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The Maid
🕑 Added 2017-06-01 05:00:01 +0000 UTC ''I... I can explain!'' Melissa said in a hurry as she turned around.Her cheeks were red with embarrassment as she stood in the laundry room. Her wet black skirt was lying on the floor, accompanied by a strong smell of urine. The panties she was wearing were soaking through her pantyhose.
There was nothing to explain, she knew that. The situation would've been obvious to anyone who might witness it. It was just unfortunate that it had to be her new employer.
''I'm sorry Sir, it was an accident...''
The words came out of her mouth before she knew what she was saying. After spoke them, she felt a wave of heat go through her face as she realized how childish she sounded. Then again the 25 year old was in a childish position.
What else could she say? That she waited too long before she listened to her body's warnings? That she got lost in the mansion trying to find the bathroom? That she ended up peeing herself in one of the house's countless livingrooms, probably ruining a very expensive carpet in the process? Or that she ran to the basement's laundry room to try to conceal the whole ordeal instead of taking care of that wet spot she left on the floor immediately.
But no, she stood there, clueless like a deer in the headlights, claiming she ''had an accident'' like a little girl that had just been potty trained. She might as well have worn Pull-Ups. She kind of wish she would've, as it sure didn't appear professional for her to wet herself on her first day as a maid for such a wealthy family.
Melissa had been told her employer was very strict and was aware these might've been the worst possible circumstances for a first introduction. Him, cold and distant, as she was standing, helpless in her cold, damp underwear. The smell of her own pee filling up the room.
''I'll go clean up the mess I made, I will! I'll... I'll do whatever it takes. Please don't fire me. I promise this will never happen again! I don't usually do this, I'm so embarrassed! I was trying to find a bathroom, and this house is so big.... I've never been here before. Nobody told me where it was and....''
He turned around and left the room, without saying a single word. He had remained silent the whole time which made Melissa even more uncomfortable then she already was.
Not sure what to do then, her first reflex was to resume cleaning herself up in order to look at least a bit more presentable in front of her new, and hopefully not ''former'' employer.
She had been told she could use the adjacent shower if she wanted to freshen up after her shift. At this point, she was probably fired already so she thought she might as well.
She slid down her pantyhose and stepped out of her wet panties, put them in the washing machine along with her damp skirt and set it to a 'light' cycle while grabbing a towel to cover herself up.
***
When she stepped out of the shower and back to the laundry room, Melissa wondered if she still had a job or not. She moved her washed clothes to the dryer, keeping only the pantyhose and drying it up with her towel.
That's when she noticed something on the machine. A white rectangle.
Her heart pounded as she realized what it was. She want to think it wasn't meant for her, but she knew it had to be.
She picked it up and felt the plastic, padded garment on her fingertips. She hadn't worn one in over twenty years, but she knew exactly what it was for.
A diaper. A big, white, diaper. Like the ones babies wear, or old people, or pregnant women... pretty much anyone who's expected to pee themselves.
At that moment she felt even more like a little girl. Did they really think she would wet her pants twice in the same day? The accident had already occurred... why would they want her in a diaper now?
At least she could probably assume she wasn't fired. She wouldn't be given those as precautions otherwise, so she most likely still had a job... but under what conditions?
She examined the diaper, thick and smooth, pondering on what she should do. It would probably insult her employer if she did not comply with implicit instructions to wear it.
However, did she really want an employer who made her wear a diaper, like an oversized baby? Like he expected her to pee herself.... Then again she did pee herself earlier. But it was an accident! It wasn't like she was regular pants wetter!
What if she did wear the diaper? How long would she have to keep it on? The mansion was an hour away from the nearest city and she had a room on the top floor. Did he expect her to start wearing them full time?! That was out of the question. But maybe it was just a form of punishment for ruining the carpet...
Shit, the carpet! Melissa had to, at least, clean up the wet spot she left in the living room. She would wait for her clothes to be dry and clean it up before respectfully inquire on what is expected of her. That was the best course of actions.
That's when she heard it: the bell was ringing.
That bell meant that she was summoned and had to appear before her employer within minutes. The drying cycle indicated another 30 minutes before the clothes would be dry... She had to think quickly if she wanted the possibility of keeping that job. What could she do?
She looked at the diaper in her hand. The bell rang again.
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