4 comments/ 35974 views/ 5 favorites Maid Service Ch. 01 By: sanguine_dreams When Alyssa graduated highschool, she never dreamt she would end up working as a maid. Or as a whore. Alyssa had always been curious about sex and the BDSM culture. When one her friends who was into the scene had first told her about it, she thought anyone who would let someone else tie them up, beat them, or humiliate them was out of their mind. But when she started getting into porn and erotica, she was drawn to BDSM. It wasn't long afterwards when she started asking her boyfriend to tie her up or gag her and then fuck her roughly. She thought that she was pretty adventurous and wanted to stretch her limits - and her body - as far as they would go. It wasn't until she was twenty, single, and looking for a job that a friend showed her a help wanted ad. Mr. and Mrs. Martin, a rich, executive couple were looking for a live in maid who would be willing to fuck and participate in bedroom games. Alyssa jumped at the chance and set up an interview for the next day. She arrived at the interview wearing the outfit she had been instructed to purchase and found the couple sitting in a room empty except for three chairs. The Martins each sat on one and another sat facing them in the middle of the room. Alyssa walked confidently to the chair and moved to sit. "I did not tell you to sit down." Mr. Martin, with salt and pepper hair and an athletic body that would have looked just as good on a man half his age glared at Alyssa. Alyssa stood up again, some of her confidence faltering. "Take off your jacket," Mr. Martin ordered. Alyssa slid the long black trench coat down her arms and let it pool around her 4 inch high heels. She was left standing in the room wearing only the shoes, a black lace demi-bra, and black lace garter belt and hose. The air in the room was cool on her freshly shaven pussy. "She's definitely in good shape, darling," Mrs. Martin commented to her husband. The woman stood and walked in a circle around Alyssa. As she walked behind, Mrs. Martin reached out and grabbed the girl's ass. Alyssa jumped at the contact, and blushed slightly. She was embarrassed at the way the couple was inspecting her as if she were an object; at the same time, it was oddly arousing, and Alyssa felt the first tickles of moisture between her legs. Mrs. Martin came around to the front again and brushed her hand lightly down Alyssa's breast. Her nipples puckered beneath her bra, clearly visible through the lace. "What size are these, dear?" Mrs. Martin asked. "32C, Ma'am," Alyssa replied breathily, as Mrs. Martin dragged her nails lightly up and down over the bra. "Decent enough, I suppose," the older woman answered, her lips curling into a satisfied smile as she noted Alyssa's reaction to her touch. "Now, sit," Mrs. Martin commanded, returning to her own seat and moving it closer to her husbands. "Spread your legs as wide as you can," Mr. Martin demanded. Alyssa did, hooking her ankles around the chair legs to keep them splayed. Her pussy gave a little twitch as the cool air brushed against it, completely visible to the older couple. Mr. Martin walked forward and looked down at the half-naked girl. He was several inches over six feet tall, and from her seat in the chair he looked very large and dominating to Alyssa. He pushed a strand of her dark hair behind her ear, then moved his hand slowly down between her legs. She feltmore moisture grow in anticipation of the touch, and a flicker of disappointment flashed across her face when he merely dragged three fingers up the center of her pussy lips, coating them with her juices. He lifted them to his nose, inhaled deeply, and smiled. He then thrust them under Alyssa's nose and said simply, "Suck." Alyssa leaned forward and took the fingers into her mouth, moaning at the musky taste and scent of herself mixed with the man's cologne. She swirled her tongue around the pads of his fingers, ran it down the crevice between each digit and sucked the fingers as far into her mouth as she could. Mr. Martin pulled them out. "Enough." He returned to his seat and put an arm around his wife. "This is how the remainder of the interview will work," he said sternly. "We will ask you some questions, which you must answer truthfully. While we are asking questions, you will make yourself come." Alyssa blinked. "Pardon me?" "You will get yourself off, fuck yourself, flick your bean, bring yourself to orgasm, whatever you want to call it," Mrs. Martin answered impatiently. "O-ok," Alyssa answered. She had not expected that. She had though maybe she would have to fuck the couple or suck them off. Having them watch her masturbate was humiliating, and somehow both less and more personal at the same time. She reached her hand between her legs and sucked in a sharp breath as she touched her wet, sensitive clit. "Are you a virgin?" Mr. Martin asked, as Mrs. Martin rubbed her hand over the tenting crotch of his pants. "No." Alyssa swirled her fingers around her clit. "Have you ever given a blow job?" Mrs. Martin asked. "Yes." "Have you ever received oral?" The older woman drew out her husband's dick, which looked large even from Alyssa's viewpoint. "Yes." She rubbed her fingers down her cleft to her opening. "Have you ever had anal sex?" Mr. Martin groaned as Mrs. Martin rubbed her hand up and down his shaft. "No." She dragged the moisture back up to swollen clit. "Have you ever used a dildo?" Mrs. Martin rubbed her palm across the top of Mr. Martin's penis, coating her hand in precum. "Yes." She rubbed her fingers faster on her clit. "Have you ever used a dildo on someone else?" The woman began to move her hand slowly up and down her husband's penis. "No." She moved her other hand down to stroke lightly along the inside of her thigh. "Have you ever been tied up for sex? "Yes." She