I have my appointment in 2 days and I am scared to death. I have stress as my grandfather who is a second father to me has been diagnosed with a non treatable liver cancer. This will be the fifth member of my family I am extremely close to be killed by cancer. If you believe in God or not I please ask you all to pray for him. Thank you.
I will also have heard many requests from fans that you want to hear my transition and see it. I will try to find a way to record if in photo's and show them off. If you are interested in this pleasure review or message me.
I along with my sister being a victim of abuse I want you all to please join me in honoring those victimized by Jerry Sandusky. My dad and I WERE huge fans of Penn State Football and Joe Paterno. But after hearing how these men that promised parents that they would take care of their children if they came to play at Penn State, then they swept up rape of children under the rug… I can't ever forgive a person I once respected in being involved in a cover up of a crime of this magnitude. A lot of you might not like sports but they are important to me because it is the only thing my dad and I can talk about and enjoy together. It is the common interest in sports that keeps a bridge between us. Something we can bond over and this scandal rocked that foundation with my dad. We felt betrayed and for the first time my dad and I could not talk about the one thing we could bond over. Having his daughter, my sister along with myself a victim of similar things, it disgusts us that football and a coach's firing are more reported than the victimization of children. I am not sure if I can watch sports again when it over shadows LIFE and a problem that needs to be addressed. I think we all need to realize that sports, movies, music and TV are entertainment, they should never overshadow something like this. College football is a multibillion dollar business. This "business" is what I feel in my soul the reason they swept this under the rug. Money. They would rather keep a scandal out of the light and all those children victimized so they could keep their cash hog going. Greed and pride kept a monster able to keep hurting children for fear of losing money and their reputations. I was absolutely disgusted from the news of child abuse and while reading the grand jury report I literally threw up a couple times. It is horrific, and if the rumors are true that I have been hearing it is going to get a lot worse. I believe and support the death penalty and no one can convince me otherwise that this monster who targeted young boys in his own foundation for under privileged young boys does not deserve it. Sexual abuse and rape is to me the worst crime in the world especially to innocent helpless trusting children. I pray for these boys now young men, and hope that they get the help and justice they deserve.
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Alex swallowed hard. 'A maid? I am going to be her maid?' The young woman's mind pictured the maids her parents had around the house. They wore drab uniforms and nurse shoes as they cleaned up the house every day. She hated those ugly things, but then the Sub suddenly had another thought. 'What if she makes me wear those French maid outfits I saw in one of those porns Olivia grabbed for me?' Alex let a moan slip out at the thought of being dressed as a sexy French maid serving her Mistress Olivia. 'Mistress Olivia? Is that the type of relationship I want with her? To be owned by her like Elizabeth owns me now?' Before she had time to meditate on this, her Owner drew her attention back.
"Was that a moan I heard? I think a naughty little pet likes the idea of being my maid. I just so happen to have the perfect outfit for this occasion. Actually, I have a couple, but I will get into that another time when they will be required. So it's settled. My little pet is going to become my little maid. First thing's first, though. Breakfast. While I eat, you will lotion my body so it doesn't dry out."
'What the hell? I didn't… wait wait wait, this is going WAY too fast. First I am Elizabeth's bitch, now I am her maid? I didn't say I wanted to be either, but why the hell is my body enjoying this? I am not supposed to. This is not what I thought it was going to be. I mean, isn't this all about tying people up and whips and chains and pain? This isn't anything like I thought at all. This is… intoxicating and … God, so fucking sexy and pleasurable. What the hell is wrong with me?'
Panic was showing on Alex's face and Liz knew she had to snuff it out fast. She took her pet's chin in her hand and quickly addressed the issue. "Hey, stop thinking and just enjoy it. If you really didn't want this, you would have said your safe word. I know you would not do something you really didn't want. You promised that you wouldn't push yourself to impress me. So just go with it, okay, Alex?" The elder woman comforted her pet.
'How does Olivia and Elizabeth always know what is going on in my head better than I do?' Alex sighed. "Yes, Mistress."
"Good, now please follow your orders my little one." Elizabeth kissed Alexandra's forehead while also stripping her pet of the offending garment, leaving her bare once again as she left for the bedroom once again.
