Story: Becoming a Possession

by Jackie J

Chapter One

The door to Jennifer Jenkins's opulent residence opened and a smiling young woman, two cases by her side, stood on the stoop looking up at the elegant lady framed in the doorway.

“Margret Summers. Maggie, the maid vacancy.” 

Jennifer smiled down at the eager youthful figure: she was gorgeous a figure, not dissimilar to her own, and a lovely smile.

“Do come in, Maggie and thank you for agreeing to start at such short notice, I got all your details from the agency I got their details from a flyer pushed through the door.”

Maggie eyed the forty-something lady of the house expensively dressed in a tailored skirt tight on her hips firm breasts cocooned within a pristine white silk blouse, perfect makeup and flowing blonde hair hanging on her shoulders brushed by the wind and entered the secluded residence.

Taken through into the lounge Maggie sat and Jennifer offered a drink which Maggie gratefully accepted. 

“So, what will you want from me, Miss Jenkins?”

Jennifer appreciated the natural act of deference offered by Maggie, addressing her in such a formal manor.

 “Well I have a large house as you can see and it needs to be kept clean and tidy, laundry of course, breakfast, dinner, I am often out for lunch, you will need to organize the gardener and the pool guy, grocery shopping, keep abreast of the household bills and… Well I guess that’s it really.”

Jennifer took Maggie’s empty glass and smiled. 

“Let me show you to your room Maggie and you can get settled in.”

Maggie followed Jennifer out of the lounge, through the kitchen to the small room allocated for the housemaid never taking her eyes of Jennifer’s tight round ass confined within her designer skirt wiggling in front of her knowing that ass would eventually be hers and probably the skirt as well. 

“Oh, this is lovely Miss, I left my things in the hallway shall I go and fetch them?”

Jennifer smiled opening the closet to display the maid’s uniforms that Maggie would be wearing.

“Your agency sent your measurements and everything you need is here in the closet and drawers, but yes, go and bring your things and I will wait here.”

Maggie made her way back to the hallway to collect her cases a smirk on her face having seen the maid’s uniforms that Miss Jenkins expected her to wear whilst she was in her service, smart, modest and practical, the word traditional coming to mind.

Having deposited her luggage in her room Maggie was taken on a tour of the extensive property. Jennifer took a seat on the terrace looking out over the gardens and suggested Maggie fix some drinks and join her to run through any questions she may have.

Drinks placed on the table Jennifer smiled.

“Well Maggie welcome to my home Broadlands and I hope you will be happy here, so any questions.”

Maggie took a sip of her drink.

“Well I am correct it is just yourself who lives here Miss, no husband or family?”

Jennifer looked a little wistful.

“That’s right men are not really my thing Maggie so no husband or family.”

“What about guests and entertaining Miss Jenkins such a large and lovely house.”

“Yes, I have people over to stay from time to time and the odd dinner party but nothing regular, I would always let you know in good time what would be needed.” 

Jennifer opened her purse and pushed a set of keys across the table.

“You had better have these I had a set cut the other day. Blue dot back door, red dot front door and there is a key to the garage and hatchback which you will have use of.”

Fingers back in her purse and Jennifer produced bank card. 

“Put all the expenses on this and we can go through the bills at the end of each month.”

Her drink finished Jennifer looked at her watch and stood.

“I have a tennis lesson at three Maggie so make yourself at home, I showed you my likes and dislikes list in the kitchen earlier so plenty to choose from and if you fix dinner for seven thirty. I should be back around seven.”

Three months Maggie had been employed as Jennifer’s housemaid doing all that a good maid should tripping about the household in her cute but functional maid’s uniform always with a smile on her face. 

It had been going on for a year now since Lucinda had been confronted with a like it or lump it ultimatum by Jennifer. Lucinda had lived with Jennifer for four years but having found Jennifer in bed with another woman yet again she could take no more and the ensuing argument resulted in Lucinda having to leave what had become her home. A woman scorned is a dangerous thing but for Jennifer she took the parting in her stride and moved on, not so Lucinda. 

Jennifer had casual relationships but for the last three months Jennifer had tried all she knew to get her young Nubian maid between the sheets. What Jennifer could not have known was that it was Maid Maggie who was really making all the running. Maggie’s coy innocent rebuttals or feigned naïve indifference to Jennifer’s subtle suggestive comments serving only to heighten Jennifer’s desires into an obsession.  Whenever Jennifer had thought the time right, when a contrived opportunity seemed like the pretty young thing was within her grasp it was snatched away and the moment lost. Jennifer flirted to no avail Maggie seeming immune and indifferent to her charms. Jennifer had left magazines with obvious content about the house only for Maggie to tidy them away without a glance or word. 

Jennifer had reconciled that her maid had no inclination towards girl on girl activity but she wasn’t going to give up on her quest. The apparent naivety of her young maid just deepened her resolve more, Jennifer had to find a way, Jennifer intended to have her maid whatever it took. Jennifer could never have imagined just exactly what it would take. It would take all she was, all she owned and everything she could have ever been.

Jennifer could not have known how could she? Compared to Maggie Jennifer was a mere novice when it came to all things Sapphic. Maggie had waited and waited letting Jennifer’s lust for her build and build until her mistress was ripe. Maggie feigning naivety with girly giggles ignoring Jennifer’s often less than subtle innuendo and contrived situations to seduce her but it was now time.

