New Job, New Life as as Sissy Slut Chapter 2

"Now that's what I call a wakeup call," he said, his voice still filled with sleep. "Now get downstairs and make me breakfast. Two eggs, scrambled, toast and orange juice. I expect it on the table when I'm done with my shower. Now get going." I got up quickly and left the room, wobbling on my high heels. Now I had to cook for him? He hadn't said anything about that. I was a pretty good cook, so I wasn't worried about that, but I wondered how often I would have to cook for him.

I got downstairs and went into the kitchen and began preparing his breakfast. I couldn't help but notice a piece of paper on the kitchen table. It was a list of chores. There were the original chores that I had been doing, but there were also a lot more, some of which would be time consuming: Waxing the floor, cleaning the refrigerator and freezer, cleaning all the equipment in his gym in the basement, ironing, even cleaning the furniture on the patio in the back yard. That meant I would have to be outside in my maid's uniform. Obviously, these weren't things that would need to be done twice a week, but I would still be doing them.

I got his breakfast on the table about a minute before he walked into the kitchen. I had also gotten the newspaper from the front porch and placed it on the table by his plate. He was wearing his normal dress shirt, slacks and dress shoes. He looked at me, checking out my uniform. He seemed happy with my appearance. "From now on, you will curtsey when you see me and after I give you an order." He eyed me expectantly and I managed a curtsey. "That needs some work," he said, sitting down to his breakfast.

"Yes, Sir," I replied. I started cleaning up what mess I had made from making him breakfast. After a couple of minutes, he cleared his throat.

"What the fuck is this?" he growled. Oh no. Now what?

"Sir?" I croaked.

"Have you been reading this list?" he said, pointing to the list of chores.