New job as Mrs Hammonds maid story

God, how she wished that money wasn't so tight nowadays! She would have liked to have spent a few more weeks looking for work. She was good at office and computer work but there were so few openings at the moment. Almost in desperation she had applied for a few less-academic positions. Most prospective employers automatically dismissed her as being over-qualified but the neat, hand-written letter that she held in her hand did not. The letter invited her to an immediate interview for a position as a lady's maid. In a short job-description it stated that her ability to think and learn would be an advantage and that wages would reflect this. Andrea had never thought of herself in such a position. Still, work was money.

Having a couple of hours before she had to go Andrea decided to spend some time getting ready to look her best. She ran a bath and lay in it for a long while, allowing the warm water to relax her and the bath oil to soak into her skin. She ran her hands over her firm body, her fingers sliding silkily as the oil lubricated her movements. Her hands glided over her neck, massaging tense muscles, then moved gradually over her full breasts, tummy and thighs. Moving back they eased the oiled water through the soft down of her pubic hair and she smiled as her fingers slid against the lips of her pussy. She lay back, enjoying the warm and sensual feelings but then, determined to focus on the task ahead, she reluctantly stepped from the bath.

Dried and perfumed she considered her wardrobe options. After some thought she settled for practical but demure; white, brief panties and matching seamless bra, skin-coloured tights and a black, square-cut dress that loosely hugged her lithe body and stopped halfway down her thighs. She looked at herself in the mirror, noting that her cleavage was evident, formed by her 36C breasts, but not too prominent. A small gold chain around her neck and open-toed shoes with two-inch heels and fine straps completed the ensemble. Checking that her shoulder-length black hair was tidy she glanced at her watch; she was ready and it was time to go.

The journey took about half an hour and she watched as flats turned into suburban houses which, in turn, gave way to hedgerows and secluded, detached properties. Reaching her destination she sat for a moment, a little awed by the large, ornate gates ahead of her and the driveway, lined by trees that meandered out of view beyond. She had pulled up by a security intercom and, pressing this, was asked her name and she watched as the gates swung silently open. Slowly she drove the car up the long driveway, catching glimpses of vast lawns and flower-beds beyond the trees. She parked to the side of a large house and stepped out to admire the well-tended gardens bordered by high hedges. She mused that her prospective employer must be well off and enjoyed a secluded existence.

The door was answered by a woman who seemed in her mid forties. She was dressed in a dress with the top cut like a bodice and the skirt of fine material ending in an irregular hem above her ankles. Her black hair was long and flowing and her face a little stern and diffident. Andrea smiled to herself as thoughts of the film character Elvira entered her head. Glamorous yet severe was the description that came to mind.

Andrea smiled. "I'm here to see Mrs Hammond," she said, "about a job?"

The woman's face softened. "That's Miss Hammond actually." she said with a small smile. "That's me."

Andrea was surprised, "I expected a housekeeper or butler to open the door." she explained.

"Oh, I only keep a very minimum of staff just to help out." she replied, "I don't like to be surrounded by too many people. Come on in and we'll talk. You're Andrea of course; that was me on the security intercom but I'm sure it makes me sound like a Dalek!"

Andrea smiled and followed her into a large sitting room.

"Coffee?" questioned the woman. A tray holding a silver set was already prepared for two. "The benefits of a long driveway;" She explained seeing Andrea's surprise. "I can have the kettle boiled by the time you've driven up! Would you pour for us?" She sat on a sofa next to the coffee table holding the service.

She watched as Andrea bent at the waist to pour the coffee. "A test!" she thought and tried not to spill a drop. She could feel the woman's eyes on her and assumed that they were judging her ability to serve. In fact Ms Hammond's eyes were travelling up the length of Andrea's legs and appreciating the round curves of her bottom as she bent.

"Milk and sugar?" asked Andrea, glancing up to see the older woman's admiring look. Ms Hammond drew her eyes slowly away from Andrea's bum. She smiled, unabashed.

"Black. Thank you." she replied and held out a graceful hand for a cup. Her arm was extended very little and Andrea had to deliver the cup, understanding that the movement let her know her place. She decided to play the part, knowing that it was this that may land her the position that she needed. "May I sit?" she asked.

"Of course, my Dear...please, sit beside me."

Andrea moved and sat on the long sofa. She faced her prospective employer with knees together and hands gently clasped on her lap. For a while they talked about Andrea's experience and her reasons for wanting the position. Ms Hammond nodded sagely, understanding the young woman's need for work and admiring the sacrifice of pride that had brought her here. They also talked about the details of the position and Andrea came to understand that her prospective employer needed not a housekeeper but a personal aide; dresser, manicurist, secretary, confidante and companion. At least it would be a job with variety!

After more than half an hour, coffee finished, Andrea felt a little easier in the woman's presence; she seemed a nice lady, gentle but firm and Andrea felt she would have no trouble working for her.

"Andrea," began Ms Hammond, " you seem very able and we seem to get along well. I would like to offer you this position..." Andrea smiled thankfully, "...and there are many benefits, but there are also certain conditions." She paused, waiting for her words to sink in and then resumed, "The position is well paid but it is also a live-in one; I do not need a maid who works from 9 until 5 and then rushes off to boyfriend and children." She smiled, knowing from their conversations that Andrea had neither at present. "I would think that this may suit you; you have no ties and I would suggest that living here would allow you to give up your flat in town and so would be an extra financial advantage as you would have to pay no rent."

Andrea's thoughts tumbled amongst feelings of sadness from having to let go the little flat that she rented in town to thoughts of the extra money that such a situation could bring.

Ms Hammond continued, "You would be required to be at my call seven days a week but " she added quickly seeing the look in Andrea's face, "I guarantee that your work will not occupy you for more than a few hours each day. I require companionship as well as the work to be done but would hope that that particular need will be one of mutual satisfaction." Andrea smiled back at her as she felt that they would get along very well. She liked this woman's firm and direct manner and she seemed to want a friend as much as a servant.

