Lady's Maid Ch. 01: Role Reversal

"You are so much kinder to me and the staff Lady Pixie, so we're delighted that her Ladyship is leaving you in charge this weekend."

I felt a little flutter at her praise:

"Why Annie, that's a sweet thing to say. It's just that Mama and Lady Flora take a more traditional view of these things."

"Well Ma'am you are in charge now. Shall I give the cook orders for a light lunch and supper? I am happy to tell George to get on with the usual garden work. Will you ride this afternoon? I can get Will to saddle Blaze whenever you like Ma'am."

"Thank you Annie. Yes, do. Do you have things Mama wants done?"

Annie was such a well-organised woman. She had the natural authority which comes with ability. I wondered what she might have been had life dealt her a better hand. But the war had left many orphans and widows, and Annie's mama dying soon after her papa had left her with few choices. My mama had selected her from the village school, liking her intelligence. She had repaid Mama's faith, and only a year after joining us, was indispensable.

She had arrived while I had been in Switzerland at Finishing School. Papa thought education wasted on young ladies. Though petite, I was pretty enough, and after Benenden the thing was to polish me up for the Season and hopefully marry me off. Switzerland had done the first, and next week the Debutantes' balls started, which would, he hoped, do the second. I was rather dreading it if truth be told, but there was no use telling Mama, she would just have scolded me as usual. My thoughts were brought back to reality by Annie.

"I thought, Ma'am you might like some help planning your outfits for next week. I think if I remember Lady Thea aright, you are out four nights?"

"Oh would you Annie? That would be splendid."

That was our afternoon taken care of. I spent the morning checking things were running smoothly. I knew Mama was testing me. A lady had to know how to run a house. They did not run themselves, and one had to show the staff who was in control. I thought I made a decent fist of it, but it really was not in my nature to control others.

I took a light lunch of smoked salmon in the conservatory and then played the piano for a while.

"Now would suit me Ma'am."

"Now? Oh, I see, clothes," I giggled.

We went back to my spacious room.

"Now, Lady Pixie, shall I select dresses for your approval?"

Relieved that she was happy to choose, I agreed.

She chose some of the more daring French gowns Mama had insisted on buying along with the staider ones from Flora's coming out balls.

"Right my lady, let's see how you look."

I used to love playing dressing up when I was little. My sister Flora and I would pretend to be big and grown up; this reminded me of that.

"Well, my lady, shall I help you out of your day dress?"

The idea of Annie seeing me in my undies sent a little thrill through me. I assented.

She skilfully unbuttoned my dress and helped me out of it, and signalling that my chemise would be redundant, stripped me of that too. Standing there in my white bra, knickers and stockings I felt deliciously exposed.

"Well my lady, we can say that your husband is in for a treat."

"Oh Annie, do you think? I have such small bosoms. I thought gentlemen preferred better endowed ladies such as yourself?"

"Why my lady, you have perfect little titties. Do you really suppose them insufficient? Would you like to check?"

Standing there in my undies, I was aware of a dampness between my thighs. I loved her calling my bosoms "titties," it felt taboo and exciting. Was she really offering to show me her bosoms?

"Would you mind? It might help."

"Unbutton me Lady Pixie."

I did. She wore no chemise, and out of her maid's dress she stood in just knickers and bra.

"Unhook my bra."

With shaking hands I did so.

"What do you think?"

Overcome with the wetness between my thighs, I thought her twin peaks were simply gorgeous. There was a slight sag, her nipples were hard and crinkled the way mine were. My hands would not cover them. They were so much larger than mine.

"Shall I remove your bra?"

Giggling, I nodded assent.

"I see you wear padding. You really are flat aren't you?"

"I am, does it matter?"

"No, it is so fashionable, and I am sure the gowns will hang better for it. Go braless and let's see."

I slipped into the green gown, and she was right, with no bra and a v-shaped neckline, I looked quite sophisticated.

"Twirl for me!"

I did.

She clapped her hands. Why my lady, you look like one of those film stars. I love it."

