1 comments/ 34242 views/ 5 favorites Samantha's Career Ch. 01 By: bondagekitten Samantha didn't know what to do with herself. Now that she had just gotten a handle on her new job, working as a maid for the new owners of the manor house on the hill (the old owners had never found out about her time in the manor many years earlier, thankfully. She blushed all over at the memory), the owners were off to the south of France for a vacation. She had very firm instructions as to how to maintain the home up to the Mistress's exacting specifications- the wooden spoon the Mistress carried as she explained the workings of the house left no doubt as to the consequences of an error. Master and Mistress were very devout believers in the proper application of corporeal punishment... Samantha rubbed the purple marks on her pert, round ass, a reminder of what had happened when she had gotten confused using the newfangled washer-dryer machine and stained one of Master's shirts. "We'll be back in six days," Mistress had said, placing tortoiseshell combs into her long ebony hair, building it into a tall coif. Her cigarette holder was held elegantly in a gloved hand- Samantha had learned to watch it carefully, because the closer it was to vertical, the angrier she was. "And Samantha- no hanky-panky. If I hear even a whisper that you've let anyone into my home..." "Our home," Master said, watching Leroy the houseboy carry out the luggage. "Our home, you will lose your job and I will take a personal hand in your punishment." Leroy winced sympathetically. Mistress had put out a cigarette on his arm once, and he knew she was even crueler to the female employees. Of course, she had done it while she held his head between her steely-strong thighs, so it might have been an accident- although he doubted it. (Mistress didn't approve of people slacking off... anywhere, under any conditions.) "Mistress, I assure you. I will take ex- exemplary care of the house while you're gone. Nothing will go wrong." By now, Samantha was just terrified that Mistress would decide she needed reminding of what punishment was and spank her before they left- she'd been known to act capriciously that way. Finally, however, Master and Mistress were compelled by the train schedule to leave. Taking Leroy and most of the other servants with them, they left Samantha entirely alone in the great big house- only the night watchman would be there, and he only in the evenings. The rest of the time, the house was beautiful and empty, and Samantha did what she always did when left alone- pleasured herself. Today, she tried on some of Mistress's fancy underwear (she'd made a habit of it, and found that nothing in the world could compare to the feeling of silk against her most delicate places) and, laying back on the Mistress's bed, began to fantasize. Samantha's sexuality had always been forthright, but lately, she noticed, her fantasies had become downright filthy. Interestingly her favorite fantasy had emerged right here, in this very house, years ago before the new Master and Mistress moved in- but that was quite literally a different story. Samantha gently parted her legs and ran a hand up her creamy thighs, delighting in the thrill that her body gave her, the subtle tensing and tightening of her flesh, preparing her for pleasure. Just as her first fingertip reached below her workaday skirt and towards the panties she'd filched from Mistress's dresser, a horrifyingly loud knock came at the door. Samantha, thinking for a moment that Master and Mistress had forgotten something and returned home, nearly died with fear. Then she remembered that they would never knock at their own home... She went downstairs to see what it could be about. She peeked through the peephole. There was a man outside- his car was parked by the side of the house, and there was a large box next to him. The man was tall and slender, his elegant frame draped in a slightly ill-fitting suit. His eyes were blue, and looking directly at her. She gasped and jumped away from the door. How had he known she was there? He knocked again, this time, with a distinct air of impatience. She opened the door. "I- I'm sorry but the Master and Mistress are away right now and I don't think I'm allowed-" "Nonsense!" His voice cut through hers like a propeller blade through a seal. "Now's the perfect time for you-" He somehow forced the door open, despite Samantha's best efforts- "to get a private demonstration of the finest luxury educational system the world has ever seen. Believe me, Madam, when master and mistress get back they will be so proud of you for ordering one of these devices that they may very well promote you