Maiden Maid-Chapter 2

Sarah was so excited the next day. She had spent most of the night, awake, first saying goodbye to her friends, then the rest of the night thinking about her future. At first she was scared of the future, she would no longer have the security of the orphanage to fall back on. But the more she thought about it, the more confident that her life was in her hands and she would do anything to make sure that she did not end up again falling back on others to support her. Mr. Smith had given the opportunity of a lifetime, a chance to live in a lifestyle that she could only imagine. All she had to do was make sure that she did what “Master Michael” required. It had seemed strange that she would be required to call him Master, but this seemed like such a petty thing compared to the opportunity he was providing. Sarah had her meager belonging packed and was waiting at the door when the chauffeur arrived. The car, a long, black luxury vehicle, astounded her. She did not know much about automobiles, especially very expensive ones, but this one was luxurious. Her face beamed as she got into the car, the chauffeur holding the door open for her, her new life beginning.

John smiled as he opened the door for Sarah. As she bent over to get into the vehicle he watched her ass push back towards him, straining against the skirt she worn. He knew of Michael’s fascination with women and his jaded tastes and those of his friends. He often had to bring women home late at night after a night of partying with Michael and his friends. They were usually well spent, having sexually serviced all of them, often numerous times. Many times they were forced, but money seems to be able to buy anything nowadays, even the virginity of a girl. This was the second time that Michael had hired a full-time maid, the first only lasting a week. Previously Michael used part-time maids that went home at night. They were usually older, mature women, their talents in the care of a home. Sarah was going to be different. He had overheard Michael telling his friends of his plan to hire a maid and turn her into his own personal sex slave. They had all laughed making Michael promise that they too would have the chance to sample the maid’s wares. John felt his cock harden, hoping that he too would be able to partake of the pleasures that Sarah had to offer. He felt a little sorry for Sarah, but then thought, she can make her own decision. She can either have her pride or take the money and give Michael what he wanted. It wouldn’t be such a bad life.

Michael was waiting at the door when Sarah arrived, the picture of a perfect employer. “Follow me and I will show you your room.” They walked up the massive stairs in the front hallway until they reached the second floor. “All of the bedrooms except for one is on this floor. The other bedroom is downstairs next to my study. I sometimes use it if I am working late and do not want to go upstairs. Your room is at the end of the hall.” Michael opened the door at the end of the hall. “My room is next door, the other rooms on each side of yours, are for guests. I often entertain and my guests frequently spend the night.” 

Sarah had never seen such a gorgeous room, it being almost as big as one of the dormitories at the orphanage. At one end stood an enormous four poster bed. The posts all about three inches in diameter at there largest part, but tapered down and then spread back out again at numerous points on the post. At the top were large, pineapple shaped carvings with many ridges. A padded bench was at the end of the bed, legs thick like the posts on the bed. In the corner stood an enormous armoire, a dark mahogany that matched the rest of the furniture in the room. Next to it stood a large overstuffed chair and ottoman, looking out of place in the room. On the other side of the room was a door that opened to the bathroom, but the bedroom had a strange feature. The bathtub, a large claw foot metal tub sat in the room across from the chair, not in the bathroom. Sarah thought that odd, but having only lived in orphanages, her experience, especially with the rich, was limited to what she had read.

Michael pointed to the many mirrors in the room, almost all of the walls having at least one large mirror on it and then pointing to the ceiling, over the bed and the bathtub, large mirrors on the ceiling. “This was my mothers room before her death. She was a very beautiful woman, although somewhat vain. She loved to see her reflection. I leave this room this way to remember her. I hope you don’t mind and will get used to being able to see yourself at all times.”

Sarah looked around, seeing her reflection on all of the walls. It would take a while to get used to it, making her a little self-conscious. She did not think of herself as attractive, feeling plainer than anything else. Orphanage life was not a big self-confident builder, it was more you tried to make yourself invisible. “Yes, that is OK,” she said, quickly adding, “Master Michael.”

“I have furnished your armoire with suitable clothing for you. You are only to wear clothes that I supply and you are not to alter them in any manner. I have an image that I have to project and as my employee, you must always project that image that I want you to portray. This is non-negotiable. If you cannot abide by my rules, you are free to go at anytime.” Michael opened the armoire, a row of neatly hung skirts and blouses filled one side. Shoes were on the bottom shelf, many of them with very high heels. Michael pulled out two of the drawers. “You have lingerie in here. I require you to wear silk undergarments and silk stockings. In here are nightclothes, silk negligees and silk robes.”

Sarah had never seen such beautiful clothes. She was always worn sack like dresses, often made of very rough material. “Yes, sir, I will do as you wish, they are so beautiful.”

“I want you to get dressed and be downstairs in 30 minutes. I will give you the rules of the house and your duties. I expect you to be on time at all times. And I expect absolute obedience from all of my help.” Michael walked out of the room, closing the door as he left.

Sarah put her bag down in the corner. I wouldn’t need those anymore. She went into the closet and pulled out a white blouse and black skirt. In the drawer she found a white, silk camisole with a pair of matching panties. They had two lace bows on each side to hold them up. She took out a pair of silk stockings, brown with a dark brown seam up the back. A garter belt would hold them up. A pair of black high heels, not the highest one in the closet, but they were higher then she was used to.

Sarah removed her clothes and threw them into her bag. I’ll throw them all away tomorrow, she thought. She looked at the wall and saw her reflection. She could see her red hair outlining her pale body. She looked so thin, especially with her small breasts. The dark brown areolas contrasted with her pale skin. Her red bush stood out prominently, drawing attention to between her legs. She pulled on the panties, tying the lace on the sides. They were a perfect fit. The camisole was next. She slipped it over her head and as it shimmered down over her breasts her nipples instantly hardened. She put on the garter belt and picked up the silk stockings. She had never felt anything so soft. She sat in the chair and put them on, drawing them up her legs. She looked in the mirror again. It shocked her, her looks. She actually looked very sexy. The lingerie clung to her body, her nipples pointed, her legs accented by the stockings. She put on the blouse, buttoning it up, covering her hard nipples. The skirt came next. It was a harder fit, it clung tightly to her hips and ass. She put her feet into the high heels, balancing precariously for a second until getting used to them. Again she looked into the mirrors. She could not believe what she saw. No longer the orphan, now a very sexy looking women.

Sarah had to walk slowly down to the study, the high heels being new to her. It took a little bit to get used to them, but by time she reached Michael’s study she had gained her confidence. She was just a little worried about the some of the other high heels. She saw one pair that was at least four inches high, straps needed to keep them on the feet. This pair was only two-inch heels. She stood outside the room for a minute to straighten her clothes and prepare herself. I have to make this work, no matter what. I am not going to end up on the street, unable to take care of myself, begging for any chance to eat, she thought. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

“Come in, Sarah,” Michael’s voice answering. She entered the room, a large study, almost a library. There was a large mahogany desk on one side, it being bigger then some of the dinner tables at the orphanage. Behind it was a high back leather chair. Near the fireplace stood four upholstered chairs in a small semicircle around the hearth. A roaring fire was going in it, the outside air turning suddenly cold. Along one wall was the bookcase. It was more then a bookcase, it was a wall of books, from floor to ceiling, and the ceilings were high. Two ladders, both on wheels, were attached to it, allowing anyone to reach books on all shelves. Michael sat in one of the chairs, looking over at the door as she walked in. She saw the smile on his face, looking pleased at her appearance.