Alex returned to her Owner with a delicious looking omelet, setting it on the table in front of Elizabeth. "Thank you, my dear."
"You are welcome, Ma'am."
"Now, kneel down and lotion my skin starting at my feet and working your way up." Liz crossed her legs, offering her delicate foot in front of the young blonde. Alex took the lotion from the bottle and squeezed out a small amount, rubbing it together in her hands. The submissive girl shook a bit as she took hold of her Owner's foot and start massaging the lotion into her skin.
"Mmm. Alexandra, this omelet is amazing, and God, maybe I should fire you and employ you as my personal masseuse. I think I will keep you, my pet." Elizabeth giggles. "My own personal maid, cook, and masseuse… I like the sound of that. What else is my pet good at?" Liz teased and she ran her fingers through Alex's golden hair.
A measure of pride filled Alex's chest, but then reality hit and she realized that her boss never acted like this when she won a case at her real job. The young woman knew her Owner was kidding, but it still took a huge chunk out of her ego. The Sub finished lotioning her Mistress's feet and moved on up those long legs. The feel of her boss's legs was absolutely thrilling. She already needed to come, but moving closer to Liz's sex was just too much. 'God, I want to touch her so badly.' Alex ventured a bit higher after Elizabeth uncrossed her legs, exposing her pussy lips to the blonde. The young girl smiled when she heard another deep moan escape. This was not a yummy sound from great tasting food, but a sexual moan.
Suddenly, a slap surprised Alex and a yelp followed as she drew her hands back. "No, no, no, pet, you may not touch me without begging, and truthfully, you are not worthy yet. Now, stay right there." Elizabeth rose and turned, her neatly trimmed golden curls and mound bumping Alex's nose. "Oops, dear, I'm sorry." Donnelly smirked as a choked gasp escaped her pet.
Alex panted after the physical exchange. Even just a bump on the nose sent the smell of Liz's sex into her nose and she felt a dab of her Owner's moisture on her cheek as well. The young pet lifted a finger, wiped it across that drop, and brought it to her lips. Without another thought, her pink tongue darted out. 'Oh fuck. Oh my God. Oh God.' Alex had to fight the instinct to jump up, knock Liz down, and begin eating her out right there. That taste was amazing and she wanted more. Alexandra made a promise to herself that if she had to be a bitch, maid, cook – hell, if it meant she had to be Liz's doormat – she would do anything to have that taste in her mouth again.
The young blonde's daze was interrupted from a quiet clank on the floor. She looked down to investigate what it was and she saw a steel dog bowl full of cold cereal. Alex had lost count of how many times her eyes bugged out of her head the last twenty-four hours.
"Now, my little pet, eat your breakfast while I finish lotioning my body and get dressed. I want this entire bowl licked clean before I get back and you kneeling on this floor. As I read the newspaper, you will do the dishes, but first, do you need to use the bathroom?" The Sub nodded her head and the Domme waved her hand to give permission and sent her off. Elizabeth followed Alex into the bedroom and watched as the young blonde scampered into the bathroom as she finished lotioning. She wanted to let Alex continue, but if she did, they would have had sex all over the kitchen. Only Olivia and her past love had riled up her this way. She was losing her control and she could not lose it this soon. 'Tonight. I just have to wait until we are in my suite at the club, then I can let go.'
Liz looked up, hearing the toilet flush and her pet washing her hands. As Alex exited the bathroom, Liz gave her leave to eat her breakfast, but warned that if she saw Alex eating at the table or using utensils without permission, she would be punished. Alex darted out to eat her breakfast before her Mistress was done dressing for the day.
The pet was just finishing her breakfast on all fours, lapping up the last of the milk in her bowl, when her Owner floated into the kitchen. She was dressed elegantly, Alex noticed, not used to seeing her boss in anything but a pantsuit. Liz looked down into the empty bowl and nodded her approval.
"Good girl. Now, go place your bowl in the sink and get your uniform on. It's laid out on my bed. I used your own high heels since I don't have any in your size yet. I made sure to write down all your measurements for future reference."
