by Ella Ford
Eventually, she made it to the bottom and tottered across the room to stand before me. I smiled at her, trying not to burst into laughter. The black satin dress was ever so slightly too small for my friend’s already slender body. Slightly too short in the skirt, it revealed her long, toned legs in the sheer black stockings and the lace tops of the sexy hosiery. And the top was no better, plunging down her creamy chest to reveal the swell of her breasts and some amazingly tantalizing cleavage. Around her waist, she’d tied the white apron, and she’d even fixed her long, dark hair back into a neat bun.
I looked on and she curtseyed gracefully, a look of pure torment on her face. “Reporting for duty, mistress,” she said, sarcasm dripping from her every word.
In our constant war of competition, it was obvious that Nicole saw her capitulation to my whims as a challenge in itself, one that she had to rise to or risk shamefaced defeat.
I sat back and looked at her. I have to admit, my friend looked smoking hot in the maid outfit. It really hugged her figure in the most filthy way possible. Nicole had a wonderful body, I’ve always thought so. Not quite as good as mine, but quite epic nonetheless.
Oh, don’t get me wrong, you’d never mistake the two of us for twins. While my complexion was fair and light, hers was dark and smoky. Her hair was raven black, with wavy curls that tumbled down to the middle of her back; while mine was honey blonde and shoulder length. Her face was dusky and exotic, with high cheekbones and eyes that were deep wells of inky blackness; while my face was rounded and friendly, blue eyes and full lips.
It’s fair to say that we both did well in the looks department, and we’d definitely never been short of male attention.
But that night, as I looked at Nicole standing before me in the skimpy uniform, I began to see her differently. Not as an aesthetic competitor or attractive rival, but as a hot woman and object of desire.
It wasn’t the first time I’ve been attracted to a woman, don’t get me wrong - I went to college, I’ve had more than my fair share of sapphic encounters. But this was the first time I’d looked at my friend in this way. The endless length of her legs, toned and shapely beneath the soft sheer material of the nylon stockings. The curve of her hip and the gentle rise of her full breasts. Her slender neck, unblemished alabaster, exposed and inviting. And the wet red of her painted lips.
“Are you going to stare at me all day Lisa, or are we going to do this thing?” she said, interrupting me from the strange thoughts that were running through my head.
“S-sure, um,” I stammered, “I guess you can start in the kitchen. Fix me a margarita please maid!” I regained my composure and issued the command with a flourish, then sat back in the sofa, curling my legs beneath me.
“Yes, mistress,” replied Nicole, spitting the word with pure venom. She curtseyed again and tottered off to the kitchen.
As she left, I studied her, admiring her slender legs and the firm curve of her ass as it swayed with each of her dainty steps. I began to wonder just how far I could go this weekend...
Chapter 2
Nicole crashed and banged around the kitchen for ten minutes, then finally emerged holding a sloppy looking margarita glass with a half-hearted slice of lime draped over the rim.
“Your drink mistress,” she said, not enjoying the role but desperate to ensure that she didn’t welch on the bet.
I looked at the drink and frowned. “You’ve forgotten the salt,” I said, gesturing at the rim of the glass that was clean and unsalted.
She sighed and looked annoyed. “I’m sorry mistress,” she drawled, “I’ll go and fix it.”
Then she turned on her heel and wandered back into the kitchen, smouldering with rage. I sat back and watched her leave once more, enjoying the feeling of power that ordering my friend around gave me. It was never something I’d ever considered before. Outside of my competitive life with Nicole, I was really quite shy and lacking in confidence. This translated to my relationships where, if I’m perfectly honest, I was a bit of a doormat. Men tended to treat me pretty rough, and I didn’t have the ability to stand up for myself or demand my own way.
I’d often wondered what it would be like to be more dominant, to be more in control, but I’d never been able to try it out. With this weird bet, I was finally getting the chance to live out that fantasy, and I wondered where it might lead me. What if I really liked it?
