This story is fictional. It has no bearing to anyone, If you are under the legal age please leave. If not then please enjoy. Also this story was written by Ms Christine, and was posted on Her behalf
This is Part 2 of Petra's exploits, be sure to read Part 1 to understand the story better
Part 2
Grace didn't have to wait to long before Petra' entered the boudoir again. As she' looked on the bed to see the maids outfit lying on there with the panties bra and stocking, she' smiled, excited with the anticipation of being dressed up. Then she' realised that Grace was naked under her robe and `she' wondered why.
Grace patting the bed, told Petra' to sit on the bed beside her and she would explain everything stage by stage. "Firstly" said Grace "we take our panties and step into them, take them up over your calves, then your knees, then your thighs, over your hips and make sure they fit snugly." Grace showed her what to do and then Petra' followed. Next came the suspender belt, again Grace demonstrated what Petra' should do. Stepping into the suspender belt she drew it up around her legs over her thighs and hips to her waist, tucking the spenders in through the side openings of her panties. Again Petra' followed "Mmmmmm," thought Petra'," I could easily get used to doing this." Sitting back on the bed Grace took a stocking, rolling it down to the toe; she bent forward and inserted her toes. Over the heel, and up her calve, the silk stockings felt so sensual against her leg, carrying on up over her knee and over her thigh. Then she fixed the stocking to the suspenders doing one at a time making sure it fitted nicely. Again with the other leg, feeling both stocking clad legs rub together. Now it was Petra's' turn, having watched Grace closely, she' knew what to do, but, what if she' made a mistake. Slowly Petra' donned the stocking toes in first, then the heel, over the calves, up over the knee and up the thigh, finally fastening it to the suspender. Then came the second stocking and repeating what she' had done the first time, sighed with relief. It felt so good and so natural `Petra' was getting a little excited.
It was time to put on the bra, Grace took off her robe and to Petra's amazement when she' saw just how large Grace's breasts were. They were milk white so, so soft and with large erect nipples, wishing she' could suckle them, but thought better of it, as she' was here to learn. On went the straps of the bra up Graces arms, Petra' watched closely, putting a breast into each cup, and then fastening it round her back, but then Grace had a change of mind and went half naked into her drawer and brought out a front fastener. Putting an arm in each strap, bringing the cups around the front of her she placed each breast in one, and then fastened the clip in front of her. Again it was Petra's' turn following Grace's every move; Petra' picked up a bra and slipped it on her' arms up and over her' shoulders, placing her' hands behind her' she fumbled with the clasp, eventually managing to fasten it. Wanting to see what she' looked like in her' undies she stood in front of a full length mirror admiring herself'. Longing to get dressed up Petra' strolled back to the bed, picking up waist taffeta underskirt she' sat down and slipped her' feet into the waistband, easing it up over her' legs and thighs up to her hips, she made sure it sat right on her waist and hips, then she' took the little satin skirt, undid the button and stepped into it, again taking it up over' her' stocking clad legs, over her' taffeta underskirt and fitted it around her' waist, buttoning it and straightening out the skirt. Now for the top, it was very plain, no buttons, but an elasticated neckline with puffed up cap sleeves. She' could wear if it off the shoulders if she' preferred. Putting her' arms in first Petra' pulled the top over her' head and down over her' breasts and squirmed about for a minute or two till it fitted properly and then tucked it into her' skirt. Picking up the little white apron, Petra' took the ties and fastened them in a bow behind her. Then she remembered she needed falsies to emphasise her' breasts, placing each little bag of silicon into each cup, made her' feel deliciously femme.
Grace did the final touches, she took her make-up box over to the dressing table where she told Petra' to sit, so she' could watch and learn from Grace how to put makeup on and then she' would be able to do it herself. Firstly the foundation cream, not to dark not to light, a nice combo one. Placing a little cream on Petra' Grace smoothed it over Petra's' face rubbing it in so there were no mask lines under the chin or around the eyes and nose. Then Grace took a little powder puff out and gently but sparingly dabbed it on Petra's' face, there was no way she wanted Petra' to look like a clown. Taking out her little blocks of eye shadow, Grace chose a soft lilac colour and spread that evenly over both eye sockets, blending the colour in with her finger. Telling Petra' to look down, Grace
Took out her mascara brown in colour, and with long strokes of the brush started to thicken Petra's' eyelashes, not to much, but enough to be noticeable. Then telling Petra' to look up Grace did the lower lashes. Mmmmmm, thought Grace, what an attractive looking woman you make. Now it was the turn of the lipstick, what shade of red should it be, Grace plumped for the poppy red, a vibrant colour, telling Petra' to tighten her' top lip, Grace applied the lipstick. The same with the bottom lip. Ohhh, a little blusher was required. Once that was applied Grace walked to the built-in cupboard where there were a lot of different type wigs all shades and lengths. Grace chose a dark brown wig, bobbed just under the lobes of the ears. Placing it on Petra's' head she pulled it on fiddling around with it and then gave it a brush only when she was satisfied with it. Telling Petra' to put on her' stilettos she could now go to the mirror and see herself. Standing in amazement Peter couldn't believe his eyes, was that really him? God did he feel so sexy, and his name was now Petra'. Turning to Grace, trying to thank her, Petra' declared her' undying loyalty to Grace and asked if she' could be her permanent live-in maid. It didn't take Grace long to make up her mind, but she did say Petra' would be on a three month trial, and if all went well then, yes, she would make it permanent.
