Friday Night Maid - By: Diane Leonard
I am a Friday night maid. After a week of hard work, I relax by
dressing up in a sexy maids outfit and serving, pleasing and pleasuring
my wife. While she is out dancing with her friends, I am dressed up as
a Friday uniform waiting for my wife to return home. She doesn't like
my fetish, but this agreement, once a week seems to work for us. But
this last week was to be totally different.
It started out like any other Friday night session. I got home from
work and took a quick shower and a short nap. I was tired from a hard
week at work and slept longer than usual. My wife had already dressed
and left with her friends for a night of dancing on the town.
I start with a deep cleansing enema, so that I am totally empty inside.
This followed by my favorite part, a warm bath. Foaming, scented, and
very mentally relaxing. This allows my mind to relax and enjoy the
start of another wonderful evening. While in the bath, I shave my legs,
trim around my crotch, shaping the tuft of hair into a pretty little
heart shape. I closely shave my face, making sure to be perfectly close
and smooth everywhere. It works well, and I feel wonderful as I rinse
off and pat myself dry. Girls NEVER rub. Sensual scented lotion applied
everywhere and I am ready to start my transition.
Sexy black lace French cut panties, matching back hook bra is put on
and I relish the pleasure of the feelings that the material brings me.
My nipples swell and become erect as I position my self in my panties
to show a very femme front. Once tucked away, I place my silicone
inserts into my bra and make sure the nipples show thru the lace right
in the middle of the cups. Looking into the mirror, I softly caress my
breasts and hips, loving the feeling of once again; being the girl I so
cherish being.
Now that I am in my scanties, I apply my make up. Deep dark eyes,
colors around, lined and powdered. Smooth foundation, rosy
cheeks, and finally well lined, bright red lips with excessive lip-
gloss to make them all shiny and wet looking. I apply the sealer so
that the lips will not smear during my evening of play.
My nipples are so erect they itch. As I walk out into the bedroom, my
silicone breasts bounce so delightfully. I love the look and feel of my
now 38C breasts. Just the right size for my body frame. I am tall,
6'1", 175 lbs, hazel eyes and my hair is always reddish auburn. At this
time I use wigs, but one day, I hope to use my own hair. The wig has
bangs and is unlike any other I have ever owned. My wife got so mad
when she found out what I paid for it, but calmed down after a few
months. This will be the first night she will see me in it. The hair is
loose and hangs down below my shoulders.
I get out my waist cinch. Its black, cotton back satin. It goes from
right against the bottom of my bra, a little high in the back, and then
to just above my heart shaped crotch hair. It is high on the hips so
that it pulls in my waist line so much. As I tie it off, I look in the
mirror and wonder at how shapely I am now.
I get a brand new pair of lace top stockings and my two black lace
garter belts. I always wear two. One foreword and one backward so that
I have 4 garter straps on each leg. I slip the garter straps thru my
panties and let them dangle. Putting on off black, lace top stockings
are so sensual, almost orgasmic. I always position myself so that I can
watch myself, my face and how I look in the mirror as I enjoy the
sensual feeling of the material slipping up my newly shaved
and pampered legs.
My wife always objects to my painting of my toenails. She says it just
reminds her when I am not dressed that I do dress. I have always taken
the time to make sure they are the most sensual shade of red I can
find. They look so sexually enticing peeking through my sheer
stockings.
I stand and as I attach my garters to the stocking tops, I wiggle my
toes and enjoy the visual effect it has on me mentally. Those are my
toes. I can't wait for the rest of this to happen.
Now that my stockings are on, I sit and finish my nails. My false nails
are long, bright red and pointed. My wife says that only real women,
modern girls are allowed to have the new, and stylish squared off tips.
(sigh)I love my new nails but still, the rounded tips do tend to run my
stockings. My wife will not allow me to wear any jewelry other than
earrings. They are pierced, gold, and tiny dangly ones. They are not
very long but they do tend to draw attention to my neck and face.
