Mandy was over the moon!

She’d received an invite to Carla’s place for a party! Carla lived in the massive mansion at the top of the hill; she’d always wanted to go there!

After spending ages on picking and buying a gown, she thought she was ready. She really had no idea what she was in for…

She’d arrived shortly after the party started. Carla had hugged her, then started showing her around.

Mandy’s mouth had dropped open, however, when she saw the incredibly ornate dresses that the servants were wearing. She was also amazed by their hoods…

All the servants wore a smoky, semi-transparent hood, made of some shiny material. You could just about see their faces under the hoods, but they couldn’t speak at all. There was also a strange glow at the neckline…

Mandy was captivated by them, and she asked Carla about them.

“We hired most of them for the night”, she said. “The one’s glowing red are on hire, the one’s glowing blue work here full time. Here, let me show you…”

She clicked her fingers; immediately, one of the ‘blue’ servants came over and stood next to her.

“This is Sally”, Carla said. “She’s been with us for five years, now. Sally, display mode.”

Sally immediately stood with her legs slightly apart, arms outstretched, Carla then spent the next minute or so giving Mandy a tour of the uniform.

Mandy couldn’t help it, she just stood there, stunned. The outfit was beautiful!

“Back to work, Sally”, said Carla, finally. Sally disappeared back into the crowd…

Carla left Mandy to enjoy the party. Mandy couldn’t stop thinking about the servants…

While she was walking, she suddenly heard someone raise their voice.

“Girl, your glove is damaged! Go and replace them, immediately!”

One of the servants had split a seam on a glove. She curtsied to the woman that had ordered her, then started heading off down a corridor.

Unable to stop herself, too eager to see more, Mandy followed. She didn’t realise that Carla was watching her, a smile on her face…

As Mandy headed down the corridor after the other servant, Carla was feeding instructions into the house computer…

Mandy held back, slowly watching where the servant was going. She disappeared into a small room at the end of the corridor. Mandy crept up to the door, and peered in.

There was racks and racks of dresses and other parts, many complete sets of uniform. However, some dresses were in black, some were red, and some were a gorgeous dark purple. Mandy gasped.

The servant heard her. To Mandy’s amazement, she came out, took hold of her gently and steered her into the room. She then pointed at one of the purple dresses…

It was obvious what she wanted. She wanted Mandy to try one of them on…

With the servant’s help, Mandy was soon naked and being eagerly dressed in the purple uniform. She had shivered a little as the servant helped her on with the undergarments; there was some fittings built into them that really aroused her. It was then that she realised what everything was made of… it was latex!

Before she knew what was happening, she was dressed as a purple version of one of the servants, only missing the collar and hood.

Suddenly, the house manager walked in.

“Isn’t she ready yet?”, she asked. “Mistress Carla is expecting her. Come on, get her hooded and collared, and send her out!”

Before Mandy knew what was happening, the servant had rammed the hood on her head. Frantically, she went to pull it off.

The servant grabbed her arms and held them behind her. The house manager fitted the collar and locked it. It glowed blue.

Instantly, a voice sounded in Mandy’s ears.

“Go to main hall. Attend Mistress Carla.”

She tried to fight it; the collar shocked her.

“Anybody would think you hadn’t been trained”, the house manager said. “It’s shocking what the school lets out as a pass these days. You know you get shocked if you don’t follow instructions.”

Mandy tried to argue; she was a guest, not a servant! Her hood kept her completely silent, however. Still pleading with the house manager, Mandy had no choice but to slowly walk back to the party and find Carla. This she was able to do easily by the heads-up display on the hood.

In the drawing room, Carla looked up as the purple clad servant walked up to her.

“Ah, good, there you are. I was wondering where my personal attendant had got to.”

She leaned in closer, and whispered, quietly; “I know it’s you, Mandy. I’ve always wanted you, and I always get what I want…”