Learning to walk in stilettos was a bit of a sore point with Petra' as she' would have to learn to walk in them all day, every day, and although she had had them on only a short time and her' feet were killing her, but she' must persevere.
Grace looked at the clock; it was almost 11.30pm, had it only been five hours since Peter, now Petra', had arrived. Slipping on her robe, she asked Petra' if she had transport to get home, as she didn't want to keep her' out too late. Petra said she was only to pleased to carry on looking after her Mistress, she' didn't feel tired to exhilarated by the evening's accomplishments. Grace thought about it and said she' could stay the night, but she would have to bathe her Mistress. Hurrying into the bathroom, Petra' ran her Mistress's bath, filling it up with bubbles and assorted essential oils. Lighting the candles around the bath she' dimmed the light. Now' thought Petra My Mistress will be sure to keep me'. Grace called out to Petra',' Is my bath ready'. Yes Mistress,' was the reply. So Grace walked in to the bathroom and disrobed. Petra was about to leave the room, when Grace called out, 'Where do you think your going to my girl?', Petra' not sure what she' was doing said, She' was leaving Mistress to have her bath in peace'. Get back here girl, right now,' came the reply, bring a chair with you, you will sit and watch.' Petra's face went red with embarrassment. Take my robe, girl, and help me undress.' Standing front of Grace, Petra's' hands shook as she' tried to undo the front fastening of Grace's bra, beads of sweat started running down her' face, she had to get it right or there would be more punishment. Grace stood there patiently as finally Petra' undid her bra and slipped the straps off of Grace's shoulders, down her arms and finally off all together she put it on the chair. Her head just inches away from Grace's breasts, for she had bent lower to see to the suspender belt, Petra' wished she' could lick and suck on those ripe rosy coloured nipples, they were so tempting and inviting, but no, she' had a job to do and so carried on unhooking the suspenders from the stockings. Hands trembling she' managed the first then the second, a third and a forth suspender, placing her' fingers in the stocking tops she moved down Grace's thigh, mmmmmm they was lovely and soft, taking the stocking further down over the knee and then down the calves to the toes, Grace lifted her foot so Petra' could remove the stocking. Back up again to remove the second stocking, the touch of those thighs made Petra' think of how it would feel to kiss in between them and lick her Mistress's satin clad pussy. Again she' removed the stocking and slowly moved her fingers down Grace's leg until she reached the foot. The belt itself was easy to come off as Petra' unhooked it and placed it on the chair. All Grace stood in now was her panties, and as Petra' removed them down over Grace's hips, easing them out of her Mistress's pussy lips, she saw they were damp, continuing down her thighs, until the were at her Mistress's feet. Petra's' bulge started to grow. The sight of her Mistress naked excited her.
Grace walked over to the mirror on the bathroom wall, 'Petra' watching how her mistress walk when naked, her buttocks moved as thought they were chewing a caramel, so sensual. Piling her hair up, and taking a clasp from the shelf below the mirror Grace fixed her hair, it didn't matter if some curling tendrils fell about her face and shoulders, she just longed to soak in the bath. Stepping into the bath Grace knelt down, picking up a real sponge she dipped it into the foam covered bath. Taking the water filled sponge, she took it up to her chin and squeezed it, letting the water run down her neck, her breasts and the droplets of water drip from her hard erect nipples. Petra' sat mesmerised with the view; she' could not take her' eyes off of Grace's breasts. Grace took the soap and lathered her hands, she soaped over her shoulders down her breasts over her nipples, under her breasts and her stomach. Taking the water filled sponge again she squeezed it over her body, again and again until the soap was removed. Stretching to get the soap it slipped out of her hand and made a splash in the water. Hell ', said Grace trying to find the soap, Petra' jumped up and asked her Mistress if she could help. So now there were four hands in the water looking for the soap. Petra accidentally touched her Mistress's pussy and Grace gave her a look of astonishment, never in all the years of her teaching had any of her maids dare touch her private part without asking, infact she liked it, but she would not say that to Petra'. Petra's fingers slipped to and thro from Grace's clit to her vagina, rubbing and massaging, Grace giving moans of delight, and as she' was rubbing her Mistress her mouth encircled one of Grace's nipples. How Petra' had longed to do that. Grace took her hand out of the bath water and groped Petra between her' legs feeling a massive bulge in the tight black satin panties. Petra said she' needed to urinate and Grace said,' urinate in my mouth and let me taste you.' Petra looked shocked and embarrassed she had never done anything like this before. Grace said again,' urinate in my mouth, I'm ordering you to.' So with some hesitation Petra' took out her bulging clit and lent over Grace so she could urinate in her mouth, what Grace couldn't drink went all over her body, running down her chin over her breasts, what a warm feeling it was. Grace took her sponge and rinsed the urine off of her body. Wishing to get out of the bath Grace stood up, waiting or Petra' to hand her the towel, and as Petra' did so she' could not help notice the beads of water on Grace's body shimmer in the candle light, wrapping the towel around her Mistress, Grace stepped out of the bath. Patting her skin with the towel, making sure every part of her body dry, she stood there naked waiting for Petra' to hand her robe, dutifully Petra' held the robe up so her Mistress could slip her arms into the sleeves and tie the robe around her.
