Sprite's Preparation

1.

"Mistress, is my bow even?" I twisted back and forth in front of the mirror in the maid's quarters. I tugged at the strings of my pinafore, trying to get them to hang even down the back of my skirt.

Mistress Anna pushed my hands away. "Stop fussing!" She adjusted the ties until the loops were symmetrical and the ends fell in perfect alignment.

"There. Perfect." She stepped back to appraise her work, then took a moment to inspect me fully. Her ash-brown hair cascaded around her shoulders in soft waves, framing a face with expertly applied makeup. She wore a fitted white blouse tucked into a sleek leather skirt that hugged her curves, tan hose that accentuated her long, shapely legs, and 4-inch black heels that clicked faintly with each step. She was the epitome of polished sophistication, a sexy secretary straight out of a daydream. Tie her hair back and add glasses, and she could rival any fantasy librarian.

Her eyes swept over me again, and she smiled. "You're really going all out, Sprite."

I looked back at myself in the mirror, looking for any imperfection. I was wearing my black French maid's uniform, trimmed with white lace, with black stockings and 6-inch patent leather stilettos. I wore a black corset, cinching my waist to waspish proportions. The cups of the corset pushed my breasts up and out, making them appear to defy gravity. The white lace pinafore wrapped around my waist, drawing attention to the prominent swell of my cleavage.

I had placed a lacy maid cap on my head with black and white ribbon streamers falling down my neck. My platinum curls were tied back in a loose braid and secured with a black bow. I had taken great care with my makeup. My eyes were framed by smoky shadow and my full, augmented lips glistened with bright red gloss.

I was a vision of legs, breasts, black satin, and white lace. I responded to my sister's comment,

"I always want to look good for Mistress. Today, I need to look especially perfect on behalf of her."

She smiled, "I think you've succeeded, Sprite. You look wonderful!"

I curtsied in response. "Thank you, Mistress Anna, You look pretty fabulous yourself!"

Mistress Anna had come in while I was getting ready. She had some questions about the events of the previous day. I had spent the day gagged and recovering from a particularly intense paddling. Not to mention the development of a new demeaning maid position.

I admitted to her that my bottom was still sore, but not overly painful. The lotion Mistress Emily regularly applied to my butt cheeks helped take the edge off over the course of the day.

"Why did she punish you like that?" She asked, her expression showed interest and confusion. "Did she ever tell you?"

"Yes, Mistress." I dropped my gaze, fingers brushing the folds of my skirt as I answered. "We had an... intimate moment the night before, and Mistress felt it necessary to reestablish the dynamic between us. She needed to remind me that she is the Mistress and I am the maid." I glanced at my reflection, taking in the careful construction of my sexy maidservant finery. "I'm sure I won't forget my place."

A look of excitement came forth in her eyes, "I'm sure-"

My heart skipped a beat as the shrill beep of the call alarm shattered the moment. The sound, sharp and unyielding, echoed through the maid's quarters, silencing us both. Mistress was summoning me to her room.

I rushed to press the acknowledge button, my hands moving with automatic precision. My leash with the black satin handle dangled nearby, waiting. I clipped it to my collar, the familiar weight grounding me in my role. With a quick curtsy to my sister, I turned on my heel and hurried out of the room, the sharp click of my stilettos punctuating my urgency.

Mistress was waiting.

I paused outside her door and gave myself another once-over, making sure my skirt was wrinkle free, my stockings were straight, and my breasts were properly contained yet on display.

Hoping that she would be satisfied with my appearance, I softly rapped on the door. At her bidding, I stepped into her sanctum.

The sight of her stole my breath. My chastity strained against its cage as my eyes roamed over her. Her makeup was flawless, accentuating the regal planes of her face. Auburn waves cascaded over her bare shoulders, the soft morning light filtering through the lacy curtains bathing her in an ethereal glow. The smell of roses permeated the room. She was mostly naked, wearing only a pair of lacy purple panties that clung to her hips with sinful delicacy. Several outfits lay strewn across the bed, waiting for her to choose from..

She looked me over, her eyes squinting with critical judgement.

"You are going to be the first thing Josephine sees when she gets to the front door, are you sure this," she waved her hand at my uniform, "Is the image you want to project?"

The bottom fell out of my stomach. The very idea of disappointing my Mistress sent a chill up my spine. I stammered, desperate to explain myself.

"M-M-Mistress? I thought you wanted the classic sissy maid! I wanted to look perfect for you, Mistress! I-I can go change to some--"

Mistress held up her hand, silencing my babbling with a grin. "I'm kidding Muffin! Just breaking your tiny little balls! You look perfect and beautiful."

