Where she said she would.

As the maid goes to leave, you follow her only a few steps behind before she stops you at the door. She points to the floor where you see a set of maid shoes, they are as shiny as your outfit, the black shiny material stops at your ankles with rubber lace frills surrounding it. The heels are not as impossible as the Head Maid's, but they are still six inches stillettos. She points to the chair next to it.

"Sit."

Without thought you instantly obey and sit down. After all, she is simply helping you look sexier right? Perhaps if you cooperate she'll let you keep the dress. The Maid picks up both shoes and kneels down, she hands you one to hold, which you take. The soft supple latex feels wonderful on your hands, they smell of freshly laundered clothing and rubber polish, as you seem to softly pant as she slides one of the shoes on. She secures the ankle belt, then takes the other shoe from you. You softly whimper as she places it on as well. You stand and are instantly stunned by how wonderful they feel, like walking on soft fluffy clouds, despite your feet almost only on your toes. You look down to see her locking the second belt in place, and from this better angle you see them tighten and are held with very small padlocks....but that doesn't matter right? Why would you want to take these wonderful shoes off anyway?

She stands and leaves the room as you follow her. Whereas before you would sneak glances at her perfect rear, you find yourself openly gawking at it. Her buttocks is callipygian, perfect and shapely, swaying as she walks causing her skirt to constantly brush it. You find yourself only halfway down the hall before you start to mimic her motions, wanting to feel the same thing on your naked buttocks. It feels soft and wonderful, the drafty house gives a minor breeze between your nethers, cooling off your aching puss, which only seems to make you more wet as the air and rubber tease you. You reach the stairs and the maid lifts her skirts slightly, giving you such a view of her perfect butt that she is practically mooning you. You moan quietly as you follow her. You try to look around to take your eyes off her, and instead find yourself in a room you do not recall.

It appears to be a lounge of some sort, the floor covered in a wonderfully designed rug, a series of chairs and a couch, all made of the wonderful material you are covered in. You then see 2 women, kneeling down at the foot of the chairs, their heads down and seemingly curled up in the fetal position. As you walk past them with the maid, you see they have collars on and appear to be almost as wet as you are.

"Who are they?"

The Maid looks at them indifferently. "Furniture for the Mistress and her Guests."

You blush at the concept. Human Furniture? You sneak your hand down under your skirt and begin to touch yourself, imagining what depraved things the Guests of this House and the Mistress does to them. As you touch your clit, you feel a surge of electricity run through you, almost bringing you to orgasm.

"Stop." The Maid says without turning around or breaking stride. You jolt up and move your hand away. "The Mistress may not like that, she is very strict on certain rules."