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More Than Just Her Maid... Cheesecake&confused billiam

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Lady Veronique Bourbon came from a rich family whose roots originated from the villages of western France. As a young girl, she used to sit by the coastline and look out towards the boats and water, one day hoping that she would travel across the ocean to find out what lay on the other side. By the age of nineteen, that wish was granted. Her father passed away, and he left a rather large sum for her to live her days however she chose. While she loved her native France, she jumped at the chance to start a new life somewhere else. And America would be that place.

She had been in America for more than ten years now; her thirtieth birthday having passed just last month. The blonde-haired woman spent most of her time at various social events, drinking champagne and looking fabulous. Veronique had had her fair share of boyfriends and lovers, yet none of them seemed to satisfy her the way that her female lover had during her last year in Europe. Perhaps Veronique had been blinding herself to her true sexuality, that this hopeless crusade to find the right man would never end with her being happy?

Today was another new start. Her house was just too big for her to clean by herself, and one of her friends had suggested that she hire a maid to give her a hand about the place. It was a good idea, and it wasn't as if she couldn't afford to hire one either. She placed an advert in the local newspapers and interviewed six candidates for the job. One of them caught her eye instantly and she knew that no matter what she said... she was perfect for the job. It was her first day today, and Veronique was eagerly awaiting her arrival. The long-legged blonde, wearing a grey smart-looking skirt-suit, sat in her chair in the living room, strumming her nylon-coated legs and licking her lips as the minute hand grew closer to eight o'clock am.
 
Amy Halloway's life had spent most of her life living down south in a suburban town. Things had been pretty drab and boring, all things considered. She'd been raised in a fairly conservative area and as the youngest and most obedient of three kids, never really had any adventures to speak of - in life or love. So when it came time to choose a college, much to everyone's disappointment, she chose to move up to a city in the heathen north. Because of this, she had to make her own way. She managed to get enough scholarships to pay for school and keep herself living in the dorms. But she still had to eat and have a little money for fun. And so she went job-hunting.

She'd learned more than a few housewife-type tips from her mother growing up, and so she applied, somewhat hesitantly, to an opening for a maid job at some big house just outside of town. The interview had gone surprisingly well, and Amy was shocked to find that her potential employer was a lovely young woman with a clearly foreign accent, though she couldn't place it right away.

She was even more shocked to find that she'd actually gotten the job. Unsure exactly what was expected of her, Amy had chosen to go with some clothing she cared the least about. She was likely to get a bit dirty cleaning up such a huge place, so she went with some rather unimpressive underwear and a sports bra, over which she had a pair of yoga pants and a black tank-top, finishing the look with some Converse. She strolled up to the front door of the place at the appointed time, ringing the bell and taking a deep breath.
 
Veronique almost jumped from the chair when the door bell rang; she made a few attempts at pushing the short skirt back down before she walked down the hallway and opened the front door. "Good morning Amy..." She said with a smile, her high heels giving her a distinctive height advantage over the heel-less young girl in front of her. Veronique had a thorough look over what she was wearing; her casual attire was something that Veronique would never be seen dead in, but it wouldn't matter anyway. She had a very cute little uniform for Amy to wear during her cleaning hours. "...please come in."

Veronique took lead, taking Amy through the winding hallway which every room seemed to stem from. There were various doors, some of which lead to large rooms that were never used. If she hadn't guessed already, she would soon realise that she had a big job on her hands. This wasn't a two-hour shift she was facing... a thorough clean of this house would take at least six or seven hours.

"As you can see, I have a very large house and... I like it to be spotless. I hope the size isn't putting you off." The wage was good for a maid. After the brief walk, they had ended up in the kitchen, where Veronique stood by the kettle. "Would you like some tea? Coffee?" She asked, filling up the kettle with some hot water and pressing the button.
 
The woman looked more lovely than before, and despite herself Amy felt a light blush come to her cheeks as she was ushered inside. As she had suspected, a small tour of the house revealed that this was going to be money well-earned. But at least it meant she would be spending her college years with plenty of money to kick around. She would be able to go out all the time and subsist on a diet of something much better than ramen and soda. Yeah, it was a ton of work, but she could live with that!

