That day was also a very cold day like yesterday. It was a special day for two reasons. First of all, the maid was supposed to meet her Mistresses today, and secondly it was Mistress Isabelle's birthday.

The maid decided to stay in her cramped apartment and not go anywhere. She was looking forward to the phone from her Mistress inviting her to work at her home. She was aware of that work could be slavish and that humiliation would be the order of the day, but this perspective excited her greatly.

While waiting for the call, she gave vent to her sick fantasies. She knew what she was doing now was pathetic. Pathetic, because no one who has a bit of erotic taste would not be delighted with such a view, especially when it comes to her appearance.

She was lying on the bed now. She imagined as she was lying on the floor now, and above her were Mistress Veronica and Mistress Isabelle. The Mistresses stood proudly with their legs slightly spreaded, dressed in their black leather high boots.

From time to time, they put their feet on different parts of her disgusting body, digging in their heels deeply and pressing her hunchbacked back, fat ass, or head with the soles of their boots. The maidservant felt wonderful at the moment.

She reminded herself yesterday. The view of Mistress Veronica, her appearance, her clothing, her boots, the style she walked in her boots, her gloves, the way she put on her gloves, the gestures and above all her voice.

Yes, her voice, the way she controlled the conversation, the style in which she humiliated her, the style in which she gave her orders. One thing the maid could not forgive herself was that she failed to kneel before her Mistress.

Her longing for kneeling before her Mistress was so great that she decided not to wait for the meeting, but during the telephone conversation she would worship her Mistress and she would humble herself kneeling down on her knees.

She knew that her Mistress would not see her humiliation, but just the gesture she wanted to perform, just the way her Mistress would address her, the way her Mistress would give orders over the phone, it had all introduced her into a state of incredible euphoria and excitement.

She tried to focus to find a way to discreetly let her Mistress know that she was kneeling in front of her. All these attempts to concentrate disturbed the image of her Mistress appearing to her and each time the euphoria and excitement returned.

She finally fell asleep. About noon, the telephone ring woke her up. ID unavailable, but she sensed that Mistress Veronica was calling to make an appointment with her regarding work for her.

Somehow, the maid wanted to improve the position of the hair on her head, but she quickly realized that it would not be needed at all, because this is just a phone call. So she abandoned her hair towards what she had previously planned to do, that is, worship her Mistress.

She walked quickly to the center of the room and knelt on her bare knees on the hard floor. The telephone rang as if showing its impatience. Finally, fearing an earful from her Mistress, she answered the phone with a trembling hand.

"Hello."

What was the surprise of the maid combined with the breath of relief when instead of the stream of curse she heard the warm, soothing, nice voice of her Mistress at her address, the same as she had heard during yesterday's meeting.

In that voice you could feel that Mistress was smiling. Only a classy Lady like Mistress Veronica could behave like that.

"Finally! I have been waiting for ages before you answer this call. I thought it was you, not me, who care about this job and you are lingering here."

Mistress Veronica, calling, had to go somewhere, because her nice voice was accompanied by an even nicer loud sound of clicking heels, which seemed to spread in a large corridor. Undoubtedly, they were heels of Lady's boots.

"I am very sorry, Mistress Veronica, I really watched and waited for Your call, but I did not know why, I had some sleep. I don't know, maybe the reason was that I was a bit tired."

[Mistress's laughter]

"Well, but I'm not interested at all whether you are tired or not. You have to be always ready for my orders, and now I deserve an apology from you, don't you think?"

"Yes ... You are right as usual, my Mistress." Here came the idea to the maid to tell her Mistress that she was kneeling in front of her.

She was afraid of her reaction a bit, but decided to tell her about it. "Well, because You know ... I don't know how to say it ... and I don't know if You will believe me, my Mistress ... but ..." Here the maid stopped for a moment, which made her Mistress a little impatient:

"But? ... well, what do you want to say to me for your apology?"

"Well, because I ... as we are talking on the phone now ...I'm kneeling on my knees ... in fact ... I've been kneeling since answering the phone from You ... and I'm kneeling all this time during our conversation ... and, in fact, I'm so sorry now ... that You had to wait so long for me to answer the phone, my Mistress."

At this message, Mistress Veronica laughed gently, as she did humiliating her maid yesterday.

"No, really? You are really kneeling now on your knees? No, come on. Well, I have to admit that you surprised me. You know that you are practically my maidservant, it doesn't mean that you have to humble yourself before me.

"I know that you are already used to such treatment because you worked for other dominant women, but you know ... I would not like you to think of me as a tyrant. But on the other hand, it's nice that you are slowly getting used to kneel in front of me. Isabelle would love it too."

"I don't think You are a tyrant at all, my Mistress. On the contrary. I think that You treat me very well and in the right way."

[Mistress's laughter]

"Oh, really? And I already thought I was too cruel to you."

"No, not at all. I think you deserve an apology, my Mistress, so please accept it as the worship I am giving to you now. I am also asking for permission to let me kneel during our telephone conversation."

Mistress Veronica laughed heartily at the phone.

"Just like yesterday, as usual, you made me laugh with your behavior. Okay, let's agree that I accept your apology and if you enjoy kneeling on your knees in front of me, so I let you keep on kneeling. Ok?"

"Thank You very much, my Mistress."

After these words, the telephone signal disappeared and there was silence in the telephone. She was terrified that Mistress Veronica could get angry again because of her. She looked at the phone screen. It was evident that the connection was not broken. So she tried to say something into the microphone:

"Hello ... hello ... Mistress Veronica, are You there?"

After which the maids breathed a sigh of relief, hearing again the nice voice of her Mistress:

"Yes, I am. Apparently I had to cover the phone's microphone accidentally, so you didn't hear me."

