MRS. MURRAY'S MAID
By Vivianne
Eight Years Later


(A TRUE STORY)

I could not have imagined feeling as confused as I was by the time I entered
the large department store early that afternoon with the sales representative
who worked for me at that time. Marisa wanted to pick out a few things while
we had some time to kill and so we decided to enter the largest department
store in the city and give ourselves at least an hour to get some shopping
finished before the Holidays. The place was a madhouse due to the seasonal
Christmas shopping that was taking place and the preparations for the Holiday
parade. While she went about her searches in the dress department, I started
to wander around and decided to check out the Shoe department in search of a
present for Marisa who I had acutally begun dating almost a year ago. We kept
it fairly quiet for a good while until Mrs. Broderick who was the
admonistrator of our company caught us together in a seedy bar one night after
work. Mrs. Broderick wasn't frequenting this Bar but had stumbled into the two
of us after we had just staggered out of the side street door of the
establishment in a more or less intoxcated state. It turned out that Mrs.
Broderick lived several blocks away in her town house which was not too far
from the Bar where we had been. Mrs. Broderick nearly knocked me over, not
seeing me and although we had attempted to compose ourselves at the time it
was too, too Late. It seemed that Marisa had not realized whom we had bumped
into and began cussing the large woman verbally and very loudly causing
Mrs.Broderick,(Who we didn't realize that it was her at that time), who had
begun Slapping and Bitch Slappling both Marisa and Me about the dark sidewalk
back and forth for over five minutes until we were both lying in a heap
together at her feet, when she stepped up to the two of us and after pulling
me up by my hair, punched me several times so forcefully that she nearly
knocked me out cold. But once Mrs. Broderick realized who it was she was
punching and how she had beaten us she stepped back gaping down at us as we
lay groaning and sprawn out together once more on the damp, filthy
sidewalk!---Mrs. Broderick then merely uttered a couple of profanities to
herself and started to stomp away in her stylish Boots which I had noticed
while I was lying there eye level to them. We were both pretty Shocked and
hurting by her unexpected assault on the two of us and I was already in tears
from the punching about the face she had given me since; as a matter of fact I
had actually gotten the worst of her assault which led me to lose my composure
and begin crying which I later became ashamed of in front of Marisa who kept
looking at me in a wierd way for some time after as we made our way back to
her apartment where quite a few tears continued to flow from my bruised
face!---Marisa was surprised at my reaction and the only explaination for the
tears was the memory of what I had endured years before from the woman who had
given me cause to fear women and who had convinced me to keep my distance from
any woman during any sort of confrontation. I tried to explain myself to
Marisa who seemed began looking at me with strange and curious expression
until we arrived at her apartment about thiry minutes later that night.

Marisa began to inquire about me over and over until I finally gave in and
told her about certain things that happened to me in the past and I finally
volunteered my experiences with my neighbor then. I didn't tell her a lot
about Mrs. Murray, nor did I let her know about Mrs. Murray's Daughters and
the times she made me spend with her lady friends. But I was willing to let
her know that I had been continually man handled by Mrs. Murray, and I had to
admit to her how embarrased I felt about why I had to tell her about it and
even more since Mrs. Murray was a much slighter, smaller and more slender than
most women, and much older than myself or Mrs. Broderick for that matter! It
was so embarassing for me to let her in on what happened to me at Mrs.
Murray's, and especially for what she had been able to do to me. Marisa could
hardly believe her ears as I related some how I had been Turned into Her Maid
by force at first and later by willfully capitualating to her whims and
directions!----I had to alude to the Way She had Transformed me into first
Panties and then soon into Nylons, as I was forced Step by step into her
Service by the route of many Beatings and Bitch Slappings and Ass Kickings
until I had undergone and completed a year long training period and ultimately
accepting my Role as her Devoted Maid!---I confessed to Mrs. Murray by them
that it was evident to me as it had been to her from the first moment that she
had laid eyes on me, that my Destiny was to become her full time Maid. I
dutifully allowed myself to be subjected to her guidence form that point on
for a good number of years until she moved far away to another State!-----Once
I confessed that to Marisa that I had in fact allowed myself to become Mrs.
Murray's Maid!----Marisa lost her control, told me I was a Wimp and Vowed to
walk right out at the time.

But Strangely Marisa did no such thing. In fact Marisa began to change her
attitude toward me from that day on and would often grin at me for no apperant
reason and often she would mock and tease me, especially in front of others,
calling me Sissy or Claudette!---Provoking derisive laughes from friends and
strangers at my expense!-----

From that fateful night on, she began to treat me with a mocking and Cocky
attitude!----Saying things such as!----"My Little Sissy!--Whose Afraid Of Old
Mrs. Murray!"------I tried to convince Marisa that I had been done with all of
that, and her, years ago, and that I hadn't seen nor had I heard from Mrs.
Murray, nor either of her Daughters, nor any of her friends for over eight
years now. I told her that it was a wierd and strange time for me and that I
had overcome my experience and my Fear of her and that I certainly was not a
Sissy. She knew how I ran things around the office and laid down the law and
how the men never challenged me and how the women looked up to me. I knew that
Marisa was attracted to my masculinity and I let her know in no uncertain
temrs that nothing like this would never ever happen to me!!---Ever Again.

