Evan - Home

Before B, Emily had a properly dressed maid more often. She still has a maid, just not dressed like this anymore; it's had to pull off that look with a child.

But since she got home around 11 and B doesn't get off the bus until 3:30, I decided to surprise her so was in full French Maid attire when she came home. Why? To celebrate the return of the Mistress of the house. Trust me, things are much better when Mistress is here.

So at 11, I was dutifully waiting in the back hall for my wife (sigh, she had Find My turned back on so I knew exactly when she'd be home.

I heard the garage door, swallowed nervously, waited.

"Oh, my," Emily said as she walked in, "what's this?"

"I..." My voice caught in my throat so happy I was to see her. I wanted to run to her to smoother her in kisses, but that wasn't what a maid did.

She smiled. "I go away for most of the week with my boyfriend and this is what I come home to?"

"I...I thought I'd surprise you, Mistress," I said, knowing how timid I sounded, how shy, how submissive. "I...I assume you'd want your things unpacked right away." It was one of Emily's traits, when we returned home from vacation, we didn't sit and relax until everything was "squared away."

"It's been awhile, hasn't it?" she asked, reflexively responding to the title.

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

She set her purse on the ledge in the hall. "If I remember correctly there's an inspection, isn't there? Not really needed now, considering, but still...a girl should present herself for inspection, shouldn't she?" She had a twinkle in her eye.

"Of course, Mistress," I said. This harkened back to the days when chastity was a game, not the normal state of things. When she expected her maid to be, well, feminine, properly restrained. Swallowing, I raised the hem of my uniform, exposed the front of my panties.

She took a step forward, reached for me. "I miss these inspections," she said. "Making sure you stay soft and feminine."

"As do I, Ma'am," I said as she felt the cage through my panties. 

"It's the normal state now, isn't. But it's still appropriate for a Mistress to inspect her maid, no?"

"Of course, Ma'am," I said, eyes fluttering at her soft touch.

"You're leaking," she said, not anger, but...disappointment...in her voice.

"I'm sorry, Mistress," I said, "it...it's been...a difficult week."

She thought for a moment, hand on cupping the cage through my panties, making me strain. "I imagine it has so I suppose I'll forgive this time, she said. "Well take my coat, dear, bring my suitcase to the closet, and bring me a cup of tea."

"Unpack first, Ma'am?"

"No, tea first," she said. "I'm tired, I couldn't sleep on the plane."

"You should have tea then nap, so you're awake when B gets home," I suggested, "I can unpack your things while you sleep."

"You don't want to talk?" she asked, clearly surprised.

"Ma'am, there's nothing more I want to do than talk. But we have tomorrow. Drink your tea and nap; I can tidy up while you're sleeping."

She looked at me. "Very well," she said, "go on then tea."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, gave a small curtsey, playful, started to leave the room to make tea. "Oh, given your choice, bring your chore chart and your journal, too, I might as well go over that while I have me tea."

"Yes, Mistress," I said. I came back with tea, the chore chart she'd left for me, and the journal/planner I used to keep track of things.

I knelt at her feet while she flipped through my journal, compared it to the chart. "You may remove my shoes," she said as she read.

I reached for her feet, took off one shoe at at time, rubbed each nylon covered foot as she read aloud each day's tasks and what I'd accomplished each day. "Fairly comprehensive," she said, "not perfect. Looks like there is some laundry than needs folded, fresh sheets on the bed...minor things."

"I...apologies, Ma'am, it..."

"Not needed, dear. I appreciate it's probably overwhelming being left home alone."

"It's fine, Ma'am, " I said, looking at her. I meant it. It is overwhelming, but I do not trouble her with such thoughts; one of my gifts to her.

She smiled. "You're good to me," she said. "I should get that nap, shouldn't I?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I agreed.

She looked at me, spread her legs. "Before I do," she said.

"Emily...Mistress...I didn't hope to...I mean..."

"I'm offering just the same," she said. "It's only been a few hours."

I looked at her panties, knew she'd smell of him, taste of him, knew that he'd filled her, that he was inside her, that she would be covered with him, in and out. "Ma'am...I..."

"Lick me, love, you want it. I want it. Lick me before I nap."

I leaned into her, smelled it then tasted it. My wife's boyfriend's mess. There was nowhere I'd rather be.

She napped and I unpacked her things, started laundry. The small bag with her intimates I set aside to clean in the morning when I awoke. Carefully. Reverently.

I changed before B came home; she awoke before B came home. "Thank you, Sara, I mean it, thank you."

"I love you, Emily."

"I love you."

And then we were a family again.