Maid to work

I ran my finger up Jessica’s bare stomach to her breast, taking a rough handful and enjoying the squeeze as she moaned, but did nothing to stop me. The feeling of power surged within me, as I took total pleasure in my ownership of her.

Jessica, the bitch of the flat. Jessica, the bully from birth who had been so naturally dominant and naturally spiteful. Now that same Jessica was my meek, mindbroken little ****, unable to resist obeying my commands. I would have to give her regular top-ups of my saliva, just to ensure she stayed forever compliant.

“Jessica?”

“Yes, mistress?”

She answered immediately. I smiled as I leaned in close;

“You’re going to start craving my kiss. Deep within, you’ll feel no greater pleasure than when I use you sexually. Using you for tasks and taking your body for my enjoyment will give you a peace and happiness that is stronger than anything else. You’ll always know it’s me, no matter what skin I’m in, and deep down you’ll crave me wearing you too. How does that all sound?”

She gasped as the spell like effect of my words took hold on her mind.

“It sounds wonderful, master.”

“Now…”

I started, looking around at the room.

“We’ll have to do something about this place. This room is filthy! I can’t believe you live like this Jessica, you’re such a dirty girl.”

I smirked as I turned away from her, the unfairness of my comment not lost on me. Really the mess, the clothes on the floor and the fluids everywhere, it was all my fault. Still though, I decided not to reveal to Jessica I’d been the one piloting her skin for the last few days, and let her feel a little guilty for the state of the place.

“Ahh! I’m so sorry mistress! I’ll clean it at once.”

She moved to begin, only to be stopped by my hands on her hips as I pulled her close to me, letting our faces be just a few inches apart as the heat from our breath mingled in what little air lay between us. It was funny, the height difference was so striking when we were this close to each other, with me being the shorter one, looking up into her green eyes. It gave me a thrill being short like this; I suppose I’d have to get used to it, now that I was living in Grace’s flesh.

“Not like that; where’s your uniform?”

She looked confused, before I leaned close to her ear and whispered a series of commands.

“Ahh!”

She let out an eep of embarrassment at what I described, and I could see a little red in her ears as she blushed. It was so fun seeing the usually dominant and sexually confident Jessica be bashful like this, and deep down, I was beginning to think she was getting off on being dominated so thoroughly.

I took her chin in my hand and peeled open her mouth, before invading it with mine, Grace’s soft lips rubbing against Jessica’s while we kissed. It was too perfect like this, and I couldn’t ignore how good it felt to kiss and be kissed in the body of such a gentle and delicate girl.

Jessica had a look of dazed affection and happiness as she threw on her sports top and leggings and headed out to get what I’d asked, and I took a hungry grab of her asscheek as she left, causing her to moan a little. It felt good grabbing what was mine, and I wished the time would speed up until she was back.

She was back before I knew it, the big, classy black shopping bags she brought with her filling me with glee as I took their contents out and laid them on the bed. Their clear plastic protective covering’s preserved them from any still damp fluids may have been on the sheets, but did nothing to hide the contents. Two maid outfits sat on the bed, both festooned with little details and obvious quality and care in design and material choice that denoted the high price Jessica had paid for them.

The first one seemed to shine in the light even through the covering, silks, satins and lace coming together to make a wonderful mix that would be a pleasure for the senses; both for the viewer, and the wearer. I’d never worn anything so soft and pleasing to the skin before, and even from a casual view I knew that maid outfit was wonderful.

The second one shone in a different way; it was tight latex, the blacks in its design seeming to draw the viewer in with their depth while the whites giving that wonderful pop of contrast that made the whole thing pop. I knew how powerfully sexual latex could be from wearing Jessica’s black dress to that party, and had grown a deep fondness for it. Few clothing materials could match it for pure sexiness… and the idea of having a latex bound maid, or wearing it myself, turned me on to no end.

“But master, why did you get two of them? There’s only me.”

“Hmm?”

I looked at her, smiling.

“Well Jessica, one of them is for you to wear now, naturally. You can’t clean without it. As for the other, well, on a whim I decided I might wear one too. As your mistress, I’m entitled to do whatever I want really, even to dress as my own maid. And the idea of wearing something like this while in this skin… it really, really turns me on.”

She blushed at my candor, and my own speech was making my slit heat up and start to get a little wet as I imagined everything.

“Secondly, you’re just my first maid. After all, why should I stop with you? Maybe sometime I’ll have to add another maid to my staff. Don’t you like the idea of having a friend you can serve me with?”

“But mistress, I want you all to myself!”

She pouted, making my heart flutter as the urge to fuck her grew.

“You’re such a brat Jessica… but I don’t dislike devotion like that. Now, which uniform will you wear…?”

The ideas compared and contrasted in my mind, which one would I like the see Jessica in? And as well as that… which one did I want to wear myself?