I go to the closet, Diane's closet, and remove the maids uniform from
the closet and remove it from the plastic cleaners bag. My wife insists
on me taking it to the cleaners. She says if I am to wear it, I must
make sure it's clean. Her thoughts, I am sure, were to embarrass me
into not dressing because I had to take things out for cleaning. Sorry
honey, it did not work.
I hang it on the hook on the back of the bedroom door, and slowly,
almost religiously remove the plastic bag. This new uniform is the
sexiest I have ever dared wear. It was custom made for me. It is of the
best soft satin, jet black and very shiny. It has traditional white
lace around the neck, hem, and short puffy sleeves. The lace is not
overly large, just enough to show. I unzip the back and pull it from
the hanger. I softly shake it out, and then step into it, slowly
raising it up across my legs.
I always get goose bumps at this point. Slipping my arms into the
bodice, I finish setting it into place and then reaching around and
zipping the very tight, fitted dress onto my now shapely body. I take
the extremely femme apron, with the lace trim and tie it around my now
cinched, tiny waist with a very large bow in the back. I check the
mirror to make sure it's perfectly tied. I reach for and step into the
full petticoats, which puff out the skirt.
Finally the finishing touches. My white lace wrist cuffs, neck choker,
hairpiece and my jewels, my black 5-inch stilettos patent leather pumps
with ankle straps. The finishing touch is perfume, obsession, neck,
cleavage, inside of thighs, back of knees, and ankles.
Finally, I am ready. I stand, and glide (I have lots of practice in
this pair of heels) to the mirror. My eyes are drawn to the impressive
cleavage I can create with my fleshy chest, held tight by my black lace
bra. The neckline barely covers the lace of the bra and the skirt is
just set at the bottoms of my stocking tops when I stand still, but
when I walk or bend, the stocking tops will show. My wife loves to
tease me that I am in need of a man to show me that wearing skirts,
that short cause side effects. I giggled when she said that. I did not
want her to know that I had thought about that many times. But, alas, I
am always afraid to tell her my fantasies since she would probably
divorce me and leave. I love her so, and I only want to please and make
sure she is happy.
I am finally fully dressed, feeling so sexy in my uniform. Like in the
cartoons or the fetish art work. Unlike other Friday nights, I feel
that I did a magnificent job on my make up and feel I look truly
erotic. Its already 9 PM, and I begin my duties, which included,
lighting candles all over the house so that Susan would think romantic
thoughts when she got home. The duties, which I have assigned to
myself, included cleaning the last of the kitchen, vacuuming, dusting
around the upstairs, making the bed, finally satisfied with my work, I
return down stairs at just past 11 PM. I get a glass of white wine and
sit at the kitchen table and relax a bit. The sounds of the soft jazz
wafting thru the house when suddenly I hear a knock at the door and
then the doorbell.
What the hell am I going to do? She always lets herself in. I get up,
check the mirror. I seem to look OK. I walk to the door, peer thru the
viewer, but something is blocking the view. I can't see who is there.
The knocking and doorbell keep going, finally I hear her voice, "Diane,
open the door. Don't embarrass me with my guest!" A guest?
Reluctantly I open the door wide, say good evening and stand waiting as
she and this magnificent man walk in. He is 6'6" if he is an inch, 250
but no fat at all, maybe 40, dark hair with a hint of stylish gray at
temples, CEO executive looks. That suit must be $1,000 bucks. It fits
his masculine body so well. She just smiles, uses her finger to push up
on my chin like I am gaping and she walks past me and he says, "Good
evening Diane. Susan has told me so much about you. I am pleased to
meet you." And with that, he hugs me softly, and kisses me softly on
the lips, and walks past me into the sitting room with my wife.
"Diane, close the door and bring us some wine." I quickly shut the
door, and scamper to the kitchen get the bottle and 2 glasses and
return to the sitting room where they are seated on the sofa, not
intimately close, but not far either, barely 12 inches separate them on
that 8 foot couch.
I serve the wine, they are talking sex talk, what turns them each on,
and they begin to touch each other softly, tenderly like she use to
like me to do. They are ignoring me completely. I am truly the maid
standing at the ready, near the end of the sofa, hands folded in front
of me, legs together and feet in a models pose waiting to find out what
is going on. I didn't have to wait long.
