“Emily, save me some water!”

Emily opened her eyes and took a deep breath, shutting off the shower and grabbing for the towel hanging over the shower door. She dried herself off for a few minutes, humming softly to herself. A casual floral dress and underwear were hanging off the back of the bathroom door for her. After wrapping the towel around her short hair, Emily swiftly got dressed.

“Anna,” she said through the closed door, “this is a zipper dress. I can’t reach it. Will you help me?”

The door opened and Anna stepped inside, still in her pajamas and carrying her own hanger of clothes. Emily stared for a moment at the jeans that were folded over the hanger. A maid in pants seemed like an odd thing to her. Certainly, Emily didn’t wear pants. Had she ever worn pants? She wasn’t sure. All memories from before she came to live here were a little slippery.

Anna zipped the dress up and ushered Emily out the door. Emily picked up the blow dryer and got to work on her hair. She was just pulling on a clean pair of tights when Anna stepped out of the bathroom.

“Don’t forget to do some casual makeup for today, Miss Emily,” Anna said.

Emily nodded, only faintly wondering why Anna was addressing her so formally. Even stopping to do her makeup, Emily and Anna were ready to go before the hour was up. They made their way to the manor’s side garage, moving swiftly so as not to get in the way of the residents or the other maids.

Several other maids were already there in casual clothes. Anna did a quick head count, finding that they were a couple people short. It took another twenty minutes for the remaining three maids to arrive. Everyone got into the auxiliary van, Anna climbing into the driver’s seat.

“Everybody has everything they need, right?” Anna asked.

Once a week, one of the elder maids was tasked with taking a group of maids into town on one of their days off. Anna had insisted on Emily coming. She still wanted to keep Emily close, even though she’d been here for… a while? The days blended together most of the time.

Anna found them a nice parking garage right in the middle of the commercial district and told everyone to be back shortly after dinner time.

“How are you feeling?” she asked Emily.

“I think you were right,” Emily replied, smiling softly. “Some fresh air will probably do me good.”

It was a struggle to think clearly, sometimes. Emily sometimes found herself staring off into the distance for minutes on end before coming to her senses. More and more often it happened when she was thinking about her body. Her skin was so soft; had it always been that soft? It sometimes took her a few seconds to recognize her face in the mirror. Certainly, she hadn’t always had such a small, soft dick, right? Sometimes she’d bump up against her chest and would wince in pain. Her breasts kept getting in the way more than they’d used to. She’d always had breasts, didn’t she?

Yeah, some fresh air would help clear her head.

“Let’s go look for a place to eat lunch before we start shopping,” Anna suggested.

Emily nodded in agreement. It felt so good to have someone else making decisions for her. The other day someone had asked her what she wanted to do and Emily got so much choice anxiety that she almost broke down in tears.

She found herself gripping the folds of her dress tightly as they walked down the sidewalk.

“I really appreciate you picking out this dress for me,” she told Anna, “but why do I feel so embarrassed to be seen in it right now?”

“Hmm… That is odd, dear,” Anna said, not turning to look at Emily. “Dresses are your favorite, aren’t they? You’ve never liked pants. I don’t think you’ve worn pants since middle school. Don’t you remember?”

Aha! Emily knew it: she didn’t like pants. Something about what Anna had said made her squirm a little bit. In a good way, though. She had no reason to distrust Anna. They’d known each other since at least middle school.

“We’ve known each other since middle school?” she asked.

“I was the one who introduced you to Miss Lalita,” Anna reminded her.

A tingle ran up Emily’s entire body. She didn’t know why, but she really enjoyed hearing Anna remind her about her own past. It felt good having a friend who could fill the patches in her memory so readily.

“Oh, shit!” Anna whispered.

Emily actually jumped a little. Good maids weren’t supposed to swear. What had gotten into her?

Then Emily actually followed Anna’s gaze.

Stepping out of a nearby shop was Missus Narang, who towered over all the surrounding pedestrians. Along with her was Miss Lalita, as well as a man whom Emily didn’t recognize. Miss Lalita was laughing at something the man had said. Anna was pulling on Emily’s arm, but Emily watched as Lalita gave the man a playful push and a smile. Her heart was thumping loudly in her ears and her entire body was shaking.

What… What was going on? Why did she feel like this? Her vision was starting to blur. Her breathing was rapid. Someone was touching her. Why was Lalita with that man? Why did she look at him with that twinkle in her eye?

“Miss Emily, look at me.”

Emily obeyed, looking up into the face of Missus Narang. When had she gotten here? Her expression was a little softer than Emily was used to. She was smiling, but it was a sad smile.

“Don’t stop looking at me, dear,” she said. “Tell me three things you can hear.”

“Crowd,” Emily replied curtly. “Cars. Doors opening and closing.”

“Very good.” Missus Narang cupped Emily’s cheek with one hand. “Tell me two things you can smell, Miss Emily.”

“Perfume. Just perfume.”

Gosh, the smell of her perfume was intoxicating. Emily wanted to lean forward and bury her face in Missus Narang’s chest just to soak up the smell. She wanted Missus Narang to run her fingers down her back until getting all the way down to her butt where she’d grip tightly–

“That’s alright, dear,” Missus Narang said. “Tell me one thing you can feel.”

“A little horny,” Emily admitted sheepishly.