brushed her fingers along the outer edge of her vulva. "Have you ever been spanked or whipped, or done it to someone else?" "I've been spanked, a little." Her voice was breathy now, and she inserted a finger into her vagina. "Have you ever had another woman lick your pussy?" "No." She put another finger into her hot, wet hole. "Have you ever licked another woman's pussy?" Mrs. Martin's hand was moving faster now, and Mr. Martin's voice was strained when he asked the question. "No." She moved her fingers in and out, circling her clit with her other hand. "Have you ever had an enema or douche?" "No." She put a third finger into her pussy and made a little whimper of pleasure, moving her fingers faster on her clit. "Have you ever had a threesome?" "No." "Are you horny right now?" Mr. Martin was groaning as his wife mover her hand faster and faster. "Yes," Alyssa gasped. "Oh, god, yes." She moved her own hands faster, hearing the little slurping sounds her fingers made each time they moved out and back in. She could feel her body start to tremble with the beginning of an orgasm. "Do you want to fuck us?" "Unnhh, yes, oh, yes!" "Tell us then." "I wanna fuck you, please, I wanna fuck you! Ohhhhh!" Her pussy was so wet, twitching with every thrust of her fingers. "Do you want us to fuck you?" "YES! Oh god, please, please fuck me! Fuck me now! Oh my god, fuck me! Oooohhhhh!" She rammed her fingers as hard and as fast as she could into her pussy and rubbed her hand furiously on her clit. "OOOOOOHHHHHH MY GOOOOOOOOODDDDD!! FUCK ME!" Alyssa came so hard that she fell off the chair, screaming out as her pussy twitched and contracted around her fingers and her hot juices gushed down her thighs. Above her, Mr. Martin yelled out, and hot cum rained down on her stomach and breasts. She lay on the floor, breathing hard and shaking from one of the most intense orgasms she'd ever had, cum running down her torso. From the chairs above her, Mrs. Martin said,"You're hired." Maid Service Ch. 02 "What the f ...?" I was awoken by the strong, early morning sun pouring in through the chiffon curtains. I was totally confused since our bedroom window faces west and the blind usually negate any attempt by the sun to light up the room prematurely. But as I came to my senses, I started to replay what occurred the evening before. "Oh." Smiling to myself. "Yeah. I remember now." I ran my hands over my body feeling the clothes I had on from last night: corset, stockings, garters and panties (still slightly damp from my own climax). My hands stopped their caressing when I started to think, why did Laura seem so unsurprised of my hidden fetish? She didn't seem upset or disgusted or have any typical kind of reaction of revolt. "Shit! Laura!" I cursed to myself. "I need to get things ready for Lady Laura!" I jumped up still dressed in last night's skanky clothes, but grabbed a clean, white apron from the closet and put it on as I dashed to the kitchen. I metered out the freshly ground coffee beans, poured them into the coffee maker and started the machine. I drew a bath before going to wake Lady Laura. I gently rapped on the door. "Lady Laura?" I asked in a whispered voice. "It's time to get up!" Slowly I opened the door and peeked my head through. I saw Lady Laura starting to stir. She looked at me and smiled. "Thank you Martin .... I mean Marta!" "I ran Lady Laura a bath." Laura threw off the bed covers. She was still wearing the pink baby doll top, stockings and garters but no panties. I rushed over to help Laura out of bed and followed her to the bathroom. I removed her bed clothing before she relieved herself on the toilet. I'm not sure why but watching her made me so hard. "I see Marta is enjoying watching me!" Laura grinned. "Come! Wipe me!" I scurried over and unrolled some toilet paper. I dabbed the driplets of pee from her pussy lips. "Hm..m..m..." a moan escaped from her mouth as she parted her legs a bit wider. I took it to understand Lady Laura was enjoying my efforts and wanted more attention. I let the paper drop into the bowl and started to stimulate her clit directly with my fingers. After a few minutes, she ordered me to "Stop!" I halted immediately. "Wipe my ass!" I unrolled more paper and cleaned her thoroughly before discarding and flushing. I assisted Lady Laura into her bath. "What would Lady Laura wish to have for breakfast?" I asked. I made Laura breakfast every morning since I became unemployed but today definitely felt and was different. "I can smell the coffee." Laura replied, "Just English muffins and jam will be good." I excused myself and went to set the table, and prepare to toast the English muffins at the appropriate time. I could hear Lady Laura humming gaily to herself as she readied for breakfast. Then I heard the bathroom door open. I was about to start the toaster as I thought she would come down the stairs but she went back to her bedroom again. I waited about 20 minutes before Laura reappeared and descended the stairs. She wore her white, silk kimono wrap and 4-inch slippers with a white Marabou trim. She had applied light make up and brushed out her short auburn hair. Perfect as always! I was so in awe of Lady Laura, I forgotten about everything else. "Is breakfast ready?" Laura asked. Shaking my head I answered. "Please sit Lady Laura. I bring your coffee immediately." As I scurried back to the kitchen. "Shit!" I muttered to myself as I pushed the button on the toaster before pouring her coffee which she drank strong and black. As I brought Lady Laura the steaming cup of java, I informed her "Your English muffins will be ready in a minute. May I get Lady Laura something else while waiting?" "Yes Marta." Laura replied. "Where's the morning Times? Would you please go get it?" "Yes Lady Laura!" I had forgotten to get the paper. "Right away!" My heels clicked