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Maid to Order

By: Littlemissblair



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She was tall and statuesque, her hair in a bun. I had met her type before, trying to appear strong and domineering by flexing their Executive muscle. 

Management change was nothing new for me. I had watched new department heads come and go with regularity. I didn't fear a new boss like the other employees did. The company needed me because I was their biggest producer. I made them money...lots of money. As long as I was one of their best sales people, I felt bullet proof, secure in my job. 

When Marlene Nelson called me into her office for a cursory introduction, my haughty attitude was apparent. It initially had the desired effect...it clearly unnerved her. 

It didn't take long, however, for her to regain her composure. As she leaned back in her executive chair, I took notice of her physical attributes. It was obvious she was extremely attractive, hiding a voluptuous body under her conservative business suit. She was also relatively young for an Executive, early thirties I guessed. I sensed she wasn't intimidated by me, not like the last two managers who sat at her desk. 

I was, however, equally confident in my own stature within the firm. both as a sales producer and as a sexy, attractive female. Nothing conservative about me. I liked the attention I received from my co-workers and I dressed to maximize it. I was all business though. I never dated anyone I worked with. I was aware they referred to me as a prick teaser...well deserved I suppose. 

"I understand you're the biggest producer in the department, Sandra," she said. "Is it Sandra or Sandi?" 

"Sandra," I answered. "I don't like being called Sandi. And yes, I am the biggest producer and have been for the past three years. I make a lot of money for this firm. You should take that into consideration when you read my request for a raise. I don't feel I'm fairly compensated for my performance here." 

"I see," she said. "And if you're not compensated as fairly as you think you should be, what is the alternative?" 

I wasn't prepared for that question. There wasn't supposed to be an alternative. I should get the raise...period. That's the way the game was played. I didn't understand why this bitch was suddenly putting me on the spot. She should have been groveling, giving in to my demands. Did she really think there was an alternative? 

My ego was as big as the raise I was requesting. Without thinking I boldly blurted out: "I guess I would have to consider taking my talents elsewhere." 

I'm sorry you feel that way," she said.calmly. "I'm sure you'll be sorely missed around here." 

I was stunned. "What...what do you mean?" I asked nervously. "You...you mean you're willing to let me go just like that? You can't be serious. I make more money for this company than the rest of the sales staff combined. I also know the head of this division personally and he would never allow you to let me go over a meager raise.."

"I can and I just did, Sandeee," she said sarcastically. "You can finish out the day if you like or you can leave right now. It's up to you." 

Suddenly I wasn't so full of myself any more. I made a hundred and fifty thousand a year. Was I being too greedy with my raise request? 

She interrupted my thoughts. "Was there anything else?" she asked. 

"Uh...I don't understand," I said, my voice quivering. "I didn't say I was quitting. I like my job here. I have friends here. And Mr Pyle, the division vice president told me that ...." 

"I don't care what Mr Pyle told you," she quipped. "No one makes demands of me. No one is indispensable." 

"Forget my raise request," I said, trying to retreat. "I love my job here. Really, I'm satisfied with my present salary. I'm sorry if I mislead you about my intentions." 

She leaned back in her chair and smiled. "Tell you what I'll do, Sandee. I'll think about it over night and let you know tomorrow whether you still have a job here. That's all...get back to work." 

I stumbled to my feet, grimacing from the pain in the pit of my stomach. She was dismissing me like I was a piece of shit. 

"Oh, by the way," she said just as I reached the door. "I rather like the way you dress. You like to flaunt it don't you. Are you the office slut?" 

She was adding insult to injury."No...no I'm not," I muttered. 

"Then you must be the office prick teaser," she snickered. "Well, I won't hold that against you in my decision. Now get the fuck out of here and back to work." 

Back in my office I tried to compose myself. I was shaking like a leaf...tears falling on my expensive silk blouse. Then I became angry...mad at my lack of backbone...mad at the new bitch boss and her total lack of respect for me. 

I picked up the phone and called Kyra, a friend and client in a firm downtown. I'd show that bitch, I thought to myself. 

"Kyra, this is Sandra. How are you today?" 

"Fine, I'm fine," Kyra answered, her voice sounding oddly strained 

"Listen, Kyra. You know how you are always recruiting me to come to work for you. Well this is your lucky day. I'm ready to take you up on your offer." 

The phone line became eerily silent. I didn't understand. "Kyra, are you still there?" I asked. "Did you understand what I said? I'm ready to take you up on your offer." 

"I heard you," she said. "Unfortunately I can't help you. I received a call from your new boss this morning. She informed me in no uncertain terms that if any of her employees tried to defect over to us and we hired them she would stop doing business with us. You know your company is our biggest supplier. I can't afford to call her bluff. If she cut us off...."

I couldn't believe it. "She...she can't do that," I cried. "That has to be illegal or something. You can't blackball someone in this day and age. Who the hell does she think she is?" 

"I don't know if it's illegal or not," Kyra said. "It certainly is effective though. And if I were you I wouldn't bother to call any of the other firms where you have contact with. I think she's put the word out to everyone. From what I understand she apparently doesn't have to answer to her boss either. Mr Pyle may be your division Vice President but apparently she doesn't have to answer to him. Someone has given her a lot of power."

I hung up the phone feeling thoroughly dejected. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I was making more than a hundred fifty thousand dollars a year. Now there was a possibility I might not have a job. I didn't have any investments or savings. I had spent it as fast as I made it.

Later that night, while trying to relax in my comfortable, luxurious Condo, I slowly became overwhelmed by the possibility of losing it all. I began crying uncontrollably. 

Picking up the phone, I phoned Mr Pyle at his home. It was inconceivable for me that a man in his position with the company would not have a say in a matter like this. 

He answered the phone. "Mr Pyle, this is Sandra. I'm sorry to bother you at home but I need to talk to you about something important. I don't know if you are aware of it but....." 

"Yes, I'm aware of what happened to you today, Sandra," he said. "Unfortunately there is nothing I can do about it. Your new boss, Miss Nelson, was sent here by the President of the company. I was instructed not to interfere with her. I'm not sure what her agenda is but they've left me out of the loop. I'm not sure of my own position any more."

"But doesn't my track record mean anything?" I ask tearfully. "My sales surpass everyone . Doesn't that mean anything?" 

"The company is appreciative of what you've done, Sandra. But the President is a strong believer in never allowing the tail to wag the dog. Threatening to quit unless you received a raise is tantamount to blackmail. He won't stand for it. I'm sorry...there is nothing I can do." 

I hung up the phone feeling more dejected than ever. I could see my nightmare coming true. ------------------------------------ 

When I arrived at work the following morning there was a note on my desk to report to Miss Nelson's office. I poured myself a cup of coffee, my hands trembling from fear and stress. Trying to act as self assured as possible, I entered her office. 

"Good morning, Sandee," she said sarcastically. "You're looking exceptionally sexy this morning." 

I thought it odd she would call me sexy. I wondered if she was one of those lesbians, like the dykes who were always whistling at me on the streets. She certainly didn't look like a dyke.

"I've thought about your situation and this is what I've decided," she began. "Your money making skills are impressive. But, for me to allow you to stay, I need to add to your responsibilities. Are you willing to take on additional task?" 

"God yes," I said, breathing a sigh of relief. 

I didn't care what she wanted me to do. All I cared about was not losing that fat paycheck every month. That's all I wanted to hear. 

"You might change your mind when I tell you what I need for you to do," she said. 

I didn't care. Whatever it was it couldn't be as bad as not being able to pay my mortgage payment...or have my Mercedes repossessed. 

"Okay, here's the offer. Every Saturday, from eight in the morning until I dismiss you, you'll be my personal maid. You'll come to my apartment and clean it, wash my linens and personal items. You will also be responsible for my dry cleaning. Do you think you can handle that?" 

I thought she was joking. I waited for the punch line,,,it never came. She was as serious as I was humiliated. My pride told me to walk out, not to succumb to her insane demand. But the fear of being broke, losing the condo I worked so hard to buy was a great motivator. I tried to think of a way out of her selfish, illegal demands. 

"Every Saturday? I mumbled humbly. "Be your maid? How can you ask me to do this? Maybe I should talk to Mr Wylie first. This sounds illegal."

"Sure," she said. "By all means, call him. But make sure he knows he's talking to a former employee. Or, if you want, you can retain an attorney and sue the company. Shouldn't cost you more than two, maybe three hundred dollars and hour. Knock yourself out, Sandeeee." 

