“Come on Sal, pleeeeease!”
Salomon had always liked to cook, and he made no secret out of it. He even offered to cook for friends and family when there was a special occasion. Sometimes it was enough for people to say “I would like to try that.” when he was talking about this great new dish he just had tried for the first time.
This was what had happened with Verena, his new secretary. Of course the fact that she was a beautiful young lady, always dressed professionally in skirts and dresses with heels and perfect hair did its part as well.
He provided her with a list of ingredients and came to her place to prepare a Taiwanese curry.
It was a bit of a disappointment for him to find out he would not only be cooking for the both of them, but also for Verena’s girlfriend Annika.
But it was not the last time he would cook for them. Verena would always ask in a way that he could not refuse, and he liked doing it anyway. There was even a sort of friendship developing, and he enjoyed the evening together.
Also Verena certainly deserved a treat every once in a while the way she handled things for him at work. He hardly had to do anything himself any more. He was mostly signing papers she prepared for him. His department's numbers were excellent every month. He was even in for a raise.
The problem was how the dinner arrangement had changed over the course of a year. At first they had provided the ingredients and drinks he suggested. The girls had helped with chopping and peeling in the Kitchen and it was a generally enjoyable experience for all of them. The changes came slowly. Certain dishes didn’t require much assistance and they would just stay out of the kitchen, doing other things instead. Then some vital ingredients that needed to have a certain quality or cut and Salomon would get them himself.
It came to the point where one evening he would bring everything, prepare, cook and serve the food while the girls were not even present. They had left him alone and came back just in time to eat from the table he had set.
They had obviously been shopping as they carried bags and were both wearing apparently sexy new dresses. They were obviously flirting with each other and giggled a lot. That said, it was Annika, who giggled. It was amazing how Verena always managed to look ladylike in whatever she was wearing, and how she always carried herself in an elegant demeanor. Nevertheless, it was clear she was enjoying herself just as much.
Before Salomon could even sit down, she came into the kitchen and made it politely but unmistakably clear that she would like to be alone with Annika. When Salomon tried to argue that he had cooked for everyone she promised that she would bring any leftovers to work the next day and serve them to him personally for lunch.
Verena was quite insistent to the point of being annoyed by Salomon’s reluctance and he complied eventually and left.
He understood on a rational level, but on the inside he felt disregarded and left out. Secretly he still wished he could be the one to spend the evening with Verena.
She was beautiful and had many talents. It was hard to imagine that there was anything she wouldn’t do perfectly, but when she served Salomon the leftovers as lunch the next day, it became evident that Verena was no cook.
Besides the fact that there were only traces of meat left in the dish, she had put everything together in a single plastic bowl, even the salad, and heated it in the microwave. Everything was soggy and mushy and the vinegar from the vinaigrette had made the sauce divide up into a clear liquid and gelatinous blobs. He would have rather discarded it while she was not looking, but Verena would stay and watch him gobble up the icky mess to the last spoonful.
“I believe that should make up for yesterday's inconvenience.” She said, when she picked up the empty bowl with a smile.
Salomon decided it could not continue that way and that’s what he told Annika when she asked him to cook again for a special occasion.
“Please Sal, I need this. I really need to make something up to Verena. She loves your cooking, you know that. Just one more time. You won’t have to do everything by yourself either. I hired someone to serve. There will be candles and everything. It will be sooo romantic, and you will be the chef.”
Annika really wanted to provide a special birthday dinner for Verena. She was so enthusiastic about it. Salomon thought it was kind of sweet, so he agreed to help.
“Fine Annika, but this is the last time. If you girls want me to cook for you again after that, we will need to find a new arrangement.”
She jumped up on him to hug him tight with her arms and legs “Oh my God, you are the best Sal! I’ll find the greatest arrangement for you!”
Verena’s Birthday was on a Friday and Salomon felt rather bad to leave Verena working on her own birthday. She was so busy too. All morning she had him sign papers and contracts while he was preoccupied with preparing her birthday dinner in his mind. He checked her schedule to make sure she would be busy all afternoon with various meetings, while he left to prepare her surprise.
When Salomon arrived at Verena’s apartment with all the ingredients and items he would need for an elaborate 5 course meal, Annika appeared totally devastated. She was sitting on the couch, hugging her knees in despair. It was obvious she had cried.
“What’s going on, Ann?”
“Everything is ruined, the girl who was supposed to serve cancelled and I can’t get anyone else.”
“Come on, Ann. That’s not the end of the world. If we stick our heads together and think real hard, I’m sure we can figure out a way to get the food from the kitchen to the table.”
“Oh, stop it you oaf!” her face lit up for a second as she made a ‘go away’ motion with her hand. “This is serious. I really need this to be perfect. The way Verena told me. If I blow this, she will think I can’t do anything right.”
