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Felicity Submits

By: sawandsword



The following story is a tale of a young woman who discovers her Submissive nature. If you are looking for a quick sex story, you might want to pass this one by. 

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"I don't know why our bank sold the mortgage to the farm to another bank," Carl Samson said in disgust as he weaved through the city traffic. "The farm is starting to bounce back. We'll be caught up with our payments in no time."

Carl's wife Emily sat quietly in the passenger seat of the SUV and gazed out the passenger window. She politely listened to her Husband's rants, but she didn't honestly believe them.

Their eight hundred acre farm hasn't been as productive as usual for the last three years. The farm had produced a lower yield of crops each year which forced the middle aged farmer to make smaller and smaller mortgage payments. At the moment he was barely able to pay two thirds of what he owed each month.

"George Bertram has been our Banker for fifteen years," the weathered farmer continued grumbling. "So, we're a little behind. We'll get caught back up. There was no need for his bank to sell out mortgage to bigger bank."

"Carl, George Bertram had to sell our mortgage, or he'd have been forced to foreclose. He said it was the only way they could let us keep the farm." Emily instantly regretted speaking.

The big farmer didn't like it when his wife disagreed with him. He believed a woman needed to know her place. He believed that arguing with the man of the house was disrespectful.

"Damn it, woman, don't be telling me how to run my farm," Carl snapped.

"I'm sorry," Emily said in an apologetic tone. "I didn't mean to sound like I was arguing with you."

"You'd better not be arguing with me. I'm the man of the house, and a man should be shown respect by his women." Glancing over his right shoulder, Carl said, "Right Felicity?"

"Yes Papa," the couple's pretty daughter quietly replied. Felicity knew better than to disagree with her Papa. On more than one occasion, back talk had resulted in Felicity being laid across Her Papa's lap and her bottom being spanked with a leather belt. Even at eighteen her Papa still spanked her for disagreeing him. 

Although after her eighteenth Birthday, Papa administered punishment by pulling her panties down, and using his hand on her bare bottom.

Felicity could feel her Papa's erection pressing against her tummy each time he spanked her naked backside. The punishments always left the young girl feeling confused, and humiliated. 

Emily hated that her Husband had started spanking their Daughter's bare bottom with his hand. She had seen the lust in his eyes when he disciplined the girl, and she'd noticed his erections afterward, but the timid woman didn't know what to do to stop this.

Each night after spanking Felicity, Carl would take his Wife to bed and fuck her hard.

Emily could see the powerful lust in Carl's features as he ravaged her. She suspected that even though her Husband was using her body to satisfy his sexual needs, he was thinking of Felicity. The timid woman knew that if she didn't keep a close eye on their Daughter, sooner or later, Carl would do something that was completely unthinkable. 

"The bank is up ahead on the left," Emily said.

"I see it," the frustrated farmer snapped.

Emily's face flushed, and her pussy twitched because of her Husband's rebuke. She knew that when they got home he would punish her for repeatedly speaking up when she should have stayed quiet. The thought of being spanked by him, and then tied up and fucked afterwards, caused the submissive housewife's heart to beat faster.

"Fifty miles," Carl grumbled. "We will have to drive fifty miles one way to speak to our Banker from now on."

"Carl, dear, we'll get by. You've always made ends meet, and you will continue to make ends meet. Once the mortgage payments are lowered, we'll be able catch up on our past due bills." Emily had said this to make her husband feel like a good provider. 

"Yeah, we'll get by." Carl pulled into the bank's parking lot. "And with our new interest rate, we'll be able to start putting a little away each year during the good seasons."

Maxwell Stern, the Bank's President, sat behind his desk looking the Samson Family's mortgage papers over. 

Normally, loan officers handled this job, but three of his loan officers were away at a banking conference. 

Maxwell looked up at the couple with a furrowed brow on his handsome forty year old features. "Mr. Samson, I see that you have been making reduced payments for nearly three years. I must inform you that the bank cannot lower your interest rate, or monthly payments until the back payments are caught up."

Carl Samson scowled at the Bank President. "How am I supposed to catch up on my back payments when I barely make enough to make reduced payments as it is?

Mr. Stern laid the paperwork down. "I really don't know what I can do for you." He looked at the Samson's teenage daughter. He couldn't help but notice that even though she wore very little makeup, and a dress that was meant to be worn by a woman twice her age, the girl was a real beauty.

With her long flowing red hair, and her face lightly covered with freckles, she looked absolutely gorgeous. The dress she wore didn't hide the fact that she was well developed for her age.

Mr. Stern had taken in the sight of Felicity's young body when she first entered his office.

Felicity's figure was that of a woman who was in her mid twenties. Her breasts were easily a C cup, possibly a small D. At five foot seven, Felicity had a long, narrow torso. Her hips were full, and her round buttocks filled out the dress quite nicely. The dress she wore hid her long legs from the knees up, but it was obvious by looking at her calves, that the girl had great looking legs.

The Banker could also tell by her demeanor that the girl was naturally submissive, a trait that he desired in his sex partners. He suspected that she was untouched, which made her even more desirable. Maxwell Stern's manhood twitched as he discreetly looked the girl over. He began to ask himself if his cock would fit completely inside the young woman's pussy.

Maxwell had only found one woman who could accommodate his whole cock.

Most women could only take about two thirds of it inside their pussies.

But with Felicity's full hips, and her long torso, her young vagina might be deep enough to take his full length inside her pussy.

His twitching cock reminded the Bank President that Felicity's Parents were also in the room. Turning his gaze back to the girl's father, the Banker made a suggestion. "There is a way to get your interest rates, and monthly payments reduced."

"What would that be?"

"I am a bachelor. Therefore I have to keep a live in housekeeper to cook for me and take care of my home. My last house keeper was let go a few days ago. I could offer your Daughter the job. Part of her salary could be used to catch your mortgage payments up. Also I could incorporate your back due amount into your current monthly payments so that you are no longer behind on your payments. It would be a win, win situation for both of us. You would get the new interest and lower monthly payments, and I would have a new house keeper. Your Daughter does know how to cook and clean, doesn't she?"

"You're damn right she knows how to cook and clean. Every girl should know how to take care of a house."

"Carl," Emily quickly cut in. "We can't expect Felicity to go to work to pay off our back due bills."

The big farmer scowled at his wife. "Felicity is eighteen years old. It's about time she got a job and made a life for herself. And it won't hurt her one bit to help out with getting the back payments caught up. Isn't that right Felicity?"

"Yes Papa," the naturally submissive girl replied without looking up.

The Bank President noticed that both women took a posture of complete surrender because of the man's scowl. He resisted the urge to smile. He knew that very soon the pretty farm girl would be under his roof and in his employ. With her natural submissiveness it wouldn't take him very long to bend the girl to his will and turn her into his personal toy. "Then do we have a deal?"

Carl Samson's gaze fell on his pretty Daughter. He'd been waiting for his pretty Daughter to turn eighteen so he could break her in properly. The only reason he hadn't yet was because Emily was keeping a close eye on the girl.

But now, with Felicity moving out of the house, the big farmer would never get the chance to bed her. 

The farm came first, however.

Maxwell Stern spotted the momentary look of regret, mixed with desire on the farmer's face as he gazed at his pretty Daughter. 

It was obvious that Mr. Samson desired to bed the girl.

Carl nodded his head. "Yeah, we got a deal."

Emily hated giving her Daughter to this man to work as his servant. But then again, she knew deep in her heart that if Felicity stayed in their house much longer, Carl would find an opportunity to bed their Daughter. The thought of her Husband ravaging Felicity was just too much for Emily to bear. Besides, the woman could see the Dominant streak in Mr. Maxwell. 

He was obviously a man who was used to getting his way. He was also a rich Banker who could take care of Felicity's needs.

Emily had spotted the hunger in Mr. Stern's eyes whenever he looked at her Daughter. She knew he would want Felicity as his own.

The man wouldn't be satisfied with just taking Felicity to bed. He would want to possess her as his own.

An image of Felicity lying across Mr. Stern's lap; her bare bottom sticking in the air, as he spanked her, flashed through Emily's mind. In her imagination, Felicity was wearing a wedding ring. The submissive housewife began to see the powerful Banker as a prospective Son in Law. She had no doubt that this powerful, Dominant man was just what her little girl needed. She forced back the smile that threatened to spread across her face.

Emily kept a very close eye on Felicity as they waited for the day for her to move out. She knew her Husband would be looking for any opportunity to take the girl's virginity before she left home.

Carl began to get frustrated that Emily was obviously keeping Felicity from him. He was tempted to force the issue, but he knew that if he did, his Wife would leave him.

She would tolerate anything he did, but not sleeping with their Daughter.

On the evening before Felicity was to move out, Emily took her Daughter out to the barn so she could talk to the girl without her Husband overhearing.

"Sweetheart, I want you to know that I am going to miss you very much," Emily said, her voice filled with sadness. 