It was Thursday and having returned from her tennis lesson at the country club around six thirty Jennifer headed to the shower to help clear her head from the few drinks she had earlier.

Walking out into her bedroom Jennifer was surprised to see Maggie looking all awkward and shy doing that thing she did with her hair holding a fluffy towel in her hand. Maggie held out the towel towards her naked Mistress.

“I heard you in the shower Miss and thought you would like a freshly laundered towel.” 

Jennifer could resist her desires no longer letting the offered towel drop to the floor and stepping forward looked into Maggie’s eyes and smoothed her lips to her maid’s.

Maggie passively drew Jennifer in letting fumbling fingers roam about her peeling her uniform and what lay beneath to a crumpled heap about her feet on the floor.

Laid across the bed Maggie made all the weak sighing sounds she knew would drive Jennifer’s desires squirming to her amateur touch.  

Jennifer’s eyes popped open with a look of earnest surprise feeling the soft, warm, lithe, athletic ebony body of her maid Maggie wriggle from below and straddle atop of her, Maggie’s moody brown eyes smiling down with a hint of menace. 

“Don’t look so surprised, I know what you need and we both know what you want don’t we?”

Pinned to the bed, Jennifer stared up at the descending smiling face of her maid and involuntarily puckered up to welcome the large soft sensuous lips to her own, what was this, she had seduced her maid hadn’t she? She was the one in charge in the bed, wasn’t she? What was Maggie doing? She was the one who had made all the running to get her maid between the sheets wasn’t she? Jennifer’s wriggles to regain control were short lived.

“Oh…”

Where did she learn that?

“No, arghh… Oh…” 

Maggie laying soft butterfly kisses on the nape of Jennifer’s neck her gentle and expert touch teasing and exploring Jennifer’s erogenous zones until a sighing Jennifer melted passively down into the soft folds of her bed, weak, willing and wanting. 

Jennifer gasped her pawing, flailing arms flopped wide onto the bed her eyes closing whilst Maggie kissed, licked, sucked, nibbled and probed Jennifer Jenkins into a state of euphoric Sapphic ecstasy.

Maggie left having scooped up her clothes leaving a panting Jennifer laid naked with her legs spread wide across the satin sheets of her bed and the sweet lingering taste of her maid’s sex on her lips. Jennifer’s mind left befuddled her pussy, pink, puffy and streaming her nipples pleasingly, painful by Maggie’s tender, sensuous onslaught.

What the fuck was that?

Jennifer softly moaning her contentment curled into the bed pulling the sheets over her used aching body hugging one of the pillows with a smile on her face that looked like it would never leave her. 

Down in the kitchen Maggie chuckled fixing herself a drink and smiled lifting her buzzing mobile to her ear.

“Hi hon. yes just now, of course I did, she loved it, and you should have seen her face when I turned the tables on her, she has wanted me for months, she was so hot I nearly burnt myself on her. No, no resistance, trust me, I left her in no doubt who is the boss in her bed, just a case of moving that situation out of the bedroom to the rest of the house now.  Look I can hear her on the stairs I will call you later, bye Lucinda.”

Wrapped in a silk robe Jennifer entered the kitchen her eyes still slightly glazed from her experience. Jennifer had lay with many women but nothing came close to how she had been treated and felt at the hands of her young African maid Maggie.

With a look like butter would not melt in her mouth Maggie smiled.

“Would you like a drink Miss I am about to start preparing dinner, fish cakes, I know you like the way I prepare them.”

Jennifer stared at her maid the young woman who had earlier had her squealing with delight helpless to her machinations, she had been like putty in her hands now returned to her subordinate role in her fresh uniform calling her Miss and offering to serve her. The dichotomy of the situation screaming to be reconciled thoughts of which sent a shiver of weakening arousal through Jennifer considering one path to its resolution.  

“Yes, juice please, orange I will take it on the terrace, fish cakes yes that sounds lovely.” 

Three days Jennifer brooded over what had occurred could she resist her desires any longer? She had wanted her maid but could never have imagined it was her maid that would have her and had her she had. Maggie had been so dominant with her, filling her with unknown feelings of submissive wanting, was it true about white women and black mistresses? Jennifer could not rid her mind of dark imaginings she needed that woman at her again to make her feel the way she had.

Maggie had let her mistress stew, she was in no hurry but was ready to move things forward and this would be a test.

Jennifer was wearing a powder blue, figure flattering designer dress ready to go and have lunch with some friends at the country club and called to Maggie.

“I am leaving now I will be back around four.”

Maggie wasn’t in the lounge cleaning like Jennifer had thought Maggie stood smiling by the door in the hallway.

“You look very pretty in that outfit Miss”

Maggie moved close and gently ran her fingers in the delicate folds of Jennifer’s dress.

 “I think you would rather stay with me than meeting your friends, wouldn’t you?”

Jennifer became flustered she couldn’t let her friends down, could she?

Maggie drew back keeping eye contact with her Mistress and pointed to the stair’s.

“Well what are waiting for up you go girl.”

Girl she called me girl? Jennifer stared back into the gleaming eyes of her Nubian maid becoming overcome and consumed by her carnal desires. She shouldn’t, she couldn’t she mustn’t. 

Maggie smirked following her meek mistress up the stairs giving her bottom a few playful slaps of encouragement.

Chapter two

Over the ensuing weeks the taste of Maid Maggie became a familiar night time repast for Jennifer who learned quickly what it was to be under the control of another between the sheets of her bed. 