Relief washed over me, and I exhaled shakily, my hands clasped in front of me to steady myself. "Thank you, Mistress," I murmured, dropping into a deep curtsy. The chill of fear melted into a rush of pride, swelling in my chest at her praise. Pleasing Mistress was everything.

She beckoned toward the bed. "What do you think of these outfits, Pumpkin? Which one do you think would give the best impression?"

She picked up the flowing green gown and held it to her bosom. "Does this say sophistication and elegance?"

She dropped it back on the bed and picked up the white blouse and black leather skirt. "Or this one, maybe sexy with a touch of severity?"

Next was a red bodycon dress with strategic sheer patches. "Just plain sexy?"

The last one was a black bustier paired with a red pencil skirt. "Seductive Siren?"

My caged willy squirmed at the idea of all of them. Whatever she wore would look amazing. I perused the outfits, giving them equal consideration.

Having thought of a new idea, I perked up and turned to her. "You know, you once told me a Mistress, if she wanted, could walk around naked, only wearing high heels." I batted my lashes and gave her my best hopeful expression, "You could always do that, Mistress."

Her mouth dropped in astonishment, and for a heartbeat, the room went silent. Then, a wicked grin spread slowly across her face. "You cheeky little bitch!" she laughed.

I folded my hands in front of me and tried my innocent "Who, me?" expression for her. Judging by her arched brow, I don't think it was working.

"You are too cute!" she said, still chuckling. "I should paddle your bottom for that!"

Her words sent a shiver through me, reminding me of my still-sore butt cheeks from yesterday's spanking. I bowed my head, staying silent, hoping her joke wouldn't become serious.

She noticed my slight tremble. "Oh Baby! I was just joking!" Her voice softened, and she reached out, lifting my chin with a single finger. Her expression showed a flicker of compassion, her tenderness acted to soothe my unease.

"Yes, Mistress," I said as she released my chin. "You would look fantastic in whatever you chose to wear, Mistress, and there is no question for anyone as to who is in charge in this house."

I glanced at the garments spread across the bed, then curtsied. "May I?"

At her nod, I carefully pulled the bustier and black leather miniskirt together. A thought struck me, and I rummaged through her closet until I found a deep red button-up blouse. I added a gold belt for a touch of elegance, along with black tights and her sleek knee-high stiletto boots. Stepping back, I gestured to the ensemble with a hopeful smile.

"What do you think, Mistress?"

She held a finger to her full pink lips in thought. "Powerful, sexy, elegant even. I like it, Munchkin!" She picked up the assembled outfit and set it aside. "Put these other clothes back in their places and make the bed."

"Yes Mistress!" I bent over the bed to gather up the garments when I heard a smack and felt a sting on my bottom through my white frilly panties. "Oh!" I stood up, rubbing my backside, looking back at Mistress in surprise.

"Cheeky. Little. Bitch!" Her eyes sparkled with mirth, her grin lighting up her face.

"Yes Mistress, Thank you Mistress!" I curtsied deeply to her, hoping she was done.

She turned away from me, pulling down and stepping out of her purple panties. The sting in my bottom forgotten, I drank in her naked form, my chastity giving me sharp reminders of my limitations as her beauty overwhelmed me.

She pulled a black panty from her dresser drawer and noticed me staring at her.

"Clothes, bed, now!" she demanded, snapping her fingers and drawing me out of my trance.

Startled back into action, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment and guilt. "Yes Mistress!" I quickly gathered the garments, hanging them with care in her closet. I tried to focus on the clothes as I put them away, but I couldn't help stealing glances as she dressed herself.

"Is their room ready?" Mistress asked as she pulled the tights up her legs, lifting them up and smoothing the hosiery over her calves. She glanced at me with a slight twist at the corners of her mouth, knowing her every move was seductive.

"Yes Mistress, everything is in order." Concentrating on my task was a herculean effort when she teased me like that.

"What do you have planned for dinner?" she asked as she stepped into her boots, zipping them up with a faint metallic whir. The leather hugged her calves like a second skin, the faint creak of the material accompanying her movements.

"Vegan eggplant lasagna, Mistress," I replied, gripping a hanger a little too tightly as I tried to ground myself in the mundane act of tidying.

"You remembered they were vegan," she said, her tone warm and approving, though her eyes glinted with a playful edge. "Good for you, Princess." She pulled the leather miniskirt up over her hips, the material sliding snugly into place and hugging her curves perfectly.

I watched her fit herself into the bustier as I pulled her sheets into order. She took a few moments getting it situated with her lovely breasts sitting right in the cups. She donned the red blouse, buttoning the two bottom buttons and tucking it in the skirt's waistband. The rest of the buttons were left open, the blouse stretched over the swell of her breasts, allowing the bustier to tantalizingly peek through.

