lady dimitrescu x fem

fear?

I woke up the next day on a small bed. There was a note next to the bed, the handwriting was classy and elegant, my assumption would be that it's from the Lady.

I opened it.

"inform me once you've awoken." it read. There was a Lady A.D. signature at the bottom. Ahh, it's gonna be a long day.

I uncovered my blanket, only to see that my sweaty, hot, uncomfortable clothes were removed from me last night. I'm completely naked. Gasp.

I went up to the only closet in the room. I opened it, there was a maid outfit. There was no undergarments, just the dress. I sighed.

I put on the dress and noticed the skirt had been shorter than my preferred size. If I had bent over and somebody was quite shorter than my current eye-level, they could catch a full view of absolutely everything.

I brushed through my hair with my fingers and I left the room. There was another maid dusting.

"Hi." I said to the maid. "I'm new, could you inform me of the Lady's current whereabouts?"

She rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically. "Uhm, I apologize if I'm being rude to you, I don't mean it..." I said.

She looked at me, completely irritated. "You think you're so special, get a life." she confidently said. She was like a high school bully.

"I.. just wanted to know the Lady's whereabouts. She requested me." I said, looking down.

Her attitude seemed to change. "O-oh! She requested you? Okay.. she's in the library, j-just go straight down the halls from here.. I'm sorry! I didn't mean to be rude..." she said, with a panicked look on her face.

I nodded and left, whatever.

I opened the library doors, and she was sitting reading a book. She looked up at me once, then continued reading. I stood there, confused.

"Could you bring me my morning tea, dear?" she asked, still looking down at her book.

I nodded. I left the library and found the kitchen downstairs. She had already eaten, I'd been late. I copied the way the other maid had made a cup of tea, and I put it on a small plate. I carefully walked back to the library, trying not to spill anything.

I opened the library doors and I saw another maid working there, near the Lady, dusting the bookshelves. I started to walk over to the Lady, the maid walking back towards me. She mumbled something next to me, and I turned the opposite direction to see or ask what'd she'd said. I walked towards her and she moved her foot out and tripped me, causing my tea to spill and me to fall over. She let out a small giggle and left the room.

The contract stated any mistakes lead to a punishment.

I'm so screwed.

I turned my head around, still on the floor, and I noticed the Lady was staring at me but quickly moved her gaze back to closing the book. I looked down and realized my skirt had slightly lifted itself up after the fall, I was slightly revealed. I quickly shimmied it down, and grabbed the tea cup and plate, and slowly got up.

The Lady got up and put her book down. She walked towards me, she did not look angry but she did not look pleased.

I started shaking. "She- the woman- fuck- no- the maid- she tripped me- I didn't- I'm so sorry-", I said, looking for an excuse.

The Lady stood in front of me, deciding on what to do. She sighed and said:

"Darling, be careful next time. The maid here tripped you?" she asked, calmly and lovingly.

"Yes, my Lady." I said, still worried.
She half-smiled at the name, though quickly hid her smile.

The Lady nodded and simply left the room, coming back a short few minutes later, seeing me scrub the floor. Since I was alone, I was completely bent over, again, exposing myself. But I didn't expect anybody to come in, especially not her. She saw me revealed once more, and seemed to have stare for a moment before I shimmied my skirt down AGAIN.

She sat back down and made a hand signal that I should sit down next to her. I sat on the far opposite side of the couch from her.

"You can come closer, dear. I won't bite." I really didn't believe that last part, though I did want to come closer. I was... aroused by her sighting.

I slid down towards her and she put me in her lap. I knew how I felt for her that moment. I understood my feelings for her. And I knew there was no way to stop them.

"Why must you be so scared of me, darling?" she asked, once more.

I looked slightly up at her. "My Lady, I'm not scared of you."