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Change of Plans 
Part 2


I got in the car and began my trip; it was a good 25 minute drive to her house so I had no time to spare. A couple of mistimed traffic lights, an accident along the way to slow traffic and I wouldn't make it. All I could do was look at the clock and count down to the 30 minute mark. Being at her mercy was a scary thing and I really didn't want to have her come home in a worse mood than now. She has no problem showing me who is in charge and the more painful my lessons the more satisfied she feels. 

I arrived at her house with 3 minutes to spare. I quickly found the hidden key and went to call her on her land line. In disastrous fashion the phone wasn't on the cradle so I frantically looked anywhere I thought it could be I finally found it under a pillow on the couch, probably put there purposely to make me delay in my call. Unfortunately for me it took 7 minutes to find the phone. I knew she wouldn't accept any excuses so I was resigned to be later subjected to more of her punishments for calling late. I dialed her cell phone and waited...nervously for her to pick up. She finally did and after she said "Hello Slave." I replied "Hello Michelle, I am at your house and calling you." She said "Good, glad to hear you are at home now. I have noted your time you called so I can compare it later to your emailed time to see if you made it home when you were told to. Now get upstairs and get changed into your work uniform, there will be a note with instructions there." Click! She hung up on me. For the at least 3rd time today I sat with my mouth agape not knowing how to react.

I put the phone back on the cradle where it belonged and went to head up to put my uniform on. I hated the uniform she made me wear. Not sure uniform would be a proper description; it included a collar with wrist and ankle cuffs. They weren't attached to each other just there in case she needed to restrain me at a moment's notice. Each had a ring on it so she could tie or chain me anytime she needed. Besides these items I was completely naked. I was always cold wearing only wearing this, only the movement of my work and the occasionally beating to warm me. I felt so exposed and vulnerable. I guess I was going to have to get used to that every day now. 

I slowly with great reluctance made my way up the stairs. I was thinking of any possible way out of this. Should I just run? No that would be the worst thing I could do, I had heard what happened to people who ran and didn't finish their sentences. No, I had to finish this so I could one day regain my freedom. More on how I got myself here later. Once I got up to the spare bedroom, where I slept on the weekends, I saw my uniform but it was anything from the normal one I usually wear. It was a maid's uniform, complete with a short black satin dress and frilly white apron, high heel shoes and pantyhose. I was really confused now; she had never made me cross dress before so I wasn't sure this was even for me to wear, inside I knew it was but I was afraid to think that. There was no intention on my part to put this on so I took my cell phone out of my pocket to call her, as much as I feared her I was afraid that this would be a point of no going back. I had to stand up to her, more like beg if needed but I had to find a way out of putting the maid's dress on. Besides the heels were high, I am not sure I could even walk in those without breaking my neck. Just as I found her on speed dial I noticed the note on top of the dress. I put the phone down, figuring it would be in my best interest to read it prior to making the call.

My Dearest Slave,

I know what you are thinking, looking at that maids uniform on the bed. Yes I expect you to wear it. I am kind of hoping you decide not to wear it, to challenge my authority over you. I would love the challenge of showing you that I really am in charge here and that unfortunately for you, my decisions can't be questioned and no matter how humiliating it seems, you must abide by them. So be careful with your decision here. A lot is riding on it. Make the wrong one and things are going from bad to worse for you. Now assuming you make the right choice and decide to wear your new work uniform then you may read on, if you don't, no need to even bother reading this because nothing you do will possibly make up for the anger that will be directed towards you. You might want to consider fleeing, maybe you won't get caught, but I think you know that the chance of escape is very slim.

Ok assuming you have made the correct choice and decided to obey my wishes, I know you will find the uniform is very unbecoming and very humiliating; however from my point of view (the one that counts) I think it shows to anyone around who is exactly in charge. What I want you to do is go into the shower and shave your hair from your legs and chest, which should help some of your embarrassment, I am sure your main humiliation was thinking how would my legs look in that short dress. Hahahaha, Sorry had to laugh at that one. 

Now I will assume that you were pretty close to getting home and calling in a timely manner, with that being the case by the time you finish shaving and dressing it will probably be around 11am. The following is your list of tasks to complete. 

1.	Clean up orange juice spill in family room. (There better be no evidence that it happened).
2.	Clean all bathrooms (completely, including scrubbing tile in shower and grout)
3.	Dust house.
4.	Vacuum carpets.
5.	Clean kitchen, including dishes.
6.	Start Laundry, fold, iron and put away any loads completed. 
7.	Make dinner and set table.

For dinner you will make chicken breasts, mashed potatoes, a vegetable or your choosing, and garlic bread, also I want a salad. There will be three people for dinner so make sure table is set, food is ready to be put on the table and you are on your knees in the foyer right by the front door, when I open the door with my guests the first thing we are to see is you on your knee's in your adorable uniform. At that point we will sit down to eat and you will serve us, while we are eating I expect you standing at attention waiting for instructions to obey. I am telling you this now because I don't want to explain this to you with guests around; I expect it to look like you are well trained and completely obedient. I think your uniform will certainly be a good show of that.

We will be home at 5:30pm so you better get moving. A few last things, first leave your cell phone on in case I need to text you, but I warn you I will check it to make sure you didn't answer it or read a message that weren't from me and second since we are moving in a new direction I don't think it is proper for you to call me Michelle anymore, you should refer to me by Miss Jenson, if you are asked a question yes ma'am or no ma'am would be appropriate. When I have guests I will also require that you don't speak unless spoken to and your answers should be brief and polite. After my guest leave we have a few things to discuss. Your phone and some other things if you have any questions they need to wait for that time. Hopefully I will see you at your proper position when I walk in the door. Third do not even think of calling or texting me to discuss my orders; they are not up for discussion. Fourth work hard and fast my guess is you are new to high heels, they might slow you down, make sure after they are put on your feet they stay there. I am not giving you permission to take them off while you are working. Have fun, I guarantee you I am right now smiling ear to ear.

Michelle


I was distraught after reading this, it's like she can read my mind. I knew a life on the run wouldn't work for me. However I still had a little over 12 years left on my sentence. I really didn't think I could deal with this for 12 years. Then a little glimmer of hope hit me and gave me the small bit of sanity to move on and prepare myself to dress in my new uniform.

End of Part 2
