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"Put a good shine on my boyfriend's shoes, Cissie. If you don't do a proper job, I'll have to give you a spanking!" she'd say as she shook her finger at me in warning.

It was probably a joke, but I never took any chances. I'd obediently say, "Yes, Miss Cindy," and make sure I put a perfect shine on Frank's shoes.

I once slipped off my high heeled pumps to see how Frank's shoes fit. They were much to big and 'rattled' around on my nyloned feet.

As they got ready to leave for their evenings out, I'd help them on with their coats. Cindy would always give me last minute instructions at the door.

"Try to finish all Frank's laundry and ironing tonight, Cissie. I have other things for you to do tomorrow, so you won't have time then. Turn down our bed and lay out my little black LaPerla chemise for me to wear tonight. Frank loves me in that — don't you, honey," she said as she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

Just before they left to go out, Cindy whispered to me. "Now you know how Cinderella felt, Cissie. Don't wait up, we'll be pretty late tonight. We'll call for you in the morning when we want breakfast."

CINDY OFTEN DRESSED IN SEXY LOUNGING THINGS AT HOME, especially if Frank was around. Frank would reach under her top and leisurely feel her up as they watched TV together. I would always blush and leave the room if I caught them making out, but they were comfortable with it and openly displayed their affection for each other in front of me.

Miss Cindy's girlfriends still came for dinner now and then on Thursday nights, and they were curious how the "sissy maid" was handling the new household situation. Miss Cindy looked a little confused when they brought it up. She told them I was still her servant, of course, and nothing had changed.

"What does my having a boyfriend have to do with my maid?" she asked them with a puzzled look. She acted as if the question were stupid. Didn't they realize her maid was completely trained, and would do anything she said?

One evening Miss Debbie rather boldly asked about my sex life just as I was walking back toward the living room with

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a tray of drinks. They didn't know I was just around the corner listening, so unfortunately I heard Miss Cindy's matter-of-fact answer.

"I guess the little sissy takes care of himself, but I don't really care as long as he gets his housework done," she told her friends.

I blushed and hesitated as I walked into the room. Miss Debbie and Miss Susan giggled nervously, ashamed at being caught talking about my pitiful sex life, but Miss Cindy just stared at me and sent me off to her bedroom to fetch her a sweater. One of the hardest things I had to get used to was preparing Miss Cindy for bed on nights when Frank was staying over. She always had me dress her in something sexy to please her lover. As I turned down the bed and fluffed up the pillows, Miss Cindy would talk about what she was going to do with Frank in bed. She'd giggle girlishly as she confided in me as casually as she'd talk with her best girlfriend.

Sometimes Frank would drift into the bedroom with Cindy to watch while I helped her get undressed. He would then tell me what he wanted his girlfriend to wear to bed with him. Cindy would sit on her bed nude and giggle as I'd curtsy and answer, "Yes, Sir, of course.

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I'd scamper off to get whatever sexy outfit he'd specified and dress Miss Cindy in it. He'd sit and watch in anticipation as Cindy would stretch sexily as I helped her on with some little bit of silk.

It was frustrating to see them hug and kiss each other while I was still straightening up their bedroom. And it was sheer torture to see his hands casually slip down her back and feel up her gorgeous rear through some silky teddy or something! To add to it all, Frank would occasionally even say something slightly mean to me.

"Get out of here, Cissie I don't need you to help me lay my girlfriend!" was one example of his rather harsh dismissals.

For me, the words "my girlfriend" were as upsetting as the rest of it. He owned her in a way I didn't — Cindy was plainly his girlfriend and he was her lover. The entire situation seemed designed to stretch the limits of my jealousy!

Wednesday nights, however, were even harder for me to get used to than Frank's stupid, harsh comments. Cindy would leave the apartment Wednesday morning for the studio and spend the night at Frank's, not returning until after her