Fifi's Long Wait

Taking glance at the clock reminded her that it was nearly the time her master would be home from his job on the building site. He was sure to have worked up quite a thirst and she knew very well she was expected to wait at the door and serve him a cold beer. Also, he would be sure to inspect her, she loved the inspections, her master taking his time to look her over, and it got her so hot! After taking the time to ensure that she was presented properly, she grabbed a cold one from the fridge, put it on her silver serving tray and waited patiently just behind the door.

Sure enough, right on time she heard the purring engine of his car rolling onto the driveway, the door shut and his footsteps echoing across the gravel pathway. Waiting for him to turn his key in the door, her heart started to beat faster, a nervous lump formed in her throat and she started to perspire. The doorbell rang, she took a deep breath and opened the door for him knowing anyone outside could see her. He knew her so well, her need for excitement and the possibility of humiliation. It was a heady mix. Fifi stepped forward opened the door and curtseyed, "Hello Master Sid, welcome home, I hope you've had a good day," and offered him the tray.

"Why thank you my sweet maid, how thoughtful of you," he passed by her and sat down gracefully on his favourite armchair. "Well, let's have a look at you, time for inspection." Mincing over in her high heels, she arranged herself upright in front of him, spine straight, legs together and hands clasped at waist height. Soon the order came for her to turn around so he could check her seams. He ran his hands up her calves and stopped at the knees, pulling them apart. 'Bend' a one word command, but as with all commands, expected to be obeyed immediately. Bending at the waist, her skirts rode up and exposed her ass, the suspender belt and her dripping wet panties. He pulled them down a little, grabbed the plug and wiggled it around ensuring that it was fitted properly.