"Yes, Madame." Alex rose daintily. Her knees ached from kneeling for so long on the tiled floor. 'Why am I enjoying this? This is sick, but if it is, why would Liz make me do this? Maybe I really need to stop doubting her and just let go. Trust that she knows what I like.'
The blonde girl washed her bowl out and placed it in the sink. She padded to the bedroom to see the outfit her Mistress had laid out, and when she found it, Alex's mouth went dry. Sure enough, a skimpy French maid outfit lay on the bed along with her heels from the night before.
Elizabeth heard her maid before actually seeing her. The click of Alex's heels alerted Liz to her entrance into the kitchen. Donnelly let her paper drop, and so did her jaw for a moment. Luckily, Alexandra had her eyes downcast in embarrassment and did not see Elizabeth's Domme mask slip for a moment. 'Holy shit. She is sex poured into stiletto heels and a French maid outfit.' The elder blonde had to squeeze her thighs together to hold back the river of arousal flowing to her core. Swallowing the river of saliva from her throat, Liz tried to speak.
"Wo… Very nice, Alexandra, you look like a perfect French maid. Your collar looks like a choker with that dress. I must say your legs are very sexy. I might have to make you wear shorter skirts to work. It might sway a few juries. Oh, stop that glare, Alexandra, I was just joking… Maybe." Donnelly smirked as she twirled her finger, silently ordering Alex to turn and show her the backside.
The now shy Alex turned, biting back a snappy retort. 'You'd think this would be better than being naked in front of my boss, but God… for some reason I feel more exposed in this. If anyone saw me like this… If Olivia saw me like this, I would die. I would drop dead right on the spot.'
"Very impressive, my little maid. Now, go do the dishes and clean up the kitchen. The news today was a waste of paper. Nothing interesting at all, although there is definitely something interesting right here. I think while you clean, Alexandra, I want a little chat. I want to hear more about my little pet maid." Elizabeth sat back in her seat and rested her chin in her hand.
"What would you like to know, Eli… Madame?" Alexandra turned her head as she filled the sink with hot water and soap. She was worrying her lip, afraid of what Elizabeth would ask her. She knew she had her safe word in her back pocket just in case her Owner asked something she did not want to answer.
"Nice catch, Alexandra, but I am going to switch things up a bit. I changed my mind. Your body is going to stay a pet and clean the kitchen, but for now I want to talk to my employee and friend instead of my pet." The Domme had caught the nervousness in her sub's body language, so she switched tactics. 'Maybe she will be more open if we ease into a conversation instead of a game of Russian roulette. One question might shoot off Alex's safe word.'
'Thank you.' Alex let out the breath she had been holding. 'Maybe if we talk like colleagues, she won't get so personal. Maybe she'll ask about school or something instead of my crappy childhood.' She turned the faucet off and put the rubber gloves on to wash the dishes. A quiet yelp came as the air conditioning clicked on and blew across her bare legs, reminding her of her situation. "Thank you Eli… Ms. Donnelly." Alex almost made a huge mistake, remembering that even though she wasn't supposed to address Elizabeth like a pet, she had promised to call Liz 'Ms. Donnelly' until she earned the right to call her by first name.
"Another nice catch, Alexandra. You didn't happen to play softball in school, did you?" 'The first step, a simple school question. Eventually, my pet will reveal something more about her childhood. Let her lead me there.'
Alex let out a loud laugh at the thought of her parents letting her play softball, let alone any physical activity other than ballet, and that was to keep her figure feminine and graceful, not because she enjoyed it. Despite her parents' motives, Alex had enjoyed dance until her mother forced her into competitions.
"No, I didn't. I wasn't allowed to play sports. I was too sophisticated and proper to roll around in dirt and sweat." Alex adopted a snooty tone that Elizabeth immediately recognized as Alexandra's mother.
"That's too bad. I loved playing sports when I was in school, except they wouldn't let girls play any boy sports. I loved tennis and track and field. I developed some wonderful friendships and learned to work as part of a team. Besides, being girls, we had makeovers and slumber parties during road trips in our hotel rooms. Although sports and the girls were fun, I loved winning and my competitive nature would take over when the games began. Of course, it slipped into my career as well." The elder blonde laughed, remembering her father saying to her that if she tried a case like she played tennis, she would never lose a case.
