6: Maids
At that moment, Maid arrived. Following behind her, rather unsteady on the towering platform heels, was her near-identical twin. Jane was wearing the same outfit, from the shoes and the maid's dress up to the 'Maid' collar and the white mask with the Cupid’s bow lips. She was maybe two centimetres shorter but otherwise hard to tell apart from Maid. “Wow,” Steve exclaimed. “You look amazing - both of you!” he added as Maid gave him a look which even through the latex mask was withering. Jane gave a twirl and a small curtsy, obviously delighted with the outfit.
“OK, Maid One and Maid Two,” said Steve, looking at each in turn. “Two maids should make lunch go very smoothly. We'll eat in the kitchen,” and he ushered them back along the corridor. The kitchen had a large eating area, with a glass dining table and eight chairs. The table was laid for one. Steve showed Jennifer to a chair, while Maid One took Maid Two into the other half of the kitchen and started showing her where everything was. Soon Maid Two tottered over and laid a second place at the table, in front of Jennifer. Steve sat down and they chatted as the maids prepared lunch. With both women unable to speak, the only sounds coming from the kitchen were of plates and cutlery being used, accompanied by the constant tapping of their heels as they moved from counter to fridge to sink. Soon they started bringing food to the table; cold meats, salad, bread and olives. Jennifer realised she was quite hungry. She wondered if Jane was too, but there was no way she could join in the meal in her current outfit!
Jennifer and Steve tucked in whilst the maids busied themselves. Jennifer was just thinking how well organised things were, when Maid Two turned round and bumped into Maid One, spilling the jug of salad dressing she was carrying down the front of her black maid's dress. The dressing oozed slowly down and dripped from the ruffles of her skirt onto the floor. Maid One looked down at her dress, then at Maid Two. She reached out and took the jug, then slowly and carefully tipped it over Maid Two's head. Maid Two shivered visibly, trying vainly to wipe the gunk from her face with her rubber-gloved hands. The two maids stood looking at each other for several seconds, then simultaneously reached for each other and began spreading the oily dressing over each other. With the dressing dripping onto the tiled floor they soon lost their footing and fell down, rolling around in the slippery mess completely entangled with one another. It was soon obvious to Jennifer that this was only a play fight; in fact it resembled more of an orgy as the maids' slippery hands explored each other increasingly intimately, They writhed on the floor, shiny black and white limbs coiled round each other, backs arching as if to make themselves as available and accessible to the other. They groaned and sighed in unison, becoming louder and more excited. Just as it seemed to Jennifer that they were approaching climax, Steve intervened.
“That is ENOUGH!” he shouted, loudly and sternly enough that both maids immediately disentangled from one another. Shakily they both got to their feet and stood meekly next to one another in a pool of salad oil, pathetically straightening their filthy uniforms. Steve paced up and down in front of them looking very angry, but the brief glance he gave Jennifer revealed a glint in his eye which made her wonder whether 'misbehaviour' like this was a regular part of Steve and Miranda's games. “Both of you get cleaned up, then you can come back and tidy up this mess,” Steve ordered. Maid One, her head hanging meekly, turned and tottered out of the kitchen, taking Maid Two's hand and leading her out. Steve followed them and Jennifer tagged along, leaving the kitchen just in time to see the two maids turn into another room further along the corridor.
When she got there Jennifer found a large, white tiled room. At one end was a walk-in shower, easily large enough for several people, with multiple shower heads and nozzles. Maid One was turning them on, then she and Maid Two stepped in. There was a large soap dispenser on the wall, and Maid One took two large squirts onto her hands and began soaping herself. Maid Two followed suit, rubbing the soap onto Maid one. Soon they were both rubbing each other sensuously and moaning softly, obviously intent on reaching the climax they had been denied in the kitchen. Steve watched this with evident amusement, and let them continue until almost in unison they screamed with release. Having let them have their fun however Steve wasn't going to let them get away unpunished. Pressing a panel in the wall he revealed a small cupboard with a faucet and coil of hose. He pulled it out and handed the end of the hose to Jennifer. The hose was slick black rubber, and on the end was a spray nozzle and trigger. Steve turned off the shower and indicated to the still soapy maids to come out. When Maid one saw the hose she winced visibly; Miranda knew what was coming next. Steve turned on the hose and pulled the trigger, directing a strong jet of cold water at the soapy, rubber clad women. They squealed and shrieked, vainly trying to shield themselves from the powerful spray which almost pinned them back against the glass wall of the shower. Steve played the hose back and forth across the two maids as they huddled together for protection and tried in vain to shield themselves from the cold water with their hands. Soon they were soap-free and Steve decided they'd had enough punishment; he shut off the hose and Jennifer hurried forward with two thick fluffy towels to help the shivering maids dry themselves and warm up, which they gratefully accepted.