"Thank you Ms Hammond," replied Andrea, "the position sounds fine and I would love to take it if you are offering it to me." She looked hopefully at the older woman, seeing the sun glint in her dark eyes and on her moist, deep red lips. It wasn't until then that she realised how good looking her new employer was.

"One more thing." The stern tone in Ms Hammond's voice made Andrea glance up quickly. "If you take the position it will be for one, full year, you will be trained into the position by myself and..." she paused and stared hard at the other woman, "..you will always, always, call me 'Mistress'."

Money, rent free and a lady, whom she already liked, to work for. The addition of the title was neither undeserved nor inadequate. Andrea did not hesitate.

"Thank you Mistress." She replied, "I accept."

They shook hands and the deal was struck.

A few hours later Andrea was back at the flat with her suitcase lying open on the bed. Ms Hammond had said that a uniform would be provided so Andrea was choosing a few items of casual and night-wear, underwear and anything else that she felt she may need. They had discussed the logistics of moving from the flat and had decided that Andrea should bring the essentials for a week or two and, in that time, arrangements would be made to clear the flat and store the items in one of the many outhouses on Ms Hammond's property. Andrea's new Mistress had a number of contacts and seemed more than happy to arrange for the collection of her employee's belongings. The more Andrea thought over the situation the luckier she felt that had found such a considerate employer.

With her final haul of suitcase and sports bag she headed for the door. She had already packed another case and bag in the car. She stopped before leaving, looking around at her home. She felt sad to leave but excited at what would be a new and interesting challenge. Her heart was heavy with emotion; her home was her security and she loved the freedom that it allowed her. The choices of when she could get up, go to bed, what to watch on TV and what to eat. She loved the way the sun shone into her bedroom in the mornings and the way she could watch it go down from the lounge in the evenings. The colours and choice of furniture were hers and the flat stood for independence and self-expression. She felt a tear trickle down her cheek. She knew she would see it again, but only to pack a few more things or to direct the removal people. It felt like goodbye.

There was, however, another side to her emotion. Always one to seek opportunity she had, in the last few hours, felt more and more grateful to Ms Hammond. She saw her new employer as someone who seemed to care about her new charge. She seemed conscious of Andrea's feelings of leaving her flat, of how she had driven herself to the new challenge of this particular job, of her need to meet that challenge now that the decision had been made. They had talked of when Andrea would start and it was Ms Hammond who had suggested that Andrea should move in immediately. They were both aware of how Andrea would have to face the pain of parting from her known surroundings. Andrea was grateful for the direction and esteem for her Mistress was raised even higher. Her Mistress had become her lifeline and strength at this time and she vowed to herself to work as hard as she could not to disappoint the consideration that had been proffered.

As she gave her flat one last look she espied a small, metal case at the bottom of her wardrobe. A present from her sister and little used it occurred to her that the manicure set would be useful for the execution of her new duties. The case had many tools and bottles of nail-polish in many colours. A professional kit that she could put to good use for her Mistress. It would also be a kind of "thank you", a small thought that she could use to show her gratitude for her Mistresses' kindness. She moved away from the door and picked up the case. Then, suitcase in one hand, manicure case in the other and bag over her shoulder she locked the door behind her. Tears for the past still slipped down her cheeks but her smile was for the future.

She arrived back at the mansion as dusk was falling and, stepping from the car, she paused to watch the sun sink in a glorious wave of reds and oranges behind the hedgerows bordering the property. She turned as she heard footsteps approach and then a hand laid gently on her shoulder. "Beautiful isn't it?" Ms Hammond's question was answered by a nod and whispered "Yes, Mistress." as the sunset sparkled from the tear in Andrea's eye.

Ms Hammond smiled at Andrea and drew her towards her. Andrea felt herself in a strong hug against her Mistresses' body and she rested her head on the woman's shoulder as tears coursed down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry, Mistress." She said, feeling embarrassed by her fragility in this new situation.

"Please, my dear, don't worry." Replied Ms Hammond. "I'm sure all will be fine. It's just a very sudden and very hard break. After all, I've just enticed you to change the whole of your life in less than twelve hours! I think a few tears can be expected!" She smiled down at her new maid, understanding her fragility and enjoying the comfort that she could give. Even in this moment of tenderness though, the older woman was aware of the firm figure that she held against her, relished the ability that she had to nurture and define the lost soul. The attraction to Andrea was physical as well as mental and, in a way, though feeling sorry for the young woman, she was pleased as she felt that, with a little care and attention, she could use this to help her employee develop. Andrea, at the same time, was so glad to be held and comforted. She felt safe in her Mistresses' arms and it felt good to be pressed against her body. Fleetingly Andrea's thoughts assimilated the comfort of a mother and the care of a lover in her new employer but then, embarrassed by the random thought, she pulled away. Andrea smiled and wiped her eyes.

"I promise I shall be as right as rain as soon as I start work." She smiled. "I don't normally go to pieces when I start a new job!" They both laughed and then, despite Andrea's insistence that she should take the bags inside, they carried the suitcases into the house. Ms Hammond led the way and Andrea admired the way that her Mistresses' dress tightened against her buttocks as she climbed the stairs ahead of her. She noticed the elegant stretch of leg, perfectly balanced atop thin, high heels. "An elegant lady." Thought Andrea and determined that, as her maid, she should aim towards such perfect deportment. As she followed her Mistress along a hallway Andrea reflected on the lines of Ms Hammond's body, remembering how they felt when she was held against them. The thoughts were good ones and she wondered if her new employer had felt the same way about her. She dismissed the thought from her head. She had had several relationships with girls, preferring the sensitivity of their personalities and the softness of their bodies to those of men and so was unsurprised at her reaction to her new employer. She, was, however, very conscious of her position and, even more so, the need to keep it and fulfil her contract. She decided that anything other than a professional thought must be kept as fantasies to play with only when she was alone in bed.

They reached the room that Ms Hammond had designated to Andrea. "Your room is right next to mine." Her Mistress said. "It is so much easier if I require anything. There is a connecting door but that is for your convenience to reach me and not so that I can barge in with demands for a manicure in the middle of the night!" She smiled at Andrea who smiled back at the obviously extreme example.