Eventually they ended up standing in the kitchen, which in and of itself was a good representation of just how much work she had ahead of her. It was twice as big as her kitchen back home, and she had not grown up in a small house by any means. Still, she knew how to clean like a good future housewife and knew the value of an honest day's work. She would survive this, and maybe if it truly paid well enough she could get by with a smaller job later on. "It's reasonable, given what you're offering. I'm not one to turn away from a little hard work"

The offer of something to drink brought her back to reality. Some tea definitely sounded like a good idea. She was getting better about waking up early given some of her 8 AM classes, but like any good college student she needed some added help in the morning getting going. "Yeah, some tea would be lovely, caffeinated please" Her accent wasn't terribly thick but definitely still noticeable.
 
Nodding her head slightly, Veronique walked to the other side of the kitchen and opened one of the cabinets, picking two mugs from the shelf then closing the door once again. Even the way she walked in her kitchen was graceful, as if she had been groomed to act like a proper lady from her early childhood years. Yet there was a hidden side to her, one which many people did not get to see. She had very... peculiar interests... interests which Amy would no discover during her employment.

With the tea finished, she handed the hot mug to Amy while letting her own cool for a few moments. "From time to time I like to host parties. Fundraisers. Those sorts of things. You may be required to serve drinks and help make sure everything runs smoothly. Is that something you would be able to do?" She asked, leaning on the counter while drinking from her mug. "You would be paid for your over-time, of course."

Veronique thought back to the other five women who had been at the interview: two of them were highly-experienced maids with rather attractive references, yet perhaps Veronique had been thinking of other things than just someone who had been cleaning houses for many years.
 
The added job was a little out of left field, and Amy imagined she was going to have to use some of her extra funds to buy nicer outfits if that was the case. Ohhhh, if only she had known the truth... "Oh, yes, that would be just fine! I did a little bit of waitressing in high school, so I'm pretty good at serving. I might need a refresher if you want a particular style or anything. All that um... y'know, only serve from the left kinda thing. But I think I could pick it up pretty quickly" The extra pay was also a nice bonus, and she certainly wasn't going to turn down a bigger paycheck. It wasn't as if her social life, such as it was, was going to take any kind of hit for taking a few hours from her evenings once in a while.

She smiled bashfully and blew on her tea a little bit, letting it cool down some before trying to take a sip. The last thing she needed was a burned tongue bothering her all day while she worked. She was still unsure what it was that had caused the woman to choose her. She'd met a few of the other applicants on her way in and out and they were older, more experienced, and probably better workers than her. She occasionally got the weirdest sensation in the back of her mind that somehow she was picked in part because she was so young. But there had to be a law against hiring someone just because you also wanted them to look pretty, right? She was surely just being paranoid... Though, there was no denying, her host and boss was an incredibly fine specimen to say the least. Besides, Amy would never engage with a woman like that. She'd be completely ostracized from home - not that she wasn't already...
 
"Wonderful." Smiled Veronique, whose tea was now much cooler to the point she could take bigger mouthfuls without burning her mouth. Once she was about half-way through the tea, she placed the mug on the kitchen counter and began to walk towards the door. "Once you're done, I'd like you to follow me. I'll show you what I expect you to wear when you are working."

Veronique walked so that if Amy wished to finish her tea, the young woman would be able to catch up with her boss and not get lost in the house. While it was definitely daunting and intimidating at first, she would get used to all of the different rooms and layout in no time at all. "In here." She said, opening the door to the spare bedroom. It was one of the smaller rooms: a large window on the outside wall, the decor coloured in an almost dated brown and cream colour, with a double bed and a large wardrobe being the only two pieces of furniture in the room. She never used this room, hence why it looked rather different from some of the more 'modern' rooms like the kitchen.

Lying on the bed was her uniform. But rather than being a plain looking dress... the fabric it was made wasn't normal. It had a black, shiny look to it and on closer inspection, appeared to be made from some kind of rubber or... latex! A pair of black high heeled shoes (with a very impractical-sized heel) and white pantyhose (also made of latex) sat next to it. And all of it happened to be perfectly-sized for Amy's body.
 