The bitch called my every bluff. I was losing my confidence in playing hard ball with her.

"When...when do I start?" I asked shamefully. 

"Well, tomorrow is Saturday. That's as good a time as any to start. I'll give you a key to let yourself in. Make sure you're quiet. I sleep in on Saturdays." 

She handed me a small plastic bag. I stared inside it, feeling numb. To my horror there was a maid's uniform, all neatly pressed and crisp. She actually wanted me to wear a maid's uniform! 

"I...I can't wear this," I said, my voice quivering. "Isn't it enough that you're humiliating me. Wearing this would be so demeaning. I won't....." 

"You will wear it," she said sternly. "You're not a guest in my home nor are you a friend. You're the maid and you'll dress appropriately. Do you understand?" 

Almost in tears I nodded. I could sense the wrath in her voice. 

"Okay, that's settled. Now get your ass back to work. Make us some money today." 

And just like that she dismissed me again. I walked back to my office, my pride, my ego in shambles. What would the office staff think of me if they found out? I felt devastated. ------------------------------------ 

I showed up at her Condo next morning precisely at eight. I let myself in. Her apartment was beautiful, much larger than mine. It reeked of money and class, from the furniture to the art on the wall. Thank god it was neat and clean and would only need a minimum of cleaning. 

I didn't know where to start. There were a few dishes in the sink. I washed them and put them away. 

"I see you're on time." Her voice startled me. "I woke up early today. Since I'm up let me show you around." 

I followed after her down a long hallway. The master bathroom was breath taking. There was a large oval bed in the center with mirrors on every wall. There was even a large circular mirror on the ceiling above the bed. 

She pointed to the master bath off to the side. "There's a hamper in there with my dirty clothes," she said. "Mostly panties. The bathroom need to be cleaned. You can start in there. Oh, and down at the end of the hall there's a utility room where the washer and dryer are located." 

I never experienced such shame. The reality of my situation hit me full force. I hung my head, staring at the floor. 

"By the way," she said, "Do you know how to cook? I could use a hearty breakfast this morning." 

"Uh...yes...yes, I can cook," I said submissively. 

"Good. Follow me." 

In the kitchen I peered into her fridge, finding eggs and bacon. As I began preparing her breakfast she sat at the dining room table reading the morning newspaper. 

Her robe hung open displaying her large breast. It disturbed me that she would expose herself like that. It was equally disturbing that I felt compelled to steal glances at them. She dressed so conservative at the office, I found it odd she would displayed herself so openly to me.

"That uniform fits you like a glove," she said as I served her breakfast. "The skirt could have been a little shorter, though." 

I couldn't believe she was serious. The black skirt was so short my thighs above the top of my thigh high stockings were exposed. And the blouse...so shear my bra was clearly visible. I had to wear a trench coat just to cover myself while coming here! 

The apron was a joke...small and white, barely covering my waist. And she thought the skirt wasn't short enough? Maybe, I thought, she was a lesbian after all. 

While she ate breakfast I returned to the master bath. The small hamper was full, almost entirely made up of panties. The pile was a rainbow of colors, all thongs and bikinis. As I sorted them, I noticed that a number of them were quite soiled...soiled as in nasty soiled. Apparently her sexual life was quite active. 

After stripping her bed, I bundled everything up and went in search of the utility room. Once I had the first load going, she yelled from the kitchen.

"Draw me a bath, Sandra. With lots of bubbles...okay."

I made my way back to the master bath, turning the water on in the tub. It was absolutely demeaning but I felt trapped.

"Nothing like a hot bubble bath," Marlene said as she slipped up behind me. "I'll bet you'd like to be home soaking in a tub yourself right now wouldn't you." 

It was a cruel comment, as if she was deliberately trying to make me feel worthless. It was working.

She removed her robe, shamelessly flaunting her nakedness to me. Red faced, I looked away as she climbed into the tub. 

I made my way back to the kitchen to clean up the breakfast dishes. I couldn't stop the tears. 

"SANDEEE, come in here. Hurry, I need your help." 

Back down the hallway I went. She was lounging in the tub, her body hidden by the mass of bubbles. 

"Do me a favor and wash my back," she said, acting very coy. 

She was pushing me too far. "I'm not washing your back," I said defiantly. "I should never have agreed to this maid thing. You're being purposely cruel. Why do you enjoy humiliating me." 

"I'd also enjoy firing you Sandra. If you want to leave be my guest. Just don't bother showing up at work Monday morning. I already have someone in mind to replace you." 

My financial situation forced me to swallow my pride. She never left me any wiggle room. 

She picked up on my hesitation, leaning forward in the tub to expose her back. Shamefully, I reached into the tub, finding the sponge. I hated her when she smiled, gloating.

"Now do my breasts," she said softly as she leaned back in the tub. 

It was difficult not to notice how large and flawless they were. Her nipples grew as I sponged them. Suddenly her knees appeared up above the bubbles, spreading wide.

"After you wash my pussy you can finish washing my clothes," she whispered. "Scrub it good. I may get lucky today and I don't want it smelling like a fisherman's wharf." 

I choked back the tears as my hand slipped between her legs, sponging her crotch. I scrubbed her hard, trying to hurt her. She moaned, licking her lips suggestively. I was now convinced she was trying to seduce me. 

"Oh my, Sandra," she moaned. "You like to play rough don't you. That's alright. I like my pussy nice and pink when I'm out trolling for a date." 

I couldn't breathe, gulping for air. She laughed when I ran from the bathroom gasping. I stood out in the hallway trying to pull myself together. 

I finally retreated to the utility room, placing her panties and bedding into the dryer. I stayed there, wanting to avoid any more contact with her. 

Within the hour I heard the door slam as she left the apartment. I immediately made my way back down the hall to her wet bar and mixed myself a drink. I needed several to numb the pain of my shame. 

By the time I slipped off the bar stool to check the dryer, I was clearly feeling the effects of the booze. I staggered down the hall, retrieving the clean wash. After putting the panties away and making the bed, I was free to leave. I decided to have one more drink for the road. 

I lost track of time. Marlene returned, catching me drinking her booze.Her arms were loaded down with packages from an obvious shopping spree. But she returned with more than packages. A young blue eyed blonde followed close behind, still wearing a name tag identifying the department store where she worked. Apparently Marlene was bringing the young sales clerk home with her too. It confirmed my suspicion...she was a lesbian.

"So, I see you're still here," she said snidely. "And drinking up my booze without permission. I may have to punish you you slutty bitch." 

I was so inebriated I didn't care what she did to me. What could she do to demean me any more than she already had.

Turning to the young girl, she said: "Amber, this is my maid. Looks like she's taking advantage of me doesn't it. Sitting down on the job, drinking my booze. What do you think I should do about it?" 

"I...I don't know," the young blonde mumbled. 

"What the hell. It's her first day. Maybe I'll give her a break. I might even let her watch. How about it Sandee. Would you like to watch Amber lick my pussy?"

"Uh...I'm...I'm not sure about this,"Amber mumbled nervously. "I've never really done anything like this before." 

"I know, dear," Marlene said sweetly. "But you've always wanted to be a bitch in training haven't you. Isn't that why you're here?" 

"Yes ma'am," Amber whispered submissively. 

I felt like I was going to be sick. I decided to leave, stumbling from the bar stool. 

"Stay where you're at," Marlene hissed at me. "You're not going anywhere. Do you understand?" 

I slipped back onto the stool, reaching for my drink. 

"Remove your blouse and skirt," she ordered Amber. "Watch, Sandra. You're going to see a nice tight body. Who knows, maybe it will turn you on. Maybe you'll even learn something about yourself." 

Through blurry eyes I watch as the young girl stripped. She wasn't wearing a bra. It didn't matter, her breast were small, like a little girl. She looked even younger naked. 

"My god, Marlene," I gasped. "She's just a child. Why are you doing this to her?" 

She ignored me, moving toward the young girl. She stroked the girl's crotch through her white bikini panties. The teen looked at me and moaned. 

"You have to stop this," I demanded as I stumbled from the bar stool again. This is wrong."

"Get the hell out of here," Marlene hissed. "I'll deal with you Monday." 

I grabbed my trench coat and staggered out of the apartment. Somehow I drove home without incident. I was sick by the time I reached the inside of my condo. I threw my guts up before passing out on the sofa. What a mess my life was in. 