I smiled. I noticed she was sitting with her legs open. I could see hairs poking out, and a wet patch on her knickers.

"Now the next"

I tried on two more and twirled.

"Try this one."

The red dress was terribly fashionable, a bit short, but the latest thing.

As I put it on I couldn't but notice that Annie's wet patch had grown.

I twirled again.

"Oh that's a delight. Bend over for me."

I bent over.

"I thought so, your knickers are showing. Take them off."

I slipped them off.

"Bend."

I did.

"That's better. But don't leave your knickers on the floor, like a bad girl, give them here."

I did as I was told.

"Why are these wet?"

I felt a blush start at my breasts and go up me,

"Maybe for the same reason yours are?" I giggled.

Annie's eyes locked on mine.

"Care to investigate Lady Pixie?"

Trembling, I nodded.

"On your knees and between my legs, now!"

As I crawled between her thighs I felt a sense of calm and comfort. This felt so good. My nose brushed against her lips where they swelled in her knickers. I felt her hands patting my head.

"How does that feel Lady Pixie? You seem to like it."

"Oh Annie, I do, I do, it feels good here."

"You want to sniff me little bitch?"

Suddenly between my legs became even messier, and I imagined myself as her bitch.

"Oh, oh, Annie, yes, yes please may I?"

"Yes, but does that make you the Hon. Bitch?"

I felt light-headed, a shudder passed through me at her words and the reality they transported me to.

I felt her hands patting my head.

"Yes, yes, it does, oh Annie, may I lick your pussy?"

"Is Lady Pixie begging to lick her maid's pussy?"

A whimper escaped my lips as I moaned at the very thought. It was plain that Annie's knickers were soaking now.

"Oh, oh Annie, yes, yes I am. May I?"

"You may - if you confess to being my little bitch."

Again I felt light-headed and a shudder passed through my body.

"I am, I am Annie, I am your little bitch."

"Pull my knickers aside and lick me bitch!"

Trembling with excitement, my fingers pulled aside the wet cotton, and for the first time I felt another woman's pussy. It smelt ripe and juicy. I was not sure what to do but followed instinct.

Using my other hand to press her lips apart, I applied the tip of my tongue to where I would have touched my own pussy. From the shudder that passed through her and her moans, I knew I had done the right thing.

Her wetness engulfed me. I could smell her pussy goo, but also other things, and they all made me wild. My tongue swirled around her and licked where she made the most noise. Her hands were pressing my head into her wetness. It felt as though simultaneously I was doing what I wanted but also what she was making me do. I wanted that. I suddenly wanted to be made to do what it was I knew I wanted to do anyway.

"Oh fuck, the Hon. Bitch is such a good pussy-licker. You are mine now, my little bitch, oh fuck, your ladyship, I love this, I love you!"

I had known it. I had felt it. I felt it back too. This was not about sex, it was about something so, so much more. There was a kindness, a sense that she knew I needed this and was giving it to me because she loved me.

"I love you, Annie!" I moaned as I went back to licking her pussy. She exploded in my face, squirting me with her wetness.

Annie pulled me into her as her orgasm claimed her. I had read about this, but never experienced it. It felt a joy and a pleasure for me to be part of it.

As she subsided into whimpering, she pulled me up and kissed me.

"Oh Pixie, that was divine. And for you?"

I loved the way she loved tasting herself on my lips. It felt so intimate and yet naughty.

I looked at her.

"Yes, for me too Annie."

"How do you feel now? Do you want to revert to our usual roles or are you happy to explore this? Know, darling, that this is our game, in real life nothing changes, but if you need and want this here, you can have it?"

I felt relief, but then I know I would. In the wrong hands this could have been a terrible mistake, and an unscrupulous woman, knowing I had this weakness could have made much of it. But Annie made of it a safe game for us. Suddenly I wanted to explore its limits, assuming there were any.

"No, Miss Annie, I am happy to have this with you?"

She smiled, and my world grew lighter with it

"Good, and I like the 'Miss Annie' thing, keep that up."