As her Mistress walked around the room Andrea's eyes took in her elegant surroundings. The brightly patterned wallpaper, the two large windows, plush, velvet curtains tied back each side of each window. There were many draws in the dresser for her things, built in wardrobes with antique-pine doors. A full length mirror in the corner and a king-size double bed with a frame to match the other wooden furnishings in the room. She had expected a small room, just enough to be comfortable in and she said so to her employer.

"Well, there are many spare rooms in the house. Even this isn't the largest." Ms Hammond replied. "This used to be the guest-room but, due to the work, I thought this the best one for you. I do hope it will be alright?" The question was a little anxious, worried that her choice would not have suited the girl.

"Oh! Yes! Absolutely. I'm sorry, I was just a little over-awed. It's so unusual to find that, as an employee, I'm being so well taken care of. I guess I felt that the situation would so much "Them" and "Us". I feel like a guest rather than a servant."

"In my view that's a very out-dated idea of management." Explained Ms Hammond. "Everyone has their place in the scheme of things but I think that the happier people are then the more you will get out of them. Bear in mind that my motive has been quite selfish; I wanted you close so you are right next door. The room was free so the benefit is all mine. The only thing I needed to do was to ask Stephanie, my housekeeper, to make up the bed. You see, my dear," Ms Hammond smiled, "you are so pleased with your surroundings that your feelings to do the best job that you can for me are further enhanced. I have you at my beck and call all the time, exactly as I require. So I win on all counts!" Her smile was wide and brightened the fine features of her face. A rush of warmth flooded through Andrea and she again suppressed the physical attraction as it mixed with gratitude at her Mistresses' logic.

"Now, Andrea." Her Mistresses' voice took on a tone of command. "Your uniforms will be fitted tomorrow. I have a dressmaker who will have your size but I do insist on smartness and so they will be tailored if required. The uniforms will be ready tomorrow afternoon so that they can be worn from the day after. You will have a clean uniform for each day, one for each evening and a number of spares. Should your uniforms become marked during the day then you will change into a clean one. You will wear the uniform at all times whilst you are in the house or grounds unless otherwise instructed. Tomorrow, whilst not in uniform, I will expect smart dress." Ms Hammond paused to eye Andrea's cases. "In fact," She continued, "I should like to choose something that I consider appropriate for this evening and tomorrow once you have unpacked. Is this clear?" Her instructions, although direct, were not delivered with any abrasiveness, merely with an undisputable edge that would accept no question. It was the voice of authority that Andrea was beginning to learn and accept.

"Yes Mistress." Andrea replied, "May I ask about times when I will be required and meal-times?"

"Of course, Andrea." Ms Hammond replied, " I have, in fact, made some notes giving that information and further instructions that you should read later on." She pointed to a manila folder atop the dressing table. "For now, though, perhaps you could unpack. Dinner will be served at eight. Please come and find me at around 7.30 so that I can select some clothes for you. I shall be in the drawing room where we had coffee this morning. It's about 7pm now, does that give you enough time?"

"Yes, thank you, Mistress." Replied Andrea, "Anything that I haven't unpacked I can always finish later on."

"Excellent." Her Mistress replied, "I shall see you shortly then." She moved towards the door but, before leaving, she turned to Andrea. "I am very pleased that you are here, Andrea." She spoke softly and gently. "I think you will do very well and I do hope that your time here will be enjoyable and satisfying. Don't ever forget that employment is a mutually rewarding agreement and I hope that it will benefit you as well as benefit me." She smiled and turned to leave again but then, once again, turned back as she heard her maid's voice.

"Mistress?" She called, emotion making her voice catch again. Her head was a little lowered as though addressing a spot in front of the older woman, "Mistress. I was very unsure about applying for this job but you have made me so welcome and comfortable. I couldn't feel any happier about being here. I will try so, so hard to be exactly what you require me to be. And," She added, looking her Mistress in the eye, "I shall be very happy to try. This morning I needed this job. Now, I really want it."

Her Mistress eyed the girl, accepting the gratefulness and the sincerity in her voice with pleasure. Her maid seemed then like a lost child who has had her hand held and been given a first, guiding touch. Ms Hammond relished the emotion and realised the potential in her maid. She smiled a comforting smile to her maid and nodded. "Find me at 7.30." She said, and closed the door behind her.

As she descended the staircase she wondered at her choice of maid. The girl was intelligent and thoughtful, something very much required, but she was also beautiful. The Mistress remembered the sight of her body as she had poured coffee, the feel of it as she pulled the girl to her. She relished the excitement of being able to control her employee, to watch and feast on the maid's reaction. The power was a drug, sexual in its intensity and abandoned in the limits to which it could reach. The fact that she was also excited by the girl herself just added another perspective to an already wonderful picture. Reaching the drawing room she sat, gazing through a window but seeing nothing except her new employee, dressed in her uniform, attending to her needs. Her thoughts were not restricted by conditions and agreements and normal limits and so they pictured her maid bathing her Mistress. Gently soaping shoulders, breasts, pussy and legs. Her nipples hardened as her imagination made her feel soft hands playing with her nipples and sliding, teasing along the wet lips of her excited pussy. She saw her maid lower her head and a tongue gently caressing the hard bud of her clitoris and then, then the tongue slid inside her, hands pushing her legs wider to enable that gentle tongue to explore the depths of her aching sex, bring her closer and closer to the wonderful orgasm that she knew would be offered and accepted as her right.

"Mistress?" Her reverie was interrupted by a quiet voice.

"Andrea." Ms Hammond replied, immediately shirking the fantasy. "Did you want something?"

"I have unpacked. You said you wanted to select some evening clothes." Andrea replied.

