This is the story of my punishment by my mistress. i was forced to write this so she could tell everyone about how she treated her slaves when they displeased her. Gayle I was sitting at my desk in my office going over some financial analysis reports when the phone rang. I could see by the light that my secretary had answered it. A few seconds later the intercom buzzed and she told me there was a woman on the phone who would only identify herself as "Kay". Since I didn't know anyone by that name and certainly wasn't expecting a call, i was a little bit puzzled. "probably someone trying to sell me something", I thought. "hello", I said after picking up the receiver. "Is this Gayle?", queried the female voice on the phone. I froze unable to move. Who was this that knew my deepest secret? who was this that knew me by my feminine name 'Gayle'? "I beg your pardon", I stammered into the phone. My mind was racing now as the possibilities confronted my senses. "Slave Gayle, this is your Mistress Kay. I hope you are in a very obedient and submissive mood because I have need for a french maid slave this evening". I was speechless and very much in a panic! I frequently visited Mistress Kay at an SM house downtown but it was always at my instigation and by my schedule. Although I had often called her from my office, she had never called me here. "Yes, Mistress Kay, this is Gayle", I finally answered. "Very good, Gayle, if you had not taken my call I was going to call your secretary back and tell her exactly who I was. That I am your dominant mistress who allows you to serve me only if you dress in sexy lingerie and a very provocative revealing french maid's outfit. I was also going to tell her that I would be willing to send her pictures as proof if she didn't believe me. Think of that the next time I call you". Now I want you to listen very carefully to everything I am about to say as i don't want any mistakes". "Yes, Mistress. I am listening very carefully". I pulled out a pad of paper to copy everything down. "Tonight I have a very special session with, not one, but two slaves at the same time. I want you here as the third slave. I want to use you to not only serve me but also to service both of my slaves. I want them to leave here completely satisfied and you are going to see to it that they are. Now, I want you to arrive at the rear entrance of the house at exactly 7:30pm. Upon your arrival you are to be totally dressed as a sexy french maid including makeup, wig, long polished nails, black seamed stockings, and four inch heels. You will be wearing the very short french maid uniform with the frilly white satin petticoat underneath and white apron in front. You are to park your car in the alley behind the house and walk up the steps to the second story porch entrance. There will be a box with a note in it. Open the box and follow the instructions in the note exactly. Do you understand, me Gayle"? I had been writing as fast as I could and what she was demanding of me was just sinking in. "Please tell me mistress, how am I supposed to get completely dressed and drive across town? I am so afraid of being exposed. I have always dressed for our sessions after arriving at your place", I wined. "I don't give a damn how or where you get dressed but if you ever want to see me again, you had better be at the back door at exactly 7:30pm and dressed exactly as I told you and I want that slutty look to be a part of it. Do I make myself perfectly clear?" "Yes, Mistress, but" "good" she said interrupting me. "Oh, one more thing. Your ass had better be completely smooth and free of hair tonight or else. Good bye", as I heard the phone click. I sat there still holding the phone listening to the dial tone. I looked at my watch realizing it was already 4:30pm. My mind was numb trying to figure out what I was going to do. Mistress Kay was the best and most exciting mistress I had ever seen. Although I couldn't have sessions with her as often as I would have liked, I always looked forward to serving her and wondering what new twist she would invent. Well, this one took the cake!! I had only three more hours to not only be at her door but to figure out how I was going to get there. Fortunately I had my clothes and makeup in the overnight bag in the trunk of my car. I wrote down a quick timetable of what I needed to get done. Motel reservation, a shave (buy soap and razor), apply makeup and wig, corset, bra, apply nails and polish hope it's dark by then. I got a room in a nearby motel- the kind that you can exit directly to the parking lot from. I don't know what I would have done if all the motels around made you exit via the lobby. It is risky enough making the twenty foot dash to the car much less trying to pass in the lobby. Beside that an overcoat can only hide so much. I showered and shaved ...