I smiled back, happy to have pleased her.

"You are ready to follow my instructions my little bitch?"

From my kneeling position I looked up and agreed, nodding.

"So, even if I were to get the Butler and the Gardener to come in her and roger you you'd do it?"

I was scared, but excited, and so I nodded:

"I trust you."

"So Lady Pixie would become a whore for the staff would she?"

I could not believe she would make me, but I nodded, knowing that if she said it I would obey her.

"Lady Pixieslut, rogered by the male staff and used for their pleasure? Is that what you want?"

"No Miss, but if it is what you want, I will!"

"I want you stark naked when I return, bitch. I want you kneeling, arms to your side and thighs apart. You will do whatever I say, understand?"

I would, I felt, die of shame if any of the men were to see me like this, but such was the will to obey that I said I would.

Standing, she adjusted her knickers and dress and left the room.

I scrambled out of my remaining clothes, and knelt as ordered.

I had time to reflect.

Here I was, Lady Pixie, reduced to the status of a bitch for my dominant Maid, Annie. The very thought made my pussy drip, and the fact that I had no idea what was coming, made me shiver. I believed she loved me, and I could not think she would make me behave like a whore for the male staff, apart from anything else it would have been hard to keep that secret. But if that was her command and her wish, I would do it.

I imagined myself bent over, shamefully exposed, the male staff seeing my intimate parts displayed for them. It would be awful, but if she wanted. I had never been with a man, but if she wanted me to surrender myself, I should do it. But I could not imagine how I could live with it, or how it would work out. Surely the secret would never be kept, and if Mama discovered it, oh my!

Still I knelt as ordered. My little breasts felt sensitive, and my nipples were bright pink and swollen. My pubic hair was soaking, as were my thighs. What would she make me do? Whatever it was, I knew I would do it. But I was relying on the love we had declared for each other to keep me safe.

I heard the door open. There was only a single set of footsteps, hers. I breathed a sigh of relief, I had half expected her to come back with a man.

"Now Lady Pixie, you have had time to think. Are you still willing to do anything I tell you?"

"Yes Mistress Annie, I am!"

"Good girl. I like that, 'Mistress,' we shall keep that, little bitch. This is your last chance to withdraw and no more will be said. If we proceed it will be on the basis of your total unquestioning obedience. You will give me that for the reason I accept it, love."

I could hear her behind me and spoke up.

"Mistress Annie, I am your obedient little bitch and will do whatever you say because I trust your love and I love you."

She clapped her hands and sounded as happy as I felt.

"That's the only reason Lady Pixie, and we can work out how we cope in real life outside this room later."

"Oh yes, Mistress Annie, as long as I can be yours."

"Good girl. Now turn and crawl to me like the little bitch you are."

Turning, I got onto all fours and crawled to her.

"Up girl!"

I knelt up and looked at her. I saw what she had in her hands and shuddered with pleasure.

"Bitches should not be without a collar and leash, don't you agree Lady Pixie?"

"Oh yes, Mistress, they need that!"

"Hold your hair up so I can collar you."

I gathered my hair up and looked at her.

She had one of the dog collars, a red one which had belonged to the Labrador bitch Ma used to have. She placed it carefully round my neck, fastening it gently but firmly.

"How does that feel?"

"Mistress, so good."

"Excellent, now for your leash and I shall walk you round the room."

She attached the leash and I got onto all fours again, allowing her to walk me around the room. I felt at once utterly humiliated and totally content. I was hers, and if this was the manifestation of it, I was happy.

"Now cuddle up beside me my little bitch."

It felt natural and lovely to cuddle up beside her on the couch. I felt warm and loved.

"You like this don't you Pixie?"

I smiled at her.

"Yes, Annie. And I think I know how we go forward. Mama wants me to have a place in town, and I should need a maid, so if you were to come?"

"I would come darling, but we both know who would be the Maid, don't we?"

I shivered with delight, as we both did.

It was going to be a "Season" to look forward to, I reflected, nestling against her.