(60-79) She takes off her boots to find a replacement for them.

The girl thought about it for a few seconds as her free hand went down to touch the booties. Warm and durable nubuck leather. The steel-reinforced wooden stiletto was high enough, but the texture was all wrong. Unacceptable. Jen wondered what could be better.

"Let's search over here, sweetheart. Maybe this good-taste interior contains some good-taste fashion? It would make so much sense."

The grimace of thinking abandoned the girl's pretty face as she felt her grip on her actions loosen all of a sudden. Jen fell onto her ass and grabbed the chair for balance. The weak smell and smooth feel of the polish over its legs just brought more evidence of her second voice's rightness.

"Yes... I'll know for sure when I touch them... My new dream sho-o-oes. I'll go out of here in such style..."

"You don't ever need to go out, silly. This place opened a whole new world to you! That would just be unfair to even think of going away."

"It surely would... So I won't." — Jen said as she accidentally stopped thinking forever.

"What was the deal again? Hmm." — the only voice said, taking charge.

Jen put the key into the keyhole and turned it. The massive ankle strap unlocked with a metallic crisp, soon followed by the second one. The girl wiggled her hurting sweaty feet out and massaged them gently one after another. She tried to stand up flat-footed, but the stretching pain on the back of her ankles was too much for the moment.

Jen gasped and took a tiptoe position to have a better time at...

"Yes, find them, grab them, put them on!"

The girl started rummaging around convulsively. She searched on and under the small table, checked every compartment in the cupboard, but only found weird bondage jewellery lying amidst many keys and sealers. Jen let out a grunt of disappointment and searched for more furniture around, but found something else instead. There was a door on the opposite side of the wall she was walking by. If not for the extensiveness of her search, there was no way she would have found it. The door knob did not mind her going in, so she did just that out of curiosity.

The floor there was a parquet. Jen tiptoed forward until she walked into a row of hangers. Hanging on them were tens of various fetish maid dresses all made of latex or vinyl. Jen's heartbeat quickened. She detached a soft rubbery apron from one of the dresses and tied it around her waist.

"This is where it comes to. You are not here by accident. This is your true purpose."

"Shoes! I want shoes!" — Jen went away from the hangers and searched for a wardrobe that could contain footwear. She stumbled over a bench definitely designed for shoe fitting, and that was a sign of going the right way. She could feel tiny dents in the wooden floor with her feet, and that was a sign of the bench performing its function of equipping new maids with proper footwear.

"Correct! Shoes are this way!"

"Uhh, yesss!" — Jen rushed forward, grabbed the first knob she found and pulled out one of the sections.

There weren't any shoes inside. Instead, it was full of their close friends. The girl fished out a carefully folded pair of latex stockings and stretched them. Of course, they were lubed and ready to be worn.

"These definitely go on first."

Jen happily sat down on the bench and started to encase her legs in tight latex. The arousing sensation of the constant contact with the material that her dress was giving her was now slowly getting extended to her lower limbs, and she felt her pussy starting to heat up from the excitement. Her mind had no strings to hold it down anymore, and Jen's unbound arousal was a bomb that could explode any moment.

The stockings stopped close to her crotch area and a couple inches higher than the lower edge of her dress' mini length skirt. Jen removed all of the wrinkles left and rubbed all over her new, upgraded legs. She was giggling with joy when the voice reminded her:

"Incomplete. Choose a worthy pair of shoes and bond the stockings to yourself."

The girl quickly stood up and searched for the shoe shelves, which were slightly to the right. Her fingers trembled as she touched the patent leather surface. Hungry for a closer 'look', she grabbed both shoes with her hands.

These were Mary Jane-style pumps with a very thin 6-inch stiletto heel. 1-inch platform was distinct and narrowing towards the bottom, making the shoes even harder to walk in. The instep strap was designed to connect to its clasp box disguised as a bow.

"Just like in my dress! So cute!"

The shoe counter and insole were very stiff in order to make it impossible to wiggle out of them when they were on. However, Jen no longer cared about that side of analyzing the design. Enamored with their patent leather coverage and cuteness of the bow and rounded toeboxes, she hopped back to the bench and started to put the heels onto her latex-covered feet.

"Soon you will be a real maid, serving for the next eternity... A dream come true."

The girl locked the straps with a loud click and stood up. Keeping the balance was much harder than the boots, and the soles' stiffness was telling Jen's already hurting feet that there will be no mercy to them.

"Imagine these soft boots as just a training. You can't be considered good enough for the job if you can't manage wearing serious footwear. Take the pain and be proud of it."

And she was proud of it, as she was told. Jen would do anything to please the voice in her head. In fact, she could even surpass its expectations. The girl wobbled back towards the wardrobe and drew a newly found pair of elbow lengthlatex gloves out of another section. They ended with feather dusters attached to each glove's middle finger, and Jen found it convenient, considering her new job. Barely containing her sexual excitement, she put the gloves on, not noticing the thickening in the material around the wrist parts.

As soon as the gloves were on, the wrist bracelets beeped and contracted around the girl's skin. At the same time, the palm section of them started to inflate with air, using an air pump concealed within the dusters. Jen was full of brainless curiosity as she felt and heard her hands, which used to give her a lot of information when her eyes could not, transform into useless latex balls. The feather dusters themselves took a straight position, getting stuck into the mitten with help of pressure.

Jen playfully rubbed her mittens against each other with a high-pitched squeak, and then felt some warm liquid running down her leg and onto the stocking. Her knees went numb, giving to the immeasurable lust that had to be satisfied. Sliding down the wardrobe, she tried to get her hand to her steaming hot pussy, but her duster was now the only tool she had for stimulating herself.

Soft feathers could only tickle her sensitives, but right now that was enough to send the electrical signal to her overrun brain. Jen screamed at the top of her voice as the orgasm made her senses explode. If there were some shreds of her former self left in the subconsciousness, this explosion used the opportunity to reach there and reduce them to nothing.

As she lied on the wooden floor, enjoying the aftertaste of this mighty climax, a door on the further side of the room opened and many high-heeled steps approached her.

Female voices giggled and said:

"Look, her duster is wet!"

"She's ready."

Two pairs of hands helped her to stand up.

"Are you working here?" — Jen murmured.

"Yes! We are Maids of the Mall! We make the owner happy by cleaning the rooms from dust! At least, most of it is dust." — one of the girls answered.

"The owner can do it himself, but he's generous to give us workplaces instead of leaving us to ourselves in the Storage!" — another girl added. — "We were fortunate to find a similar dressing room and not chain ourselves to some **** device instead."

Someone touched and tugged at Jen's blindfold, only to confirm its permanence.

"You have all the chances to end up like that by accident." — one of the girls said, and the rest let out a nasty giggle. — "You are the first Maid with a sealed blindfold! Speaking of it..."

"We don't need this." — someone else spoke, pulled out the key to Jen's dress out of its keyhole and threw it away.

"I'll hold her, bring the Keyhole Sealers."

"Wow" — was the only thing Jen could say as the Maids worked as a team to make her dress, heels and gloves her permanent body attachments. When they were done, a ruffled headpiece was put onto the top of her head.

"This device will connect to your brain and tell you where you're needed."

"Don't forget to wash your duster before you sweep the goods with your cum!"

The girls then let her go and ran out of the door, leaving her alone.

Jen breathed heavily and sat down on the bench to realize what just happened. But she did not have much time until she saw the outline of a certain room far away drawing itself over the blackness.

"Gimme a minute." — the girl said, and the headpiece delivered a strong electric shock for such audacity, encouraging Jen to begin her today's shift as a Maid of the Mall.

ENDING #10