mirror. “Oh my God! Is that ... me?” I said to myself. The image I saw was not the me I was used to seeing there, but instead, it was of a very sexy and attractive woman!

I walked down the hallway towards the living room, as my heels clicked on the hardwood floor. Funny, I had never paid much attention to the sound of my own walking – probably because I ordinarily kicked my heels off as soon as I walked in the front door. But now I listened as I walked and the sound was almost deafening.

“I’m here Mistress,” I said as I came into the living room.

“Very good. Now let’s have a look. Turn around slowly.”

I slowly turned so Mistress could check out my clothes and see that everything was in order. I heard her as she studied me. “Um-hmm ... yes, that’s good ... okay...” I completed my turn and stood again facing her. “Well you seem to have all the necessary ‘equipment’, now all we have to do is teach you to use it!” she said.

“Yes, Mistress. But I noticed that there were no panties with my outfit.”

“Silly girl! You won’t be needing panties anymore. Master and I want to have easy access to that little cunt of yours and panties are just one more obstacle. Good sluts don’t wear panties and you want to be a good slut don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress, of course I do.”

“That’s good. Now kneel. I want to talk to you,” she commanded. I got down on my knees and sat back on my heels as she talked.

“Master will be home shortly. I don’t know what he has planned for you or if I will be involved, but whatever he asks, you’ll do quickly and properly, do you understand? One of the duties I have as Mistress and Master’s second is as his disciplinarian. If you fail to perform up to his desires and expectations, I’m the one that will mete out the punishment necessary.

“Our Master is too kind-hearted and loving to be a proper authoritarian. So the responsibility of keeping you in line falls to me. He will instruct and teach you, but I’ll be the one to punish you if you misbehave or resist his will.”

Then she reached out suddenly and grabbed my hair, holding my head tightly as she continued.

“You do not want to be on the wrong side of me, young lady. I may be the maid here, but as Master’s disciplinarian, I can be a real bitch! I have Master’s backing so I don’t worry about losing my job and Master and I have had long talks about the techniques and measures I can use to get you back into a proper state of mind.

“And believe me when I tell you, he has given me a lot of leeway! So I suggest you do as you are told ... you will find it a lot more pleasant than trying to rebel against us!” she warned me.

“Y-yes, Mistress,”

“Good. Now Master has probably already left work. He told me he was coming straight home because he wants to talk with you. So I want you to go to your room and wait for him. You think about how you have behaved up to this point and think about what I told you. Think long and hard, missy, because your life is about to change drastically. It will be up to you whether that change is for the better or not!”

With that, she dismissed me to go to my room. It sounded funny, her dismissing me to go to my room, but our roles had been reversed and now it seemed that she was my boss. At least in part. I mean I was still Richard’s wife and therefore as our housekeeper, I was still her boss. But it all other matters she was mine.

It was my own fault, I knew that. I hadn’t been what my husband wanted and needed and so he had found comfort in another woman’s arms. I had been too strict and too puritanical, not wanting to try anything he wanted and thinking that sex was a duty, a responsibility, a chore that you had to do when you were a married woman.

Now I was to be “retrained”, for lack of a better term, and taught how to be the kind of wife that Richard – Master – wants me to be. Actually, the idea of being Master’s submissive was strangely appealing ... the idea of being his “fucktoy” was exciting and thrilling.

I remembered how Maria was when she was with Richard, how he made her feel and how aroused she was. Richard was a very good lover, no doubt about that. He genuinely cared about my feelings and made sure that I enjoyed our lovemaking as much if not more than he did. And he could certainly rock my world – when I let him.

That was the problem. My parents’ strict views on marital sex were in direct opposition to Master’s playful experimentation and his wanting to “mix things up a bit”. And now he was trying to break me of my parents’ shackles and make me the wife and the woman he wants me to be.

As I sat there thinking about all this and wondering what was yet to come, I heard the sound of the garage door closing and I knew Master was home. In only a few moments he would come through the bedroom door ... what came after that God only knew! Thankfully, Maria had helped me get ready for him – both in my looks, but also in my attitude. I only hoped I could be what Master wanted me to be.