Nicole returned several minutes later carrying the margarita. She handed me the glass with a venomous frown and I took it from her, satisfied that she’d got it right this time.
“Thank you Nicole,” I said, taking a sip from the drink. I studied her for a few seconds, wondering what I could do with her next. “Nicole, I’d like you to kneel beside the sofa while I finish my drink and read my book.”
Nicole narrowed her eyes and glared at me. “You’ve got to be kidding Lisa, this is going too damned far!” she spat.
I lowered my drink and returned her glare, suddenly annoyed by her resistance and determined to get my own way. “I said I want you to kneel by the sofa Nicole,” I snapped, raising my voice to emphasise my intent, “I will not ask you again!”
Nicole blinked in surprise, obviously not expecting her friend to react this way. I guess she thought she was going to have a lazy weekend at my expense, and not actually have to do anything! Well, she was about to find out how wrong she was.
She bowed her head slightly and crossed her hands before her. “Y-yes … mistress, right away,” she replied, a note of timidness creeping into her voice. I found myself thrilled by this, enlivened by the way that she’d succumbed to my wishes simply by changing my tone of voice.
My friend stepped to the side of the sofa and lowered herself to her knees, sitting back on her heels. I studied her as she moved, enjoying the submissive pose that she was now in.
“Good, that’s better,” I said, purring with a demure restraint, “if you just do exactly what I say this weekend, then things will go a lot smoother for the both of us. Now straighten your back and lay your hands on your lap.” I issued the command in a tone that left no doubt that I expected her to capitulate. To my delight, she did, sitting up straight and placing her hands flat on her thighs. It amazed me how quickly the fight had gone out of her, simply by being told forcefully what to do.
What else could I get her to do?
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For the next half an hour, I relaxed and enjoyed the drink. My book was open on my lap and I was staring at the page, but I wasn’t really concentrating. In fact, my mind was racing with thoughts that were foreign and strange to me. I was intensely aware of Nicole’s presence to my left, kneeling by the sofa. My friend seemed content to simply kneel and await my next order, and hadn’t said anything since her initial outburst. I wondered how long she would stay there, how much she was committed to seeing out the terms of the bet? Interspersed with these considerations, I thought about how she looked - her creamy chest, the long length of her legs, the way her ass looked in the too-short maid uniform.
I found myself wondering what it would be like to follow this power to its natural conclusion. I could tell Nicole to fix me a drink, what else could I make her do? Could I ask her to do other things… forbidden things? The thought terrified and thrilled me in equal measure. I was sure that I would never dare take things that far, to cross such a dangerous line in our relationship. But still, the thought persisted. I found myself returning to the way she looked, the way she smelled, and wondering how her mouth might taste...
“Nicole, I’d like you to go upstairs and run me a bath,” I said, forcing myself out of the train of thought that was so disturbing but so insanely compelling.
Nicole blinked as I spoke, obviously lost in her own world of quiet contemplation. I wondered what she’d been thinking about as she sat in that submissive pose. Had her thoughts been the mirror of mine? Had she been considering the same taboo escalations as I had? I didn’t know, couldn’t know… but I dared to hope.
She stood, wi
ncing as she straightened her cramped legs. She staggered on the heels and I thought that she might topple over, but she regained her balance and stood tall, smoothing the white apron and brushing back a wisp of hair that had escaped her bun. “Yes, mistress, right away,” she said, a pained expression on her face that wasn’t entirely due to the discomfort of kneeling for so long.
With that, she stepped across the room and up the stairs. I waited until I heard the bath running upstairs then stood and followed her, wondering exactly what was going to happen next. Or what I was going to make happen next. Life seemed so full of new opportunities, I was at a loss to know where to begin.
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Nicole was waiting for me in the bathroom. The bath was running and she was standing by the sink, holding a towel.
“Your bath is running, mistress,” she said, keeping to her character in a way that surprised me. She really wanted to see this thing through.