on the floor as I quickly walked to the door. I paused as I reached to the door knob, realizing what I was dressed in. I had never gone out of the house fully exposed in my female persona. "What are you waiting for Marta?" I turned to see Laura watching me. "Go get the paper!" I turned the knob and opened the door. I cautiously stuck my head outside. "Hurry up Marta!" Laura prodded me. "Don't make me tell you again!" With trepidation I stepped outside to find the paper. It was in front of the landing only about 10 feet away. I was so nervous, if felt like 100 feet! I looked left, then right and dashed as best I could to grab the journal as quick as I could. Just as my hand touched the newspaper, I heard a slam and click. I looked up to see the front door closed. I grabbed the paper and dashed back to the door. Locked! I rang the door bell..... No answer! I rang it again...... Still no answer! Desperately I started ringing the bell and banging on the door. Finally the door opened. Standing there was Laura. She seemed to have a little smirk in her smile. "Why Marta! Did you get locked out?" Laura asked in a so sickly sweet innocent tone. "I heard the door bell but assumed you would answer it! What do you think you are doing going outside half naked in only your underwear? Come in! Come in!" But Laura didn't move out of the way immediately. She grabbed the paper out my hand, unfolded it and looked at the front page. I stood in the door way for a minute before Laura moved. I had to wait until I could pass by without bumping her. Finally being able to pass by, but still in front of the open door. "Thank you for letting me back in, Lady Laura." I said graciously. "I'm not sure why the door closed or why it was locked." Laura stood there and nodded only slightly; pretending to be engrossed by an article before slowly closing the door. I think Laura wanted to push the limit to how much humiliation I would take. Laura sat back down at the table and sipped her coffee. I brought the English muffins and place them in front of her. I stood there and waited. Laura put the paper down, took a bite of the muffin and chewed. She looked at me and asked "What is it? Is there something else you want Marta?" "Lady Laura, I know it is not my station to questions, but I was wondering about Lady Laura's reaction to finding out about me." "You mean about you being a panty wearing sissy?" She asked me as I nodded my head up and down in response. "Do you think I'm that stupid?" Laura accused me. "No Lady Laura, but I ...." Laura interrupted me before I could finish. "Shut up!" Laura glowered. "Don't you think I started noticing things?" I stood there with my mouth agape. "One: MY lingerie was not where or how I placed them when I put them away. They were almost always moved. Two: some of MY bras and MY panties were stretched out of shape. Even some of MY shoes were loose. Three: I wear lingerie everyday. Don't you think I wouldn't notice when you wore MY things under your sweat pants?" She told me. I stood there stunned. "I know you wore my things under your clothes in front of me. Didn't you realize Marta, that when you wore garters tightly as you did, they produced a kind of indentation and showed through? The garter clips show a bump and bras produce a small but notable bump in the back." Laura explained. "We won't even discuss the fact you played with yourself even in front of me." "But you .... ah... Lady Laura never said or did anything!" I stuttered. "Why?" "While I suspected, I really hadn't any proof." Laura admitted. "I thought about it a lot. At first I was kind of pissed my husband was some perverted, panty wearing sissy freak but after I calmed down and I thought about it, I noticed I started getting a little wet in my own panties. I thought about how to catch you in the act. Maybe feel you up when you were all dressed up. And what I would do if I ever caught you. Well the rest is kind of history, don't you think!" Laura laughed. Unbelieving of what my own ears had just heard. "You mean you had this all planned and worked out?" "Well maybe not the maid part." Laura replied. "That came to mind when I saw you cleaning house with the duster." Laura looked at her watch. "Shit! I'm going to be late for work!" She stared at me. "Marta! Go get my blue suit out. My white silk blouse. Red camisole and the French cut lacy panties. Don't forget my stocking and garters. And my red pumps!" As if on automatic, I scampered to the bedroom and started assembling her things. I laid the suit and blouse on the bed as I saw her do before. Pulled out a camisole then went to find her panties. I opened the drawer and stared. I had never thought about how many different panties she had, let alone which ones she wanted today. I pulled out three of my favourite lace ones: a high cut with a small triangle in front and a thin lace strip running in back; a high cut full front and back paneled and a cheeky panty with black lace trim (my most favourite). I paired her shoes, made sure they were polished and then set them along with the ensemble just before Lady Laura entered and peeled off her kimono. She was naked underneath. I noted just a slight shiny wetness glinting on her protruding clit. "Marta! Help me get dressed!" Laura instructed me. "I was unsure which panties Lady Laura would like so I laid out a selection for her." I said meekly. "Those ones!" Laura pointed at the red cheeky ones. I smiled as I knelt down in front and held them open for Laura. Laura pointed through one foot then the other. As I started to slide them up her legs, I could not resist and licked the dampness from her cunt lips. Laura let me tongue her for a minute. I could hear her start to moan. My tongue started to penetrate when she pushed my head away. "I've got no time for your gratification right now Marta. Finish