Pamela Ch. 07: Identical Twins

I didn't add that champagne, for some reason, prompted Pamela into being somewhat unreserved, especially when she deliberately dribbled it onto her front so her nipples could be seen, but the thought hit me, followed by the thought of Yuma and Maya doing the same.

We chatted for a while about the sisters' university courses, working at the Grand Hotel for Gemma Woodbourne and living in Little Pissington. It was all very pleasant and, even if it was the champagne being the catalyst, we all seemed to be getting on very well. For some of the time ... no, quite a lot of the time, I tried to deduce what bra cup-size would Yuma and Maya's tits take. Inevitably, they looked to be the same. Eventually, I settled on 34C or 32D, with the prospect of a closer examination being the natural way to resolve the mystery. But one way or the other, they both had a rack to remember.

"Now," began Pamela, after I had topped-up our flutes again with a second bottle and replenished the bowl of olives, "before we get too tiddly, perhaps we had better chat about whether you both would like to help us out here at Harlot Hall as what we have in mind may not be what you have in mind."

Yuma and Maya looked at each other with an element of puzzlement.

"When we first met you both last weekend," went on Pamela, "we were very impressed, not only in respect of your skills as restaurant waitresses and being courteous and obliging, but as young women."

I sensed Maya about to speak but she held her silence.

"You are obviously beautiful, stylish and attractive," went on Pamela, "but you both have that something else, the thing that sets you apart from others in our eyes. You are sexy, very sexy, and you turn both of us on."

I glanced at Yuma and her eyes were wide open.

"In fact," continued Pamela, her voice sounding suddenly nervy but excited, "yesterday morning we had sex fantasising about you both which was unforgettable and I am sure we shall do that again."

Maya, astonished, looked at me as if seeking corroboration. I nodded, recalling Pamela's hand job in bed.

"So, we have decided we want you to be my submissive maids or playmaids, as I shall call you," went on Pamela. "You will be trained by my lady's maid to be totally obedient and submissive to your mistress. You will dress as instructed and behave accordingly. Your sole objective, is to satisfy me in every way, including sexually. This may be individually or with other women, either in my presence or not. In addition, when and only when I desire it, you will attend your master in my presence. Later, when you are fully trained, you will accompany your mistress to visit other mistresses with their playmaids, and receive them here at Harlot Hall, offering them a sexual experience they too will never forget. Finally, and most importantly, you will retain absolute confidentiality at all times. Do you understand?"

We waited to see who would speak first. Inevitably, it was Maya who took the lead.

"You ..., you wish for Yuma and I ... to be your sex slaves?" she stammered, glancing at her sister whose face seemed less shocked at what she had heard. "Including ... including being with each other?"

"Yes," replied Pamela, clearly aware she was crossing boundaries of taboo. "You will do whatever your mistress asks you to do, including having sex with each other. That is a specific requirement."

Maya shuddered with emotion.

"We ..., we have never ...," she stammered, shaking her head. "I don't know that I ..."

"You will," interjected Pamela firmly, "and you will do so in the presence of both your mistress and master, and possibly other women. It is necessary."

Maya swallowed deeply, trying to get her thoughts into order.

"Would you have difficulties with what I have described?" asked Pamela, turning to look at Yuma who smiled slightly. "You seem more comfortable that your sister."

Yuma reflected a moment.

"I am comfortable," she replied at last, her eyes on her sister. "I assume, there would be no conflict with our education and other commitments?"

"None whatsoever," replied Pamela, shaking her head. "You will agree a timetable with my lady's maid for your availability. This will generally be one or possibly two evenings in the week and some time over the weekend, but that, as I say, can be agreed in advance with my lady's maid."

"And will our attendance always be together?" put in Maya, sounding calm even though I was sure she was anything but in reality. "I assume it will."

"Correct," confirmed Pamela, "unless previously agreed."

"Will it be yourself who gives us orders, mistress?" asked Yuma. "Or would it be your lady's maid?"

"I shall give you orders when you are in my presence," replied Pamela, simply, "however we are also engaging a housemistress who will control all domestic support, including yourselves. Accordingly, there will be times when you will be required to deputise for others, for example, waiting at table, when you will answer to the housemistress."

Maya reflected, clearly considering how to express her next question.