"I'm going to miss you too Mama."

"I know in my heart that this will be a good thing for you." Emily wasn't sure just how much she should tell the girl. She decided to give her just enough information to prepare her Daughter for her future without frightening her. "Always remember that a submissive woman doesn't argue with her Husband, or her employer. When Mr. Stern gives you instructions, you follow them to the letter."

Felicity nodded. "I will Mama."

Emily burst into tears. She grabbed her Daughter and held her tight.

Felicity's own tears began to run down her cheeks.

The two women held each other and cried until there were no more tears left.

The following day Felicity was dropped off at Maxwell Stern's home with the two suitcases that held all of her personal belongings. 

The arrangement had been made that Felicity would be dropped off on Saturday so that Mr. Stern could be home.

As the young woman stood in the driveway, she watched Papa back out. Her Mama's cheeks were covered in tears. Felicity wanted to cry as well, but she couldn't show up for work crying.

Papa took one final look at Felicity. A deep sense of regret set in as he gazed at his beautiful Daughter. 

She would never be his for the taking. 

Carl tore his gaze from her, and then put the SUV in drive and pulled away.

Felicity watched her parents drive away until the SUV rounded the next corner and disappeared from sight. She then turned her gaze on the huge house. 

The place wasn't quite large enough to be called a mansion. But it was certainly bigger than her parent's home. The house was even larger than their barn.

Felicity picked up her suitcases and approached the front door. She put one case down and rang the doorbell. Picking the suitcase back up, she waited for Mr. Stern to answer the door. 

A few minutes later the large door opened.

Mr. Stern stood in the doorway dressed in a black pullover shirt and black slacks. He looked the timid girl over and smiled approvingly. "Welcome to your new home, Felicity."

The girl gazed at her employer for a brief moment before lowering her gaze. "Thank you Sir. I'll do my best to keep your house very clean."

Mr. Stern gave the pretty girl a warm smile. "I'm sure you will." He took her bags and led her inside. "Your room is upstairs next to the staircase. My room is at the other end of the hall."

Felicity followed her employer as he led her up the large wooden staircase. She couldn't believe how large the great room of the house was.

The ceiling was two stories above the floor.

Mr. Stern led Felicity to her room, and placed her bags on the queen sized bed. 

Felicity noticed that the room was almost as big as her parent's living room. The outside wall had double windows to allow plenty of light in.

"What do you think?" Mr. Stern asked.

"It's a beautiful room, Sir."

"I'm glad you like it." He decided it was time to get down to business. "Felicity, as part of your duties you will prepare my breakfast, and then wake me precisely at six am. I like to wake up early so that I can get to the bank before my employees."

"Yes Sir, six am, Sir."

"I eat two slices of bacon, crisp, a poached egg, a half grapefruit, a piece of toast, lightly buttered, and a cup of coffee, black and strong."

"Yes Sir," Felicity quietly replied.

Mr. Stern decided it was time to put the girl to her first test. He approached the closet and slid the door open. "Your uniforms are hanging in here. You are expected to dress in these uniforms from the time you get up until you go to bed at night. You do not have to dress in them on your days off. Your days off will be on Saturdays and Sundays."

Felicity's gaze fell on what she assumed were her work uniforms. Her face reddened in embarrassment, but she remained quiet.

Five maid's uniforms hung inside the spacious closet.

To the pretty girl's dismay they were all the French maid uniforms. 

Two pairs of black six inch stiletto heeled shoes sat on the floor in one corner of the closet. 

Felicity had seen the style of uniforms on television before. Felicity knew they were designed to make the maid look sexy. She knew her Parents would not approve of her wearing such garments in front of her employer; especially her Papa. But Papa had made the bargain and it was up to Felicity to live up to it. 

If Papa wanted her to come home it was up to him to break the agreement, and come get her.

Maxwell had sized the girl up when she was at the bank, so he could purchase the clothes ahead of time. 

Felicity's measurements were fairly easy to guess. She appeared to be the same size as Maxwell's previous maid.

He hated firing the last girl, but she proved to be impossible to break.

Although the girl was submissive, she had been brainwashed by her Parents to never let a man touch her until after her wedding night. She also refused to wear French Maid's costumes, stating that her Parents would force her to quit if they saw her in such revealing garments.

Maxwell tried for months to bend the girl completely to his will, but she refused to give in completely. It took him weeks just to get her to agree to wear the French Maid's costumes. 

When she finally became too much of an aggravation to him, her found her a position with one of his married clients, and then threw out the outfits, not wanting to be reminded of her inability to completely submit.

Maxwell only hoped Felicity was more pliable.

The pretty eighteen year old stood in the room, staring at the costumes like they were poisonous snakes.

Maxwell decided to give Felicity a good reason why she had to wear a skimpy costume for work. "I know this isn't the usual uniform for a maid. However I frequently entertain clients. I also have visitors from time to time. I'm a wealthy bachelor. People expect me to maintain a certain lifestyle. That lifestyle includes having servants who look like servants."

"I understand Sir." Felicity didn't understand, but Mama had told her that you don't talk back to your employer, or Husband. Although she feared her Papa, she trusted Mama, and always took her advice to heart.

"The hats, bras, panties, and panty hose that go with the uniforms are in the top drawer of that dresser," Mr. Stern said as he pointed at the dresser. "You are expected to wear a complete uniform while on duty. No wearing personal undergarments with your uniform. Also you will wear a light amount of makeup that I have provided for you. The makeup kit is in the bathroom. I always expect my servants to look presentable when on duty, but I frown on too much makeup. Please don't try to cover your freckles with makeup. I personally think they look adorable on you."

"Thank you Sir," she replied, feeling slightly embarrassed by the compliment.

"While I am on the subject of appearance, you will wear your hair up, but not in a bun. In my opinion, buns make women look stern, and a servant should never look stern." 

Felicity nodded. "Yes Sir, light makeup; do not hide my freckles, and wear my hair up but not in a bun."

"Since this is the weekend you can stay dressed as you are. You will begin work bright and early Monday morning."

"Yes Sir," Felicity quietly replied as she stared at the revealing clothes.

Mr. Stern knew that if he gave the girl two days to think about what she was letting her self in for, he'd have his answer on just how submissive she is.

If Felicity submitted to her Father only, she would call to tell him about the skimpy maid's clothes, and then ask permission to come home. However, if the girl truly did have a submissive nature, she would show up Monday morning, dressed as expected, with his Breakfast prepared as instructed.

"Felicity, I expect you to spend this weekend familiarizing yourself with the house. You will find all the cleaning supplies in the kitchen and the laundry room. You're not expected to clean this weekend, but I do want you ready to start work on Monday. The only chore required of you on weekends is to make my bed and bring me a cup of coffee when I wake up. I eat out on weekends. I don't wake up on weekends until seven thirty, so you can sleep a little later on those days if you like. One more thing before I leave you. I run a disciplined household. Failure to do your job correctly will result in immediate disciplinary action. Is that understood?"

"Yes Sir," Felicity meekly replied. 

Just before Mr. Stern turned to leave her room, he said. "I believe you will find working for me quite pleasant as long as you do your work, and follow the rules."

On Monday morning, Felicity got up, took a shower, piled her long red hair on top of her head, and got dressed in one of her new uniforms, as she had been instructed. She stared at her reflection in the mirror.

The French maid's costume showed off the tops of her well developed breasts, and accentuated her rich, full figure. The bra was designed to push her breasts together, and lift them, giving her ample cleavage that peeked out of the top of the dress. The shortened hem that stopped an inch below her round buttocks and six inch stilettos made Felicity's long, sexy legs appear to be even longer. The stockings were black, and sheer. The hem of the dress was flared with a sliver of white ruffles sticking out from beneath the outer fabric.


Felicity Submits



Felicity realized that anytime she bent over while doing her duties, the ruffles would rise slightly, and the gusset of her black lace panties beneath her stockings would be visible for all to see.

The nervous girl stared at her reflection, not knowing how she could possibly appear before her employer or anyone else dressed like this. She looked like she was ready to be taken to bed by the lord of the manor in this revealing costume.

Mama's words once again returned to her thoughts.

Felicity would wear the skimpy uniform as instructed. She did like the tiny white ruffled cap that was pinned to her hair, however. She loved the way the cap sat at the front of her piled up red hair. Felicity thought the cap made her look cute.

Felicity glanced at the alarm clock sitting on her nightstand.

The time was five thirty.

Felicity headed downstairs. She felt awkward navigating the stairs in the stilettos. Felicity had never worn 6 inch heels in her life. It would take time to get used to walking in the obscenely high heeled shoes. She hoped that she didn't fall while carrying Mr. Stern's meal to his bedroom.

At that moment it dawned on the young woman that she would be entering a man's bedroom every morning to serve him Breakfast. Felicity wasn't sure if she would feel comfortable being in a man's bedroom.