to chief maid. Wouldn't that be nice?" "I- I don't think there's any such thing as a chief maid-" "Irrelevant! You're getting caught up in details, my dear Samantha, you're going to miss the chance of your lifetime over a job title. Not good business, not good business sense at all. Help me with this." She, still in shock, did. And how did he know her name? The box was heavy and bulky, but they still managed to bring it into the main dining room. Once there, the man struck a pose and hit a single button on the outside. The box suddenly and catastrophically began expanding, clicking, whirring, parts shifting and turning inside out until where there had been a single simple box there was now a chair with a complicated apparatus under the seat, a desk with several buttons, and a screen with a projector. It was all very scientific. Samantha didn't know what to make of it. But the man did. Speaking reverently, he said, "Miss Samantha. Say hello to the Educational Chair." "What does it do?" He smiled at her and for a second she saw a flicker of something in his eyes- something very, very frightening. "Why, it educates, Miss Samantha. Please try to keep up. Now sit down." She did. The seat was quite uncomfortable- it was like a bicycle seat, but with a large hole in the middle, and no coverage whatsoever for her butt. However, as soon as she sat down, the machine itself reacted- sudden metal shields extruded from the base and locked around her shins and thighs, while another set extruded to hold her arms up at the desk. Samantha shrieked. "What is this?! You pervert, I'm calling the-" "Nonsense! You're not calling anyone. Restraint is a virtue, my girl, and these restraints are very virtuous indeed. Since we added them to the design the efficiency of the chair has gone up 140% not including the other... improvements. Kindly be scientific about this." Samantha struggled a little. They were astonishingly tight and strong, and her weight, balanced between the very strange seat and the metal restraints, was comfortably distributed. Then, with a sudden wrenching noise, her legs slid apart. She gasped- in her tight skirt, her whole private region was now on display- including her damp, pilfered panties. "Mister! I insist that you-" "MA'AM! I cannot continue with the demonstration if you keep interrupting me. Now if you don't shut up, I'll have to find something to put in your mouth. Is that what you want?" She was shocked at his blatantness as he walked behind her. "No, no sir. Only please don't go behind me, I'm all exposed-" "Perfect." He stood directly behind her and suddenly touched her someplace incredibly delicate. She moaned, involuntarily, then cursed and began struggling again. "Stop," he said, his voice ringing. "These aren't your panties, are they?" How could he have known?! "Yes they- no, no they're not, sir. I'm sorry! I only-" "Shut up. I'm going to take them off you. The machine needs access to your, ahem, feminine region to work properly." She heard a click and felt the coolness of a knife sliding up her thigh. She wriggled. "Please no, these belong to my mistress- I'll be in so much- OH!" He cut them off with a contemptuous flick of his wrist, and the priceless silk fluttered to the ground like the banner of a defeated army. "I believe," he said, picking them up, "that I told you to be quiet." He took the panties and shoved them into her mouth- she could taste her own juices there- so humiliating- Then the chair moved again. "Normally, at this stage I would apply a little clitoral stimulation-" his hand made a sudden rapid circle above her clit, making her jump and gasp- "but as you're already wet enough..." He pushed a button on the desk in front of her and suddenly she felt something smooth and warm slide into her pussy, and something hard and round nudging up against her clit. "Those," he said, with a certain scientific air, "are brand new, state of the art, Branson-style vibrating electrodes. Do you know what that means?" She shook her head. "It means that they vibrate..." he keyed one button, and sudden her pussy was on fire with pleasure, her clit being played like a snare drum, and the warm secret place inside her being steadily thrummed with a rhythm that made her feel like the world was falling away beneath her- "And shock." He hit another button. Suddenly, agony shot through her, savage enough to make her almost wet herself- not agony precisely, no, more a sort of unbearable pressure- It stopped as he let go of the button. "Understand?" She spat out the panties. "Yes! Yes! Just don't do that anymore!" "If you obey, I won't. Now..." He slowly unzipped his pants. "Take this into your mouth." His cock