Making of Bambi Ch. 08 - Sex Stories

Making of Bambi Ch. 08

... fingered the pendant around my neck. "Pussy," I read it out to myself, the word in stylised cursive and suspended from a delicate chain around my neck. It was yet another reminder of what I could never get again but was effectively.

Walking over to the porcelain bowl, I pulled down my panties and lifted the hem of my babydoll and sat down. Keeping my legs together, I emptied my bladder before wiping. Then I took out the same enema kit that I had been using for the last year and filled it with water for my morning cleanse. Once done, I showered and dried off, blowing my hair and putting on light make up and underwear. About my underwear. All my underwear were all intentionally chosen not for comfort but to be as slutty as possible. I had initially complained about having a string between my cheeks but I'd come to realise that that was probably the softest and most comfortable thing that was between my cheeks. Then I put on my maid outfit which was a simple maroon dress that came down to my knees with short sleeves and a white apron tied around my waist. This was finished off with a black pair of sneakers.

This was by far the most modest outfit I had because I was working as a chambermaid at a nearby hotel. Mistress Charlotte had gone to great lengths to erase Daniel from the face of this earth, and replace him with Bambi, and while Daniel had a degree in finance, Bambi only had a high school diploma which only allowed her to take on minimum wage jobs. Worse still, ...

... because I had gotten this job thanks to my boyfriend Carlos, who was the operations manager and I reported to him.

Once I was done, I opened the door to my room and made my way to the kitchen. Oh yes, the door to my room could only be locked from the outside which meant that Mistress Charlotte or anyone else could enter my room at any time or keep me locked inside because she reasoned that as her sissy maid, I did not need any kind of privacy. In the kitchen, I started the coffee machine for Mistress Charlotte, and prepared her breakfast before leaving for work.

Walking to the hotel was always an exercise in ignoring people, as well as a morning exercise. I would get catcalls or whistles from the homeless or the hoodlums that hung out along the streets on my 5 block walk from Mistress Charlotte's house to the hotel. At the hotel I would enter by the employees' entrance, store my things in the locker and start cleaning rooms for the next 8 hours before returning home.

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The door bell buzzed. "Get the door, maid," Mistress Charlotte said loudly from the living room. Mincing my way over to the door, I opened it and let out a gasp of surprise.

"Hi babe," said Carlos, pulling me in for a kiss which I reciprocated. "You look great! Is Charlotte in?"

"In here," came Charlotte's from the living room. I brought Carlos to the living room.

"Hi Charlotte," said Carlos as he handed her a bottle of wine. "Got you a bottle to celebrate your new sissy! Which I'm very happy ...