At precisely five fifty five Felicity headed upstairs, carrying the tray of food. She almost fell as she climbed the stairs, but somehow managed to keep from dumping the food onto the stairwell. She did however spill a tiny drop of coffee onto the tray. 

Outside Mr. Stern's bedroom door, Felicity held the tray in one hand and reached out to knock on the door. Her hand shook as she lightly tapped on the door. "Mr. Stern it is six am Sir."

A moment later, Mr. Stern said. "Come in Felicity."

Felicity reluctantly entered the room, and closed the door. Keeping her eyes down, she placed the tray on the bed. She noticed that her employer was not wearing a shirt.

His hairy chest was muscular, and tanned.

He looked his new maid over, satisfied that he had bought the right size outfits.

Felicity was breathtaking in the costume. Her well ample cleavage alone was enough to make him want to drag her onto the bed and ravage her.

Tearing his eyes away from her beauty, Mr. Stern gazed at the meal before him. He immediately spotted the drop of spilled coffee. He forced back the smile that threatened to light up his face. His next opportunity to test his maid had presented itself. "Felicity, presentation is very important when serving a meal. You should have brought a small cloth with you to wipe up the spilled coffee before serving it to me."

Felicity's complexion glowed red with embarrassment. "I'm sorry Sir. I've never worn shoes like this before. It won't happen again."

Felicity, I expect excellent service, not excuses. Yesterday I told you that failure to do your job correctly would result in immediate disciplinary action. I see I'm going to have to show you that I mean what I say."

Expecting to be fired, Felicity waited for the man to tell her to gather her belongings and leave the property. She was not expecting his next words.

Pointing at the corner next to the bedroom door, he said in a firm tone, "Felicity, I want you to stand in that corner with your nose pressed against the paneling. You will stand there until I have finished my Breakfast."

Felicity lifted her gaze in shock. She was being punished like a child. "You want me to stand in the corner Sir?" 

"I do not want you to stand in the corner. However, I do expect you to do your job correctly."

Felicity immediately lowered her gaze. The pretty redhead felt like she was once again back home, facing her Papa's strict discipline. "Yes Sir."

She turned and approached the corner. Placing her nose against the corner, she stood there feeling abject shame. Her new position caused breasts to be pressed against the walls. Her nipples hardened because of the wood touching her sensitive breasts.

Mr. Stern was treating her like a child, yet there was nothing Felicity could do about it, but submit to his punishment.

The young woman wanted to go back to her room, pack her bags, and call her Papa to ask him to come and get her, but she knew that if she did, her Parents would lose the farm. Then she would have to face her Papa's wrath. Felicity stood there, obeying her employer's commands.

As Mr. Stern ate his meal, he took in the sight of Felicity's round bottom and well developed legs. He could tell by her trembling that the pretty girl felt completely humiliated.

Yet she stood there and took her punishment without question.

A smile of satisfaction crossed the Banker's chiseled features. He knew from experience that Felicity would begin feeling confused, humiliated, and strangely aroused because of her punishment. 

Felicity would not possibly be able to understand why she would feel this way.

Maxwell understood. Being a Dominant by nature, he completely understood a bottom's need to be controlled. He knew that the more ashamed and helpless Felicity felt, the stronger her sexual needs would be.

Felicity's need to be dominated would become stronger with each test. She would gradually surrender more of herself to him until finally she would completely submit to him.

He knew it would only be a matter of time before he had his way with this young woman. All he had to do was bend her to his will a little at a time, and eventually she would be his for the taking.

Felicity forced back the tears as she stood there. She knew her new employer was watching her. Her face became flushed at the thought that he was watching her endure her punishment.

As Mr. Stern slowly savored his morning meal, he continued to take in the sight of Felicity's sexy young body. He began to imagine what she would look like tied spread-eagle to his bed with a ball gag stuffed in her pretty mouth. He imagined what her pretty mouth would look like stretched wide by the gag. Mr. Stern could almost see Felicity's skirt lifted over her hips to expose her young virginal twat waiting for him to take her cherry at his leisure. 

'Was Felicity a virgin?' He silently asked himself. He had no doubt that her pussy had never been penetrated by a cock. That is unless that brutish Farmer had taken her virginity.

Maxwell Stern had seen the look of lust on the Farmer's face at the bank, and he could see why the man might want to fuck his Daughter, but he suspected that he hadn't worked up the courage yet.

Felicity was still far too innocent to have been fucked by her Father, or anyone else. Her very countenance told him that she was still untouched. 

Maxwell wondered what Carl Samson would think if he knew that he had given his sweet virginal Daughter to a ravenous wolf who intended to use her to sate his powerful sexual appetite. 

The arrogant bastard would never get the opportunity deflower the girl. The man was a fool to allow his teenage Daughter to move in here.

With time and patience, Felicity would indeed have her cherry taken. But it wouldn't be her overbearing Father who took it. 

Maxwell Stern finished off his Breakfast, and began sipping his coffee. As he gazed at Felicity's sexy young body his manhood began to stir. A devious thought ran through his mind. Perhaps he could give Felicity another test to see what her reaction would be. He began to stoke his manhood, making it good and hard.

Felicity stood there feeling more exposed than she'd ever felt before. She could feel her employer's eyes devouring her body. The shame she felt increased with each passing moment. Yet for some reason that she couldn't explain her loins began to throb ever so slightly. Felicity could feel her panties becoming wet. Her young mind was filled with confusing thoughts as she stood in the corner, allowing her employer to devour her body with his eyes.

Felicity's thoughts flashed to Mr. Stern's hairy chest. She imagined running her fingers through the thick hair on his chest. She quickly admonished herself for allowing such wicked thoughts to pass through her mind.

What would Papa think if he knew his Daughter was thinking such wanton thoughts?

"Felicity," Mr. Stern's voice caused the young woman to visibly jump. "You may take the tray away. From now on, wait in the hall until I finish eating. After I finish eating, I will call for you, and then you can take the tray away."

"Yes Sir," Felicity replied as she left the corner and retrieved the tray. As she picked it up off Mr. Stern's lap, she couldn't help but notice the rise in the covers. Her cheeks burned as she momentarily gazed at what was obviously an erection beneath the covers.

Felicity let out a tiny gasp at the sight of the tented covers. She quickly turned and left the bedroom, her cheeks were red with embarrassment.

Maxwell slid his right hand beneath the covers and grabbed hold of his aching shaft. As he stroked his rod, the Banker muttered, "Wait until she discovers that I sleep in the nude."

Once again, he pictured her tied to his bed, her ample breasts pulled free from the top of her uniform. Her hands were tied to the headboard. Her legs were spread wide, and her ankles were tied to the bed. 

He was kneeling over her breasts, holding her head up, and stuffing his cock into her open mouth. He forced her to suck him until he came down her young throat. His throbbing balls rested on top of her well developed breasts.

In Maxwell's fantasy he erupted into her stuffed mouth. Felicity's eyes were as big as saucers as she swallowed every drop of his spunk.

Maxwell felt his orgasm building. He threw the covers aside moments before rope after rope of his hot cum shot all over his hairy torso. He decided to leave a little present for his new maid. Taking hold of the corner of the sheet that covered him when he slept, Maxwell wiped the sperm off his chest.

After Mr. Stern left for work, Felicity immediately returned to his bedroom to make his bed. 

As she reached for the covers, her eyes fell to the stain on the corner of the sheet. Felicity didn't remember seeing the stain before. As she stared at it, the realization of what it might be entered her thoughts.

She lifted the sheet's corner and tentatively sniffed. Although she wasn't certain, the musky aroma had to be sperm.

Mr. Stern must have masturbated and then wiped the sperm onto the sheet.

Felicity began to ask herself if her employer had fantasized about her standing in the corner as he played with himself.

Forcing the thought aside, she quickly stripped the bed, and carried the bedding downstairs to the laundry room.

Felicity worked hard that day. She scrubbed the house from top to bottom. The young maid knew she would have to pace herself if she was going to do this job every day. But this day she wanted to make sure the place was ready for Mr. Stern's inspection.

Throughout the day, her mind kept drifting back to her employer's obvious erection beneath the covers. Felicity's Mama had told her that men sometimes woke up with erections because of the need to pee. But the girl could have sworn that Mr. Stern's penis had not been erect when she placed the tray on the bed.

Had the sight of her standing in the corner excited the man? 

Mr. Stern had obviously masturbated after she left his room. Was he thinking of her while he masturbated?

Felicity had seen her Papa touching himself at times when he was looking at her. She had seen his penis grow hard in his pants on more than one occasion. The farm girl had been embarrassed by Papa's actions, but she kept quiet.

Felicity began to wonder if Mr. Stern had been touching himself while watching her stand in the corner. 

Was it normal for a man to touch his penis while looking at his Daughter, or his maid?

Felicity finally shoved the thought aside, and continued with her labors.

She was on her knees, cleaning the baseboards to the great room when Mr. Stern entered through the front door.

