3 comments/ 206427 views/ 15 favorites Submissive Ch. 02 By: Submissive Ch. 02 After a while, she heard the sound of the door opening. They’re back at last, she thought. She waited patiently for them to come for her. After several more minutes, the door to the bedroom swung open. At last, she thought. But when she turned her head to look at the door, she saw not her Mistresses, but the cleaning lady. Instinctively, Mrs. Johnson tried to cover herself up, to no avail. She squirmed, desperate for any shelter, but finding none. Finally, she gave up her struggles. She looked intently at the young lady before her. She was about the same age as Kristin and Becky, had long black hair, and was clearly of Latin origin. She was quite pretty. For several moments, the two just stared at each other. Finally, the maid entered the room and walked over to the bed, staring down at the naked body beneath her, paying particular attention to the ropes that bound her arms and legs to the bed. “You seem to be in a bind, Senora,” she said. “Perhaps I can help you?” Hesitantly, Carol nodded her head. “Please,” was all she said. The young woman nodded and left the room. When she returned several minutes later, she was completely naked, carrying a feather duster. She set the duster down on the bed. Carol stared at the woman, stunned by the events that were unfolding. “You are very beautiful, Senora.” She sat down and reached out to touch Carol’s face with her fingertips. “Yes, very beautiful indeed. I wonder how you came to be tied to the bed like this.” Carol didn’t say anything as she turned her head away from the young woman’s touch. The young maid firmly grabbed Carol’s head and turned her face back towards her. “That’s not very nice, Senora. I was asking how you came to be tied up like this.” Again, Carol turned her face away, trying to hide. This time, the young woman slapped Carol on her ass before turning her face back towards her. She smiled at her. “I’ll ask you again. How did you end up in this situation, Senora?” “My Mistresses,” Carol whispered. “What? I couldn’t hear you. Speak up,” the maid said. “My Mistresses left me here,” she said. “Mistresses, you say. You prefer women to men, then?” She drew imaginary lines across Carol’s backside and over her ass cheeks. “No, ma’am. I like men.” “But you prefer women, don’t you?” The young maid continued running her fingers over the captive body before her, tracing all the way back to her pussy, and lingering there. She felt her captive squirming, but they were not the squirms of someone trying to escape. “I don’t know, ma’am,” Carol said, finding it suddenly harder to concentrate. “Women are new to me, ma’am, and I haven’t had a man in years.” Carol felt herself slipping into a submissive roll; a roll she had only recently allowed into her life, but a roll she was learning to love. And she was beginning to get turned on by the whole ordeal unfolding around her. “But you like what I’m doing to you, don’t you?” She ran her fingers down her legs, lightly tracing the inside of her thighs. “Oh yes ma’am. Very much, ma’am.” Carol’s body responded to the attention it was receiving. She arched her hips, and began tossing her head gently back and forth, moaning as the tingling pleasure crept over her body. The young maid moved to the foot of the bed, giving her a perfect look at Carol’s ass. She lay down between the spread legs and began kissing her butt-cheeks. First one, and then the other. She began sucking on the cheeks, and then nibbling on them. By this time, Carol’s surrender was complete. “Oh yes,” she moaned. “That feels so good.” The maid kept her mouth devoted to her buttocks, while she inserted a finger in Carol’s cunt. Carol gasped as she felt another finger joining the first. “You are very wet, pretty lady,” the maid commented. “It pleases me to know I bring you pleasure.” She grabbed her butt-cheeks with both hands, spread them apart, and began licking her ass hole with her tongue. She inserted her tongue in the forbidden hole, and pumped it in and out of her. Carol’s moans became louder as she thrashed around on the bed, helpless in her ecstasy. Taking hold of the feather duster, the maid licked the handle with her tongue, before slipping it into Carol’s dripping pussy. Gently, she pumped the phallic in and out of the wanton woman’s cunt. The young woman then raised Carol’s hips from the bed, withdrew the handle from her pussy and inserted it into her ass. Carol gasped at the sudden intrusion, but held her position. Slowly, the maid pumped the fake dick in and out until its entire six inch length was inside. Next, she rolled onto her back, slid under her captive, and began eating her pussy. Wrapping her arms around Carol’s hips, she took hold of the feather duster and began pumping it in and out of her ass. Carol buried her head into the pillows and began to scream as the sensations overwhelmed her. “I’m cuming. I’m cuming,” she cried out. “Oh my God, I’m cuming.” And she felt her orgasm wash over her. Still the maid kept at her, digging her tongue deep into her womanhood, and pounding the phallic into her ass. And still the orgasm came. When at last it ended, the maid slid