Jacey

[dolly bo peep]

Sandra B,

I have spent the past few days catching up with your story and I'm really enjoying it.

Your writing is really pushing a lot of my fantasy buttons.

After a session of reading your stimulating fiction, it's time for me to change my wet, sticky diaper.

[Sandra B]

Chapter 26.  Spills and Thrills.

I was feeling excited as we followed her along the corridor.  I had disposed of my last exam the day before - as I thought, it had been the easiest of the three - so now I was in holiday mood, and determined to let go and really enjoy myself!
Jayne and I hung back slightly as Sarah, with one anxious glance backward at us, presented herself in the doorway of Kitty’s lounge.  The sound of the guests voices sank to a murmur, then stopped completely.  For perhaps five seconds there was total silence.  Then someone said “Oh…my…god!”  Then, pandemonium.  Whoops of delight, a scream, followed by a gale of laughter.  We saw Sarah grabbed by both hands, and pulled into the room.  I tuned to Jayne.
“That was a success then.  Congratulations.”
She gave me a meaningful look, and we followed Sarah through the doorway.

Sarah had been taken to the middle of the floor, and the guests, who numbered about fifteen, were gathered round, either staring, pointing, or laughing.  In her boots, Sarah was taller than most of them.  Bella stood next to her, proprietorially, fussing with her sleeves, as if she were the one who had just dressed her.  When Jayne appeared, she was bombarded with questions about Sarah’s hair, nails and makeup, what brands she had used, and where she had acquired such skill.  I suppose in such company it wasn’t surprising.  I could see Bella didn’t much like the transfer of attention from her to Jayne.  Her little over-powdered forehead was puckered with irritation.  She tried to reassert herself.
“Sarah, please go into the kitchen at once.  I think this calls for champagne.  Someone will open a bottle and pour the drinks, and you will bring them to us.  Right?”
“Yes, madam,” Sarah answered dutifully.  She tried to move towards the door, but the women were not letting her go just yet.
“I love the little tray!” one of them laughed. 
A short woman in trousers seemed to be suggesting something to her friend, which elicited gleeful assent.  She stepped in front of Sarah, and with both hands coolly raised the front of her dress, the hem of which was about on a level with her waist. 
“Ooh, look girls!  What sweet little panties she’s got!  So much nicer than those ugly bloomers maids usually wear!”
There was general amusement at this, but Bella was determined to demonstrate her authority.
“Sarah!  Go and do what you’ve been told!  At once, please!”
Sarah was allowed to trot off towards the kitchen.
“I’ll go and pour the drinks,” said Kitty, following behind.

With the temporary departure of Sarah, the guests crowded around Jayne and I, besieging us with questions - all except Sam and Tracey, who seemed to have taken an instant dislike to us both.  They stood slightly apart, casting occasional disdainful glances in our direction.  The rest seemed friendly, if a bit giggly.  Kitty must have told them what I was, and they all wanted an insight into the secrets of the dungeon.  But I wasn’t telling.
“If you want to know what goes on, come and have a session.  Two at a time, if you like.  I’ll give you a special rate.”
“I would, too!” piped up one of them, who seemed the youngest of the lot, barely out of her teens.
“Yeah?  I’ll come with you if you like, Michelle,” added her friend.  “You wouldn’t be too hard on us, would you, madam?”
“You’d set the boundaries, girls,” I said.  “But it wouldn’t be worth my while unless I could at least give you both a good spanking!”
That went down well, and the pair of them dissolved in giggles.  But afterwards I saw Michelle looking at me thoughtfully.  I mentally filed her away as a possible future client.

