"Allysyn! Get in here this instant!!" My Mistress calls! She sounds angry thought."Allysyn! Get in here this instant!!" My Mistress calls! She sounds angry thought. "What transgression could I have possibly committed?", I thought, quickly quashing the question in my mind. A slave's lot is not to question, merely to serve and obey. I quickly turned and went to Mistress, eagerly in fact, even though I knew I She was angry. Passing by a hall mirror, I checked my uniform briefly so as to avoid angering Mistress further. The tight French Maids outfit was all in place: the short, black satin skirt, the black satin chemise with ruffled white lace trim (low cut, to show my lack of cleavage), white lace apron, maids cap perched on top of mu carefully coiffured chestnut brown wig, petticoats to fluff out the skirt, black, seamed fishnet stockings, black patent leather four and a half inch heels, elbow length black satin gloves, and to top everything off, a two inch wide black leather collar fastened tightly around my neck. |