Jennifer had always taken the more dominant role in her relationships but the pleasure of serving her maids needs and desires opened a whole new lexicon of depravity within which she willingly wallowed. Maggie’s surreptitious and subtle slivers of influence within Broadlands began with perceived inconsequentiality by Jennifer. What was wrong with her maid selecting the clothes that she should wear and she should always be back at Broadlands at the time agreed for dinner, minutes did matter. The pool boy and gardener were lazy and the new guy, recruited by Maggie, covered both tasks. Why should Maggie have to go shopping when everything could be delivered? Maggie was right she did spend too much time at the country club and with tennis lessons? Having been taken by Maggie whilst she was wearing her cute tennis outfit, they were the lessons much preferred by Jennifer. 

Maggie couldn’t be expected to work seven days a week could she and what was wrong with Jennifer helping and doing the tasks that Maggie left her to do whilst she was away, she had time after all, didn’t she, with not frequenting the country club like she had previously. Jennifer, purposefully not doing things just right, welcoming the mild but increasingly sterner chastisement from her returning maid, which always resulted in Jennifer servicing Maggie’s Sapphic needs. A punishment of sorts but not seen to be such by a progressively compliant Jennifer. 

A month into the new routines Jennifer baulked at her maid’s suggestion of dressing for the part to carry out her tasks whilst Maggie was away. A futile resistance that did not last long ever wishing to please for her anticipated rewards, Fridays had become Jennifer’s “Maid day” whether Maggie chose to leave Broadlands or not during her day of rest. 

Only one day a week and Maggie made it feel so real whilst Jennifer, dressed in her maid’s uniform, cleaned and tidied around the house under the instruction of her maid. Jennifer preferred it when Maggie stayed at Broadlands instead of leaving on her day’s leave and it was Jennifer who eventually suggested that if Maggie had to be away from Broadlands on her day of rest perhaps she could work on Thursdays so that Maggie would be there to supervise her, Maggie having no issues with this arrangement.  

Jennifer continued her little ruse of deliberately making errors so that she could be chastised by her maid and Maggie did not disappoint punishing her maid in various insidious ways. 

The removal of Jennifer’s makeup, initially whilst during her maid’s duties but eventually all Jennifer’s cosmetics were confiscated, whether fulfilling her maid’s duties or not. Being a woman of a certain age this exposed all of her years, leaving Broadlands without makeup would never be considered and so Jennifer’s more reclusive existence began. Agreeing that Maggie would have free range of her extensive wardrobe was not seen to be a hardship, Jennifer liked seeing Maggie dressed in her finery around Broadlands whilst she was being her maid. Whilst Jennifer had never indulged in any BDSM activity, being trussed up by her maid and left helpless in Maggie’s maids quarters introduced previously unknown feelings of emotional distress stirring and fueling her continued tutored submissiveness at the hands of her maid.  The ritual of her release, from such a punishment, being somewhat of a watershed in the diverging rolls within Broadlands. 

“Well girl what have to say for yourself?”

“I have done wrong Mistress please untie me I promise to be a good and obedient maid.”    

Having released her maid, Maggie would always reward Jennifer with what her trainee maid desired most, to be held to her knees, nuzzling between Maggie’s thighs feasting within the pink wet folds of her maid’s sex.  

When Jennifer was confronted by her maid having broken a glass in the sink whilst cleaning the dishes Jennifer drew back in horror at what Maggie was suggesting her punishment would be. But things had moved on, Jennifer had agreed she should be punished at her maid’s choosing but this?

The humiliation left Jennifer’s sex soaking wet, her bottom aflame, knickers around her ankles begging Maggie to stop. Agreeing to another day in service for her maid’s compassion a limp Jennifer slithered from across her maid’s lap. 

Jennifer’s tear stained face looked up from the floor at the smiling face of her maid who offered her hand. Back to her feet Jennifer wiped her face with her apron and stood meekly by her maid who took hold of her wrist.

“Come with me girl”

A sniffling Jennifer was taken to Maggie’s quarters where she sat passively whilst first her wrists then her ankles were securely tied by her maid before being pushed back helpless onto the bed.

“It would seem my maid continues to fail in her duties perhaps that spanking and a time in here will help to focus your mind and then we will see how you improve with three days of service.” 

Jennifer wriggled for comfort on Maggie’s bunk and watched her haughty maid Maggie turn at the door, smile and switch out the light before closing the door leaving Jennifer trussed up alone with her thoughts in the blackness of Maggie’s austere quarters.

How long she had been incarcerated in her maid’s room Jennifer had no idea but was awoken from her shallow and uncomfortable slumber by the sound of voices and laughter.

Jennifer wiggled and hutched in her bindings listening to the muffled voices which she recognized coming from the kitchen. Meriem Fairchild and Catherine Jones, Jennifer’s friends from the country club in conversation with her maid Maggie just on the other side of the confining walls. 

Jennifer had not seen her friends for some weeks, perhaps a month with her self-imposed confinement at Broadlands and strained to listen but it was too muffled only hearing just random words. 

The thought of Maggie opening the door and her friends seeing her tightly bound dressed in a maid’s uniform sent an erotic tremble through her and Jennifer pressed herself against the edge of the bed in an exquisite frustration. Jennifer’s wrists bound behind her back straining to relive her wanting, her mind ravaged by thoughts of being found like she was, these thoughts of being unveiled and exhibited to her friends having Jennifer moaning, pressing and wriggling in euphoric abandonment until she screeched her release.