Maid to Order



I spent Sunday trying to understand why Marlene had openly displayed her sick lesbian sexuality to me. It would surely have a negative effect on her career if it was exposed. Did she think I was so frightened of her I wouldn't reveal to the company her sick relationships with other women? Surely she didn't think she could coerce me into participating with her in her perversion. 

Arriving at work Monday morning I was only mildly concerned by the way Marlene ignored me. She was a hands on kind of supervisor, spending lots of time with her employees. It was like she was avoiding me purposely. 

By Friday I was very concerned. She had managed to ignore me the entire week. I was becoming paranoid. 

Then, just before leaving work for the weekend, she stuck her head in my office and told me she didn't need my maid services on Saturday. My paranoia sky rocketed. I worried she was going back on her word...maybe preparing to fire me. I could only surmise she was disappointed in my first and only day as her maid. 

I realized my attitude had been poor. But what did she expect? She surely couldn't have thought I'd be grateful for the demeaning way she treated me. I knew it was going to be a stressful, sleepless weekend. ----------------------------------- 

Saturday morning I decided to at least make an attempt to take my mind off of my problems. I went shopping, I knew it wasn't a good idea but I felt compelled to locate the young sales clerk Marlene brought home with her. I located her in the lingerie department. She recognized me immediately. 

"I know you," she said excitedly. "You're Miss Nelson's maid aren't you. Remember me? I met you last Saturday."

"Yes, I remember you," I said. "How could I forget. Listen, I'm glad I've ran into you. I'm curious. How old are you?"

"Eighteen. I'll be nineteen next month."

"You didn't know Miss Nelson before she came shopping here did you?" 

"No...no I didn't. She told me she was new to the area."

"And when she asked you to come home with her you, why would you agree? I don't understand." 

"I didn't agree at first. But I was flattered. She's such a beautiful, sophisticated woman...and so forceful. I've like always been fascinated by older women like that. I was kinda afraid, though." 

"But why would you go home with a complete stranger if you were scared? I don't understand." 

"I'm like kinda in the closet," she whispered. "You know...uh...with my parents and everything. But she like recognized that about me. I guess I like couldn't say no. Like I said, I've always been drawn to women like that. I would think you would understand. Isn't that why you're her maid?"

I didn't answer her but I realized that was an astute assumption by someone so young. 

"She's a pretty nasty woman," the young girl giggled. "She made me do some things...but...but then you probably know what I mean." 

I could see it in her young face. The mere fact we were talking about this was turning her on. 

"I don't understand why she hasn't called me," she said sombrely. "She promised me she would call. You're her maid. Do you know why she hasn't called me?"

"No, I don't know," I said. "But then that doesn't mean anything. I've only been her maid for one day." 

As we chatted I couldn't help but remember her standing in Marlene's apartment partially naked. Her slender teenage body was so tight, so perfectly proportioned. I recalled being aroused. I had convinced myself it was the booze. 

I cut our conversation short when she asked me to deliver a message to Marlene. I wasn't about to place myself in the middle of their sick lesbian relationship. ------------------------------- 

The remainder of the weekend I was plagued by the dreadful feeling Marlene was going to fire me. Maybe I should have tried harder to please her. I was sure she had sensed how much I disliked her. 

By Monday morning I was so paranoid I was physically ill. I walked around the office searching the faces of the other employees to see if knew anything...to see if they reacted any different towards me. I was a wreck. 

Then, in mid morning, Marlene summoned me to her office. I was shaking like a leaf when I opened her door. 

"Listen, Sandee," she said as I entered her office, "I'm entertaining a very close friend tonight at my home. I need you there to cook dinner, serve, and clean up afterwards. You can leave here early today. Keep it simple...salad and a couple of steaks. We'll eat around eight." 

I can't explain my elation...the sense of relief I felt. I was back in her good graces again. I expected the night to be a continuation of my humiliation but I was too relieved to care. It certainly wasn't logical. 

After hurrying home to change into my maid uniform, I arrived at her apartment early. I gathered up her dirty panties to wash. Several pair were all crusty in the crotch. I sniffed them...they smelled of sexual secretion, similar to the odor of my own panties after heavy petting with a man. 

Before putting them into the washer I sniffed them again, holding the crotch up against my nose, inhaling deeply. My reaction was disturbing. What I was doing wasn't normal. I quickly tossed them in the washer along with her bed linen. 

Retuning to the living room, I dusted all the furniture. I was determined to be a good maid this time. I didn't want to go through another stressful weekend. 

Marlene and her guest arrived around seven. I could tell they had been drinking. 

"Make us some drinks," Marlene ordered. "Martinis...dry. And by the way, I've been meaning to tell you...lose the bra. Why would you want to hide those beautiful tits? Get rid of it. Now...." 

Red faced, I reacted submissively, slinking down the hall to do as I was told. Once the bra was removed, I checked out my image in the mirror. My breast were now clearly displayed through the sheer uniform blouse. I had to admit, I did have nice breast. I just didn't think they should be displayed so lewdly. 

Back in the kitchen I began serving them dinner. As they dined I peered at the guest from the kitchen. She was about my age, late twenties or so. She was classically beautiful, certainly not anything like the submissive bimbo from the department store. 

After dinner I cleaned up as they moved to the living room to chat. I heard my name mentioned. I eavesdropped. 

"So, what's up with this new maid of yours?" I heard the guest ask Marlene. "Is she...you know." 

"No, at least not yet," Marlene laughed. "But you know how I like a challenge."

I was surprised Marlene would admit such a thing in front of me. Regardless, it confirmed what I suspected. She was going to try to seduce me. I knew there was no way that was going to happen. I would quit first. I had to draw the line somewhere.

Marlene turned on the sofa, looking directly at me. "Come in here Sandee. I want my friend to see those big tits of yours." 

She certainly was a tactless bitch I thought to myself. I crossed my arms over my breast and moved slowly to the living room. Standing in front of them, I stared at the floor. 

"Put your arms down to your side," Marlene ordered. 

I slowly lowered my arms, displaying my breast shamefully. I was totally embarrassed when my nipples began to harden, straining against the tight sheer blouse. My shame was going completely off of the charts. I couldn't hold back the tears. I wondered to what extreme I would sink to keep my job. I was a whore. 

"Touchy bitch isn't she," the guest murmured when she saw my tears. Let's give her a real reason to cry." 

"Come here, bitch," Marlene said. "Stand closer." 

I hesitated. Marlene's cold, steely blue eyes intimidated me I lowered my head again and moved closer to them. I flinched when she reached out and grasped my nipples, squeezing and twisting them. I moaned in pain, continuing to cry like a baby. 

"Hurt her," the guest spat out. "Make her like it. Humiliate the bitch." 

Through tear dimmed eyes I watched as the guest reached out, touching my upper thigh. I jerked my leg away from her. 

"Get the hell out of here," Marlene hissed, disgust in her voice. "Go home." 

I backed away, grabbing my trench coat and running from the apartment. Out in the hallway, I paced nervously, waiting for the elevator. It seemed to take forever. 

Arriving home, I sat in the dark in my living room trying to collect myself. I cried myself to sleep. 

In the morning I awoke, still lying on the couch. The shame of the previous night came flooding back to me. I didn't think I could continue this charade with Marlene, even if it meant losing my job. I couldn't continue with the stress.

I arrived at work with a new attitude. I some how convinced myself if I stood up to Marlene she might gain some respect for me. Her treatment of me should have limits. I wanted to keep my job but there were certain things I just wasn't willing to do. I had to be strong and let her know that. 

An hour after arriving she came to my office, closing the door. Seeing the scowl on her face made my new attitude quickly disappear. 

"You embarrassed me last night," she spat out at me. "Don't you ever do that again." 

I wasn't prepared for her vehement outburst. I was immediately intimidated...again. I quickly apologized. 

"That's better," she cooed. "I knew you would be a good little bitch about it."

She moved around my desk, stopping directly behind me. Pushing her large breast against my neck, she gently massaged my shoulders. Soon her hands slipped down to by breast, caressing my nipples. 

"I'm glad to see you're still braless," she whispered in my ear. "Mmmmmm, you have such wonderful tits. Large and firm, like mine. And look...your nipples are growing erect. That's a good sign. You like being fondled don't you." 

I tried to fend off the pleasant feeling of her gentle massage. Women touching each other was abnormal. I didn't want to admit feeling pleasure. It was disgusting and sick. I groaned as she gently pinched my nipples. My body was betraying me. 

"Please...please don't," I pleaded feebly. "I'm not like you and your friends. Please stop touching me." 