At that moment a little cheer went up.  Sarah was returning from the kitchen, five full champagne flutes on her tray.  She stepped carefully, her eyes fixed on the glasses.  If she could carry these without spilling them, she could carry anything, I thought.  She presented herself to the guests, and stood still while five drinks were taken off her little tray.  Then she turned and headed back to the kitchen.
“We’re gonna keep her busy this evening!” I heard one of them remark.
Sarah made two more trips without incident.  But there were still two women without champagne, and she had to go back once again.  Of course, it would have been much easier to bring the bottle in.  There were already numerous bottles of wine on the table in various states of depletion, along with a huge variety of snacks.  But that would have spoilt the game.  Bella was making sure to keep her busy.  I wished Sarah blessed with a kinder mistress, but maybe she herself wouldn’t have wanted that.  I don’t know.
So it was the final champagne run.  Only two glasses.  Sarah was probably feeling confident now.  Perhaps over-confident.  She walked a little faster than before, and in focussing on the glasses in front of her, she caught one heel in the edge of the rug, stumbled, and though the glasses didn’t fall on the floor, one fell over and spilled on her tray.
“Whoops!” laughed one of the women.  “Naughty girl!”
But Bella wasn’t so forgiving.
“Stupid, clumsy girl!” she cried.  “Go back and get another one.  And mop the tray!”
“Yes, miss,” whimpered Sarah.  But in her confusion she turned around too quickly, and over went the other glass, too.  The guests were in fits, but Bella was furious.
“Back in the kitchen at once.  When you’ve given Candy and Stella their drinks, report to me!”
“Yes, miss,”  Sarah replied, in a subdued voice.
“I’m going to get something from the car,” added Bella, as Sarah exited, and marched out of the room.
“She’s for it now,” whispered one of the girls, “poor thing.”
I followed Sarah to the kitchen, and helped mop her tray.  Kitty poured the replacement drinks.
“Are you OK, darling?” I asked.
“Fine, thanks, madam,” she smiled, “I was clumsy.  I want to be a good maid.  It’s all part of my training.  This is what I’ve always wanted.  Thank you for that.  And thank you for arranging my outfit.  It’s really lovely!” 
She seemed so into the whole thing, even I was a little surprised.  She had said enough to convince me any intervention on my part would not be welcomed.  I determined to let things take their course, and maybe to join in if I felt so inclined.
I returned to the lounge, and started circulating.  Jayne was in serious conversation with a tall blonde woman, apparently on the very important subject of eyeliner.  I tried to memorise names.  I knew half a dozen already.  I met a very nice woman of about thirty-five, called Wanda, who started asking me if I was still at school, and what I hoped to do.  She was the only person I really felt relaxed with.  She told me all about her husband and her children, the eldest being about my age.  We were chatting away happily, when I heard Bella’s icy voice cutting through the room.
“Right, missy!  Come here.  Now!”
She had returned from her car, and in her hand was the riding whip I had loaned her.
“Over the back on this chair, please.  Now lift up your skirt.  Go on!”
Sarah, obediently leant forward over the back of an armchair, and took the hem in her fingers.  It was unnecessary really, since as she bent over, the layers of tulle stood up by themselves, revealing her tightly-encased bottom.