"If we accepted these positions," she said, "other than the satisfaction derived from delivering a service, Mistress, to your own satisfaction, are we to be rewarded, and if so, by what means?"

"Of course," confirmed Pamela, her tone sounding as if she was gaining confidence that the sisters might accept her terms, "let's start with the negative. It's quite simple. If either of you causes embarrassment or gives offence to ourselves or any of our guests, then you will both be dismissed with immediate effect."

Maya looked across at her sister who nodded in response.

"Now, looking more positively," continued Pamela, "your reward will compromise two parts: firstly it will reflect satisfactorily fulfilling your duties during your time with us, and secondly and in addition, it will be supplemented by the payment of a bonus reflecting your performance."

"Are we to have a standard rate of pay as we have working for Miss Woodbourne at the hotel?" asked Maya, looking a little puzzled.

"Not quite," cautioned Pamela with a smile. "Your reward for satisfactorily fulfilling your duties during your time with us will be to retain your position. Everything else depends upon the quality of service you deliver. Remember, this can be achieved in many ways. I'm thinking of your personality, your honesty, your enthusiasm, your appearance, your willingness to, as they say, 'go the extra mile', and so on, not just getting the job done. The more you contribute, the greater shall be your reward and I should like you to understand that we can be very generous."

"Thank you," said Maya. "I think Yuma and I would like to discuss your proposal before saying anything else."

"An excellent suggestion," cried Pamela, rising to her feet. "We shall return to the house and leave you here to chat things over. If you decide not to accept our terms, we would like to thank you for taking the time to come along today and we shall look forward to seeing you in and around the village and, of course, working for Ms Woodbourne at the Grand Hotel in town."

"And if we do decide to accept your terms?" asked Maya, her face expressionless.

"Then," replied Pamela, "you will return to the house and on the hall table you will find your instructions for the evening which you will follow without question. Is that understood?"

"Yes," confirmed Maya, effectively closing the conversation.

"Thank you," said Pamela, taking my hand and we walked back to the house in silence.

As soon as we entered the hall, she came up to me and ran her arms around my neck.

"How did I do?" she breathed. "Do you think they'll agree?"

I smiled.

"Well, they certainly know who the boss around here is," I quipped. "You'll have them eating from the palm of your hand if they do."

Pamela giggled.

"Right," she said, breaking free to move across the room to open a hidden door in the panelling and extract a cardboard box with a large envelope on top.

"I hope you don't mind my doing all this without your knowledge," she said, placing the box on the hall table. "It's just that I had some time to myself so I went ahead. I'll tell you about it later."

"Not at all," I replied earnestly. "I'm in awe!"

She giggled again.

"Right," she explained. "In this envelope I have set out what they are to do. Basically, it leads them upstairs to the Playroom ..."

"Now you're talking," I interjected. "We can go up to the voyeur's lair and ..."

"Exactly," she agreed. "There, they will be instructed to open the box which ... no, I shan't tell you: you will have to wait and see."

This time I laughed.

"Yes, Mistress," I observed, coming over to hold her in my arms before kissing her gently.

"Let's go up to the voyeur's lair," she whispered. "If this works out, then we won't miss anything."

We headed up the stairs and turned left along the corridor, right through the small drawing room to go through the doorway into the proposed dungeon before opening the door into the lair and entering.

"Has it occurred to you that if they decide to go home we could be up here all night waiting for them?" I asked. "Just a thought."

"Ye of little faith," she retorted. "I'll give the girls ten minutes and in the meantime tell you how I arranged it all."

"I'm listening." I replied with enthusiasm.

"Well, as you know, the other day I took a day off work," she replied. "The first thing I did was to call Gemma Woodbourne at the Grand," she began. "I thought I should, at least, let her know that we might, just might, be taking on two of her staff, not in competition, but alongside."

"You called Gemma!" I exclaimed, the thought of fucking her with her panties wrapped around my cock flooding back. "What did she say?"

"She was fine about it," replied Pamela before recalling something with a smile. "Oh yes, I forgot to tell you that she told me to tell you that she had spent some time that afternoon watching Eugenie Bouchard playing in some tournament on TV."

"She lost in the first round," I observed with some disappointment. "Two sets to one."

