The cellphone said it was Tuesday.

Cindy went through her texts, social media feeds. News. Mails.

And she could not remember any of them.

Her DM’s were all answered, and there were entire conversations that she could not recall. Likes and posts that she had no memory of.

Try as she might, there was no recollection of Monday in her mind.

The last thing she remembered was helping Master and Mistress clean. She was curious about Elizabeth and then she…

Nothing.

Something was there, but she could not reach it. She felt it like a word that was on the tip of her tongue and she could not remember it.

A part inside Cindy’s mind was telling her to freak out. That it was not okay to have a whole day gone from her memory.

But all she felt was frustration. She felt it was annoying, but a voice in her head said, “It will come back to you after some time.”

Groaning, and after sending a text to the outside world, to her friends and family, telling them that she had not been murdered (yet), Cindy kicked the sheets off her body and got out of bed.

She was naked, her bush was completely gone. Another memory that she found annoying was that she could not remember.

But she looked cute.

Looking into the mirror she stared at her shaved mound. A fantasy, maybe a memory appeared in her mind. She closed her eyes.

Elizabeth was kneeling before her. Her latex-gloved fingers gently caressed her legs, her body. Slowly and carefully, the maid used a razor to shave her. Starting with her legs, going up, kissing her thighs until she reached her mound.

She thought of the cold shaving cream. The warm water. Elizabeth gently used cream to soothe the sensitive and freshly shaved skin. The way those cold fingers slowly grew warm.

Cindy could almost feel those fingers exploring her cunt after she was done. Kissing her clit and eliciting a moan.

When she opened her eyes, she stared at her reflection and didn’t stop touching her clit. Cindy saw herself, kneeling with her legs spread, her fingers deep inside her cunt.

And that feeling was real. The gloves. Latex, black and shiny, covering her arms all the way to her elbows.

She didn’t stop. She was so close.

So close.

She pushed deeper.

Faster.

She thought of Elizabeth, of Mistress. Imagining the two of them tying her up, caressing her body.

Punishing her for spying on them that night. Pushing a vibe against her clit. For sneaking around the house, Mistress took away the vibe when she was about to cum, leaving Cindy panting and sore.

“You have to beg,” Mistress's voice echoed in her mind. “You have to beg me to let you cum.”

The fantasy felt so real. Vivid on her mind and on her body.

Cindy kept rubbing, trying to reach that peak, that orgasm. She could see the light. Her heart was beating fast.

“Please, Mistress, please!” She panted, kneeling alone in that room.

So close.

Knock, knock, knock.

Cindy collapsed forwards onto the floor.

“Fuck.” She groaned, rushing to get dressed.

She grabbed the first thing she found. Black stockings, a black skirt, and one white blouse.

Then she rushed to the door, still panting, cold sweat on her forehead.

Elizabeth was on the other side. The young maid looked at her. Taking in all the little details and smiled.

“Good morning,” Elizabeth said with a naughty and knowing smile, “I see you like them.”

Cindy blinked several times. The gloves. She didn’t take them off. “What- when-“

“Yesterday,” Elizabeth said and grabbed her hand, “I noticed you kept staring and asking about them, so I asked Master to get you a pair of your own.”

A shiver ran through Cindy's body.

“Master.” She whispered. Something felt different in her mind. She knew their names, but for some reason, just like the memory, it kept slipping away.

“Master, Mistress,” Cindy said again, feeling Elizabeth’s hand get intertwined with hers.

Elizabeth pulled her, “Let’s go, we have work to do.”

Cindy felt a bit lost, it was like walking through the fog and Elizabeth was her only light.

She guided her downstairs, to the kitchen.

“Mistress said you can help me out in the kitchen. Then you can go work with Master.”

Cindy nodded. The movements felt automatic. It was so easy to follow Elizabeth through the kitchen, cleaning, cooking, and setting the table.

After a while, the Ramirez walked downstairs, Elizabeth stood by the counter and waited.

The couple had breakfast. They talked but the words seemed unimportant to Cindy. She felt warm, content, lost in a blissful, pink fog.

When they were done, they left the plates on the table and Mistress walked away without saying a word. Master approached her.

Cindy noticed he seemed annoyed, he looked up and down at her, leaning forward he said, “When you are done playing, please come join me at the office.” Then he left.

Elizabeth took her hand and nodded. “It’s going to be okay.”

Cindy helped her clean and the two girls had breakfast together. Elizabeth tried more than once to slide her latex-clad hand under Cindy’s skirt. Cindy simply moaned and let Elizabeth feed her or do anything she wanted and have her way with her.

“I have to go upstairs, Master…” Cindy said, pushing Elizabeth away before they could kiss.

“Right,” Elizabeth said with a bit of sadness in her voice, “Don’t make him wait.” She added with a tiny kiss on the corner of her mouth.

Walking up the stairs, Cindy left the other maid working in the kitchen.

Then she knocked at the door and waited for Master’s voice.

“Come in,” he said and Elizabeth walked in.

The moment the door closed behind her, Cindy felt like a curtain was lifted and her mind became clear.

Mr. Ramirez was sitting behind his desk, typing on his computer. There was a camera set in front of him, aimed at the chair across from him.

“Please, take a seat, Cindy.” He said and motioned to the empty chair.

She felt like crying. Was he going to fire her? Did they find out she was snooping around? Did he find out she was masturbating in her room? Or maybe he figured out about Elizabeth? About that night she saw them?

“Did- Did I do something wrong?” Cindy tried to hold back, not to sound like she was about to cry.

“Of course not, think of this just as an evaluation, or a follow-up from our first interview. You can also give me feedback if you want.” He sounded calm, collected, but there was something in his voice. Anger? Disappointment?

He turned on the camera. A little red dot blinked in front of her.

“You may not remember it, but I already asked you this question before. When you came over for the interview. I just want to ask it again, now that you have made yourself at home and got used to the way we work.”

There was a small pause. He typed something on his computer.

He moved the mouse and clicked something.

A soft sound, music, started to play.

“What is it you desire, Cindy?” Mr. Ramirez said, “You are a bright young woman, but it seems like you want something different from what I thought.”

The music was soft, and calming, Cindy felt small, like she was being interrogated. But that music made her feel comfortable. Relaxed. She could not lie. She gulped down, took a deep breath, and sat straight.

Then she answered in earnest, “I want-“

***

The door closed. Cindy was standing in the hallway, feeling a bit dizzy.

“Ready to go to sleep?” Elizabeth said.

“Yeah,” Cindy said unsure of what was happening, she felt a bit spacey and out of herself.

Elizabeth grabbed her hand, “Come here,” she said and led Cindy across the hallway, away from the guest room and into her room, “Let’s go to sleep.”

Cindy nodded and closed the door as Elizabeth cupped her chin and kissed her.