dressing me!" Laura reprimanded me. I pulled the panties up over her bum. I helped her on with the garter (which she always wore over her panties because she felt more slutty that way), and rolled and clipped her stocking on. Camisole then blouse; skirt and jacket. I slipped on the shoes. Laura stood in front of the mirror and inspected herself. "Thank you Marta." I was beaming. "You look like crap though." Laura's comments cut me. "Stay there!" I waited as she went to her drawer. She pulled out a number of things quickly. "Wash up and you can change into these." Laura instructed. "Tomorrow we can work on getting you your own wardrobe. You can keep what you are wearing as your own. I don't want it back. And make sure your apron is clean and pressed before I get back tonight. Dinner ready." With that, Laura left the house for the day. I cleaned everything up before washing and changing into my new outfit. Maid Service Ch. 02 Alyssa moved into the Martin's house the day after her interview, after signing an extensive contract detailing what would be expected of her as both maid and sex partner. Alyssa had hesitated a little when she saw just how detailed the contract was on what she would allow to be done to her body and what she might be expected to participate in. This included being open to sexual contact with any and all parts of her body, and being willing to fuck anyone the Martin's instructed her to. There was of course a safety clause that explained the use of Alyssa's safe word. The catch was, though, that if she ever used the safety word, her employment would end. The Martin's had explained that they would never ask her to do anything that would endanger her or do her lasting harm, but that they had very particular and varied desires and that Alyssa must be willing to participate in them if she was going to work for them. After her first six months on the job, it was apparent to Alyssa that the Martins, whom she was allowed only to refer to as Sir or Ma'am, were much more interested in a live-in submissive than they were a maid. Both Mr. and Mrs. Martin were dominants and while they could please each other, it was much more satisfying for both of them when they got to exert control over someone together. It also became apparent that Alyssa did not know nearly as much about BDSM as she'd thought she did. Before coming to work for the Martin's, she had thought herself pretty kinky for letting her boyfriend tie her up and spank her a bit. After just a few weeks at her new job, she had learned that there was a lot more to being a submissive. She was also coming to learn that she thouroughly enjoyed being dominated and humiliated. Just a week before, the Martin's had another couple over for drinks when Mrs. Martin had called Alyssa into the living room. "I thought I told you to dust this room," Mrs. Martin said coldly, her arms crossed over her chest. "Yes, Ma'am. I did." Alyssa kept her eyes downcast as she had been taught. "Then what is that?" The older woman pointed to the mantle over the fireplace where fingers had been swiped through the dust evident there. "It's dust, Ma'am. I'm sorry, I must have missed some." "Strip." Alyssa blushed furiously. Although she had been naked in front of other friends of the Martin's and indeed had sex with several of them, she had always done so knowing beforehand what would happen. Being ordered to undress in front of these two strangers was embarrassing. She did as she was told and was soon standing stark naked in the middle of the living room. "On your knees, whore." Alyssa flinched at the last word, and blushed as she obeyed. "Crawl over to Michael and Carol," Mr. Martin ordered from his seat on the couch. She did so, humiliated. Even so, she felt moisture seeping between her legs as she knelt in front of the couple. "Apologize." "I am sorry that I did not do a better job of cleaning. I will do better next time." She had then been instructed give Michael a blowjob and let Carol fuck her with a dildo by way of apology. Alyssa had been reminiscing about that night while she did the laundry one morning when Mrs. Martin called her into the kitchen. The woman stood besid the kitchen table, her greying blonde hair pulled back in a sophisticated chignon and wearing a pinstriped skirt suit for work. There were eight full glasses of water lined up on the counter and a bowl sitting on the floor beside a kitchen chair. "Good morning, dear. We're going to try something new today. Drink the water please." The first two glasses were easy, the third and fourth a little harder. By the fifth glass her stomach was uncomfortably full, and the sixth glass a struggle. The seventh glass hurt as her stomach was so full and she'd drunk the first glasses in under ten minutes. It took her another five to finish all of the eighth glass and she felt bloated and uncomfortable when she was done. Her bladder was already beginning to fill. "Very good," Mrs. Martin said sweetly. "Know, undress, slut." Alyssa did so, folding her clothes neatly and laying them on the table. Mrs. Martin smiled. "My husband has fucked me three times since last night, Alyssa. I've been wearing these same panties the whole time and they are full of cum. Take them off for me, but don't spill anything." The younger woman knelt in front of her employer and carefully rolled the skirt up to her waist. Her panties were old satin granny panties that had sagged in the middle with the weight of the cum. Alyssa slid her fingers into the waistband and slowly lowered them to Mrs. Martin's toned legs. She could see brown swirled in the liquid, and knew that the woman had been fucked in the ass at least once. Mrs. Martin stepped out of the panties and instructed Alyssa to place them in the bowl on the floor. She then sat down in the kitchen chair and spread her legs. "You're my