"It most definitely did. I idolized you when I was in school. I read about all the cases you won. I started following them in the newspapers because you were a woman, but the more I read, the more I realized that it didn't matter what sex you were, just that you were the best. When I told my mom I wanted to join mock trial and debate club, she nearly had a heart attack. I had to tell her it was because my counselor said that if I had some extracurricular activities, I would have a better chance getting into Wellesley College. Like I would have attended that snotty, self-righteous debutante academy. I secretly applied to Colombia and was accepted. It was my first rebellious act." Alex's tone went from fun and engaging to the voice of a sad, regretful little girl held back by her family.
"How did your mom and dad take it?"
"Let's just say that I'm glad I got a scholarship, because they cut me off until I grew up and went to Wellesley like a proper young lady. I got my first job at a movie theater sweeping up after shows, and you won't believe the stuff I found on the floor and all the fluids." Alex shuddered as she continued her story. "It was hell, but I paid my way through the first 2 years of college before my parents finally caved and offered to pay for my education when they found out I was working at a movie theater as a glorified janitor. They were appalled. I took their money and donated it to charities. I continued paying my way through school on my own, and then I applied to law school."
Elizabeth was absolutely shocked. She could not believe that Alex had actually worked her way through school on her own. She gained a lot of respect for her pupil, and a proud tear slipped down her cheek. She was so wrong, but also so right about Alex. She had known there was an amazing woman underneath the arrogant, blue blood coating. Alex was already a wonderful woman. Instead of training from nothing, Liz just had to chip away the wall around her and let Alex be Alex.
"What made you want to join mock trial, debate, and then choose law as your career?" Elizabeth asked, wanting to delve more into her pet's past as a child.
"Well, my father and grandfather were lawyers, but they joined the dark side. They defended rich clients and became rich themselves. My parents did not have any sons, so I decided to carry the torch and become a lawyer." Alex finished scrubbing the last dish before placing it on the dry mat and draining the sink. She turned on her stiletto heel and felt her skirt on the French maid flare out and expose her sex and ass. No underwear had been put out with the rest of the clothes.
"I joined the mock trial team and I was put on the prosecution side. I finally got to see the law from a different perspective. I saw the victims and the side of justice, not just the side I saw from my dad. Even though it was high school, I knew that this was what I wanted."
"I bet you had a few fun arguments with your friends at mock trial, or maybe even at home hanging out."
A dark cloud passed in front of Alex's face and her mood became despondent. "Not really." The young blonde tried to brush off the conversation and started to kneel at Liz's feet.
'Oh no, you aren't getting away that easily.' The Domme lifted her pet's face and looked at her. "Why not, Alex? You said last night that your parents never let you play in the house, even your room. Did you not hang out at your friends' houses? No long talks? Parties? Sleepovers?"
Alex bit her lip and a tear streamed down her cheek. There was a very quiet, faint answer. "Blondie…"
Elizabeth sighed. That statement itself answered more questions than any story. "Okay, honey, we won't talk about this anymore." Liz slid down next to Alex and held her for a moment, letting her pet compose herself in her Owner's arms. The elder blonde pulled back and wiped the tears from the young woman's face. "I am sorry, dear, but I am proud that you knew you needed to use your safe word. Let's go back to being pet and Mistress." Liz pulled Alex up with her. The Domme was glad that she did not have her pet put on makeup yet. Alex was a mess.
"Why don't you start cleaning the rest of the kitchen, and then after you are done, would you please start dusting the front room?" Elizabeth smiled as Alex nodded her head. She knew that Alex would welcome some time alone and the activity would give her something to think about while Liz took care of some business.
As Alex started wiping down the counters, lost in her own head, Elizabeth frowned. She worried that she had pushed Alex too hard as she walked to her office. Liz closed the door and moved to pick up her cell phone. She smirked, seeing she had several missed calls and texts, all from Olivia. 'Oh Olivia, you could never learn patience or keep control of your curiosity. Curiosity killed the pussy…' She dialed the familiar number and waited for an answer.
"Hello, Olivia. You called?" Elizabeth teased.