If my day goes anything like my morning, it’s going to be a rough day.
I work a couple of times a week for an elderly couple as their maid.I start my day by bringing the Master coffee and an English muffin that the night lady has prepared and the Mistress gets tea and dry white toast.After I’ve set them on their tables in the reading room, I head back to the servant’s area to prepare my supplies for cleaning.The couple lives in a very big, older home.It has 2-stories and an attic space.It’s not a Victorian era home but it is very ornate just the same.It has lots and lots of dust catchers and plenty of windows to keep clean.
Well, I got up this morning and noticed I had spotted my baby doll nightie and the sheets.It must have been the rougher than normal love that Steven gave me last night.He both fingered my prostrate as well as pummeled my smooth-shaven brown eye with his endowment, more than once.That seems to be where my troubles all started!Although it was worth it since he milked my sack completely dry.It’ll be another 2 weeks or so before I spew my seed with him!
Emma Joneston, excuse me MISTRESS Joneston, is very old fashioned and expects the help to be as well.I and the other girls who work for her have a strict dress code and it is inspected and on more than one random check during the week.Black headband holding our hair out of our faces, white button-down blouse with no pockets, buttoned up, black or navy skirt PLAIN with no ornamentation whatsoever, taupe stockings and black mary jane type pumps.Mistress apparently never got the word 50 years ago that pantyhose are available because she demands stockings and a garter belt, girdle or all in one briefer for undergarments.Not underwear. Not lingerie. No we wear underGARMENTS.Panties are to be white with black to be worn if we’re menstruating; black stockings are also required for our time of the month.We are also required to wear slips.Either half or full, our choice!Master Joneston, (William who likes to be called Willie when the wife isn’t around) just loves that we wear skirts!
So back to what happened this morning.I got up and showered.I prepped my hair and make-up and lubed up a tampon to stick in my backdoor and pulled on some cotton panties.I added my garter belt, bra, forms, and stockings.Grabbed my blouse and skirt, threw on the shoes and coat and off I went.I parked beside the garage and went inside.
As soon as I hit the kitchen, there was Mistress Joneston.I didn’t realize I was late but looking at the clock on the wall, showed It was 4 minutes past 8, which is precisely when they (SHE) wants her tea.I hurriedly offered my apologies and gave an appropriate curtsey when she spun on her heel and stormed out of the room, demanding I follow her NOW!I wondered what her wrath would bring upon me later that day.I delivered the breakfast to them and gave my sincerest apologies to them again and stood as a child waiting to be dismissed.Master William waved his hand at me to leave all the while sneaking a grin and a wink, to let me know HE doesn’t have any issues.
At 8:15 I made my way back to the reading room to retrieve the dishes when Mistress Joneston bellowed at me wanting to know if I was now trying to hurry them through their day.She went on to say that “You being 4 minutes late, does NOT mean we end our breakfast 4 minutes early, in order for you to play catch up!”She sat there and glared at me, looking me up and down with a smirk, saying to leave and come back at the appropriate time.I did as I was told, I really am an obedient servant but then we all are.The Joneston’s have no family to speak of; their grown children never visit and only ever does one son, Robert call.Even with Mistress’s rants and tirades, we enjoy Master William and he makes sure we get an extra little bonus in our pay envelopes that Mistress doesn’t know about.
I sat at the kitchen table going over the grocery list and the proposed menu for the week when Mistress came in.For being in her upper 70s, and only about 5’6” she still commanded a powerful image.I promptly stood up, sliding my feet back into my shoes, which I had slipped off momentarily.I think this truly angered her.She had me come over to where she was.She was making sure I knew who the boss was by not coming the 7-8 feet over to the table.I stood in front of her ram-rod straight and I felt like I did when I was in the Army, before an irate drill sergeant.She gave me the evil eye while gazing at my stockings.They were black.She snapped at me, “are you expecting a little sympathy because you are having your menstrual period?”I meekly replied that no, I wasn’t.She reached out and grabbed a barely noticeable wisp of slip that was showing beneath the hem of my skirt.Again, she snapped “Leesa, you are just having a terrible day today are you not?”I started to stammer that it is beginning to look that way when she demanded “lower your skirt and slip.I want to make sure in your confused and addled brain, you have not forgotten the requirements for dress.”It was at this moment I wanted to just leave.I realized I had inadvertently pulled on WHITE panties and not black in my rush this morning.
Mistress just shook her head and asked “what am I to do with you today?”“I can send you home and have you decide, if you can dress properly tomorrow, when you can come back.Without pay of course, or I can have you continue your duties at ¼ pay.” I tried to explain that it was not on purpose that I didn’t follow the dress code, that it just happened but she dismissed me with a wave of her hand.I was admonished that the rest of the day, I had better be spot on…