was long, huge, and pink, hardening before her eyes. "No! Get that- AH!" He pushed the shock button. Samantha's world was only pain for several seconds. "Now take it into your mouth." She leaned forward and gulped as much of his cock as she could. He groaned with pleasure. "Mmm-hmm, good girl... yes..." He reached down and pushed the "vibrate" button. She moaned onto his long, thick cock, and he felt it all as pleasure. His hand found another button, gently running over the surface- then pressed it. She heard it first- something hissing through the air- and then felt then stunning SMACK on her ass. It felt like fire. She gasped and jumped, almost choking on his cock. "That's the paddle. I'll use it to make sure you remain enthusiastic for your task. Now suck, you little slut..." SMACK She went back to work. She had little enough experience, but she wrapped her little lips around his thick cock and sucked for all she was SMACK worth, trying to just bring him SMACK to orgasm so that he would SMACK let her go or better yet SMACK just let her come, come, come SMACK Her body had betrayed her. She was rocking back and forth as much as she could with her restraints in place, trying to increase as much as possible the stimulating from the buzzing seat and the little penetrating dildo. SMACK SMACK SMACK Even she was beginning to get sick of the slurping sounds her mouth made around his dick when suddenly he pulled out of her mouth, pressed the spank button one more time (It made her cry out, now that she had no hard cock to suck on) and turned around. "Time to give you a real education," he said, and dropped his pants and boxers. "Your mouth on my cock is all well and good, but you have to learn that cock is a privilege to be earned. Before that, you'll be used however I want- and right now, I want you to lick my ass." Samantha was horrified. "NO!" He shocked her. It hurt, but she held strong. "NO! That's disgusting and degrading and I won't do it! No matter what you do to me!" He shocked her for almost ten seconds, spanking her the whole time. Tears ran down her face and her ass was so raw she thought she might be bleeding, but she still refused. Finally, he stopped. Exaggerating a sigh, he said, "well, I guess I'll just have to give up. Oh wait..." he smiled suddenly, devilishly, and Samantha knew that he would defeat her- "what does this button do?" He pressed it and instantly Samantha felt a pressure against her asshole- something large, about the size of two fingers side by side, was pressing against her. Its surface was studded with holes that leaked lubricant. Each time he pushed the button, it pushed against her, and her clenched body could only resist the lubricated pressure for so long before- "AH! Oh no oh no! God! Take it out!" Samantha's eyes watered from the size of the intruder, especially with her pussy already full. It didn't hurt, precisely- in fact the devil inside her made her admit it felt good- but the size and the obscenity of her violation drove her mad. And worse, the longer he held down the button, the further it went into her, and it got wider further down- "PLEASE! Stop! I'll lick your asshole! I'll do anything you want!" "Good," he whispered. He turned his back to her and spread himself. His ass was clean and his rosebud recently shaved- probably by his last customer, she thought bitterly. She gave it a tentative lick. SMACK "You can do better than that, you slut. Give it your all." She gave in. She licked his asshole, then began pressing her tongue inside, timing her thrusts to his grunts as he jerked himself off. Her tongue lashed and stroked, pressed, poked, and prodded, and in return the vibration was turned on and the anal penetrator slowly stepped down. Suddenly, he gave a gasp, and then a moan that echoed through the empty house. Turning suddenly, he thrust his cock into her mouth and came, filling her mouth with salty, watery semen. He then clapped his hand across her lips. "Swallow! Swallow it all, you filthy slut, or I swear-" She didn't want to know what else he could do to her. She swallowed, every drop. He stood there for a moment, his cock dripping, breathing hard with effort, his body shivering with orgasmic aftershock. Then he pressed a series of buttons on the Educational Chair, pulled up his pants, and began to walk out. "Wait! Where are you going?!" "I," he said, grinning, "am going into town for supplies. The Chair is programmed not to let you come until I get back... but to keep you on the razor's edge the whole time." Suddenly, horrifyingly, the machine began to move on its own. The buttons pressed in of their own accord, and things began to happen to poor Samantha's