"Oh, and I was afraid something would happen again because of me."

[Mistress's laughter]

"No, no. It's all right. See, with the impression that you are kneeling now, I dropped my glove on the floor accidentally and had to lift it myself. You know, there is no one around here like you who would obediently pick it up for me, so that I don't have to bend down." Mistress said in a cheerful voice to the phone.

"Well, indeed. You had to take Your glove off for some reason, didn't You?"

"Yes. I was just getting ready to go because I had an appointment to the beauty salon for a manicure and I already put my gloves on and my coat and I was about to leave when I remembered that I was going to call you. I didn't want to go back to the office. But outside it blows so badly, so I thought I'd call from the corridor.

"And suddenly there was a customer who wanted to say hello to me. And you know, the customer is not what you are. It's a completely different social class and it wasn't right not to take my glove off. But we are talking about gloves, and I'm calling you here, you know why, don't you?"

"Yes, my Mistress."

"Then tell me why I am calling to you. I would like to hear that from you. You have to say it clearly and with the complete sentence."

"Mistress, You call me to hire me to work as your maidservant."

Mistress Veronica laughed softly into the phone:

"Great, that's what I wanted to hear from you. I talked to Isabelle yesterday about the fact that we would have a new maidservant. But I haven't told her yet that I had met you yesterday and that's you who will be this maidservant, and I haven't shown her this photo yet, which I had done to you yesterday.

"It will be a birthday surprise for her because, as you probably know, today is her thirtieth birthday. We have a scheduled grand party this weekend and then she will get a lot of gifts from family, friends and acquaintances, but I think that it would be nice if she got a small gift in the form of a personal maidservant today. What do you think about it?"

"Very good idea, my Mistress."

"Yes. I have to tell you that I have a lot of interesting and exciting ideas about you lately. You are probably curious about it, aren't you?"

"Well, yes, my Mistress."

"Patience. You will have the opportunity to experience everything in your time. You will come to us today at 4pm. Just be punctual. You know where we live, the address has not changed.

"You don't have to bring any work clothes or any tools for work. Everything that needed, you'll get it with us. That's basically everything. Want to tell me something more?"

"I would like to thank You very much, my Mistress ... and that's it."

Mistress Veronica laughed softly into the phone:

"You're welcome. How are your knees? Do they hurt a bit?"

"Nnno, I'm fine."

"You are persistent. I do not want to force you to do anything, but it would be nice if you come to us, as if you knelt in front of us when we talk to you, and actually I wanted to say: when we will give you orders. Isabelle would definitely like it. What do you think?"

"Of course I will kneel. I remember that I am supposed to provide my Mistresses with entertainment."

[Mistress's laughter]

"Great. I can see that you learn quickly. You can also prepare some welcome speech in our honor and some curtsey for greeting, okay?"

"Yes, my Mistress. I will do it as You wish."

"Great. Treat it formally, not as a wish, but as my first order to you. Ok. I have to go, because I'm already a little late to the beauty salon. I am already very EXCITED at the thought of our meeting. See you then."

"Goodbye, my Mistress. I wish You a pleasant stay at the beauty salon."

[Mistress's laughter]

"Oh, thank you. What can I wish you? Hmmm. I wish you a pleasant wait for the longed-for meeting with your Mistresses." Mistress Veronica laughed and hung up.

Mistress Veronica, pressing the button on her smartphone with her finger in her leather glove, smiled and whispered to herself:

"Oh, you stupid pathetic freak, if you knew what fate Isabelle and I will give you."

Mistress Veronica looked at her boots and gloves and thought, "Uhmm, you look beautiful today, Lady Veronica," and smiled.

Mistress left the building and clicking loudly her heels of her boots headed towards the car. When she came up to it, she opened the trunk, at the end of which lay some material rolled up in a ball, reminiscent of some clothing.

Mistress leaned over to get this luggage out. With her left gloved hand she leaned on the bottom of the trunk, leaned inside, her right leg in the boot sexy bent perpendicularly in the knee, with her right gloved hand grabbed the clothes and took them out straightening herself.

Mistress stood with her legs slightly spreaded and expanded the contents. After expanding, it turned out that it was a women's kitchen apron designed for cleaning work. From the unfolded apron, women's flip flops fell into the trunk.

After unrolling the apron, Mistress grabbed it by its two upper ends with her gloved hands and stared at it. The apron was pink with white dots, sleeveless. Mistress raised her hands up and looked at it from both sides. The apron was creased, it can be seen that it was used.

"There is no need even to iron. I specially bought it to her so tight that it would iron itself and fit on her fat hideous body," Mistress thought, smiling to herself.

Disgusted with the apron, Mistress rolled it back into a ball, squeezing it even more with her gloved hands and threw it nonchalantly back into the trunk. Then she picked up white flip-flops. Their innocent color contrasted with the lustful sexy blackness of Mistress's gloves. Mistress looked at the flip-flops from both sides.

Their soles were very worn.

"Yes, not all women can walk in heels," Mistress thought smiling to herself.

Mistress threw the flip-flops into the trunk and thought,

"Actually ... she cost me little ... I managed to get the cheapest products on the used clothing website ... and that a little cheap ... well ... the maidservant is not a model ... the more cheap outfit, the more she will be ... oh anyway ... does it matter ... she is supposed to toil under my heel instead of dressing up." Mistress smiled, closed the trunk and drove away.

The next hours passed to the maid in preparation for the meeting with her Mistresses. First she stood in front of the mirror and practiced bows that she couldn't handle with and she looked comically curtseying in front of the mirror.

