"Mistress?"
your eyes flutter open to the sight of a dim humanoid profile through a soft brown mesh. light is cascading through drawn curtains, and for a moment you squeeze your eyes shut again to ward off the sudden brightness.
"uuuuhhhhh...."
"Mistress....are you alright?"
your head pounds, and your whole body seems to be tingling all over.....what happened last night?
slowly, weakly, you open your eyes again as you force yourself to sit up. the mesh falls away, revealing the concerned face of a young woman in a stylish maids outfit, black dress with puffy sleeves, white apron and stockings and black heels. her freckled cheeks frame a pair of aqua blue eyes, and her chestnut hair falls about her shoulders in stylized waves from an absurdly small headpiece that is as much pinned on as it is sitting on her head. a smile crosses her face as you awaken.
"good morning mistress!" she says brightly, straightening up and smoothing her thigh-length skirt. you find your eyes drawn to her legs, clad in creamy white tights, despite yourself.
"i trust last night's costume party was most entertaining, Mistress?" the maid says. your eyes go back to her face as confusion washes over you.
"entertaining?"
the maid giggles for a moment, before turning and picking up a blue high-heeled shoe off the floor and pondering it.
"considering you fell asleep before you could even finish taking your costume off. and all those pantyhose... I mean, mistress, i know about your habit of sleeping in pantyhose, but this seems a bit extreme, no?"
costume? pantyhose?
you finally look down at yourself, gazing down over a pair of modest but pushed-up B-cup breasts, both of which are currently encompassed in a slightly mussed Blue satin Bodice. below them, over a tight stomach, a pair of long legs, perfectly rounded and tipped with perfectly petite feet, extend from the bodice, at this moment encased in a pair of sheer black pantyhose. scattered over the bed and draped over you here and there are what appear to be at least a dozen pairs of sheer pantyhose in a variety of colors: the pair that had covered your face are hanging off your breasts like some farcical drapes.
"geez...." is all you can say. the Maid giggles at your response.
"it seems your guests were no better off. surely you could have at least offered them the bed, Mistress Emmy?"
Mistress...Emmy! right, right your name is Emmy.
wait...Friends?
you turn your head to the right, where, sprawled on a couch as victorian as your bedroom and wrapped in each others arms lie Britney, her fire-red hair sprawled and mingling with the raven hair of Amber. both girls are clad in costumes similar to your own, Britney's red, Amber's black, with long legs clad in smokey brown Pantyhose and Coal-black Opaque tights, respectively.
the Night comes thundering back to you at that moment: the costume party, the arrival of the Varsity club, Gordon spiking the punch bowl.....
"i dunno..." you say, for some reason you can't imagine right now "I don't think Daddy would have approved if he'd seen all three of us...enmeshed, like that."
the Maid, Giselle, can't help but laugh out loud at that, and you feel a smile cross your lips. Giselle often serves as much as a life coach to the three girls as she does Emmy's servant: even her current outfit is more to indulge what she knows Emmy finds....tantalizing.
"well, he's gone downtown for business this morning" Giselle says as she turns around and starts picking up the scattered remnants of the three girl's costumes (and offering Emmy a perfect shot of her stocking-clad behind) "so don't worry, i dare say you've got plenty of time to make yourself presentable. i've already laid out a clean outfit and some new tights for you, after you get cleaned up."
you sigh and slide your long, pantyhose-clad legs out of the forest of hose and off the bed, and try rising to your feet, happy at the thought of a shower.
for a moment, the floor seems to have found it's way into a stormy sea, but the feeling quickly passes.
your pantyhose shift against your legs, and you indulge for a moment in your "swishy dance" rubbing your legs back and forth, reveling in the tingling sensations of the nylon and the sound it makes as your legs slide over each other. you let the bodice slip down your legs, exposing your bare breasts and your lack of panties. it doesn't bother you, as you step out of the crumpled pile and reach over your head to stretch: Giselle and the girls have seen it all before.....
speaking of whom....
Turning and crossing your arms, you smile down at your two BFF's where they lie in a....compromising position.
"I dare say they are cute together" you say, and hear Giselle giggle behind you. suddenly, an idea pops into your head.
"hey Giselle, could you...?" you turn and start to ask, but Giselle thrusts your camera into your hands, a knowing smile on her face.
"get some good shots." she says, before turning back to her work, innocently humming.
good ol' Giselle. always seems to know what you're thinking.
and looking fabulous while doing it. you bite your lower lip as she pops one of her black pumps off to brush idly at the bottom of her tights-clad foot with her slim fingers. but there are more pressing matters immediately at hand. besides, Giselle isn't going anywhere.
you turn back to your friends, who have not yet stirred. an evil smile crosses your face, and you raise the camera lens.
"oh yes" you say to yourself "this is gonna be a FUN day...."