I felt totally in awe and unworthy in her presence, my chastity sending me clear statements of my unworthiness, but I was also elated, really thrilled at being owned and loved by this incredible woman.

She finished the ensemble with the gold belt and a matching necklace and earrings. Her outfit complete, She turned to me as I finished smoothing the comforter on her bed "How do I look?"

I wanted to say that my mind was full of descriptors, how she looked radiant, seductive, and commanding, how any room would be filled with her presence and power, and how any man would drop to their knees at the slightest crook of her finger. Of course all of that was true.

But my brain only had one real thought: "Huh, huh, huh, Pretty!"

Thankfully, my mouth was much more erudite, "Abuh, Abuh, Abuh, wonderful Mistress!"

Her crystal blue eyes sparkled as she stepped up to me and kissed my cheek. "My Precious!"

Her simple act sent me into a swirl of bliss! If she decided to assign me to Maid Station Number Three at that moment, I would jump to it and bask in my supplication to her.

Instead, she had more mundane thoughts on her mind. "I think bacon and eggs are in order for breakfast, Pumpkin." She said, "Our diet will be mostly vegan while our guests are here, so let's get some meat in before they arrive."

The practical words broke through my daze, grounding me in the task ahead. "Yes, Mistress!" I said, dropping into a curtsy before spinning on my heel, my stilettos clicking as I hurried to the kitchen.

2.

Mistresses Emily and Anna waited at the breakfast nook table, hands wrapped around warm coffee mugs. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mixed with the floral arrangement placed on the table center. The atmosphere was quiet and cozy.

Mistress Anna sat primly yet relaxed with her legs crossed, her top leg bouncing and the heel of her stiletto dangling from her toes. Mistress Emily was relaxed in manner and dress. In sharp contrast to her sister's sexy posh style, she wore faded blue jeans, a plain gray sweatshirt, and white sneakers. Her makeup was light, pink lip gloss and a hint of blush. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, loose strands and soft bangs framing her face in a way that made her look effortlessly charming. She radiated beauty in her casual, tomboyish way.

I wondered how many articles of clothing she went through and discarded to find today's simple style. But it wasn't my place to complain. She was Mistress and I was the maid. My job was to serve and clean as necessary.

"Mistress Brenda has requested bacon and eggs for breakfast. Would that be satisfactory for everyone?" I asked, dropping into a practiced curtsy.

Mistress Emily regarded me, her eyes narrowing. "I don't know how you do it, sissy." she opined, "I could never see myself wearing a getup like that."

Mistress Anna's head tilted with a lifted eyebrow. "You have to admit, it's very sexy, Emily."

"Sure, but it's not the kind of sexy I want to portray." our sister responded. "I guess it works for the sissy." She addressed me with a curious expression, "Does that outfit get you the cocks you are looking for?"

My face burned as my blush spread all the way to my ears. I opened my mouth to respond but faltered, unsure of what to say.

"Stop it, be nice!" Mistress Anna interjected.

Mistress Emily looked shocked "How am I not nice? I just asked if her outfit is the honey that catches the flies that she is looking for!" She straightened up in her chair. "Sheesh! I'm not always attacking her, Anna."

"Well," Mistress Anna said, sitting up straighter in her own chair, her tone softening, "You do have a habit of taking jabs when it comes to her. So forgive me for jumping to that conclusion."

I could hear the tapping of Mistress's heels coming down the hall. Her presence filled the room and demanded the attention of my sisters as she entered. "Dressing like that is more about her own self expression, gratification, and--most importantly--my choices for her." Mistress said. "Isn't that right, Muffin?"

I turned and curtsied to her, relieved and grateful for the interruption and assistance. "Yes Mistress."

She looked around the breakfast nook and took in a deep breath through her nose. "Why don't I smell bacon and eggs cooking?" she asked, a mock perplexed look on her face.

I curtsied again. "Sorry Mistress! Right away Mistress!" I rushed into the kitchen and donned my cooking apron to prepare the meals, remembering to pour a mug of coffee for Mistress first.

"Sprite, I would have expected to see your yellow dress by now." Mistress said as she accepted her coffee. "I think tomorrow is a good day for it, don't you?"

The last batch of maid's dresses that came from Mrs. Toles, our seamstress, included a canary yellow uniform. I had delayed wearing it. It was very loud. But thinking about it, it wasn't very different from the pink and pastels of my other uniforms. "Yes, of course Mistress, I will wear it tomorrow." Tweety-bird, here I come!

Mistress Emily stared at Mistress as she joined them at the table, her booted legs crossing, her leather miniskirt revealing a tantalizing stretch of thigh. "Wow! You are sex on a stick!"

