I’m not even supposed to be here. I never wanted to be this close to him.
I work for an Agency that sends out naughty maids. You know the gig, a beautiful woman dressed in lingerie and prancing around a house pretending to clean. And the Agency has policies in place to make sure you never work for someone you know, but the Agency made a mistake.
I’m in his home and he’s watching me work. His eyes are peering into me, stripping me bare and witnessing every last inch of me. But he doesn’t know who I really am.
That’s because I’m not me today. ‘Maid To Order’ is the tagline of the company because they make over us to the exact specifications of the one who ordered us. They give us the means to transform from the man we were born as into the woman we need to be. Anything to please our clients.
Tonight I’m his dream. Sweet and innocent and beautiful. Tonight I’m every bit the woman that he fantasized about.
The man who has made my life a living hell up until this point. Who has yelled and screamed and treated me like trash, he’s sitting watching me bend for him. He’s watching me work, his perfect little servant. He’s made me everything I never knew I wanted to be.
Tonight I have to make a choice. I have to choose whether I want to go further than I’ve ever gone before.
Tonight I get to be his dream and I never knew how much I needed that.
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I didn’t understand why I wanted this.
As I passed I knew that he could reach out and touch me, even if it was against the rules. One little break in propriety and he could have me, snatching out an arm and closing his hand like rock-hard iron around my wrist. He could call me a tease and bend me over his lap and spank me, punishing me for making him feel the way that he did. He could show me how my movements affected him, how I made it so hard for him to stay detached, and then he could make me do something about that very hard problem of his.
But he stayed stubbornly impassive, the only movement he made being the slow rise of the glass to his lips, a single sip, and then slowly lowering it again. Beyond that the only thing that moved were his eyes which stayed fixed on me, watching my every move. Taking me in with an intensity that made me know that he was watching me, that he was witnessing me, that he was drinking it all in.
And that feeling spurred me on. It gave me some indication that I was moving in the right direction. Through it I found the courage to escape into myself, into the new version of me that he’d made me become.
Stopping to think was the last thing that I wanted to do right now. If I did I’d have to confront the fact that this was so unlike me. I’d have to acknowledge that who I used to be and who I was now were worlds apart.
It hadn’t started when I became her, the realization. That had taken his presence and his influence. When I became her today it was no different than all the other girls that I’d become before.
There was always a little thrill of exhilaration in being a woman, for me at least. This slow simmering excitement that ran beneath the surface of me and begged for my attention, this thrill of being someone else.
But I’d always been able to excuse that away as being someone else. In a new body without all the aches and the pains and the miles and the years that were on my own. Yes it was fun, that little thrill of looking at the world through someone else’s eyes, but it had only ever been a minor excitement and one bordered by the reality of the job that I had to do.
Fifteen minutes into cleaning for someone else and there is no more thrill in the body you’re in. That feeling evaporates into the background.
Now though, things were different. The excitement had started with her and then his presence had changed things. I couldn’t stop thinking about who he was with all of his history and I couldn’t stop thinking about what it meant that I was bought by him. That this body was picked out by him and he had set the parameters.
And I couldn’t ignore the way it felt when his eyes were on me.