Maid to Serve by Femdom Fred

Author:Femdom Fred
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2021-03-23T04:00:00+00:00

Standing back and looking at the serving tray I was happy with all I had. I picked up the tray and began to make my way back to the living room so that I could serve it all.

I entered the room and could feel the eyes of all eight ladies upon me. It was a weird but exciting feeling that I had. I placed the tray down on the coffee table. Mistress Evette noted that I should begin with her guests starting with Miss Haversham. I curtsied to my Mistress and acknowledge her command. Standing before Miss Haversham, I asked how she liked her coffee or tea and if she had any preferences about the cakes. Miss Haversham explained she liked coffee black with two sugars and I could make my own cake choices for her on her plate. I thanked her and curtsied, trying desperately to commit her requirements to memory. The thought of facing her wrath and contempt if I should fail to remember them next time make my stomach turn to ice. I put her order together and served her telling her what a great honour for me to be of service to her.

‘Yes, it is isn’t it?’ Miss Haversham answered, making everyone laugh and thankfully relieving some of the tension in the room. I curtsied and moved on to the next lady.

As I continued my serving duties, I could hear the ladies talking about me and complimenting my Mistress on her maid. Filled with an odd sense of pride I was distracted and spilled a tiny amount of tea from the cup and saucer I was offering to Miss Evans, the piercing girl. As the tea splashed onto her boot there was a gasp from the assembled ladies. I stood frozen like a rabbit in headlights until Mistress Evette shouted at me to clean it up immediately. I made to shuffle off to the kitchen to fetch a cloth but she shouted me back.

‘Apologise to the lady you stupid gurl,’ she yelled.

Shaking like a leaf I mumbled, ‘Ssss, so ssss sorry Miss Ev, Evans.’

‘Lick it off,’ Miss Evans smiled in a self-assured fashion.

There was a burst of laughter before Mistress Evette confirmed, ‘Don’t just stand there you stupid worthless excuse for a servant! Do as the lady says!’

As I knelt to respectfully lick the drops of tea that ran down the soft brown leather of Miss Evan’s Doc Martin boot, I felt dizzy with the submissive emotions that flooded my mind. The appalling way I was being treated had my cock straining harder than ever to erect inside its prison. How could I possibly explain the mix of fear, anxiety, lust, frustration and submissiveness I felt. I was nothing to these ladies, these beautiful ladies who rightfully looked down on me with such contempt. I deserved their contempt, indeed I lived for it, could no longer envision living without it. What had I become? I didn’t care. Truthfully, I did not care at all. I desired

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