Caption: If The Shoe Fits

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Caption: Gold Digger

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Story: The New Regime

THE NEW REGIME
By Tcheser

The Servile Revolution was celebrating its five year anniversary when Marta was made house manager to the first citizen. The tales of her rather miserable existence as a sweat shop worker prior to the revolution had made her most desirable to his administration and offered the position she humbly accepted it vowing to do everything she could for the downtrodden and oppressed.

The position of house manager was similar to that of chief of staff during the old regime of course, but it wasn't what one would call a glamorous position, as its trappings were much different. Glamour was not something one ran across much anymore and any small amount of glamour the positions had held in the past was now gone completely. Still Marta seemed to go about it with great pride and vigor.

Among her duties was that of filling all the senior level house staff positions which were vacant. To this end she lined up a number of candidates for each empty position and additional ones which she would assign support positions. This was an important duty as it was vital that they only had the right types in positions of authority lest the corruption and decadence of old reassert itself or so the party kept saying.

So it was strange that one of the first people she interviewed for one of these open positions turned out to be someone who wasn't quite who they claimed. Marta was fairly certain of it. She went by the name of Carmen Sanchez, but she imagined that before the revolution she had gone by a very different name. Rather than reveal right away that she saw through her ruse, Marta instead went on with the interview as if she had no suspicions, she thought that was the best way to approach things. Perhaps she should have called security, but she didn't.

Story: On The Run

ON THE RUN
By Tcheser

The doors to my establishment opened with a jingle that roused me from my daze. A customer I thought happily. Coming around the corner from the back office into the outer office which served and looked like a pawn shop I saw the customer. Now I'm not one to gawk but this woman was something else. The young woman was tall like a model, but not a waif like most were. Her hair was long and golden and her face as beautiful as a movie star's. She wore a rather sexy long black gown, which hugged her slim figure like a lover, with a long slit up her left thigh. Her long elegant legs were clad in sheer black silk stockings. Her jewelry was expensive but not ostentatious. She wore Gold earrings at her ear lobes, gold necklaces around her neck and gold bracelets around her slender wrists. Finally she was perched on extravagantly high stiletto black patent heels which gave her
beautiful calves and ass the perfect boost. Her plunging neckline revealed nicely firm and generous breasts.

I began to say hello and ask how I could help when she stopped me rather rudely with a hand gesture. She then said she knew I did more then run a pawn shop and she needed assistance in that department. She was right about that. I did run another business out of the store. In addition to acting as a pawnbroker I also helped people in trouble. I helped by making them disappear. I didn't let on right away that she was correct though. She could be a cop or worse after all.

I asked her how she found out about me. She replied that a friend of a friend of hers named Gina Dawson availed herself of my services to escape a vengeful ex-husband. Seeing as she could have only really heard about that from Gina I let down my guard a bit and invited her into the back office. She nodded and walked into the back like she owned the place. Shrugging I put the closed sign up and then hurried after her.

Caption: Triple Swap

Caption: Amanda

Caption: Mistress to Maid

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Story: Mistress to Maid

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As the lady of the house summoned her for ‘correction’, Wendy had to think back on the fateful choice she had made which led to this being her life. At the time switching bodies with her 18 year old maid Maria had seemed a wonderful idea. In hindsight though she probably should have given it more thought. Sure she had Maria's great body and was 15 years younger, but at what cost?

After the switch, Maria now in Wendy's body, refused to honor the verbal agreement they had made beforehand where she promised that she would transfer half of Wendy's wealthy estate to her maid. This left Wendy trapped in Maria's body, penniless and totally dependent on her former maid. She now had to bow and scrape before her new mistress who decided to go by Gwendolyn as she felt it fit her new role better.

Wendy was also certain that her new mistress held a grudge against her for the way she had treated her in the past, when the shoe was on the other foot so to say. Though Wendy could not recall ever being anywhere near as harsh or demanding as Gwendolyn.

She had to obey every wish her former maid uttered, no matter how frivolous or inane, and quickly or she would be punished. Typically this was done with a humiliating hand spanking over Gwendolyn’s knee, but sometimes a riding crop or other implements were employed and it was done even if they had visitors. Neighbors who she had once counted as friends, saw her bare bottom warmed more than once without ever realizing who was really on the receiving end. They just chuckled and made comments about how hard it was to find good help these days.

She was also worked quite hard. She was always on call, seven days a week, 24 hours a day. Rather than staying in any of the servants rooms, she was made to sleep on the floor at the foot of her Gwendolyn’s bed, so she would be available even in the middle of the night. Worse still, when Wendy had been in charge she had kept a staff of three, but Gwendolyn however determined a staff that size was unnecessary. She let the others go and had Wendy do their work as well. So in addition to her duties as a maid, she was also now the cook and the laundress. It was unfair, but Wendy could hardly complain, it would get her nowhere.

The modest uniform Wendy had provided for her maids to wear was replaced with a skimpy little fetish maids outfit and high heels, which were required to be worn at all times. This made her already onerous duties more difficult and trips beyond the grounds an exercise in mortification, no matter how cute her new mistress said she looked. Truly she should have given such a weighty decision more consideration.