Fetched maid ( Kobrakid93 x Sharub )

[Sharub]

Emily slumped over the red-leather of the sofa with a sigh, looking the last dining customer to leave with a satisfied smile and a wave, walking in the darkness of the park lot in front of the diner; still, despite her tiredness, she still had to clean the floor and prepare all the tables for the morning after by refilling all the salt-pepper containers, check the maple-syrup's dispensers, napkins...

It was already late night when she opened the door of her rented apartment, slowly walking like a zombie in the dark corridor that led to her bedroom. There, passing in front of a mirror, she saw her eyes, reddened under the thick black frame of her glasses; her eyelids heavy and purple eyebags started to appear beneath the otherwise light color of her blue eyes. "You cannot stand much longer in such conditions, girl" thought her while leaning closer to the mirror, checking the damages of such a time-consuming job. With a condemned sigh, she walked toward her soft, comfortable bed, with her legs pulsing and aching even under her own bird-like weight.

After a quick shower, she exited from the bathroom still with few patches of water over her pale skin, her long, waved brown hairs smelling of sweet vanilla and other sweet scents that quickly filled the small bedroom in those soothing and relaxing perfumes. She walked slowly, naked, with her small, young breasts jutting in the fresher air, then, with almost a pained groan, Emily managed to bend and wear a pair of panties, moving almost like a slug to enter the fresh bedsheets.

Almost moaning in satisfaction, finally feeling her body to rest and start to melt beneath the safety of the white clothes, Emily reached for her glasses on the nearby table. "I must find another job" thought her, while grabbing her iPhone and heading to an online portal for job announcements. She didn't mind being a waitress, heck, she liked it too: talking with people (but not too much), serving them, helping them, making each customer satisfied of her service... the only problem was that due to the poor payment, she had to over-do and work too much each day in order to pay her rent.

Then, an idea sparkled in her mind, her big, tired eyes almost revived; "What if..." her slender fingertips danced over the screen, unaudibly tapping over buttons "there... maid" said her with a satisfied grin. She knew that she could cook, clean, do the laundry and keep an home tidy, and the pay would certainly be better than that. Immediately, she found an announcement:

A maid in uniform is required to help our family for everyday duties. It is required at least minimal knowledge of home-handling, such as dusting, cleaning and serving the family whereas required. Competitive payment. Room and three meals per day included. One day off-job per week ensured (to be accorded with the family).

She couldn't believe that such an opportunity would come out so quickly, with trembling fingers, she sent an email to the family, sending her Curriculum and experiences, ensuring her immediate availibility. Then, overwhelmed by tiredness, she set her morning bell, with the phone mercilessly stating:
|Wake Up set: 6 hours left|

 

[Kobrakid92]

Charles Spencer sat in his wheelchair, his eldest and only son Addison, standing behind him, on the front porch of their estate both gently waving farewell to their house maid. She had decided to resign after a work related incident had occurred. Addison wheeled his father back inside the large estate and immediately went to work on placing a ad for a new maid. Within only a few short hours there was an email expressing interest in the job. Addison quickly replied and arranged for a interview the following day. He gave the hopeful employee the address and waited patiently.

The mansion itself was rather large, an old preserved colonial style that had been in the family for many generations. It resided on the outskirts of the nearby city tucked away from sight in the local forest. Addison waited patiently for the hopeful employee to arrive before he answered the door. He wore a dark red button up shirt complemented with a black tie and black slacks and shoes. The light shined on his brown hair that was neatly combed over just above his brown eyes.

"Good afternoon miss. My name is Addison. I'll be interviewing you for the job. " he said politely. He took in a quick glance of her appearance, first impressions made or break most people, before showing her inside. He carefully watched her expression of the interior. It looked nice and well kept for as old as it was. Everything had been either redone or replaced at one point before being put in its current preserved state. "The job is simple really. Just clean from top to bottom and assist our chef with meals by preparing the table." he explained. He began giving her a tour of the estate, showing her where she would have to clean and where she didn't. He finally brought her back to the main hall. "So, do you think you can handle it? " he asked.

He suddenly heard loud barking from out back. "Ah yes one more thing. You'll need to make sure Hamlet is fed and watered daily. Approach him slowly at first until he gets used to you. He's our guard dog so he can be somewhat aggressive to newcomers. " he added.