“This is the reward for clumsiness, missy.  Six strokes of the whip.  Let it be a lesson.”
The room was silent, everyone riveted to the spectacle before them.
Bella administered the first stroke, accompanied by a grunt of effort.  Sarah flinched, and let out a little squeak of pain.  Another, if anything harder than the first.  A little whimper from Sarah, and she involuntarily lifted one foot off the ground, tautening the chain.  A third, eliciting a cry of pain.  Bella stood back.
“Three left.  Anyone else care to try?”
“Me, me!”
“And me!”
The voices belonged to Sam and Tracey.  They pushed their way to the front, and Tracey grabbed the whip from Bella.
“I’ll show you how it’s done,” she cried, triumphantly.  Her face set in an ugly grimace, she swung at Sarah with all her might.  The loud smack of the whip on Sarah’s bottom forced from her lips a yelp of pain, which was immediately followed by a sort of little dance.  Elated, Tracey ignored her friend’s demand to “give us a go, Trace!”, and instead let the hapless Sarah have another, as hard as the first.  Sarah yelped again, and began to sob, squirming with pain.  Now it was Sam’s turn. Yanking the whip from Tracey’s hand, she struck out blindly, missing Sarah’s bottom and catching the top of her thighs, making her jump up with a scream, vainly clutching at her legs. 
“Shit, I missed,” remarked Sam, annoyed.  Tracey laughed at her.
“You just need more practice, that’s all, Sam.  Maybe you’ll get it this evening.”
A red weal had appeared on the backs of Sarah’s thighs, below her hemline. She was standing now, but still shifting from one foot to the other.
“You’d better watch your step from now on, missy,” said Bella, with an evil sneer, recovering the whip from Sam.
“Yes, miss.  I will, miss.”
“Or you know what will happen…”  She raised the whip and pushed it into Sarah’s crotch, sliding it slowly back and forth against her panties, making her shudder.
“Yes, miss,  Absolutely, miss.”
“Good.”
Tracey was looking at Sarah with a thoughtful expression.
“Bella… ?  Do you reckon we could borrow her sometime…?  You know, just for a day or two?”
“We’ll see.  Sometime maybe, when she’s had a bit more training.”  She turned to Sarah.  “Now, girl, no slacking.  Alice, could you pour some wine?  Sarah will take it round to everyone.  Well, off you go!”
I had found Jayne again.
“Poor Sarah,” she said, “I wouldn’t like that Bella as a mistress, would you?”
“I wouldn’t like any of this lot, thanks,” I replied. 
“But she treats her so badly.  I think a slave should be a slave, but she should also love her mistress.  I don’t think she loves Bella, do you?”
“No, I don’t.  But she won’t be with her forever.  If things were different I’d take her on myself – but at the moment that’s impossible.  Being a mistress to a permanent slave is a full-time job in itself, a complete physical and spiritual relationship.”
“How does she put up with it?  I hope she finds a loving mistress one day.”
“I hope so too.  But Jayne, you don’t know her.  She can’t help herself.  She’s driven.  She needs this sort of treatment.  She can’t get satisfaction any other way.  The main problem at present is that Bella doesn’t fully understand her sexual needs.  Unfortunately she not a very empathetic person, as you can see.”
“That’s an understatement.”
“Maybe we’ll be able to help her later in the evening.  Let’s wait and see.”

