Another inspector

Day 67

Dear diary,

An immigration official came today. He stopped by totally by surprise. He saw me and asked me in French to fetch Miss Jean. I ran back and did so, I could feel his eyes on my ass.

When Miss Jean came out she was completely calm. I stood beside her with my head down and my hands together like an anxious schoolgirl, but she kept her hand on my shoulder as she explained to the officer that she hadn't seen Johanna Williamson in months, that stupid American girl had probably gotten herself killed off in the jungle or something. The official nodded and asked to see my paperwork, which Miss Jean gave. He nodded, asked me my name, and I answered that it was Coline Faustine Cartier, and that I was from Nice. I guess I did it well enough because he handed my documents back to Miss Jean, gave a last leering look at me, and left.

Miss Jean was so proud of me and how I'd played the demure French maid that she hugged me and kissed me on both cheeks. Her hand ran down my backside to my ass and squeezed a bit, enough for me to squeak and feel a dampness in between my legs. I realized I had just played the part of a maid, and furthermore it had turned me on immensely. Miss Jean gave my ass a lingering squeeze, and as she pulled back and told me "good girl Coline, you did very well." I smiled and felt weak.

Her eyes sparkled and before I knew what was happening she pulled me close and kissed me full on the mouth. I resisted for an instant then melted into the kiss, returning it fully back. Her hands were on my breasts as I could feel the heat rising all over. My body craved more; for the first time I knew it craved this, submission to her as my mistress.

After what felt like an hour, she broke it off and without a word, left me standing in the courtyard. I didn't see her again until the next morning. I think Miss Jean has discovered something submissive in me that I didn't know was there.

That night, I did something I'd not done since highschool: I jilled myself to an orgasm.