The Maid outfit

You look at the outfits again and again, unsure what to take. In the end you decide to pick the outfit you think will make you most unnoticed, taking the maid outfit off the rack and begin to put it on. You start with the Latex stockings, which seem to resist you every step of the way, yet as you put them on the feeling of your fingertips running along the rubber, straightening out the wrinkles and air pockets feels intensely erotic. You find yourself breathing heavily after only one stocking is put on. You place the second one on, which seems to resist less...or is it you are just hesitating less? You aren't sure, but you find yourself starting to feel wet at the warm feeling of tightness now covering your thighs and legs. You take a moment to breath in and focus.

You then put on the small frilly rubber cap, as you look in the mirror and adjust it, it seems to move in place perfectly, you gasp softly as you hear a small click, the clasps catching in your hair and pulling softly, sending a small shock that more startles you then anything else. You blink for a moment and look at it. Your eyes smolder back at you. Hot Damn you look Sexy, you need to consider asking to keep this outfit when you leave.

You then pick up the large rubber dress, it has a series of white rubber frills along the shoulders, the apron, and at the cuffs of the arm length black rubber sleeves. You open the dress from the back to see a series of white latex petticoats under the dress that seem to brush and squeeze your butt and thighs as you slide the rubber dress over your legs up to your chest. Your hands seem to slide through the sleeves without any trace of resistance as you find yourself moaning softly at the feeling of the latex covering you. As you turn to look at yourself in the mirror, you definetely are wet at the sight of yourself now. You close your eyes as your mind seems to fill with images of yourself dusting a shelf, cleaning every spot thoroughly as the frills of your dress brush against your pussy, the tightness of your outfit squeezing your breasts, a reminder of your position as a mere servant. You touch yourself as you open your eyes and almost jump in fright as a pair of hands holds your shoulders.

In your reflection, the Maid is behind you, holding you in place.

"Stay still. I will secure you for the Mistress."

You feel her hand move against your back as she brushes against you, she finds the zipper and closes the dress around you. You inhale sharply as she fondles your body, straightening out the creases and pockets in it. You almost look alike...You blink and try to clear your head, but it just seems to stay hazy. She moves you around to face her as she turns to leave.

"Come. Mistress is waiting for us."