Then she tried to make a welcoming speech in honor of her Mistresses. Unfortunately, it didn't work out very well. Artistic stress before the show in front of her Mistresses made itself felt and she could not collect her thoughts.

So she picked up the notebook she had on hand, her pencil, and began writing down the texts she was about to say in greeting. She did not write well, because after a few saved sentences, she tore the pages from her notebook, crushed them angrily, and threw them on the floor.

The maid was very eager to do well before her Mistresses, in terms of both bow and speech. She knew that if she did not succeed, she would definitely provide some entertainment for her Mistresses, if they would laugh at her, but she also knew that she would not avoid humiliation on their part.

Preparation for the meeting took the maid all the time from the phone conversation she had with her Mistress, until she had to go out before the bus leaves her so that she would not be late for the meeting.

Before leaving, she still knelt on the floor to collect the scattered papers with her notes. During the journey she was still writing the text of the welcome speech. And finally she reached the house of her Mistresses.

She stood in front of the front door and pressed the bell button.

The door opened and smiling Mistress Veronica appeared. She looked wonderful, as usual. The same makeup that she had yesterday, sharp, emphasizing eyes and lips and retouching wrinkles gained as she grow older.

Jewelry, earrings, pearl necklace and bracelet, glasses. She was wearing a black blouse with a large cleavage and lace sleeves reaching to her elbow. Mistress's blouse was so tight that it emphasized her folds on her tummy.

Looking deeper into Lady's cleavage, you could see a fragment of a black lace bra supporting mature big breasts, which seemed to want to jump out of it. Below the sleeves of the blouse: delicate, pale hands.

Manicured nails, after a visit to the beauty salon, painted red. In addition, Mistress was wearing a white tight skirt reaching to her knees, and on her legs she had black fishnet stockings and black leather knee-high boots with high heels and with pointed toes, the same she was wearing yesterday.

Boots were fastened with a black zipper along the entire length of the upper.

"Come in," Lady greeted her with an inviting gesture, "take off your jacket, hang it here on a hanger. Here on the hanger you have your apron in which you will work. Take off all your clothes and leave them here. If you change, come to the living room, we have to fix something.

"I will wait there for you. Oh, and take off your pants, socks or tights, or whatever you have underneath. I want you to wear only your panties and the apron I showed you. Well, eventually you can leave yourself your bra.

"Oh, instead of your shoes, you'll put on the flip-flops that stand here." Mistress pointed with her beautiful, red nails where the new footwear of the maid stands, then loudly clicking the heels of her boots on the tiled floor, she walked proudly into the living room.

The maid began dressing up as ordered by her Mistress. The apron was pink with white dots. Made of cheap material. Fastened with white buttons. It had no sleeves, reached halfway up her thighs.

It was very tight, so tight that it was barely fastened. The flip-flops were as tacky as the apron. They were very uncomfortable. A rubber sole, some plastic strips that stuck painfully into her feet. After the maid changed, she approached the living room humbly.

Her Lady stood on the opposite side by the window with her back turned and talked on the phone. The maid stood for a moment so as not to disturb the conversation. Her Lady was holding the phone to her ear in her left hand and her waist was supported by her side with her right hand.

In addition, she leaned her left foot only on the heel of her boot, slightly raising the sole and dangling the foot teasing around her ankle. When suddenly Mistress, talking on, turned to her, smiled, raised her hand up and wiggling her fingers with nails painted red, invited her to the living room, then she obscured the phone's microphone and said:

"Stand here in the middle of the living room and wait. I will come in a moment," Lady said, then left the living room to the next room while still talking on the phone.

The living room was large, furnished, modern with a fireplace. Opposite the entrance to the living room, on the south-facing wall was a large balcony window with access to the covered terrace and garden.

A large comfortable leather sofa, upholstered in brown leather, stood on the west side, on which three people could sit freely. A small coffee table stood in front of the sofa. On the opposite side were two chests of drawers and a picture hanging on the wall.

The maid didn't notice any extra chairs or armchairs to sit on. She stated that there was no place for her, moreover, as recommended by her Mistress, as a person belonging to the lower social class, she was to kneel before her Ladies, which she will certainly have to do soon.

After a while, the loud clicking of the boots announced that Mistress was coming back to the living room. She came into it, smiling as usual. In her hand was a black satin robe and a small satin sack.

The sack on the front had two golden ribbons sewn in, arranged in the shape of a cross, in the center of which a large golden bow was tied, which symbolized that the sack would form a gift wrap.

"Here, put this robe on yourself," ordered Mistress Veronica, handing it to her maidservant.

She put it obediently. After which the Lady turned to the maid again:

"Now, kneel on your knees in front of me!"

The maid knelt down.

"Oh, yes ... beautiful view. This is probably the second time you kneel before me today, isn't it?" said Mistress, smiling sneeringly and looking at her maid from above, "but for the first time live. Yeah ... and now we will put the bag."

Mistress with a lustful smile put a black bag on the head of the maid, "Oh, yes ... I have to admit that you look great in this bag on your head. Isabelle will have a perfect gift for her 30th birthday and it didn't cost me anything. Ah, I would forget. After all, you got paid yesterday for carrying my shopping."

The sack was long enough to cover her entire head and neck. Mistress corrected its position so that it lay straight and ordered the maid to turn slightly so that she knelt front to the sofa, on which the Ladies would sit, kicking her gently with the tip of the boot on the calf:
"Turn around a little ... oh ... just like that ... facing your Mistresses who will sit comfortably on the sofa ... and now you have to kneel and not move. I am now going for Isabelle and in a moment we will come. I hope you made a nice welcome speech in our honor."

"Yes, my Mistress. I have prepared," said the maid with her voice muffled by the sack.