maid, right? Clean me out, but don't swallow anything." "Yes, Ma'am," Alyssa murmured, and scooted closer to the chair, placing her hands gently on the woman's thighs. She could see the cum still dripping out of her pussy and asshole. Alyssa dragged her tongue up from the puckered bud to Mrs. Martin's clit, scooping the leaking jizz into her mouth. In her time at the Martin's, she had been well taught how to lick pussy and clean it out. She circled her lips around the anus and sucked, licking around the hole and pushing her tongue into the tight sphincter to drag the dirty cum into her mouth. Mrs. Martin pushed her ass harder against the girl's face and made a small sound of pleasure. Alyssa continued to lick and suck around her boss's ass until she couldn't get any more cum out. More cum had leaked out of Mrs. Martin's pussy when Alyssa transfered her attention, mixed with the woman's own juices as she became more aroused. Alyssa licked it up and took the time to swirl her tongue around the sensitive nub at the top of her cleft, sucking it into her mouth. "Yesssss," Mrs. Martin hissed, fisting her hand into Alyssa's long dark hair. Alyssa began to suck in earnest at the woman's hole as more cum filled her mouth. She jabbed her stiffened tongue up into the pussy, swirling it around inside and dragging the jizz out. "Oh, yeah. C'mon, eat me out, you filthy little bitch." Mrs. Martin added her other hand to the back of Alyssa's head, pushing the girl's face into her pussy, encouraging her. Alyssa gave a small, muffled whimper as her nose was pressed into the woman's clit and folds. She rubbed her face into the woman's pussy, sucking and licking furiously as Mrs. Martin moaned and began to shudder. "That's it, slut. Oh, god, yeah. Make me cum, you whore." She gripped Alyssa's hair tightly, grinding her face into her hot, wet pussy, and squeezing her head with her thighs as she felt her orgasm build. "Yeah, yeaaaahhhhh, ohhhhhhh YEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH. FUUUUUUUUUCCCKKKKK!!" Mrs. Martin's body shook and hot juices flowed onto Alyssa's face and into her mouth as the woman came fiercely. Mrs. Martin released Alyssa's head and let the girl fall back to the floor, gasping for breath through her nose as she held the cum in her mouth. Mrs. Martin got her own breathing under control, then pulled Alyssa to her knees by her arm. "Kiss me," she whispered, leaning over the girl. Alyssa opened her mouth and welcomed the woman's expert tongue, sealing their lips together. Cum squeezed out between their lips as Mrs. Martin pushed her tongue as far down Alyssa's mouth and throat as she could, causing the girl to fight her gag reflex. She tilted Alyssa's head back so that the cum drippled down over her naked shoulders and breasts. Alyssa moaned with pleasure as she kissed her boss. Her pussy was flooded with moisture and her bladder was starting to complain with fullness. She felt like a dirty slut, sitting naked in the kitchen covered in cum after eating out another woman's pussy, kissing a sexy woman twenty five years her senior. It was humiliating to think about what people would think of her if they knew, and that thought made her even wetter. Mrs. Martin withdrew from Alyssa's mouth and squeezed her cheeks with a manicured hand, pushing her lips together. Alyssa let the cum squish out between her teeth, relishing in the taste of ass and pussy and cock all mixed together. Mrs. Martin then reached down with her other hand and dragged roughly across Alyssa's sopping pussy. Alyssa moaned at the contact and rubbed her self against the woman's hand before she withdrew. "Did you enjoy that, cunt?" she asked harshly. "Yesh, Ma'am," Alyssa replied, her lips still puckered by the other hand squeezing her cheeks. Mrs. Martin smiled sweetly. "Would you like me to lick your pussy now?" Alyssa shivered in anticipation, moisture running down her legs. "Yesh, Ma'am. Pwease." "Too bad." Her smiled turned into a leer as she twisted Alyssa's mouth before releasing her. "Pick up the bowl and follow me." Mrs. Martin stood, pulled her skirt down and walked down the stairs into the basement. Alyssa did, and her bladder protested as she walked. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she felt a little apprehension as she saw that Mrs. Martin had entered the smaller bedroom, the one Alyssa privately refered to as the dungeon. This was the room where she had been introduced to sensory deprivation, nipple clamps, all manners of whips, and a myriad of other toys and instruments. True, Alyssa had found some form of pleasure in all of it eventually, but everytime they used this room, Alyssa was introduced to something new that was usually uncomfortable and scary at first. She knew that Mrs. Martin had to leave for work soon, and wondered what they could possibly do in this room in that short of a time. Still, Alyssa walked into the room, where a double bed which sagged in the middle was set up with a plastic sheet and padded handcuffs at all four corners. There was a small table by the bed on which sat a slender pink vibrator. "Set the bowl down here, please," Mrs. Martin instructed, indicating the table with the dildo. Alyssa did so. "Ma'am?" "Yes, dear?" "Please, Ma'am, may I go use the washroom first?" A smile curved the older woman's lips. "No, you may not. Lay in the middle of the bed." "Please, Ma'am, I really need to go." The smile disappeared, replaced by a stern look. "And I told you, no. Now, lay down on the bed, whore." Alyssa's eyes watered at the harsh rebuke. Usually the Martin's were very cognizant of her needs and comfort and would let her attend to her needs during their sessions. She did as she was told though, and lay on her back, spread eagle on the bed. The bed was most definitely dipped towards the middle. Mrs. Martin moved silently to each