She pulled her hands away. "Still a little touchy I see. By the way...don't be late this coming Saturday. I'm throwing a little party Saturday night and I'll need your help in the preparation." 

After she left my office I fought off the urge to masturbate, to quell the heat between my legs. This wasn't like me. It wasn't like me at all. ------------------------------------ 

I didn't talk to Marlene the remainder of the week. Just knowing she needed me for her upcoming party tempered my paranoia. 

Saturday morning I showed up at her apartment early. I washed all of her dirty dishes and cleaned and straightened up the living room. 

She was still asleep when I entered her bedroom. Being as quiet as possible, I tiptoed to the master bath to collect her dirty clothes. She was partially uncovered, her large natural breast fully exposed. I tried to look away...I couldn't. They were awesome, like mine. 

After collecting a handful of her panties, I tried to quietly slip back through the room. She heard me. 

"Sandra, what are you doing in here?" she asked. "Oh, I see. You're going to wash my panties. Come here a minute. I want to show you something." 

I approached her bed. She reached out, pulling a white pair of her thongs from my hand. 

"See how soiled these are," she said, holding the crotch up for me to see. "I cum in them last night...at least three or four times. They were soaked by the time I arrived home. Here, smell them...smell how nasty they are." 

She held them out, taunting me. I could only stand there, red faced, allowing the harassment. 

"Come on, Sandra," she urged. "Sniff them. Don't disappoint me again. Let's not start the day with you pissing me off." 

That was the last thing I wanted to do...piss her off. I was holding myself together by a thread. 

I inched my nose towards the panties. The odor was strong, still ripe. I closed my eyes and inhaled. 

"Come on, Sandra. You can do better than that. Take a good long whiff. Don't be afraid to like it." 

I moved closer, within inches. I inhaled deeply. 

"That's more like it." she said. "I'll bet you never thought you'd be sniffing your boss's panties did you. You know, I think you enjoy it. Who would have thought...you're a panty sniffer." 

Suddenly she forced the crotch between my parted lips. I should have pulled away, not allow her to disgrace me like this. But I was suddenly caught up in the intense sexual intimacy clouding up the room. I let her stuff them into my mouth. The taste was unique, sour but not bitter.

"Suck on them, bitch. Taste me. Taste your boss." 

She let go of them. I stood up erect, the panties partially hanging from my lips. In an attempt to please her, I impulsively reached up and pushed the entire crotch into my mouth. The warmth of my saliva softened the crustiness, intensifying the taste. I had finally crossed the line...the line I vowed never to cross. Maybe I was the slut I pretended not to be. 

"That's a good girl," she whispered. "Maybe you'd like to sniff my cunt too." 

I shook my head vigorously, backing away from her. 

"Okay...okay" she hissed. "Get out of here and make me my breakfast. And get my paper for me." 

I hurried from the bedroom, her panties still hanging from my mouth. I retreated to the utility room, quickly depositing the panties into the washer, I then hustled to the kitchen to start her breakfast. 

She sat at the dining room table reading the paper as I served her. 

"Do you remember Marge?" she asked. "You know, the friend I entertained here last Monday night. Well, she'll be here shortly to help with the party arrangements. If I'm in the bathroom, ring her up." 

I didn't like her friend, especially after the way she had treated me. She had a cruel streak, making me cry the way she did. And now I was going to have to spend the day with her! 

After finishing her coffee, I listened to further instructions. "When Marge gets here she may try to give you a hard time. Don't embarrass me like you did the last time. Indulge her. Who knows, she may let you sniff her panties too."

"I don't like her," I blurted out. "And I certainly don't want to smell her panties." 

"Why not, Sandra," she said mockingly. "You seemed to enjoy smelling my panties." 

"No...no I didn't," I murmured. "You...you made me." 

I knew my protest rang hollow. She knew it too. She glared at me. I drooped my head, staring at the floor. 

"I'll...I'll try to be nice to her," I mumbled. 

Within minutes after she disappeared down the hall to the bathroom, the doorbell rang. I buzzed the building entrance door open. Wien Marge entered the apartment, I was putting the last of the breakfast dishes away. 

"Well, look who's here," she said snidely. "And looking good too." 

She approached me, boldly reaching out to cup one of my breast. "That's interesting," she said. "You're not pulling away. Has Marlene finally tamed you? By the way, where is she?" 

"She...she's in the bathroom," I stammered. 

She continued caressing my breasts through my blouse. She had absolutely no respect for me. I felt dirty. 

"What was your name again?" she asked. "I forgot." 

"Sandra." 

"Sandra, huh. Okay, Sandra. Let's go over to the sofa and get to know each other. Come on girl. Don't be shy." 

I followed submissively. "Come here," she ordered. "I want you to sit here on the floor in front of me." 

I was scared. But there was a sense of excitement too. The woman was so domineering. Just like Marlene. For some reason I was beginning to feel comfortable with my submissiveness. 

I slipped down to the floor directly in front of her. She spread her legs lewdly. My eyes were drawn to her crotch. 

"You are a naughty thing aren't you Sandra. Looking up under my skirt like that. "What do you see, bitch? Do you see something you like?" 

"Yellow panties," I whispered. "Pretty yellow panties." 

She slumped further down on the sofa, splaying her legs and thighs even further. Suddenly Marlene appeared behind me. 

"She's a sniffer, Marge," she said to her friend. "Dirty panties...My new bitch likes dirty panties." 

"Really!' Marge said, acting surprised. "Well, as it so happens, I'm wearing dirty panties. How about that, Sandra. I have just what you like. Go ahead, bitch. Take a big sniff." 

I peered up at Marlene, giving her a pleading look. Her eyes, as usual, were cold and unblinking. She expected me to do as I was told. And I...I had an overwhelming urge not to displease her. 

I tried to appear reluctant. I was sickened by my arousal. I was completely humiliated but Marlene had debased me so many times I was becoming numb to it. 

I nuzzled my cheeks up against Marge's inner thigh, up above her thigh high stocking top. It was shameful, I was relenting to something I swore I would never do. I breathed deeply. She was right, her panties were dirty...the odor strong and pungent. I actually became light headed. 

She entangled her fingers in my hair, pulling my face closer to her crotch. She was forcing me like a rape victim. But there was no mistaken the sensation I felt, being used for her sexual whims.

Feeling helpless masked some of the guilt, but wanting to please her was a new emotion for me. I nestled my nose up against her crotch, taking the full brunt of her womanly odor. 

She pulled the crotch of her panties from out of her frothy slit, a creamy white substances oozing from her. I wasn't prepared for this. Nor was I prepared for how succulent I thought it to be.. I tried to pull away but she was holding my head firmly. I continued inhaling deeply, saturating my sense of smell. 

"Have a taste," she sneered. "Have your first taste of cunt."

I hesitated. I knew what she expected of me. The very thought was repugnant.

"Do it bitch," I heard Marlene snarl at me. "Lick her cunt you fucking slut. Lick it, make her cum. Make her cum in your pussy mouth." 

I was shocked by Marlene's outburst and harsh filthy language. But even more shocking...I obeyed. My tongue snaked out, touching her pink slit. And then, with a frightening eager curiosity, I slurped up the creamy substance, swirling it around in my mouth. It was absolutely vile and revolting. I swallowed it. 

What followed was a nightmare come true. I actually licked her pussy. Me, licking a woman's private parts! And it was exhilarating, making this strong, domineering woman moan with pleasure. Marlene, hovering over me, continued urging me on.

For the next two hours they used me, making me do things so disgusting I thought I'd be sick. But, to the contrary, I became caught up in the perversenes of it all. And after my unexpected orgasm, I didn't care what they did to me or made me do. Eventually I cum numerous times...so many times I lost count. My transformation was complete. I was Marlene's bitch. The line I vowed never to cross faded away.

Down the hall I posed in front of a full length mirror. It was no mystery how and why my blouse was covered with yellowing splotches. The stains were cum juices dripped from the corners of my mouth. I had fully succumbed to the advances of Marlene and Marge and done things I didn't think I was capable of doing. 

My own body had betrayed me. The sheer number of orgasms I experienced would attest to that. My shame did not deter my participation and pleasure...in fact it seemed to enhance it. I didn't know how to fight it. 

I experienced sexual pleasure so exquisite it nearly shut my body down...I think I even had temporary black outs. Marlene had weakened my resolve by the contempt and disrespect she had for me. She had broken my spirit, How shame and humiliation became so compelling I don't know.





