French Maid Phone Sex Fantasy – Holly’s Kinky New Job Part I

Have you ever gone through a break-up where you’re living together and then end up answering an ad for a french maid phone sex fantasy?  When you move in it’s like that honeymoon period. You want to believe that it will be forever. What you want to believe is your complete transparency is reciprocated. Later on down the line, you realize that you were open and honest, but they were not. I found myself in a situation where I had given up my career only to lose my house and home later. I was desperate. Also, I needed a place to live and to earn money again. 

I showed up at the address for the french handmaiden daydream job promptly at 10 am in jeans, a t-shirt, and my car packed with all my earthly belongings. No matter what, I was ready to scrub the bathroom tiles with a toothbrush if necessary. Mr. Smith answered the door. Surprisingly, he was younger than I expected and quite handsome. He gave me a long appraising look and said, “You must be Holly.”

“Yes.” I responded with a smile trying to impress him.

“Well, Holly, come in and let’s get started with your new french maid job. Follow me.” I quickly followed him. He went to the guest room and pointed out the clothing on the bed. Then he said, “I will expect you to be dressed in the proper attire tomorrow when you arrive. Go ahead and change, then meet me in the kitchen.” He then turned around and left for me to change into my uniform. Laying on the bed was a classic ‘french maid’ uniform complete with garters, thigh-high fishnet stockings, push-up bra, thong, and even 6″ spike-heeled pumps.

I wasn’t sure what to do.

Did he really expect me to wear this outfit for his french chambermaid vision even down to the underwear and those ridiculous shoes? In such a tight-fitting, short dress and high-heeled shoes, I know how was going to get any work done? I hesitated and I heard him say from down the hall, “Holly, I am waiting. Let’s not waste precious time.” So, I changed into my new uniform and teetering a bit on the high-heels, walked back to the kitchen.

“Very good, Holly, you look exactly like my french maid fantasy girl.” proclaimed Mr. Smith. I stood there pondering what he meant by fantasy girl, I then said, “Where are the cleaning supplies?” He chuckled for a moment. He then replied, “They’re under the sink, of course.” Well, I tried to squat down to get them and he said, “Oh, no Holly, that won’t do. You’ll never get to them that way in that dress. You will need to bend over at the waist.” I must’ve blushed because he chuckled again and stood there watching me. So, I bent over at the waist with the very short skirt rising up and exposing my nearly bare ass for his viewing pleasure. When he chuckled again and said, “Nice, very nice Holly.”

It was extremely humiliating.

I straightened-up with the bucket and cleaning supplies with a bit of shame at being this french handmaiden daydream dolly. “Mr. Smith, I have no idea how I am going to be able to clean very well in this restricting outfit and these shoes.” He let a big laugh and said, “Holly, do you honestly think that I actually want you here to clean my house? Please, I’m not paying $2,000 a week plus room and board for you to simply clean my house. You’re not that naïve, are you?” I didn’t know how to respond. He continued, “I can see by the look on your face that you don’t understand, do you?” I managed to mumble, “No Sir.”

“Well, I specifically requested a sexy, submissive blonde french chambermaid vision in her early thirties. Would you like to keep your new job, Holly?” What could I do? I desperately needed a job and even more desperately, I needed a place to live. So, I said, “Yes, Sir.”

“Good french maid fantasy girl. Now that we’ve got that all settled. Put that bucket back exactly how you got it, nice and slow.” I did as instructed and walked over to the sink and slowly bent over putting the cleaning supplies away. I stood in front of him again and he said, “Now, let’s get started with what you’re really here for. Get down on your knees and unzip my pants.”