Thirty Days to Jenny Ch. 2
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(i.e., the washing of her lingerie.)
I was well versed the litany of the job, having done Lucille's for two months now. I utilized both sinks, one to wash and one to rinse. As I finished each one, I spread it on a large fluffy towel to dry.
As I finished up, Betty required my assistance. "Lynn, shampoo my hair please," she said crisply.
Obedient to her instruction I lathered and rinsed then lathered again and left in so the built in conditioner could work. "Shave my legs," she instructed lifting her left out of the bubbles. I found her shaving gel and rubbed on, by hand, the entire length of her leg. Her breathing became heavy as I worked on her inner thigh. I repeatedly drew the razor the length of her leg. When I was finished, she presented her other leg for a repeat performance.
I could see the lust build in her eyes as I worked. She was getting off on my touch. When I was through, she used her feet to lower the water level enough to expose her magnificent breasts. Leaning forward, she commanded that I wash her back. I complied and after, she leaned back. "Keep washing," she said, glancing down at her now heaving breasts. Her erect nipples were clearly visible through the sparse bubbles clinging to her. As commanded I massaged the soap over her flesh. Her eyes closed and she lay back, virtually squirming with pleasure. When I reached her belly, she gasped, stood up and commanded, "Rinse me." I took her hand held shower and carefully rinsed her head, her body, arms and legs.
Anticipating her need, I patted her dry with the large towel on the rack. I followed that with a liberal dusting of powder. At her instance I smoothed it with my hands. She trembled under my touch.
"Oh Lynn, you have such a sensual touch." She took my hand and led me to her bedroom. Laying akimbo on the bed, she said, "Let's find out just how talented your tongue really is."
"Miss Betty," I said, "should I really do that?"
"You know what Lucille said, 'Obey me as you would her.' You wouldn't want me to tell Lucille you were uncooperative now would you?"
I curtsied and bent to the task. I didn't want to be spanked by Lucille. I was taken by the freshness of the taste not at all like Lucille Sunday morning.
The rest of the day, I did laundry, cooked and cleaned. Late in the afternoon, Betty worked hard at trying to humiliate me by referring to me as a sissy slut maid. But I just looked at the floor and waited for her to run out of adjectives. She took advantage of my tongue again, telling me that Lucille should rent me by the hour to sex starved housewives. That did get me, but I didn't let it show. I had to be back by five, so I could get dinner for Lucille. At about 4:30, Betty had me sit at the kitchen table.
"Lynn, I should apologize to you. I don't know much about the domination lifestyle. When I asked Lucille to borrow you, I thought we could have some fun together. While you have done everything I asked, I get the feeling that you didn't have a good time. Am I right? Please answer truthfully. I really want to know."
"You're right," I said looking down.
"Well, tomorrow bring me a list of five things that you want to do."
With that she dismissed me for the day.
That evening, Lucille was full of questions about my day. I tried to give and overview but she wanted details. She specifically asked if Betty had 'used' me. When I gave an oblique answer, she said, "No you silly goose. Did she use your tongue?" When I hung my head and admitted it she said, "Ooo, you naughty girl. Did she like it?"
"Yes Mistress," I said with a curtsy.
"I hope you're right. I'll be asking her and I'll have to spank you if she didn't."
That evening after I had taken care of Lucille, I had a little time to myself. I made a list of things I'd like to do while dressed.
Go to a movie. Go for a walk. Go shopping. Go to lunch. Go to a museum.
Nervously I folded my list into a small square and tucked it into the toe of my shoe. I didn't want Lucille to find that list. Then it struck me that Lucille and Betty were friends and this could be some kind of trap. I'm supposed to be a maid. I made a new list.
Serve your every need. Clean house. Do laundry. Do ironing. Hand wash lingerie.
This is the list I'll show Betty. She'll show it to Lucille and Lucille will know that I really want to obey and that I know my place.
The next day, Betty wanted to see my list first thing, so I gave her my second list. She got a disgusted look on her face.
"You did all that yesterday and I could tell it wasn't what you wanted to do. It was what you had to do. Here," she said, "sit her and write a list of things you really want to do."
For a few minutes, I tried to figure a way to play it safe, but in the end, I reached into my bra, where I had hidden my real list. I handed it to her.
"Now, that's more like it. This we can do. Let's go to a movie today," she looked at me smiling. "That outfit won't do. I don't think I'd be comfortable with the attention you'd attract. Do you have anything more... ordinary?"
"Well, yes, I do."
"I don't mean dowdy, I want you dressed sexy, but I want it to be something like I might wear."
"I have a mid calf skirt with a slit up my right thigh. While I'm standing, it's quite conservative, but when I sit... well, I have to wear pantyhose with it because when I wear nylons, my garter tab shows in the top of the slit."
"Oh," she said, "I like it already. Even without seeing it. Only, wear it with nylons. You won't be sitting anywhere, but my car and in the theater. I want to see that garter. Go change and come right back. I'll get ready while you're gone."
I was still unsure that something bad wouldn't happen as a result, but changed anyway. Going out. I've wanted to go out with Lucille, but I never had the nerve to ask her. I'm not sure how this will turn out, but I'm stuck, if I change my mind, I'm in trouble, if I don't, I may be in trouble anyway. Oh well, I might just as well enjoy myself until then.
Back at Betty's she was dressed and waiting. I managed to tell her that I was concerned about going some place where someone might recognize me. She headed way across town to a multiplex theater. We chose a romance and bought tickets. I was scared to death. I'd been out, but never in a confined space like a theater. To spite the fact there were hardly any people at the mid-week matinee.
We arrived in our theater just as the trailers were ending. Making our way up a side isle, it soon became apparent that there weren't many people in there. We sat about a third of the way in on the next to the last row. Most of the audience was made up of single people, but there were a few couples. The nearest to us were two women about three rows in front of us and ten or twelve seats to our right. One was short and slight built and the other was taller and more of medium build with a severe hairstyle, very short and combed back.
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