He took in the sight of the pretty girl on her knees, scrubbing the baseboards with a cloth. 

Her round bottom was stuck up in the air, giving him a delightful view of her treasures. He gazed longingly at her sexy bottom for several minutes, before making his presence known. He set his briefcase on the floor. "Felicity," he said.

The young maid practically leaped to her feet. Her face turned bright red, as she realized that her exposed bottom had been sticking up for her employer to see. "Mr. Stern, I didn't hear you come in."

Maxwell took in her incredible beauty. The need to take Felicity into his arms and drag her to his bed began to resurface.

Felicity's sweet innocence, combined with the sexy costume she was forced to wear acted as an aphrodisiac to the powerful man. 

"What have you been doing today?" He asked as his gaze drifted over her delightful body.

Felicity pretended not to notice that he was looking her over. She told him everything she had done.

Maxwell was very impressed by the girl's eagerness to see that the place was clean. He shook his head in disbelief. "Felicity, you must split your duties up, and clean a different section of the house each day. If you clean the entire place every day you will be exhausted inside a month."

"I intend to work out a cleaning schedule tomorrow, Sir. I just wanted to make sure your home is spotless. It will make it easier for me to keep it clean in the future."

"That is an excellent idea. I wish my past maids had been as progressive thinking as you." Maxwell's stomach rumbled, reminding him that he'd skipped lunch. "What are you fixing for dinner?"

"Dinner is in the oven, Sir. I'm cooking roast beef, mixed vegetables, and home made biscuits. I also baked an apple pie. I hope that will be to your liking Sir?"

"That sounds wonderful. I am starving." Maxwell remembered that the shopping hadn't been done since his last maid quit. "Since you have thoroughly cleaned the house today, I want you to take the station wagon tomorrow and do the shopping."

"Yes Sir. I'll take care of it right after you leave for work. Is there anything in particular that you enjoy eating Sir?" 

"There is a list of shopping supplies in the top right drawer in the kitchen. I should have told you about it the day you arrived. You will do all of the grocery shopping at Andersons Specialty Market. They carry the best and most expensive brands in town." 

"Mr. Stern, I don't know where Andersons Specialty Market is."

"I'll write the directions down tonight and leave them on my nightstand. Also, make sure you change into street clothes before going to the market. Your uniform is for in home wear only."

"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir." Felicity was grateful that she didn't have to wear the skimpy maid's costume out in public. 

"Did UPS deliver a package for me?"

Felicity's gaze suddenly dropped to the floor, and her cheeks visibly reddened. "Yes Mr. Stern, a package was delivered earlier today. I put it in your study."

Maxwell watched her face as she gave him the information. He could tell that Felicity had been embarrassed answering the door in the French Maid's costume. The thought of her signing for the package; and experiencing complete shame, as the delivery man openly ogled her scantily clad body caused Mr. Stern's cock to twitch.

Mr. Stern decided he would need to send a package to his home every now and then just to keep Felicity from getting too comfortable with her circumstances. 

Noticing the briefcase, Felicity asked, "Do you want me to put your briefcase somewhere, Sir?"

"Yes, put it on my desk in the study. I have some loan papers I need to look over after Dinner."

"I will put the briefcase in your study Sir. Dinner will be ready in a half hour." Felicity bent down and picked up the briefcase that set next to Mr. Stern's left leg. 

Mr. Stern's eyes went down the top of her costume. His cock began to grow as he took in the beauty of her ample bosom.

Felicity noticed the beginnings of an erection in Mr. Stern's pants. She blushed when she realized just how close her face was to her employer's erect penis. Her loins grew wet as she stared at the continually growing penis. She quickly stood and scurried off to his den, leaving her employer standing there thinking what a delightful sight she made. 

His manhood continued to stiffen as he watched the girl leave the room. He began massaging his dick. Maxwell knew he had to take his time with Felicity, but the urge to hasten her training was extremely powerful. "Be patient," he quietly muttered to himself. "Felicity, you will be mine. And you will learn the joys of submitting your sweet young body to me."

Maxwell headed up to his bedroom to get ready for Dinner. 

Felicity had excited him so much that he was forced to masturbate before heading back downstairs. Before leaving his room, he quickly checked his sheet. 

"She must have found my little gift," he muttered as he stared at the clean sheet. 

As Felicity prepared the meal, her thoughts returned to the man's obvious erection. Had she excited him yet again? The wetness in her panties was still evident to her. Felicity was filled with confusion. She couldn't understand why Mr. Stern made her feel so helpless, and at the same time, brought out feelings that made her panties wet. 

Everything went smoothly for the next three days.

Each morning Felicity would bring Mr. Stern's Breakfast to him. She would then wait out in the hall as he ate.

After finishing his morning meal, he would call out to her, and she would take the tray away.

After Mr. Stern left for work, Felicity would make his bed. She would check the sheet for sperm stains, but she never found any.

Every evening she would wait for him to return home. She would take his briefcase, and place it on his desk.

Felicity began to believe that Mr. Stern's desire for her was all in her imagination.

Maxwell's need to dominate the girl grew stronger with each passing day. His patience began to wear thin. But he forced himself to wait.

She would be his. It was just a matter of timing.

On Friday Morning, Felicity broke a heel as she climbed the stairs with the Breakfast tray. 

The tray fell from her hands and crashed to the floor."

Mr. Stern heard the commotion, and leaped out of bed. Without covering his nudity, he bolted out of the room and ran to the staircase. He saw his lovely young housemaid kneeling at the bottom of the steps gathering up the food and dishes. He spotted the broken heel lying on the fourth step from the bottom. "Felicity, are you alright?" He asked.

"Yes Sir, I broke a heel on the staircase. I'll prepare another Breakfast right away."

The worried Banker ran down the stairs, and knelt next to Felicity. "I just want to make sure you're ok. I can pick up Breakfast on my way to work."

"I'm not injured Sir. I will be glad to fix you another Breakfast." At that moment Felicity lifted her gaze. She spotted her employer's nudity. Her cheeks turned beet read.

"I apologize, Felicity. In my haste to check on you, I forgot to grab a robe."

"It's not important Sir. I appreciate your concern for me." Felicity tried to avert her eyes, but she couldn't help but glance at Nr. Stern's penis every few seconds.

The Banker noticed that she kept glancing at his cock. A devious thought flashed through his mind. He decided to test her again. "Felicity, you shouldn't be looking at me like that. It isn't right for you to be looking at my penis just because it is visible. I ran out here because I thought you were hurt, not to give you a show. Would you want me looking at your vagina whenever I felt like it?"

Felicity felt ashamed at being caught looking where she wasn't supposed to look. "I'm sorry Sir. It won't happen again."




Felicity Submits



"No, it won't happen again. And to make sure it doesn't I'm going to discipline you. I won't punish you today. But on Monday Morning I will administer disciplinary action."

Felicity trembled in fear. She had no idea what her punishment would be. "Yes Sir," she meekly replied.

The following morning Mr. Stern returned from a shopping trip. He went up to Felicity's room and knocked on the door.

Felicity slowly opened the door.

Maxwell handed the girl a bag. I have purchased two more pairs of stilettos for you. They have thicker heels so you shouldn't have to worry about breaking them."

Felicity couldn't look her employer in the eye. "Thank you Sir."

The shame filled woman glanced up at her employer for a moment then closed the door.

The weekend dragged by for the young woman. 

Even though her employer had given her access to the station wagon, to use as she pleased during her days off; Felicity stayed in her room, except to take Mr. Stern his Morning coffee, and make his bed. She would go downstairs to eat, but would immediately go back to her room after cleaning up.

On three separate occasions, Mr. Stern saw Felicity either leaving, or entering the kitchen.

Felicity was wearing a knee length dress, but still she knew that he had her panties stored somewhere.

He was aware that Felicity had no panties on under her dress.

This knowledge made the pretty girl feel helpless in his presence. She would quickly scurry up the stairs.

Maxwell would smile as he watched his lovely maid scamper away. 

As Felicity sat in her room, all she could think of was her indiscretion, and the unknown punishment she would receive. Her thoughts also kept drifting to Mr. Stern's penis. She knew it was wrong but Felicity had never seen a man's penis before. She had seen the farm animals' erection when they mated, but never a man's.

His size both thrilled and terrified her. His penis reminded her of the bulls back on the farm. 

She had watched in complete fascination as the bulls would put their large instruments inside the cows. She had no idea how the heifers could take something so large inside their bodies.

Felicity began to ask herself if all men were as big as her employer. 

Felicity knew that Papa's penis was not that big. Although she'd never seen it, she could still remember the outline of it in his pants. Papa couldn't be more than half Mr. Stern's size.

She then asked herself if she would be able to take Mr. Stern's penis inside her.

Something that big would most definitely stretch her vagina beyond what she could stand.

Felicity began to imagine what her punishment would be. She envisioned herself lying nude across Mr. Stern's lap. He was holding her down with one hand, and caressing her bare bottom with the other.

