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I was still a little nervous about serving company. Miss Debbie and Miss Susan had been to dinner several times before, however, so I wasn't really too upset at the prospect of them coming over next Friday. After a few minutes, I thought to ask which uniform I should serve in at the dinner party.

"Oh... I think you should wear that pretty new taffeta uniform the woman at Blass made up for you. You always look pretty in something short. Besides, the girls think it's cute when your panties show a little when you bend to serve,' Miss Cindy teased.

I blushed at her teasing and stuttered, "Y-your nails are done, Miss."

"Thanks. Go and catch up on the ironing now, Cissie I'll call if I need anything," Cindy said as she held out her hand and examined her wet, polished nails. It was easy for the rich young model to keep her nails long and manicured, since I did all her housework and laundry for her.

I curtsied to my pretty mistress quickly and cleaned up my things. I stopped and picked up Miss Cindy's anklets off the floor before scampering off to my room she wouldn't want to risk wearing the fuzzy little socks over her freshly polished

toes.

Stopping for a moment in my room, I looked at myself in the long mirror on the closet door. I fiddled with my hair and reached under my dress to adjust my petticoat. As I smoothed my apron in the mirror, I was struck by the image reflecting back at me the image of the perfect little maid. My stomach tightened as I realized I felt like a servant too. I looked the same as I had for several months now, but I sensed a change inside. Miss Cindy had said I'd get used to being her maid, but I hadn't really believed her.

I was scared by the changes I was feeling, but I didn't know what to do about them. While I didn't really enjoy being her maid, I didn't actually hate it, either. I was enchanted by Cindy's beauty and intense femininity, and it was exciting to live with her. It was also frustrating, but being with Miss Cindy almost made up for all the work and frustration.

After I put my manicure things away, I went into the laundry room to do the ironing. I spent lots of time in Cindy's well-equipped laundry. A short hallway directly connected it with my room, which was convenient since I was Miss Cindy's laundress as well as her maid.

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I draped one of Miss Cindy's short, intricately pleated tennis skirts over the ironing board and plugged in my iron. After the iron heated up I began carefully pressing each tiny, exacting pleat, using just a touch of starch.

"All this work, just so she can look pretty playing tennis,' I thought as I sighed with frustration. I had calculated that to wash, iron, and fold the skirt, top, and little brief of Miss Cindy's tennis outfits took me an hour and a half twice the time pampered Miss Cindy usually spent playing in them.

Since it was May, she'd be wearing and perspiring in the pretty little tennis outfits more than ever, and I'd be spending hours each week at the ironing board with her damn little pleated skirts!

I was only a few pleats from the end of my tedious ironing chore when I heard Cindy calling for me from the living room, so I smoothed my apron and went to see what she wanted.

"Go turn down my bed now, Cissie; I'm beat," Miss Cindy said as I stepped into the living room.

"Yes, Miss," I answered, curtsying to my decidedly sleepy-looking young employer.

I went to Miss Cindy's bedroom and turned down the emerald satin comforter on her king-size bed, revealing luxurious white silk sheets and pillowcases.

"She's certainly is spoiled," I whispered, remembering how much work it was laundering and ironing silk sheets. My mistress walked in the room, yawning widely.

"Unbutton me," Miss Cindy quietly ordered as she stood facing me.

I unbuttoned her little top and she shrugged and slid it off her shoulders. Her firm young breasts were as perfect as sculpture. Miss Cindy pushed her satin boxers down over her hips and kicked them off. As I bent to pick her things up, Cindy casually walked nude into her bathroom to wash her face for bed.

"Burrr, I'm cold!" Miss Cindy said to me as she strode back into the bedroom shivering, her arms crossed tightly over her breasts. She sat huddled on the bed and told me to get her something to sleep in. I picked out a soft sea-foam green satin nightshirt and matching panty from Miss Cindy's lingerie dresser. I held the satin bikini open and started to bend down with it.

"Just the top, Cissie," Cindy told me as she yawned sleepily and waved her hand at the little bikini.