Amy was content to finish up her tea first, but she clearly had to leave a few drops because she would otherwise have gotten lost in this place trying to hunt down where her employer had gotten off to. She set the cup down and followed off after her, arriving at the door only a moment later. Something was ringing in her ear as she approached the room. She was apparently going to have to wear a uniform. Probably some dowdy thing that acted as much as a dust cover as it did actual clothing. Still, better than ending up with her own clothes getting even dirtier.

However, this attitude immediately changed when she saw what was lying there. She walked up to it and picked it up in her hands, feeling the strange fabric. This was no cheap Halloween costume, this was something much different. Not a single thing in her entire wardrobe looked or felt like this. There were a few other things there, including a pair of heels that she knew already she would have no clue how to walk around in. Her face was a massive shade of red as she turned back to look at Veronique with wide, confused eyes. "Ma'am, I um..." Try not to sound too upset, just be humble, that'll work... "I can't accept this. Really, I came with these clothes knowing that I'd get them dirty. I'm sure these will be fine, I-I can work without this dress and stuff..." Another glance back down at the dress told her that something strange was going on here. And yes, the pay was amazing, and this kind of explained why. But she still felt so lost suddenly, like there was something much bigger going on that her sensibilities simply weren't privy to.
 
Veronique listened to Amy as she explained why she was wearing the clothes she had turned up in. But it would be obvious to her that her excuse was falling on deaf ears, because Veronique stood there with her arms folded, her head gently turning from side-to-side. "Miss Halloway, this uniform isn't a choice. You'll be required to wear it at all times. I do not care if it gets dirty... it can be washed."

Unfolding her arms, she picked up the white latex pantyhose and rubbed the thick material between her fingers. "I admit that my uniform choice may be rather strange, but you'll find soon enough that it is a particular hobby of mine." She said in a rather cryptic message, passing the latex to Amy before walking towards the door. "I'll leave you alone to get changed. If you have some difficulty in getting it on, please do not hesitate to call me." Veronique said, smiling slightly and closing the door behind her.
 
Amy didn't have any longer to appeal for her case. Veronique left her with her orders before walking out of the room. Of course, Amy knew that she was fully free to leave the costume, walk out the door, and head home to search for a new job. But standing there, touching the strange outfit again, something inside her stirred. This was insane, and scary, and kind of exciting. She had no clue what it was her employer was talking about when she said it was a hobby. The only thing Amy really understood was that she apparently wished for her maid to wear this clothing because she liked the sight of it. But that was all she could fathom.

Despite her arguments, she found herself slipping out of the clothing she'd come in wearing, folding them and putting them to the side. She started with the dress, and found to her distress that she couldn't really manage to put it on completely with her sports bra on. Admittedly, her breasts were small enough that she could survive without one, but she'd always been taught that only whores went without underwear. But what else could she do?? She'd been told to wear the dress, her bra was in the way, therefore, she had to go without. And it wasn't like anyone but Miss Bourbon would no. She was an adult, she could do as she pleased, right?? So away went the bra too and she finally managed to fit into the dress. It was way tighter than she'd first imagined. It fit her like a tight glove, and every single movement made her aware of how much her curves showed.

Sighing loudly she put on the thigh-highs next, finding them just as difficult to get used to. But the worst part were the damn heels. Putting them on was fine, it was walking in them that proved to be a problem. She was forced to take baby steps, and already she wasn't looking forward to making her way around this huge place in them. Forget all day, at this pace, a job like this would be a full-time gig!

Finally she emerged from the room looking like an entirely new young woman. She squeaked a little with each movement, and it took a while to finally hunt down Miss Bourbon again. Her cheeks were a deep red she hadn't felt in a while, not since she'd been hit on by that cute boy in 11th grade. "I-I'm all set..." She stared hard at the ground, embarrassed to raise her eyes from the floor.
 
Veronique was almost disappointed that the young woman hadn't called for her assistance, but she knew that it would be inappropriate for her to do something like that on her first day. Right now, they were merely employer and employee... and having Veronique pulling a rubber dress on to a naked body would hardly be considered appropriate. Veronique had been sitting in the living room, reading a book with one leg over the other. She began to smile as she heard the squeaking of latex, and the clicking of high heels that had yet to find their natural rhythm. She could tell that Amy had never worn heels as high as those ones, but walking about this house would give her plenty of practice.