[dolly bo peep]

Sandra B,

Thank you for this last chapter.

You have written about my own fantasy. I could feel myself as Sarah in a pink maid outfit, hands bound and with a serving tray attached and totally vulnerable to people who wanted to lift up my skirt to better view my frilly panties.

I would prefer stockings held up by garters (or suspenders, depending on which side of the pond you reside) attached to my tightly laced corset, making me feel even more restricted, savoring the tug of the garters with each step and also be vulnerable to people grabbing a garter and letting go so it would snap back against my thigh.

I think I would prefer being hit in my rear end with a paddle instead of a riding crop.

These are just extremely minor differences and I would really savor Sarah's exact experience.

[krystalasbaby2017]

This story is getting very interesting.
I think i like the paddle more than the riding crop but both would hurt.
I think Bella has some learning to do and i hope she gets taught as well.

[Sandra B]

Chapter 27.  Fingers in the Pie.

About seven-thirty the snacks were augmented with a buffet supper which Kitty had prepared.  Sarah helped to bring in the plates.  There was a lot of food – which was just as well, as the supply of alcohol seemed to be unlimited, and it was becoming evident that it needed soaking up.  Everyone had relaxed, the music had been turned up, and the party was beginning to get going.  Some were half dancing, as they chatted and swilled their wine.  Three were seated, laughing hysterically over some anecdote about an ex-boyfriend.  A few yards away from me, Michelle was holding Sarah’s hand, talking seriously to her.  I guessed she was a little concerned.  I could have told her not to be.
Predictably, it was Tracey who started it.  She had been drinking since at least four, and was beginning to become noisy.  She muscled in on Michelle’s conversation, till Michelle got fed up and wandered off elsewhere.  Tracy had hold of Sarah’s sash with her left hand, pushing her up against the wall, her face close to Sarah’s.  Only the tray prevented further intimidation.  At the same time as listening to a monologue from one of the other guests about her son, I kept a watch on what was going on.  It seemed to me Tracey, if not exactly threatening Sarah, was cataloguing the humiliations she intended to heap on her at some future time, when she had charge of her.  I heard “dress you as I please” and “you’ll do what you’re told”.  Then there was some reference to Michael, and, with a leer, “I’ll bet you like that, don’t you?  Yes, Bella’s told me all about it…”   As I watched, Sarah’s eyes began to close, and she let out a long sigh.  Then I realised what was happening.  Tracey’s other hand was between her legs, one finger extended, moving slowly back and forth.  This continued for a while, until tiny spasms began to run through Sarah’s body.  At that point, Tracey stopped, smiled, and put her finger in Sarah’s mouth.  When she was satisfied it was clean, she said something I didn’t catch, turned, and walked away.  I couldn’t work out why she had stopped like that, unless it was to torture the poor woman.  But it soon became evident.  Tracey was moving amongst her cronies, going from one to the other, whispering.  They smiled, and glanced over at Sarah.  At that point, she was summoned by Bella.
“Maid?  There are empty glasses.  Collect them up and hand out new ones.  Now!”
Sarah hastened to obey, and, once all the empty glasses had been deposited on her tray, returned to the table where Kitty was ready to load her up with full ones.  She had about six, and when she plunged back into the room, she was immediately summoned by the little knot of women around Tracey.  She went up to the first - I think her name was Betony - but instead of taking her glass straight away, Betony began to chat smilingly to Sarah, stroking her thigh at the same time.  Slowly, her hand made its way between Sarah’s legs, and with two fingers she began to gently massage her pussy through her panties.  Sarah was biting her lip, clearly trying to keep her cool, but I could see she was trembling slightly, agitating the surface of the wine in the glasses.  After a minute Betony desisted, held up her fingers to show the others, and wiped them on Sarah’s thigh.  Sarah passed on to the next guest, and a similar process began.  After the third time, her cheeks were glowing, and she looked on the verge of fainting.  I had given up all pretence of listening to my colleague, and now I watched, riveted, heart thumping, to see what would happen next.  I wasn’t disappointed.  Sarah still had two glasses of wine on her tray.  But now Tracey, glancing around the room quickly to check she was not being watched, stepped in again.  I didn't want spoil things by being too obvious, so I pretended to be looking at my phone, whilst watching proceedings out of the corner of my eye.  