Ms Hammond inwardly congratulated her maid at following the instruction but outwardly she accepted it with a nod. "Good. Come then my dear. Let's go and find something suitable." As she stood she noticed the dampness between her legs, enjoying the sensation that her daydream had caused. This time she let Andrea lead the way, enjoying the sight of her long legs ascending the staircase before her. Her eyes travelled slowly up the girl's legs, admiring the firm calves and glimpses of thigh that she was able to steal. Reaching the hem of Andrea's dress her gaze took in the firm cheeks of her maid's arse as the dress clung to each in turn. The dampness between Ms Hammond's legs grew to an ache as she lusted after the girl's body.

It was with regret that Ms Hammond followed Andrea onto the landing for now her maid's dress clung less. The girl's elegant walk, however, was still something to be appreciated and the Mistresses' eyes took in every small movement that the young lady made.

They entered the bedroom and, as Andrea stepped aside, Ms Hammond noted the orderly way that she had arranged the empty cases. Andrea moved over to the wardrobes, opening one door to show her employer. Ms Hammond trailed her hand lightly amongst the clothes, quickly dismissing any bright fabrics and dwelling longer on the dark, and especially black, garments. After a few minutes she took a pair of hangers from the wardrobe each holding a black dress. The first was a gown of fine fabric. One, Andrea knew, that clung to her figure and flowed with her as she walked. The shoulders of the dress were conservative and the neck was cut high. The Mistress knew that this was not the dress that she wished Andrea to wear but the temptation of having her maid change twice was too much to ignore. The second dress was short, off the shoulder and low cut. The material was fine, almost transparent. The skirt, having little flair, was slit at each side to allow movement.

"Try this." Ms Hammond handed the gown to her maid.

"Yes Mistress." Replied Andrea. "Shall I call you when I have it on?"

The question was replied with a statement that would brook no further query. "I shall sit here in case this one doesn't suit. I suppose I could always help to do you up as well."

Ms Hammond sat on the edge of the bed. She saw the question in her maid's face and hoped that the girl would be able to accept the response that had been given. Ms Hammond knew that she must be a little shy but needed to break down such barriers, and the ability to question, in her maid.

In fact, Andrea's response had been one of shyness but also one of embarrassment. The memories of how she was held against Ms Hammond's body, and the feelings they incited, had returned as she was hanging up her clothes. She seemed not to be able to banish the thoughts and knew how her body was reacting to them. Keeping her back to her Mistress the girl slipped off her shoes, unzipped the back of her dress and let it fall at her ankles. She bent, aware of the tidiness that Ms Hammond expected, and picked up the dress. As she did so her Mistress admired the firm buttocks stretching against the white fabric of her panties. How she would like to pull them down, exposing the sweet, white flesh to her touch or, perhaps, to punishment. In a second her imagination had grasped and fondled each globe of the girl's ass, squeezed it, inflicting a little pain and enticing a little pleasure, before slapping it once and ordering her maid to dress again.

The Mistresses' thoughts were focused again by the girl as she turned. The gown lay on the bed next to Ms Hammond and, though Andrea had tried to hide this side from her employer, she had no choice in order to reach the dress. Ms Hammond stared blatantly, enraptured by the sight of two hard nipples pushing out against Andrea's bra. Her pussy clamoured for attention as she felt the wetness grow with her excitement at the girl's had a lovely body, knowing that it could only be her presence that had made it that way. The Mistress smiled, looking directly into her maid's eyes.

"I'm so sorry my dear. I didn't realise it was so cold in here. I must remember to adjust the thermostat."

"Er...yes...I..." The girl's embarrassment allowed no sentence to be formed and her Mistress played on her advantage.

"Now." She said, businesslike. "The gown I think. Let me help." She stood, placing the gown over Andrea's head and gathering it to take each arm. "Stand still, my Dear. I shall have to do the work for the moment!" She smoothed the fabric over Andrea's body, taking care to remove creases and straighten lines. Each motion, she knew, was a touch of excitement to the girl, and a touch of power to herself. Fastening the catches on the bodice she came around to face Andrea. She stood, critical, taking her time to admire the dress as it moulded itself around the girl's upper body. She made Andrea wait, wanting her to know that her Mistress was not just being critical, but taking pleasure from the sight of the lithe form before her.

A final look, dwelling on the girl's ample breasts, their nipples still prominent even through the dress. "No." She said. "Far too formal and definitely not for a maid in service. I would like something pretty and understated. The other one I think. Turn around please, my Dear."

"Yes, Mistress." The command was obeyed and Ms Hammond noted the lowered tone and easy compliance. From behind she undid the catches on Andrea's dress and, grasping the hem, started to slide it up the girl's body. Andrea held her arms up to aid her Mistress, understanding that Ms Hammond had control of the situation and, in truth, she was happy for that to be the way. As Ms Hammond reached the girl's waist her hand moved under the front of the dress, as though to ease the garment over Andrea's breasts. As she did so her hands slid against the firm orbs, grazing each hard nipple jutting through the smooth bra, as she the dress was raised. Andrea caught her breath, glad that her face was momentarily covered by the dress as it was pulled over her head. The touch on her breasts was like an electric shock, sudden, sharp but intoxicating.

Ms Hammond acted as though her touch was neither deliberate nor noticed but, inside, her mind raced, reliving the pleasure of that fleeting contact. "Now, Andrea, try this one on please." She took the shorter dress from the hanger and then stopped. "Oh no, that won't do!" She exclaimed. "You're underwear is white and will show through badly through this material. Where have you placed your clean underwear?"

"Mistress?" Questioned the girl, surprised by the request.

"Your underwear. Which draw have you put it in? I do not expect to repeat myself!"

The abruptness of the statement shocked the Maid into stepping to the dresser and opening it to reveal a neat selection of lingerie.

"Here, Mistress. Sorry, Mistress." Andrea's head bowed in deference to her employer.

Ms Hammond nodded, accepting the apology. After a moment of consideration she chose a pair of black satin briefs, matching strapless bra and sheer, black hold-up stockings. "Put these on please, my Dear." She handed the garments to Andrea as the girl blushed crimson in anticipation of her task. The thought of exposing herself so intimately to her new employer embarrassed her. Fearing a further displeasure, though, at such an early stage in their relationship, allowed Andrea to ignore her worries and she turned away from Ms Hammond in order to undress and don the chosen underwear.

