"Of course I accept Monique" I eagerly said and at the same time I was
thinking what she means with this 'to start with'.
"In that case" she continued "you have to give me access to your wardrobe,
I always felt envious for your elegant clothes and I don't have but my
working clothes with me. And since I'll be a guest in this house for the
rest of the week, no more housework for me. Do you agree Marie Benedicte?"
I blushed again, this woman had a way of intimidating me that I hadn't
notice before, a whole new persona of Monique was in front of me. "Of
course Monique, there are plenty of clothes in my cupboards, more than
I can use myself, you can choose anything you want and I think we are
about the same size. Please let's go upstairs and sort things out"
We reached the master bedroom and to my total surprise she started undoing
her apron and overall dress. She saw my look and said casually : "I think
I'll have a bath first before I dress in my bourgeois lady clothes. Would
you be a pet and run a bath for me, and please add some of the nice bath
oils you are using, I want to smell like a bourgeois lady from now on."
4
I followed her instructions like a robot. I was about to finish filling
the tub when I heard her voice form the bedroom : "Marie Benedicte, could
you come here for a moment?" I went back to the bedroom, she was wearing
one of my bathrobes. She looked mischievously at me : "I decided to test
your good intentions, I thought that when I'll be having my bath you can
go down and finish the housework that I left undone. Would you like to do
that for me?" I was about to refuse it, proposing something of the type
' I can wait for you to finish your bath and we can do it together like
partners', but she didn't give me the chance. Instead she continued :
"I won't take no for an answer, be a good sport and play our little game."
I blushed again and said meekly : "Ok Monique, I'll do it, tell me what
you want me to do". I thought I saw a triumphant glimpse in her eyes but
she kept her cool and said in a 'giving instructions or orders tone':
" Just finish the dusting and vacuuming in the living, dining area and
then do the kitchen properly, do the dishes, clean the tops and mop the
floor thoroughly. Ok pet?" now she started calling me pet. I started to
go out of the room but she stopped me again : "Did you forget something
Marie Benedicte?" I turned around looking puzzled and with a big grin
she indicated at the pile of clothes on top of the bed. "You forgot
your working clothes dear!" And she was pointing to her overall dress,
apron and head scarf.
This time I did turn red from embarassment. "But Monique I don't have to
be dressed like you to do the housework, I can do it in my T-shirt and
jeans." This time she got red but from pure anger and said to me abruptly
: "Listen to me Marie Benedicte, either you do it my own way or I get
dress and go this instant and you will not see me again!" She stopped
to catch her breath, boy she was angry now, and continued : "I have been
doing that all my life and I am over 40 now, cleaning houses and offices
and public toilets and being an hotel maid and anything menial you can
think off. I am fed up of being a Portuguese maid, probably you can get
the feeling what it is like not to be an arrogant bourgeoise and be in
the other side of the fence."
She stopped again and looked at me. I looked back at this angry but
sincere face and suddenly I felt a strong compassion for that woman. I
felt her strength of character through her rage, I felt her willingness
to try the forbidden, for her, fruit of the bourgeois world. Probably
she is right, probably I should see how the other side lives and
works. I decided to play her game, I wanted this woman to stay with me,
I needed her. I simply nodded to her that I agree and I took the pile
of clothes and started going out. She stopped me again : "Oh no Pet,
you don't leave this room unless properly dressed as the cleaning woman
you are going to become, so strart removing your clothes and hurry up,
we don't have all day."
By now I was defeated, I couldn't cope anymore with the strengh
of character of this woman. Within seconds I was standing naked in
front of her and within a few more minutes I was dressed under her
insrtuctions. Black cotton panties and vest, black thick pantyhose,
and the overall dress which buttoned in front. Those were her clothes,
the clothes she was wearing just before. I could smell her b.o. in them,
nothing repulsive, just a combination of cheap eau de cologne and her
mild sweating.
(5-a suivre)
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