Maid in Paris: Checking Out
By Skinnie Stallion
Well, we saw the start of this in 'Packing for Paris' (https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2025/07/new-art-packing-for-paris.html ). It was clear Jane was expecting some big changes during their stay in the fashion capital. Sorry London. Sorry Milan. Did someone mention New York? You are 'aving a larf!
We've already seen and read about Jane and Andy crossing the hotel lobby "In Paris" ( https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2022/11/new-art-in-paris.html ) and seen their sweet return "In Paris 2" ( https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2022/11/new-art-in-paris-part-2.html ).
You read about it all here in 'Maid in Paris' ( https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2025/09/welcome-back-to-shiny-lens-and-more.html ) . And now we witness see the consequences.
A week in Paris had helped him develop some perspective. As soon as they unpacked in Paris, he should have recognised that the issues with his luggage had a broader intent. It had always been his Aunt’s plan to take him away from his narrow, fixed viewpoint. Getting him away from home, even from Fullerton Hall, was important for that. With hindsight, his only fault was in not seeing it coming, but that had probably been her point: he hadn’t. He’d allowed himself to get trapped in his own microcosm. A view of himself and the world that confined him, restricted within his expectations about what was possible or what he wanted.
Jane was determined to use their trip to Paris as a pivot point. Back home, wearing make-up and dressing up had become a game to him. He liked the pretence that he was allowing her some fun by letting her do his make-up. He felt comfortable hiding in the mindset that he was merely dressing up for her rather than satisfying a deep seated personal need of his own. He would playfully resist. She would insist. Eventually he’d succumb. He liked to think that he was succumbing purely to please her. He could never acknowledge to himself that it was his heart’s desire.
He’d dress up for a few hours and that would be it. Yes, those dressing up sessions would often lead to his head getting clamped between her legs with his tongue lapping her. But that was all for her benefit and pleasure. He liked to think that he would be there anyway. He still liked to regard himself as her boyfriend. A much younger boyfriend maybe, but still a boyfriend. He’d tried to boast to Chantelle that he was foremost in Jane’s affections because he knew Jane intimately in that way. He’d discovered with dismay from Chantelle that Jane liked to treat her girlfriends in this way. Chantelle had explored Jane’s hard button and soft inner lips. But he’d dismissed that as purely incidental. He was her boyfriend. What other boyfriends did she see? Only him.
True, apart from their kisses Jane never allowed him other intimacy. He’d never even had the temerity to ask. He’d assumed she’d foresworn cock after her husband’s death seeking more sophisticated pleasures. At least she’d not foresworn men. She had him after all, he liked to think. He’d read in The Economist that one in five high-earning women seeks a ‘boy toy’. The article might have been a bit negative about age differences but what did that matter if, like him, you had the good fortune to be that ‘boy toy’? A ‘boy toy’ for a lady like Jane seemed the highest accolade. Spending his evening pressed between her thighs, nuzzling and licking seemed like heaven. He convinced himself that this was how life was with a powerful girlfriend: a power dresser and elite businesswoman. How many would envy him for having a high flying alpha-girlfriend like his Aunt?
Paris has changed all that. The world has turned. His world has turned: a new one has opened up for him. His Aunt has opened his horizons and given him a new perspective on life. He’s opened up. She’s opened him. He knows his place and he’s slowly admitting to himself that he’s loving it.
Yes, Jane still orders him about in public when he's dressed as her maid but that's how Parisiennes treat their maids. He may look glum, but it’s more a deep, reflective reverie than resentment. He’s resigned to his fate. He’s willing to play the part when the perks of the role are so intense. The highs of being her girlfriend are worth it. He knows her public disdain hides a private passion. And he does get to be her girlfriend. Not her boyfriend, her girlfriend. Being her girlfriend is much better. Memories of that first walk through the hotel lobby holding her hand when all heads turned to see them together still give him tingles. Almost as much as the treasured memory of when she first fucked him.
A French maid may appear bubbly and flirtatious in the fictional world of films and farces but, in the real world, much of the time it’s a life of drudgery and servitude carrying out menial tasks. ‘Clean my shoes, Andrew.’ ‘Run my bath, Andrew.’ ‘Help me dress, Andrew.’ ‘Carry the shopping bags to the car, Andrew. Don’t let the porter do it. I don’t want anything getting crushed.’ A constant litany of demands and instructions. He’s still adjusting to that. Sometimes he has to pinch himself to remind him that he’s a boy, a man even. Part of him feels that he ought to be more assertive. He can’t quite accept his submissive side and how easily he’s succumbed to his Aunt’s desires right down to having his ears pierced and wearing over-large hoop earrings.