defenseless body- the penetrator moving in and out, the clit buzzing, the g-spot stimulator twitching- and then a horrible shock- and then clit buzzing and spanking, simultaneously. Suddenly, the projector clicked to life. Before her eyes, there was suddenly a pornographic film of incredible intensity, variety- and filth. What she had just done was just the surface- there was Sapphists and homosexuals having relations, there were machines that probed and played, there were handcuffs and dildos and a great deal of electricity. There were women being injected with drugs that made them sex-mad and locked in rooms with only a large dog for company, there were men made to wear leather restraints over their cocks and pleasure every woman in a room with their mouths. There was even a series of slides of a beautiful young woman vacationing alone in southern France- and in each picture, she was hiking up her skirt to show off her brand new, very modern, stainless-steel chastity belt. His voice came from behind her. "I will be back soon- but not soon enough to please you, I think... At any rate, enjoy the film, Samantha, because this is going to be a very, very, educational week for you." Samantha's Career Ch. 02 Samantha, who had been laying awake for hours thanks to her recent punishment, wished that her master had left her untied. The punishment had really been a doozy. She had tried to betray her master's orders by spitting out instead of swallowing the generous load he had shot in her mouth, and then to make things worse had tried to run away until he was less mad rather than face the consequences directly and subserviently. As a result, he had spanked her fifty times with his bare hand, right on her ass. This wasn't so bad on its own, but when Mistress got back from her day trip she was so enraged that she applied another fifty strokes with her engraved wooden paddle. She could now, if she looked in a mirror, see the words "slut" and "slave" written across her ass in bruises. Mistress was unforgiving. To make this worse, then she had forced Samantha to wear a devious variation on the chastity belt- a steel belt with two small rings in the front and a little tab that covered her pussy but not her ass. She had tied Samantha's hands together to the first ring, and then attached a small, silent vibrator to the second one. The vibration transmitted through the steel and very gently buzzed against her clit until she couldn't handle it anymore, begging, almost crying to be allowed to come- and instead Mistress had sent her to bed alone, with a burning ass and a soaking wet pussy. The door opened. Mistress walked in- Samantha could tell by the long cigarette holder and the extremely expensive, extremely subtle, extremely seductive perfume she wore. Both only intensified her need. "Mistress!" She cried out, trying not to sound desperate. "I'm here, slave. Are you sorry for what you did today?" "Yes! Yes! So sorry, ma'am, so sorry!" "What was it you did wrong?" She gulped. She hated enumerating her sins- it only made that secret voice in her cry out for more punishment. "I... didn't obey Master's order?" Mistress's cool, cruel hands were at Samantha's breasts. First one, then the other nipple was kneaded and gently plucked to diamond hardness as Samantha cooed her approval and tried to grind against the still-buzzing belt. Then, suddenly, mistress produced a pair of steel clamps and tightened them down on each nipple. Samantha cried out in raw agony. Another indignity visited on her helpless body! The two clamps were ice cold- Mistress always kept them in the freezer between "educational sessions"- and the chain that connected them was leaving a freezing trail across her delicate pale cleavage. She writhed and moaned. Mistress put a stop to it with a tug on the chain. "What did you do wrong, slave?" "I didn't swallow Master's come when he ordered me to! I didn't swallow his come! I'm sorry Mistress! I'm so sorry!" "Good girl..." Mistress, now that she had what she wanted (which was always obedience), was magnanimous. "Take the chain in your mouth, then roll over so I can see how your poor bottom is holding up." Samantha did as she was told, gathering the chain that bound her nipple clips into her mouth and rolling over despited the twisting pressure this put on her tormented breasts. Mistress gasped theatrically at her hot crimson buttocks, with the words that defined her role written in purple across each cheek. "My poor dear! You should have told me! You must be aching..." Mistress ran a soothing hand across her ass. "I'm so sorry, slave... I brought some ointment. Do you want it?" "Mmm!" Samantha said, talking around the chain