"Great. I'm going for Isabelle now and we'll be here in a moment. She probably doesn't know that you have already come, so I think I have to go get her. And you kneel here humbly on your knees."

The maid left alone in the dark. She was accompanied only by the clatter of her Lady's boots, which after her ascent to the stairs to the first floor, at one point suddenly stopped.

The maid began to sweat on the face both from the fact that she had a sack on her head and thus a limited supply of air, and from stress before meeting Mistress Isabelle. Waiting for the Ladies did not last long, because after about a minute the maid heard amused female voices coming from the floor.

The maid for the first time in so many years heard the voice of Mistress Isabelle in the distance, the woman who was the first to show her where she belongs.

Mistress Isabelle was in her room and stood in front of the mirror. Looking at it and painting with lipstick, she turned to her mother:

"Mom, what time is this maidservant supposed to be. I think she should be here by now, shouldn't she?"

"She has already come, my daughter, and is waiting for you in the living room," said Mistress Veronica, approaching her daughter from behind and touching her shoulders.

"Waiting? I don't know anything about it. I don't think I heard the doorbell ring as I talked on the phone. Did I miss any attractions?" asked Mistress Isabelle, turning her side to the mirror and stroking her tummy, she admired the slenderness of her body.

"No, dear, we've been waiting especially for you. Come quickly, because she can't wait for you," said Mistress Veronica, holding her daughter's hand.

"Wow! Really?! Well, then let's go quickly. I didn't know that a maidservant could miss her Mistress so much. I feel that she will be a good maidservant," said Mistress Isabelle, grabbing her mother by the other hand.

[Mistresses' laughter]

The Ladies took their first steps up the stairs and began to descend. Of course, their steps were accompanied by the loud clatter of their boots. The Ladies' steps were not coordinated.

The pace of the Ladies' steps was similar, but each of them descended in their own way, which somewhat created chaos, which was a pleasant experience for the ears of the maid. As they came down the stairs, Mistress Isabelle saw the maid kneel and dumbfounded.

"Oh, mom. You don't know how grateful I am you managed to hire a maidservant. If she is exactly what you said, it would probably be the best gift I could get. You don't even know how excited I am and how much I missed for being able to order someone finally."

The maid now heard the clear voice of Mistress Isabelle and the shivers went down at the thought of confronting her as soon as the Ladies take her bag off her head.

"Oh, you're welcome my dear. You know that we still had to hire a housekeeper after the previous one was dishonest and we had to fire her. I am also very excited at the very thought. Soon we will relieve ourselves and we will order. I have to boast that I had the pleasure to give my first orders."

Ladies came before the maid kneeling on her knees and there was a moment of silence. Mistress Veronica continued, "Well, but this maidservant is special and you will definitely like it. You'll like both her and my decision that I made yesterday."

"You think so? Well, I can see that she is special. She even knows how to behave in front of her Mistresses and knows that she is to kneel on her knees."

Here, the Ladies looked at each other and laughed unanimously.

"She probably likes kneeling on her knees in front of her Mistresses, because when I called her today to arrange a meeting, she told me that she was just kneeling for me while we were talking on the phone. Can you imagine that?"

[Mistresses' laughter]

"You must be kidding. Do you believe her that she was kneeling? You didn't see her. You don't know if she wasn't lying to you."

"It is difficult to say what the truth was, but the most important thing was that I had a good time. I told her that she did not have to kneel before me.

"Even here in our presence but she insisted that she wanted to kneel at all costs. So what was I supposed to do?" The Lady was very pleased that she could lie deliberately in the presence of the maid who heard it.

[Mistresses' laughter]

"Anyway, mom, you probably told her about it unnecessarily.

"I personally think that the natural attribute of every woman is taking care of her image and aspiration to exalt herself over others, and because it is obvious that a maidservant must not behave in this way and if she likes to kneel by nature and still dreams about it, then be my gest, let her kneel and let her get used to it. "

"Oh, honey, listening to you is a pleasure. All real women should follow your example."

"Thank you, mom. You are lovely."

"I love you too. Hug me, sweetheart."

The Ladies embraced each other, hugged each other and kissed their cheeks.

"You know, mom, I must tell you a secret."

"Yes? What secret?"

"You know, in my life, I remember, there was one person who at my command knelt before me and worshipped me."

Mistress Veronica opened her eyes wide in surprise.

"Come on! Honey! And you didn't boast me that."

"You know. I wanted to, but I was afraid of your reaction. Anyway, I will tell you later, and now I would like to unpack my gift. Oh, I can't wait for it," said Mistress Isabelle clapping her hands gently.

"You're right, honey. Take this bag off her head, because she'll suffocate."

[Mistresses' laughter]

Mistress Isabelle put her hands gently on the maid's head and with a firm motion took her bag off her head. What she saw was a shock to her that caused her to step back from her gift. Her eyes appeared to the familiar face of a person who, when they went to high school, was a pushover for her.

Mistress Isabelle opened her eyes wide in surprise with the whole situation. She covered her mouth with her hands, then moved them over her breasts and continued with her mouth open, smiling once at her mother and once at her maid, not knowing who to start talking to first.

"MY GOD! Is this a joke?!" shouted in surprise, smiling at her mother, "speak of the devil."

"Speak of the devil? Don't quite understand, honey," her mother answered.

"Do you remember when I've just told you that there was someone in my life who was kneeling before me?"

"Well, I remember. But ... wait wait ... you want to tell me it was her, our maidservant?"

"Well. Oh, if you only knew, mummy, what beautiful moments I had then."

"And you didn't boast me anything. Naughty little girl," Mistress Veronica shook her finger at her daughter, smiling at her, "you'll have to tell me about it in details as a punishment."