"Diane, this is Tom. We met at the club tonight and hit it off right
away, but not in a way that you think. I want you to know that I found
your secret stash of fantasy stories and web sites and the photos you
have put your face on. Tom is a psychologist. We were talking about our
both being in the medical field, with my extensive nursing background;
he told me that he specializes in some interesting areas. Would you
like to know what they are Diane?"
"Yes, mam, I would like to know."
"Well, one of his interests is in the area of sexuality. He has treated
many children that show some transgender indicators, as well as adult
males who crossdress and those who show an interest in associating or
dating them. Well, you can imagine how I felt when he told me this. We
have talked about you all night and when I told him about our Friday
night arrangement, he asked if I would allow him to come home with me
to see this in person. How could I resist such a charming man? I mean,
after all, he was so nice, bought me dinner, and took me back to the
club. Well, I just gushed. I welcomed him to join me." She then
caressed his thigh and I could now see that he was so sexually aroused
that his manhood was clearly visible thru his pants. He was huge by the
indications.
"Susan, I must tell you that Diane is truly a beautiful woman. I mean
look at her. Standing tall, straight. Look how poised she is in her
heels. I presume they are 5 inch heels, yes?"
I nodded, embarrassed at what was happening, but then I was no longer
in control, Susan and Tom were. I was simply the maid. They were
talking about me as if I were ONLY the maid.
"Well, we have a few choices to make here, don't we Susan. I mean, with
Diane looking so beautiful and sensual, we just can't let her stand
here can we."
"No, I don't think that would be good Tom. Diane, go into your study
and bring out the good camera, tonight, we take
photographs of you. I have some wonderful ideas."
Camera? I never thought, but had always dreamed of it. When I came
back, they were kissing and caressing on the sofa. Again they ignored
me, and I just stood there with the 35 mm camera. For the next 30
minutes they had me posing, dusting, bending, serving them drinks, and
taking photos of me while I did all these things. We went thru 3 rolls
of film. Photos of my stocking tops, panties, down the front of my
uniform as I served, never showing the faces of the people I was
serving but always making sure that when my face could be visible, it
would be clearly in the photo.
About midnight, the doorbell rang again. Startled, I looked at Susan,
as if to say what should I do? "Silly girl, go answer the door and be
quick about it." Turning on my heels, I could feel Tom's eyes on my ass
and legs as I walked towards the door. I stood, looked thru the
eyepiece, and there was a man there. I opened the door, and asked, "May
I help you sir?"
His eyes opened very wide, and a smile grew and he was suddenly
beaming. "Yes, I am looking for either Tom or Susan. Is either of them
here? I am not sure I am at the right address. I wrote it down
quickly." He is fairly tall, still shorter than me in my heels, very
cute, mid 40's, almost like an artist. His hair is wavy, like you could
run your hands thru it and never muss it. It would return to where it
was. Whom may I say is here?" Suddenly I hear Susan say, "Diane, let
him in NOW!" I step aside and allow him to enter, close the door and
then say, "Follow me sir" and I being to walk towards where they were.
Now I am totally confused. I can feel his eyes on me, and put an extra
sway into my steps as I walk, my petticoats swirling so erotically
around my thighs.
The new man walks towards Tom and shakes his hand. "Thanks for calling
me and inviting me over, but I don't know why you called. I mean we had
our session today, and I am feeling ok."
"Roger this is Susan, our hostess and the lovely maid there is Diane."
He shakes Susan's hand, and looks at me and smiles, and nods. "Please
sit down Roger, Diane get Roger here a glass for his wine," Tom says,
as if he is in control of the house now. He is acting like the husband,
giving me orders and things to do.
I leave and return to the kitchen, wondering what is happening. I mean
now I am here, dressed as the maid, I have 2 men here and my wife is
totally enjoying herself. She is beaming, glowing, like a sexual glow.
She has not taken her hand off Tom's thigh, only to shake hands with
Roger.
I walk in and they are talking softly, I can't hear them until I am
closer and I hear the final comment . . "well, if you care to, or want
to, then I am sure neither of us have any objection.