Both ladies in the kitchen turned to the sound and Maggie laughed.

“That bloody cat why Miss Jenkins keeps that ball of fur I just don’t know luckily it is doctored so no kittens, but that tom cat from next door just won’t leave it alone, another drink lady?”   

Maggie having already explained that the reason they had seen such little of Jennifer lately, being that she had not been well, but that she was out for the evening and of course apologising for Jennifer, who had obviously forgotten that they had all arranged to meet up at the country club for their friend Irene’s birthday. 

Meriem and Catherine accepted Maggie’s explanation for the strange sounds they had heard, what else could it be?

Catherine took her refreshed drink from Maggie and laughed with a slight blush.

“Shit that sounded almost human I wish my girlfriend could make me squeal like that, kitty the cat sounds like a lucky girl to me.”

Meriem and Maggie chuckled with Catherine, Maggie ushering the two guests out of the kitchen and into the lounge, whilst out of sight silence fell around the panting disheveled wreckage of Jennifer’s orgasm.

Around ten o’clock Catherine and Meriem left Broadlands thanking Maggie for the hospitality she had offered them, in the absence of Jennifer, complimenting her on the lovely dress she was wearing never considering that not only the dress but the shoes and matching necklace and bracelet were in fact the possessions of their friend Jennifer.

Sat in Catherine’s car on Jennifer’s driveway with Maggie framed like an angel in the doorway Meriem turned to her friend and smiled. 

“Shit, that Maggie is one hot honey do think Jennifer is fucking her?”

Catherine turned over the engine and chuckled.

“Is the pope a catholic Meriem, if we both wanted to get into bed with that Nubian princess, I am sure Jennifer already has.”

The guests having left Maggie opened the door to the maid’s quarters turned on the light and smiled at her mistress trussed up on the bunk in her uniform. Pinching Jennifer’s nose Maggie’s captive spluttered and its eyes opened.

Maggie’s fingers probed under the hems of Jennifer’s skirts to the cold wet gusset of her knickers and chuckled. 

“What a naughty maid you are did you hear your friends, they heard you, they came looking for you, had you forgotten you should have been meeting with them this evening for Irene’s birthday? Did it excite you the thought of being found like this, like you are, wearing your maid’s uniform, your maid having spanked then bound you leaving you helpless in the maid’s quarters of your own home, your maid wearing your lovely clothes entertaining your friends leaving you to wriggle and squirm in the darkness? Yes, you loved it didn’t you?

Jennifer squirmed and softly moaned to the skilled touch of Maggie’s fingers beginning to tease at her sex with impunity.

“Oh, Maggie please don’t! Oh…”

“What’s wrong my little slut? Don’t tell me you not liking this because your body is telling me something else!”

Maggie’s fingers welcomingly inserted into Jennifer’s wet warmth her thumb rolled on Jennifer’s engorged bud and smiled. 

“I don’t think three days are going to be enough for you are they Jennifer, I think Jennifer needs a full time Mistress.”

Jennifer being held on the edge in blissful anticipation her weak eyes looked up at Maggie. What she saying, Maggie was proposing to have her for her own maid, for Maggie to be her Mistress, for Jennifer to be her maid’s maid not for the one day that this all started with, not even to the two days that she herself had suggested or the three days she had yelped her agreement to earlier whilst being spanked.

Jennifer gulped then her eyes rolled consumed by her impending climax. Jennifer’s body filling with the exquisite numbness she had come to crave above all else, that delicious emotion, the loss of all physical and mental control that only Maggie could induce within her, Jennifer’s mind drowning in thoughts of her total subjugation at the hands of her black queen, her Mistress. 

Jennifer squealed and whimpered her back arching she was lost to the relentless magical touch of her Maid her building orgasm bordering on the ethereal.  

Leaving Jennifer panting in the afterglow of her lustful epiphany Maggie stood and stepped from her Mistresses beautiful French knickers that she wore before laying back on the bed. Being pulled by her hair Jennifer, still bound, wriggled into her familiar position to worship at the exposed glistening alter of her maid, her black queen, her Mistress. 

There could and would be no going back for Jennifer Jenkins, she was Maggie’s now, body and soul, Maggie’s maid, Maggie’s possession.

Chapter three

Three months had passed since the fateful night of Jennifer’s unconditional capitulation to the will of her Nubian maid and Miss Margret Summers was comfortably settled in her position of Mistress at Broadlands, perhaps much more comfortably than her maid Jenny had settled into hers.

Two weeks into her full-time role of being her maid’s maid Jennifer had no choice in the matter when her fussy long hair, which she constantly and annoyingly for her mistress, had to be retied into a long pony tail, was cropped into a short but neat bob the black dye applied to what remained of her blonde locks followed a week later. Bereft of makeup and jewellery, with her short dark hair, aproned in her uniform, Jennifer Jenkins looked anything but the lady of leisure she was. The reflection in the hallway mirror told no lies. What stood before it, wearing its block heeled laced shoes and heavy denier stocking, was a weary, forty something domestic, a non-descript lady’s maid.  