"Good." Veronique said, looking up from her book yet not giving her any instructions right away. The young woman was bashful, avoiding eye contact. Veronique was becoming very excited right now... and it was proving hard to hide that fact. She couldn't break the 'boss' act, she had to keep herself calm. Finally, she stood up and placed the book down. "Not quite." She said, handing her a pair of pink rubber gloves. "Now you are. How are you finding the heels? I hope I don't have to take you to hospital with a broken ankle at the end of your shift." Veronique couldn't stop a smile from appearing, but she managed to get rid of it quickly.

"We'll start with downstairs. Seeing as we're in the living room right now, that's the perfect place to start." The living room was one of the largest rooms in the house, and the northern wall had a large built-in bookcase with hundreds of books. It was so tall, in fact, that she had to use a ladder to reach the top shelf. On the east wall was a huge, old-fashioned fireplace which was where the two couches faced. Veronique didn't seem to have a television in this room. "I think some of the books on the top shelves are getting a bit dusty... please make sure to clean them as best you can."
 
Amy may have been a simple enough girl, but even she was capable of catching, albeit it subconsciously, when someone was staring at her "with interest" as her mother used to put it. Some might call it leering, others, lustily gazing. The point is that for just a flash of a second, Amy saw that look in her employer's eyes. And she couldn't help but feel a strange shiver go through her body. So swiftly, everything was changing around her. She was in this stranger's house, wearing a way too weird and strangely sexy outfit, being gazed at by a woman who was also her boss. Her head was spinning and it was impossible to get a grip. It seemed so much easier to just go along with it until she could get home and find some time to think this through better.

She was forced to stand there for a while as Veronique got up and approached her. Just to add to her embarrassment, she was handed a pair of rubber gloves which she put on. Like the rest of the outfit, they were as form-fitting as much as they were functional - not like the old bright yellow ones her mother would wear when doing dishes. She slipped them on with a tiny bit of trouble, but now it seemed her outfit was complete. She began to understand just how ridiculously large and difficult just this one room would be.

"Speaking of broken ankles, Miss Bourbon, um... I don't know that I'm going to be able to climb up that ladder in these things" She motioned down at her heels. She could barely master the stairs in these things, how was she going to be able to scale up that high in such towering steps.
 
Veronique turned to the ladder which she would have to use to reach the top shelf, then looked back to the young woman's feet as they struggled to cope with their new heel. Even the way she stood was a contrast to the way her employer stood tall in her own, and as Veronique stood next to her... Amy didn't seem so small anymore. At the present moment, she was unaware that Amy had caught on to her glances.

"Would you like me to stand at the bottom of the ladder with a safety net?" The Frenchwoman asked; secretly liking the very thought. Standing at the bottom of the ladder, looking up her skirt while she cleaned the books at the top? No. She couldn't believe what she was thinking. This was ridiculous. She had to start thinking straight, these thoughts were ludicrous. But they had all started as soon as Amy walked in with that maid's outfit on... it was almost as if Veronique was finally letting her true urges come out.

Clearing her thoughts, Veronique returned to the chair she had been sitting on and picked up the book once more. "Now Miss Halloway... your shift has already started. And you are not being very productive. Are you going to clean the living room or not?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "I have laid out all the cleaning equipment you will need."
 
Amy stood there stammering for a few minutes as Miss Bourbon practically berated her and made fun of her, then she returned her chair and made it clear that if she didn't get to work quickly she would likely be in some kind of trouble. She was talking like a mother, or at least someone with way too much power.

Still, the pay was good, right? She had to at least try and do this stupid thing. So she grabbed up the duster and started for the ladder, figuring she ought to get the hard part out of the way first. Her steps were incredibly slow, and she was grateful that at least the steps leading up were wide enough to account for the side of the flat part of her heels - which wasn't hard. She did eventually make it up to the top and she began dusting off all the books. She reached each way as far as she could so she wouldn't have to move the ladder too much.

Though she hated having to ask for help from the person who hired her, she looked down at Veronique and sighed. "I do not relish the idea of trying to move this ladder and climbing it all over again. Could you just slide me over about five feet, Ma'am?"
 
Having tried to take her mind off the young attractive woman in that rubber outfit of hers, Veronique had closed herself off to the rest of the world, letting her mind become absorbed by the plot of the book. For a short while, she almost forgot that Amy was in the room... until her voice came from the top-corner of the living room.