corner of the bed and shackled Alyssa's wrists and ankles tightly; not so much as to cut off circulation, but enough to be uncomfortable. "Now, bitch, here is what is going to happen today," the woman said, moving over to the small table and picking up the dildo. "You are going to be tied to this bed all day. I know how fucking horny you are, you little slut, so I'm going to leave you with this." She held up the vibrator then placed it at the entrace of Alyssa's dripping pussy, the slender tip barely an inch inside. "I know you have to piss, but that is part of your training today. You said you think you like to be humiliated? Well, what could be more humiliating than pissing yourself and then having to lie in it all day?" Alyssa gaped at Mrs. Martin. She was going to have to lie in her own filth? That was disgusting! "I am such a filthy whore! Fuck, I'm sick!" Alyssa thought to herself, but at the same time the thought of what a degraded little whore she would be if she went through with this, what her employers would do to her afterwards made her even wetter and hotter. That is until Mrs. Martin pushed down on her bladder and she had to clench every muscle to keep from messing herself then and there. She whimpered in the discomfort that was now bordering on pain. Mrs. Martin snapped her fingers when she heard the sound. "I almost forgot!" She walked back to the table and picked up the bowl containing the soiled panties. "Open your mouth." Alyssa stared at her in horror. Surely not! It was one thing to plan to lay in her own piss all day, but to do it gagged with shit and cum soaked panties? She couldn't do it. Could she? Mrs. Martin narrowed her eyes. "I said, open your mouth. Or do you wish to use your safe word?" Alyssa shook her head vigorously. No, she loved the way this job made her feel. She'd never had better sex than here, she didn't want to give that up. She opened her mouth. Mrs. Martin lifted the dripping panties and shoved them gusset first into the girl's mouth. Alyssa gagged at the cold, nasty, spunk. Mrs. Martin just smiled and shoved the rest of the panties in. They filled Alyssa's mouth completely, stretching her cheeks wide. Even had she tried, Alyssa wouldn't be able to push them out of her mouth. "Can you breath?" Mrs. Martin asked. Alyssa nodded. "Good. Mr. Martin will be by to check on you on his lunch break. See you this evening!" And with that, she turned on the vibrator, turned off the light, shut the door, and went to work. Maid Service Ch. 03 I love that feeling of putting on fresh, crisp, lacy panties. They hug my bum so nicely giving me a beautiful curvaceous rear. Well as beautiful and curvaceous as a guy's bum could be. No matter how much I tried, I could not get that firm, round butt like Laura has. Anyway, I had just finished cleaning the house for Laura. I took a long shower and carefully shaved (legs, bum, underarm, etc) and was changing into some clean panties. I didn't realize what time it was when I heard the front door open. "Marta! Where are you?" Laura demanded. Not finished dressing, I ran to where Lady Laura was waiting. I found her standing there with one foot in front of the other; the lead foot was impatiently tapping the floor. Her arms were crossed and there was a slight frown on her lips. Behind her, the front door was open. "Marta, I expect you to be waiting for me as I come in through the door." Laura told me. "I don't expect to have to tell you again. Do you understand Marta?" "Yes, Lady Laura. " I answered. "I understand, but I was ..." "I don't want to hear it!" Lady Laura cut me off. "Don't make your problems, my problems!" "Yes, Lady Laura." I cowered. "I am sorry." "Look at you! You're not even dressed." Laura pointed outside through the open door. "Are you trying to show all the neighbours what kind of slut you are? Maybe I should make you stand outside like that? Would you like that, slut?" "Lady Laura, please! No" I begged. "I can ...." I didn't get a chance to finish me begging. "Now pick up these bags, shut the door and bring the bags to my room." There were two large bags dropped just behind where Laura was standing. I followed Lady Laura's instructions exactly; grabbed the bags as she walked to her bedroom, closed the front door and then chased after her. "Marta! Come help me change." I quickly dumped the bags on the bed and scurried to help Lady Laura. I slipped off her shoes as she removed her suit jacket and let it fall to the floor. As I was picking it up, Laura had unzipped her tight skirt and let if fall around her ankles. I waited as she stepped out of it before picking it up and putting the suit on a hanger to put it away. "I want a quick shower, Marta. Go ready it." Laura instructed me. I went to the bathroom and started running the water. Laura entered a minute later totally nude. I was still wearing only my panties. As Laura stepped into the shower, she ordered, "Marta, come inside and soap me." I started to take off my underwear but was stopped. "Marta! I didn't tell you to undress!" Lady Laura scolded me. "This is my shower, not yours!" I pulled my panties back in place and entered the pouring water. I carefully washed her body before kneeling down. Laura spread her legs slightly as I soaped her hairless pussy. Laura turned and put her hands against the far wall. She stuck her ass towards me and told me "Make sure it's clean." I poured some liquid soap down from the top of her crack and thoroughly cleaned her. "Prove it's clean enough to eat off of." Lady Laura told me. I immediately planted my face between her cheeks and started mawing her soapy hole as if it were my last meal. "Fuck me with that long tongue of yours, Marta!" Laura commanded. Fully extended, my tongue is almost 4 inches long. Almost as long as my stiff cock, but more talented and more enjoyed by Lady Laura. I