Grace told Petra' to follow her, and was taken to the guest's bedroom, it was a large room but not as big as Grace's Lair' the walls were done in shades of lilacs, mauves, and creams. The bed was a queen size with cream silk sheets and a lilac top cover. There were also a vase of white roses on a cabinet at the side of the bed, instead of curtains there were voile hangings, dimming the light Grace lit a few candles and told Petra' to take what ever night clothes she desired out of a drawer at the bed side cabinet. Wishing her sweet dreams Grace left the room. Petra' went to the said drawer and opened it to find it full of beautiful nightwear. There were see-through nightdresses, satin pyjamas, silk slips everything was there in different colours, Petra' chose powder blue satin pyjamas to wear and laid them on the bed, then started to undress herself. She' took off the wig and laid it on the bedside table, undone her short black skirt and let it fall to the floor. Undid the taffeta under skirt, eased it of her hips and let it fall to the floor. Taking her top off, and removing the falsies from her' bra she then undid the hooks at the back of the bra. Sitting on the bed, she' unhooked the suspenders from one of the stockings, placing her fingers in the stocking tops she' slid it down her leg and took it off her toes, then the second stocking doing the same thing. Putting her' hands behind her' she unhooked the suspender belt itself and laid it on the bed all she was left with was her' silky g-string, taking the string off of her' hips, down her legs and to the floorshe' stepped out of them. Walking across the room naked to wash her face at the hand basin she' knew that once she' washed her' face taking the make-up off she' would no longer be `Petra' but Peter again. After washing the make-up off Peter dried his face and walked back to the bed. Picking up the clothes he had taken off he laid everything neatly on a chair, and proceeded to put the pyjamas on and got into the bed. He thought of the evenings events, about the punishment and the pleasure, about the dressing up and the escapade in the bath looking for the soap and what he had done to Grace, the more he thought about it , the more he knew this was what he wanted. He was having trouble getting to sleep, watching the second hand going round slowly, he wondered what Grace was doing, was she sleeping or was she lying awake like him. He looked at the clock again it was 3.30am, climbing out of bed he walked over to the door, opened it and crept along the passage way to Grace's bedroom door. Peter gently tapped the door, receiving no answer, he placed his hand on the door handle and turned it, opening the door, he walked in and quietly closed it behind him. Walking up to the bed, the moonlight streaming through the window, he looked at Grace, what an angel she looked lying there. Tiptoeing around the bed he undressed and crept into bed beside her. The smell of her body, her hair was intoxicating, he wanted her, and he desired her. Putting his arm over her waist he pulled himself into close to her, gently kissing her neck and shoulders. His hand came up to her breast, he fondled it, gently touching the nipple, Grace sighed and moaned lightly. Taking the nipple between his fingers he rolled and toyed with it, Grace moaned again. He placed his mouth over her nipple and suckled, his hand wandered over her stomach down to her golden honey pot. Peter fingered her clit, it was so hot and wet, and he wanted to get his tongue in so he could lick her hot wet juices. Grace stirred and turned over onto her back, Peter eased himself between her legs, Grace, while still sleeping pushed his hand in further deep into her honey pot, god was she soaking wet. Going down on her his tongue licked and flicked her clit, Grace moaned with pleasure, taking his tongue deeper he enjoyed the taste of all her honey juices, his lips and nose covered in it, not surprising he looked down to see that he had a stiff erection, he wanted her and he was going to have her. Easing gently her body down so the her hips were on his thighs, he was just about to enter her, when she stirred, rubbing her eyes ...
Was this a dream she was having or was it for real? What would happen next, would she want him or would she punish him again for trying to have his wicked way? To find out you will have to read the part 3.