"That's maybe," retorted Pamela, "but she said she had recorded her match and wondered whether she should bring around a disc so we could watch it on Friday evening if we hadn't anything else to do."

"I'm sure we'll be able to think of something," I mused, "however we could watch the recording at the same time, perhaps."

"Well, I suggested she did bring it round," admitted Pamela. "Anyway, I also asked her what dress size did Maya and Yuma wear for working at the Grand. As the uniforms are provided, I assumed she would know."

"And?" I pressed, fascinated.

"Well, better than that," revealed Pamela with a knowing smile. "Gemma told me they have to provide the whole uniform, including underwear, so she was able to tell me their bra size as well."

"And?" I pressed even more.

"So, I have been able to get them a uniform each for tonight," she cried, laughing.

Twelve minutes later, our conversation ceased as first Maya, holding the instructions envelope, followed by Yuma, carrying the cardboard box, appeared before us as we watched through the one-way transparent glass panelling. Their faces were a picture as they looked around the room in absolute disbelief.

"This is incredible," cried Yuma, spinning around to take in everything. "Look at the size of the bed, and the mirrors!"

"Yes," agreed Maya, with more than a hint of suspicion.

"Are you having second thoughts?" asked Yuma, her voice falling. "I mean, we agreed to ..."

"No, I'm not having second thoughts," replied Maya. "I'm just being careful. We've only met Miss Hatch and Mr McMahon a couple of times and it makes sense to take things one step at a time."

"Sensible girl," agreed Pamela, whispering despite the almost perfect sound-proofing in the lair.

"OK, let's see what we're to do," went on Maya. "Put the box on the side table."

Yuma did so and stepped back to allow her sister to lead. Lifting the lid of the box, Maya found a sheet of paper and lifted it.

"Read it out," begged Yuma, who perched herself on the edge of the side of the bed looking gorgeous, as was her identical twin, of course, but her personality was more open and even in these early minutes I sensed she was going to be my favourite.

"Maya and Yuma, it says," began Maya. "As you are reading this, the Master and I would like to thank you for accepting our offer to be my playmaids. When you leave for home there will be two envelopes on the hall table to compensate you for your time with us. I trust you will not be disappointed with our generosity."

"That sounds great!" cried Yuma, her eyes shining. "Go on."

"This evening is about setting the scene, nothing more, as we have yet to get to know each other and, in particular, you will need to understand our little foibles that you will accept without question," went on Maya. "The first of these is, solely on duty, you will always wear uniform as provided. For this evening, you will find these in the box. Others will be furnished when required."

"Let's look!" cried Yuma, excitedly, sliding from her perch on the edge of the bed.

"Wait! Wait!" cautioned Maya holding up a hand. "Let's see what else there is first."

Yuma returned to her perch.

"Second," continued Maya, returning to read aloud from the paper, "you will, unless specifically requested not to do so, undertake your duties being freshly shaven of all body-hair."

"Oh!" gasped Yuma. "I've never shaved ... you know, my ..."

"It looks like that's going to change," observed Maya, seemingly indifferent.

"Maya shaves already," commented Pamela with some delight. "That's good."

"I'd like to watch Yuma do the same," I put in before a sudden thought arrested me, "but I'd like to watch Maya do it for her even more!"

"Then you shall, baby," whispered Pamela. "Hush!"

"Thirdly," went on Maya, "in the box you will find small blue packets containing items that you will use at all timed when on duty, unless requested to remove them. It is suggested that you use these when convenient off-duty to become familiar with the sensation they offer."

"I don't understand," objected Yuma. "What does it mean?"

Maya smiled.

"I think it means we are both to wear butt-plugs up our ass," mused Maya quietly. "I think we are going to find both Mistress and Master are into anal sex in a big way which implies we too will need to be."

"Maya is very shrewd," observed Pamela, nodding her head in appreciation.

"Maya!" cried Yuma. "You mean ..."

"Yes I do," interjected Maya. "I imagine there is going to be something ... oh yes, here it is. Fourthly, you will find larger red packets in the box containing items you will use when directed to do so. Again, it is recommended you become acquainted with their use."

"What?" stammered Yuma. "What does it mean?"

