Mitchel and Tanya are sent home

"I'll go get it now Mistress." Tanya panted, still trying to settle herself and find a way to cope with the panties bundled up in her bottom.

"Good... good..." Rachel said, before idly adding, "after that you may both go home and have the rest of the day off."

Mitchell and Tanya looked at each other in mild surprise.

"Oh, don't get too many ideas." Rachel said, sensing their confusion, "you will be needed tonight. I am... hosting a party..." she added, cryptically.

That caused both of her submissive servants to gulp audibly.

"That was one of the reasons why you needed to clean the house, and also ensure I had a good breakfast. I have much to plan, and a party full of people to impress. I will be requiring you to make sure the party is, ah... how should I put this... 'memorable'."

Both Mitchell and Tanya looked at each other and didn't speak for a minute. Tanya broke the silence first.

"Please Mistress, will there be... people we know there?" After the episode at the School Reunion, Tanya was fairly well-known, but there were still people around who were under the impression she was a respectable, sensible woman.

Rachel laughed, "Now where would be the fun in telling you that?" she asked, mockingly.

"However," she noted, throwing them both a teasing look "what I will say is that the climax of the evening will be something special that I think you should both... hmm... look forward to. One might say, another example of my extraordinary generosity to you both..."

That sounded like the kind of suspicious thing that Rachel would often say, and which invariably led to some form of exposure and degradation for one or the other.

"What... what should we do." Tanya asked meekly, trying to prepare herself for anything.

"Oh... you'll be given instructions in the due course of time. Don't worry. For the time being, I am done with you both. Bring me my food and then you will both leave."

Tanya nodded, and disappeared into the kitchen to fetch what she hoped was still a mildly warm and edible breakfast. Mitchell looked over at a nearby chair where their travel clothes had been neatly left, and he began to slowly strip out of the French Maid's outfit, gingerly feeling his sore ass as he did.

"Wait." Rachel instructed, "No, keep that on."

Mitchell paused in mid-strip. He looked down at the outfit. His mouth went dry. It was one thing to have to go out in a blouse, panties and hot pants. From a distance, they would look weird but maybe might be missed by the casual passer-by. However, walking out the front door in this outfit would be impossible to miss. Especially with the accompanying heels, a dash to the car was even out of the question.

"Please Mistress?" he said, confused.

"You will both keep on your outfits as they are. Store them at your home. I may in the future occasionally ask you to wear them out of the house."

Mitchell scrunched his eyes shut, but he was past the point of meaningful resistance.

"Yes Mistress." He said, obediently.

Tanya came back with a plate of food and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, and delicately put them on the table. She stood back waiting for Rachel's commentary and criticism, but Mitchell grabbed her by the arm and gently propelled her towards the door.

"Come on," he said, "we can leave now... before she decides the food is too cold or the menu wasn't quite right, or..."

Tanya looked at the travel clothes, and began to work the panties out of her ass. Mitchell shook his head though, and simply picked up the travel clothes in one hand and ushered her towards the door.

"I have to get changed." Tanya whispered.

"No... we... can't, sorry... not now... when we're home..."

"Seriously?!"

"Seriously."

Tanya clenched her jaw, but accepted her fate, and tried to adjust her clothing as she looked at Rachel and saw that the other woman was engrossed with inspecting her food.

"Come on!" Mitchell urged. They were almost at the front door, when they were stopped by Rachel calling out.