A Year in the Life of... Chapter 3

"Oh, hi Ibrahim, I thought you'd left." He stammered, fully aware of his smooth, hairless nakedness.

"I was fetching your uniform; the tailor and his assistants work very quickly and Mistress Danni is a highly valued customer. Your uniform is on the bed and here is a letter for you." Ibrahim replied, once more dressed and again smiling that shark grin of his.

He smiled back and took the letter, casting a cursory glance at the clothing on the bed. He didn't notice any livery which was strange; all butlers' uniforms had livery...didn't they? He opened the letter and took a closer look at the uniform. He gave the articles a quizzical glance and began to move them around the bed, laying each item out separately. Okay, so the first item was a black skirt...and those were stockings...that's a blouse, those looked like incredibly small, black panties and what would appear to be a matching bra. Oh and there's a sort of wide belt with laces at the back and oh yes, there on the floor were a pair of high heeled shoes...nice shoes.

"So Ibrahim, no mistake made at the tailors then? We don't seem to have the wrong outfit kind of thing?" He asked, half turning towards him.

Ibrahim shook his head, but that was okay he thought, because this is obviously some sort of test. So he'd play the game and then they'd all have a big laugh; it would prove to Mistress Danni that he could be obedient and then Ibrahim would bring out the butlers uniform with all the livery and...yes, of course, everyone knows that butlers are shaved all over...Oh fuck.