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09-18-2007, 6:29 PM
The Loft Bed
Part I
It started out like a typical weekend for us; I awoke early as sleeping leading up to Saturday was always difficult because the weekend was when I would serve my wife/mistress as a proper French maid. I was always very excited and anxious the night before and usually would wake up extra early to prepare myself and the apartment for the wonderful weekend being Mistress Jennifer’s maid. I began that Saturday morning, just like any other, with a shower and shave of my whole body. After my shower I began my dressage with my black bra, including false breasts and panties. The panties I had chosen for today was a silk thong, good for keeping my package in check. Next I placed the thigh-hi black fishnets on my now smooth legs. My custom tailored black silk French Maids outfit was next, followed by a puffy white petticoat and a white apron. Than the final touches, my matching collar, elbow length white gloves and of course my 5” black patent stiletto metal heeled pumps. This outfit always made me super horny, but I had work to do before waking Mistress Jennifer.
It was still pretty early, so I began some basic house work, work that wouldn’t wake Mistress Jennifer early, as that would not be a good start to the day. I took care of the dishes from the night before and cleaned up the kitchen and the living room, I knew Mistress Jennifer was having a guest today and things would have to be perfect before her arrival. If more of the house was clean, the more I would be able to provide proper servitude to Mistress Jennifer and her guest.
The house work didn’t feel like it took that long, but I looked up at the clock and it read 11am, time to wake Mistress Jennifer. I went into the bedroom very quietly and went over to Mistress Jennifer’s beautiful body lying naked in our loft bed. I started to softly kiss the soles of her feet, which slowly started to wake her. After a few minutes, Mistress Jennifer motioned me to kneel next to the bed. Our bed was at least 4 feet off the ground, usually needing a step-stool to get up or down. Today, I would be that step stool. I got on my hands and knees and waited patiently for Mistress Jennifer to step down on my back and off the bed. She took a little bit of time, maybe twenty minutes to fully get out of bed and step down on me, her step-stool.
“Wait for me in the living room,” quietly spoke Mistress Jennifer.
I did as I was told, kneeling by her seat. I had expected her to sit down, but after taking care of business, I heard the shower go on and Mistress Jennifer get in.
It certainly seemed like she was in the shower for a while, but I was so anxious and excited about the weekend to come, I hadn’t really noticed her now sitting in front of me.
“Are you just going to kneel there and stare or are you going to start massaging me,” spoke Mistress Jennifer.
“Yes, Mistress,” I noticed the moisturizing cream next to Mistress Jennifer on the table and proceeded to start massaging her, starting with her perfect size 7.5 feet. I spent quite a bit of time her feet before moving to her legs, than to her mid-section, before standing up and moving behind the couch to spend time on her back and shoulders.
“That will be enough Slut. Go prepare my breakfast, two eggs benedict with bacon. But first bring me a glass of mountain dew.”
“Yes Mistress Jennifer.” I did as I was told, bringing Mistress Jennifer her drink and kneeling before her trying not to make eye contact as I have been trained too. I headed back to the kitchen, teetering in my 5” heels. I had finished cooking her food and brought it to her on a tray and waited for her reaction.
“Very good Slut, go clean the dishes while I eat. If you’re lucky, I may even leave you some table scraps.”
With that, I stood up, and went to go clean the dishes. I was hoping Mistress Jennifer would leave me something to eat as I was quite hungry, but understood if she chose for me not to eat, which usually kept me on my toes and a bit more attentive.
When I returned, she handed me her plate to go clean. I was very happy that there was a little bit of food left, which I quickly ate before washing her plate.
“Slut, when you return, bring yourself one of the gallon jugs of water and come back and kneel next to me.”
Wondering what the gallon of water was for, I quickly returned and kneeled before Mistress Jennifer.
“Slut, as you know, my good friend Serena will be over today. We have been talking about some fun things to do with you today and expect that you will be on your very best behavior. The gallon of water is for you. You will not be eating much today, so I hope you enjoyed the table scraps I left you. I would feel bad if I left you with absolutely nothing, so you may drink as much of that gallon of water as you like. Serena will be here shortly, so I will be going to get dressed. I expect you to be in this very spot when I get back.”
With that Mistress Jennifer, left to go dress. I was still a little confused about the water, but took that time to drink some of the water, not knowing what chances I would have later in the day.