in her mouth. Mistress patted the back of her head, then drew a fine silver bottle and pair of rubber gloves out of her purse. Samantha watched as she poured the creamy liquid into her gloved hands, then began to massage and knead it into her poor ravaged buttocks, at first paying special attention to the words, then moving in towards her rosebud. Samantha almost unconsciously arched her hips up, bringing herself and her tortured, desperate sex closer to Mistress's soothing hands. Mistress obliged, rubbing the cool soothing cream into her rosebud until it was thoroughly slick. Then, she gently, almost lovingly, slipped a finger inside her. Samantha moaned in pleasure as the Mistress's skilled finger made its way up inside her and then probing that special place in her ass that led straight to her g-spot. Mistress began to gently pump in and out, her lubed-up finger sliding easily in and out of Samantha's slick ass, prodding her g-spot. After hours of senseless, maddening clitoral vibration, Samantha could probably have come from a good backrub, but this was an embarrassment of riches, her body being lovingly pleasured by her exquisitely skilled owner's hands. Mistress leaned forward until Samantha felt her warm breath against her back. "Do you want to come, little slave?" "Mmm!" She knew better than to let the chain fall from her mouth. Mistress paused for a moment, gently working her rosebud, then slipped another finger inside. With two, she was able to vastly increase the maddening pleasure, driving Samantha closer and closer to the edge. "Take off the clips for me," Mistress whispered. "Pull them off, slut, or I'll never let you come." Samantha tried, pulling with all her might, but the pain was too much. Mistress redoubled her efforts, bringing Samantha's pleasure to a new height. "Pull them off or I'll stop!" Her voice was louder now, and an obvious threat. "Pull, you whore bitch, pull! Swallow that chain like it was my husband's cum!" Samantha struggled and yanked. Her nipples were twin points of agony even as her pelvis filled with white-hot pleasure, her breasts were two tortured mounds. The sheet against her felt like sandpaper above the waist and angel's wings below it. It was unbelievable, unbearable, and the only way it would end happily was with one mighty tug. She yanked, and the steel clips pulled off her, leaving only bruised purple flesh as a reminder. Mistress saw and with a few extra delicate strokes inside her ass pushed Samantha to a screaming, gasping, clenching orgasm. When she was finished, Mistress reached around her still-twitching hips and pulled the vibrator free from the belt. "Now hand me the clips, Samantha." Knowing better than to delay, Samantha struggled onto her knees. The Mistress stripped off her gloves, then held out her hand and Samantha let the clips fall from her mouth. "Good girl. Now you can sleep, yes?" Samantha nodded vigorously. "Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress!" "Good... but you won't be, not just yet." She stood up and pulled up her skirt, revealing her as-always perfectly trimmed dark patch and her perfect curved hips, as hard and pale and beautiful as if she was carved from marble. "Master and I are going to share you tonight, and I would advise being extremely good, if you don't want to spend all night with the clips and vibrator on. " "Mistress! Please no! That would be too much!" Master entered. "Have you told her?" Mistress smiled the inviting, entrancing smile she always did when she was about to witness something cruel. "I told her that we would be using her tonight, but not how you would be taking her... I suppose she knows what she's to do with me." She undid a button and her skirt shivered down, her classy, very expensive sweater stretched tight over her large breasts remaining on, her perpetual cigarette holder in its accustomed place. She took a drag and settled gracefully down on the bed, her legs apart, revealing her slick cunt right in front of Samantha's eyes. "Well then," Master said, grinningly letting his pants fall to the floor, "If you haven't told her, I guess it'll have to be a surprise." "No surprises!" Samantha gasped, at the Mistress's pleased look. "Please Mistress! You know I don't have much practice..." "Doing what, slave?" "Licking... your, ah... Ma'am, I just haven't..." "Eating my pussy, you mean?" Mistress' eyes lit up with pleasure at her slave's discomfort. "Going down on me? Sucking my pearl? Tonguing my openings- both of them?" "Yes Mistress! OH!" She felt Master's bare, lubricated cock against her rosebud. "No, Master! I don't have much- AH- I haven't done that in-" Mistress grabbed her chin