Positioning herself next to Sarah, with the rest of her friends forming an arc in front of them, I saw her reach down and pull the crotch of Sarah’s panties to one side.  Sam came forward and stood at ninety degrees to her friend, shielding Sarah from general view.  However, I could catch brief glimpses of what was going on.  I saw Sam push one, and after a minute or so two, fingers up inside Sarah, making her gasp and squirm.  But in her chained ballet boots, with glasses still on her tray, there wasn't much she could do to resist.  The friends looked on eagerly, fidgeting with excitement.  Soon Sam’s hand was moving quickly up and down, and within a few seconds the inevitable happened.  Sarah threw back her head, and I’m sure she would have cried out loud, had not Tracey quickly covered her mouth.  As it was, her body was jolted with orgasm, which took the best part of a minute to subside.  Tracey then readjusted her panties, handed out the final two glasses of wine, and, giving her a pat on the bottom, sent her away.  I found myself involuntarily shaking and damp with excitement.  Sarah was now at the table, collecting more glasses, and as she leant forward I could see she was wet to her stocking tops.  I took a deep breath, and went over to her.
“Sarah.  You OK?  Why don’t you go and clean up?”
“I have to get Bella’s permission.”
“Just go.  I’ll clear it with her.”
“OK.  Thanks, madam.”
I sought out Bella.
“Sarah’s just gone to the loo.  I told her it would be all right.”
Bella looked at me blankly.  Her eyes were swimming.
“Are you feeling OK, Bella?”
“Dunno.  It suddenly…hit me.  I….”
“What have you been drinking?  Oh, I see…”  She had a glass of wine in one hand, and a large vodka in the other.  Her friend grinned at me.
“She’s been doing that all evening.”
“I want to lie down….” She murmured.
I helped her to a bedroom.  We passed Sarah on the way, and I threw her a friendly wink.  Bella collapsed on the bed, and was immediately asleep.  I covered her with the duvet, and left her, and returned to the party.  I confess the episode had made me aroused.  I had a couple more drinks.  I feel a little ashamed of what I did next.  I can only blame it on the alcohol.  I justified my plan by the thought that it was probably what Sarah needed.  I went over to the little group of Tracey, Sam and friends.  They looked at me unsmiling. 
“I saw what you just did.”
“What did we do?” asked Tracey, defiantly.
“With Sarah.”
“Yeah?  So what?” said Sam.  “What’s it to do with you?  She ain’t your property.”
“No.  She’s Bella’s.”
“Well, Bella’s out of it.  Where is she, anyway?”
“I’ve just put her to bed.”
“Really.”
Yes.  So we can do what we like with Sarah.  Are you interested?”
They stared at me.
“I’ve got a couple of toys with me.  Want to see?”
“Okay…” said Tracey, uncertainly.
“Back in a sec.”
I went and fetched my bag.  When I returned to the room Jayne was waiting for me.
“What’s going on, J?  Why are you with those guys?  Come an’ have a drink with me, yeah?”
“You look as though you’ve had quite a bit already.”
“Yeah.  I love parties.  ‘Specially when there’s so much booze…”
“I’m arranging some party games.  Come and see.”
”What games?”
“Come see!”
“OK then.”
We made our way back to Tracey’s crowd.
“Jayne, I think you’ve met most of Tracey's friends.”
“Yeah, I guess...”
“Well, I’m sorry to tell you they’re the worst of a bad lot.  Very, very naughty.  Aren’t you girls?”
In chorus; “Yeah!  We're the baddest!”
“No, sorry, I’m the baddest at this party,” responded Jane, putting her hands on her hips and thrusting her face forward confrontationally.  “You wanna argue?”
“We’ll see,” I said.  “Are you up for a little fun with Sarah?”
“You bet, darling,” said Jayne.  “I’ve been waiting for the party to start since half six.  I didn’t spend all that time dressin’ and prettifyin’ her just for her to get off scot free.”
“Well she hasn’t, Jayne, but somehow you missed round one.  Take a look at these.”
First I produced the ball gag – a nice red ball on a pink strap, to match her outfit.  They stared open-mouthed.  I handed it to Sam.  Next, a medium-sized butt-plug, smooth and black.  They couldn’t believe their eyes.  They handed it round gingerly.  When I brought out the little pink vibrator, no bigger than a lipstick, they were crowding round, fascinated.
“It ain’t very big, is it?” remarked Sam, taking it from me.
“It’s purely for external use, Sam.  It small, but powerful.  It works, I assure you.”
She turned it on.  It nearly jumped out of her hand.
“Wow, you're not joking, are you!  Imagine that on your clit!”
“Quite.  But if its penetration you’re thinking of, I have one more thing.”
I produced a strap-on,, in my favourite colour: a blue phallus mounted on a black leather plate with black straps.
“Oh my god,” said Jayne, “I bags first go with that!”
“So what do you think?” I asked.  “Are you on board?”
There was a universal cry of approval.  The other guests stopped their talking and dancing and stared.  Sarah looked over at us, puzzled.  The party was just about to change up a gear.

