.. jus’ a mite nervous. Ah’s alsa been real ‘cited, the otha girls say you like to make it good foah the girl too.”Jake kissed behind my ear, ...“It’s much better that way. Do you rub yourself imagining what it will be like?”“Ah ... Ah can’t help it, Mastah, it feels too good,” my cheeks burned during my confession.“That’s nothing to be ashamed of. In fact I’m glad to hear it. Now, I’m sure you’ve been told all sorts of rot about having to obey and just put up with male. "I suppose that means we haveourwork cut for us?" Carly smiled andcasually walked into the living room."We got this, honey," another voice called from the front doorway." Owen'sother mother Laurie walked in and sat down at the kitchen table. Shegrabbed the carafe in front of her and poured herself a mug of coffee."Oh, hey babe." Carly kissed Laurie on the top of the head as she returnedand sat down. Owen leaned against the fridge in a self-hug."I think I'm following you, hon," Laurie said as. Kicking her shoes under the bed and flicking the lid off the hamper in the corner, I dropped in the bundle, then stretched for the plain white t-shirt just out of reach. Then I saw them, a pair of tiny lavender panties up against her bedside table. Sitting on her bed, I bent down to pick them up. The softness of the satin instantly tingled my fingertips. I held them out in front of me, studying the cute little bow on the front of the waistband, and the frilly, lace embellishments down either. Mistress Lisa had me wear a black bra underneath it which could be seen clearly through the thin material. I had sheer pantyhose (7 denier) under my tight maroon skirt and three inch heeled black court shoes.I spent all day perched on her desk, bending down to get things and generally being a tart for her amusement. I had to change into my maid dress as soon as we got home and serve her dinner as usual.The next stage of my punishment was that suggested by the lady Mistress Lisa asked on-line..