 

[Sharub]

When she woke up, Emily immediately went to her email page, still declaring being empty of replies.
With a sigh, as she expected almost a dreamlike event: to wake up and see an answer for her application; almost resigned, she rose from her bed, shivering in her nakedness in the fresher air of the morning. As quickly as she could, Emily ate her breakfast and after a few minutes spent combing her wavy hairs, she ran outside, moving for another heavy day of underpaid massacre.

The morning started again with the usual customers coming for their coffee, pancakes and other over-fried items that always made Emily to shiver in disgust at the sole thought of eating sausages and bacon in the morning. Still, she smiled. As forceful as it was. Unlke all the other days, she felt time flowing like mellow honey... slow and slower... reminding her how tight her patience was for that job. During lunch break, she extracted her pink-covered iPhone, and then...
"1 Notification". The screen of her phone bleeped under her eyes while her finger slid over the screen. <<YES!>> said her almost in a whisper while eating a sandwich in the backroom.

She couldn't even realize how she managed to convince the manager to let her go for the afternoon, but it didn't mattered. Not at all. Now she was amazed by the majesty of the gates. With a gulp, she timidly approached the door-com. <<Uhm... Hi.. erm... Good Afternoon, s-sir! I am Emily, I should have a talk with Mr. Spencer.>> with a loud click, the gates opened, allowing her to enter the gardens. Emily walked over the gravel path that passed near neatly cured and shaped hedges and bushes over an almost tailored grass. "wow" tought her while strolling into that Eden-like paradise. Soon she was in front of the mansion, built in the traditional mansion style of the area since centuries before, speaking both the richness of the family and, eventually, their long-standing in the area.

Before clicking the shiny brass doorbell, she checked her appearance, checking that the buttons of her cream shirt were perfectly locked and her knee-lenght tartan skirt was free from any unelegant stains or fold. "You look like an university nerd" thought her, before adjusting her glasses and ringing, sporting a genuine and friendly smile.

After that the door opened, she saw the owner. Or who she thought to be, she smelt richness and gentlemen-like mannerism in the man in front of her, distant years-light from the folks of the town. Once she was inside, she felt like being in one of the sitcoms of the 80's about maids and butlers she liked to watch. While following Addison, Emily looked at how cured and well maintained the house was. It was immaculate. And it was certainly a job of a certain level, answering with nods and almost whispered affirmations when he showed rooms and halls, corridors and spots of the estate.

When asked if she could handle it, she gulped, feeling that that was her chance for a real life-changing deal <<Sir, I've always dealth with similar tasks for at least two years, in town; I also learn quickly and i am sure that i will find no obstacles here.>> "Well said, girl" thought her, almost trembling.

<<Ah... g-guard dog, sir?>> said her turning toward the barking sound, spotting a huge dane running over the grass outside, its light-brown/blond coat shining under the sun's ray. She stopped for a moment "It's enormous! Is not a dog, it... a veal!" thought her while freezed " Doesn't Matter! You want this job. And no dog or veal-sized dog shall prevent you." She breathed, then looked Addison in his eyes <<Absolutely not a problem, Sir. I am sure that i will go along with Hamlet as if it is a puppy.>> said her boldly, waiting for an anwer from the interviewer.

 

[Kobrakid92]

Addison paid close attention to Emily throughout the duration of the walking interview. While he wasn't blown away by any means, he also wasn't thoroughly disappointed either. After her confirmation and confidence in tending to Hamlet he nodded. "Alright then. Can you start tomorrow?" he asked curiously. The sooner he got the position filled the better. Once she gave her answer he nodded with approval. "Alright then. Arrive here no later than seven a.m. Your uniform will be provided and cleaned for you in case of any disastrous mess." he said. He politely walked her to the door to see her out. Once she was gone he quickly set to work in preparing her uniform. Once finished and prepared he laid it out on a small table next to the front door for her to change into once she arrived for work.

The day of her arrival started out like any other day. Addison assisted his father morning with breakfast and informed him of their new maid that would be starting that day. Addison went to the door to greet Emily when she arrived. "Good morning miss Emily." he said with a soft smile as he let her in. "Your uniform is prepared for you over there." he said, pointing to the maid outfit on the table. "If it ever needs repaired or cleaned just let me know and I'll take care of it." he added. "I reccomend starting your day with feeding and watering Hamlet first. That way he can start to get accustomed to your presence." he explained, a subtle trace of hesitation lined his voice. "After that you can begin your daily duties with ease. Before I forget, your pay will be waiting for you on the table at the end of every week." he added. With that he walked off to finished tending to his father until his nurse arrived.