“Dry yourselves off, then get changed and tidy up that mess!” Steve ordered. As soon as she had dried herself Miranda flounced out of the bathroom, shooting Steve another piercing glare as she passed him. “I guess that game is over!” Steve said with a smile. Turning to Jane, dry but still hugging herself in the warm towel, he said "Actually, let's get you measured first". Jane looked quizzically at him, then at Jennifer, who smiled and started helping her out of her still damp latex outfit. She peeled the black maids dress off her, admiring the creamy white statue it revealed. Looking closely at the suit she found a thin white zipper which ran from below the nape of Jane's neck to the small of her back. Unzipping it opened the suit just enough for Jane to pull the hood forward and slide her head out. She shook her damp, tousled hair, then with Jennifer’s help pulled the suit down her body. The sleeves rolled down her arms as they pulled them down, reluctantly relinquishing her hands with a rubbery snap. Soon the suit was in a pile on the floor, and Jane was wrapped in a white towelling robe.
Steve led them to the scanning room, Jane wearing the towelling robe and towelling dry her short blonde hair. Steve instructed her to stand on the footprints just as Jennifer had, and soon a 3-D wireframe of Jane was rotating slowly on one of the computer screens. Jane looked quizzically to Jennifer, who shrugged to indicate she too was unclear what purpose Steve intended to put this newly generated data to. When he was finished at the computer the three of them walked back to the kitchen.
Miranda was waiting for them, leaning against the kitchen counter. She was covered head to toe in flame-red rubber. The catsuit ran seamlessly from the patent red platform heels on her feet to the hood that framed her face, with a transparent rubber front panel with eye, nostril and mouth holes. Her lips were glossy with matching lipstick and forced into a pout by the tight mouth opening. By her side was a mop and bucket, but she had not made any attempt to clean up the mess on the floor. In her hand she held some limp folds of black rubber.
“There you are, Maid!” she exclaimed as they walked in, and threw the black rubber to Jane, who caught it and unfolded it to reveal a black rubber apron. “Put that on and get cleaning” Miranda ordered. Jennifer was stunned that Miranda would speak to her friend like that, but even more surprised as without a word Jane took off her bathrobe, put it carefully over the back of a stool at the breakfast bar and fastened the apron around her naked body. She shivered as the cool latex touched her, but did not make a sound. The apron barely covered her breasts as she looped the ribbons behind her back and tied them in a bow at the front. The black skirt of the apron didn't meet at the back, leaving her backside exposed and contrasting wonderfully with her lightly tanned skin. Taking the bucket and a sponge she knelt down and began carefully cleaning the floor. With a smile on her face Miranda strode over to answer Jennifer and Steve's obvious questions. “When we were dressing her all she talked about was how much she loved the idea of being the maid” Miranda explained, “so I told her if that's what she wanted we could oblige. I think she'll make a wonderful slave”. Steve nodded in agreement. Jennifer wasn't so sure; she hadn't known Jane very long, but she had the impression Jane was too strong-minded to endure a subservient role for very long. However she couldn't deny what she saw in front of her; a scantily clad Jane on her hands and knees, doing household chores in submissive silence. How this developed would be interesting to watch!
Before long Jane had finished cleaning the floor, emptied and rinsed the bucket and tidied away the lunch things, under strict command from Miranda and all the while with her head bowed meekly. In fact Jennifer could see her whole body language had changed; her formerly confident manner replaced by a meek deference. Once the kitchen was tidy Miranda ordered her to hang the apron in a side cupboard then follow her to “come and get dressed”. Jane picked up the towelling robe but did not put it on, unashamedly following her mistress out of the room completely naked.
While they waited for Miranda and Jane to return, Steve continued the tour. Accessed from the kitchen was a wide veranda, with spectacular views over the valley. At one end of the veranda was a hot-tub. Back inside the house the corridor to the left of the kitchen led to more bedrooms, a further bathroom and doors which Steve simply described as 'storage'. Throughout the tour pictures on the wall, glimpses of clothing and bedding and various accessories kept Jennifer in no doubt that the owners of this house lived for - and in - latex. Steve told her that his background was in electrical engineering, but a couple of lucrative patents early in his career had meant he was financially secure and able to devote more and more time to his hobbies; latex clothing and the associated lifestyle.