Chapter One

 

 

I was very nervous as the limo approached the apartment building which towered high above the Manhattan skyline. The driver brought the car to a stop in front of the building entrance. He doorman opened the door for me, and I stepped out into the warm late summer evening.

 

I took the elevator to the 56^th floor as instructed. As the elevator door opened, I realized I was looking straight into a lobby and knew that the Mistress occupied the entire 56^th floor. I was very impressed and wondered how she had made all her money.

 

Of course there were rumors out on the scene, some said she was an heiress, others said she had been a mistress for hire. I had even heard that she made money from skin flicks. Anyway, it was all was conjecture, and all I knew was that I was both excited, and nervous about finally meeting her in person.

 

I knocked on apartment number 555, and a very sexy blonde woman, dressed in a revealing leather outfit, opened it. It was a skin-tight black cat suit made of thin leather, which molded every curve of her toned petite body.

 

She also wore high-heeled black leather boots, which made her appear taller than she really was. She looked me up and down in an appraising manner. I reacted by getting red and becoming embarrassed.

 

The Mistress looked at me and saw a petite young woman with large full breasts, short blonde spiky hair, tanned skin, and freckles. She could tell I was soft-spoken and obviously very nervous.

 

"Good, you're finally here slave!" she stated.

 

As soon as she addressed me as slave, I felt that familiar tingle spread throughout my body. I had been emailing and talking on the phone with this woman for so long now. I knew she was the one who would become mistress of my mind, and my body. This woman had so intrigued me and fired my imagination.

 

I curtsied, lowered my head, and replied, "Yes Mistress, I'm sorry I'm late. The traffic was crazy."

 

Mistress Marla wasn't interested in my lame excuses and ordered me into the apartment. She guided me through a large hallway, then down a corridor. I was curious about my Mistress's apartment, but only managed to catch a glimpse of exotic paintings and unusual shaped furniture.

 

She was a brisk walker and I had to hurry just to keep up with her. She opened a door and motioned me into the room. It was bare except for a wooden kitchen chair and a closet.

 

Mistress Marla looked at me and said, "Now you're finally here slut, undress. Look in the closet you'll see your new clothes. You are to put them on and immediately report to me in the living room. Is that clear?"

 

I was nervous but tried to cover it with a soft, "Yes."

 

Mistress Marla's response was to reply with a threatening tone in her voice, "Yes, what Slave?"

 

"Yes, Mistress. Mistress!" I answered quickly. She swept out of the room and headed back down the hallway, leaving me standing there.

 

I obeyed, and quickly undressed and opened the closet. Hanging inside was a sexy French maid's uniform. It was very small and revealing. First, I pulled the sheer stockings on over my legs and attached them to the suspender belt. Then, I realized there were no panties provided and my own would show under the uniform. So, I went without.

 

I felt a small tingle of excitement as I put on the skimpy little uniform on. I straightened the seams at the back of my legs and then noticed a pair of shoes in the bottom of the closet. They were bright red and very high, four-inch stilettos. I put them on and buckled the delicate ankle straps. I stood, uncomfortably perched on the high heels, looking down.

 

There was a mirror on the inside of one of the doors of the closet and I examined myself in it. I positioned the small cap on my head and pinned it to my hair with the pins provided. I looked very sexy and felt my juices start to flow.