"Manny. Manny. MANNY! You betta get yo' sweet black ass over here. Now!"
"Commin Missy Columbia," Manny responded as she hurried upstairs to her mistress' bedroom. Manny felt a little more than mortified as she did so. She was wondering what new imagined slight her mistress was going to accuse her of now. "That chil' does love lording over folk," she thought to herself. She had to bite her lip to "remind her of 'her place'".
It wasn't easy being a black woman in the 1930's in South Carolina living on the estate of Doctor Fogg and his pampered daughter, Miss Columbia Fogg. Being Missy columbia's personal lady's maid made it just that much more difficult.
"Oh Missy Columbia had her good points... I guess," Manny thought, but that girl also had a reputation in practically the entire state--at least of the eligible beaus--of being a tease and a heartbreaker. A difficult girl that Missy Columbia. She certainly wasn't much different as a chil' when the Doctor chose her, Manny, the beautiful daughter of one of his sharecroppers, to be his little girl's companion and playmate. They grew up together, played together, and shared secrets together. But now that Missy Columbia was 'of age', Manny's 'proper place' was now as her childhood companion's maid. And with this damned depression going on, having a position in the household of the only prosperous landowner in the state "...sho' beats bein' po'." Besides her papa was ailin', and her position at the big house was his protection against getting tossed out like the good Doctor had done to other sharecroppers on the estate.
"Not much better 'en the ol' slave days," Manny dared to think. "Damn," she thought, "I kin get inta trouble even thinkin' like that," she reminded herself. "It's that damned rake, William, that nice lookin' Pullman Porter she'd occasionally see on her days off," she thought. "Him an' his copies of that damned 'Daily Defender' he'd show her." But he was a dandy, and those articles by W. E. B. DuBois and others opened up a forbidden world to her, a world of possibilities, a world of where it don't matter the color of your skin.
"Nuf of that girl," Manny chastised herself to bring her back to 'reality.' Reaching her mistress' bedroom, she straightened out her uniform, took a deep breath and opened the door.
"There you all are you bad girl," Missy Columbia said as she spun around when Manny entered. Missy Columbia was wearing only her silk lingerie, stockings and boots. Her blond tresses swept about her. And it's not as if Manny hadn't seen her mistress in such dress before, but this sight of her beauty momentarily took her breath away.
"I'm bored Manny. I'm bored and it's hot. 'N daddy's gone off to his lab at the University to do some tests on rails or some other damned thing for the damned railroad. What am I to do, Manny?" Columbia whined.
"Now a proper lady don' swear like that Missy Columbia," Manny ventured. She was also secretly relieved that her mistress was only bored and not seriously angry.
"I don't give a damn Manny. It's hot, and I'm bored."
"Manny," Columbia said with a slight devilish smile.
"Yes Missy Columbia," Manny replied. She knew her mistress was up to something.
"Manny, did you use some of my Parisian perfume last weekend?"
For just the briefest, unnoticeable (hopefully) moment Manny froze. She had 'borrowed' some of that perfume when she saw William that weekend.
"Why no Missy Columbia, I didn't"
"You're a liar, Manny. You're a damned liar. You're a liar 'cause I smelled it on you all when you went out."
"But..."
"Shut up you damn liar. Now I'm going to have to punish you."
Columbia sidled up next to Manny and ran her fingers across the maid's uniform, down her arm, and across her hair. Manny smiled. These were the same games they played as little girls.
"Don't you think it's hot, Manny?"
"Yes 'mam."
"Then you need to be punished with no clothes on. Take 'em off."
Manny obediently started taking off her uniform dress. She did this slow and seductively like her mistress liked. Then she started taking off her underwear. Her mistress let her keep her panties on though, and to spice things up, she gave her a pair of her long leather gloves to wear.
"You look real nice, Manny," her mistress said as she once again traced her fingers across Manny's naked body. Manny felt a thrill of excitement.
The mistress then went to her closet and pulled out long lengths of rope. Manny started getting scared because this meant more than just some girl-girl fondling in bed. Yet Manny was turned on.