"Hmm?" Muttered Veronique, who took a moment or two to register what the girl actually said. Her employer sighed, placing her bookmark between the pages she had been reading and putting it to one side; making it sound like it were an effort for her to stand up and walk over to the ladder. Along the way, she adjusted her skirt again before placing both hands at the base of the ladder. "Miss Halloway, would you like me to do anything else for you? Perhaps vacuum the stairs or wash the dishes?" She asked sarcastically, doing as the woman had asked and adjusting the ladder so she were closer to the dirty books.

Without waiting for a reply, the Frenchwoman returned to her seat and picked up the book... but this time it was difficult to read. She couldn't take her eyes away from her. And every time she dropped her eyes to the printed words... she took nothing in. She couldn't concentrate. She eventually conceded defeat. "I am away to the shops. I trust I can leave you hear to continue your chores?"
 
She sighed and rolled her eyes out of sight, trying her best to ignore Veronique's snarky attitude. This job was fast becoming far too much work. However, to her great relief, after a while longer of brushing off the book case and finally feeling content that this particular part of the job was done, she was informed that she would have the run of the house for a short while. She nodded her head with a small smile, trying her best not to look too excited. Being finished with the bookcase, she started her way, very very carefully, down the ladder again. "No problem, I'll just keep on working in here and I suppose I'll see you in a few hours, Ma'am?" She went over to the fireplace and began dusting that next.

She watched carefully, waiting until Miss Bourbon had taken off. She waited another ten minutes, continuing to work. Once the woman was gone, she hastily took off the heels and ran to get her shoes. She would keep on the rest of the outfit so she didn't waste too much time changing, but at least this would make life easier. She felt much more comfortable now, and this caused her to work a bit more swiftly. She worked back and forth across the room, dusting, wiping down, shining, etc. She even began to sing little songs to herself, dancing around a bit, finding that she really did feel quite sexy in this get-up.

Unfortunately, she didn't hear her employer return to the house, nor come in the front door. By the time she realized she wasn't alone in the house, there was no time at all to get back into her proper footwear. Well, fuck it, she couldn't do anything useful in those stupid heels, Veronique would just have to deal with it. At least she was still wearing the stupid outfit... even if it was growing on her a little bit.
 
Veronique wasn't out at the shops long; it had really been an excuse to leave the house and sort her thoughts out. There was a coffee shop on the other side of town which Veronique visited regularly: she wasn't a big coffee drinker, but it was a relaxing place that gave her time to just sit back and chill. Amy seemed open-minded. She did put on the maid outfit with little reluctance, after all. It brought a big, cheesey smile on Veronique's face. Maybe getting a maid would be worth it after all.

Returning, she made sure to be as quiet as she could to catch Amy off-guard. Not that she expected her to be sitting in the living room with her feet up. By now, she would have been finished with the living room and moved on to another one; there was still a large part of the house to clean and maybe Veronique had been a little too ambitious in thinking that it could be sparkling by the end of the day. It would probably take a few days to sort the place out, but she wouldn't tell Amy that just yet.

She could hear some singing originating from one of the rooms, so she headed in that direction. Opening the door, she was about to say something until her eyes instantly caught the lack of high heels on her feet. "What... who said you could wear those... ugly... things!" The Frenchwoman cried, shocked at what she saw in front of her.
 
For all her rebellious attitude in her head, Amy's defiance completely left when she saw Veronique storm up to her angrily declaring her shoes were far too ugly to be allowed on her feet. This was utterly confusing to her. As far as Amy was concerned, those heels were just as ugly, or at least offensive. They made it impossible to walk, and hurt her feet, and though she rather liked heels in general, they just made her feel like... well... kind of a huge slut. Paired with the dress, they were incredibly degrading.

But despite all these thoughts rolling through her head, the moment she tried to speak her mind, all she managed was to stumble over her words and mumble a small "Sorry, Ma'am, they were very hard to work in..." Her face was turning a bright red as she attempted to contemplate where all that fire she knew herself to be in possession of went. "C-Can't I keep these shoes on? I worked so much faster when I switched to them... S-See? This room is done" She motioned weakly to the living room, which was indeed in much better shape.
 