Maid to Order



It was the darkest moment of my life when she declared ownership of me...that I was her bitch. When she ordered me to openly finger myself in front of her and Marge, I did so willing, my knees nearly buckling from an orgasm so explosive I ached from the pleasure. I knew then that it was true...I was her bitch and there was no will left in me to refute it. --------------------------------------- 

As Marlene and Marge showered together in preparation for the party, I lay outstretched on the guest bathroom floor and napped. I smelled of sweat and sex. I looked forward to going home to bathe and crawl into bed.. 

I was awakened by someone calling out my name. I glanced at my watch. The party guest were due to arrive in less than an hour. Marlene was yelling for me. I hurried to her bedroom where she and Marge were dressing. 

"I've decided that you should stay for the party," Marlene said. "You can serve the guest...make sure they have plenty to drink. Go wash your uniform and make yourself presentable." 

"Uh...I...I don't really want to be here," I protested. "Especially not as a maid. It would be embarrassing if I personally knew some of your guest. Couldn't I at least go home and change?" 

"You mean so you can blend in with the other guest," she said.snidely. 

"Uh...yes," I said. "I would still help serve drinks though." 

"You're my fucking maid, not my friend," she sneered.. "Now get that uniform washed. And take a shower. You smell like a whore." 

Just when I thought my life couldn't sink any lower, Marlene was going to expand my humiliation. I was now going to be displayed before a room full of people, some who may be acquaintances or friends. I nearly had an orgasm at the very thought of it.. ----------------------------------------- 

The sheer blouse was warm from the dryer when I put it on. My nipples immediately popped out, jutting conspicuously. My breast, clearly visible through the sheer blouse, made me feel uncomfortable in a slutty sort of way. 

It was the first washing of he cotton skirt and it shrank considerably. It was now tighter and shorter, exposing several inches of my thighs above my stocking tops. I was the epitome of everything slutty.

Not surprisingly, all the guest were women. Most of them appeared to be married if wedding rings were any indication.

My worst fear was realized when I noticed my friend Kyra across the room. I was surprised to see her at a party like this. Married with two daughters, she was the straightest person I knew. Our friendship had suffered a bit after she refused to hire me because of her fear of retaliation from Marlene. 

Kyra and I had a history. I dated her brother for several months. In fact, she had set me up with him. I had been to her home many times for dinner and other functions.. Her brother and I had even baby sat her kids! 

I could tell by her reaction she was surprised to see me dressed as a maid. I was totally embarrassed. 

"What the hell are you doing, Sandra?" she asked in amazement. "Is this your new boss's idea of a joke?" 

"Uh...not exactly," I murmured. "It's more like keeping my job." 

"Wow...you certainly couldn't look more slutty," she said with an amused smirk over my discomfort. 

Marlene suddenly appeared at our side. "Hi, Kyra. Glad you could make it. I think you know my new maid. What do you think? Sexy bitch isn't she." 

I hung my head shamefully. 

"Yeah, you might say that," Kyra.said. 

Marlene reached out and cupped my breast. "Nice, huh," she said to Kyra. "Go ahead, you can feel her up if you like." 

I was stunned when Kyra actually reached out and touched me, playfully pinching my nipple. 

"Kyra, please don't," I pleaded. "I'm not....." 

"I've always admired her tits," Kyra declared. "She has a nice mouth too. Soft full lips. I've always liked her lips."

I didn't understand her comments. She wasn't like Marlene. She was married...had kids...lived in the suburbs with a yard and a white picket fence? 

"Go, wait on the other guest," Marlene ordered me. "And remember, you're here to please them. Do you understand?" 

"Yes," I whimpered submissively. 

"It's hard to believe," I heard Kyra comment as I walked away. "Tell me Marlene...will she really eat pussy?" 

For the next hour the guest pawed at me, cupping and squeezing my breast, caressing and pinching my ass. Some were even bold enough to slide their hands up under my short skirt, surprised by my soaking wet panties. 

As I mingled among the guest, fetching drinks for them, I became completely accommodating to their abuse, and maybe, unconsciously, even encouraging it. My panties were a mess, just like my life. 

Kyra signaled me from across the room indicating she wanted another drink.When I delivered it to her she grabbed my arm, pulling me aside. I could tell she had too much to drink. Pulling me close she whispered into my ear. 

"I've cleared it with Marlene. You're coming home with me tonight." 

"What? Uh...I don't think so," I said. "When I leave here I'm going home." 

"No, you're going to spend the rest of the weekend with me," she repeated. "We'll be leaving within the next hour. Be ready." 

She wandered off, mingling with the other guest. I spotted Marlene across the room. I hurried towards her. 

"What did you tell Kyra?" I asked, trying to appear humble. "You're loaning me out to her?" 

"Yes...yes I am," she said haughtily. "Do you have a problem with that?" 

"Well...yes. I'm not a slave, I protested meekly. "I want to go home. I'm tired. I've been here all day." 

"Your day isn't over till I say it is," she spat out at me. "You are going home with her. And furthermore, you'll do whatever she wants you to do. Do you understand?" 

I did understand. I had a choice...defy her and lose my job or do what she ordered me to do. 

"Do you understand?" Marlene repeated. 

"Yes, I understand," I said spinelessly.

Kyra motioned to me when she was ready to leave. I grabbed my coat and followed close behind her. 

It felt awkward to me, sitting in her car. Apparently the many drinks she had drowned her awkwardness, driving with one hand, caressing my thigh with the other. It was the ultimate shame, being treated like a compliant slut by someone I considered a friend.

I tried to make small talk with her. "Where are Tom and the kids?" I asked as we entered the darkened house. 

"I thought you knew," she said. "Tom and I were divorced last year. The girls are both in college now." 

I was shocked. I talked to her four or five times a week...even had an occasional drink with her after work. She never once mentioned divorce. The last time I saw her daughters they were fifteen and sixteen years old. Now they were in college? 

I followed her through the house to her bedroom. For being in her late thirties and mother of two children, it certainly didn't appear to have effected her body. It was tight...and voluptuous. Like Marlene, she hid it under conservative business suits. 

"Remember the time you and my brother baby sat the girls?" she asked. That was the time Tom and I spent a weekend in New York. Remember?" 

I did remember, vividly. It was a fun weekend. We spoiled the girls, taking them to a rock concert, allowing them to play video games until all hours of the morning. They even began referring to me as aunt Sandra. 

"Did you have any sexual fantasies about them back then?" she asked. 

I was completely taken aback by her question. 

"Of course not," I answered defiantly. "How can you ask me such a horrible, sick question? They were teenagers." 

"I only asked because...uh...I mean look at you now. Look at what kind of slut bitch you are. I thought maybe you were capable of anything. You are capable of anything sexual aren't you Sandra?" 

It was apparent we weren't friends any more. Our relationship changed almost instantly. It didn't, however, give her the right to make such cruel off handed remarks about me. 

"No...no I'm not," I said defensively. "I would never.... How could you think such a terrible thing of me?" 

Stripped down to her panties, black stockings and red pumps. she deliberately struck up a pose in front of me. 

"I've wanted to fuck you for a long time," she said breathlessly, ogling me up and down. "Has anyone ever told you you have a pussy mouth? I used to be so jealous of my brother, knowing you were probably sucking his big cock every night. Am I right Sandra? Didn't he fuck those luscious lips of yours? Did you let him ram it down that slutty throat of yours?" 

"I haven't seen or heard from your brother for three years," I said. "Why are you bringing all of this up now? He didn't do something to your daughters did he?" 

"Oh no," she said. "He certainly was capable though if he thought he could've gotten away with it. He's always been a pig." 

I was only half listening to her. I was more intrigued by the way she was massaging her own tits, teasing her nipples erect. They were like pencil erasers. 

She continued to ramble. "When he and I were teenagers, I sucked his cock all the time. I probably swallowed a bucket or two of his cum juice back then. He loved blow jobs."

It was unbelievable that she would share such a horribly sick and personal thing with me. Equally terrible was how little she thought of her brother. It was difficult to comprehend. 

"He was the first boy to fuck me in my ass," she said. "Just think...when you were sucking his cock, that same cock had been up my asshole many times. How does that make you feel?" 

At the moment I didn't know what I was feeling. Our conversation seemed so insane. I didn't know what it was leading up to, if anything. If she was trying to shock me she had succeeded. But to what end? 

"What do you want from me, Kyra? If you're trying to shock me, you've succeeded. But all this talk about your daughters and brother is...well, to be frank, a little disturbing. I really don't want to hear about it. I should probably leave. And, quite frankly, I don't care what you tell Marlene. I don't want to have this stupid conversation with you any more." 