Mistress blushed slightly, yet also took on an air of nonchalance as she acknowledged my middle sister. "Thank you Emily." she said with a slight smile.

Mistress Anna, seated primly with her coffee, tilted her head in mild reproach. "You could dress up a bit yourself for the company that's coming," she chided her older sister. "At least don't dress like a bum. You're supposed to be a Mistress."

Emily shot her younger sister a sharp glare. "I don't need to dress up like an oversexed tart to be a Mistress!" She turned to Brenda with a slightly sheepish expression. "No offense, Brenda. You look amazing, as always."

"None taken, Emily," Mistress replied smoothly. Her crystal-blue eyes glinted as she added, "We all have to find our own style. Either find it--or have it given to us." She delivered the final words with a pointed look at Anna, who immediately shifted in her seat.

Anna's cheeks, already tinged pink with anger, deepened to a full blush under Mistress's steady gaze. The tension in the room dissipated slightly, replaced by a nervous silence.

As I plated the bacon, scrambled eggs and buttered toast, the conversation at the table shifted to our expected visitors.

"You really haven't told us much about these people that are coming to talk to Emily."

Mistress Anna remarked, her curiosity evident as she tilted her head.

Mistress Brenda paused, considering her response. "I think it's best if you meet them without any preconceptions," she said, her tone light yet firm. "Let's just say Josephine and Cherry are very different from myself and Sprite. But they were instrumental in helping us navigate our new relationship."

She looked over at me while I prepared to serve breakfast. "Isn't that right, Sweetheart?"

"Yes Mistress." I brought the plates to the table. "Miss Cherry showed me that I could embrace my role as maid, sissy, and servant." I was looking forward to seeing them again. I hoped that my new look and skills would please them.

Mistress looked up and back and forth as if she were doing calculations in her head. "It is still her year, right?"

I had to stop and think. "Yes Mistress, It's calendar year, I think."

Mistress Emily's eyebrows knit together, confusion flickering across her face. "What does that mean?" she asked, her tone curious but slightly impatient.

Mistress Brenda's lips curled into an amused smile. "I think it's best to let them explain their relationship." Her eyes sparkled with a knowing look that only deepened the mystery.

The conversation lapsed into a companionable silence as they turned their attention to their meal. I busied myself cleaning up the kitchen, nibbling on one of my breakfast meal bars as I worked. My thoughts lingered on Cherry and Josephine. Their arrival filled me with a nervous anticipation. They had been instrumental in shaping me into who I was today, and I wanted so badly to impress them.

Once the Mistresses finished eating, I efficiently cleared the table, washed their dishes, and set about my daily chores. Mistress Anna's room was a breeze, as usual--just a bit of bed-making and light dusting.

Mistress Emily's room was a different story.

With a sigh, I stared at the whirlwind of clothing strewn across her bed, chair, and floor. The image of a badger digging a hole popped into my mind, dirt flying wildly behind it--only in this case, it was skirts, pants, and blouses scattered in chaotic piles as my sister chose her wardrobe for the day.

I rose to the challenge, gathering her discarded clothes and re-hanging them one by one. I looked at her garments as I put them away. I would love to see her in some of these outfits, they were very cute. Maybe she could let me pick something out for her to wear once in a while. I would happily do that with her. It would be almost sisterly. Well, with a Mistress/maid twist.

With the last hanger secured, I moved on to my other chores, determined to ensure everything was perfect and spotless for our visitors. I scrubbed, dusted, polished, and straightened until the afternoon slipped away. Just as I was wiping down the final surface in the living room, Mistress's heels clicked against the tile.

"They're minutes away, Pumpkin," she informed me, her voice tinged with anticipation.

I rushed to the kitchen to prepare. Miss Josephine's preferred drink was etched in my memory: Scotch with a wedge of lime. I poured the twenty five year old whiskey into a crystal tumbler, the rich amber liquid catching the light as I carefully set it on a silver tray.

With the tray balanced in one hand, I positioned myself at the front door. A quick glance in the hallway mirror confirmed that my dress was pristine, my stockings straight, and my hair perfectly in place.

Moments later, a sleek car pulled up to the curb. My heart fluttered as one of the occupants--a tall, poised figure with a sharp silhouette--stepped out and circled to the passenger side. With fluid grace, they opened the door for the second person, who emerged with an air of quiet authority.

The first figure retrieved two suitcases from the trunk before both began their approach. My pulse quickened as they climbed the stoop. Just as they reached the door, I pulled it open, lowering into a deep, practiced curtsy.

Balancing the tray effortlessly, I held it out toward Miss Josephine. My voice rang out, clear and reverent, as I greeted them.

"Welcome, Miss Josephine, to Mistress Brenda's home."