Wearing practical shoes made much more sense, all Veronique had to do was look around and see how much more the girl had accomplished whilst wearing her own shoes. She would probably have managed half... if that... if she were still wearing the high heels. But that didn't interest Veronique. She was furious that Amy had waited until she left, before slipping on her own shoes. Amy's logic wouldn't change Veronique's mind.

"Give them to me... give me them now!" She snapped, not even waiting for the girl to remove them herself. Veronique reached down and yanked the converse off her latex stockings, still frowning deeply. "I don't care if it takes you three times as long to clean a room..." She said, disappearing out of the room for a few moments to allow the girl to think about what she had done. When she came back, she had in her hands another pair of high heels (very similar to the ones she had worn before) but this time they featured an ankle strap with... padlocks!

"Put these on and lock them. It appears I can not trust you to work on your own."
 
She glared at the woman as she tore off her shoes, and then even more angrily so when she returned with even worse looking shoes. They were worse because they had tiny locks on them. Amy was willing to play along with her stupid uniform, and having to dust so high up while wearing such dangerous heels. She could have died on that stupid ladder!

Well, this was definitely the straw that was going to break the camel's back. While she knew she could have just quit and gone her own way, for some reason this never occurred to her. She only was able to focus on rebellion, on going against the grain. Just like with Veronique, sense was quickly being thrown out the window. It never occurred to the girl to think about how she was getting slightly aroused by all this, because she was never really much of a sexual creature before. Instead, she only knew that she was feeling overly emotional.

And so she collapsed back on the couch, bringing up her latex-clad legs and hiding them, tucking them under her ass. She crossed her arms over her chest and continued to glare wordlessly at the woman. No, she wasn't going to play that game. She would work barefoot, she would work nude, before she had to put on such ridiculous heels again!
 
Veronique stood there, one hand on her hip while the heels dangled from a finger on her other one. She was unimpressed with the girl's behaviour, even if her request that she wear high heels with a padlock on them was a little... unorthodox and rather unusual. This was still only her first day, yet Veronique had dressed her up in that outfit and was now bringing in a little bit of bondage to a woman she barely knew? Placing the heels on the floor, she walked over to the couch and sat next to her; a frown still on her face.

At first, she didn't know what to say. While asking her to wear a uniform was one thing, asking her to wear what she had brought in was another. But Veronique was a woman who never backed down from things, she was determined and persistant to get what she wanted; and if that involved not backing off by her demand... so be it. For a few moments, there was silence. Amy sat there quiet, and Veronique didn't dare speak in fear of letting the young girl know of the thousand thoughts that were racing through her mind.

Then out of nowhere: she did what she was so dying to do. It was time to stop thinking about it. She reached out, grabbing Amy by her arm and pulling her sideways until she was almost lying across her lap. Veronique's hand began to gingerly yank the skirt upwards and tug her underwear down her latex-skinned legs. Then without hesitating for a single moment; she began to smack. Twice... four times... six... she fought any attempt of a fight-back, reaching a final tenth smack before sitting Amy back to her former position again... her panties still by her knee.
 
Well, that was... unexpected.

Amy watched in growing curiosity as Veronique moved with agonizing slowness. She expected to be yelled at - as horrible as that was - or maybe even slapped for being so "rude". But despite knowing that something bad was coming her way, her curiosity seemed to keep her stuck right in her spot rather than rushing for the safety of her changing room like any sane person would do. This soon turned out to be the wrong course of actions. She found herself dragged onto Veronique's lap and she was immediately a naughty little girl again, being spanked for her misbehavior.

But this was... different. Amy couldn't put her finger on it. Something about the dress, and the threat of the locking heels, and the fire burning in her behind... She wasn't just upset, she was also getting just the tiniest bit aroused too! She whimpered and struggled against the woman, but she knew full well she could have broken away if she truly wanted to. What she was really doing was acting just like a kid again, struggling because that was just what you did. And that only made her feel even more oddly turned on.

