Things Settled into a New Routine

From that point on, the situation found a steady routine. Sandra and Paige now both knew each other. Frankly, I sometimes wished they knew each other a bit less well. Half the time it seemed like they were scheming together against me somehow. Paige continued her lackadaisical Master search. It seemed that she too was growing comfortable with the current pace of life. I didn't try to push her. If she was in no hurry to find a more permanent Master, I wasn't about to rush her.

Sandra started to visit my apartment every other day of the week after work. Once that barrier in our relationship had been crossed, there was no stopping her desire to come and go. Besides, might as I like to joke otherwise, I was always happy to see her there. She had that maid dress of hers stored with Paige's things in the supply room. Whenever she'd arrive, the first thing she'd do is excuse herself to the bathroom to change into it.

Most days we ate dinner together, joined in for movie or streaming watching together. Though, occasionally she'd drag me into some other activity. But, her frequent presence didn't mean the end of my alone time. If I had extra work to do, or was engrossed in an activity, she'd just spend the time with her new friend instead. Paige was still shy with her, but years of friendship meant I could pick up that little bit of energy in her voice when they spoke together.

The maid outfit was also not just for show. Paige made a habit of asking for Sandra's help preparing dinner. And my girlfriend would usually go and help her. She was, of course, still a terrible cook. But, that didn't stop her from sitting on the sidelines, helping with smaller tasks and listening to Paige explains her cooking choices.

Once or twice I teased her about her new found maid kink. But, Sandra was always light on toes, quick to attribute her outfit choices to my maid kink. I couldn't much deny it. Maids are cute.

Though, the maid dress would normally come off by the time bed called. Paige would be shuffled off to her alternative sleep arrangement and I would get a chance to enjoy whatever sexy underwear Sandra had picked out for the evening. And it turned out she had quite a selection.

About two weeks after she got the dress, Sandra gave me a shock. Once, I returned home from work, only to find Sandra in the doorway, in full maid regalia.

"Welcome home, Maître." She said playfully and gave me a curtsy.

"Maître?" I asked.

"It's Master in french, you uncultured oaf." She giggled. "I thought you'd know at least that much, what with your thing for maids."

"..." I squinted at her.

"Where's Paige, by the way?" I asked. She was the one who normally greeted me at the door. "And how did you even get here so fast? Aren't you still on your commute back from work?"

"No work today, I had a mandatory vacation day to use. So I decided to just come in a bit early. Paige was a good sport about it of course. She's back in bed reading a book. After all, I'm taking greeting duty from her."

I laughed and gave Sandra a kiss that she eagerly reciprocated.

Later that night, the three of us watched a movie together. I sat with Sandra on the couch while Paige knelt on a cushion that was positioned between us. Every so often, Sandra would reach down to pet Paige's long brunette hair. The slavegirl coo'd with delight at the touch. I smiled softly.

A routine so pleasant is very easy to get used too.

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