French Maid

I turned off the camera so I could have some time to decide what to put on. I had bought a few outfits today. I picked up a large white bag and brought it over to my bed. Inside was three boxes, two small and one large. I laid both out and felt a tingle run down to my pussy as I thought about what was inside.

After lifting the lid off the large box I carefully peeled back the crepe paper uncovering the outfit beneath. Inside was a classic maid's outfit of a black dress, white apron and cap. I ran my fingers over the cool black silk, then leaned over to let my nipples share in the indulgence of the material. I lifted it up in the air to examine my purchase, the dress was very short, cut very low in the front, the sleeves were long and it was pinched in at the waist, absolutely perfect. Both the apron and cap were made of cotton, lined with delicate white lace.

In another box was a black garterbelt beruffled with lace and bows of ribbon. The outfit was almost complete but I still needed a couple more final touches. I started looking through my dresser and closet, laying out on the bed panties and stockings.

I was still naked from my last session, I didn't want to ruin the outfit but I wanted to expose myself again as soon as I could.

"Oh well", I thought to myself, "I'm almost a whore..."

I picked up my wash cloth and poured some cold water onto it from my glass. I looked at myself in the mirror as I scrubbed away under my armpits and between my legs. My pussy was so damp rubbing the cloth against it wasn't helping at all so I had to stop, so much for the "whore's bath" idea. I lifted the cloth up to my nose to smell the scent of sex before tossing away and returning to my bed.

I slipped the garterbelt around my waist, it felt kind of weird, I never really wore anything this high up except for my thongs, but those were different. And it was just the side of the waist bands that reached this high anyway. I faced the mirror to adjust it, it looked fine so I guess I had to get used to it. Next was a pair of sheer black stockings that reached within an inch of my crotch. I loved the feeling of silk against my legs and the seam up the back made it feel so much naughtier. I grabbed my smallest pair of black panties, which were so fragile that they hid nothing. I drew them up my legs letting them rest on my bare mound. My juices were quickly absorbed, making my pussy lips stand out lewdly. I smiled at this sight. I snapped the tabs of the garter in place, my underwear was complete.

I stepped into the dress, pulling it on. I struggled to pull the zip up but I got there in the end. I looked at my self in the long mirror. The dress was long-sleeved. The neck was deeply scooped and had a boned bodice that supported the undersides of my breasts, thrusting them upwards to maximize ther size and shapeliness. It squeezed me so tight it hurt but pushed my breasts together to form a deep cleavage. The hem was very short, just concealing my crotch in front and leaving a glimpse of the curve of my ass cheeks exposed behind. I opened the last box, inside was a pair of black stilleto shoes, the heels were almost six inches and came down to a point. I slipped into the spiked heels and looked into the mirror again to adjust the little lace capand apron. The sight of my reflection was curiosly exciting, I felt hotter than I had been when I was thrusting the dildo deep inside myself.

Balancing precariously on the spiked heels I walked back to my computer. I almost fell over as I reached my chair, wondering to myself how I was going to manage before I realized I didn't care. It wasn't about me, it was about my fans. I took one last chance to adjust my cam before logging in once more...