cruelly. "You're about to get some practice in both areas." She grinned wickedly. "Don't worry, for one you've just got to grit your teeth and bear it... and for the other, you've just got to open your mouth and lick. It's a delightful challenge, to balance one against the other. "Now," she said, settling back against the iron bedstead, using two fingers to spread her labia, "Lick me, you slut, while your Master gets the use of your ass." Samantha tentatively stretched out her tongue and touched it to the tender pink flower of her Mistress's cunt. Just as she was beginning to like the taste- a kind of sweet sweat, mixed with the intoxicating scent of a powerful woman in heat, and always that maddening perfume- Master began to bear down into her rear entrance. She moaned at the pressure, but Mistress had done a very good job stretching her out, and that cream hadn't been for her wounded butt at all- it was an utterly fantastic lubricant, making her ass a tight but manageable passageway for the Master's oversized cock. She began to lick in earnest at her Mistress, running her tongue along both labia before planting three kisses- one on her clit, one of her opening, and one on her rosebud- and beginning a long process of remembering and using every trick every one of those horny boys- and those few, secret, gifted girls- had ever used on her. Meanwhile, Master's unbelievable patience was availing him, as millimeter by millimeter his iron-hard cock slid into her slick opening. She moaned into Mistress's pussy- the vibration drawing a moan from her as well- it had been a long time since she'd let a man possess her this way, and the sensation was not altogether unwelcome. Mistress began to take an active hand in her pleasure. "Stop tonguing my clit, Samantha, I'm not ready to come..." She moved her hands down and spread her buttocks, revealing her always-perfectly-waxed pink rosebud. "Start here and work your way up. You're not even worthy of tasting my nectar, are you?" "No Mistress," Samantha said, then flicked her tongue across her Mistress's taut asshole, teasing the opening with her expert tongue. This she had done before. Mistress moaned again and shifted. "More, deeper, work that tongue into me..." She cried out as Samantha did as she was told, then grabbed her hair and pulled her up a little. "My opening, now. Tongue-fuck me or I'll have you caned in front of everyone tomorrow." Samantha didn't know why she was being so threatening. Mistress's cunt was sweet and wet and watching her get pleasure so directly and easily made her feel powerful- an illusion that Master's insistent penetration belied. He was rocking back and forth, moving less than an inch on each stroke, but his breath was tight and she could feel his balls slap against her thighs, high up and tight- her ass must be affording him some special pleasure, she thought triumphantly. Samantha forced her tongue into Mistress's cunt, slavishly working her g-spot, flicking it in and out. The hot gasps and moans that her Master's slow cock drew from her made her just that much better at eating pussy. After one of these Mistress gasped and shouted, "Now my clit! Work my clit, make me come, you little slut. You've earned that privilege..." She yanked Samantha's hair up, cruelly, then ground her pussy against her face. "Lick me, slave... kiss and suck my pearl, and you better be good, or I'll punish you..." Mistress spread herself with two fingers, and Samantha could see the little pink nub of her clit nestled like a pearl between her labia. Lovingly and tenderly, she extended her tongue and just very lightly flicked it. Mistress gasped with pleasure, and looked down at her slave with smiling eyes. Master began to intensify his thrusts, making them shorter but faster. His fast hot breath was a counterpoint to the slow intense rhythm she began using on Mistress's sweet pussy, as she teased and tongued her. It wasn't long until Master and Mistress were both poised on the edge of the brink, body tight and tense and responding urgently to her every flick, his body resting against her with a confident pressure as he fucked her round pert ass thoroughly. Finally, Mistress's back arched and she let out with a cry of pleasure, almost operatic, and Master tightened and gasped against her. She felt his come jet into her ass at the same time Mistress's iron-hard thighs began to quiver as she melted into a mindblowing orgasm. They laid there, in the dark, for a few moments- overwhelmed at the pleasure they had taken and given. "Mistress?" Samantha finally asked, in a quiet voice." "Yes, my pet?" "Will you untie my hands?" Mistress just laughed. "Why would I do a thing like that?"