Her body began to tremble with excitement as Mr. Stern stroked her round bottom. Felicity waited for the first blow to her bottom. She took a deep breath as his hand left her exposed butt.

Smack came the sound as Mr. Stern struck her hard on the rear.

Felicity whimpered as his hand struck her hard. Her trembling became more pronounced.

Mr. Stern struck her again.

As Felicity's imagination ran wild, she absently slid her hand between her legs and began rubbing her clit through her dress. After a bit, she pulled her dress up, and began stroking her bare clit. Her imagination ran wild with thoughts of being punished by her employer.

As she neared her very first orgasm, Felicity realized what she was doing. Jerking her hand away from her soaking wet vagina, she collapsed onto the bed, and began sobbing uncontrollably. Felicity felt abject shame for having such wicked thoughts, and for touching herself like that.

Felicity rolled out of bed at five am. She immediately headed for the bathroom, and stripped down for a shower. After doing her morning preparations, the girl left the bathroom. She spotted the uniform lying on her bed.

The uniform looked normal except for the black thigh stockings that had replaced the pantyhose. Felicity also noticed that her uniform bra and panties were missing.

Felicity knew what her punishment was. Because she had looked at Mr. Stern in such an improper manner, she would be shown what it means to feel exposed. Her punishment for her improper glances was designed to remind her to keep her eyes to herself, and respect Mr. Stern's privacy.

The frightened woman ran to her dresser and searched for underwear. 

Everything, including her personal underwear was gone.

Felicity was not going to be let off the hook for her indiscretion.

Felicity reluctantly got dressed and looked at her reflection in the mirror. 

Even without a bra, her ample breasts stood straight. She gasped at the sight of her nipples poking against the material of the uniform.

Mr. Stern would see her thick nipples against the bosom of her garment.

As Felicity looked the hem of her outfit over, she quickly deduced that if Mr. Stern walked in on her while she was bending over or reaching up for something, her pubic hair would be visible. 

It would be bad enough if Mr. Stern saw her vagina, but her red hair would stand out for him to see.

She decided to shave off the offending hair after her employer left for work.

Felicity stood outside Mr. Stern's bedroom door. She held the tray in one hand, and her other hand hovered over the door. The young woman knew she needed to knock, but the fact that her upper thighs were exposed and her panties were missing made Felicity feel more exposed than ever before. 

For some reason that she didn't understand, her nipples had hardened, and were noticeable through the fabric of the flimsy costume.

She finally sucked in a deep breath and knocked.

"Come in Felicity," Mr. Stern commanded. His tone was not gentle.

Felicity entered the room and approached the king size bed. She placed the tray across her employer's lap, avoiding his gaze the entire time.

Maxwell instantly spotted her thick nipples. He smiled inwardly, knowing that her embarrassment was exciting her. His plan was working perfectly.

The humiliated maid turned to leave hoping Mr. Stern didn't notice that she was blushing furiously.

The Master of the house had indeed noticed. "Felicity," he said in an authoritative tone.

Felicity stopped in her tracks. "Yes Sir?" She could not bring herself to turn around.

Maxwell took in the sight of her creamy white thighs beneath her costume. He desperately wanted to raise the hem of the garment and gaze at her bottom, but reminded himself that he needed to exercise patience. The time would come when he'd lift her skirt. And when he did, her body would belong to him. "I hated to change your work attire, but you needed to learn a lesson."

A small tear ran down her left cheek as she stood with her back to her employer. "I had it coming Mr. Stern. I apologize for looking where I had no business looking Sir."

"When I feel you've been properly disciplined, I will return your regular articles of clothing."

"I understand Sir."

As soon as Mr. Stern left for work, Felicity headed to her room. She shaved the offending hair off, and immediately regretted it. Now, with the hair gone, her vaginal lips were even more noticeable. 

If Mr. Stern caught her in an awkward position, he would see her bare vagina.

Even worse, she realized that she would have to continue shaving or risk being caught with stubble. Felicity felt like bursting into tears. However, she didn't want to ruin her makeup, so she forced the tears back. She had already wasted valuable work time taking care of a personal issue that should have been dealt with on her own time.

Felicity decided to start getting up ten minutes early each morning so she could shave until Mr. Stern returned her bras and panties.

For Felicity the week dragged by very slowly. She did her work as expected, but the fact that she was nude beneath her uniform was a constant reminder that Mr. Stern was aware of this. 

Every time the UPS man brought a package to the door, Felicity would blush furiously as she signed for the delivery. She just knew in her heart that the man was aware that she had no panties on.

When Mr. Stern did look at her, Felicity would turn three shades of red. 

But she endured her punishment.

Felicity also noticed that whenever Mr. Stern looked at her that her vagina would twitch. She was humiliated that her body would respond in such a way. But she also discovered that she enjoyed being exposed to her employer. When she was alone, Felicity would reach beneath her the hem of her maid's uniform and rub her clit for a few minutes. She would then start to feel guilty because of her actions, and stop, before achieving orgasm.

That Friday Felicity delivered Mr. Stern's Breakfast right on time. She knocked and entered the room.

Mr. Stern had thrown the covers off, and stood. "Wait just a moment Felicity. I need to go to the bathroom before I eat."

Try as hard as she might, the young woman couldn't help but stare at the massive wand that swung from her employer. She was shocked at how large he was. Felicity knew that if her future Husband was that large, she would be in trouble.

He would rip her apart with a penis that big.

Maxwell knew that Felicity was staring, but he pretended not to notice. He went into the bathroom, leaving the door open, and relieved himself. He usually took a piss before she knocked on the door, but it was time to test her once again.

Felicity could hear his urine splashing in the toilet. Her face turned bright red with embarrassment. 

Maxwell flushed the toilet, washed his hands, and then returned to the bedroom. He sat down on the bed, and didn't bother to cover himself.

Felicity placed the tray on the bed, directly over his still semi hard member, and then turned to leave.

"Felicity, could you stay and talk please?" He calmly asked.

"Of course Sir," she replied, her voice hoarse as she spoke. She slowly turned and faced her nude employer.

Maxwell knew he had won. He could take Felicity any time he wanted, and she would submit to him with very little protest.

"Do you enjoy working here?" He asked.

"Yes Sir, I do enjoy working here." She fought to keep her eyes on his. 

"I must tell you that you are the best employee I've ever had. I'm glad my bank bought your Father's farm loan. Otherwise you would never have come to work for me." He said this to remind the girl that he controlled her life, and the lives of her Parents.

"Thank you Sir." Felicity felt her heart flutter in her chest. She was standing in her employer's bedroom, without panties, as he sat nude on the king size bed, eating Breakfast, acting as if everything was perfectly natural.

Maxwell felt his cock begin to grow as he chatted with his maid. He desperately wanted to grab her and ravage her, but decided that the prize of her young body would be so much sweeter if he pushed her a little further before taking her.

They talked for another twenty minutes as Maxwell ate his Breakfast.

Maxwell placed his empty coffee cup on the tray.

Felicity immediately picked the tray up. She was greeted with the sight of his huge erection staring her in the face. The girl had no doubt that this time he was hard because of her. She quickly averted her eyes, and left the room.

As soon as Mr. Stern left the house, Felicity ran to her room, stretched out on the bed, and began to stroke her clit. Her thoughts were on Mr. Stern's erection. She knew what she was doing was wrong, but she couldn't help herself.

She began to fantasize. In her fantasy, she was bent over the coffee table wiping it with a cleaning rag.

Mr. Stern quietly slipped in behind her. He was nude, and staring at her exposed vagina.

As she continued to clean, he reached out and grasped her hips.

Felicity gasped as her employer took hold of her. "Mr. Stern," she cried out. "What are you doing?"

He gripped her tightly and lined up his penis with her womanhood. "I'm taking what is mine."

Felicity began to tremble with fear and excitement as her employer pressed his member against her virginal opening. "Mr. Stern, please, I'm a virgin."

He thrust into her, ripping through her hymen.

Felicity exploded in her very first orgasm. She rubbed her clit furiously, as she screamed in lust. 

Felicity struggled with her feelings all weekend long. She knew it wasn't right but the girl couldn't help but think about Mr. Stern's erection. She felt she was completely under his control.

Any time Mr. Stern looked at her, the sexual fantasy she'd had would resurface, causing her to blush.

Felicity felt deep shame over masturbating while fantasizing about Mr. Stern.

Maxwell knew he was very close to taking her. He decided that it was time to give Felicity her final test. 

If she passed this test, he would deflower her, and make the young woman his sexual slave.

Felicity's confusion increased with each passing moment. As the weekend wore on, she knew without a doubt that Mr. Stern wanted to take her to his bed and dominate her. That thought stirred up even more feelings in her, because deep down, Felicity knew she wanted to be taken. Although Felicity desperately wanted to, she resisted the urge to go to Mr. Sharp, and offer herself to him. 

