The man, expressionless, tugged on the leash and began walking toward a door. "Come along."The man led the way, holding onto the opposite end of the l...ash, guiding me along like a prized pet through seemingly endless corridors. I really began to wonder what was in store for me on this day. This was obviously not a house or apartment building. It was some type of complex. Was this man taking me to a slave convention, or slave auction? I have heard stories of slave auctions which The Syndicate. Satisfied he was well taken care of for a few minutes, the girl stood. He was able to look up under her skirt.She wiggled a little and slipped her hands under the band of her pantyhose. She started pushing them down over her legs. Shaking hands reached up to help her. The fevered fingers she felt on her calf amused her. But she didn't laugh. This was for real to the man.He helped her out of the damnable pantyhose, then she shucked off her panties in one smooth motion. Lying on his back as he. Finally I tie a starched white apron over my uniform and pin a white maids cap with pink ribbons that trail behind me to my wig.I have half an hour to prepare myself in this way and at the end of the time I look, smell and must act at all times like a well disciplined (of which there is no doubt, that I am) Ladies maid. I return to the kitchen to take up my duties of sewing and mending I have to make all of her clothes especially her underwear, knitwear and dresses. With all this practice my. Sarah knew the two girls would play a prominent role in her life come September. They raced into the bathroom and performed their ablutions before starting to get dressed. Mary's clothes had dried on the radiator in the adjacent room and Sarah inspected them critically."Let's find you something better to wear," she stated forcefully.A wardrobe yield a wide assortment of lingerie and Sarah picked out a number of items that would enhance her figure: dark stockings and a sheer matching basque that.