She was eventually set back onto the couch, her ass on fire, her eyes filled with tears, an overly dramatic pout on her lips. She could hardly sit down and was forced to get up to her feet, slowly pulling her panties back up, which only made a constant reminder of the light burning still in her backside. She looked at Veronique with a strange mix of anger, confusion, intrigue, and embarrassment. She had absolutely no clue what to say. What could you, after something so far out of left field like that?? Then, her sense apparently having gone completely out the window, she looked down at those stupid heels and shook her head. "I-I'm still not wearing them. That's just... wrong..." But again, it sounded like the whining of a teenager told to do her chores, more of an annoyance than anything, not really recognizing the pure ridiculousness of the situation.
 
Veronique held her breath in preparation of Amy's reaction. It felt good, Veronique couldn't deny that she had no regrets about doing it. She almost wanted to smile but knew that she had to keep up the appearance of being the boss. Getting to her feet, she went to pick up the high heels and dangled them from her fingers again. So Amy was more than willing to continue this little game of theirs, she still hadn't walked out of here yet, so she had to give the girl that. Was she maybe... enjoying this? A normal person would have ripped the uniform off, grabbed her things and stormed out of the house cursing and shouting at how Veronique was 'sick' and that she was calling the police.

"Well... you have two choices. You either wear the shoes that I gave you to begin with, or you wear these ones here." Getting close to her maid, Veronique was now inches from her face: locking eyes with her. "Whatever happens, when you are cleaning upstairs I want to hear the click-click-click of a pair of high heels." She pulled away. "So what is it going to be?"

Veronique decided to place the two pairs of heels next to one another on the floor, stepping back towards the hallway. "I'm going to make myself some lunch. When I return I expect to see you wearing one of these and back to your cleaning. Because believe me... I could spank you all day." She muttered, giving a forced smile before walking out of the room towards the kitchen. It was then that she managed to grin to herself, looking at her right palm. This girl was definitely going to be fun to keep around: and Veronique had barely got on to the good stuff.
 
With the woman gone finally she felt herself trembling heavily. Why in the world hadn't she run for the door? She had the chance, she wasn't a prisoner, that was clear. And it wasn't as if she felt trapped in any way. In fact, she was able to see quite clearly that the only thing keeping her around was herself. And that was the problem. She was so intrigued and curious and confused that it was almost as if she just had to see what would come next!

And so, she sat down on the couch again, wincing as her ass lit up once more, and began putting on the plain pair of heels - if one could sanely call them that... While Veronique went to get lunch, she got back to work. She finally moved on to the next room, having to take the ridiculous task of moving everything along with her. But before too long, something odd started to happen. She bought into it a little bit. And when she did, things moved always as swiftly as they did when she switched out her shoes. The shoes made her walk funny, so she walked with them instead of against them. They made her hips waggle, but it was kinda fun... Before too long, her good mood had returned, much to her surprise, and she was moving about washing and wiping and dusting - not nearly as gracefully as before, but better than she initially thought such high heels would allow.

And all the while, the shoes most definitely gave a pleasant little click-click-click noise, giving her a rhythm to her soft humming and whistling.
 
It had been two weeks since her first day and Veronique had noticed a definite improvement in her maid's behaviour and attitude. She seemed to wear the dress almost as if it were natural to her now, and her ability to move in her high heels was definitely much better than the first time she put them on. (Un)fortunately, she had to dish out another spanking because she hadn't cleaned one of the rooms to Veronique's high standard.. although it had been at the end of a long day. However, other than that... Veronique was happy with having her around the house.

Veronique was sitting outside; the time had just passed mid-day and the sun was out in full bloom. She wore a flowery summer dress and large sunglasses which protected her eyes from the bright shine of the sun; reading her book and sipping at a glass of wine occasionally. It also happened to be a Friday afternoon, and Veronique had promised Amy that if she had did a satisfactory job of cleaning the upstairs today, then she would be allowed to finish early. The truth was that she was doing such a good job that her days were becoming shorter and shorter; there was no longer any need to completely clean each room from top to bottom because she was cleaning it almost every day anyway. The dust had disappeared; not getting any chance to return. Veronique knew that she would probably be finishing within the next quarter of an hour.

Amy had been instructed by her 'Madame' to come down and see her when she was done. She was eager to hear what she had to say about her 'special' wardrobe which she had deliberatly left open. Inside consisted of various outfits made from the same kind of material which she was already wearing, as well as other... 'accessories'... which were interesting.
 
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