“Ok, how does she want it to be?”
“The whole programme. A five course meal, candle light, and a maid to serve.”
“A maid? You mean like a french maid? Sounds kinky.”
“So what if she wants it kinky? It’s what she pictures it like. Do you have any idea what it takes to get something like that out of her?”
“I really don’t, but if you want, I could serve you the food too. I’m doing everything else anyway.”
“You would do that? Really? I mean I got the costume and everything but…”
“Oh WOW! Wait a minute! I’m talking about bringing the plates to the table, not running around in a french maid's costume.”
“Oh come on! Why not? It would be perfect, we all are friends, right? Besides, I know something Verena said about you.”
“What do you think Salomon would be like if he was a girl?”
“She said that?”
“Don’t you want to find out how it would be like to be the third girl?”
The third girl? Was she talking about spending the night together? Salomon felt hot and cold shivers down his spine at the thought. He gasped.
“If I do this, you need to promise me you are not going to tell anyone about it.” He said, after he collected himself.
“Don’t worry, my lips will be sealed! Let's get you dressed!”
“What? Now? I mean… already?”
“Of course. We are on a tight schedule, there won’t be any time later”
Annika insisted that Salomon would wear the complete outfit including the underwear. He had to undress completely and she handed him a pair of panties with her eyes covered. They were made of a dense material, flesh coloured skimpy and tight.”
“You need them to keep your thing tucked away between your legs. We don’t want you to show a bulge, do we?
“Why do you even have something like that?”
“Just put it on so I can open my eyes again and help you with the rest.”
Once Salomon was tightly tucked, he was pantied and hosed and girdled next. Annika helped and made sure the black stockings hooked up evenly to the matching girdle and the seams were perfectly straight. After she put on the bra she stuffed it with balls of wool.
The dress itself was nothing like the skimpy frilly French maid costumes Salomon knew.
It was a simple black pencil dress with a row of mock buttons in front, a heavily starched peter pan collar and matching cuffs. The material was thick and weighty and when Annika closed the zipper in the back and some additional buttons on his neck it felt tight and hot as well Almost like it tried to mould his body to its own feminine shape instead of matching his figure. The tapered hem, ending above his knees, would restrict his walking considerably.
While Annika added the pinafore, straightened out the starched ruffles and tied it into nice big bows behind his back, Salomon felt his nipples slowly getting sorer by the scratchy wool being pushed against them.
The shoes were patent leather Mary Jane style with moderate heels and a wide strap to keep them securely on his feet.
The whole outfit made him feel more like an actual servant than being part of a nice evening.
“Ok, you are all done and you look perfect. Now get cooking, I’ll have to get ready myself.”
Before Salomon could voice any of his concerns, Annika had slipped into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. He sighed and picked up the bags with the ingredients and walked into the kitchen.
While he slaved away preparing the five course dinner all by himself, he only saw glimpses of Annika, how she quickly ran in between her room and the bathroom in various stages of being dressed.
Meanwhile Salomon grew increasingly uncomfortable in his outfit. The tight confinement of his genitals was irritating, but he could not even adjust it a little bit it with all these layers of the uniform covering him. His nipples were sore and the wool stuffed inside the bra would keep irritating them. And even though the shoes were a fit, due to the slant of the heels it felt like his toes being crushed inside the tip with every step.
After about two hours, Salomon was just about done with the cooking, Annika appeared again looking stunning in a red tube dress with a wide black belt and matching black heels, expensive and elegant looking silver jewellery and perfect makeup and hair.
Salomon had never seen her like that and as much as he tried to remind himself that he was wearing the maid uniform as a favour, he actually felt intimidated by the sheer status difference in their outfits.
Annika sat down on the couch and beckoned Salomon, who stood in the kitchen door with gaping mouth.
“Come over here. I almost forgot about your hair.”
“What about my hair?” He wanted to know while he minced over in his Mary Janes.
“I’m going to make it match your outfit. Crouch down with your back to me.”
“That’s not very comfortable.” He said after a few minutes while Annika would brush all his hair towards the back of his head any fix it in place with oodles of bobby pins and clips.
“Well, I can’t let you kneel, that would ruin your pretty shoes. Now stop complaining, we are almost done anyway.” Was her answer, while she clipped something, the size and weight of a grapefruit, to the back of his head, covered it with a white ruffled bun cap, tied off with a black ribbon.
“Perfect! Now it looks like you have a neat and tidy bun.”
Salomon got up and his legs ached from the strained position. In addition to all the other discomfort now his head felt like he was wearing some sort of tight cap that poked him everywhere with little metal pins and the fake bun was pulling and tugging with the slightest move.
“What is that?” Annika asked, as she looked at the dining area.
Salomon was pleased that she noticed he already set the table.
