Servant play

Saturday morning started out nice and relaxing. Marcus was sitting on the couch, and Jennifer was behind him, massaging his shoulders. You chuckled to yourself at how Marcus had probably accepted his wife's new attitude so quickly because he was getting a lot of benefit from it, too.

Then Marcus's phone rang. He pulled it out and said, "Hello?" After a second he put it face down on the couch and turned to Jennifer. "It's work. They'd like me to come in and handle a problem, but I know I promised you that we'd spend the day together."

You jumped in. "You should definitely go. It will be good for your career."

Without even glancing at his wife again, Marcus picked the phone back up and said, "I'll be right there. No, I'm happy to come in!" Then he hung up and said, "Thanks for the advice, buddy. You always know what to do!"

He went to his room to change, and you took his spot on the couch. Jennifer immediately started massaging your back without you even having to ask. Marcus came back out in his work clothes and waved goodbye without even blinking at how his wife was massaging his friend's shoulders.

You enjoyed the feel of Jennifer's soft hands on your shoulders for a minute before you said, "You know, it's great that we're such good friends now." You said it conversationally, but it was still phrased as a command.

"Yes," said Jennifer with a smile. "I've really enjoyed your company a lot more lately."

"I'm sure. Ever since you started being more serving to me and Marcus, you've been in a much better mood."

"Well, I wouldn't put it that..." said Jennifer, still resisting a little. "Um, yeah, you're right. I'm in a good mood when I'm serving my men."

"I mean, it's obviously sexual. You've clearly got a huge servant fetish." You paused, but she didn't respond, and her hands stopped moving. "Isn't it nice that we're such good friends that we can talk about this stuff now?"

"Un huh," agreed Jennifer. Her hands started massaging your shoulders again. "But... it's not... exactly... a fetish."

"No, no, it is. You clearly want to be a servant very badly. The idea excites you."

A month earlier, she would have kicked you out for that. A couple weeks earlier, she would have resisted such a bold command. Now, she could barely resist at all. "The idea... excites me."

"Oh yeah, you get really hot thinking about being a servant. That's obvious. Well, it's obvious to me, since we're the kind of close friends who can talk about all their sexual kinks."

"Yeah, we're... close friends."

"Hey, I know what you should do! You should order one of those French Maid uniforms. That would be really hot! You and Marcus would both love that!"

"No..." said Jennifer in a weak voice as her hands stopped moving again. "No... that's too... too..."

"It's perfect! You love wearing hot outfits that make men happy. You love serving men. You'd feel fucking hot in a French Maid uniform. You should totally get one!"

"Yes," said Jennifer. She walked around to the front of the couch. "That's a really good idea. I'll go order one now."

She left the room and you let out a deep breath you'd been holding. This was working! She was actually doing it!

A minute later Jennifer came back in and sat down beside you. "Okay! I found a really sexy outfit in my measurements and ordered it. Marcus will think his birthday came early!"

"Yeah, he'll love it!" You smiled reassuringly. "Of course, you won't want to do anything with him and it sexually."

She looked confused. "Why not? Isn't that the point?"

"Oh no," you said. "The point of the French Maid fantasy is that the maid wants to have sex with her boss. That's an affair, not a wholesome relationship like what you have with your husband. You're going to love wearing that outfit, but you won't want to use it for sex with your husband."

"I... I won't?"

"No, a French Maid has sex with her boss. You can't think of your husband as your boss, right? That would be demeaning. A boss is someone who you serve who is not your husband. You'll get really hot in it, but you'll be thinking about sex with someone you serve who isn't your husband."

"Oh. Okay," said Jennifer, looking very confused.

"Hey, I'm feeling a bit thirsty. Go get me a beer."

"Oh, of course!" Jennifer hopped up and ran to the kitchen to get you a can of beer.

You spent the rest of the day working on Jennifer. Again and again you gave commands implying that she should be fantasizing about herself in the outfit with you, not her husband. You made sure that being a French Maid and trying to seduce her "boss", a man she served but wasn't married to, was the hottest fantasy she'd ever had and the only one currently on her mind. You talked about how being a maid was a full time job, and a very exciting, sexy one.

By the time the uniform came, you were sure it was going to be incredible.