He’s given up being concerned about people seeing him walking round as a maid. It’s better wearing the full ensemble than just a dress or heels. The lipstick, the make-up, the heels, the stay-up stockings, the dress and, truth be told, the earrings help. He can wear a dress in public without fear. OK, Jane does prefer him in a latex uniform (so does he), but it’s still just a maid’s dress. In Paris or in high society, a maid is an accepted sight: no-one is going to give a maid a second glance. They don’t need to know that he’s a boy. It’s partly why he’s adopted the sullen look. If he looked too bubbly, anyone might think he was just a sissy or a cross-dresser. That’s why having Jane order him about is so helpful. It actually makes life easier. Call it method acting. He’s playing the role of a maid while living the life of a girlfriend.
Although he takes insane pleasure in her locking him each night in her locking him in his metal choker with its engraved, personalised padlock, he’s glad that he only wears it in the bedroom. For now. No-one else need see. No-one else need know that she likes attaching reins to his collar. Her attaching her reins to him signifies her ownership. Her attaching reins means that she’s fully in control when she rides him.
If he has a concern, it’s how things will go when they get home. Things may be fine in Paris. Even if the hotel staff know he’s a boy and checked in as her nephew, it doesn’t matter: everything is treated with French insouciance and Gallic sangfroid. What’s worrying him is that Jane has been very clear that she expects him to still be her maid when they get back to Fullerton Hall. That’s part of the deal. She’s even talked about sending to a maid training school that she’s heard about at somewhere called Knightley Hall. (Privately he wonders if there’s a family connection. He might be willing to do that if he got to meet Keira. He’s always liked Keira. He wishes he could look like her.)
Apparently she’d known from when he first started playing with her make-up and ‘borrowing’ her high heels as a child. She said what cemented it for her was giving his bottom a little lick a month ago as a reward for getting his face covered in her juices. He’d not realised his reaction but she’d noticed. That tell-tale puckering and dilation told her all she needed to know: he was ready for the next step.
Jane has promised him a few days when they can both enjoy some fresh sea air and get a tan before they head to Caen for the ferry home. He now understands why she brought the Healey rather than the Rolls or the BMW. She wants to fit in with Deauville’s vintage charm and be able to show off her maid where it matters. But she's also bought him a nice Courrèges leather mini-dress for a night out at the casino and a strapless latex bustier and pants for going clubbing. It isn't just her maid she plans to show off: he knows she's very proud of her girlfriend.
He takes their bags to the car while Jane settles the bill and speaks to hotel management. They've been most accommodating and understanding.
So what if some people realise that he’s a boy. Few will. Even if they do, girls and older women will envy his looks and his outfits. Men will find themselves attracted to him regardless. Around Paris and in the hotel, they’ve been reacting to him like seeing a bitch on heat. And, he has to accept that is what he’s become: a bitch on heat. On heat for his Auntie. He’s always loved Jane but this is different. Now he understands how Jane has helped him find his true self.
He's still not sure whether it was accident or design that a paparazzi snapped them as they crossed the hotel lobby. Was it part of Jane's plan or the hotel blackmailing its guests? (So many illicit liaisons must occur under their roof that it probably makes an attractive sideline for the hotel or its staff.) Either way, the photo never made the press because Jane bought it and had copies made for him and her, as well as sending one as a postcard to Will. Did she really have to do that? Was she trying to make him jealous or tell him something?
And now Andy has spotted a telephoto lens peeking out from the bushes opposite the hotel. He's sure it's the same photographer. He's not going to lower his head, nor put the bags down to try and shield his face. (His Chanel and Balmain bags are far too nice to get dirty or scuffed!) No! He's going to keep his head up. He's not going to look ashamed. He's going to look serious. A serious maid going about serious work. A maid doing exactly what her Mistress demands. He's good at that. Jane tells him that every night.
His confidence has grown. This time it will be Andy who's going to walk over to the photographer while Jane chats to the hotel manager. He's going to demand that the photographer surrenders his SD card. It will be Andy who get prints made when they get to Deauville. It will be him who sends a postcard to Will. And if Will doesn't like it, that'll be his look out. However, judging by the WhatsApp Andy received yesterday, Will has already received Jane's postcard. He not only understands; he's jealous. Andy wants to keep him like that, at least until they get home. Jane has told him that she likes Will and that she's going to very happy to share her girlfriend. Now Andy totally gets why some girls tease.
Jane has promised him that tonight they’re going clubbing in Deauville. He likes the outfit she’s chosen for him. She likes it too. Her fingers can go exactly where she wants them to go. No need for the elasticated rear waist band like she demanded at Balmain. She’ll be able to stand beside him or dance closely with him and show her love for him. He’s totally her girl.
And tonight he definitely wants to get fucked by the lady he adores. He knows he’ll sleep soundly in her arms.