stuck out my tongue, pushed it between her parted cheeks and into her puckered asshole. It had a little residual soapy taste but I dared not comment for fear of not cleaning Lady Laura sufficiently. I inserted my tongue as far as it would go; curling the tip up and down as I fucked Laura's ass. Lady Laura's breathing became harder and louder. I could tell she was about to come when suddenly she stood erect and told me "Stop! I'm not here for your enjoyment! Get out and get my towel!" I followed her request and dried her with a big fluffy towel. Laura then wrapped it around her body. "We're going out for dinner." She said out of no where. I followed her to her room where she opened one of the bags; then the other. "Here! Wear this underneath. You can put your ugly man clothes over it. I don't want others to know what a sick girlie bitch I would allow to accompany me." I took the bag and looked inside. Lady Laura had purchased a new set of lingerie for me. I eyed the other bag. "Don't look in the other bag until I tell you." I obeyed Lady Laura's order. I moved to my bedroom and laid the new outfit on my bed before stripping off my wet panty. I went back to the bathroom and dried myself off then inspected myself for any stray hair. I ran my hands over my body. "Mmmmm!" I thought to myself smiling. "Nice and smooth!" Back to my bedroom to dress. I picked up my new thong: pink and lacy, but the crotch had a lining inside. I read the label: "Stagettes." It was a cross town place where CD's and pre-op TS's go to purchase clothes. I looked closer at new panties and saw it was designed to better control my "package" from moving and showing. I put them on; the thin string slid between and up my crack snuggly and then a pink, lacy waist cincher to give me a more feminine shape and control my tummy. I carefully rolled up the white, opaque stockings with a pink seam running down the back of my leg and attached them to the six cincher garter clips (three on each side). I just picked up the bra as Lady Laura entered my room. She was dressed in a tight hugging, backless, black evening dress. The hem was well about her knees. I could tell from the bumps on her thighs Laura was wearing stockings with garters. "Well...well. Marta, you look cute but some thing is not right." Laura stared at me with her piercing eyes. "I know! You're looking a little flat!" I returned a look of puzzlement. "You need some help on top!" Laura clarified. "Here Marta. Let me put these on for you." Lady Laura opened a small bag and pulled out something. Lady Laura was thoughtful enough to purchase some C-sized silicon falsies to insert into my empty cups. As Laura placed each over my breast, she pinched the silicon nipple and pushed the inside firmly against me. As well as an adhesive, there seemed to be some sort of suction feature that pulled my nipple into it. "There!" Laura smiled as she helped me with my pink shelf bra. "They fit perfectly. Don't worry Marta, they won't fall off. The glue was made to hold until I want to remove them!" As if to prove a point, Lady Laura started to pull my new nipples; my new breasts held tight. As she pulled, my nipples seemed to be tugged as well. I started to get a little boner. Laura noticed. "Put your suit on." Laura scolded me. "Don't get your new panties soiled. Hurry up or we'll be late!" I donned a crisp white shirt and Boss tie. I was deciding on my black suit when Lady Laura told me to wear the light beige, linen suit. I knew if I put it on, you would see traces of what I was wearing. "Lady Laura! You can see what I'm wearing underneath!" I pleaded. "Please let me wear my darker suit!" "You should have thought of that before you dressed!" Lady Laura denied me my change. The jacket barely concealed my huge tits. I would have to hunch over a bit to try and mask my noticeable mammalian glands. I started to put some socks on. "What are you doing?" Laura asked. "Don't be stupid! You can't wear those socks on top of stockings!" Knowing there was no arguing the point, I left my socks off and put my shoes on. "Come here! I have one more item for you to wear!" I moved towards Laura. "Turn around!" I turned to face the bed. Laura reached around and undid my pants, letting them drop to the floor. "Bend over and put your hands on the bed." I complied. Laura lifted my jacket and shirt tail over my back. I felt her move my thong string to one side; then a cold, wet and firm item push against my rear hole. I dared not protest as I felt this plug fully enter me. Then I thought I could feel it growing in girth. I turned to see Lady Laura pumping what looked like a rubber ball in her hand. With each pumping motion, I felt a pressure increase in rectum. "Gawd!" I felt so filled; so excited; so used. When Laura stopped pumping, she held the base and pulled. "There! That won't come out until I want it to!" She unattached the hose from the plug. "Come on! Marta! Oh I guess I should call you Martin when you're dress like a man ... sort of." Laura chuckled. "Come on Martin. Fix your panties and pull up your pants. Let's go!" I readjusted myself and followed Laura. Unaccustomed to my butt plug, walking was slower and harder. I could feel it move in my bowel with each step. "Bzzzzz!" "Ooooh!" I yelped. Oh, Martin. I forgot to tell you." Laura smirked at me. "The plug has a remote control, vibro-shock feature for when you misbehave. Now hurry up! You drive." I walked as fast as I could to the car and got in. The plug did not make things any more comfortable. "Lady Laura. May I ask where we are going?" "Follow the GPS. It's already programmed." Laura told me. I started the car and pulled away. Laura's hand felt my lap. She pulled at my garter strap and ran her hand between my legs squeezing me as I tried to drive. "Mmmmm. Nice underwear you seem to be wearing Martin." Laura