"You're not going anywhere, bitch," she said with an unexpected sternness. 

She moved closer to me. "You'll do as I say, bitch. Now move your ass to the living room. I'm not through with you." 

I had never seen this side of her...domineering and demanding.. It stirred something inside of me. I obeyed meekly, quickly retreating to the living room with her. 

She motioned for me to sit on the sofa next to her. Making obscene gestures with her tongue,she spread her legs and began stroking her crotch. 

"Marlene tells me you're a panty sniffer. Would you like to sniff my panties Sandra?" 

Although I could see it coming I was still surprised. She was a lesbian, just like Marlene. I had to applaud her. She had maintained her secret well...from everyone, I now knew what she expected of me but I had no feeling for it. I just wanted to go home. 

"GET DOWN HERE AND SNIFF MY PANTIES YOU FUCKING BITCH," she screamed at me. 

I cringed from her sudden outburst. I was also aroused by her arrogance. I squirmed on the sofa, aware of the sudden warmth between my legs. 

"DID YOU UNDERSTAND ME YOU FUCKING SLUT? I SAID GET ON YOUR KNEES AND SMELL MY DIRTY PANTIES. DO IT...NOW." 

I felt the familiar warm blanket of humiliation drape over me.I obediently slipped from the sofa to my knees. She was so stern and demanding...I had no choice.... 

She was right...her panties were soiled. She slipped down lower on the sofa, her gaping legs giving me full access to her ripe scent. The odor was intoxicating. I wallowed in shameful pleasure, my nose pressed against her warm wet crotch. 

"Finger yourself," she ordered me. "Go ahead, bitch...finger yourself. I want to see you cum." 

My hand slipped under my short skirt as I continued sniffing her. I was overwhelmed by the sudden need to please her. I wanted her to make me eat her luscious pink cunt. 

I heard the television go on. She had a remote in her hand. I heard what sounded like a crowd cheering. I couldn't pull myself away from her crotch to watch. 

"Look at the TV," Kyra ordered. Watch it...you're going to enjoy this. Keep fingering yourself. 

I turned to watch. It was seven or eight cheerleaders cheering on the side line of a basketball game. The film was directed specifically on the young girls. 

"Brenda is a college cheerleader," she moaned. "She sent this tape to me." 

I recognized her oldest daughter Brenda, second from the left. 

"Keep fingering yourself," Kyra reminded me. "Watch...see how young and fresh they look. Prime pussy. How would you like to smell their sweaty panties after a game?" 

"Yes," I whispered, my fingers stroking my pussy more forcefully. 

"Would you like to lick those sweet pink cunts?" she murmured. "Would you Sandra? Can you just smell their girly odor?" 

I could feel myself approaching an orgasm. I was trapped by my own burning lust. 

"Yesssss," I moaned as I caught glimpses of their panties every time they jumped and cheered.

"Pretty little pussies...lick them...smell them. Oh god....Yessssss......." 

Buttery cream gushed from me, dripping from my fingers onto the carpeted floor. My body went into an uncontrollable spasm as I watched the unsuspecting girls. I felt enslaved to my perverted imagination. 

Kyra grabbed a handful of my hair and crushed my mouth up against her crotch. Pulling her panties aside, I licked her vigorously till her cummy cream flowed into my hungry mouth. I gurgled, the thick sticky substance nearly choking me as it strung itself from my tonsils down through my throat. I cum again.... -------------------------------------- 

I finally arrived home at five Sunday morning. I remained in bed the entire day. I awoke with a headache and full blown depression. I became dangerously close to gulping down an entire bottle of aspirin. Fortunately I was a coward. 

Arriving at work Monday morning my worst fear was realized. Sitting in the middle of my desk was a basket filled with cleaning items. Leaning against the basket was a sign..."Tool kit for a Maid." 

So now the entire office staff knew. Surprisingly, they were only aware of my role as a maid, not the sex involved. I spent the day going out of my way to avoid everyone. 

After work, I went straight to Marlene's apartment. She hadn't asked me to drop by...I was drawn there by an inner need I didn't fully understand. 

The apartment was immaculate. Someone had cleaned up after the party. I changed out her bedding and cleaned her bathroom. I was cooking her dinner when she arrived home. 

"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked. "I didn't order you to be here did I?" 

She didn't wait for an answer, going directly to her bedroom to change. When she returned to the kitchen she was undressed, wearing only her panties. 

"What's for dinner," she asked as she sat down at the dining room table. 

I served her. As she ate I crawled under the table, nuzzling my cheek up against her thigh. She ate in silence while I basked in the odor of her pussy. The humiliation was exquisite. 

The doorbell rang. Marlene quickly retrieved a housecoat from the coat closet before answered the door. I scurried from underneath the table. My heart sank when our office bookkeeper entered. Apparently Marlene was expecting her. 

"I'm sorry about asking you to meet me here," Marlene said to Jessica. "There just doesn't seem to be enough hours in the day to get everything done. I really needed to go over last months financial figures so I can report to upper management this week." 

"That's alright," Jessica responded while eyeing me curiously. "Why...why is Sandra here?" 

As usual, Jessica, peering over her glasses, was suspicious by nature. She knew I had nothing to do with policy or finances. I knew she was feeling uncomfortable about revealing sensitive company information in front of me. 

She and I had been friends in the past. Even back then she was closed mouth about her job. Our friendship waned when when she met a guy and married him.

I could see the mischievous look on Marlene's face. "Sandra is here because...well, to be quite frank, Jessica...Sandra is my bitch." 

She smiled coyly when she said it. I'm sure she wanted to shock the uptight, straight laced Jessica. That was Marlene's style. She had to know how closed mouth Jessica was and would never repeat what she heard or observed here. If Jessica was shocked she didn't show it. 

"Well, she has nothing to do with bookkeeping," Jesse said. "It isn't appropriate for her be at our meeting." 

"She's not here for the meeting," Marlene said with a smile of amusement. "Didn't you hear me. She's my bitch. She's here to please me." 

I thought I would die. I stood there shame faced, unable to look at Jessica. 

"I see," Jessica said, trying to remain business like. "Well, this won't take long. Last months figures are pretty much standard for this time of year. Nothing unusual. It won't take long to bring you up to date. Then you can get back to...uh...whatever you two were doing." 

"Aren't you any more curious than that?" Marlene asked. "Did you hear what I said...Sandra is my bitch." 

"I heard you," Jessica said. "But I don't need to know the particulars. That's your business. I just do the books." 

They moved to the living room, sitting across from each other. Marlene motioned for me to sit on the floor at her feet. I continued averting my eyes away from Jessica. I knew how sick and perverted this had to look to her.

As they talked business I sat at Marlene's feet silently. I finally managed to take a side long glance at Jessica. She was all business...that is until she began to glance back at me. After awhile, she apparently couldn't hold it in any longer. 

"With all due respect, Marlene, I always suspected Sandra was a slut, even when we ran around together. I never thought she would stoop to this level though." 

Marlene smirked. "You don't know what you're missing, Jessica. Having your own bitch can be quite practical, Not only will they pleasure you, they're so helpful in keeping the apartment clean and washing clothes." 

Jessica stared directly at me, her eyes filled with contempt. It made my pussy leak. 

Marlene opened her housecoat and spread her legs. I heard a gasp from Jessica. 

"Let me show you what I mean," Marlene said. "Come on Sandra....Let's show Jessica what a real slut whore you are." 

Having an audience was like the sweetest degradation...like it was scripted for me. I was drowning in humiliation. To do this in front of someone I considered my equal was like the ultimate shame. 

Once again I placed my cheek on Marlene's thigh, inhaling deeply. She splayed her legs invitingly, pulling her panties aside to expose her luscious wet cunt. I licked her slit slowly, gingerly. A white cream oozed from her. I curled my tongue, scooping it up slowly, feeling the wet warmth as it dripped onto my chin. 

"Oh my god," Jessica gasped. "I...I think I should go." 

"No, stay where you are," Marlene said. "You should loosen up, Jessica. You're too uptight. Don't be afraid to allow yourself a little enjoyment. It's just us girls here." 

I continued licking Marlene's cunt while Jessica watched intently. When Marlene could no longer suppress her bodily pleasure, her hips began thrusting up against my mouth. I could faintly hear Jessica moaning...a familiar lustful moan. 