"Andrea!" The Maid's head turned at the sharp utterance. "Andrea, I understand that you are not fully conversant with what is expected of you. In view of this I am willing to make allowances and this breach of requirement will therefore be ignored. However, " Her voice took on a sterner and more forceful tone, "you will at no time turn your back on me unless specifically required in the execution of your duties." The Mistress paused to let her words sink in. "Is that clear?"

Her Maid's voice was strained. Andrea felt daunted by the dominance portrayed in her employer's voice. "Yes, Mistress." She acknowledged. Turning quickly she felt indignant at being chided like a misbehaved schoolchild. She was about to object at the way she had been spoken to when she realised that this job was unlike those she was used to. Perhaps she ought to accept the rebuke and the way that it was delivered in a manner befitting her position. She lowered her head, looking to a point in front of Ms Hammond's feet, attempting to convey her submission.

Andrea stood for a moment to allow Ms Hammond to see her respectful action before raising her hands behind her back and unclipping her bra. Freed of their restraints her breasts swung forward a little as Andrea shrugged off the shoulder straps. She could feel her nipples standing firm, her body excited by her state of undress and the nearness of her Mistress. Her thoughts were a confusion of embarrassment and arousal; half-naked in front of a woman she hardly knew who had stirred wanton, sexual thoughts in her head. She glanced up briefly at her employer and with surprise registered the distant look in the other woman's eyes. Ms Hammonds red lips were parted slightly and her gaze riveted on Andrea's half naked body.

Suddenly aware of the sexual attraction that she had engendered the Maid turned a little more, not impeding her employer's view but enhancing it with a view of her pert ass. Not normally an exhibitionist the heat of arousal that seemed to infuse Andrea urged her to feed Ms Hammond's blatant voyeurism. Bending at the hip the girl discarded her tights and then, slowly, her hands slid under the sides of her briefs. Bending again at the hip, blatantly pushing her ass out, she slid the underwear unhurriedly down her long legs.

Ms Hammond watched as her Maid dressed again, this time in the black underwear. She watched every slow inch as panties were drawn up over feet, calves and thighs to cover the soft thatch of pubic hair nestling at the top of the girl's legs. The tightness of the material clung reverently to her Maid's full, round buttocks and outlined the lips of her pussy. The sight was powerful and erotic and the heat in Ms Hammond's own pussy was raging. The need to touch and play with this picture of sexuality was as great as the need to touch her own pussy; to slide fingers inside its wet depths, to use her thumb to engorge and stimulate her clit, to use her hands to maul her own hard nipples and heaving breasts and bring herself to a frenzied climax.

But Ms Hammond, always in control, did neither. Tantalised by the way her Maid had put on the lingerie, frustrated by the unquenched fire deep inside her pussy, Ms Hammond passed the remaining shimmer of material for Andrea to put on. Desire would have cleared the edge from the Mistresses' voice had not she been so aware of the position that she needed to maintain.

"Andrea." She said. "Once you have finished dressing please follow me to the dining room. Dinner should be ready now. No more than five minutes please." Without looking back she exited the room, urging her heart to rest its constant pounding. Thoughts of the girl's body, her full breasts, her bottom ripe for punishment and lips so ready to service filled Ms Hammond's mind. Every thought of her Maid's labia outlined in the soft fabric, of nipples that jutted out and begged for attention brought fresh waves of desire in the woman's body. She felt the heat in her face and the wetness between her legs as she descended the staircase.

Ms Hammond entered the dining room taking note of the two settings immaculately placed on the long mahogany table. She walked to one of the many tall windows overlooking the grounds and surveyed the trim lawns whilst her mind still dwelt on her new Maid's undressed form. She turned to see Andrea walk into the room. The girl's short dress exposed a deep cleavage and a sliver of thigh. The material clung like a second skin to the upper part of her body. Her Mistress eyed the girl, wondering if she was aware of the sexuality exuded by her body and its frail apparel.

"Come, my Dear." Her Mistress pulled a chair away from the side of the table. "Please be seated." Andrea moved towards her, her legs escaping from the slits down each side of the dress as she walked. The movement showed the whole of the girl's leg and a length of thigh atop the sheer black stockings. She wanted this girl so much, kneeling before her, head bowed, those gorgeous thighs emerging from the sides of the dress.

Andrea's eyes did not meet hers, assuming that subservience was required. The thin material of the dress brushed her skin in feather touches as she walked. She felt the eyes that followed her movements and was conscious of how much could be seen of her legs and ample breasts. Her cheeks were a little flushed, excited by knowing that the contours of her body were open to her Mistresses' long inspection. She sat in the proffered chair, upright, legs together, hands on lap.

"Such a gorgeous creature." Mused Ms Hammond as she sat in her place at the head of the table.

They talked for a few minutes, Ms Hammond dominating the conversation with details of Andrea's duties but with her Maid asking appropriate questions. In time a woman entered the room. Petite and with blonde hair that reached to her shoulders she wore a Maid's uniform and pushed a trolley before her laden with covered dishes.

"Ah, Stephanie." Ms Hammond smiled at the newcomer. "Stephanie, this is Andrea. She is my new maid. Andrea, this is Stephanie my cook and housekeeper."

Stephanie smiled warmly across at the girl. "Pleased to meet you, Andrea." She said. "I hope you will be very happy here."

Andrea returned the smile. "I'm sure I will. But it may be a struggle to learn all the duties that Ms Hammond has been setting me."

"Oh, I'm sure you'll be fine. Just don't make too many mistakes otherwise you'll have to face the consequences!" The cook smiled broadly and it seemed to Andrea that her Mistress was trying not to laugh. Andrea smiled too, unsure as to the joke.

"Now, Stephanie, don't scare the child. Would you serve, please?"