The days of Jennifer’s self-gratification, in the privacy of her quarters, came to an end perhaps a month into her service. Having been discovered once again by her Mistress, diddling with herself, her Mistress took steps to eradicate such distractions, an adornment that Jennifer took some time to adjust to, but she did. The sexual frustration and constant awareness of her black Mistress’s control over her, of being locked into the insidious device, perversely heightened and fueled her desire to serve her ebony queen. 

Calls to Broadlands from Jennifer Jenkins friends, which became less frequent as the weeks passed, seeking to know what was wrong with Jennifer, were answered without exception by Maggie. She informed them that her Mistress, Jennifer, was seeking a change in lifestyle which she was helping her with, that all was progressing well and that no doubt she would be back in touch with them in due course asking only for time for her to readjust. Questions regarding what this change in lifestyle was were answered skillfully by Maggie giving nothing away. 

By the end of the first month Jennifer had not only surrendered herself but all fiscal control of Broadlands into the ownership of Miss Summers. The adoption of the name Jenny was not an option for Jennifer, it being much more in keeping for a domestic and a proficient domestic Jenny was becoming. The maid at Broadlands no longer contrived to seek chastisement and punishment from her Mistress, doing all she could to avoid such confrontation, but her lack of domestic skills certainly within the first few weeks failed to impress her Mistress and maid Jenny accepted whatever punishment her Mistress deemed fit. Each demeaning and often humiliating punishment designed to reduce Jenny’s self-worth and reinforce her foolishly chosen position at Broadlands, to be her maid’s maid, the introduction of the curtsy, to offer deference to her Mistress, serving this agenda well.

The Mistress of Broadlands took her grateful and willing maid to her bed as and when the fancy took her but the times of erotic bliss for maid Jenny were few and far between, often left belted whilst serving her Mistresses needs in the bed that was once her own.

Three months and Margret Summers chuckled sipping on her iced tea the pretty and confidant Miss Jennifer Jenkins had willingly acquiesced to all of her Mistresses demands and had been successfully morphed into the meek persona of Jenny the obedient and willing maid. 

Having taken tea on the terrace Miss Summers smiled when her maid came to clear the table placing Jennifer Jenkins confiscated phone on top of Jennifer’s address book. It was time to introduce Jenny to the friends of Jennifer Jenkins, to have her chosen status at Broadlands publically confirmed. 

Margret knew that Jennifer Jenkins close friends were of the same persuasion and may appreciate the previously dominant lesbian of their group being taken and subjugated by a Mistress, to become her maid’s maid. Margret being aware that none of the group was best pleased with how Jennifer had treated Lucinda.

The reading of Jennifer’s diaries had been quite illuminating for Margret, Jennifer that was had relationships within the group whilst Lucinda and herself were still together. Reading between the lines whilst Jennifer had always taken the more dominant role she wanted, perhaps more accurately longed, for something else. Maggie had been the catalyst to unlock those longings but it is doubtful, even in Jennifer’s most lucid of imaginings that the opening of the door to her suppressed submissive desires would have taken her on the journey to her total subjugation.  

Jenny curtsied and reached for the glass and plate placing them on her tray, standing back from the table another bobbed curtsy before she spoke.

“Will there be anything else you require Miss Summers before I start the laundry?”

Margret toyed with the phone and pushed the address book across the table towards her maid.

“Yes, there is Jenny; this is Miss Jenkins address book, the lady who was mistress here before I came to Broadlands. I believe you knew her circle of friends?”

Jenny curtsied again, a submissive practice that was second nature now before she spoke. Jennifer Jenkins being spoken of in the third person was nothing new it had started only weeks after becoming her maid’s maid, Jenny’s Mistress insisting it would be best for her maid to distance herself from the lifestyle and privileges of such a pretty and confident socialite and she had, a reinforced illusion that became her reality.

“Yes Miss”

Margret smirked at her maid’s expressionless response at the mention of her former self and of her once friends placing a pen atop the book.

“Stand here girl and circle five of Miss Jenkins closest friends in this book.” 

Jenny knew not to question her Mistress and dutifully scanned and turned the pages circling once familiar names and handed the book back to her Mistress.

Margret smiled taking back the book.

“Good that’s all Jenny back to your duties.”

A curtsy and Jenny picked up her tray and left to begin the laundry.

Most of the names circled and identified by her maid were already known to Margret they had been the ones who had inquired after Jennifer during the early days of her subjugation. They had been made aware, without details of course, that their friend Jennifer Jenkins was seeking a change in lifestyle it was now time for them to witness exactly what those changes were.  

The last name on the list was Meriem Fairchild and Margret keyed in her number.

The voice answering was not the one she remembered from the time she had met her.

“Hola, Miss. Fairchild’s residence. How may I help you.”

Margret stifled a chuckle; perfect Meriem had a maid of her own.

“I wish to speak with Meriem, Miss. Fairchild, it’s Jennifer Jenkins.”

A short wait and an excited voice burst onto the phone.

“Jennifer you sweet thing where have you been what have you been doing, we have missed you at the Country club and of course our little meetings giggle.”

Margret took a deep breath.

“Meriem, it’s not Jennifer its Maggie, you may recall we met some time ago and you telephoned again last month asking about Miss Jenkins, Jennifer?

A short pause.

“O, yes sorry Maggie that’s right, yes, yes of course dear, how can I help you?”

“You remember I told you the last time we spoke that Jennifer was changing her lifestyle that I was helping her and how well she was doing, well she is ready now to meet her friends and she would be delighted if you could come to a small dinner party at Broadlands, sort of a celebration of her new life.”

