Preparation15:27 May 13 2008
Times Read: 1,132
Deals with Adult themes: Not for minors
Still somewhat inebriated from all that had been consumed the previous evening, Tina awoke slowly and with bleary eyes. The sun was pouring through a crack in the drapes. The bed had been vacated hours earlier and the duvet had been thrown to the floor due to the warmth of the room. Even the pretty nightie and stocking’s were gone. Now, the morning was here and there was so much to do.
Tina rose and stretched, already anticipating the first task of the day, even before going to the bathroom.
The note outside the door pronounced what to wear for the day. ‘But going nude to the door? It was terrifying, humiliating; intoxicating and somewhat exhilarating.’
Each morning, as Mistress slept, drapes closed firmly against the daylight, Tina studied the note that’d been left. This time it read: French maid.
Closing the door, Tina blushed and with heart beating fast, read the card.
‘Ah,’ the young brunette said, running manicured fingernails through styled hair.
The choice of the outfit was the least of any problems that might be endured. It was what it didn’t hide, as it were.
‘It’s skimpy’ and Tina knew it.
But there was so much to do. Furthermore, there were no guests expected back to the hotel suite till nightfall, “So a girl can get changes at her leisure.” Tina laughed.
Only five feet, with brown eyes, an olive complexion and slim figure, Mistress had owned her for almost a year now. Soon the contract would be up and dressing after a long bath, Tina wondered whether Mistress would renew it.
Drawing the stockings up recently shaven legs, the thoughts Tina had were of apprehension. The brunette didn’t want to return to life before meeting Mistress Jaknya. Tina didn’t want to think of that time, before they met.
It had started when the brunette had answered an advertisement, which had been hidden away in the personal section of The Echo: ‘Wanted: a very personal secretary, willing to be extremely adaptable. Year long contract – good pay, for the right person.’
Beneath had been a phone number, which had been phoned.
The interview, for that is how it seemed, went well and Tina had been invited to attend a second interview, at a prestigious hotel in town, at 21:00 hrs.
“Your potential employer wants to see you looking presentable. Wear heels and stockings …” the inquisitive interviewer had told her.
He had asked some very personal questions.
“Do you have a girlfriend, or boyfriend?”
“Do you have a preference, for either sex?”
“Are you willing to try new things… ?”
The questions had touched on every intimate detail of a life.
Yet, she had also been asked if she possessed any office skills, which Tina had found a little comforting, glad that the anonymity of the phone allowed the earlier questions to be asked at all.
‘Stockings and heels?’ Tina was into heels, but stockings? The brunette had not worn them since an ex Brian, had insisted she wear them.
Briefly, Tina grinned, the hovering was done; now to get the washing on the go…
Brian had liked soft light illuminating the scene, as he sat on the edge of his bed, Tina over his lap. He liked to look at the bared buttocks, pale and full, framed by the suspenders holding up fine, sheer stockings. Brian was aware of Tina’s arousal and revelled in hearing his hand fall upon flesh.
That memory had risen to the forefront of memory, as sheer stockings were drawn up freshly shaven legs, then fastened to the black suspenders, before an appraisal in the full-length mirror.
Then, when Tina had attended the interview, tottering through the tiled hotel foyer on four-inch heels, eyes had turned and the brunette smiled quietly, asserting feminine sexuality.
Tina had taken the lift two floors, and then knocked on the door she’d been told of.
“Come in,” a woman’s voice commanded: and, Tina had opened the door, and then cautiously entered the room.
The light in the room was dim, the only illumination was provided by two wall lamps. The woman was waiting for her in a winged black leather armchair and Tina walked forward and sat where the woman suggested, on a high-backed chair opposite.
Tina crossed nylon-clad legs, mirroring her interviewer, who smiled graciously and said, “I’m glad you could make it this evening.”
The woman’s voice was honey rich and had a trace of Middle American to it.
She’d been wearing a short-sleeved, ribbed woollen long grey dress, with long shiny black boots.
The woman’s face was intent, on my every move, as she’d asked her questions.
It’d been obvious that she’d been studying body language and Tina became very aware of it and began fidgeting with the hem of the skirt, which had only been worn once before.
Then the questions had begun and Tina had been totally upfront about every aspect of a full life, which had led to the interview, that led to the job, as personal assistant to Jaknya Forrester. It had been a role that filled for nearly a year now, during which time life changed completely.
It had taken years to become the young woman Tina had, yet that signed contract had led to another lifestyle change, as Mistress Jaknya encouraged Tina into the role of ‘familiar’, to a seductive vampire coven leader, a role that proved both interesting; and enjoyable, at times.
Last night was an example of both; first Tina had poured the bath, of blood, before the guests arrived, then readied the clothing she would wear once she felt rejuvenated enough to welcome them.
‘The evening had been a success, of course,’ Tina considered with a smile, recalling how once the guests had departed, Mistress had taken them both to her spacious bed and ridden Tina, with enthusiasm, for hours on end.
“Perhaps if she renews the contract, I’ll be able to finish my transition?” Tina mused.
COMMENTS
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Sinora
23:56 May 31 2008
Meh > when ya get to my age imagination is all that's left lmao.
Angelus
00:02 Jun 01 2008
..I'm older than you and I'm still good at being bad.
Sinora
00:06 Jun 01 2008
Yea, but I was real BAD when younger...kind of overtook ya old man lol