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I love working with my fiend Miss X as you well know, and I love her apartment, I’ve told you this before but what I haven’t told you are the some of the reasons why I love her apartment so much (apart from the fact that Miss X is there and wherever Miss X is fun times are sure to follow), I love the space and the luxury, the colours, the bronze and warm reds at sun set, the clear blues at early, or maybe late, sun rise. Miss X has created a feeling in her apartment that everyone feels at home in and its addictive, you don’t want to leave. I don’t know quite how she’s done this or how much is the art and the furnishings and how much is her and her amazing ability to make everyone at home, comfortable and smiling within minutes. Anyway it was to her apartment I found myself travelling once more with expectation, hope and a childish delight in my smile and in my stomach! Happy and exited in the cab I clutched my bag of toys and costumes as I imagined what was ahead of me for the next few hours.
Miss X and the agency have a couple of new clients that have rather particular requests, I’ve run into this type of booking before and must say they are fun. I’m talking about food, specifically cream cakes and cream. Think food fights and pouring cream and you won’t be too far away. This booking was to be a little more involved, a little more fantasy fulfilment, and I was looking forward to it. The client and the Agency had agreed the scenario, one that appealed to both Miss X and I and fell right into our fields of expertise. It involved submission, domination, role-play, a hint of fetishism and food! What’s not to like….
Miss X had covered the dinning area floor with plastic sheeting and taped it down. Her dinning chairs had also been covered, both in a very subtle and unobtrusive way, these however were the only hints of what was to be happening here soon. Miss X and I changed into costume and slowly slipped into character. Miss X dressed in a maids costume, one of the shortest I’d ever seen, with fishnet stockings, simple maid style shoes and hardly any make-up. I changed into a lady boss outfit, short black skirt, black stockings quite a sheer white blouse, black stilettos and slightly severe make-up with my favourite shade of strong red lipstick.
In costume and in character I ordered Miss X to lay out my other costume for the evening this she did in silence and with a grace and lack of extra movement that was hypnotic, especially when she bent over, her prefect bottom was almost completely exposed! With her final movement she lingered slightly while bent over the bed, turning and looking over her shoulder at me with her wickedest smile, I held her gaze and gave her my sternest lady boss stare….
As arranged the large round glass dinning-table was laid with nothing but a bottle of wine chilling on ice and two long stem wine glasses. The client arrived and once customary exchanges made we moved straight to the dinning area. Miss X moved to her place in the corner ankles and toes together, hands held together and resting at her crotch with head bowed. The client is a fan of Japanese cartoons and Miss X knows her Manga and Hentai and watches them herself from time to time and so she knows how to be the type of submissive sexy maid that our client desires. I sat diagonally across from, lets call him Mr A, my legs crossed in such a way as to allow him a good view of the perfect curves and a view of a length of suspender peeping from below my skirt, my sexy sheer blouse was just tight enough to show the shape of my breasts and yet leave a little something to the imagination.  The scene was set.
Mr A ordered Miss X to pour the drinks this she did while flashing her pert little bottom and spilling a few drops for which I reprimanded her. This was repeated a few minutes later this time with Mr A delivering the reprimand when Miss X spilt a few drops on the glass table, Miss X appeared ashamed, apologised and moved back each time to her station in the corner, few feet from the table. We began to order plates, nothing more just plates, readying ourselves for the main course. These arrived and each of which was delivered with a lingering flash of Miss X’s sexy bottom and this time with just a hint of a wiggle, unfortunately the plates were delivered a little too noisily. This was disgraceful! Something more had to be said – more reprimands and warnings “Something may have to be done”, Mr A and I talking of how disappointing the service was and “maids must learn how to perform” Miss X looking dejected we ordered the cakes.
They arrived with a wonderful bend over the table as Miss X stretched and began to arrange them, each other one rolling from the plate in the centre of the table. Mr A and I were shocked and I took charge. Taking a little fluffy creamy cake in hand and moving behind and to the side of Miss X I gave her a slap on the arse with the cream cake. It splatted wonderfully. Miss X complained and pleaded delightfully, Mr A’s eyes sparkled at the sight before him, I continued to scold Miss X about her terrible service and slowly took another little cream cake. Splat! On the other cheek! I made an excuse to leave the room, going to wash my hands I think and quickly changed into my other costume. I re-entered the room and discovered Mr A licking the cake from Miss X’s pert bottom. “Well well it looks like I have two victims for the evening”. Dressed in my red PVC catsuit shinny stilettos, whip in hand they both turned on que. The games began in earnest!
Mr A was my victim as I made him throw and smear cream and cake over Miss X and then lick some of it off, this culminated in my making him order Miss X to strip naked and pour cream over herself as part of her punishment, I allowed Mr A to lick some of this from Miss X. Of course if he didn’t deliver on my orders in quite the right way he was punished! I controlled my two slaves perfectly to balance Mr A’s pleasure on a knife-edge and then built the pressure with all my skill using my toys and Miss X as tools to tease, punish and elight in equal measure, until I final allowed him relief. Mr A finally left with a new glint in his eye and a lot less stress in his shoulders and his pants! Miss X and I cleaned up, after we had our own little food fight, we couldn’t resist!