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see me as something other than her little servant. Now, with Frank in the picture, even that slight hope was fading away.

The mirror in the kitchen showed my pouting pink lips. "I hate this uniform," I said softly to myself. The puffed sleeves, lacy white apron emphasized my slender waist, the skirt swelling out over the 'hundred' snow white, taffata petticoats.

As I finished with the dishes, I said aloud, "I don't know why I let Miss Cindy buy it." To my surprise, she was standing right behind me and heard every word.

"BECAUSE!" she said without humor, "you look sweet and demure in it, exactly the kind of sissy servant a MAN like Frank would not be threatened by. Now come with me."

Miss Cindy took me by the hand, leading me to the master bedroom. I unzipped the back of her marvelous skirt and she wiggled her hips and gave it a push, sending it to the floor. As I helped her off with the bustier, I couldn't keep my eyes off her expensive Lejaby panties. The delicate lace undies flowed around the wonderful curves of her deliciously. The bit of lace had cost $76.00, but anyone seeing the panties on Cindy's great body would swear they were a bargain!

She slipped off her little panties and handed them to me. "These are nice, aren't they?" she asked, not needing an

answer.

Miss Cindy stood there nude and excitedly asked, "What should I wear, Cissie? A teddy, maybe? Which color do you think he'd like?"

I thought a moment as I put her panties in with the other hand-wash things. Hesitantly replied that her lilac silk teddy and matching short robe might be a good choice.

"It's pretty high cut, and the little frill of ecru lace at the legs and bodice is nice, Miss," I said, sounding like some boutique salesgirl.

"Perfect, Cissie I just knew you'd be good at this!" Miss Cindy said happily, clapping her hands girlishly and bouncing with anticipation. (Which, since she didn't have a stitch on, was pretty exciting for me.)

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Why was she doing this to me? It was one of the hardest things I had ever had to do to dress Miss Cindy in her sexy teddy, knowing that her new boyfriend would soon be ripping it off her and making love to her!

"Those little snaps will come in handy tonight!" Miss Cindy said as I knelt in front of her, carefully and masterfully

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snapping the crotch of her pretty little teddy for her. The model blushed as my hands inadvertently brushed her soft, sleek thighs. I caught my breath, feeling my nipples impulsively expand and contract in my brassiere.

I got Miss Cindy all ready. She directed me to perfume her in places I didn't even know women put perfume. I then turned down the bed and helped Miss Cindy light two scented candles for atmosphere.

"Go and get Frank, Cissie-go and tell him, 'My mistress wants you in her bedroom, Sir,"" Miss Cindy enthusiastically said as she laid seductively on her bed, letting her robe fall open to reveal the exquisite little silk teddy.

I hung my head and walked slowly to the living room, my skirts rustled with velvety harmony. Without much heart, I softly said, "Sir, my mistress wants you in her bedroom.

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Frank smiled a big smile and sprang up off the sofa. He knew what was in store for him, and Cindy was so gorgeous, too! He tried to act cool, but it was obvious that in his heart he was running to Cindy's room.

In a moment, I heard Miss Cindy call me from the bedroom. The couple was already in bed under the covers when I arrived.

"Bring us wine, maid-servant!" Miss Cindy ordered gleefully as I stepped in the room, blushing. I served wine to the couple.

"You go on to bed now, Cissie. We're going to something that I certainly don't require any help with! Go on now Sissy-Pants, get going," Cindy said as she sat up and reached over and swatted my bottom firmly to send me on my way! I was nearly tearful as I swallowed what tiny bit of pride I had left and answered "Yes, Miss," curtsying mechanically to the couple in bed! It was like a dream (or a nightmare!) and it was like Miss Cindy and her boyfriend weren't really there or something.

In my wildest dreams I never imagined the whole experiment going this far. If Miss Cindy had a steady lover, then I had to accept that I really was nothing more than the pretty model's little maid!

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"And don't you dare disturb us before 11:00, Cissie and please knock first, because we might be making love, of course!" Miss Cindy warned with a girlish giggle as I left, closing the master bedroom door slowly behind me.