She desperately wanted to call her Mama and ask what she should do, but that would only cause more trouble if Papa found out, so she kept her feelings to herself.

Felicity's thoughts drifted back to her eighteenth Birthday.

Felicity's Parents had celebrated her Birthday with her.

After having cake, ice cream, and the gifts had been opened, Felicity's Mama took her aside to have a woman to woman talk with her Daughter. Mama had told her that they needed to talk about something very important.

Felicity could tell that Mama was nervous about having this conversation. She had no doubt that Papa had ordered the talk.

Emily led the girl to her bedroom and sat her down. She then sat there next to her Daughter for several minutes before working up the courage to speak. "Felicity, there is something I must tell you. This isn't easy for me but it must be said."

"What is it Mama?" Felicity asked, partly worried, partly curious.

The nervous housewife let her gaze fall to her hands that lay in her lap. She could not look at her Daughter at all. After a few minutes, Emily took a deep breath before continuing. "Honey, your Mama is a sexually submissive. I have been submissive my entire life. I am not happy unless a man is in control of my life. I need a man to control every part of my life." A bit of color popped up on the woman's cheeks as she said, "This includes controlling me sexually. I need to be dominated both in and out of bed by your Papa."

Felicity began to feel uncomfortable with the direction of this talk. "Why are you telling me this Mama?"

Emily finally looked up at her Daughter. "I can see that same submissive nature in you. I believe that the day will come when a man will take control of you, the same way your Papa took control of me. When that time comes, you must make sure that he is the right man. He must be a true Dominant. A pretender will not satisfy you Sweetie. You must completely give yourself to the man you will call Master, and him only. Anyone else will be a complete disappointment."

"Is Papa your Master?" Felicity asked.

Emily sighed. "He tries very hard to be. But he doesn't understand the difference between being a Master, and being a bully. But, I love him, and he does satisfy most of my needs, so I stay with him."

The young maid began to ask herself if Mr. Stern was a Dominant or just a bully.

He did control her. He made sure that the house ran a certain way. He kept her stirred up, and feeling completely helpless. The handsome Banker made her want to give herself to him, even though she knew Papa would disapprove.

But Felicity realized that Mr. Stern had never bullied her. 

He always explained why he was doing these things to her. His punishments usually fit the crime. 

Felicity thought about Mr. Stern's rules and punishments.

He insisted that his Breakfast be served precisely at 6am every morning. He insisted that Felicity wear the revealing maid's costumes the entire day. Any infraction would result in discipline.

She could still feel the wood against her nose when he'd made her stand in the corner. 

He'd made her stand there so she could think about the fact that she hadn't done her very best.

She blushed yet again as she thought about the first time she'd been forced to enter his bedroom without panties.

However, Felicity had openly stared at his naked penis, so he taught her to respect his privacy by forcing her to do her job without a bra and panties until he felt she'd learned her lesson. 

Even then he didn't insist that she display her bottom to him. It was enough that he was aware of her humiliation.

Felicity couldn't understand why she'd allowed this man to punish her in such an embarrassing manner. She could have refused, and left the house. Yet, for some reason she meekly allowed him to repeatedly bend her to his will. She tried to make herself believe that she was doing it for her Parents sake. 

But Papa would be most displeased if he knew Felicity was doing these things no matter what her reasons.

Felicity's thoughts drifted to the spanking fantasy. The fantasy had nothing to do with trying to help her Parents keep the farm. 

Perhaps Mama was right? 

Perhaps Felicity was a submissive who needed a man to control her life? Felicity began to ask herself if Mr. Stern was indeed that man.

Mr. Stern definitely enjoyed taking control of her. His punishments and numerous erections proved that fact.

Felicity knew Mr. Stern wanted to control more and more of her life. She could tell that he was moving her in a direction that she wasn't quite sure she was ready for.

The image of his erection pointing up at her face as she took the tray away popped into her mind once again. As she saw the penis in her mind, Felicity began to ask herself what it would feel like to be penetrated by it.

Would it give her pain or pleasure?

Would Mr. Stern ask her permission, or would he simply bend her over, and take her, like in her fantasy?

Felicity knew in her heart that if she stayed in this house much longer, the handsome Banker would take her to his bed, have his way with her, and make her his property.

What disturbed her most was Felicity knew that if she continued to stay, she would let her employer take her virginity. She would become his willing slave.

Monday Morning arrived as the alarm clock sounded the beginning of a new day.

Felicity slowly crawled out of bed. She peed, took a shower, shaved her vagina, and brushed her teeth. The pretty redhead then brushed her hair, piled it on top of her head, and put on her makeup. She looked into the mirror at her freckled face. The woman staring back at her was filled with a strange hunger that she couldn't control or possibly understand.

Felicity entered the bedroom and spotted the uniform lying on the bed.

Mr. Stern had once again made changes in her uniform while she was in the bathroom.

She noticed that on one side of the French Maid's costume, a bra, a pair of her black lace panties, and her tights lay. On the other side of the outfit lay the thigh high stockings with no bra or panties.

Felicity instinctively knew what was happening.

Mr. Stern was giving Felicity a choice. 

She put on the bra, panties, and stockings; to continue working as his obedient maid. Or she could slip into the thigh high stockings and become his sexual property.

The submissive young girl wasn't sure if she was ready to make that choice yet. Deep inside, however, Felicity knew what she wanted to do.




Felicity Submits



Maxwell sat up in his bed waiting for Felicity to knock. His exposed cock was hard and sticking straight up like a flag pole. He had indeed decided to give Felicity the choice of entering his bedroom as his maid, or become his personal fuck toy.

He'd watched Felicity whenever she came out of her room over the weekend. The Banker knew she was struggling with desires that were new to her. He also knew that giving her the choice would be her final test. What he didn't know was whether she would pass his final test, or if he'd have to continue working to bend her completely to his will. He hoped that she didn't follow in the footsteps of her predecessor.

The faint knock was almost too quiet to be heard. It was the knock of a girl who had made a decision that both frightened and excited her.

Maxwell smiled knowing his answer. "Come in Felicity."

She slowly opened the door, carrying the tray of food. She was dressed in her cute little maid's hat, her sexy uniform and black thigh high stockings. Her eyes were glued to the floor, and her cheeks were flushed. Her hardened nipples were pressed against the silky material of the dress.

Maxwell knew without a shadow of a doubt that Felicity's black bra and panties were neatly folded in the top drawer of her dresser.

She carried the tray to her employer and sat it over his lap. Her gaze momentarily took in the sight of his erect manhood as she placed the tray in its usual spot. "Do you want me to wait outside while you eat Sir?"

"No, you will stand at the foot of the bed and watch me eat," Maxwell commanded.

Felicity took her place as instructed. She watched the man of the house as he slowly ate his meal. Her eyes kept going from his tray to the clearly visible erection standing up beneath it.

The wooden tray forced the head of his cock to press against his stomach.

Maxwell ate slowly, savoring every bite of his meal.

Felicity stood there, trembling, and unsure that she'd made the right choice. She would be taken by Mr. Stern. She would become his possession. The thought of it both thrilled and terrified her. Part of her wanted Mr. Maxwell to enjoy his meal before taking her. Part of her was impatient for him to finish. The submissive girl felt more confused than ever.

After Maxwell finished off the last of his coffee, he waited for Felicity to retrieve the tray.

She picked it up, glanced at his manhood, and then turned to leave. Every fiber in her being hoped that her employer would command her to stay. She began walking slowly towards the door. As she reached the door, the young girl couldn't take it anymore. She bent over at the waist and placed the tray on the floor, purposely exposing her freshly shaved vagina to Mr. Stern. Her face turned red with shame at the way she was purposely displaying herself to this man. She was inviting him to do with her as he pleased.

Maxwell's massive cock bucked with excitement as he lustfully stared at her shaved mound. 

She slowly straightened up and reached for the doorknob.

"Felicity," he said, his voice filled with power.

The eighteen year old stood there with her hand on the knob. "Did you want something else Sir?" Her voice cracked with desire and fear.

"I've taken the day off. I won't be going to work today." 

Felicity visibly shook, and she discovered that she couldn't turn to face this man who so expertly controlled her. "Is there something special you need this Morning Sir?" Tears began to flow down her freckled cheeks.

Maxwell stood and approached the young beauty. He slowly turned her to face him. Seeing her tears, he reached out and wiped them away.

Felicity gazed into his eyes as he drew her to him. She gasped as the monster pressed against her tummy.

"I'm going to spend the day in bed, Felicity. I'm going to spend the entire day making love to you. You may refuse if you want. But if you do not refuse me, understand that you will be my submissive, and I will be your Master."

Joy shot through her heart as she gazed up at this Dominant man. She collapsed into his powerful arms. The pretty redhead broke down and began to sob uncontrollably. "You can do whatever you want with me Master," she said with a whimper.