out from under her. Turning, she reached out and lightly rubbed each butt-cheek, watching as the older woman trembled ever so slightly at the touch. She rose to her feet, leaving the feather duster right where it was. Without a word, she moved around to the head of the bed. Carefully, she eased her ass onto the bed between Carol’s head and the bed’s headboard, her legs spread wide, and her back against the headboard. She lifted Carol’s head and eased down until her pussy was right under her captive’s head. It took Carol only a second to realize what was happening, and she quickly dove into the dripping pussy in front of her. The young maid reacted by clutching hold of her head, arching her hips to meet the intruding tongue. Her whole body shook as Carol switched her attention to the young love button before her. Carol felt her head being pulled harder and harder into the pussy before her, even as the woman’s legs closed tightly on her head, holding her in place until the job was finished. All the while, she could feel the handle stuck in her ass, keeping her state of arousal high. Carol felt it coming. “Oh yes. I’m cuming now, pretty lady,” the housekeeper screamed out. “I’m cuming.” She continued to thrash her pussy into Carol’s mouth, screaming incoherently as her body was wracked by wave after wave of pleasure. At last, Carol felt the body in front of her go limp. The hands fell from the top of her head, even as the legs released their death grip, falling limply to the side. Carol raised her head and looked up at her dominator. What she saw was a young woman, totally collapsed against the headboard, breasts rising and falling deeply, as if they were trying to capture enough air to bring her back to life. Carol smiled contentedly, pleased with herself. She lay her head down on the woman’s pussy and closed her eyes. How long she lay there, she couldn’t tell. But after a time she was awakened by fingers gently running through her hair. Their positions were otherwise unchanged. She raised her head and looked into the young woman’s eyes. “You are really something, pretty lady,” the maid said, “really something.” The young woman slid away from Carol and carefully crawled to the floor. “I’ll be right back,” she smiled. Carol watched her as she went into the other room. It was several minutes before she returned. And when she did, she was fully dressed. She knelt on the bed and pulled her panties out from behind her back. “These are for you, pretty lady, as a reminder of this morning.” With that, she pulled the still wet panties over Carol’s head, until they encircled her neck like a necklace. She bent over and kissed her on the side of the cheek, before reaching back and giving the phallic in her ass one final series of pumps, leaving it deeply embedded in her ass. Carol watched as the woman left the room. After a moment, she heard the outer door open and close, leaving her alone again. Funny, but it had never occurred to her to ask the woman to untie her. It wasn’t long before she heard the door open again. She looked around in time to see Kristin enter the room. Kristin stopped just inside the door and stared at her mother. She stared at her mother, lying face down, a feather duster sticking out of her ass and a pair of panties wrapped around her neck. “I can’t wait to hear this story,” she said, barely containing her laughter. Carol looked back at her. “You mean you aren’t responsible for this?” Kristin shook her head. “No, I’m afraid not. I just tied you up again so you wouldn’t forget your place,” she smiled. “Becky and I were downstairs having breakfast for the last hour or so. Becky just left a few minutes ago.” She laughed again. “If you could only see yourself now, mom.” “Kristin, I have to pee,” Carol suddenly announced. “Okay. Let me untie you. But,” she hesitated, “you are to wear the panties, just like that, until I tell you to take them off. Do you understand?” “Yes Mistress,” her mom answered softly. Quickly, Kristin untied her mom. She watched as she struggled to stand up with the duster still in her ass. Reaching around her fanny, she slowly eased the handle out of her ass. She looked at her Mistress with a questioning look. “It’s up to you,” Kristen responded to the unasked question. “Keep it if you want, or throw it away.” Kristin watched as her mom laid the duster beside her bag and headed for the bathroom. “When you’re done, join me in the other room.” Kristin went into the other room and sat on the sofa, staring out the window. She heard the toilet flush, followed momentarily by her mother entering the room, still naked except for the panties around her neck. Her mom came around the sofa, sat down beside her and curled up in her lap. Kristin stroked her mom gently. At last her mom asked the question that had been on her mind. “What of us, now, Kristin? How will this affect our relationship?” Kristin stroked her mom tenderly. “I’m not sure. We’ll work through it together, one step at a time.” She looked deeply into her mother’s eyes. “But what ever may come our way, remember that I love you, now more than ever. And nothing will change that.” Carol smiled at her daughter. “I love you too, baby.”