Maid duties for my Mistress

What a fabulous evening i had this evening as maid marian. Straight after work over to Mistress Adira's premises and into maid marian. i was allowed a treat this evening, so on my way, into the pizza shop to buy a nice hot beautiful pizza. i then drove to Mistress' place and waited till it was time for me to arrive at 5.30pm. There is only one way to eat pizza - piping hot so that it burns the roof of your mouth and it must all be eaten in such a quick time! Here i had a pizza in my possession for 30 minutes and had not eaten any - what was going on!

Driving to Mistress' place i wondered was i allowed to eat some pizza while nice and hot on the way to Her place. i decided that Mistress Adira wanted me to eat my treat in Her presence and i was expected to bring a whole pizza and chose not to eat any on the way. Luckily for me i am sure i made the right choice - arriving at Mistress' place (with a rapidly cooling pizza), i was thinking dinner time before getting dressed and/or hopefully put it in the oven and heat it up back to its steaming hot beautiful existence. To my surprise, there was no order from my Mistress to eat immediately upon my arrival. In fact the opposite for me - it was pizza into the kitchen and dress myself in maid's uniform. After getting dressed, back to Mistress where after 45 minutes since i had purchased a hot beautiful pizza, i was given permission to eat my "treat" off the floor, on my knees. my immediate reaction was how unfair - i had been awarded a "treat" but not really was it a treat any longer.

However i quickly found that eating cold pizza off the floor kneeling before your Goddess is the greatest treat a slave can be afforded - it is slave heaven to be treated in such a humiliating and degrading manner. As i had my first mouthful of cold pizza, Mistress' cock became aroused and with each mouthful Her cock became bigger and bigger and bigger until by the time i was on my second slice of muck (sorry cold pizza), Mistress' cock was fully erect. Luckily for me Mistress Adira could not see how excited i was because Her cock was well and truly hidden by my beautiful petticoat. After my second piece of pizza, Mistress inquired how my cold pizza was and i replied "not bad Mistress"...well it wasn't bad Mistress...it was disgusting...it was so disgusting that it was beautiful for a slave. There is something special about a slave having to eat its food cold, or much later than when at its prime, and off the floor. Eating my fifth piece of cold pizza, Mistress's cock was still huge and it was not going to disappear. This was not a two minute quick excitement, this was a full-on adrenalin rush for me. Eating my seventh and eigth pieces - what can i say? It was like 'clug'. Hard to describe what cold pizza is like. Edible yes, tasty no! i then had to wait another 45 minutes to eat my final half peice of pizza and that was utterly disgusting but Mistress Adira wanted to make sure that Her slave enjoyed and ate all of its treat - and that he did! How could cold pizza be a treat? Well until tonight i would have said no way, but not anymore. Perhaps eating pizza or any type of food cold is the only way food should be eaten by a slave.

At around 6.00pm the door needed to be opened - maid marian was ordered to open the door. Whilst Mistress was expecting Her visitor - She could not know it was him - my heart began to beat faster, hoping that it was going to be who She was expecting to be standing at the door. Luckily for me it was and maid marian invited him in. maid marian then stood motionless, not moving a muscle until Mistress' guest left about 45 minutes later (possibly but i am not sure). maid marian did remain steady - rock solid throughout which was what she was expected to do. After all, i am not allowed to move until ordered to by Mistress. Mistress then allowed me to watch the remainder of the US version of So You Think You Can Dance and luckily for me i was allowed the privilege of sitting on the lounge chair - a treat and a privilege all in one night - no wonder i was having a great night.

Whilst watching SYTYCD i tried to maintain my feminine posture/etiquette - knees together - i lasted quite well for a while but soon my feet were beginning to ache. The more my feet ached the less and less i was able to maintain correct feminine etiquette - knees became spread, ankles separated and began to scratch & fidget but soon i did not care - my feet were killing me. i had no idea how long i had been wearing my heels - not knowing how long i was going to be required to keep wearing them. i thought about asking permission to remove my heels, not once but a hundred times - but without knowing exactly how long i had been wearing heels - would i be pathetic and embarrassed to find i had only been wearing heels for 1 hour or so? If i knew the time i could know if i could ask - but no way i could look at the clock. Somehow my feet got used to the pain and it became tolerable (just) and when SYTYCD finished, it was into the kitchen to wash some dishes. Finally i hear the words i have been craving - "you may get changed maid marian". i look at the clock on the wall as i pass - 8.45pm - i have been wearing 4" heels for 3 hours - no wonder my feet were killing me! Who would have thought eating cold pizza and wearing 4" heels as a maid could be so exciting!