"In details?" giggled Mistress Isabelle.

"Of course. I won't leave that easily. I want to know every little detail about your past relationships. You know that I'm very interested in such topics."

"I know. I will tell you now, in a moment, but if you let me, I would like to enjoy our new maidservant a little now."

[Mistresses' laughter]

"Sure. She's all yours."

Mistress Isabelle approached the maid again, looking down at her and smiling brazenly. She looked divine and very sexy. Beautifully dressed, jewelry, earrings, necklace and bracelet. Her face was very similar to her mother's.

Similar makeup, similar shoulder length bob hairstyle. The only difference was that Mistress Isabelle was blonde. The Lady was wearing a black turtleneck mini dress with long lace sleeves. The dress was closely fitted to the slender figure of the Lady and emphasized her breast.

Her palms, which, as Mistress Veronica's ones, have never experienced hard physical work, were very manicured, pale, not sunburned. Nails painted with pearl lacquer. The slender legs of the Lady were pale as well, not covered with any tights, but only black leather boots.

The boots, as Mistress Veronica's ones, were on stiletto high heels and with pointed toes, but the uppers were slightly higher because they reached beyond her knees and were fastened to the middle of the calf with a silver zipper, and the remaining part of the upper was slipped.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time, maidservant. You surely missed your Mistress, didn't you?" asked Mistress, stroking the maid's cheek with her manicured hand.

"Good afternoon, Mistress Isabelle. Yes, I missed You so much," replied the maid, fearing she would get a slapping from her Mistress.

The Ladies looked at each other meaningly smiling at each other.

"You do not welcome me very well somehow. If, as you say, you missed your Mistress so much, then you should be able to afford a better welcome," said Mistress Isabelle, walking over the maid from behind and taking her robe off, "hmmm, she looks good in this apron, doesn't she, mom?"

"Yes, honey, I chose it especially for her," said Mistress Veronica, "maidservant declared that she would prepare a welcome speech in our honor and make a special curtsey for greeting with her Mistresses. I suggest that we now sit comfortably on the sofa and see the show. How about that?"

"I would love to. But this coffee table just have to be moved somewhere so that it doesn't interrupt us in contact with the maidservant."

"It's time, honey, you to give your first order."

"Oh, yes. I will do it with great pleasure. I am so excited." Answered Mistress Isabelle and turned directly to the maid commandingly, "You can get up from your knees for a moment and move this table so that your Mistresses can sit comfortably on their leather sofa!"

Mistress Veronica, of course, did not refrain from commenting on it accordingly:

"Oh, I'm delighted, my dear, your behavior towards her and the way you give her orders. You do it wonderfully and very pleasantly listen to what tone you speak words."

"Oh, thank you, mom, for your kind words. You know, I got it from you. Like mother, like daughter."

Here both Ladies burst out laughing, while the maid got up from her lap and pushed the table away. The Ladies came to the sofa and took their seats, sitting comfortably on it. Each of them sat down sexy with one leg crossed over the other.

"Well, now it's time for the performance. Finally say hello to your Mistresses," ordered Mistress Veronica.

The maid red in shame wiped the sweat from her forehead, then bending her legs slightly in her knees, backing her right leg slightly backwards and spreading her arms wide sideways, she curtseyed to her Ladies.

The view was so embarrassing, but at the same time so comical that the Ladies burst out laughing while clapping their hands.

"Well. Now come closer to your Mistresses and introduce to them nicely, what is your name, why did you come to us, etc," said Mistress Veronica, beckoning.

The maid came closer, wiping sweat from her forehead again, knelt in front of her Ladies and began a welcome speech:

"My name is ..." here the maid stopped for a moment, not knowing what to say. Whether to say her real name or the one that Mistress Veronica has already given her. This moment of pause caused to the fact that Mistress Isabelle turned to her with interest:

"Go ahead. Feel free. Your Mistresses are listening to you. Your name is ...?"

"... my name is a maidservant, my Mistress."

[Mistresses' laughter]

"Good. We now know that your name is a maidservant. Now tell us why did you come?"

"I came ... to ask my Mistresses for a job."

"Ask? And we thought that in the case of maidservants, there is another adequate word for this work."

[Mistresses' laughter]

"I am very sorry, my Mistresses. I would like to say that i have come to beg my Mistresses for a job."

"Well, it sounds better now. You have to choose the right words when talking to your Mistresses. What work did you come to beg your Mistresses for?"

"As ... a maidservant."

"When you talk to your Mistresses, you have to speak the complete sentence, not just the words. Once again, loudly, clearly and the complete sentence. As punishment, say hello to your Mistresses, introduce yourself again and say why did you come to beg your Mistresses. We are listening."

"Good afternoon, my Mistresses. My name is a maidservant and I came to beg You my Mistresses for a job as a maidservant."

[Mistresses' laughter]

"A very interesting and funny situation. A maiden named maidservant came to beg her Mistresses for a job as a maidservant."

[Mistresses' laughter]

"Good. Tell your Mistresses something more about yourself, what you can offer us. Let's treat it as a normal job interview, and then your Mistresses will think and maybe hire you."

[Mistresses' laughter]

"Mistress Veronica, Mistress Isabelle. What an absolute honour it is to be able to attend Your excellent meeting and try to find work. If You please, Mistress Veronica and Mistress Isabelle, I would love desperately work as a maidservant, for free, just to get the experience.

"Perhaps if You could introduce me to other Dominant Mistresses, that You know and that could use me I would be so grateful... please... The noble Lady Veronica has permitted me to approach You and offer my services, which I offer for free for a trial period.