Meriem was anxious to know what Jennifer’s new life was, had she met someone, someone special. It had been some time since her longtime partner Lucinda had left.

Margret, no different to what she had told the others that she had spoken with, gave nothing away.

“Well you could say that, but you will see for yourself, a lot of changes at Broadlands and Jennifer only asks, that being an old friend, you accept what she has done. So, are you free on the twenty sixth, seven for seven thirty?”

Meriem giggled down the phone.

“Maggie you have me intrigued, “what she has done” of course I will be there on the twenty sixth, seven for seven thirty, I can’t wait to see Jennifer again it’s been ages since I saw her...

Meriem laughed.  

…. I hope I recognize her after all this time.”

Meriem’s closing comment made Margret chuckle.

“I wouldn’t worry about that, nice speaking with you again Meriem and I look forward to meeting again on the twenty sixth, must dash bye.”

The twenty sixth approached and following lunch Margret called Jenny into the lounge with the small bell that Margret had introduced to summon her maid, a sound that Jenny had painfully learned not to be ignored. Leaving the dirty dishes in the sink and wiping her hands on her apron Jenny scurried into the lounge and curtsied.

“You called for me Miss?”

Margret looked her flustered maid up and down was what stood nervously before her really the elegant, confident woman who had hired her to be her maid, the woman who had actually tried to seduce her? Long gone her flowing, long blonde hair, her perfectly applied makeup, her designer clothes and heels. With the veneer of her past privilege stripped from her replaced by the plain dowdy garb of service and her cropped black hair it was a question that would surely be on the lips of the invited guests when they see her. 

“Jenny, I have invited a number of ladies who were the friends of Miss Jenkins, the previous mistress of Broadlands, to join me for dinner this Saturday. There will be six of us and you will be preparing and serving dinner. You will treat my guests with the same level of respect and deference as you do your Mistress do you understand?”

Jenny stared down at her Mistress sat all serene on the sofa telling her that she had invited Miss Jenkins friends to Broadlands? Miss Jenkins would obviously not be joining them for cocktails and dinner like she had on many previous occasions she would be serving them? Jenny’s knees went weak a dampness growing on the leather crotch strap locked tight between her legs considering the prospect of her friends, some of whom she had been intimate with sat in their finery whilst she, now a mere maid, attended their needs at her Mistresses table.

Margret smiled sensing the conflict and arousal in her maid’s mind.

“Jenny they were Miss Jenkins friends they are not yours, not now, remember who you are, you are just a domestic servant, a maid, your Mistresses maid.”

Margret stood and approached her trembling maid stroking her fingers through Jenny’s hair making her sigh.

“I think I know what you want, what you need. Lift up your skirts and drop your knickers girl”

Jenny sheepishly obeyed holding her skirts to her waist knickers to her knees and Margret placed the key into the lock of her belt which dropped to the floor.

“There now take the belt with you, go to your quarters and be alone with your thoughts of serving your Mistresses friends then lock yourself back into your belt and return to your duties, we will speak of the preparations for tomorrow evening later.”

Jenny curtsied and spoke weakly.

“Thank you, Miss.,”

Margret smirked watching her maid with belt in hand tugging up her knickers hurry out of the lounge to her quarters.

The door to her quarters slammed shut behind her Jenny thrust herself onto her bunk. It had been weeks since she had been allowed the touch of her genitalia and she thrashed herself into weakening raptures with the thoughts of being paraded before her once friends, the willingly enslaved maid of her Nubian Mistress. Jennifer Jenkins had been confident bordering on arrogant with her conquests presumptuous enough to have thought to take her young maid for her own only to have succumbed to the tables being turned and willingly become her maid’s maid to become her Mistresses possession.

Jenny still breathing heavily stood from her bunk, stepping into the straps of her Mistresses belt and pulling it tight about her she snapped closed the lock, her brief period of wanton freedom over. 

Six places set in the dining room with the best cutlery and finest china Jenny had polished the last of the wine glasses, laid serviettes and everything looked perfect for her Mistresses guests and was now busy in the kitchen preparing dinner. 

Pots set to simmer Jenny prepared her mistresses bath and knelt whilst Margret stepped into the sweet-smelling suds. With a soft sigh Margret immersed herself in her prepared bath and smiled at Jenny.

“Perfect Jenny what a good maid you are, perhaps a treat for you later, you will like that won’t you, come wash my back girl.”

Jenny blushed soaping up the sponge at the suggestion she may be taken to her Mistresses bed later, this having become a strictly rationed pleasure.

Jenny caressed the soft sponge across her Mistresses ebony skin, she was only a maid now but she had a beautiful Mistress, perversely a Mistress she adored even worshipped. Slowly lifting her Mistresses arm with the lightest touch Jenny sponged and rinsed then giggled when her Mistresses intimacy rose through the foam inviting Jenny’s sponge. Thighs spread Margret lay back and moaned whilst her maid lingered the sponge about her. Jenny smiled seeing her Mistresses nipples harden her only wish that it was her tongue not the sponge that was giving her Mistress pleasure, hopefully later.

Placing a warmed toweling robe about her Mistresses shoulders Jenny stood back whilst Margret tied off the belt and strode into the bedroom.

When Margret dropped her robe Jenny just stood staring lovingly at her Mistresses lithe, toned, youthful body.

