This goes back to when I was in college. Phil, a classmate, and I rented a small house in Buena Park while we attended CSF. Phil worked nights at Bekins, moving storage boxes and around, and I worked nights in a machine shop. We would always try to impress each other with what we got at work.

One night I was bored at work, so I fashioned a penis out of aluminum stock, and polished it all up as a joke. When I got home that night, Phil had four large boxes on the front room floor. I asked about the boxes, and he said they could not figure out who they belonged to. The company was going to toss them out, so he took them home. I laughed and said I had something better. I pulled the aluminum penis out of my jacket pocket and proudly showed it off. He smiled and said, “Let’s look in the boxes.”

I went into the kitchen and got us a couple of beers, and came back. He opened the first box, and pulled out some woman’s lingerie. It was vintage lingerie from the 1920’s. We laughed and then he pulled out the next item; it was a maid’s dress, long and black, and had a ruffled white apron along with it. We both smiled. Then he pulled out a pair of high heels, size 9. He snickered and said somebody is not happy about missing this box. Then he pulled a long, blonde wig out of the box.

I was thinking to myself that Phil won our contest tonight. Phil looked at the heels and said they were too small for him, but they would fit me. I agreed, and Phil said I should put them on. Just having fun, I did, and we laughed. Then he said, “Why not put the whole uniform on with the lingerie.” At first I hesitated, and Phil said who is going to know? So, what the heck, I took them all into my bedroom and put them on.

When I had finished and came out of the bedroom, Phil jumped up and placed handcuffs on me behind my back, and said “I got ya!” As I was moving towards my room, he tackled me, and a small rope appeared out of his hands which he tied my ankles. Bound and subdued, I lay there. Phil then helped me up and over to the kitchen table and sat me down in a chair. “I found all this makeup and jewelry in the second box,” he said. I replied, “Oh no, you don’t.” But I could not get away.

Phil then made up my face, and then placed jewelry on me, and then fluffed up the wig. Then he stepped back, and admired his work. He ran off into his room and came back with his camera. He also shut and locked my bedroom door so that I could not get into it. I protested, but to no avail. Phil took picture after picture of me, and at all angles. He then unlocked the handcuffs, and snapped pictures of me with my hands free, so that the pictures would show me willingly being a maid.