“Thank you Nicole,” I said, smiling at her warmly, “now please undress me.”
She looked at me and blinked, a hint of frustration flashing across her face. “Listen, Nicole, I really don’t want to…”
I interrupted her with a wave of my hand. “Nicole, I’m getting a little bit tired of your attitude young lady,” I said sternly, adopting the kind of tone that I thought a school mistress or matron might use. “You are my maid for the weekend, you have placed yourself in my charge and you are mine to do with as I please. Is that not the case?”
Nicole’s eyes fell to the floor and she shuffled on the spot, screwing her face up with barely concealed anger. “Yes, mistress, that is the case,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
“I’m sorry Nicole, I couldn’t hear you. Is it the case that you are my maid to command this weekend?”
She raised her head and gritted her teeth, fixing me with a glare that I’d never seen from my usually easy-going friend. “Yes, mistress, that is the case,” she spat, perfectly audible this time.
I smiled, softening my face in a way that seemed at odds with my previous temper. “Good girl, now help me get undressed.”
My friend sighed then stepped across the moderately sized bathroom to where I stood. She began by unbuttoning my blouse, popping each button open with trembling fingers. Then she slipped the blouse off my shoulders and folded it neatly on the laundry hamper. I turned my body, presenting the zipper of my tight, knee length skirt to her and she gingerly pulled it down, then wriggled the skirt down my thighs to the floor. I stepped out of it, then she picked it up and placed it with the blouse.
Next, she fell to her knees before me and slipped her slender fingers into the waistband of my tan pantyhose, then carefully rolled the delicate, sheer material down my legs. Once again, I stepped to one side and allowed her to place the pantyhose with my other clothes.
She stood up straight and stared at me, imploring me to release her from this duty. I was nearly naked now, wearing only a pair of lace panties and matching bra. I raised my hands above my head and gazed back at Nicole, attempting to appear as sensual and seductive as I possibly could. “Now, my underwear please Nicole,” I purred, making my intentions perfectly clear. I turned my body, presenting my back and the bra clasp to my friend.
With a sigh, she stepped forwards and deftly flicked the fastener open, then slid the bra straps forward to fall down my arms. I shuddered as I felt her fingertips brush against my skin. She felt warm and soft, and was trembling slightly as though she was very nervous. My breasts fell free, and I made a show of false modesty, covering my ample chest with my arm, then turned around to face her again and gestured downwards with my eyes. I flashed Nicole a filthy smile, driven now by urges and instincts that were out of my control.
Nicole frowned and squatted down before me, then gingerly hooked her fingers into the lacy panties and slid them down, averting her eyes as my pussy was exposed.
I was finally naked and the bath was ready. I stepped over to the side of the tub and held out my hand, allowing my breasts to fall free. It’s funny, despite being friends with Nicole for over twenty years, I didn’t feel the slightest bit uncomfortable by my nakedness, or by the thoughts that were running unbidden through my head. I felt only a certain amount of rightness with the situation, and a curious hunger that I had never experienced before.
“Please be a dear Nicole, and help me into the tub,” I said with a smirk. Nicole sighed and took my hand, then I raised my leg and stepped into the warm water.
I sat down and shuddered, enjoying the way the water felt on my naked pussy, heat on heat, a surprisingly enjoyable sensation. I splashed around for a short while, covering my breasts and shoulders with foamy bubbles, oblivious to Nicole’s presence, simply relishing the warm bath after a hard day.
“May I go now mistress?” Nicole finally said, and I turned to look at her.
“What’s the matter Nicole? Tired of being a maid? Thinking of running out on the bet?” I said, a mischievous smirk spreading across my face.
“No Lisa, it’s not that, you know I’m good for a bet. It’s just this whole thing… this whole thing is a bit, you know, weird. Don’t you think?”
I thought for a second, then replied, “No, I don’t think it’s weird. For the weekend, you’re mine to do with as I please. That was the bet wasn’t it?” I said, tired of her constant protestations and complaining. It’s strange looking back now, but I genuinely did feel angry with her, the way that she was disobeying me, the way she was disrespecting my authority.
