The French Maid's Uniform

The French Maid's uniform seemed a good choice if her story was that she was heading to a costume party. She unzipped the back, stepped into it, and pulled it on. "Answer me!" the voice yelled angrily. "Sorry" Mary called, "I got lost". Mary saw that the skirt was scancalously short but came with a fetishized version of bloomers, which she pulled on.

The man threw the door open, stormed in, and stopped. Mary knew she was in trouble when she saw the man's hungry gaze. "What have we here?" he asked menacingly. "Uh, I was just leaving..." Mary said, hurriedly getting to her feet. "What's the rush, baby? Why don't we...have some fun?" Mary watched fearfully as the man shut and locked the door. "Put the rest of your little outfit on. Now."

Mary knew what this man wanted. She was not going to let this happen, but the man didn't seem willing to listen to reason. "Remember the money" Mary whispered to herself. As she stepped into the glossy black heels, she noticed that the other manniquins had vanished.

"Hurry baby" the man said. She heard him unzip his pants. She pulled the wrist length leather gloves on with a sigh, then put on the head piece. All that was left was the choker. She grabbed it, but before she could put it on the man grabbed her and spun her around. She gasped, startled. She hadn't heard him descend the stairs.

He began groping her ass. She didn't struggle, hoping to lull the man into a false sense of security. He lifted her her skirt, and began reaching for the bloomers. "Oh baby..." he began, when Mary kneed him in his semi erect penis. He crumpled to the floor holding himself. "Bitch!" he yelled.

Mary stared at him coldly, then grabbed the mannequin that her uniform had been on. "You haven't seen anyhing yet" she said as she began beating the man with the nude mannequin. At some point the man lost conciousness. Mary threw the dented mannequin aside. She kicked the man once in the face, put her full weight into grinding her ridiculous heel into his palm, spit on him, and made for the door.

She burst outside breathless and slammed the door behind her. She looked around the city street trying to find something familiar. She didn't notice that she was still clutching the choker until it seemed to leap out of her hand and stick to her forehead. "What the!?" she started, but the choker slid down her face, momentarily silencing her as it slid over her mouth. Mary couldn't see it, but the choker had left a coating of expertly applied makeup as it had slid down. The choker came to rest wrapped firmly around her neck.

She pulled at it, but her hands soon fell away. Her body had gone numb, and she couldn't move. Something strange was happening. Mary couldn't describe it exactly, but something was inside her mind. Things were being...rearranged. It ended as abruptly as it started, and Mary was in control of herself once again.