Your uniform arrives

The next few days pass without incident. You go to class, work two shifts at the bar, and tell your room mates that you negotiated an extension on the rent, without giving them too many details.

On the day of the party you arrive home in mid-afternoon to find a parcel leaning against your door. Picking it up you find it addressed to you, and realize it must be the uniform Mr. Berridge mentioned. You toss it on your bed and strip off your clothes, examining your body in the mirror before heading to the shower.

You luxuriate under the warm water, letting it run over your flesh as you lather yourself, your mind drifting aimlessly. Once finished you wrap a towel around yourself, and scamper back to your room, unwrapping the parcel and opening the box, giving a little gasp when you see the contents.

"Why Mr. Berridge!" you giggle to yourself, pulling the first item out of the box and holding it up. It's a short black satin dress trimmed with white lace, the classic French Maid costume. You hold it up against yourself and look in the mirror, noting that it will barely cover your ass. You giggle again, shaking your head, before dropping the dress on the bed and looking at what else the box contains.

There's a little white lace cap, a pair of frilly white panties, a black velvet choker, a pair of black stockings. a black garter belt, and an envelope. You open the envelope and read a short note from your landlord, requesting that you wear your highest pair of black heels, and reminding you that as per the employment contract, you are required to wear all elements of the uniform provided or be in violation of it. You shake your head and giggle again, amused and a little excited by the idea of dressing in costume.

You dry yourself off, misting a little perfume on your body, then tug the panties up your thighs. You have them halfway up before you stop with a gasp, realizing they're crotchless. You shake your head again, this time in annoyance, peeling them off and tossing them on the bed. Putting on a bit of a leg show is one thing, but you'll be damned if you're flashing your pussy to that man and his guests. You give a little indignant snort as you dig in a drawer for a pair of your own white panties.

You're about to put them on when you remember the note, and the reminder of the requirement to wear all elements of the uniform as provided. Hurriedly you find the contract, which has sat on your desk unread since the day you scanned and signed it. Reading it with attention for the first time you note a few disturbing phrases. One is the requirement to wear the uniform as provided, with absolutely no variations. Second is that you are to perform all duties required of you during the period of employment, regardless of the nature of the duty required. Third, and perhaps most alarming, is that the employer undertakes that "no actions will be taken by the employer or his agents that will result in permanent physical damage, scarring, or maiming of the employee."

You let the contract fall to your desk, staring at the uniform on the bed.

Oh God Lisa, you think, what have you got yourself into?