My head was sort of slumped on my steering wheel. I was in a complete state of confusion. Trying to comprehend what had happened. I felt almost euphoric . Tense yet excited. Elated but the first pangs of shame and guilt in my head. I was abruptly shaken out of my misgivings by another knock on my car door window. My senses once again back to the car parked in front of me. I looked up through my car window to be taken aback by the sight of a female face. A very pretty lady in her late 40's early 50's. I was mesmerised by her makeup and obvious classy appearance. She was mouthing something that I eventually understood. She was asking if I was alright. I unconvincingly said yes. She didn't seem to believe me . Telling me she had seen the latter part of what happened but was afraid to try and stop the men. I was thinking oh thank God you didn't. It was then my thoughts about what had happened became crystal clear yes I wanted it I enjoyed it and knew I would want more. She said you can't go home like that I only live a minute away follow me in your car you can get washed and cleaned up before you go home. There was a tone in her voice of authority that I only recognised later. Nevertheless I did as she instructed. We arrived at her house a a fairly secluded gated property of average size . She got out of the passenger door and I obviously realised she wasn't driving . Somebody else was in the car. I couldn't make out who it was the car a Range Rover Vogue blacked out windows accounting for my apparent stupidity. As she came over to my car I could see that she was dressed impeccably. She said for me to come on in. I entered her hallway surprised at my lack of nerves. She beckoned me into the living room. Telling me to take my skirt and blouse off and the maid would launder them for me. She read my mind don't worry it won't take long. I felt embarrassed in front of her not knowing what to do. Look the sooner you give me your clothes the sooner you get home. I felt my hands undoing the buttons on my blouse. Slipping it off my shoulders almost strip tease like. She said come on now the skirt. I slipped it down my legs now standing only in my purple satin and black lace bra matching panties underbust corset my six strap suspender belt underneath my corset attached to my black ff stockings and finally my high heel shoes. She eyed me up and down taking my skirt and blouse off the floor. She called out Sarah where are you. A tall slender girl dressed in the maids outfit we all imagine in our dreams came into the room courtesied and took the clothes off her. She said Sarah show what is your name? I said shyly Ellen. She said show Ellen the bathroom you can wash your face. I looked in the bathroom mirror at my totally disheveled face lipstick smudged mascara run down my face . I wiped the cum still in my hair off and washed my face clean. I heard her shout come on Ellen hurry up don't take all day. Devoid of my makeup I sheepishly returned to the living room. She said come and sit here by the fire and get warm. I sat down on the sofa not right next to her and was aware of her frown. Move closer I am not going to bite. The Authority in her voice foreboding I siddled along and she said you are dressed very tart like. I thought she was mocking me but no she seemed sort of interested in my lingerie her eyes glancing up and down my body . She said judging by your previous makeup you have been dressing for a long time. I nodded thinking what am I doing here. She told me something that surprised me. The maid Sarah was in fact her son. She caught him dressed when he was 15 and even after her admonishments he still dresed. The outcome being he now lives as a woman and fulfilling his desire to be a maid. That is why you are here now. I imagined my son in your situation and could not leave you there. I was conscious of her hand on my leg not sexually more in a comforting way. I couldn't help myself I could feel my erection in my panties . I moved my hand to cover it but she laughed and said she had already noticed it don't worry I know I can have that effect on men but you dressed as a sissy slut. She said what do you call yourself I said Ellen. She said that suits you. She called Sarah are Ellen's clothes ready. Sarah brought them in freshly cleaned and ironed . She said it is getting late. My mind had been working overtime. I had imagined almost every sexy fantasy possible. Now I was being told to go home . Deflated disappointed and somewhat humiliated I got dressed . She seemed to sense my state of mind and kissed me full on the lips not long but warm and passionate. I wanted to continue and hold her but her arm gently pushed me away. She said be patient you will hear from me in a while. I left and without knowing it I was back in my car driving out the electric gates. What did she mean. How was she going to contact me.💋xxx