Maxwell placed his fingers under Felicity's chin and lifted her face up so he could once again gaze into her eyes. He leaned forward and hungrily kissed her sweet lips.

Felicity moaned, opening her mouth.

The dominant slid his tongue between her open lips and began to explore the inside of her mouth.

Felicity surrendered completely to the man she loved. She returned his kiss with a hunger that burned deeply within her.

Unable to wait any longer, he scooped her up into his strong arms and carried her to the bed.

As Maxwell deposited Felicity onto the center of the bed, she longingly gazed up at him.

He kept his eyes locked on hers as he opened the top drawer to the nightstand and withdrew four pieces of rope.

Felicity instinctively knew what the ropes were for. 

Mr. Pierce was going to tie her to the bed. 

She continued to gaze up at the man who intended to take her virginity. She knew just how much she wanted to be tied and taken by him.

Maxwell took hold of her right arm, and expertly tied the rope around her tiny wrist. He then pulled the rope through one of the right side rungs of the headboard, and drew her arm until it was pulled completely taught. He tied the wrist of his sexy maid to the bed. 

Felicity trembled in anticipation as her Master secured her wrist to the headboard.

Maxwell them crawled over her, and tied her left arm to the bed.

Felicity's heart began to pound with excitement. She was being taken by this man. She was being controlled and dominated. For the first time in her life, Felicity knew that this was what she wanted.

Maxwell moved to the foot of the bed. He spread her stocking clad legs wide, and then tied Felicity's feet to the opposite corners of the bed.

Even though she was completely restrained, Felicity felt more free than she'd ever felt in her entire life.

As Maxwell moved back up the bed, he reached between Felicity's spread legs, and then slipped his middle finger into the folds of her sex. He could feel her hymen at the entrance to her virginal pussy. A smile appeared on his face as he felt her shaved mound. He loved freshly shaved pussies.

Felicity whimpered and thrust her pelvis up against the man's probing finger.

Maxwell moved up over Felicity, and then reached into the drawer to retrieve a pair of scissors. He used the scissors to cut away the shoulder straps that held the costume up. He then tossed the scissors back into the drawer.

Felicity cried out in surprise as Mr. Stern yanked the costume down exposing her large breasts and hard nipples. 

He immediately leaned forward and bit down hard on her left nipple.

Felicity groaned from the pain and pleasure that shot through her sensitive nipple. 

Mama's words once again flashed through Felicity's mind.

Felicity had listened to her Mama, not completely understanding what she was saying. 

But as Mr. Stern bit down hard on her erect nipple, the young maid fully grasped what it meant to be submissive. 

He began sucking on Felicity's nipple, wanting to get her full breast in his mouth.

Felicity cried out as Mr. Stern sucked as hard as he could on her button. "Oh please, Master, do whatever you want to me."

Maxwell moved down her willing body until his face was directly over her sex. He inhaled deeply, savoring her musky scent. He licked the tops of her exposed thighs.

Felicity's hips lifted off the bed as his tongue caressed her creamy white thighs.

He moved back and forth, licking her long legs, and driving her mad with need. He then lifted the hem of her costume.

Felicity didn't know what was about to happen next. Her Mama had explained the basics of sex, but she'd been too embarrassed to go into details. 

Maxwell inhaled her fragrance then slid his tongue through the folds of her virginal pussy.

Felicity's eyes and mouth opened wide, and she squealed loudly as he slid his tongue through the lips of her vagina. She'd never felt anything this wonderful before. Within seconds her body was screaming for more.

Maxwell began devouring her pussy lips and clit. He lapped, chewed, and sucked her pussy, until she was tugging with all her strength against the ropes that held her to the bed. 

Felicity began to thrash, grunt, and growl as her body was tormented by her lover's tongue, and the ropes that bound her.

Maxwell lapped at her until Felicity thought she would pass out. 

Her vagina began to throb uncontrollably as her Master teased her with his expert mouth and tongue.

"What's happening to me?" Felicity screamed as her first of many earth shaking orgasms exploded deep in her loins. "I can't take it. I'm going to die."

She repeatedly trembled and shook as her body exploded from the tonguing that Mr. Stern was giving her. She jerked against the ropes, making them tighten around her wrists and ankles. Her Master's tongue did things to her that her finger couldn't possibly match.

Maxwell lifted his mouth from her throbbing twat and gazed up at Felicity.

She was gasping for air and her entire body was still shaking uncontrollably. 

He smiled; satisfied that he'd sent his young submissive over the edge.

Felicity belonged to him now, and there was nothing she could do to fight the irresistible need to please him as he had pleased her.

He slowly slid up her soft, yielding body until he straddled her round, full breasts.

Felicity, still gasping for air, stared at the huge pole that stuck out over her chin. She wasn't exactly sure what was expected of her, but Felicity knew that Mr. Stern would be more than happy to teach her.

Maxwell took hold of the back of felicity's head. He lifted her face until her mouth was lined up with the penis.

She stared at the small hole in the tip. She knew that urine came out of that hole. 

Was Mr. Stern going to pee in her face?

Maxwell moved forward, pushing the head of his cock against Felicity's sweet lips.

Felicity could feel the flesh pressing against her mouth. She looked up at her Master, unsure of what was expected.

Maxwell saw the confusion in her lovely eyes. He pressed his cock head harder against her closed mouth.

Felicity finally took the hint and opened her mouth.

Maxwell slid his cock head between her lips. Because of his dick's thickness, Felicity was forced to open her mouth as wide as possible.

The middle aged Bank President felt felicity's teeth graze his cock as he slid into her open mouth. Because of his exceptional girth, this was not uncommon among the women who had taken him in their mouths.

Felicity could taste the muskiness of Mr. Stern's cock as it slid across her tongue. Even though she was forced to open her mouth wider than was comfortable to accommodate his thickness, she found that she liked the taste of his flesh.

As Mr. Stern slid his cock to the back of Felicity's throat, the young submissive once again began to think about where that thing would go next.

She wasn't sure if it would fit inside her. Still, she wasn't going to stop him from trying.

If he stretched her to the point of pain, then she would endure the pain.

Felicity saw that more than half of his penis was still outside her mouth when he reached the entrance to her throat. She was sure she wouldn't be able to take any more of his monster inside her mouth.

The handsome Banker wanted to force his cock deep down her throat. With some regret, he decided to teach her to take his full length at a later time. He knew he had to build her trust slowly. If he pushed her too far, too fast, his new fuck toy might panic and never let him have her again.

Felicity's eyes were filled with fear as she stared at the monster that was poised at the entrance of her throat. She wasn't sure if he was going to withdraw from her mouth, or force his penis deep into her throat.

Maxwell slowly withdrew his cock from her mouth until only its head was inside.

Felicity felt a great relief, knowing her Master wasn't going to force her to take the entire thing.

Maxwell eased his cock back into her stretched mouth.

Felicity stroked the underside of his penis with her tongue. Once again she felt the tip reach the entrance to her throat.

He fucked her mouth for several minutes. With each inward thrust, the tip of his cock touched the entrance to her young throat.

Felicity loved the taste of the flesh that filled her mouth. She wanted more.

He gazed down at his beautiful slave, and quickly decided that perhaps he should continue this part of her training at a later date. He could tell that she was having trouble holding her jaws this wide.

The ball gag that lay in the dresser drawer would be needed to help her get used to holding her mouth open for long periods of time.

Maxwell slid his cock completely out of her stretched mouth.

Felicity whimpered in protest. Even though his penis caused her discomfort, she wanted to continue tasting him for as long as he'd let her.

"Don't worry, my lovely little submissive," he gently spoke. "You will get more of this in your pretty mouth. But right now, it is time to help you stretch your jaws so you can more easily accommodate me in your mouth." A glint appeared in his eyes. "One day, when you are ready, I will teach you how to take my cock down your throat."

Felicity wasn't sure she could do that, but she had no intention of arguing with her Master. When the time came, she would do her best to receive her Master's penis in her throat."

He leaned over and grabbed the two inch ball gag from the nightstand drawer.

Although she'd never seen a ball gag before, Felicity immediately knew what it was for. She opened her mouth wide, and waited for Mr. Stern to put it in her mouth.

Maxwell pushed the ball between her teeth and forced it as far back into her mouth as it would go.

Although the gag wasn't as thick as his penis, it stretched Felicity's mouth wide.

Maxwell tied the gag in place, and made sure it was set correctly in her mouth.

The gag added to Felicity's feelings of helplessness. She was completely under Mr. Stern's control now. With the gag stuffed in her mouth, Felicity couldn't ask her Master to stop if she wanted to. That intense throbbing soon returned deep in her loins.

Maxwell gazed lovingly at Felicity as he gently stroked her left cheek. "Now, my lovely little slave, it is time to claim my prize. Your maidenhead is mine for the taking."

Her vagina twitched in anticipation.

He began to move back down her body.

Felicity waited for her Master to slide between her spread legs. The moment that she wanted, and at the same time, dreaded was upon her. She was about to lose her virginity to this powerful man. 