"One week, or one month or any period of time that satisfies You, I will work as a maidservant for You, without pay or expectations, and entirely on Your terms. Please, Ladies, think of me as Your slave...please..."

"You say as our slave. Hmmm, very interesting," interrupted Mistress Veronica.

The Lady listened smiling with interest, teasing the maid with a sexy view. She had her right leg crossed over her left leg and dangled her foot around her ankle. From time to time, she raised her right leg to a horizontal position, moving her knee and admiring her black leather boots.

"Good. You can continue!" commanded Mistress.

"Dear Ladies, if the floor and toilet cleaning job is still open, I would be delighted to beg and grovel at Your Feet in Your Beautiful Boots, for however long You wish me to... please...

"How lovely to meet You, Dear Ladies, I would love to clean Your house, I can also do other chores if You wish, I am not qualified in all tasks, so I only ask for minimum wage for my cleaning hours. The rest will be unpaid and I will be most grateful for the experience...

"Dear Ladies if You would permit me to give a demonstration of my skills, perhaps You might find a use for me...

"I scrubbed personally many different floors before, and in order to show You what a good job I can do, I will happily clean every floor in Your house and then lick any part of it, if You be so kind as to indicate where with Your Feet in Your Beautiful Boots."

Here Mistresses burst out laughing again, and the maid continued:

"...I hope my frilly maid's uniform shows You how desperate i am to find work. Please, Ladies, if my humiliation amuses You, I would humbly beg You to consider pitting me to work in Your home...

"Dear Ladies, thank You so much for the opportunity to talk with You, I believe I would be great benefit to You, I will be happy to work full-time for minimum wage and I am also willing to do any unpaid overtime that's required either evenings or weekends at Your home... thank You."

Although the maid spoke chaotically, the Ladies were smiling and delighted and rewarded her with applause. However, it was not without sneering laughs, which basically lasted all the time for the maid's monologue.

"Honey, you heard that babble. A complete lack of diction and any style."

"And what are you surprised, Mom. She is uneducated, so she can't even speak."

"But this babble and lack of education does not seem to bother her at all, that she should work well and that we would hire her. After all, the maidservant is not required to be beautiful and educated, but to know how to slave good for the glory of her Mistresses."

[Mistresses' laughter]

"If it's really what she says, it's time for her to show what a maidservant she really is," said Mistress Isabelle, still trying to suppress the remains of laughter and immediately ordered the maid. "Worship your Mistresses and kiss their feet in leather boots! Start with Mistress Veronica first!"

Mistress Veronica, also amused, suddenly became serious and began to wander her eyes once at her daughter and once at her maid. She felt uncomfortable in this situation. The maid approached Mistress's feet on her knees and was already leaning over to kiss her feet when she was stopped by the Lady.

"Come on. You don't have to do this," then she turned to her daughter, "I must tell you that I am surprised by the course of this whole situation and the order that you gave her now. You know, I am not sure about such behavior.

"Yes, I do not hide that I am going to play humiliating the maidservant, but I think that there are some limits of decency that I would not like to cross. One of such limits is not allowing too much familiarity and allowing the feelings of the maidservant to express these feelings by kissing some parts of my body. Don't you think?

"I would like you to convince me ... but ... well, I don't know. Besides, I don't know if it's not too much by chance, will she endure this form of humiliation?"

Mistress Isabelle just giggled and ordered the maid:

"Come to me! We will show your Mistress that you can endure this form of humiliation and that you do it with pleasure."

The maid walked on her knees obediently. Mistress Isabelle straightened her left leg in the knee first. She grabbed the edge of the upper and stretched the boot dangling her foot around the ankle in all directions. Then she repeated the same actions with her right boot, then gave the order to the maid:

"Now kiss your Mistress' boots! Show Mistress Veronica and convince her how wonderful it is, how a humble maidservant kisses with pleasure wonderful ... black ... leather ... boots of her Dominant Mistress!"

The maid began to worship the boots, meanwhile Mistress turned to her mother:

"You see, mom, this is not about being familiar with the maidservant, it's about letting her see who has power over her. Am I right, maidservant?!" the Lady asked raising the chin of the maid with the tip of the boot.

"Yes, my Mistress."

"Then stop for a moment and tell your Mistress why you care so much about worshipping your Dominant Mistress's boots. Only loud, clear and with the complete sentence!"

The maid turned her head towards Mistress Veronica and answered the asked question:

"Mistress Veronica, I care a lot about worshipping my Dominant Mistress's boots, because I'm a fetishist for women's boots. This is for me a symbol of my Mistress's power over me."

[Mistresses' laughter]

"Well, I think that's enough. I'll add the rest and you go back to kissing! My boots are waiting!" ordered Mistress Isabelle.

While the maid kissed the boots, the Ladies watched her do it and in the meantime had a free discussion.

"So you see, mom. This is nothing terrible. For our maidservant, the worship of our boots is a form of devotion to the Dominant Women, who we are undoubtedly."

"Wow. From what you say," continued Mistress Veronica smiling at her daughter, "it follows that leather boots are somehow the insignia of the Dominant Women's power over her."

[Mistresses' laughter]

"Just like you say. I see you liked it."

"Well, I won't say that I don't ... anyway ... if she likes it so much ... and she doesn't mind it ... actually ... why not ... I feel that you probably convinced me.
"It seems to me that my boots also need to take care of them," said Mistress straightening her right leg in the knee, stretching the boots and dangling her foot around the ankle, "No, I spoke wrong. It doesn't seem, but I definitely demand that she kiss my boots," finished Mistress smiling lustfully.

"Okay, that's enough!" commanded Mistress Isabelle, gently kicking the maid's cheek. "You heard the order from your other Mistress! Come on, her boots are waiting! Only before you start, then kindly apologize your Mistress to your previous behavior that you embarrassed her and humbly ask for permission to kiss her boots!"