"Certainly, Mistress." The cook began to take the metal covers from the dishes speaking as she did so. "Dover sole, sauté potatoes and a choice of vegetables as you requested, Mistress." Walking around the table she placed a plate of fish in front of each of them and then offered the vegetables. Andrea watched as the curvaceous lady placed spoonfuls of food on the plates. As she leaned over Andrea the girl could smell Stephanie's light perfume and was treated to a glimpse of the top of her large breasts in the low cut dress.

"Will that be enough, Andrea?" She asked. The question drew the maid's stare and she smiled.

"Yes, thank you. It all looks delicious."

"Thank you. I hope you will enjoy it all." The cook's smile and laughing eyes had returned and Andrea was sure of the double entendre that had passed between them. Stephanie took a bottle of uncorked white wine from the trolley, poured into the glasses of the two women at the table and then placed it in an ice bucket.

"Will that be all, Mistress?" She enquired.

"Yes. Thank you, Stephanie."

"My pleasure, Mistress. Goodnight to you both." They both said goodnight and Andrea followed her with her eyes until she had left the room. Her mind was imprinted with the thought of the cook's body, it's curves accentuated by the tailored fit of the uniform. She could only admire the way that the shape of Stephanie's bottom could be seen, brushing against the black material as she walked.

"She's very lovely isn't she?" Her Mistresses' question regained her attention.

"Yes, Mistress she is. I do like her uniform. Someone must have taken a lot of care to fit it so well."

"The same lady who will fit yours tomorrow, my Dear. She is an excellent seamstress and I do like my staff to look their best. It makes wearing the uniform more of a pleasure and conveys the right impression. Now, you must be hungry so please eat."

They ate amid easy conversation and glasses of wine. The dinner was excellent and more than once Andrea paid compliment to the absent Stephanie. She was told that, once dinner was served, Stephanie's duties ended for the day.

"However," Ms Hammond added at one point, "I'm sure you will see a lot of Stephanie when you both have some free time. You both have lovely, warm personalities and no doubt you will become good friends." Had she been able to see Andrea's thoughts then she would have realised that "good friends" was the very least of her maid's desires.

Fuelled by her earlier arousal in front of her Mistress and by the light wine clouding her mind, Andrea's thoughts were of Stephanie's breasts, the shape of her bottom and the smell of her light perfume. Attempting a normal outward appearance, visions of Stephanie coursed through her head. She imagined herself slipping the cook's dress from her shoulders to feel their soft breasts and hard nipples pushed together as they embraced. She felt the feel of Stephanie's lips pressed against hers as her hand lightly stroked her companion's ass. As she daydreamed Andrea could feel, again, her pussy getting wetter and wetter. She was amazed at how excited each of the women that she would be working with had made her. In such a short time she had had so many wonderful thoughts. She wondered, and hoped, at the possibility of their fulfilment.

Andrea looked up to see her Mistress smiling at her. "You seemed very far away, my Dear." Said Ms Hammond. "If you would be so kind as to stack the dishes on the trolley, Stephanie will clear them away in the morning."

"Certainly, Mistress." Andrea replied. "Sorry, it's been a long day."

"No need for apologies." Replied Ms Hammond. "Now I shall go to my room. Perhaps you would like to say goodnight as you come past."

"I'll do that, Mistress." Andrea agreed and then stood politely, watching as her employer rose to leave and then walked towards the door. The maid could not help but enjoy the beauty and grace of the woman. She smiled to herself, aware of her Mistresses' attraction and the desire that she felt. Her smile lingered as she remembered Ms Hammond's stare at her own unclothed body and the touch of the woman's hands against her breasts. Her pussy clamoured for attention and she felt the slick wetness between her legs as she cleared the table. Every movement brought her closer to the solitude of her room and her body demanded that she lie on her bed to touch and satisfy the ache that she felt.

With the dishes stacked neatly and covered with a cloth, Andrea checked that she had forgotten nothing and left the room, switching off the light as she went. She climbed the staircase slowly, using the opportunity to take in her plush surroundings and feeling contended to be able to work in such a place. Reaching the landing she headed towards her room and then stopped outside her Mistresses' door. She knocked gently.

"Come." Her Mistresses' response was immediate. Andrea stepped into the room lit with soft light that emanated from a table lamp by the bed. Ms Hammond stood in the far corner of the room, her back was towards her maid and she had changed into a loose-fitting gown. Andrea could see that the garment was light and diaphanous but the shadows hid any more detail.

"I came to say goodnight, Mistress." Andrea's voice held a tremor, her eyes fixated by the soft material that fell over Ms Hammond's body, and by the loveliness that she knew lay beneath.

"Close the door, Andrea." The voice was both soft and commanding. The maid closed the door and watched as Ms Hammond moved towards her. As she moved closer so that the light was behind her the gown became sheer and Andrea's lips parted as her Mistresses' naked body was revealed beneath a veil of white.

Ms Hammond stood and watched her maid's expression. She noted the parted lips and wide eyes and saw the girl's breasts heave as she struggled to catch her breath. Andrea was dumbstruck. She felt her nipples harden and her pussy flood with her juices. Her eyes were riveted by the dark, swollen nipples that pushed the gown away from her Mistresses' body, by the flat, firm belly and by the dark, trimmed patch of pubic hair that sat between Ms Hammond's long legs.

"Oh, Mistress." The whisper from her maid was in a tone of reverence and awe. Ms Hammond was pleased and she glided to the bed and sat down. She crossed her legs and sat down, placing both hands on her thigh. Her posture was upright, her position commanding.

"Come to me." Andrea moved forward slowly, feeling more than a little shaky but overwhelmed with excitement. She stopped inches from the woman, her head bowed. Her Mistresses' legs, from the perfectly formed feet to her long, soft thigh, filled her sight.

"Kneel." Her maid did so. She felt as though she would have done so without the command. She could feel the power that Ms Hammond had over her. The need to please her Mistress was a force driven by a sexual craving of proportions that Andrea had never before experienced.

