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Post by crayle on Mar 17, 2009 5:15:17 GMT -4
Enraged at being offered such a servile garment, I storm out of the changing rom and back up to Daphne, shaking the demeaning rags in her face and trying to cover my nudity at the same time.
"I WON'T wear a Maid Outfit! I'm not a serving girl--I'm a wealthy, powerful MAN!" The words sound ridiculous coming from my dark-skinned feminine form, and Daphne can't help but smile at my antics. "Now gimme back my real clothes and change me back!"
I stamp a dainty, high-heeled foot for emphasis.
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 17, 2009 7:43:35 GMT -4
"Funny, you don't look or sound like a man. And I could care less about your money." Daphne sneers and sips her wine for a long moment. "To bimbo, or not to bimbo," she muses aloud.
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Post by crayle on Mar 17, 2009 10:30:05 GMT -4
What does she mean, "she could care less about my money"? What's she thinking of? I hug the frilly clothes in front of me for some kid of modesty and look around.
Now how to get back to my clothes? And come to think of it, to my wallet, ID, phone, plastic....
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 17, 2009 18:42:42 GMT -4
"Get that uniform on right now," Daphne sneers and sends you scurrying across the room.
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Post by crayle on Mar 17, 2009 18:57:10 GMT -4
Back in the changing room, I realize this may be my best bet. If I can get some decent clothes on, I can find my way back to my real clothes and effects. Just go along with that bitch Daphne for a while, and then...
...and then I discover that while I was having my tantrum out there, I tore the dress! I can never wear it now! Trying to make the best of it, I don the accessories: Lacey white apron, pink garters on my thighs, pink ribbons on my wrists, and a saucy white frilly maid's cap!
I feel worse than naked in this humilating get-up, but somehow I force myself to mince back out there to Daphne bare butt wiggling behind me, breasts jiggling....
I curtsey meekly, "Yes Ma'am, What will you have me do?"
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 17, 2009 18:58:47 GMT -4
Daphne hides a smile with a sip of wine. "You will clean this room from top to bottom. If you satisfy me, I may let you have more clothing, or give you the privilege of massaging my feet."
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Post by crayle on Mar 18, 2009 3:48:54 GMT -4
Clean the room? ME!?!?
I want to scream, protest, storm out of here. But then I reflect that I'm scarcely in a position to demand anything. Eyes downcast, I begin wiping up the seats, tables and trays, sweeping the floor... As I clean the mirrored walls I see my reflection: A servile, dark-skinned woman decked out in shamefully sexy scraps of lace, bare butt swaying behind the skimpy apron, legs, swishing sexily in the high heels, breasts spilling out... and I feel a frrsh wave of humiliation! I'm a man, dammit! A successful whilte MAN!
But the sexy, servile reflection just mocks me as I work....
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Post by crayle on Mar 18, 2009 10:10:29 GMT -4
... and worse yet, the more I see of this erotic image, the more it turns me on! I feel myself swell and stiffen painfully inside the cruel, confining false puss that encases my male privates.
Oooo!
I bend forward to ease the pain, and arch my back, and my reflection in the mirrored walls gets even sexier! Soon I'm prancing around in my heels, raising my knees high, wiggling my bottom to escape the awful, erotic pressure. Hurrying to finish.
Finally, I've cleaned everything but the ceramic tile floors. I look around for a mop, and Daphne, reclining in her chair, smiles cruelly.
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 18, 2009 20:52:01 GMT -4
"There's a brush and a bucket in the corner. Do the floors the old fashioned way, and be quick about it. I'm expecting company."
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Post by crayle on Mar 19, 2009 3:44:23 GMT -4
Miserably, I drop down and clean the floor on my hands and knees. How awful! Wearing just that silly apron, my bare butt jiggles in the air and my shapely dark hooters hng down, swaying like udders. How demeaning! Especially when I work around Daphne's chair, right under her feet! I envy her smart attire and wish fervently I'd never let her get me this way, all feminine-looking and practically naked, and so-o-o horny!
And what was that she said about Visitors?
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 19, 2009 7:13:32 GMT -4
Daphne looks down, somewhat approvingly. "It's almost time for my visitors to arrive. Go into the kitchen and get the hors d'oeuvres and drinks ready. Refill my wineglass. And sit down at the mirror and fix that ungodly hair of yours! Get to it!"
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Post by crayle on Mar 19, 2009 7:18:27 GMT -4
I look up at her, red lips open, dark-shadowed eyes wide with shock.
"Visitors?" I echo, "People coming? People who'll see me? Like THIS?"
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 19, 2009 21:43:00 GMT -4
"You heard me the first time, Sissy. Now get a move on, or I'll make sure our visitors know who you are. Or who you used to be..." Daphne grins and sips her wine. You watch her out of the corner of your eye as she leans back and produces a cigar. She puffs it to life and grins around it at you. "Five minutes, Sissy."
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Post by crayle on Mar 20, 2009 3:17:45 GMT -4
I spring to my high-heeled feet and dash (well, mince, really) into... into the kitchen? Somehow this place seems to have changed! It was a Salon when I came in, but now it's more like a luxurious apartment!
How will I ever find my clothes now?
Quickly as possible, I set snacks out on a tray, fill glasses, pat my hair into place as best I can, arrange my lacey maid's cap, try to adjust my frilly white apron to cover my dark-skinned nudity, and scurry back out to Daphne, only a half-minute late!
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 20, 2009 21:45:48 GMT -4
You return and find Daphne lazing in a chaise lounge that's also new. She sees your confusion. "This is my flat, Sissy. And you have a room here, too. Now that you're my live in bitch." She sneers. "Now you have a minute or two to rub my feet before our guests arrive."
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