Part I
It started out like a typical weekend for us; I awoke early as sleeping leading up to Saturday was always difficult because the weekend was when I would serve my wife/mistress as a proper French maid. I was always very excited and anxious the night before and usually would wake up extra early to prepare myself and the apartment for the wonderful weekend being Mistress Jennifer’s maid. I began that Saturday morning, just like any other, with a shower and shave of my whole body. After my shower I began my dressage with my black bra, including false breasts and panties. The panties I had chosen for today was a silk thong, good for keeping my package in check. Next I placed the thigh-hi black fishnets on my now smooth legs. My custom tailored black silk French Maids outfit was next, followed by a puffy white petticoat and a white apron. Than the final touches, my matching collar, elbow length white gloves and of course my 5” black patent stiletto metal heeled pumps. This outfit always made me super horny, but I had work to do before waking Mistress Jennifer.
It was still pretty early, so I began some basic house work, work that wouldn’t wake Mistress Jennifer early, as that would not be a good start to the day. I took care of the dishes from the night before and cleaned up the kitchen and the living room, I knew Mistress Jennifer was having a guest today and things would have to be perfect before her arrival. If more of the house was clean, the more I would be able to provide proper servitude to Mistress Jennifer and her guest.
The house work didn’t feel like it took that long, but I looked up at the clock and it read 11am, time to wake Mistress Jennifer. I went into the bedroom very quietly and went over to Mistress Jennifer’s beautiful body lying naked in our loft bed. I started to softly kiss the soles of her feet, which slowly started to wake her. After a few minutes, Mistress Jennifer motioned me to kneel next to the bed. Our bed was at least 4 feet off the ground, usually needing a step-stool to get up or down. Today, I would be that step stool. I got on my hands and knees and waited patiently for Mistress Jennifer to step down on my back and off the bed. She took a little bit of time, maybe twenty minutes to fully get out of bed and step down on me, her step-stool.
“Wait for me in the living room,” quietly spoke Mistress Jennifer.
I did as I was told, kneeling by her seat. I had expected her to sit down, but after taking care of business, I heard the shower go on and Mistress Jennifer get in.
It certainly seemed like she was in the shower for a while, but I was so anxious and excited about the weekend to come, I hadn’t really noticed her now sitting in front of me.
“Are you just going to kneel there and stare or are you going to start massaging me,” spoke Mistress Jennifer.
“Yes, Mistress,” I noticed the moisturizing cream next to Mistress Jennifer on the table and proceeded to start massaging her, starting with her perfect size 7.5 feet. I spent quite a bit of time her feet before moving to her legs, than to her mid-section, before standing up and moving behind the couch to spend time on her back and shoulders.
“That will be enough Slut. Go prepare my breakfast, two eggs benedict with bacon. But first bring me a glass of mountain dew.”
“Yes Mistress Jennifer.” I did as I was told, bringing Mistress Jennifer her drink and kneeling before her trying not to make eye contact as I have been trained too. I headed back to the kitchen, teetering in my 5” heels. I had finished cooking her food and brought it to her on a tray and waited for her reaction.
“Very good Slut, go clean the dishes while I eat. If you’re lucky, I may even leave you some table scraps.”
With that, I stood up, and went to go clean the dishes. I was hoping Mistress Jennifer would leave me something to eat as I was quite hungry, but understood if she chose for me not to eat, which usually kept me on my toes and a bit more attentive.
When I returned, she handed me her plate to go clean. I was very happy that there was a little bit of food left, which I quickly ate before washing her plate.
“Slut, when you return, bring yourself one of the gallon jugs of water and come back and kneel next to me.”
Wondering what the gallon of water was for, I quickly returned and kneeled before Mistress Jennifer.
“Slut, as you know, my good friend Serena will be over today. We have been talking about some fun things to do with you today and expect that you will be on your very best behavior. The gallon of water is for you. You will not be eating much today, so I hope you enjoyed the table scraps I left you. I would feel bad if I left you with absolutely nothing, so you may drink as much of that gallon of water as you like. Serena will be here shortly, so I will be going to get dressed. I expect you to be in this very spot when I get back.”
With that Mistress Jennifer, left to go dress. I was still a little confused about the water, but took that time to drink some of the water, not knowing what chances I would have later in the day.