 Margret turned quickly looking into her maids wanting eyes. 

Keeping eye contact Margret tauntingly and provocatively ran a finger into her crease and rubbed her breast thumbing her nipple teasing her maid.

“Be a good girl this evening and your Mistress may let you have this, now select my lingerie and dress whilst I do my hair and makeup”.

Margret sat at the vanity, the vanity that Jenny herself would have sat to prepare herself with the same cosmetics that her Mistress now applied. The drawers opened Jenny laid out her Mistresses underwear and then picked out a beautiful chiffon dress all clothes she had once worn herself. With no visits to the gym the weight she had gained during her time in service it was doubtful that any of the contents of her Mistresses wardrobe would fit her now.

Margret stood from the vanity and smiled at her maid’s selection for her.

“Well Jenny don’t just stand there dress me.”

For Jenny at first this was a humiliating experience dressing her maid in what were her own clothes but now she found it quite erotic smoothing the expensive silk lingerie onto her Mistresses perfect body, watching the designer dress float down over her silky slip before kneeling to place heels that she had once worn onto her Mistresses feet.

Margret turned by the mirror watching the hem of the beautiful dress swish about her.

“Good selections Jenny, now off with you, back to the kitchen, when everything is ready shower and change into a clean uniform, I want you looking your best this evening. I will welcome my guests for drinks and you are to serve dinner at exactly seven thirty I will ring your bell when we are seated do you understand.” 

Jenny curtsied.

“Yes Miss, seven thirty, thank you Miss”

Chapter four

Meriem had met with Constance at the beauty salon prior to the eagerly anticipated dinner party at Broadlands. Both preened to perfection they sat in a local coffee shop discussing what they would be wearing to the forthcoming evening. Both were a little surprised that Jennifer had not invited them personally leaving it to her maid and what was all this change of life style business? Both laughed when Constance joked that perhaps Jennifer had been turned and gone straight. Both were blushing slightly it was no secret between them that the pair of them had been seduced by Jennifer during their friendship.

Meriem giggled.

“Constance we both know better than that don’t we neither of us could resist her charms Jennifer can be so persuasive so dominant.”

Meriem took a sip of her coffee.

“Well something must have changed I haven’t seen or heard from Jennifer in ages she hasn’t been anywhere near the Country club, not taken any tennis lessons and we both know that she had the hots for that cute little coach, Debbie.” 

Constance ordered two more coffees and Meriem continued.

“Well we will find out tomorrow night at Broadlands, that maid Jennifer hired, the African girl, the one you will have spoken to about the dinner party, she seemed to know what Jennifer is up to but wouldn’t say just that she was helping her?” 

Constance chirped in.

“Yes, that’s what she told me.”

Meriem leaned forward and spoke conspiratorially in a low voice.

“I have met her, this Maggie, quite a stunner, young, lithe, very pretty Catherine and I both fancied her, no doubt she will be on duty tomorrow evening you will see for yourself. I would be surprised if Jennifer hasn’t seduced her, added her to her conquests, just her type she has always had a thing for women like her.”

Coffees drained the two ladies, looking forward to the evening at Broadlands, said their farewells and headed home.

Each guest that arrived, greeted by Margret, inquired after Jennifer only to be told she would be joining them later. Drinks were served and when all were assembled in the lounge Margret tapped her glass.

“Ladies I am so glad you could all make it this evening and may I say how pretty you all look. I know that you are all eager to know about Jennifer and why she has not been in contact or meeting up with you in recent months. You will be aware from what I have told you over the phone that Jennifer has made some changes to her lifestyle, significant changes and I have helped her with this, we all need guidance don’t we? When you meet your friend shortly, I ask that you do not judge the changes she has made in her life she is happy to be like she now is”.

Margret smiled.

“I will hold you in suspense no longer. You may be wondering why I have greeted you and the way I am dressed there is a simple answer I am no longer the maid here I am the mistress Jennifer Jenkins, Jenny, is now my maid here at Broadlands.”

A collective gasp rose in the room and an expression of incredulity filled the faces of the gathered group.

Irene was first to speak.

“What, Jennifer is now her maid’s maid, ridiculous that’s something from erotic fiction surely, who would be so stupid to do that, to allow that to happen, where is she?”

The rest of the party was more intrigued than annoyed and Catherine smirked. 

“Well if this is some elaborate hoax Maggie bravo and I must compliment you on being the perfect hostess so your part in this is excellent and most convincing, with Jennifer or is it Jenny now, we will have to judge for ourselves.”

Margret smiled and opened the door to the dining room.

“I assure you it is no hoax shall we go through to dinner?”

Seated all eyes turned to the opening door leading through to the kitchen when Margret rang the call bell. 

Jenny hearing her mistress’s bell took a breath smoothed down her apron and stared at the door, a nervous tremble of anticipation running through her. Friends she had socialised with, lay with, her contemporaries her social equals now she was to serve them a mere maid.

The door pushed open Jenny entered the dining room and curtsied expressionless.

“Should I commence serving dinner Mistress?”

 A stunned silence filled the room one collective thought all present shared, this was no hoax. 

 The vision before them was not the vivacious confident Jennifer they knew, what had happened to her. Her beautiful blonde hair cropped short dyed black not a trace of makeup, her eyebrows bushy and untrimmed and was that shadow above her top lip? A shapeless black dress and apron a domestic’s uniform, stout laced shoes replacing her designer heels. She looked older, much older. 