“Y-yes, that was the bet,” she replied, her voice suddenly timid and meek.
“Good. Now, if you’re finished complaining, I’d like you to wash me,” I said casually, knowing that the instruction would provoke a response from her and anticipating it with a degree of excitement.
“Aw come on Lisa, don’t make me do that,” she moaned, her voice equal parts resentment and resignation. Her protest seemed to be a token offering, nothing more than a speedbump on the road to her complete capitulation.
“Don’t make me ask you twice,” I snapped and she reluctantly stepped over to the bath and kneeled down beside it.
With shaky hands, she reached across me and picked up the soap, then used the water to work up a lather. Then she reached forwards and began to rub the foamy cream into my shoulders and back. I sighed as she touched me, closing my eyes and reaching up to sweep the long hair from my shoulders so that she could have complete access.
Her touch felt wonderful, warm and velvety soft, the slight trembling of her nervousness giving the caress an extra spice that thrilled me. I found myself drifting away, lost in the pleasure of attention and eager for her to continue. And deep within me, from a place between my legs, I felt the first stirring of desire, a mounting warmth that became impossible to ignore. With every light stroke of my best friend’s soapy hand, the warmth rose and filled my body with a feeling of perfect contentment and lustful desire.
I turned to Nicole and smiled at her, then whispered, “Now do the front.”
Nicole looked at me, horrified at my request, then glanced down at my wet breasts, blinking with consternation.
Suddenly, she pulled her hands back and stood, stumbling on the slippery floor tiles and nearly falling on her ass. But she remained standing and glared at me, utterly mortified by what had been happening and what I was making her do. “I-I’m sorry Lisa, I just can’t. I don’t … I don’t …” Then she stopped talking and turned to leave, stepping across the room in two long steps.
“Stop!” I shouted from the bath. To my surprise, she stopped in her tracks, pausing in the doorway. Her head bowed down and she stared at the floor of the landing, waiting for me to speak again.
I gathered myself, knowing what I had to do. “Nicole! I’m tired of your attitude. It’s obvious to me that you need to be disciplined, otherwise this weekend is going to be very difficult for both of us.” I paused, allowing my words to sink in.
Then Nicole spoke, her voice barely a whisper, trembling wit
h frustration and shame. “Y-yes, mistress,” she said.
I hadn’t expected her to capitulate so readily, but knew what I had to do next.
“Nicole, I’d like you to go into the guest bedroom and take off your panties. Then I’d like you to bend over the bed with your skirt pulled up. It’s time you had a spanking.”
Without another word of protest, my best friend in the world simply nodded and left the bathroom.
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I sat in the bath, suddenly gripped by self-doubt. There was no question that what had just transpired between Nicole and myself had crossed an invisible line in the sand. There was no turning back now. But what really concerned me was how readily Nicole had accepted her fate.
When she was resistant and resentful about my requests, the whole maid thing had been a fun game. It had been fun to test her boundaries, to see how far I could push her before she snapped and gave up on the bet and its dumb outcome. But in accepting my discipline and acknowledging her own need for punishment, something had changed with the arrangement. It was serious now, almost a formalization of the power dynamic between us, if only for this weekend.
Then I started to think - what about beyond the weekend? If this situation progressed as I thought - hoped - it would, then how could we ever be the same again? We’d always have this between us, our friendship possibly soured forever.
These rational thoughts swirled through my head and I genuinely thought about backing out, about going into the other room and telling Nicole it was all one huge joke and then call up Sarah and go out for a meal and a movie. But swirling among these rational considerations were other, more primal, urges. The memory of the warmth in my pussy was still strong, the feeling of Nicole’s hands on my wet skin. There was a reason why I’d made her dress up in the skimpy maid’s uniform, I realized this now. Perhaps the line had already been crossed? Perhaps this road was an inevitability for both of us now?