I winced a little as I pulled the last of my things from the topmost dresser drawer and placed it into the stuffed cardboard box. I hadnāt expected to feel sentimental about a dresser. Now it was all set for Vince when he arrived.
I carried the last box to the basement bedroom that would be my new room. The old dresser in my new āmaid's roomā had been painted a delicate light pink. It actually looked kind of stylish despite my mediocre painting abilities. I got to work making sure everything was in order. I knew Vince would enjoy touring the new space, and I wanted to be sure he approved.
āMaid, the kids need lunch!ā
I scampered up the stairs. Kate was already getting accustomed to the idea of having a domestic servant. Fourteen months ago, it was all a fun little fantasy as she messaged with Vince from bed. Then his visits became a regular thing, and the idea started becoming a little less far-fetched.
This new chapter though was going to be a leap I was getting more and more nervous about. The girls loved him, and already thought of him as an uncle more or less, but now he would be living with us. Or maybe we would be living with him. Kate loved thinking of him as a masculine, dominant head of the house. It was a role I had never satisfactorily filled for her.
We had an official story we would tell acquaintances, that he was renting from us while he adjusted to living in the area, and the kids had already repeated it to their friends.
I turned on the range to start making grilled cheese for the impatient six and four-year-olds.
āIs the bedroom all ready for him?ā Kay asked, looking at something on her phone.
āYes, Miss.ā
I had started referring to her as Miss a few months prior at Vinceās command, and it seemed to have a psychological effect on all four of us. The kids hadnāt started calling me Maid yet, but I assumed that was probably inevitable with Kate and Vince both referring to me that way.
Kate smiled. āOh good, Iām going to send him a photo or two.ā
She went into the Master bedroom and locked the door behind her. Vince was going to be getting some nudes along with shots of my emptied out half of the closet, dresser and bathroom. I accidentally burned my finger on the griddle and jumped back to focusing on making lunch.
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My neck was still sore from the hour I had spent the previous night with my face buried in Kateās pussy as she messaged with Vince. I stood awkwardly now on the porch as Kate and the two girls ran to greet Vince as he stepped out of the car. The sinking feeling that had been pulsing for the past few weeks now settled into an uncomfortable permanence in my gut. His confidence, his swagger as Kate jumped to kiss him on the cheekā¦
āMaidā¦ the bags.ā
āYes, Sir.ā
The command was almost a relief. I could stop thinking about the emasculation of the situation and focus on serving. I knew how to do that.
The rest of his things would arrive later on the moving truck, but even so, it took a long time to carry in everything from the car. I took load after load, quietly walking past the living room where Vince and the girls were catching up to go place his belongings into what used to be my bedroom.
Finally, it was all in, and I got another taste of supreme sissy awkwardness as I stepped into the living room, head bowed slightly. It wasnāt clear how this was going to work. I decided to go sit on the sofa adjacent to where Vince was sitting with my family. As I started to sit Vince gave me a stare that I knew meant ānoā. I caught myself and stood back up, backing away slightly. Kate giggled, catching what had just happened.