Whilst all eyes surveyed the dowdy maid Margret smiled looking only at her invited guests some squirming for comfort in their chairs.

“Yes, Jenny you may serve dinner now.”

Another curtsy and Jenny returned to the kitchen.

Irene stood from the table and glared at Margret.

“What have you done to that poor woman?”

Margret smirked.

“I have given her what deep down she always wanted, to serve a dominant black Mistress. Lucinda, who you all know, confided Jennifer’s secret desires to me, she will be joining us later. I know Jennifer had all of you over the years I have read her diaries; did you enjoy being a school girl for Jennifer Irene? And you Meriem your maid’s uniforms were a little riskier than the one Jenny now wears wasn’t it. Catherine and Constance, she had you both over your office desks didn’t she and Paula even made you lick out your secretary whilst she watched, you lost your promotion for that little escapade didn’t you? Don’t get self-righteous sit-down Irene I thought you ladies would like to see your seductress reduced to the life I have chosen for her, she is just my housemaid now so treat her as one. I will have her tell you how she came to be her maid’s maid when we have dined so for now just sit back and enjoy your meal”.

Irene squirmed back into her chair and Catherine who was sat next to her giggled. 

“A school girl for Miss Jenkins Irene you naughty thing.” 

It was awkward through the soup course, but with the meal progressing tensions eased. At first the unfamiliarity of their somewhat nondescript, unrecognizable friend, busying herself around the table addressing them “Miss” rather than by their names, brought stifled titters but with the diners beginning to engage in conversation the maid serving them became more anonymous and ignored. With desert served and Margret holding court fits of laughter followed Margret’s retelling of the visit Catherine and Meriem had made to Broadlands when Jennifer missed out on Irene’s birthday celebrations. That it was no cat they heard squealing its sexual pleasures but Jennifer trussed up wearing a maid’s uniform after being spanked by her maid squirming and diddling herself. 

The table cleared the party now quite relaxed by the copious amounts of wine offered to them retired to the lounge. Inquisitive to know how Margret had convinced Jennifer Jenkins to become her maid’s maid they sat open mouthed and increasingly damp whilst they listened to how Jennifer had tried for months to seduce her maid only for her maid to seduce her. With the details of Jennifer’s capitulation relayed not one of Margret’s guests, squirming in their seats, did not fantasize of this Nubian Goddess taking a shine to them.  

Unheard above the giggles and chatter a taxi pulled away from the driveway and with her retained key to Broadlands Lucinda entered. Opening the door to the lounge she smiled at the gathered group.

“Good evening Ladies, Meriem, Catherine, Irene, Constance Paula it is good to be back”

Margret stood and embraced Lucinda then turned to the seated guests.

“You all know Lucinda, my wife.”

Irene stared at Lucinda.

“My god so this is revenge for what Jennifer did to you?”

Lucinda snuggled into the arms of her wife and smiled.

“Revenge, perhaps? But it was always Jennifer’s fantasy to serve a black Mistress and now she does and she will also serve me.” 

Lucinda poured herself a wine.

“You all know how Jennifer treated me cheated on me discarded me like a pair of used socks. I know she had flings with all of you Margret told me what was in her diaries and I don’t blame you it was Jennifer not you.”

Lucinda giggled.

“Not the predatory Jennifer any longer though hey ladies her days of promiscuity are over, you told them you have our maid Jenny locked into a chastity belt Margret?”

There was a collective gasp then unsuppressed sniggering followed by laughter not only had Jennifer Jenkins been reduced to a frumpy domestic she had been placed into chastity by her Mistress, locked into a chastity belt. 

Catherine wiped the tears from her eyes.

“Lucinda, they say a woman scorned but this is exquisite it really is, the lover who unceremoniously threw you out of what had become your home not only to be your maid but to suffer the constant humiliation and frustration of being held in chastity perfect.”  

Margret picked up the call bell and offered it to Lucinda

“Call our maid Lucinda I am sure she will be surprised to see you.”

Lucinda smirked when Jenny entered and curtsied with a look of shock on her face seeing her ex-lover in the arms of her Mistress.

“Surprised to see me JENNY? The pictures I received did not do you justice what a perfect maid you make and I just love your hair, so plain and simple perfect for a domestic servant, and no makeup I see to mask your wrinkles and what a lovely frumpy uniform you wear. My wife tells me you enjoy being a maid in what was your own home and that you are locked into a chastity belt to stop you diddling with yourself, how nice for you.  

Jenny just stood staring

“Wife what do mean wife.”

Lucinda laughed at the distraught expression growing on Jenny’s face.

“O dear did your Mistress not tell you she was married and married to me? Bit of bombshell hey but not to worry you now have two Mistresses to serve and serve you will, won’t you girl?” 

Jenny looked around the room, her closest friends where accepting of her position of being her maid’s maid. Broadlands and all Jennifer Jenkins wealth were under the ownership and control of her Mistress. She wore her Mistresses chastity belt having surrendered exclusive access to her sex to her Mistress. A lone tear rolled down her cheek, what choice did she have and under the gloating gaze of her ex-lover witnessed by her ex friend’s maid Jenny curtsied and from her own lips confirmed herself into a life of continuing willing servitude. A lady of substance and leisure, though her lesbian lust becoming no more than a possession of a Mistress. 

“Yes Mistress.”

The end.

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