"Your legs should be wider apart." Ms Hammond instructed. Andrea did as she was told, exposing her stocking-clad leg and bare thigh through the slits in the dress. Ms Hammond had not moved but her desire for the girl at her feet was intense. The Mistress felt her excitement rise as Andrea complied with each command unquestioningly. With each movement her maid's subservience became as great as her Mistresses' need for it. Ms Hammond knew that the girl would do all that she asked, knew that the sexual fulfilment of each of them would be met by the positions that they held.

Andrea clenched and unclenched the muscles in her soaking pussy. She so needed to cum. She ached to touch herself, to slide her fingers deep into her slit and rub her pussy juice over her hard and engorged clit. The maid within the girl, however, had learned her place. Her hands were by her side and her gaze was set at the top of her Mistresses' crossed legs. The muscles of her pussy clenched harder and harder, desperately trying to find the relief that was sending the girl out of her mind.

"Mistress, please!" She knew that she would have to ask for orgasm and was prepared to beg for it. Whatever it took she was in agony, desperate to gain the release that she needed.

"You will wait." The edge in the voice rose above intense ache that ravaged the girl's body. "Your Mistresses' needs are paramount. If I allow you to take release it will be only on my command. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress." The reply was almost a moan, yet an acknowledgement all the same.

Ms Hammond uncrossed her legs, her pussy dripping wet at the sight of the beautiful girl at her feet. She knew that the dampness surrounding her engorged labia could clearly be seen by her maid and she wanted the girl to see and be teased. She wanted to watch as her submissive was reduced to a point where she would beg to cum. She wanted to watch her beg and knew then, that at that point, her maid would do anything to be released.

With long fingers the Mistress raised the hem of her gown to her waist. She leaned back a little on the bed, allowing the gown to fall around her without covering her pussy. She wanted to lie back but to watch her maid's reaction would bring yet more excitement. One hand rested on the bed behind her for support and the other slid slowly down her belly to her pussy. She heard a whimper from the girls as her long finger slid deep into her slit. Instantly she could feel the heat and wetness within and she half-closed her eyes as she felt the digit start to excite and appease her. One finger became two and then became three as she filled her pussy, driving it towards orgasm. Andrea saw the fingers become slick with juice and stretch outwards the lips of her Mistresses' slit as they plunged deeper and faster into her wet tunnel. The maid wanted to lean forward, to help with tongue or fingers but knew that such things could only be commanded, not requested.

Ms Hammond watched this dilemma in her maid and smiled at the frustration that she had created. Her fingers were so deep inside her now building to the crescendo of her orgasm. Her ass rose in time to push her pussy up to meet the fingers that it needed to be satisfied. Knowing the feeling that was beginning to pulse through her body the Mistress lay back on the bed, her legs wide, the sight a forbidden enticement to the girl at her feet. With her other hand now free she began to rub her clit with frantic strokes, urging the orgasm from her body. It ripped through her, a flood of ecstasy and release. Shock after shock wracked her body with convulsive energy. Her finger moved from her now tender clit but her fingers continued to slip slowly in and out of her vulva.

The intensity of her orgasm had amazed her. The passion that her new maid had aroused in her had continued through most of the day and the release of the frustration had been wonderful.

She sat up, her legs still wide, to see her maid rocking backwards and forwards in a vain attempt to satisfy her body. The girl's nipples were so hard that they jutted blatantly through the thin fabric of bra and dress. Her mouth was wide open, her breath coming in short gasps. The Mistress savoured the lust that she had perpetuated. Her maid's eyes were still on the fingers that slid in and out of the Mistresses' pussy. Satiated, for the moment, Ms Hammond drew her fingers out. The slick wetness coated them to the knuckle. She held them in front of Andrea's mouth.

"Lick." She commanded.

"Oh thank you, Mistress." The girl slid her mouth hungrily over the fingers, tasting the nectar from her Mistresses' slit. She licked intently, savouring each drop until she could find nothing more than her own saliva. Even then, as she released the fingers from her mouth, she slipped a tongue in-between each of them to catch even the smallest remnant of the woman's love-juice.

"Thank you again, Mistress." The taste of her Mistress was a fleeting reward and only heightened the need for more. "Mistress. Please, Mistress. Please, I beg you."

The Mistress smiled. "Beg me for what, my Dear?" She asked, pretending ignorance.

"Please, Mistress. I beg you to let me cum." Ms Hammond could hear the desperation in the girl's voice.

"Stand here in front of me." She ordered. Andrea did on legs unsteady from their ever-tense kneeling position. She felt her skirt being lifted and her panties pulled aside. Ms Hammond slid two fingers into the wet tunnel of the girl's pussy.

"My Dear, you are so wet." Said Ms Hammond, looking up at the face of her maid which had taken on a rapturous look. "Dou you want me to make you cum?"

"Oh yes, Mistress. Yes please, Mistress." The girl pleaded.

Her Mistress stroked, slowly, in and out of the maid's wetness. "You have to earn your rewards, Andrea." The Mistress spoke quietly. "You have to be a very good girl. What would you do to show me how good you are?" The fingers continued their slow and teasing rhythm.

"Anything, Mistress." Andrea gasped, lost in the feel of the woman's fingers between her labia and invading the depths of her slit.

"Anything, my Dear?"

"Yes, Mistress. Anything. I will be really good for you. I'll do anything that you tell me to. I need to show you that I'm a really good girl so that my Mistress will let me cum." The words babbled from the girl in a desperate plea to be satisfied.

Ignoring the girl's resultant moan the Mistress slipped her fingers from her maid's pussy. She licked them slowly, tasting the flavour of the girl's juices.

"Very well then." She rose, slipping the gown from her body. Her maid ached to be held against this woman's firm body, to be at her mercy. She needed to be used and taken by her Mistress, to be penetrated by her firm fingers and ravished by her tongue. She needed to be commanded to bring her Mistress to endless orgasms and to give every sexual enjoyment that she could.

Ms Hammond lay back on the bed. She placed an arm behind her head and raised one leg so that the foot rested on the bed. "Undress for me. Slowly."

