Bethany was overjoyed.

She had almost given up hope of getting a job. She had applied for jobs fitting her skills to start with, then more varied ones as no offers were forthcoming.

She had been on the third list, jobs she would only apply for if she was desperate…

One of them had got back to her straight away. It sounded like there was some real urgency in the woman’s voice.

“My home help has let me down badly”, she said. “Can you start straight away?”

Grabbing her coat, Bethany shot out of the door…

The woman, Grace Middleton, almost hugged her as she turned up on the doorstep.

“Oh, I’m so glad you could come!”, she said. “This house is too big for me to care for; I’m spending nearly all my time either trying to hold my job down or being a carer, but I hate untidiness.”

Grace gave Bethany a tour.

“You can go anywhere, except for the attic flat”, she said. “That is out of bounds; my daughter lives there, and as she is heavily handicapped, she is unable to cope with anything unfamiliar to her. Any sight of a stranger in her ‘private space’ may tip her over the edge, and I won’t have that.”

“I understand perfectly, Mrs. Middleton”, said Bethany, bowing slightly.

“Please, Bethany, call me Grace”, Grace said. “I’m really hoping we’ll become friends…”

Grace finished the tour with Bethany, and Bethany started straight away, cleaning the kitchen and making Grace a hot drink.

As Grace was cleaning, she was thinking how much she liked being busy again. Grace was watching her, as well…

As Bethany was cleaning, she straightened the bed in the guest room and noticed that a nightdress was lying on it. Puzzled, she looked at it, sure it hadn’t been there before…

She picked it up, folded it and looked for a drawer or cupboard to put it in. Opening a drawer, her mouth dropped open in disbelief…

A beautiful set of maids uniform was there. Feeling it, however, she could tell it was made from latex…

Looking around, almost guiltily, she took it out and looked at it, holding it against her body. It seemed to be in her size. She suddenly had an uncontrollable urge…

Finding all the parts of the uniform in the drawer, including a full-length transparent apron to go over it and keep her neat and tidy, she stripped, and put everything on. As she pulled up the knickers, she gasped; there was plugs built into them!

When she had finished, she walked over to the mirror.

She beheld a vision. Every curve she had was accentuated, even her breasts seemed to be bigger. Also, the way the uniform was making her feel was incredible…

Still, she had a job to do; sadly, she went to take the uniform off.

“Ah, I see you’ve found your uniform, Bethany” came a voice behind her.

Grace was standing there. Bethany’s mouth nearly hit the floor…

Gone was the mild-mannered woman that had met her at the door.

Grace oozed control, power and confidence.

Her latex dress left nothing to the imagination; neither did the long opera gloves that she was wearing, or the knee length boots, visible through a long split in the side of the dress.

“You should really finish your uniform off, though”, Grace said. She walked over and, before Bethany could do anything, she snapped a wide steel collar round her neck.

“There we go”, she said. “Now you can go up to the servants quarters with me.”

Making sure everything was fastened properly, with a few tugs in the appropriate places (causing Bethany to gasp, quietly) Grace, to Bethany’s amazement, attached a leash to the ring on her collar and proceeded to lead her out of the room and up the stairs.

“But you said this was your daughter’s room”, Bethany said.

“It was”, Grace said. “She’s at university, now. She still comes home occasionally. She knows all about me, in fact she encourages it. Where do you think I got it from…?”

Grace unlocked the door, and they entered the room. Bethany heard the clink of chains…

On the floor in the room, kneeling on a mat, was a girl.

She was wrapped from head to foot in a black latex bodysuit, with only her eyes visible. Her bulging cheeks showed she was heavily gagged, and she was also shackled, like a prisoner waiting for transport.

“I told you my home help let me down”, said Grace. “Here she is. I might think about unchaining her if she behaves and begs my forgiveness. I just thought you ought to see what happens if you displease me…”

“By the way, you can’t leave the house, now. The collar you’re wearing will give you a massive shock if you try, as well as the plugs in your knickers. However, if you work well, the rewards from the plugs can be quite amazing.”

She lifted her dress, slightly.

“I’m wearing the same knickers, but mine are set to pleasure only. I can really recommend it…”

Bethany just stared at the other girl, and sobbed…