“Why are there three place settings, Salomon?”
“But I thought…” he was sharply interrupted.
“How many times to I have to point it out to you? This is a dinner for Verena and I only! Don’t you understand that?”
The stern tone in her voice almost compelled him to reply “Yes, Miss Annika.” but before he could say anything she pointed over to the living room area.
“There is a little package on the couch table, go and fetch it.”
Salomon minced over and picked up a pink velvet ring box with a ribbon bow on top.
“Open it up.”
Salomon opened it and there was a large silver ring inside. It was about an inch wide and domed, almost like a shiny metal ball with a hole inside. Across the polished surface the words “Property of Verena” were engraved.
“I’m making a commitment today, Salomon. When I present this to her I will say:”
“Dear Verena, I feel ready now to take on the responsibilities we talked about. As I put on this ring I commit these hands to work tirelessly for your and my own benefit. This ring shall be a symbol of the duties you expect me to take over in our relationship and it will stay on until you say otherwise. This I promise solemnly to you.”
“Tonight is Important Salomon! I want this to be the perfect evening for me and Verena. What I need you to do is to silently serve the food and pour the wine, without intruding in any way. You can’t be sitting on the table with us or casually chatting. Do you understand that? Can you do that for me, or do I need to cancel this whole thing after all?”
“Ok, ok, I get it. I just thought…”
“I need this, Salomon! Don’t mess this up. I promise, you won’t be left out later tonight. Actually, I need you to be there when I present the ring, ok? After you cleared the desert dishes you serve the champagne and you get ready with the box. I will give you a sign. When I snap my fingers you bring out the ring. Put your hands across and on top of each other, palms facing up and your thumbs pointing forward. That’s how you carry the opened box. You come over to me, stand on my left side and smile. I will take it from there. Got it?”
“Good. Now come over here, face me, crouch.”
She seized his chin and pulled a lipstick tube from her purse
“What is that, Ann?”
“Shush! Purse your lips like that, I'll just apply a little gloss to make them look pretty. It is a bit sticky too, so every time you try to open your mouth it will remind you that you are not supposed to talk. There, all done. Now your lips are sealed, as they say. Off to the kitchen you go, Verena will be here any moment.”
She gave him a playful little slap to the butt as he turned around.
“Oh, and Salomon?”
“Call me Annika, for the time being.”
It was a lovely evening for the girls, not so much for Salomon.
When Verena arrived, Annika had him hide in the kitchen until they were ready for dinner.
Of course Verena would insist to get changed and dressed up for the occasion as well when she saw Annika in her marvellous dress. It took her almost two hours to get ready while Salomon suffered in his increasingly agonizing outfit. He had to stand in his uncomfortable shoes for the whole time as there was no space to sit in the kitchen. The heat from the oven raised the temperature in the small in the room and he felt even more itchy, sore and hot inside the confining garments. The lip gloss was not just a “little” sticky either. It had a horrible taste and basically glued his lips together. He was only able to pull them apart with some effort and then they would instantly stick again with the slightest touch. Even if he wanted to, he would be unable to speak like that. Eating was out of the question as well. He had expected to dine with them, now he couldn’t even have a bite in the kitchen while they were eating and he was hungry already.
When it was finally time to start serving the first course, Verena seemed less surprised, but rather amused by his appearance. She smiled and simply said “perfect” before she took a picture with her phone.
Surprised and startled by the flash, Salomon felt a cold shiver travel down his spine at the realization how humiliating it would be if anyone ever saw this picture. He wanted to protest, but his stuck together lips prevented him long enough to remember he was to stay quiet.
Salomon decided he would talk about the subject later. Besides, there was a very good reason not to ruin the evening that way.
Verena looked amazing in her silver grey pencil dress with a matching bodice and bolero jacket. Her legs in sheer nude hose and shiny peep toe pumps with red soles. Her blonde hair in a flawless updo and silver jewellery on her neck and wrist.
If Salomons lips had not stuck together, he would have stood there with a gaping mouth. The snapping of Annika’s fingers took him out of his daze and reminded him that he was supposed to put the food on the table and go back to the kitchen. His tucked away penis stirred uncomfortably during the process.
He remembered what Annika said about being the “third girl” and when she promised him he wouldn’t be left out later in the evening. All he wanted to do now was to make it all work out.
Even though he suffered, he would now smile as he served their plates. He would not intrude, but quietly stand aside observantly and hurry over to pour more wine as an empty glass was raised. He tried to play the best maid and servant he could and hoped it was just like Verena had imagined it to be.
Then it was time to present the ring. Salomon solemnly brought it out just like Annika had told him. Verena seemed moved by the vow. Just when Annika said “As I put on this ring…” She seized Salomon's hand and slipped it on his thumb. Before he realized what was going on she had already pushed it past his knuckle with some effort and finished with “...it will stay on until you say otherwise. This I promise solemnly to you.”
