I am a Tgirl, who likes to submissively serve mature couples. My full profile, history and photos are at ************************** After several weeks of emailing and sending photos for consideration, the day was finally here. All week I had been buying new stockings, checking my corsets, polishing my already gleaming high heels and preparing myself for my interview with Mr & Mrs Johnson. They were aged late 50’s or early 60’s judging by the photos they had sent me. Their previous maid had moved away and they were looking to replace her with a live in, full time ‘bitch’ as they referred to the position in their letter to me. I was a little shocked, but felt that the weekend trial they were offering would give us a chance to get to know one another and see if we were suited. Their photos had been holiday pictures really, showing that he was tall and appeared in good shape and she was curvy, with a large bust and full hips. The thought of her in high heels and stockings took my breath away. They had sent me a number of email messages detailing what I was to do upon arrival, what I was to wear and even what I was to call them; Mrs Johnson & Sir! I was due to arrive at 5pm on the Friday evening. I was to dress at their home, in the bedroom they had allocated me for the weekend and then I was to proceed downstairs to the lounge. Before entering, I was to knock and await their command to enter. Arriving early, I waited until exactly 5:00pm to knock on their door. The door was opened by a stunning looking older woman, elegantly made up, wearing 6” black stiletto heels, a black lacy blouse, partially see through so I could see her ¼ cup bra forcing up her pendulously large breasts and a tight fitting, above the knee skirt. She simply said “Come in” and moved back for me to enter. Having walked into the hallway, she simply said “follow me”. No “hello or nice to meet you”! She started up the stairs and as I followed I was treated to the sight of an extremely attractive pair of legs encased in seamed black stockings. As she reached the first bedroom door, she pushed it open and indicated that I was to enter it. I walked in with my case which I put on the floor. As I turned around, she had closed the door and stood looking at me. “So, you want to be our Maid, do you?” she said. Without waiting for a reply, she approached me and inches from my face stated “You will dress, do your make up properly and then meet us in the lounge, where we will decide whether we will waste anymore time on you”. Her perfume was overpowering and combined with her outfit left me nervous, but really turned on and excited. I had no idea of the humiliation and abuse I was going to suffer at the hands of this woman. I quickly dressed and worked on my makeup. In preparation for this audition/interview I had sought out a make up artist and got some instruction on how best to achieve a slutty tarty look and use thick false eyelashes. In just 15 minutes I looked very sexy I felt and slipping on my 5” heels, I walked out and down the stairs. Knocking on the door I dutifully waited for their response. A large tv was playing a porn video of some poor tgirl maid being screwed by her Master. As I looked it was obvious that this was Mr Johnson taking advantage of what had no doubt been a previous Maid! “Stand here” said Mrs Johnson, pointing to a spot in the middle of the room. She slowly walked around me, running her beautifully painted nails across my buttocks and across my full DD breasts. “You were late today” she said quietly. “Yes, sorry” I replied casually. Her hand slapped my face very fast, not hard but a shock! “When we tell you to be here at 5:00pm you will be here!” I decided no to argue that I thought I had been on time. Mr Johnson stood in a black silk dressing gown in front of the fireplace. “You owe us an apology, Bitch!” “I’m sorry” I mumbled. Slap across the face again. “I told you that you are to address us as Mrs Johnson and Sir! Am I wasting my time, you stupid tarty slut!” she said close to my face. Get on your knees and show us some respect. I sank to my knees in front of her, kissing her gorgeous court shoes, both toes and heels. “Now, up the legs”. Working my way up her calves, I eventually arrived at the tops of her stockings with my head very firmly between her thighs. I could smell her overpowering perfume. At that point, she moved back and pointed to Mr Johnson. “You owe Sir an apology, you Bitch”. I crawled across the room until I knelt before him. I lowered my head and started at his ankles, working my way up his legs. He undid the belt of his silk gown, causing it to fall aside. As I was halfway up his thighs, my face was so close to his crotch, I could not fail to notice the size of his cock, which was swelling before my eyes. Beside me, Mrs Johnson said “big isn’t it”. Mr Johnson likes to fuck our Maid regularly so you will be becoming very acquainted with it. “Now open your lips, Bitch!” As I did, he took hold of his huge cock and fed it in between my lips. The head was large and would have been covered in thick lipstick as he pushed it between my lips. He then proceeded to force feed his engorged cock down my throat. Holding my head he then proceeded to face fuck me. Mrs Johnson commented on how hard he was and this reminded her of how much he enjoyed face fucking the Maid. He clearly had no intention of coming in my mouth, but just to show me who was in charge and what I should expect in the coming days. They both found my gagging amusing. I was terrified he would want to use his gorgeous, swollen cock on me. It had been so long since a girl had taken me, let alone a man. My other Mistresses had used dildo’s or a strap-on, but they seemed so much smaller than this swollen member being rammed into the back of my throat, as I struggled to breathe! Without notice he pushed me away and I fell sideways onto the carpet, looking a pathetic sight. Mrs Johnson stood over me. “Get up, you useless Bitch” she screamed. “Follow me” she stated, as she strode out of the room. I staggered to my feet and in my 5” heels tottered after her. She had entered the room next door and stood in the middle, with her hands on her hips. “This is the punishment room for you, the pleasure room for us!” Subdued lighting gave the room a strange look. Toys, tawses and paddles hung from one wall, while in the middle of the room sat a strange chair like bench. “Get on it” she said. “I want to see if you have been doing the exercises I told you to 3 weeks ago?” Mrs Johnson had informed me that as their Maid I would be required to take a large size dildo easily. I had had 3 weeks to build up to that monster. I was pretty sure I still could not take it easily. I leant forward over the bench. My bottom was fully exposed as Mrs Johnson fastened my wrists into the leather cuffs on the other side of the wooden horse structure. My legs were stretched as I had been pulled forward and over this vaulting horse type bench. She then proceeded to part my legs and again fasten them to either leg on one side of the bench. I was now totally helpless, legs spread bent over and strapped down. I could hear Mrs Johnson move around behind me and heard to oozing sound of some gel being squeezed from a tube. She then ran her fingers up the inside of my thighs before parting my open crutch panties. She whispered into my ear, “if this doesn’t fit easily you Bitch, you will be wearing ever bigger butt plugs all day and every day until it does, do you understand?” “Yes, Mrs Johnson” I replied nervous and excited at the same time. I couldn’t see anything other than the racks of toys, dildo’s strap-ons and tawses in front of me. All of a sudden, the cold, lubricated invasion started. She pushed mercilessly, forcing the giant dildo up inside me. I gasped and took a deep breath as I surrendered to her forcefulness. She had not got halfway before she exploded. “You useless Bitch! You have not been doing any of the exercises I told you to!” She removed the dildo and walked around in front of me. All I could see was her beautiful heavy breasts slung in the ¼ cup bra, her wide hips and her stocking clad hips and high heels. Slap! My face stung from her smooth hand hitting my cheek. “You are going to pay for this. You will wear the small/medium butt plug every day for 3 days. Then the medium for 3 days, then the medium/large etc until you can take the large. Do you understand!” You will insert it first thing each morning while I watch, and you will remove it under my guidance each evening or when you are providing service, again under my instruction!” Part 2 coming soon - Samantha serves at a coffee morning! I hope you enjoyed this. ******************* [Mod's Edit: No private details to be displayed in the public parts of the site - including the stories.]