Paige is TALL!

Paige was drying off her hands as she came up to greet me. Sandra looked up at Paige, in a minor state of shock.

"THIS is your live-in ****?"

At 6' 1/2", Paige was very tall; I thought I had told Sandra, but looking back, maybe I hadn't. Paige was wearing a French Maid's uniform with a hem that ended well above her knees. She dropped a towel on the floor near us, and then kneeled on it, hands folded on her lap, and head bowed.

"Um... yes, she is. Let's see how well she's done cleaning up the place."

Not looking at Paige, I walked past her, leading Sandra by the hand. Looking around the apartment, I saw that Paige had, as usual, done a splendid job. Everything had been wiped down, the clean dishes had been put away, the carpet still had fresh tracks from the vacume cleaner... everything was perfect. Sandra was visibly amazed with the cleanliness of the apartment, but kept stealing glances back at Paige who hadn't moved from her place in the entryway.

"Paige, I don't see anything wrong with my apartment."

"Thank you, Master," she said, softly.

"This is my girlfriend, Sandra. Now get us some iced tea."

"Yes, Master."

Visibly flustered, Paige stood up and walked, upright and very carefully, to the kitchenette. I saw Sandra watching Paige's movements carefully, and she couldn't have missed that Paige wasn't wearing panties; the skirt didn't reach down far enough to cover the very base of either her buttocks or her pussy.

"Almost everyone she knows has trouble accepting such a tall woman in a submissive role. As a result, my **** has to work extra hard estalishing her rightful place."

"I see," Sandra said, watching Paige taking two glasses out and dropping ice cubes in them. "Paige, make a glass for yourself too."

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."

I continued, "I hope this isn't too much of a prob-"

"Shh," Sandra interrupted. "I'm just watching her. She's amazing."

Paige was indeed a very good servant. She set three glasses set on a tray, took out a pitcher of iced tea, and filled each glass to the same height, pouring from a few inches above them. After putting away the tea, she walked steadily over to us, took two glasses off the tray and onto the table, dropped her towel on the floor, and kneeled on it, the tray at her side and holding her glass. She waited until we had started to drink before she did.

After Sandra had finished her drink, she instructed Paige to stand up. She gave a quick glance at me for approval before getting to her feet, the inadequate hem of her skirt within easy viewing distance. "Turn all the way around, so I can look at you."

Paige complied, moving slowly and pulling down on her skirt slightly so it wouldn't flare out. "Sit," Sandra instructed, then turned to me.

"Well, despite her... attire, that the two of you clearly aren't in a sexual relationship. She has a certain unfulfilled... tenseness about her-"

"I do?" Paige called out in surprise, looking up. Paling, she hastily looked down at the floor again. "Sorry," she whispered.

"You'll have to be punished for that later," Sandra said, then continued. "Anyway, it's obvious to me that she hasn't been 'getting any' for a while now. Now, I was wondering if I could have your permission to borrow your property for a little while?"

I took a moment to think that over. Things seemed to be going well. Sandra had some nervousness, but no red flags were coming up. I didn't sense any hostility on the part of either of them. "Absolutely!" It wasn't necessary to tell Paige to serve Sandra also, since it was implied. "Should I take a walk and leave the two of you alone, or would you like to take her out to get some fresh air?"