I found myself wandering throuhg of all places, while Marisa was doing her own
shopping , right in the middle of one of my favorite shopping
departments!--------The Lingerie department!-----As I moved about sheepishly
admiring the many colorfull items including some really Hot Looking Panties
and Garter Belts!----I turned and walked right into the middle of the Tall
Nylons Stocking Racks. the asortment gave me pause and I noticed that the
Racks held an additional assorment of what was advertised AS!------ViNTAGE
NYLONS!---CUBAN HEELED STOCKINGS!-----I stopped short!---these items Brought
Me Back eight years Suddenly!---How could I forget impact of what I had become
so familiar with during my tutilidge under Mrs. Murray's Guidence!---I stood
frozen and at a loss for Words for several seconds until!------"Sir? Is There
Something That I Can Help You With?-----Or Show You?----PERHAPS?"-----The last
word had a strong almost repremanding tone to it!---I turned, a little bit
tentatively and found myself looking up to a fairly tall and Robust Woman with
what must have been once Orange Red in Color, but was now obviously colored.
Nonethe less, she was an attractive woman for her age and from my judgement
about sixty years old. She had on a tailored grey oin stripe suit that came
down to just above her knees and I quickly marveled at the strong appearance
of her legs and the fine looking Hosiery covering them. I have an eye for fine
Hosiery on women from my own experiences and I guess my eyes were focused on
them for a little too long becasue I could see her Towering Black Pencil thin
Heels which had a surprising Lerngth of a Good Six inches in height!---This
lady was cetainly in style in her shoes, and dressed to the
nines!----"Sir?----Is There Something I May Be Of Assistance For You
With?----Perhaps some Of These Nice Nylons?------Perhaps!---For You
Sir?"----She Laughed at her last few words!-----------"THAT WOULD SUIT HER
FINE!"---------Those Word RANG In My EARS!---That VOICE!---So
recognizable!---------Chills began runing right up and Down my spine as I
stood motinless, unable to move or turn around to verify if in fact the voice
was coming from the one person whom I thought it was from. But!---I KNEW
IT!----It had to be-----"HELLO VICTORIA!--------The Tall Redheaded woman had a
weird smile on her face now as she started to step to the side and in her
place stepped the smaller, slender figure of none other than MRS.
MURRAY!-----I Tried!---But I Could NOT SPEAK!--------If there was a hole
nearby, Why I would have crawled into it!------How Long had it been since the
last time I saw Mrs. Murray. She didn't seem to have aged much at all. She
still had that Blank Look on her face!--Deep set Eyes. High Chhek bones Same
medium cut Light Brown Hair!----Brooding eyes and A Turned down sour
expression on her lips!-----"Well!---If You Two Will Excuse Me?---I'll Let You
Both Admire Our Hose!"-----"It's Quite Alright Charlene!----We're Old
Friends!---Besides! Victoria Here Might Need Your Help In a Minute!---I Have
to Be Going In a Minute!----My DAUGHTERS ARE WAITING OUTSIDE!"-------With Lady
Charlene standing there along side of me and the two of us wiating, Mrs.
Murray began fishing around in her small purse and came out with a small
buisness card and handed it to me after she briefly wrote something down on
it. She then wheeled and turned away from me heading out from the section of
Vintage Nylons that both Charlene and I were still standing in.

For at least a minute I stood with my mouth open as I held the card in my
hand!-------"Why Don't You at Least Look At It!---------VICTORIA?"----Charlene
Laughed Lightly as she pointed to the card in my hand!-------I gazed up at her
wide Grin which displayed perfect white teeth. This was a very Gorgeous Older
Woman standing there in front of me, curiosity all over her face!--She was
Waiting!---My Cock Was Growing!---The Familiar Humiliation Was Returning as I
eyed the card closely and Read the inscription!------PICK OUT Two
PAIRS!------NOW!----Calll This Number in Exactly Three Minutes!----Show It To
Charlene!-----Do Not Tell Your Girl Friend!--------Charlene held out her hand
and like the whimp that I was becoming again already, I handed it to
her!---Charlene Bid Me Follow Her!-----We made our way behind a counter
against the far wall as she led me to a small hallway behind the wall that
separated the storage area form the rest of the department store. Soon we were
in a 10x10 foot room with a pile of items and a chair and a desk. As I stepped
in numbly I took notice of the amount of items lying around and the varied
amount of what appeared to be thin boxes obviously containing many of the same
Vintage Nylons I had been standing before outside in the department
store!----"TAKE A SEAT Right THERE!"---The Tall Redhead Barked!-------I could
have gotten up right then and there!---I could have not followed her into the
back of the counter area. I could have ignored this whole event!----I
Dutifully Approached the high backed chair and sat down focusing my eyes
downward directly at the Gleaming, and very attractive Black High Heels this
Marvelous Redhead was Wearing!------"YOU KNOW What You're Going To GET!
NOW!---DON'T YOU Victoria!-----AND IT IS NOT JUST THESE NYLONS HERE!"--------