She heard a surprised cough from off to the side. That must have been Anna, but Emily didn’t turn to look. Missus Narang chuckled a little bit and stood up.

Turning behind her, she told Miss Lalita, “I suggest that you explain things to her before we go. She is, after all, your responsibility.”

Miss Lalita nodded and gently guided Emily by the shoulders over to a nearby storefront. It looked like a fashion boutique. She led Emily inside and they hid themselves behind some of the racks.

“Hey, how are you doing?” Miss Lalita asked softly.

“Little… confused,” Emily admitted. “Who was that man?”

“Ah, I… I wish you hadn’t found out about him this way. That’s Samuel. My mother has been trying to set me up with him and wanted me to finally meet him today.” Emily started to shake again, so Lalita placed her hands on Emily’s arms and squeezed gently. “I didn’t think it was going to go anywhere, but to be honest: I kind of like him. “ Emily whined. “Hey, it’s alright, Emily. I’m not going to forget about you or anything. You’re still my special girl, right?”

Emily nodded, but she was on the verge of tears.

“He’s your boyfriend?” she asked. “But I… I thought… I was…”

Where was her brain going with this?

Miss Lalita cut her thought off by pressing a finger against Emily’s lips.

“Hey, it’s alright. Don’t worry about that. It’s okay for me to have more than one partner, right? Just like it would be okay for you to have multiple partners. It’s not reasonable to expect one person to fulfill every need  you have, right? Samuel can be a partner who I show off in high class circles just like, for instance, Anna could be a partner who sleeps in bed next to you at night.”

“I… suppose.”

Emily’s cheeks were burning. Miss Lalita took her by the hand and led her out of the store. She gave Anna a curt nod before reuniting with Samuel and Missus Narang.

“Enjoy your day,” she told Anna and Emily, waving to them before the three started walking away.

Emily was still a little stressed, but it wasn’t hard to keep her distracted for the rest of the day. Perhaps her struggle with focusing on anything that wasn’t work came in handy now and again. It was an exhausting day, though. Emily found it hard to stay awake long enough on the ride home to even talk with her fellow maids.

When they were back in their room, Anna and Emily sat their shopping bags down by the writing desk. Emily couldn’t fight back a yawn. Anna came up behind her and placed her hands on Emily’s shoulders, massaging them gently.

“Miss Lalita was hoping that I’d be able to help you relax tonight.”

“She did?” Emily asked.

“Oh, yes, she absolutely did.” Anna led Emily over to the bed and sat her down. She knelt down and started undoing the straps on Emily’s shoes. “And perhaps you can help me to unwind a little bit as well.”

Emily started to fidget, opening her mouth to protest, but Anna started rubbing Emily’s feet and any complaint died in her throat. Emily fell back, spreading out across the thick bedding. This felt so nice. When she was done, Anna reached up and snuck her arms under Emily’s dress. She grabbed Emily’s tights and pulled them down, gently sliding them off of Emily’s feet.

“You’ve got such nice, soft, smooth legs,” Anna said, running a finger down Emily’s thigh and causing her to shudder.

“Do you want me to pleasure you, Emily?”

“Yes. Yes please. Do it.”

“Oh my~ So eager.”

Anna took the hem of Emily’s dress and pushed it up, exposing her panties and a tiny bulge. She pulled the panties down and Emily’s little member sprang up. It wasn’t anything impressive. When Anna ran a finger down its length, Emily squirmed a little bit and her toes curled.

Soft, moist lips pressed gently against Emily’s quivering head as Anna gave her a light kiss. She opened her mouth just a little and wrapped her lips around the tip. Emily grabbed the bedspread in her hands and bit her tongue just a little. She was burning up. Her breathing was ragged. Slowly–too slowly, agonizingly slowly–Anna inched forward and brought more of Emily’s tiny dick into her mouth.

“Please,” Emily whimpered. “Please please please go faster.”

Anna didn’t respond, but ran her tongue over Emily’s shaft in a way that made her squeal. Emily closed her eyes and started thrashing her head from side to side as Anna started to suck, running her lips up and down Emily’s dick. It was so small but so sensitive. Groans and squeaks escaped Emily and she couldn’t stop herself from kicking her legs from the pleasure. Anna had to grab onto Emily’s waist to support herself.

Is this what Lalita had felt? Oh, Lalita. To imagine her in the room now, watching Emily squirm under Anna’s control. A shiver ran all through Emily. The thought of her Miss Lalita watching, teasing from afar…

It was getting hard to think. Emily felt like she was babbling, but she had no idea what she was supposed to be saying. Wouldn’t it be so easy to let go and allow the feeling to consume her completely? All Emily wanted was to be a good, obedient little toy. Isn’t that why she’d become a maid? She remembered someone telling her that.

She screamed when she came. Her whole body tensed up for a few moments, then relaxed completely. Anna stood up, smirking softly. Emily couldn’t really decipher what it meant. Thought was just a little too much for her at the moment.

Anna sat down on the bed next to Emily, who had started to drool.

“I hope you feel a little better about Lalita having a boyfriend now,” Anna cooed, brushing aside Emily’s hair.

Lalita? She had a boyfriend? Well, that didn’t seem so bad. It was only fair. Someone had told her it was fair. Emily had no reason not to believe it.