Custom Maid

CUSTOM MAID

By Bea

 

I woke up.  Where the hell was I?  A blonde bombshell in what looked like a Dior skirt suit and immaculate hair was  sitting behind a large desk across from me and looking at me impatiently. “Well?” she snapped.  “It’s about time!”

“Eh, Hmm, Er?” I fumbled.”   I was obviously in a meeting.  Had I fallen asleep?

“Not very articulate, is he? “ A brunette, with a similar sheen of well groomed command spoke from my left.  She looked somewhat familiar.

“Well, one must make allowances, considering?” the blonde said calmly.

“For what?  Idiocy?” the brunette snapped.

“Hey!” I said thickly.  “What’s going ON here?”  Turned to the brunette.  “I’m a little confused. But don’t be calling me an idiot!”

 She looked amazed! Stared across the desk at the blonde. “You said they were submissive!”  She sounded aggrieved.

“But you said – on your form” the blonde looked through a folder on her desk until she found something. “That, quote, you didn’t want some swishy Nancy boy.  Got that here in black in white!” She stared coldly at the brunette. “Now I know that ‘Nancy boy’ is a Brit term – but doesn’t what you entered mean that you don’t want someone TOO submissive?  And?  If I’m not mistaken?  Didn’t you indicate that you wish to ‘train your sissy’ yourself?  I can look it up on your Requirements Description form if you don’t remember.”

The brunette looked decidedly unhappy.  Pursed her lips.  “I guess so,” she said primly  The blonde nodded, having made her point.