[krystalasbaby2017]

looking forward to seeing what happens next, are those girls going to get what is coming to them?

[Sandra B]

Chapter 28.  Maid for Pleasure.

“Ok,” I whispered, “Jayne and I will get the ball rolling.”
“Leave it to me,” said Jayne.  “I know just what to do.  Let’s take her back to the bedroom.”
“Whenever you’re ready,” I said, putting the toys back into my bag.
We made our way to the table, where Sarah was being relieved of empty glasses.
“Can we borrow her a minute, please?” smiled Jayne.  “We need to make a little adjustment.  Sarah, come with us.”
Jayne led the way back down the corridor.
“Sarah darling,” she was saying, “I’m not completely satisfied with your deportment.”
“My deportment, miss?”
“Yes.  It’s important for a maid to carry herself properly.  Nice and straight and upright.  Dignified.  Know what I mean?  Fortunately we can do something about that.”
She ushered Sarah into the bedroom.  I followed.
“Now, dear, take off your panties.  Here, let me help.  It’s difficult in those boots, isn’t it?”
Sarah looked slightly alarmed, but she knew better than to query her instructions.
Jayne slipped Sarah’s panties down, and she stepped out of them.
“Goodness, girl, they’re soaking wet!  What have you been up to?”
“Nothing, miss, I, er…I…”
“Take off that tray, too.  Here, let me undo it.  That’s better!”
She tossed the tray onto the bed.
“What happened out there?”
Sarah hung her head.
“It was Tracey an’ that lot, miss Jayne.  You probably didn’t see.”
“I didn’t.”  She looked at me.  “Was that the “round one” you mentioned?”
“It was.  Tell Jayne what happened, Sarah.”
“It’s so embarrassing, miss….”
“That’s all right.  Just tell me.”
Sarah had lapsed into juvenile mode.  I’d seen it before.  It was everything - the humiliating outfit, her role as a maid, and the way everyone was treating her.
“Well, miss, like I said, it was that Tracey and that Sam that were the ringleaders.  They got me over in the corner there, and started messing about.”
“Messing about?”
“You know, touching me up and everything.  I couldn’t get away in these boots an’ all.  I would’ve spilt the drinks again, too.  So I had to just stand there, while they….”
“Yes?” asked Jayne, interested.  “They what?”
“Like I say, they were touching me up, playing with my pussy, and I was getting more and more…you know…and I was pleading with them to stop, pleading.  I was saying to Tracey, “please miss, please stop them!”  And she was just smiling, and she said I looked as though I liked it, and my panties were getting all sticky, and I didn’t know what to do, and then….”
“Yes.  Don’t be shy.  You can tell me, darling,” urged Jayne.
“Then….it’s very bad…Tracey pulled my panties aside, and Sam…”
“Yes?”
“Sam…put her finger inside me!”
“She didn’t!”
“She did!  And she was sliding it in an out, and I was saying, “stop, oh please stop,” and I was getting more and more…and then she put two in, and went faster, till I knew I couldn’t….  I was still begging them to stop, and they were all looking at me and grinning, and she went faster and faster, and I was sure everyone in the room could hear the sounds, cos I was so wet, I couldn’t help it, and I was saying, “please make her stop, Tracey – I don’t want…in front of all these people,” and then one of them, I think it was Candy, said, “keep going, I think she’s nearly there!”, and all of a sudden, I couldn’t hold it any more, and…and I came!  I tried not to, I did, really.  And that Tracey put her hand over my mouth to stop me crying out, and they all laughed and clapped!  It was horrible!”
“Oh, Sarah, that’s awful!  How could they!  I’ll have a stern word with that Tracey about it, don’t worry.  That’s terrible, isn’t it J?”
“Yes.  I’m shocked.  Very bad behaviour.  There’s really no excuse, is there?”
“Never mind, Sarah,” said Jayne, suppressing a smile.  “Luckily I brought you a spare pair of panties.  But before we put them on you, I need you to bend over a little.  We have something that going to keep you nice and poised and erect.”
She pushed Sarah forward a little and waited for me to hand her the plug.  I took it out of my bag and smeared it with lube from the tube I always carried.
“Careful.  It’s slippery.”
“It’s quite big, isn’t it, J?”
“It’ll be perfect for Sarah.”
“What are you doing?” asked Sarah, nervously.
“Keep still, dear.  Open your legs a little.  Good girl.  This’ll only take a moment.
Whilst I gently separated Sarah’s buttocks, Jayne began to insert the plug.  Sarah gave a little cry of protest, but she realised at once she had no choice.  Once it was half-way in, Jayne gave it a little push, and it slid home firmly, with nothing showing but a small black button.
“There.  I’m sure that feels better, doesn’t it.  Doesn’t it?”
“Yes miss.  Thank you miss.”
“Now, let me get your clean panties….  Here we are.  Just step in…  And there.  All done.  We can go back, now, can’t we, Jacinth?” 

