A Wish to be The Maid

The Next Level!!!

Following his epic outing as Jemima the awestruck Jeremy enjoyed the most spectacular sex of his life at the hands of Christine Roper. The experience of being paraded in public in his frilly maid's uniform had proved such a mix of thrill and terror that somehow aroused him to even greater heights of erotic stimulation than even the past few months with Christine had already achieved. When after goodness how many orgasms had left him finally exhausted, his mistress insisted on kneeling astride his face and instructed him carefully on continuing to pleasure her with his tongue until she, too, was sated. He was then dressed in a satin nightie and despatched to a separate room with instructions to be up, dressed appropriately to serve breakfast at 7.30 the following morning, when, smiled Christine, they needed to have an important discussion about his future.

As he slipped on his housemaid uniform the following morning he was agog as to what she had in mind for him. His thoughts went back over the past few months, to the initial meeting at his mother's house. He smiled as he remembered how this powerful woman had showed him sexual delights of which he had never dreamed, how she had artfully got him to confess his secret desire to be forced to wear women's clothing and to act as a maid for a dominant lady. Then how she had made his fantasy into reality, even insisting he replaced her cleaning lady when she left. Finally she had made real his ultimate fantasy of being forced to appear "petticoated," as she called it, in public. He realised now that he was so in thrall to his mistress that she could control him in any way she pleased. The thought both excited and terrified him as he straightened the skirt of his uniform and finally checked his make up in the bedroom mirror before going downstairs.

He was surprised to find Christine already seated in the lounge, immaculate as ever, browsing the business pages of the morning paper. She glanced up with a smile. "Come and sit down Jemima," she said firmly. As he, as decorously as he had been taught, seated himself opposite her, she looked at him thoughtfully. "Well, although I know you often fantasised about it, I don't expect you thought you'd ever be doing what you did last night, did you Jemima?" He shook his head "No, I still can't believe I did," he said slowly. "No, I can't believe you did either," she laughed, "but, Jemima dear, it has finally made me certain that you're just the man I've been seeking for many years. I am completely convinced now of your total obedience to me, I'm so glad that your months with me have resulted in, as far as I'm concerned, the perfect relationship." She looked at him closely. "You are happy with your role as well, aren't you?" He nodded and started to speak, Christine, however, cut him short. "Good. Because now I am ready to take the next step with you - I am sure you will find it even more exciting." Jeremy gulped, what could "the next step" possibly be?

"I know that you have to give a month's notice to your employer, which you will do on Monday, after the month you will be employed full time by me." Jeremy was thunderstruck but before he could object Christine continued firmly, "As you know I have considerable personal wealth and my business is very successful. With your legal training and administrative skills you will assist me in a variety of administrative jobs, which you will do here in my house, as Jemima of course. That will not, initially, be a full time job, so you will also continue as my housemaid - and I will expect the place to be always immaculate! You are a handsome young man and, on occasions, might escort me as such at various social and business events, but, most of the time you will be petticoated (that word again) and in your Jemima persona, I think we both prefer that don't we?" Christine chuckled but obviously noted the doubt on Jeremy's face as he struggled to take in the enormity of what was happening to him. She crossed to sit next to him and ran her hand through his hair. "I think you must grow your hair to a length that can easily be adapted to a feminine style, we don't want you having to wear a wig all the time do we?" She moved her hand to caress his stockinged leg. "You know this is what you always dreamed of but didn't dare think would happen, don't you, I'm just making your fantasies come true, how many people ever get the chance to do that?"