He tended to his own work while Emily proceeded to start hers. He hoped that she would stay longer than their last maid but that all depended on how she was able to deal with Hamlet and if she was able to. He hoped that she would not be a repeat incident like their last one. On the way out back, a bag of dog food with a metal scooper inside could be seen. Next to it was a metal bucket for Hamlet's water bowl, the garden hose being located right outside the back door to fill the bucket with.

 

[Sharub]

She couldn't believe she was hired! With joy, she shook hands with Addison, agreeing to be there the morning after. She was so high in happiness that she had neither realized how she walked away, daydreaming about the change in her life. "Gosh" thought her with a sigh while strolling to return back home "A new job!...no more back-breaking shifts!" Emily soon arrived at her rented home, with her hands almost trembling in excitement, she jumped on the overstuffed bed and giggled.

Immediately, her mind went for her actual job, and decided to call immediately the Diner manager. In few minutes she resigned from that disappointing experience. She almost laughed, such was a relief. After a quick glance at the clicking clock on the wall, she realized that it was still afternoon and, for the first time since months, she had half-day free from any chore. With that, Emily took the chance to watch TV. After few minutes, Emily was dreaming again of her new job; <<...maid outfit...>> whispered to herself, immediately picturing herself with a long black dress, with its frilled decorations on the wrists, the cute maid head-piece, wandering here and there in the huge mansion while dusting old trophies and items with her ostrich-feathered duster. She sighed loudly, slowly falling asleep with a smile on her thin lips.

The day after, She woke an hour earlier. She couldn't help to be excited, and, despite the unusual hour of the morning, she was already filled with energies; after a quick but rich breakfast, Emily strode into the still empty roads of the town, walking in the fresh air of the morning, smelling the misty freshness of the woods and pine-trees of the nearby forest, distracted now and then by a lonely car that sprinted aside.

Once arrived at the mansion's gates, she found the path opened, still, remembering the presence of a huge guard dog, she peeked inside, waiting for someone... or something... to appear. Taking the risk, Emily entered the mansion's garden, walking again over the moist gravel path until she was in front of the door. This time not as a girl in search of a job but as employee of the household, Emily knocked the door.

<<Good morning, Sir>> answered her with a light bow; oh how much she loved victorian-era stories about maids, and finally she became one. The moment in which Mr. Addison showed a black mass of clothes, she couldn't but smile in joy, being presented her very own maid outfit! <<Thank you, sir.>> said her while taking the clothes in her hands as if they were made of the most delicate silk the world has ever produced, while nodding as her employer explained her first chores for the house, once he finished, she again nodded <<Yes, sir.>> with that, she walked away from him, remembering that there was a service room used by the previous maid in which she could change her clothes and exit as the new maid.

The door squeaked a little, and a small room appeared; clearly used exclusively for storing house-cleaning items and instruments, with a light soapy lemon scent in the air. Emily trhow her purse-bag over the table, covering its surface with the clothes she received, trying to open the dress in front of her eyes. Joy immediately turned into insecurity as she perceived that something was wrong with those clothes. With her open hands, she approximated the measure of the dress and the skirt starting from the line that approximatively indicated her belt-line. She gulped when her measuring hand stopped few inches below her supple bottom. "Th-this must be an error" thought her "...certaily the previous maid was very very small for her to fit in this". Still, hearing the voice of her... master? ... owner? She didn't knew how to call him, maid her remove her worries and immediately undressed and tried the new uniform.

She tried to imagine her whole body from another's viewpoint, but she couldn't erase the heat from her cheecks, shame and a bit of fear ran trough her spine everytime she thought of the short hem of the skirt and she could bet that anyone around could see her supple bottom and her panties. Her heart started to thump in her chest, as she adjusted the headpiece and her glasses before opening the door, always with an hand on her back, trying to lower the skirt.

<<S-sir? I think that the uniform is too short for me...>>

 

[Kobrakid92]

Addison was on his way out the door when he heard Emily's voice. He turned to face her and listened to her claim. He took her in at a quick glance before lightly tilting his head to the side. He quickly walked around her, taking her in from every possible angle before stopping in front of her. "No miss your uniform is tailored specifically to you." he said. Then it dawned on him. "Ah ok I see what you mean. Your uniform is the correct size. It's one of father's rules or preferences from before I was born. I'm sorry but there's no changing it." he explained. With that he disappeared down a nearby hallway and left Emily to start her tasks.