Suddenly Marlene pushed me away. I followed her gaze...she was staring at Jessica. Jessica, her legs spread, was rubbing her covered crotch, her pink panties clearly soaking. 

"What do you think, Jessica?" Marlene said to her. "Do you want Sandra to eat your cunt or do you want to get down here and lick my pussy?" 

It was brilliant. Marlene had placed the straight laced woman at a crossroads. Lick or be licked...dom or submissive. Jessica didn't hesitate. 




Maid to Order



"I can't believe this," Jessica moaned. Get over here, Sandra. Lick me. What a fucking whore you are. Come on...eat my cunt you sick bitch."

I crawled over to her on my knees, burying my face between her thighs. She wrapped her legs around my head, squeezing me tightly to her crotch. With my tongue inching in between her glistening slit, she humped me like a dog. She came within seconds, her ripe cunt gushing her frothy cream. Her scream was a reminder of my role in her unseemly transition to the dark side.

After a month or so it was apparent that twisted sexual pleasures were consuming my life. I also lived with the constant fear and threat of being exposed. I had absolutely no confidence my friends and co-workers would be understanding if they knew. My paranoia was a constant companion and it was taking its toll on me. 

Not only was it unhealthy It was confusing why I embraced humiliation and shame, the impetus to my sexual pleasure. It was clearly a tug of war within my psyche. Between Marlene, Jessica, and my work, I bounced between stress and pleasure with agonizing depression in between. I couldn't seem to break the cycle, ignoring old friends and activities I once enjoyed. 

My only inspiration, it seemed, was humiliation and shame. I had to be an anomaly, a case study in the making. 

I finally sought out a psychiatrist, someone who specialized in sexual aberrations. I was referred to Dr Simmons from an anonymous call I made to a clinic. 

During my first appointment I almost ran out of the office. Dr Simmons was a woman, not only beautiful but domineering and stern, the very type of woman who was the cause of my problem. I was afraid of her. 

I muddled through our first session, not revealing much about myself or my problem. I was afraid to open up to her, fearing it would lead to more sexual arousal, the very problem I was trying to confront. 

By our third session I came to the conclusion I had to open up to her. Otherwise, what was the purpose of seeing her every week. When I finally revealed everything to her. It was no surprise my confession had my pussy leaking like a sieve. One step forward, two steps back so to speak. 

"Don't you feel better now that you've revealed your real problem to me?" she asked of me. "By the way, why are you acting so flustered, fidgeting around the way you are? Are you nervous are concerned about what I might think of you now?" 

I explained what was happening to me. "So, you're telling me that humiliating yourself by opening up to me is having a sexual effect on you. That's very interesting. Why is that you suppose?" 

"I know you're a professional," I murmured, and you can't help me unless I'm total honest with you. Bit I just can't help reacting this way. You're the very type of woman I have difficulty dealing with. You know, beautiful, strong willed and domineering. That's you isn't it?" She smiled, accepting my comments as a compliment. 

"Tell me then," she asked as she recrossed her long athletic legs. "What's going through your mind right now? That you would like to have sex with me? What is it you would like to do to me.?" 

"If I tell you it might cause me to have an orgasm...right here," I confessed. "I don't want to do that." 

"I'm a doctor," she said. "I don't believe you can have an orgasm by just describing your fantasies to me. It's absurd to think that can happen without you actually touching yourself...you know, masturbating. I think you're trying to shock me which may be another fantasy of yours. Believe me, I'm shock proof. Actually, I'd like to believe you. It would certainly alter my research to see someone have an orgasm while doing nothing more that conversing." 

She made it sound so clinical. Nevertheless, since she asked, I began to explain what I'd like to do to her. I was very descriptive, even suggesting she lie to me and tell me her panties were soiled. 

"Okay," she snickered. "I'll humor you If that's what you want to hear. My panties are extremely soiled, Sandra. I peed through them this morning. I masturbated in them at lunch today They are so stuck to my crotch I don't know if I can get them off." 

My entire body convulsed as an orgasm swept over me. I fought for breath as I stared at her, her descriptive panty remarks pushing me over the edge. As the orgasm waned, I slumped down in my chair, fully spent. Contrary to her belief, I could tell she was shocked by my performance. 

"You...you...my god, you actually had an orgasm without touching yourself," she stammered. "I didn't think that was possible. I am truly amazed." 

"I told you," I said, still trying to catch my breath. 

She spoke, barely above a whisper: "I have to confess,Sandra. Watching you just now was truly infectious. It's really not like me to be aroused by a patient. If fact it has never happened to me before. This is going to give me a lot to think about." 

It was all I could do not to throw myself at her feet, to nuzzle up between her thighs, to sniff her...eat her cunt. I blurted this out to her. I could see she was becoming more uncomfortable. 

"I think that will be all for today," she mumbled. "I apologize for my uneasiness. Your case is highly unusual, to say the least. I'm sorry. I'm not aware of any case study that....uh, never mind. Please, make another appointment with Sharon before you leave. I really want to research this further. OKay?" 

I approached Sharon at the front desk to make an appointment for the following week. I could tell by the wrinkling of her nose she could smell the sexual odor emitting from me. ---------------------------------------- 

I continued to be a large producer for the company. I even received the raise I requested, the request that started my morally objectionable change of life. I think Mr Wylie convinced Marlene that it was in the company's best interest I be remunerated. I'm sure it didn't take much convincing. After all, she had me right where she wanted me, enslaved by my fetishes and sexual desires. 

She wasn't very happy when I told her I was seeing a doctor. She made several feeble attempts to discourage me. Jessica, on the other hand, reacted much more strongly. She became frightened, scared that I would reveal her name to the doctor, maybe even claim sexual harassment in the work place. She was beside herself with worry yet she didn't stop her occasional session with me. She would call me into her office and make be sit under her desk for several hours. She was always thrilled when I swallowed her cum juices. She was, in my opinion, a case study in the making too. ---------------------------------------- 

The following week I met with Dr Simmons again. This would be my fourth session. Sharon, the receptionist at the front desk, licked her lips suggestively at me when I checked in. I didn't know what to make of it. 

Dr Simmons was not dressed in her typical conservative suit. Wearing a short dark blue skirt and tight pink sweater, it was apparent she wanted to display her large and heavy swaying breast. She wasn't wearing a bra. 

"We ended the last session with you having an orgasm without touching yourself," she began. "Do you think the way I'm dressed may help you repeat that occurrence?" 

It was a strange question coming from a counselor. I wasn't sure of what she was trying to achieve but it certainly didn't seem, at least clinically, in my best interest. Why else would she wear something that was sure to arouse my fetish instincts, not help me understand them.

"I'm a little confused," I said. Are you wanting to see me...you know...?" 

"Yes, I want to see you cum again," she said firmly. "Who knows, maybe it'll take our session to another level. I'm sure my receptionist Sharon would appreciate that." 

That statement baffled me further. What did the receptionist have to do with anything.

"Does this help," she said as she uncrossed her legs and spread them suggestively. 

I could make out the crotch of her white bikini panties. I gasped, instinctively reaching up to massage my own breast. 

"Why don't you be a good bitch and get down on your knees," she ordered me. "I lied about my panties last week. I'm not lying today...they're are soiled. I've been naughty and nasty just for you." 

Her sudden un-professional behavior caused the barometer of my lust shoot up off the charts. I slipped to my knees and crawled to her, never taking my eyes from the prize. Her panties were cotton bikinis, the kind a teenager would wear, the kind that soaks up a woman's nectar. 

I didn't hurry, trying to savor the moment. When my face reached her knees I smelled her sex. I breathed deeply, teasing my nasal passages. I heard the door open and close behind me. I knew it had bo be the receptionist entering. I pushed my face between the doctor's thighs, my tongue a flick away from tasting her and her soaking panties. I barely noticed the receptionist standing behind me, lifting my skirt, exposing my ass and crotch. 

Suddenly a huge object began poking at playfully around my slit. I spread my legs lewdly. I was ecstatic. I was going to be fucked.

With her pussy so freshly ripe it was like sniffing thick fumes. With the bulbous head of the receptionist's huge dildo probing my cunt, I concerned for my capacity to take it all.

I suddenly had a moment of clarity. Dr Simmons was never going to help me. In fact, she was trying to enable me for her own research and pleasure. I might as well accept my condition...and embrace it. 

The doctor's panties were so soaked they dripping onto my lips. I winced at the pain in my ass, welcoming it as a reminder of my position...my domination by controlling women. 