"Yes, Mistress." The girl began to slip the shoulder-less dress down her body, bending low to show as much cleavage to her Mistress as possible. The thought of being watched by Ms Hammond, to be displayed by command, was an aphrodisiac that compelled her to be servant and slut at the same time. She stepped with elegance from the dress and then straightened slowly, her hands running up her thighs and over her body. As they reached her breasts her hands caressed her breasts, her head tilting backwards as her nipples accepted with excitement the gift of her touch. She reached behind her and undid the clasp. The black bra dropped to the floor.

Andrea stood before her Mistress. Pausing for a short while so that Ms Hammond could inspect her underling. She felt wanton to be viewed in such a way but the sexual stimulation overrode any thoughts of embarrassment or shame. Gently but firmly she had been given this opportunity. To take it she had to throw herself at the mercy of this woman that she hardly knew but the whole of her wanted to be given for, in giving, could she find fulfilment.

The gusset of her panties was wet from her pussy juices. She knew how much her body betrayed her obvious desire. She slid them down her legs, revealing her soft pubic push. She wondered if Ms Hammond could see the wetness between her legs. As she stepped out of the panties her Mistress spoke.

"Leave your stockings on. Now kneel on the bed between my legs." Andrea moved onto the bed longing to pleasure her Mistresses' body. She was entranced by the woman's long legs and open pussy spread before her. She felt her Mistresses' hand on her head. "Now," Ms Hammond continued, "satisfy me." With that she pushed Andrea further down, watching as her maid's naked ass was raised high in the air and her mouth lowered to her Mistresses' waiting slit.

Instantly the woman felt the girl's tongue slide delicately over her labia, tracing the outside of her pussy lips. Andrea caressed Ms Hammond's pussy with long, soft licks. Her tongue stroked up and down and then slid gently a little way into her Mistress, tasting her juices and darting around the hard bud of her clitoris. Not wanting to rush she repeated this several times and then, lowering her lips to her employer's clit, she sucked it into her mouth, ravishing it with the upper surface of her tongue. She could feel her Mistresses' hips push up to meet her, pushing harder against her maid's tongue and demanding satisfaction.

Andrea's need for her own orgasm transformed itself urging on her Mistresses' own. In her passion she placed her hands around Ms Hammond's hips, pulling her forward and onto her maid's face. The girl was beside herself, desperate to be smothered with her Mistresses' juices, to taste them and feel them anoint her as this woman's submissive. Only that of her employer who thrust her clit forcefully onto the girl's tongue transcended the maid's lust.

"Now!" She growled to her maid. "Make me cum now!" Roughly she gripped the girl's black hair and pulled, forcing the maid to push even more firmly onto her clit. Forcing the girl's tongue deeper into the depths of her soaking vagina. Andrea, gasping for breath, tongue-fucked her Mistresses' slit, sucking and never letting her tongue rest. She felt Ms Hammond's body tense, felt the woman's hips rise even further as the girl struggled to hold the woman's writhing body. She heard her employer scream and felt a rush of wetness on her face as her Mistress came.

Gradually Ms Hammond's body relaxed, the passing orgasm leaving only spasmodic after-shocks that wracked her perspiring body. The girl's tongue continued to slide dutifully in and out of her pussy but avoiding the woman's over-sensitive clit. She drank, taking time to savour her Mistresses' nectar, to lick her Mistress clean.

Andrea felt her employer's hands encircle her face and lift it away from between her legs. The girl stared at the woman, and was pleased to see a small, contended smile on her Mistresses' face. Her part was no longer one to be played but rather a course that her whole being needed to follow.

"Thank you, Mistress." She said quietly, bowing her head.

"For what?" Ms Hammond asked.

"For allowing me to satisfy you. For giving me the honour of making you cum. I am privileged and grateful, Mistress."

Her Mistress accepted the thanks of her grateful submissive with a nod yet inside she realised with delight the desire that she had inspired in the girl. Ms Hammond lay back, surveying the maid's beauty and knowing that Andrea was hers to take and command as she wanted. The feeling of power was second to none and her mind dwelt on the ways in which her new servant could be used. For now, though, a reward was due but, even so, she would ensure that her presence was felt.

"Are you wet, my Dear?" An unnecessary question but one that would direct the girl's thoughts.

"Oh yes, Mistress. Very wet. You have a lovely body and it excites me very much to be allowed to pleasure you."

"You will spread you legs for wide for me. You will slide you fingers, slowly, in and out of your pussy. You will not cum unless I tell you to."

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress." The girl's last word was lost in a gasp as her fingers pushed into her pussy. It was so difficult to control her movement as she her body screamed for the satisfaction that her fingers could give her. Her fingers filled and vacated her wet pussy. Her juices glistened on her fingers. She heard her Mistresses' voice.

"Tell me." Came the command. "Tell me what you feel and how you feel to be masturbating for me."

Andrea's voice trembled in reply. Her words only added to the frustration that could not yet be released. "I feel so wicked, Mistress. I am so naughty to be opening my legs like this. I feel like a slut. I'm such a bad girl to be wanking in front of you like this. I'm so wet, Mistress. You have made me so wet, Mistress. Please, Mistress, I know that I'm bad but I will do anything, anything if you let me cum."

"Anything?" Asked her employer for the second time that evening. "Remember that I will hold you to you word." There was no reason in her maid's voice when she replied, only desperation for release that filled the whole of her body and mind.

"Oh yes, Mistress. Anything. I promise, Mistress." Ms Hammond saw tears spill down her servant's cheeks.

"Very well then, Andrea. You may cum. Show me everything so that I can see that you mean your promise. I want to see your fingers fuck your pussy and I want to see how much of a slut you are."

The words fuelled the girl's mind and her fingers flashed faster and faster in and out of her wet slit between open, stretched legs. Her free hand stroked frantically at her clit and her head was thrown back, showing her Mistress the whole of her body. She felt it build inside her body, felt her muscles tense and she stroked her clit as fast as she could. Then, suddenly, she came, a momentous spasm that made her scream and that convulsed her taut body again and again. The release was epic as the length of her fingers plunged between her legs and stayed there. Her breath came in great, racking sobs and then, as though unable to cope with the excitement, she blacked out.