 

[Sharub]

Emily waited for Addison to come closer, holding her hands together in front of her, trying not to appear overly ashamed, but the burning sensation on her red cheecks were undeniable. She tried to breath slower to calm herself down, but without effect: she cannot but think at his eyes examinating her in places nobody has ever seen neither on the beach, and the thought of her supple bottom being shamefully hid under few scant inches of frilly cloth by her employer... She gulped, in a last try to gulp away the awkward situation.

When Addison explained her that it was not an old maid outfit from a tiny maid but purposefully tailored for her measures, Emily was startled in the deepest of her core, not neither being able to correctly formulate an answer, nor a whine or a protest. She remained still with her eyes wide open and her mouth half-open, preparing for her voice to come, in vain. "This is... impossible!" thought her "That was not part of the deal... i gotta get rid of this... but... i will be pennyless... no... this is too much. Unless... yes. I must endure this. Afterall... the old one cannot neither walk, and Addison doesn't seem... interested. Also... it seems the common rule for maids of this household to wear this outfit. This is not the time for being prudes, Girl! Work for your money!". Refrained by her thoughts, Emily, still lightly blushing, nodded to the idea of accepting this shameful yet lucrative position, and walked toward the back of the mansion.

Emily opened the door and exited to the patium, where her eyes were greeted with a seemingly endless grass field decorated by coloured flowers and high hedges on its sides; remembering what Mr. Addison said, she went for the bowls and bend to reach them. Feeling fresh air on her panties, she immediately stood upward, having forgotten for an instant, that such bending movements are not an option anymore. This time bending her knees, Emily picked up the bowls and after having filled them with water and dog food, tried to spot the dog, Hamlet.

<<Hamlet!>> called her with sweet voice, trying to be friendly <<Here Hamlet Hamlet!>>, slowly, she moved over the fresh and soft grass, heading toward the dog's kennel, mostly looking like a little cottage. <<Hamleeeeet, here's your meal...>>. She was certainly more afraid by the idea of a guard dog rather than the breed: she knew that danes were mostly innocent yet impressive dogs, but the thought of a ferocious and gigantic Dane on her, unleashing its vicious teeths on her neck were enough for her to sweat in fear. With a gulp, she proceeded forward, hoping that the family knew the risks of a new servant around a guard dog...

 

[Kobrakid92]

Her initial calls for Hamlet went unanswered and the surrounding area was silent. Once she got closer to the kennel and the sound of the cage door opening got Hamlet's attention. The large muscular dane came sprinting from around the corner of the estate and towards his kennel. Once he spotted Emily he quickly brought himself to a halt and crouched at the sight of the new person. He sniffed at the air and growled at the unfamiliar scent of her. Hamlet wasn't dumb though. He could see that the new person had his food and water so she was meant to feed him. He slowly approached Emily and sniffed at her. Once he got her scent he slowly backed away and watched her very carefully. Once his food and water bowls were filled he slowly approached them and sniffed at them. Finding nothing wrong with them he faced back towards her and sniffed at her again.

Hamlet moved even closer to her and reared up on his hind legs and placed his front paws on her shoulders and gently licked her face, as if saying thank you, before getting down and going back to his bowls. He quickly enjoyed his breakfast before going back to Emily and sniffing her once again. This time his nose lightly scrapped along her bare legs and slowly trailed up until his nose went up under the short skirt of her outfit and lightly moved over her panties. From a window on the second floor Addison watched the entire scene with nervous ease. "At least he seems to like her." he said relieved. Then he watched as his nose went up under her skirt and he became nervous again. "Uh oh." he said worried.

 

[Sharub]

Hamlet appeared out the corner of her eyes, running toward her; Emily froze in pure, natural fear as the veal-sized dog sprinted toward her, then stopped. Sweating cold and with trembling hands, she moved the bowls near the ground <<...Ha-Hamlet doggy... he-here's your yummy...>>. Tension and nervousness danced in her mind as her eyes remained focused on the beast in front of her, that sniffed and halted, sniffed and approached, as if to wonder if she was something friendly or something to attack, bite, maul and shred into tiny pieces of newly-hired maid.

Slowly letting go of the bowls, Emily backed a step away from them, leaving Hamlet to feel unmenaced by that new human around his own domain, but as soon as he had sniffed the two bowls and recognized familiar and welcoming scents of his favourite food, she saw his expression turn into the iconic relaxed dog-stance, no longer feeling like a threat, Emily took a sigh of relief. A yelp escaped from her lips anyway, as she saw the gigantic dog jumping at her and standing on his hindlegs, like a bear ready to strike with his paws, just to find his incredible weight, probably heavier than herself, playfully licking her face. With closed eyes she laughed and let him go eat his food, while wiping her face with an handkerchief in her pocket, not hiding a shiver of disgust at the trickles of spit that trailed from the cloth she used.