"Well, if I could hazard a guess there will be other sex toys for us to use," speculated Maya. "I imagine we shall find nipple clamps, maybe anal beads, probably vibrators of various types, possibly paddles for being spanked, anything. I think we're never going to forget this experience."

"I said she was astute," approved Pamela. "I think Maya is going to be very popular."

"They both are with me," I added before realising Maya was speaking again. "Oh sorry!"

"The fifth of the five foibles relates to attending your Master," resumed Maya. "At your Mistress's sole wish, you will, on occasion, be directed to perform certain attentions to him that result in his deep satisfaction and the delivery of a certain substance. This you will treat without equal, obeying your Mistress's instructions as to what actions to take as a result."

"I understand that one," observed Yuma, smiling. "It means don't spit or swallow after giving him a blowjob without being told to do so."

"Very good!" said Pamela and Mays in absolute unison prompting a laugh from myself.

"OK, seriously," warned Maya. "As we discussed in the garden, we are to be sex slaves or playmaids for Miss Hatch and what we have here just confirms that. Having said that, we are actually only going to be part-time, and on top of that, we are going to be paid, apparently generously. As I see it, we could walk out this evening and never return. How do you feel about going ahead?"

Pamela and I watched, holding our breath, as Yuma reflected on what she had heard. For ten seconds at least, she didn't move but then, almost unperceptively slowly, her eyes began to sparkle and a smile began to develop.

"I can't help it, Maya," she revealed at last. "I want to be dominated, I always have done. Nothing turns me on like the thought of it. I know I'm a virgin but that hasn't ever stopped me fantasising. Last night in bed I made myself feel good, just anticipating something like this. I'm sorry, but I want this so much that I can't say no. Will you stay with me?"

Maya hesitated.

"Right, let's go," announced Pamela unexpectedly, standing up. "Two much of a good thing is bad for you."

"What do you mean?" I asked, surprised.

"You've spent the last ten minutes with your eyes fixed on Yuma's tits and legs," she replied with a giggle, taking my hand and almost dragging me out of the voyeur' lair. "Come on, I'll explain when we're downstairs."

We made our way quietly back along the corridor and down the main staircase into the hall where Pamela passed into the small dining room. I closed the door behind us.

"Sorry about that," she ventured. "It's just that I think they were about to agree to go forward and the instructions had them to change into their uniforms for the night. Much as I am sure you would have loved to watch them undress, I think it is better to await the end result."

"You know best," I observed with a smile before seeing the dining table had been set but not in the traditional way. "What's going on here?"

She came across and ran her arms around my neck, coming in close.

"Assuming I'm right, we're going to have Asian cunt for dinner," she whispered. "I've placed a thick blanket folded up under the tablecloth for Maya and Yuma to lie back with their legs over the edge of the table with their heels on the arms of the carver chairs where we will be seated."

"You mean ...," I began, starting to understand.

"Yes," she interjected with shining eyes. "You're having Yuma and I'm having Maya. We're going to eat them both out as a thank you for agreeing to be playmaids."

"Just eating?" I pressed with a grin.

"Just eating," she emphasised. "Yuma said she is a virgin. For tonight, at least, keep your trousers on!"

"But what about Maya," I put in. "She didn't say she was a virgin."

"No, and neither did she say she wasn't," replied Pamela, shaking her head, "so we assume she is."

I nodded my head in agreement.

"OK," I accepted. "Hush! I can hear them in the hall."

"You will, with the heels they are wearing on the stone floor," she said, disengaging herself from me and stepping back. There was a knock.

"Enter," announced Pamela and the door opened slowly. My eyes opened wide as I saw Maya and Yuma, standing side by side wearing their uniforms. They bowed respectfully before smiling broadly.

"You instructed us to attend the small dining room, Mistress," said Maya, "and to be wearing our uniforms. We hope this is in order."

"Come in and close the door behind you," replied Pamela. "You look exactly as I had hoped."

From my perspective, I thought they looked fucking sexy and my cock definitely agreed with me. They wore black and white: a small cap, a short black, long-sleeved tight dress with white trim, black fishnets and five-inch matching stilettos, complemented by crimson lips, black-rimmed glasses and untied hair.

"May we have a twirl?" I asked, desperate to see how their arses looked given the tightness of the dress. They did, ending with glorious smiles.