1. Chapter 8 Chrissie Learns to Serve


    Date: 8/18/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    apartment block. If there is an important matter you would like to discuss with me leave a note on my bedside table and I will speak with you at my leisure. You have every Saturday off but your curfew is 9:00 pm and you can only leave the apartment after I have woken and you have served me coffee. Except for shopping for food and household goods you are not to leave the premises except to go to work. You are to come straight home from work, although you may stop in the shops to buy necessary supplies. You will not answer the phone in my absence nor use it for your own personal purposes, unless it is business related. I hope you enjoyed your first day of work. Yours sincerely Helen I took my overnight bag, the maid's uniforms and all the other bits to the back of the apartment and opened the door to a small room which would be where a maid would sl**p. A bare light bulb hung from the ceiling and the only furniture was a bare single bed with a side table. I opened the wardrobe and unpacked my bag and took all the other items out of their wrapping and hung them up. I barely noticed that I was crying the entire time I was in the room. It felt like my very soul had been crushed and I almost looked back wistfully at my old life, which only ended a day or so ago. Then all I really had to worry about was an errant wife. Now the future looked like endless days at the brothel interspersed with my time at my new home where I was expected to wait on Helen hand and foot. I did as ...
    instructed, though, taking off my shift dress carefully and hanging it up, removing all my lingerie and carefully taking the soaked sanitary pad off my knickers. I reapplied a new pad to my granny panties before slipping them on, unwrapped a pair of tights and carefully pulled them up, put on a plain black bra and slipped on my maid's uniform before putting on my new heels. Then I pulled my hair back into a ponytail and slipped on a hair tie to hold it back. I stepped into the small bathroom and looked myself in the cracked mirror. I could hear mommy mindlessly humming a tune in the kitchen the entire time I was changing. I carefully washed the tears from my eyes and walked back through the apartment to Helen's bedroom, which had an adjoining bathroom twice the size of my maid's room. I started on the bathtub first, scrubbing it with the cleaning liquids and sponges I found under the bathroom sink. Then I cleaned the sink and got down on my hands and knees and sponged the floor clean. I tackled Helen's bed next, changing the sheets and pillowcases. When I was satisfied I vacuumed the entire apartment and mopped the kitchen floor. After the cleaning was done I gathered the dirty sheets and the clothes from the hamper in Helen's room and went out the service door in the back of the apartment and carried them to the cleaners. I could see the contempt on the face of the girl behind the counter as she looked at my uniform, carefully noting the name which was embroidered on my chest. Then ...
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