We returned to the lounge.  The plug was having the desired effect; Sarah was walking very tall and erect.
“We’re going to talk to Tracey and sort this out, Sarah,” I said.  “You can’t serve any drinks without your tray, so if you’d just like to wait here for a moment…”
“Thank you, miss.”
Jayne and I went over to talk to the miscreants. 
“I’ve heard about what happened,” said Jayne, with a wink.  “I confess, you lot are badder than I thought.  The poor girl’s very upset.”
“Yes, but we’ve revived her a little with the butt plug.  See how nice and straight she’s standing?”
“Ooh, yes,” said Sam.  “So what’s the plan?”
“Well, how about this?”  And I unfolded my idea.  “But first I think we should loosen her up with a drink or two, don’t you?  She been working so hard.”
They all nodded.  I called Sarah over.
“Sarah,” said Tracey, “I’m sorry we got a bit carried away just now.  I apologise.  I realise now it wasn’t very nice of us.  Do you forgive us?”
“Yes, Miss Tracey.  I’m just the maid, after all.  It’s not my place…”
“Good girl.  Please have a drink with us.  You deserve a break.”
“Well, I’m not sure I should….  Bella…”
“Don’t worry, Sarah,” I said.  “She’s fast asleep, and will be for hours by the look of her.  Here, I’ll get you a glass of wine, and undo your hands.”
Jayne and I went to the table and brought over full glasses.  Everyone in the room was having a good time, and was inebriated to one degree or another.  Soon we were all chatting and drinking happily.  Sarah must have been thirsty after her experience.  She emptied one glass and I got her another.  The sudden release from servitude, combined with the alcohol, and the carefree atmosphere, seemed to have given her a false sense of security.  So charmingly naĂŻve!  After the third glass, she was chatting and laughing with the others as if they were old friends.
“So, Sarah,” smiled Tracey, “what’s it like working for Bella?”
“Well…”
“I imagine she’s quite a martinet.  I know I wouldn’t like to be her sub.”
“She is!  Well, maybe I shouldn’t say it….  Please don’t tell her.”
“Of course not!  I’ve never liked her very much.  Nor that boyfriend of hers…what’s his name?  Martin?”
“Michael.”
“Michael.  That’s right.  How do you get on with him?”
“Not very well, Tracey.”  Sarah, becoming bolder and a little tipsy, seemed to have completely forgotten her place.  “No.  Not at all well.  Do you know, she makes me…oh, no, I’d better not say…”
“Oh, come on!  You can tell us.  We’re your friends.”
So she told them.  All the stuff she’d told me on the phone. 
“Goodness, dear.  Here, have another glass.  I’m shocked!  So you actually have to….”
“Yes!”
“Her as well?  I don’t believe it!”
“I do!  I’m telling you!”
“I’ve never heard of a maid being used for that!  Don’t you object?”
“I can’t!  She’d just punish me if I tried.  Anyway, it’s not that bad.  She gets so aroused, sometimes I think she prefers that to having sex with Michael.  I can’t help getting a little excited myself.”
“Really?  So you like doing it?”
“Well, I wouldn’t say that…”
“I think you should give us a demonstration.”
“What?  Sorry….I don’t…”
“I’m sure we could find a volunteer for you.”  She raised her voice.  “Girls?  Our little maid here has been telling me all about the nice things she has to do for her mistress…”  The hubbub of conversation subsided, and everyone looked at Tracey, waiting for elucidation.  Sarah looked at her with horror.
“Tracey….no, please!”
“Such as?” someone asked.
“You know, when she goes down on her knees…”
A chorus of “Ooooh”.
“I was wondering….maybe we should ask her for a demonstration.  What do you think?”
Several voices shouted, “Yes!”  “Sweet!”
“But we’d need a volunteer…..”
There was a moment of silent incredulity, then a flurry of hands and chorus of shouts:  “I will!”  “Me, me!”  “Yes!”
“Tracey, why did you do that?  It’s not fair!”
“Miss Tracey to you, young lady!  Now, put that drink down.  It’s time for work!”