smiled. "You'll have to model it for me later." I took the on ramp to the express way. As I entered, I started to feel a small tingle up my ass. "Please Lady Laura!" I begged. "Not while I'm driving!" But to no avail. In fact, Laura increased the intensity. It took all I had to maintain control of the car. Suddenly, there was a blare of siren coming from behind. I checked my rear view and saw the flashing cherry of the cop car. I pulled the car to the road side and stopped. Laura thankfully shut off vibro plug and I watched the officer get out of his car through my side view mirror. I rolled the window down and looked at not a he, but a she cop! Blond hair, red lips was all I could see from beneath the cap and sunglasses. Her uniform looked regulation but was fitted. I could tell she had a nice set under that shirt. "License and registration please." Her name tag said "P. Bracey." As I shifted for my wallet in my back pocket, my jacket gaped opened and exposed my huge chest to Officer Bracey. I handed over the documents before she walked back to her car smiling to herself. I watched as she called it in over her radio. I started to feel a small buzz up my ass. "P ... please Lady Laura! Don't do this!" Once again begging for her to stop. "That is for not obeying the law and getting us pulled over." Laura reprimanded me. I didn't see Office Bracey return. I turned to see her with surprise. "Oh! I didn't see you come back!" I told her. "Martin. Do you know why you are being stopped?" She asked. Just as I tried to answer, I felt an increasing pulsing, surge in my bum. "I ...eeee! 'm sorry off..FF..icer! I guess I WASN"T paying attention." I tried to answer her calmly. "This car is not registered to you." Bracey said. "No..oo..oo! It's hers!" pointing at Laura. I knew calling her just "Laura" that I may pay for it later, but I could barely speak properly. "Are you alright sir?" the officer asked. "I'm fi...EEN!" I groaned. "That's it! Please step out of the car sir!" as she backed away from the car. "Come around to the front please and put your hands on the hood. Miss, would you please remain inside the car for your own safety." I got out and tried to comply but each step I took was made more difficult with each pulsing, vibro-shock from the butt plug. I just managed to make it to the front of the car and lean against the hood. My knees barely support me as I stood there. Officer Bracey kicked my legs further apart; I squeeze my buttock together...hard and closed my eyes. My tiny cock was rock solid. She went through the pockets to my jacket before sliding her hands underneath to frisk me. She ran her hands over my back; feeling my bra and then in front over my tits. I could feel her pinch my nipples and squeeze each breast. I moaned. "Nice tits, Martin." Bracey told me. "Almost as nice as mine and your girl-friend's!" Laura tweaked up the intensity a notch; my knees buckled slightly. "Remain standing or I'll cuff you!" she warned. The Police Officer started moving downward; over my ass; between my legs and then down my thighs and calves. She reached under my pant leg and found my stockings. Her hands started moving up the front of my legs. Upon reaching my garter clips, the officer started playing with them as she press against me hard from the rear. "Nice!" Officer Bracey whispered in my ear. I could tell she was staring directly at Laura as spoke. She pulled my zipper down and reached inside. "You're her little panty bitch aren't you Martin!" I tried to concentrate. "Answer me girl!" the Officer commanded as she crushed my aching balls. "Yes!" I cried. "I'm Lady Laura's panty bitch!" "Lady Laura!" I could sense Officer Bracey's elation. She pulled me to the passenger side of the car. "Lady Laura, did you know your boyfriend here is a little panty bitch?" "He's my husband actually." Laura pretending surprise. "Martin! What is this police officer saying?" "Here! Let me show you Lady Laura!" Officer Bracey undid the rest of my pants and let them drop to the ground. "Look! He's wearing panties. Very nice ones too." "Oh Martin! I'm so shocked. Are you some pervy, panty slut?" Laura mocked. "Officer, I bet he's hiding something up his ass too! Could be dangerous!" Bracey ran her fingers between my cheeks and found my butt plug. "What's this?" She asked. "Oh I think that's what this controls!" Laura showed Bracey the remote. "I wonder what this button does?" Laura pushed the button. A rr.rrrr..gh!" I screamed. The intensity and pulsations increased to more than I could stand. Officer Bracey held me erect and started to dry hump me from behind. I started to spasm and cum hard in my panties until I finally collapsed and blanked out. The next thing I knew, I was in the car passenger side pulling into our driveway. My pants were gone, I sat there exposed in my under things. "Well it's a good thing Officer Bracey was able to put you in the car, Marta." Laura said. "But you wrecked my dinner. Go make me something when we get inside..... I'm so disappointed with you." Laura got out and left me in the parked car which was nearer to the street than the house. It was still semi-light out so anyone would be able to see me. I looked around and dashed out towards the house. The door was locked.....again! I timidly knocked on the door. Laura opened it after a few moments. "Hurry up Marta! I'm starving." Not wanting to anger Lady Laura any more than I had to, I rushed to the kitchen and started to prep whatever I could find. "Ding-Dong!" The door bell rang. "Marta! I'm not dressed. Go answer the door." Laura shouted down to me. "What about me?" I thought to myself. "I only have underwear on and women's underwear at that." I unlocked the door and carefully opened it just a crack to peek out. The door swung wide open and forced me back. Standing in the door way was Officer P. Bracey.