Salomon had no idea what had just happened as Verena and Annika hugged and kissed in front of him.
“That was beautiful, my dear. But know I will hold you to your vow and all that it implicates.”
“I’m not going to let you down, Verena.”
Salomon, who was trying to get off the heavy ring, pulled his lips apart so utter “What the…” but he was quickly cut short by a slap to the face by Annika.
“Be quiet, we are dealing with you in time.” She yelled and he instinctively winced.
“Oh, don’t be so harsh already, Annika. He is just confused.“ Verena said, then she turned to Salomon. “I believe it is time to explain a few things to you.”
She took her briefcase from under the dinner table and walked over the living room couch where she sat down. She placed the briefcase on top of the couch table and opened it.
Annika smacked Salomon’s hand when he was still fiddling with the ring that seemed impossible to be pulled past his knuckle again without hurting himself.
“Stop fidgeting, get over there and listen to Verena!” She grabbed his arm and made him stand on the opposite side of the little table and Verena handed him a bunch of papers to look at.
“It appears that you have made some rather risky deals and investments lately, Salomon. Some of them are outright illegal actually. Now, these deals have made the company a lot of money, so they are happy about that. However, even though the criminal involvement cannot be traced back to them and would end with nobody else but you into jail, they have decided it would be better to cease any connection to you and remove you from your position and the company entirely. I have been offered to replace you because of my deep knowledge of your department. I will also be in charge of keeping the original documents well secured.”
Salomon looked at the copied papers in disbelief. They all carried his signature and they all implicated him in some way. “That is ridiculous! I don’t remember signing any of these!”
Annika giggled when Salomon tried to sound angry, because in order for his lips not to stick together, he had to keep them open and purse them like a duck when talking.
Verena smiled. “Oh, I have no doubt about that, you hardly ever even asked about anything I gave you to sign, let alone reading it. Anyway, the company has terminated you today and left me in charge.”
“Impossible!” Salomon tried to shout “I’m not an idiot! I have a contract! They can’t just fire me like that. If I go down, they go down with me and they know that!”
“You are absolutely right, Salomon, you can’t be fired! But you can resign, and you did that just this morning. You terminated your contract of your own will. Here is your resignation with your signature.” She handed him another paper. “As I said before, you really should have read everything I gave you to sign.”
“But… No! They can’t do that!” Salomon said, in desperation as he looked at the pages in his hand and the grave reality of things occurred to him.
“You are absolutely right!” Verena replied: “That is exactly what I told them as well, and I insisted that you should be hired back immediately. In fact, you already signed your new job contract. You will receive minimum wage of course and you are going to be included in the temp secretary pool. I have pulled a few strings to make sure you are assigned to me for most of the time. Of course I will also have a permanent secretary who will act as your supervisor in my office.”
“From tomorrow morning you will report to Inge, the head of the temp department. I believe you know her. I remember you had a fight with her about one of her girls named Tanya, or “stupid fat girl” as you called her, when she spilled hot coffee on your pants one morning. It was not a very nice incident for anyone involved. I am sure she has forgotten all about it.”
“Anyway, Inge insists that you need undergo severe assessment training for a few weeks. That will require you to be one hour early every morning for the time being. Since you will be the only male in the department she has decided you will be issued the same standard company uniform like everyone else, including blouses and skirts.”
“Due to your criminal history you had to agree to a probationary period of two years during which you may be fired on the spot without stating a reason and you will receive no vacation days. Any days I am absent myself, you will be assigned to other tasks or departments at Inge’s discretion.
I am sure she will tell you everything in detail tomorrow morning at 6:30. Be sure to be early rather than late. Once you have been briefed about your new duties and schedules you will report to Tanya my new secretary."
“I believe that is enough for now, and I realize it is a big change and there is a lot for you to take in. Now, here is what we will do. Annika?”
Verena raised her hand and Annika walked over and dropped Salomons car key into her palm. “You understand that with your job you also lost your privileges to that BMW the company issued you. It is mine now, and I decided to make this a symbol for you to make up your mind.”
She placed the key on the table, next to the briefcase. “Annika and I will go to the bedroom now to celebrate my birthday. We will grant you one hour to make up your mind.”
She pointed at the bedroom.
“When I come out of this door again, there are two possibilities.”
“You either have taken this key and left. From that moment on you will be on the run from the authorities and the law, and you will very likely end up in jail.”
“Or you will accept everything I just told you. In that case you will still be here, in this outfit with this ring on your thumb that declares my authority over you, and you will be cleaning up behind us.”
As they closed the door behind them kissing, Salomon picked up the key and looked at it for a moment. Then he sighed and put it down to go and do the dishes.