Watching him eating his food was a rewarding sight, she thought, sure that the biggest and, at the moment, scarier thing was now tamed and no longer a menace. <<Oh, what's it big boy?>> said her with the iconic voice with which humans relates to inferior species, readying herself to pat the big dane on his head. Still, he just sniffed her, poking his moist and cold nose over her uncovered, smooth legs. Always laughing, she just tried to move his head away, but her tiny hands were nothing against his strong muscles, and she felt, with a yelp, that the dog gave a quick shift upward of his muzzle, and she felt his moist nose right outside her pussylips.

Blushing in unexpected shame and horror, she yelled at him, this time jumping away from him while her hands went for the hem of her skirt, trying to cover her intimacy a little more. "Stupid dog" thought her while looking at the seemingly happy dog in front of her. With nothing more to do in order to be friendly with him, she backed away slowly, while trying to reach the house as soon as possible, no longer wishing to stay outside in that marvellous garden.

 

[Kobrakid92]

Hamlet quickly backed away when she yelled at him. When she started backing away from him he charged at her then stopped and backed up, thinking she wanted to play, then started bounding from side to side. He quickly made a random pattern of approaching her from different directions and sticking his nose up under her skirt before quickly retreating. Addison watched for a few moments, chuckling at the playful sight before moving away from the window. Hamlet continued his random playful assault, his tail constantly wagging with excitement. To him the goal was to knock her over and lick her face again to signify that he'd won their little game.

 

[Sharub]

As soon as she made a few steps toward the house, she heard the heavy breath of the dog behind her, immediately feeling again his moist nose sneak beneath the skirt. <<NO!>> yelled her while keeping the skirt close to her legs <<Shoo!>> but the annoyment in her voice was nothing for the dog that playfully jumped here and there, crouching in the grass and then running away in another direction. She didn't mind much that he wanted to play, but there was something very wrong in his continuous sneaking beneath her skirt and taking a sniff. Looking at him trough her heavy glasses with eyes filled of rage, as she once read about the fact tht dogs reads human's eyes just like voice, she hoped to make him stop; instead... she heard another sniff in the air as he sneaked at her back.

<<STOP. IT.>> snarled her twirling on her toes, trying to reach him and stop his exploring head, but thinking he was already further away she didn't saw his thick, muscular body a few inches away from her legs, with a surprised meep, the maid fell over the soft and fresh grass that tickled her cheecks, trying to get up, she moved to get on all fours, trying to move her skirt in place again.

 

[Kobrakid92]

Once she went to the ground Hamlet quickly and happily licked her face in victory. He moved to walk away when he heard her trying to get up. When he saw her on all fours his head lightly cocked to the side. He moved to her backside and stuck his nose under her skirt again and sniffed. This time he caught the full scent of her sex and licked at her panties with his tongue. His tongue seemed to cover every inch of her panties from front to back in mere seconds. He lightly bumped her thighs trying to get her to spread her legs.

 

[Sharub]

On her hands and knees, Emily felt again his nose poking at her tender folds, hidden beneath the thin protection that her panties offered. Turning her head, looking behind her shoulders, she saw the bulk of his body, like a furry mountain at her back. She tried to snap a command... or an insult, but a shockwave of tingles passed over her body, as she felt his large warm tongue lapping at her human pussy, gurgling into her throat for the surprise and fear for what was going on. "Th-the heck is going on?" thought her petrified, still watching over he shoulders with wide open eyes; soon the thought of being seen by the Owners made her gasp in horror and shame.

Moving her legs around, trying to disentangle the canid head nestled between them, she only managed to shiver more, feeling his nose poking deeper within the panties. Gritting her teeths and feeling her temples starting to boil in a mix of fear and shame, the petite girl was now aiming for the safety of the home with all of her being, still, the dog behind her was still a guard dog, with its teeths and vicious attitude toward things that runs. Looking at the household's windows, she quickly tried to think a way in which she could save her and her image from that embarassing empasse. Getting that, for some reason, that guard dog got interested in her pussy more than an oversexed college football player, she moved her bottom side-by-side, distracting him from his point of focus while also getting on her knees, ready to stand and move forward the household, while her mind was clogged in insults against the dog and whoever allowed such a disrespectful dog to beheave like that...