Rest

Belle leafed through The Guide to Being a **** Maid. She saw photos of maids bound and gagged with feather dusters up their asses, being used as urinals, footstools, coffee tables, and even one dressed up like a slutty garden gnome. She tossed the book on the floor in disgust. She lay down on her cot and closed her eyes.

There was a pounding on Belle's door. "What is your problem?!"

Belle shot up awake. She saw Mildred in a red evening gown and black stiletto heels. Her hair was tied back in a tight bun. She had on black opera blacks. "Your hair is now a mess!"

"Um, I'm...uh...I'm...so sorry!" said Belle.

"You will be punished later, but right now, you better be dressed and presentable in five minutes when my guests arrive, or your punishment will be doubled!"

"Sorry, ma'am!" said Belle. She was trembling in fear of what worse things Mildred could do other than the cold water ****.

Mildred left and slammed the door.

Belle got up and straightened her clothes then fixed her hair. She finished and hurried out. She heard voices and headed towards them. She saw Mildred in her living room greeting some people. There was a tall man dressed like a 19th century politician. He was in his thirties, and on his arm was a big-boobed blonde spilling out of a tight pink mini-dress.

"Ah, Mildred, is this the new maid?" asked the man, lifting a monocle to peer through.

"Yes, this is Belle, and this will be her first night entertaining us," said Mildred.

A doorbell rang.

Mildred sat then looked at Belle and pointed to the floor next to her. Belle hurried over and knelt next to Mildred.

"Good girl," said Mildred. "Here is what is going to happen. When all of the other guests arrive, you will be given a series of tasks to complete. The guest wager on whether or not you can complete them. But first you must bring us the drinks. Emma is in the kitchen fixing them. She is my...personal maid, and you won't see much of her except on nights like this. You are to obey her as if you would obey me. Disappoint her, and you disappoint me. Got it?"

"Yes, ma'am," said Belle.

"Get up and go to the kitchen."

Belle got up and saw another couple come in. They looked to be a lesbian duo dressed as 1920s flapper girls. Mildred walked over to them as Belle headed to the kitchen.

In the kitchen was a tall blonde in a cream-colored latex maid's outfit. She had black latex gloves and a black latex apron.

"Ah, you must be the new worthless bitch," she said. "I miss having someone I can order around. Now get down and kiss my boots!"

Belle walked over and got on her hands and knees. She kissed the black leather boots Emma was wearing.

"Good, now there's a tray of drinks over there. Bring them to the guests and do not spill a drop."

Belle turned and saw a silver tray with a white lace doily on it. On top of that were eight glasses of champagne, filled to the brim.

"Not...one...drop!" said Emma. "If that doily is wet when you come back, I know you've failed." Emma crossed her arms.

Belle was worried. She was still trembling and tried her best to calm herself down.

"Chop! Chop!" barked Emma.

Belle went and picked up the tray as gently as she could.