"I just think that you should first thank Mistress Isabelle for you could be honored of worshipping her."

[Mistresses' laughter]

"I think, mom, that we may already let go ourselves these unnecessary tenderness."

The maid walked on her knees towards Mistress Veronica. The Lady looking at her from above smiled brazenly at her, licking her upper lip with her tongue.

"Well. Your Mistress is waiting. What do you have to say to her?"

"Mistress Veronica, I am very sorry for my previous behavior that You felt uncomfortable then. I am asking You for forgiveness, I promise You that this will never happen again. By the way I am humbly asking for permission that I may worship Your beautiful boots."

[Mistresses' laughter]

"Apologies accepted. Well ... if you like it so much ... and you don't mind ... actually ... why not ... get to work and kiss your Mistress's boots! They missed you."

Ladies burst out laughing.

As before, in the case of Mistress Isabelle, now in the case of Mistress Veronica, while the maid kissed the boots, the Ladies watched her do it and in the meantime had a free humiliating discussion.

"Yeah. Kiss your Mistress's beautiful...black... leather...boots!"

"Well, how do you like it, mom?"

"Uhmm, great feeling. I'm so excited. I didn't know it could be so wonderful. I have to admit that although I was refusing that the maidservant would not kiss my boots, deep down, as a Dominant Woman, I wanted to do it.

"That feeling was asleep somewhere down there and waiting until you woke it up today. Thank you, darling, for convincing me. You are loved."

"Oh, you're welcome. The most important thing is that you feel wonderful and it excites you. I really wanted you to feel that way. And you know like daughter like mother."

[Mistresses' laughter]

"Shouldn't it be the other way around, my dear? Isn't it the daughter who takes over her mother's character traits?"

Here, the Ladies grabbed their hands and held them during further conversation.

"Well, that's right, you're right. I'm glad you always had a dominant character, and that since I was a little girl you have been giving me these qualities and taught me how to become a Dominant Woman."

"I am also glad that you followed in my footsteps and became a real Woman, a Dominant Woman."

After a pause in conversation, the Ladies continued the dialogue:

"And when you went to high school together, were you already dominating the maidservant?"

"Yes, I was already playing this type of practice and humiliating her."

"And did you enjoy it?"

"You don't even know how much. Anyway, she enjoyed it too. As you can see now."

"I'm just wondering if I wasn't wearing boots, just summer high-heeled pumps, but I'd wonder if I would let her have such pleasures. You know kissing a bare foot or even wearing a stocking, that's probably a bit of an exaggeration. And how was it with you? Have you ever experienced the way you wore pumps instead of boots?"

"Yes. Only then I ordered her to kiss only the tip of the shoes, heels and possibly only those fragments of the leather where she would know that she would not go out of her mouth and touch my skin with her ugly lips, be it naked or in stockings. The fact is, boots are much better when it comes to worshiping the Mistress."

"And what? Did she manage to fulfill your orders and only worship your shoes?"

"For the most part, she succeeded, although there were times when she missed the shoe. At that time, of course, I was mad at her and punished her."

"You punished her? I mean, you mean you beat her? I don't know, with a whip, a riding crop?"

[Mistresses' laughter]

"No, I didn't beat her with any whip or riding crop at that time, although in retrospect I wonder if she did not deserve such a punishment then. In addition, I was not of legal age at that time and had no one to supply me with such gadgets, and I could not say to you because I didn't know how you would react."

"Maybe in the near future we will have to think about equipping ourselves in some whips or riding crops. What do you think about this?"

"I think we would have managed without lashes. But if such need arises, why not. Even though for fun."

"The Dominant Mistress always looks good with a riding crop in her hands."

[Mistresses' laughter]

"And how it was then with that punishment, because you didn't finish."

"Yes, so I was left with the only form of punishment I could inflict on her. The only one, but the simplest one. Do you know what?"

"Well, nothing comes to my mind."

"It's simple. I just slapped her."

"You slapped? And what, and she didn't mind?"

"At first she was uncertain, she did not know if she wanted it and even brazenly resisted. The first time, I have to say, I got terribly tired to punish her. She did not want to be slapped, but the second time, it was just pleasure, because I found a way to train her effectively so that she wouldn't resist slapping."

"And how is this? Will you unveil your secret?"

"Of course, with pleasure. I just started doing it in my leather gloves."

[Mistresses' laughter]

"In your leather gloves? It follows that, in addition to being a fetishist for women's boots, she is probably a fetishist for women's leather gloves, isn't she?"

"Exactly as you say. Before every slap it was a ceremony of putting on gloves. The maidservant kneeled in front of me and I started putting on my gloves.

"I did it very slowly, carefully, I was not in a hurry, because I had no such need and I put them on slowly looking at her from above and smiling brazenly at her, I ordered her to look at my hands as they disappear into the depths of my gloves.

"Then I ordered her to ask me to punish her, I ordered her to ask me to slap her. After each such request she had to kiss my both hands, and after each finished slapping she had to thank for getting a moment of pleasure and also had to kiss my both hands.

"And here, as with the boots, I let her kiss my hands, but only when I was wearing gloves."

"You say: a moment of pleasure? I thought the slap was rather humiliating and hurt rather."

"The first blows certainly hurt her, but then I came to such perfection of beating her that she got used to it and practically couldn't live without that slap and always missed her Mistress and that her Mistress slap her. Or maybe you would try. You would definitely like it."