Maxwell pushed his hips between the young girl's spread thighs, forcing her legs to open up even more. The sheer pressure of his hips against her inner legs caused the ropes to pull tighter against her wrists and ankles.

Felicity whined into the gag as the ropes bit into her tender flesh. 

Maxwell moved lower until the head of his spear was lined up with Felicity's virginal cavity. He pressed the head of his monster against her maidenhood.

Felicity's eyes grew wide with fear, and she bit down hard on the ball. She was about to be taken by her Master. 

Once he penetrated her virginal sex with his penis there would be no going back.

She would be his from this moment on.

Maxwell realized that her vagina had lost some of its lubrication while she was sucking his cock. He began to rub the head of his cock up and down through her labia, and across her hymen to stimulate more lubrication.

Felicity trembled as she felt his penis repeatedly stroking her entrance. Within a few moments, she was once again very wet.

Maxwell rested most of his weight on his left forearm. Using his right hand to hold his cock in place he pressed the head of his monster against Felicity's hymen.

The bound girl whimpered into the gag. Her young body stiffened up.

Maxwell gazed deeply into her eyes.

Felicity saw the hunger that radiated from his face.

He thrust hard. His cock broke through her hymen in one swift motion.

Felicity jerked hard, and thrust her hips upward.

The action caused a fourth of Maxwell's cock to sink into her body.

Felicity's nether region exploded with pain. She squealed, and thrust against his member, causing it to sink another inch into her freshly deflowered sex. She bit so hard onto the gag that she left permanent teeth marks in the rubber ball. She tugged against the bonds that held her to the bed.

Mr. Stern's manhood had stretched the entrance to her vagina so far that Felicity felt like she was being torn in half lengthwise.

Maxwell stopped thrusting when he felt the head and several inches of his cock enter Felicity's stretched pussy. He laid over her and waited for her pain to dissipate. He leaned over and kissed the side of her throat.

"The pain will disappear in a few moments," he whispered into her ear.

She nodded her understanding. Tears had once again started pouring down sides of her face, and into her hair.

Maxwell began to kiss the tears away.

Felicity laid there, tied spread eagle, her body wracked with pain, and her heart pounding like a drum. The lovely young freckled face, redhead was finally free to be the submissive she was meant to be.

Maxwell kissed the girl's face for a few minutes, until he felt her body begin to relax. He eased his cock out of her, and then slowly sank back into her body.

Felicity felt the walls of her vagina being stretched open as her Master began to sink into her.

As two thirds of his monster sank into her body, Maxwell once again withdrew. He slowly began to sink back into her again.

Felicity mewled in sexual lust as her vagina once again spread open for him. She couldn't believe that she'd taken so much of him inside her body. She forced her knees to bend so that she could take more of her Master's penis in her body. 

The ropes continued to tighten around her wrists and ankles. The tightening cords were beginning to turn her hands and feet a bright shade of pink.

Felicity ignored the discomfort caused by the ropes. 

Maxwell continued to ease his thick, long cock into the young girl's receptive body until he felt the head come to rest against the entrance to her womb.

There was a little over two inches of his cock still outside of her pussy. Maxwell knew from experience that Felicity's vagina would stretch another few inches. He smiled in satisfaction knowing that her body would easily receive all of him.

Felicity stared up at her Master in awe. She could feel him stretching her beyond what she thought possible. Her body felt stuffed to the limit. The tied up submissive desperately wanted to wrap her long legs around him, and try to take him even deeper.

Maxwell began to fuck his young submissive. He withdrew part way, and then forced his cock back into her. He withdrew yet again, and thrust forward.

Felicity whimpered as the meat slammed into her cervix. Her vaginal cavity continued to stretch.

The ropes were making her hands and feet turn red.

Maxwell thrust into her bound body over and over. He gradually picked up his tempo, until finally he was thrusting hard into her pussy. Maxwell repeatedly pounded his lovely slave. His cock swelled a little more with each thrust.

Felicity's vaginal walls continued to stretch with each inward thrust. Her body jerked repeatedly as spasms of sexual tension shot through her. The girl was being driven to a state of excitement she'd never experienced before. Felicity whimpered, whined, and mewed into the gag as her lover and Master fucked her mercilessly.




Felicity Submits



Maxwell thrust hard into the bound beauty. His balls struck the inner cheeks of her ass for the first time. 

Felicity groaned into the gag when his testicles slapped against her bottom. She was in total disbelief. Her Master was completely inside her. She had received all of him. She exploded in a second mind numbing orgasm. The eighteen year old jerked so hard she nearly pulled her left shoulder out of its socket.

They continued to fuck for nearly a half hour.

Felicity had cum four times already, and she was nearing her fifth orgasm. Her mind and body were filled with lust as her Master mercilessly pounded her. She'd had no idea that being used like this would feel so wonderful.

Maxwell's balls begged for release. But he forced himself to hold off as long as possible. It was not enough for him to control this bound beauty beneath him. The Bank President wanted to control his own urges as well. As he fucked Felicity, a devious thought entered his mind.

Was Felicity on the pill? Was she fertile and receptive to impregnation?

Maxwell suddenly wanted to cum in his slave more than anything. He wanted to knock her up. He wanted to breed her over and over until the house was full of his children.

Felicity's body once again jerked violently as her fifth orgasm overtook her. She had tugged on the ropes so much that her left leg was almost free. Her hands had started turning purple. If she wasn't freed before long, she would lose all circulation in her hands.

Maxwell leaned over and asked his slave. "Are you on birth control?"

Felicity shook her head violently as her orgasm ripped through her loins.

"I want to cum in you, and fill your fertile body with my seed. Felicity, I want to make you pregnant with my child."

She wanted to beg him not to, but her lust filled mind didn't care at that moment. She just wanted to be used. She was desperate to be filled with his seed. Felicity was desperate to please her Master.

Papa would never understand how she could let this man impregnate her, but Felicity wanted this man as her Master. And that meant bearing his children if that was what Master wanted.

"Felicity, will you let me cum in your unprotected womb?" Maxwell asked. He could feel his balls boiling over. He wouldn't last much longer. "Will you let me knock you up?"

Felicity screamed "yes," through the ball gag.

Maxwell released his hold on the sperm that desperately wanted out. His cock jerked, and twitched inside Felicity's stretched out pussy, and within seconds millions of tiny sperm were fired out of his cock like cannon balls.

Felicity could feel the sperm splashing against her cervix. She was being impregnated. A final orgasm that hit her threatened to rip her bound body completely in two.

The rope that held her left foot to the bed finally gave out and pulled away from the footboard.

Felicity wrapped her long leg around her Master's body and clung to him for dear life. The thought that she was being impregnated by her Master sent her over the edge. Felicity was going to be the Mama of her Master's child.

"Oh Fuck," she managed to scream through the gag. It was the first time in her life she'd used profanity.

Maxwell slammed his cock against Felicity's cervix and held on. His aching balls continued to fire wave after wave of life giving sperm into her willing body.

They ground their hips together for what seemed like a lifetime.

The rope that held Felicity's right wrist suddenly gave way.

Felicity reached up and grabbed a handful of hair on Maxwell's chest and tugged. She glared at her lover. "Fuck me," she screamed into the ball gag.

Maxwell withdrew his cock and rammed it back into Felicity's body. He rammed into her again and again until he couldn't continue.

Felicity bucked against him until she couldn't take it anymore. She collapsed on the bed, and lay there gasping for air. The ball gag prevented her from taking full breaths, but at that moment she didn't care. Felicity had been fucked, and possibly impregnated by her Master. She was truly happy.

Having found the perfect woman Maxwell proposed to Felicity later that afternoon.

She immediately said yes.

The Bank President had a wedding ring made for Felicity that was shaped like a collar.

Felicity loved the ring, and couldn't wait for him to put it on her finger.

They flew to Las Vegas the very day the ring was ready, and got married.

Felicity's wrists and ankles still carried the rope burns from being tied up.

While in Vegas Maxwell took his new Bride to a sex shop where they bought bondage toys. Maxwell bought wrist and ankle straps so that Felicity wouldn't hurt herself anymore. He also bought a new and larger ball gag, and better rope.

Felicity's Father wasn't happy that his Daughter had married without his knowledge or consent, but when Maxwell told his Father in Law that he'd paid off the Mortgage to the farm, the farmer quickly got over his displeasure.

Felicity's Mama however was pleased that her baby had found someone who would take care of her submissive nature. When she noticed the rope burns on Felicity's wrists and ankles, she hugged the girl. "I take it you've found the Dominant who can make you happy."

Felicity beamed with joy. "Yes I have Mama. Maxwell knows how to control me, and at the same time makes me feel freer than ever before." Looking around to make sure that her Papa was out of ear shot, Felicity softly whispered to her Mama. "I have something to tell you. I took a home pregnancy test yesterday. You're going to be a Grandmother."