All began with Mistress Lillian´s wish, to see me dressed as a french-maid. Before we met friends of my owner at Central Pavillon, i was choosing a very classic, gothic-lolita inspired maid-uniform. The ladies started discussion about my outfit and wanted see my entire collection as a fashion-show.
I showed up all sets i have, but unfortunately the ladies ordered me to wear just the white apron, suspenders and matching white strockings - nothing else. My ballet-boots i had also to wear strictly, it was a different restraining task, my Mistress did on me.
Miss Graves and her girls also noticed my change of dress-style this evening and continued a discussion about maid-trainings, doing curtsey and the latest well-looking uniform. I was confused after this evening, on the one hand i missed the roughness and depth of perversion on the maid-theme, but on the other hand the discipline, loads of classic house-work and strict orders, were thrilling me much more than expected all the time.
My Mistress talked with me later then about her wish to force me into a beautiful maid-uniform for the next seven days.
After Mistress changed my hair i bought two wonderful maid-sets, some sponges, broom and books about the curtsey, wich was completely new for me and would need much attention and effort to learn well.
While cleaning the entire place i felt humiliated, gaped and lost in frustration about the difference to my old, destroyed self. Tears ran down my cheeks and i felt mock, derision and gloating bombing me in isolation.
Before the sadness was taking me, Mistress Lillian ordered me to her, Miss Graves, Miss Maxi and Miss Angel. I got a few reprehensions, hair-petting and at least i had to kiss the shoe-tips of each lady. In the last minutes, i knelt near Mistress, the dark clouded horizon of my frustration, got a nuance brighter.
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