I felt like I had been asleep forever. The bed was so cozy and soft, and it was nice to feel someone’s body heat from behind, keeping me warm. I spent the entire night waking up slowly to my own lust and falling asleep again. Constantly waking up and drifting back to sleep. Muzzily, I woke up to the sensation of rolling over onto my stomach, I tried to move my hands out to stop it but they couldn’t move very well, like they were linked together. My wrists felt fuzzy. I pondered on that briefly before my eyes snapped open.

Smack, my behind stung from the first hit and it was followed quickly by more. Frantically I remembered the events of the previous day; somehow I had just hoped it was some kind of nightmare. I saw myself in the mirror, lying across her lap at the edge of her bed in a sheer baby doll with fluffy trim and black panties. With one hand she held the chain connecting the leopard print hand cuffs fastened around my wrists by the chain to prevent me from escaping. The other hand was spanking my bottom through my black satin panties. My slim hairless body squirming, trying to get away while my fake breasts bounced with every swat. I opened my mouth to protest, question…. anything; but before I made such a mistake I remembered the consequences if I spoke English in her presence. So I simply lay there, wincing and mewling underneath her hand until she was finished. When she finished, Mistress sat me up onto her lap and hugged me close to her chest. I hadn’t realized it at the time, but the struggling on her lap and the resulting friction in my panties had me quite aroused.

“Do you know why I spanked you?” She asked, her first words to me that day.

“Non… Madame”

“You silly girl,” she laughed, barely missing a beat. “What kind of maid doesn’t wake up early to serve her mistress breakfast in bed? I shouldn’t have to remind you to do these things. Now hop down to the kitchen for me and make me something, and when I’m done we can get you dressed for your chores today.” She then released me, stood up and dusted her pajama pants off. As I walked to the door, she called out to me.

“Don’t forget your shoes,” she pointed to the black, high heeled sandals with tufts of marabou on them from the previous day. I slipped them on, after wearing stiletto heels for an almost an entire day yesterday, the shoes felt much more natural.

“Oh! And of course. Good morning Yvette!”

The hallway was still as messy as before, navigating it in heels with a freshly spanked bottom was unpleasant, but I was used to it now and at least I wasn’t wearing a corset. The kitchen was as clean as I had left it the previous night, and rummaging through the pantry revealed it to be better stocked than I thought. Breakfast isn’t hard to make so I made toast, a glass of orange juice and a bowl of cereal. I couldn’t be sure what time Madame would give me to eat so I simply made extra and ate while I prepared. I put it on the silver tray from before and brought what I had upstairs. Madame was still wearing her bedclothes and was lounging in bed under the covers as if she had never gotten up. When I entered the room she perked up instantly.

“Oh Yvette! Breakfast in bed? You shouldn’t have!” she exclaimed and clasped her hands together excitedly. I tottered over and set the tray on her lap, bending at the waist as she had instructed me. I wasn’t sure if her eyes were watching the tray or my fake cleavage as I bent over but I could feel myself blushing anyway.

“Yvette?”

“Oui Madame?”

“Please go take a shower while I dine, I’ll have someone work for you to do soon.”

“Oui, oui Madame” I chirped and while I was leaving she called out.

“And remember Yvette, in America, ladies wrap themselves in a towel to stay decent when the leave the shower. They don’t just go traipsing about the home with their breasts for everyone to see.”

“Oui, oui Madame” I replied. She even wants me to shower like a girl. I undressed in the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror, if it weren’t for what was hanging so plainly between my legs I’d pass for a girl with a tomboyish streak. I ran my hands up and down my legs, the Nair had still left them smooth and soft. I looked down as I turned on the water for the shower. Over the noise of the running water and behind the closed door, there was no way she could see or hear me. My hand strayed to cup my aching sex, but still… what if she did find out, somehow? I’d lose everything; my friends, my family’s respect, what little reputation I had. To risk it all didn’t seem like a good idea. Yet it wasn’t just that. The idea of making her so unhappy with me, so angry with me just didn’t feel right. I shook my head, this was insanity! I’m not supposed to be empathizing with her. Kidnapping victims get Stockholm syndrome, not blackmail victims. That can’t happen. So that meant I… no, that couldn’t be true. It wasn’t true.

I took one of the quickest showers of my life, scrubbing myself furiously, trying to clear my head. I left the shower quite flushed with my skin scrubbed a rosy pink as a result. Drying off and wrapping a coral pink towel about my chest, it barely went past my mid-thigh. I returned to the Madame’s room where she had fully dressed. She was putting down the receiver for the phone as I entered.

“Of course I remembered Daddy, I’ll take care of it. I love you too, bye” she hung up then looked me over with hungry eyes.

“Yvette, how do you feel about gardening?”