Follow her to her room.

You cast one last glance at the clock, but work can wait a bit this morning. This sounds... fun.

You follow Blanche into her room. She opens her door and then her wardrobe for you, and your eyes widen as you realize tht Blanche does, indeed, own several uniforms. They all hang neatly next to each other, each one a dream of frills and lace. A quick search of the drawers reveals a quite extensive assortment of high quality dessous and lingerie. Bras, panties, stockings, garter belts... all in different colours, but all of them made of satin or very fine velvet, adorned and decorated with applications, lace and quillings.

"This looks amazing, Blanche", you whisper, your mouth suddenly dry.

She nods, happily, and ushers you to come closer and undress. You follow, without hesitation. Somehow, all false pudency you might have felt in such a situation, seems gone, and it feels very natural to strip in front of your housemaid and let her decide which pieces to wear. As she takes out one of the uniforms and lets tou touch it, the fabric rustles softly, and suddenly, a choir of thousand whispering voices fills the room. Or your head. You are not sure. You step into it, and the uniform caresses your body as if it was tailor made for you. There's not a single itch, not one point that seems to loose or too tight. It's perfect! You stare into the mirror and marvel at your sight.

Blanche hands you the stockings, and a garter belt, and you put those on as well. There's not need for a bra as the uniform flows around your bosom quite nicely, holding and exposing it in the most sensual and sexy way. The last addition is the bonnet on your head.

You have never felt so vibrant and happy and... and alive!

And horny.

You almost immediatly realize that, once finally dressed as a maid, you feel incredibly eager to get laid. The neediness from earlier seems to have intensified tenfold or thousandfold. All you can think of is a big, hard cock. You would do everything to get a cock. Everything! The soft voices are still there, whispering, teasing you with words you can't quite understand, but which somehow seem to intensify your desire. You blink and feel slightly dizzy and light headed.

"I think what you need now, is this 'ere, Madame", Blanche says and puts something in your right hand.

It's a vibrator.

You don't even ask where she got this from, or how she knows about your arousal. Something primordial has taken control of you. An instinct, stronger than you, buried deep inside, and begging for release. Your sexual hunger is like a wild beast, and have **** but to succumb to its fervor. Moments later, you lie on your back on Blanche's bed, the buzzing big thing buried deep inside you. You sigh with relief and start to moan, staring happily at the ceiling. This is bliss. This is the perfect life.

You fuck yourself with the buzzing vibrator, eyes closed, lost in your dreams. You are a maid. You are the maid of the house. You masturbate frantically, dreaming about the Master of the house giving you the pounding you deserve as a dutiful housemaid. Somehow can't seem to climax, you content yourself with constant edging, for what seems like hours. It's **** and Heaven at the same time, and you are completely lost in your dreams.

"Hélène?", asks a woman's voice from the door.

You blink and open your eyes. Somebody stands in the doorframe.

"Hélène, have you been masturbating again? You are the most useless maid we ever had! I am late for work, move your sorry ass upstairs and suck my husband off, I had to leave him in the middle of our morning ride, and I am sure he wants to blow off his load before he goes to sleep again - and don't forget to clean the kitchen before I come home!"