The Maid For Service Bundle Read Online Free PDF Page A

then pushing them up and together. “So very, very nice. Good girl.”
    I shook a little at that phrase once more. This time I could not restrain my whimper. Somehow she knew that was the thing to call me—their good girl.
    Her good girl, I mean. Not their.
    It’s not like I needed Lilah and Castle’s approval, jointly. It wasn’t like...wasn’t like I had some big massive gap in my life from powerful male and female forces.
    I didn’t have much time to focus on it. Her hands floated down to my crotch.
    “Now, this bush...” she tsked. “It’s a bit much.”
    “Much, ma’am?” I was practically squeaking.
    “Yes. You’ll have to trim it done. Or,” she raised an eyebrow enthusiastically, “we can simply remove the lot of it. You’ll notice my own hair is entirely gone. I’ll show you later.”
    Her fingers slid up past the area of my crotch, then, and directly to my pussy. Her thumb slid around for a moment, finding my clit. I let out a little hobbled gasp of pleasure.
    “Oh my. Very wet. Have I excited you, good girl? Have I made you feel naughty?”
    I whimpered again in response, looking at her with pleading eyes. God, but she was so damned pretty!
    “I expect you to go do something about that right away. Do you understand me? You’re going to take care of yourself, and that naughty feeling you’ve got. Do you know what I mean?”
    “Y-yes, ma’am.”
    “You’re going to go masturbate. You’re going to finger that delicious little cunny of yours, and when you’re done, you’re going to call out my name and thank me for telling you to do it. Won’t you, dear?”
    “Yes, ma’am!”
    She smiled. “Wonderful.” Her fingers pushed hard against my clit for a final time, kissing me right under my chin...and then she pulled away.
    “Run along, then. Take care of it.”
    I did exactly as she ordered me to, and ran back to my room, naked the whole time. I had never cum so hard, or for so long, in my entire life.
    It was the first of many such experiences.
    * * * * *
    S aturday arrived, and my sheets were still dirty with all the juices that I had unleashed the night before as I came, and came again, thinking of my “interview” with Lilah in the sitting room. She was everything I had ever imagined a woman was supposed to be—beautiful, seductive, unstoppable, knowledgeable, and completely approving of my desires. Knowing that someone like that was in the house with me was a maddening prospect. Knowing that she wanted to dress me up in outfits all of her own desire was even more of one.
    As I had been ordered, I showed up that morning to Lilah’s room completely naked—wearing only a tiny robe that I was able to ferret out deep from the closet of my limited room. She was in the shower when I arrived—but the clothes she wanted me to put on were already arranged.
    It was a tiny little farce of a French maid’s outfit—the sort that you might see at a Halloween costume party. The rear of the skirt was puffed up so that the only way my panties wouldn’t be showing—frilly lacy things, thanks to Lilah—was if I stood completely straight. But standing straight wasn’t really often in the job description of a maid.
    She also had prescribed a pair of sexy pump heels with gold buckles. They looked rather expensive—all of it did, and even though it was overtly sexual and even whorish, it was the most expensive outfit I had ever put on.
    I rushed to get the outfit on before Lilah was done with the shower. I managed to step out just as she was turning off the water.
    As always, I went to work. It was difficult all day, working in the clothes that Lilah picked out for me. The dress was far too short for someone with long legs like mine, and as I said I could not bend over without flashing my panties. No one was ever around, but always I looked, feeling twin feelings of excitement and shame. If I bent forward—dusting or wiping down a surface—then my cleavage would begin to spill outward. I was