Mistress Veronica looked brazenly down at the kneeling maid who kissed her boots and looked at her saying:

"Well, after what you said to me, I would definitely like it, especially since I've never done it before. I didn't think that I could have so much fun wearing my leather gloves on my hands. Oh, it's so sexy. I feel that excites me a lot."

Then she turned to the maid, "Look at your Mistress as she speaks to you." The maid obediently obeyed the order, and the Lady then continued the dialogue with her daughter again, "I have to admit honestly that I have a great desire to punch her in this disgusting muzzle."

"Well, if you've never done it before, then you should have more fun today. What do you say?"

"Great. So what, are we going?"

"Sure," said Mistress Isabelle, then turned to the maid, "You can stop now. We'll see the results of your work soon."

Both Ladies got up from the sofa while the maid was still kneeling.

"So how are your boots, mom?"

Mistress Veronica looked down at her boots, stood with her right foot only on the heel, lifting the sole slightly up and shaking her foot slightly left and right. She did the same, looking at her left leg.

"Wow ... Shiny black ... Polished ... They look like new ... I like them ... I'm very happy with the end result. From now on she will kiss them more often. What do you think about them?"

"As usual, you look wonderful in your boots."

"Thank you. You also look very sexy in yours, anyway every Dominant Lady always looks wonderful in her boots."

"In her boots and with a riding crop in her hands."

"In her boots, in her gloves and with a riding crop in her hands."

[Mistresses' laughter]

Mistress Veronica turned to the maid:

"Maidservant! And how's that? Did you enjoy kissing your Mistress's boots? How does it feel from this perspective?"

"I loved it, my Mistress. It is a very wonderful feeling."

"And which boots did you like more? Mistress Veronica's or Mistress Isabelle's?"

"Oh, please forgive me, but I wouldn't want to offend any of You my Mistresses, that's why they are all wonderful, my Mistress. Please understand me and don't blame me."

[Mistresses' laughter]

"They were a little bit dusty, but you didn't mind, did you?"

"Of course I didn't. They looked like new. I didn't notice at all that there was any dirt on them. I thought You were wearing new boots."

[Mistresses' laughter]

"What a complete lack of intelligence. You must have seen me in them yesterday when we met. So how can they be new boots?"

"Oh ... I'm really sorry, my Mistress ... I didn't know what I was saying ... I don't remember ... maybe it's the emotion."

"I don't understand. How a fetishist like you can't remember such beautiful boots of her Mistress. However, you will often have to worship them to capture their view in front of you."

"Good, my Mistress. Once again I would like to apologize to You for letting You down."

"Good. Never mind. For you, the most important thing is that you remember how you must work. I think you deserve a good slap in our leather gloves that will refresh your memory and give us great fun."

[Mistresses' laughter]

"So what? Are we going to have fun, Isabelle?" asked Mistress Veronica.

"Sure, let's go. Only I have to go upstairs, mom, because I left my gloves there."

"Oh, imagine, that me either. I'll walk with you."

"Ok. What shall we do with the maidservant?"

"Hmmm. I have an idea. Maybe we can show her the kingdom, a treasury of tools she will need for work."

[Mistresses' laughter]

"Good idea. We'll go to get our gloves and let her make friends with her little room." Mistress Isabelle turned to the maid, "Good. You can get up from your knees and go to the cozy room."

The maid rose from her knees. She felt their pain. For a moment she could not stand on her legs, but she managed the situation and did not indicate that she was in pain. The Ladies went proudly straight to the exit from the living room, clicking loudly on the heels of their boots.

The maid went behind them. In the corridor they came to a door that was located under the stairs leading upstairs. Mistress Veronica opened the door and turned on the light.

"I think it will be a good and cozy place to play the slap, what do you think Isabelle?"

"I think it will be ok. There is enough space for three people. We should all fit in here."

Mistress Veronica turned to the maid:

"Good. So we are going to get our gloves and you will familiarize yourself with this room and its equipment. If you have any questions or comments, we will talk about how we get back."

The Ladies smiled and headed for the stairs. Soon their loud footsteps were heard, which on the steps of the stairs caused the heels of their boots. The maid was left alone in the cleaning lady's warehouse.

The room was quite large, without windows, with ventilation, and a pale light. Despite the large space taken up by various things, as Mistress Isabelle said, there was still a place where three people could easily fit. Mistress Isabelle deliberately emphasized that there is room for three people, because she planned that slapping would take place in this place.

The maid thought for a moment that it would be like a scene of punishment of a captured slave in her prison cell, from which she once escaped, and now she was captured and locked up again. Only, she thought, that instead of a door, a steel cage locked with a padlock would be useful.

She wondered how after so many years the taste of the slap given by Mistress Isabelle would taste like and above all how it would taste inflicted for the first time by the experienced Mistress Veronica, whose hands were larger than the hands of Mistress Isabelle.

In the room there were all the tools and products needed for work: a vacuum cleaner, brooms, dustpans, buckets for washing water, rags, shelves with various liquids, powders, sprays, etc. One thing the maid was looking for and what she couldn't find was a mop.

She was wondering why there is no mop and why there were so many rags on the floor that were dirty and not rinsed from previous dirt.

Time to watch the room passed so quickly that she realized suddenly that she hears the steps of the Ladies going down the stairs. So as soon as she left the room and knelt in front of the door to please her Mistresses.

The Ladies came down the stairs and headed for the room in front of which the maid was kneeling. Seeing her kneeling, the Ladies looked at each other with a smile. The Ladies held leather gloves in their hands.

Gloves that were to serve them as a tool for humiliating fun. It was obvious that the gloves reached at least to Mistresses' elbows. The Ladies came closer, stopped, stood apart, looked at the maid from above, smiled and Mistress Veronica turned to her:

"So what? Have you made friends with your new little room yet?"