The doctor had mentioned to me that maximizing sexual pleasure was about capacity, how much you can take and give both mentally and physically. Apparently I was part of her putting that theory to the test. 

"You fucking slut," the doctor hissed. "See what you've done to me. I hired Sharon as part of my research. She's a filthy slut too. Now both of you have drawn me down to your level. You two are the sickest bitches I've ever treated. Well, I can play this game too."

What was there not to like, I thought to myself. Her cunt was sloppy and squishy wet with an odor as strong as a net full of salmon. And the dildo, now in my pussy at least seven or eight inches, the ultimate orgasm was building in me, about to be released. 

"Do you like me fucking you like a dog?" the receptionist hissed in my ear. "I'm going to fuck you till you scream."

I didn't doubt her at all. What mattered was being humped and controlled by an arrogant trailer trash whore. That's what made it so shameful sweet. 

"Christ," the Doctor moaned. "Look at her Sharon. She's sucking my pussy like she would a raw clam. Her tongue...so fucking good." 

Sharon was unrelenting in her assault on me, the huge cock probing deeper than I had ever been fucked before. The seed of my orgasm was growing from deep within. I thought it might be more than I could stand. I hoped so... 

Doctor Simmons was nearly losing control, obviously unable to suppress a lust level she had only read about in books. Her thrusting hips became active from the beginning of my tonguing her. She was verbal, spewing out things that excited me. Her degrading and belittling remarks had me crazy with lust. The thick cock, now buried deep in me, was like losing my virginity all over again. 

I must have looked a sight, being fucked from behind as I slurped the cunt of this highly educated woman till she moaned for sexual relief. 

"Oh god, that's it," she moaned. You piece of shit...make me cum in your pussy mouth, bitch. This is what your good for...swallowing cum, serving women like me. Yesssss....right there....lick...lick harder...yesssss, suck it....suck my...oh god yes, suck my clit." 

I soaked up her contempt for me. My ass thrust back against the dildo relentlessly, trying to deepen its reach even further up into my womb. Suddenly Carol withdrew the thick rubber cock. I moaned out my displeasure. But when she began poking at my virgin anal hole, I braced for the maximum degradation. 

My muffled scream apparently delighted the doctor. "that's it, Sharon," she hissed nastily. "Hurt the bitch. Fuck her shit hole. Make her your queer bitch..." 

They were like overly passionate amateurs, managing to shame me like I had never been shamed before. They were using me for their own twisted pleasure, trying to push me beyond my willingness. 

I could feel a tremor building deep in my cunt. Unbelievably, I was approaching an anal orgasm. My piggish grunts sounded nasty and obscene. 

Doctor Simmon's clit quivered between my lips, her oozing cunt abruptly becoming a gusher of thick buttery cream. Her orgasm must have been an agonizing pleasure, her body convulsing involuntarily. My own orgasm followed, my anal hole puckering in rhythm with my discharging cunt. It was unimaginable pleasure. My animal grunting was fitting to a slut like me. 

I was wrong about Doctor Simmon's domineering nature. When the receptionist suddenly forced the doctor to her knees and plunged the shit covered dildo up her ass. The doctor's whimpers sounded strangely familiar...she sounded like me. 

I snickered to myself...wondered how this was going to effect her research...the study she mentioned repeatedly during my sessions with her. 

There was little doubt this would be my last appointment with her. I didn't need to pay someone two hundred dollars an hour who had, as it turned out, the same symptoms as me. 

At work next morning, there was extraordinary news circulating around the office. Kyra, my former friend and client, had been arrested for possessing and trading in child pornography. Apparently some slut she picked up in a lesbian bar turned her in. 

I wasn't all that surprised. But my friendship with her was so well known I feigned disgust in my attempt to distance myself from her.

Marlene summoned me to her office. I hurried down the hall, assuming she wanted her pussy licked. I hoped so.

"You heard about Kyra I suppose," she said. "Too bad. You know, I met her two daughters once. Cute girls. Good thing they're away at college and don't have to face this embarrassment. On the other hand, if they were here, their mother's predicament might make them ripe for picking if you know what I mean." 

"That's sick," I muttered. "They're just young innocent girls." 

"What the hell you talking about?" Marlene hissed at me. "They're almost twenty years old. Any way, the reason I called you in here was to make sure you stay on top of things with her Company. Make sure sales don't dip too much. Okay." 

"Yeah, okay. I'm sure Phyllis, her assistant will be handling things over there for awhile." 

"So, how did your doctor's appointment go," she asked, changing the subject. "Is the good doctor going to cure you, make you believe you're not the piece of shit slut you've turned out to be?" 

Marlene's stinging words aroused me.Reluctantly, I told her what happened at my last appointment. She didn't act surprised, even musing aloud making an appointment with the doctor to solicit her as a maid also. My body was really warming up now.

Her remarks about Kyra's daughters, even though disgusting, had an effect on me. It was, as much as I hated to admit it, an alluring fantasy. 

I wanted her to use me, to take the edge off. For whatever reason she seemed content in continuing her chatty mode. 

Someone tapped on the door. It was Jessica, the bookkeeper. Her stern librarian look was especially appealing today. I really needed some dirty sex to calm me down.

"Did you hear about Kyra?" she asked Marlene. 

"Yeah, the whole office has heard," Marlene said. 

"What's this slut bitch doing in here?" she asked Marlene, referring to me. "You getting a cunt licking on company time?" 

Suddenly Marlene's disposition changed. "It's none of your fucking business, Jessica. That is unless you want to lick my pussy. Is that what you came in here for? To lick my cunt?" 

Jessica had mistakenly assumed that in our small sexual network she and Marlene were equals. Marlene was offering her a moment of clarity. Even among dominant women there was a pecking order. I was Marlene's bitch, but, in a way, so was Jessica. This was Marlene's way of giving her a jolt of reality. 

Jessica's stern composure was shaken for a moment. Perverted office sex was still new to her. Marlene, seeing weakness in Jessica's eyes, pounced on her. She loved playing mental games. 

"Why don't you come over here and eat my cunt, Jessica," Marlene said teasingly. "You've never licked a woman's pussy before but you've watched Sandra lick yours. I'm sure you could get the hang of it in no time." 

Jessica's eyes blinked nervously, trying to figure out how to extract herself from an uncomfortable situation. Unlike me, she wasn't accustomed to being humiliated, especially in front of me. 

I could see Marlene was enjoying this distraction from work. She continued her harassment of Jessica. 

"Maybe you're like Kyra," she hissed at Jessica. "Maybe you like little girls. Is that it, Jessica? Do you prefer little girls?" 

I was sure Jessica didn't see that coming. I know I didn't. Poor Jessica, she didn't know how to respond. If I wasn't so turned on by the conversation I would have felt sorry for her. 

"How about that step-daughter of yours, Jessica?" Marlene continued her attack. "Isn't she one of those sexy cheerleaders. "Do you ever fantasize about her. I'll bet she has a sweet pussy, all pink and luscious. Do you fantasize how succulent it is...all ripe to be licked." 

"Oh god," Jessica gasped. "Please, don't talk about her like that. Leave her out of this. Please...I...I can't stand this. You're such a cruel bitch, Marlene. Why are you turning on me like this?" " 

Because I know you, Jessica. Or I know women like you. In denial. Admit it, you fucking slut. You would love to suck your step-daughter's cunt. Say it. Don't lie to yourself...or me." 

Jessica, the woman who made me do all those nasty things to her, looked at me for support. Her pleading eyes took on a look of disgust when she saw my hand disappear under my skirt to fondle myself. 

"You rotten bitch," she spat out at Marlene. "I never thought of my step-daughter sexually. She's only eighteen years old for god's sake. You are one sick bitch and I'll see you fired from this company before I allow you to defame me like this." 

Marlene never blinked. Rising from her desk, she walked over to Jessica, slipping her hand under the bookkeeper's skirt. Jessica closed her eyes. She didn't pull away. 

I heard the moan from Jessica's lips...watched the slight thrusting motion of her hips. She was responding to Marlene's caressing fingers between her legs. Marlene was unbelievably astute. 

"I'm sorry I brought your step-daughter into our conversation," Marlene whispered into Jessica's ear. "I know you think she's an innocent teenager. But that's her charm. I also think hose short little skirts she wears to show off her tanned athletic legs might be sexually tantalizing to you." 

"Uh...yeah, legs...strong tanned legs," Jessica stammered. "Sweaty cheerleader...all of them...their white scanty panties...pretty sweaty panties." 

"Yes, I understand," Marlene continued whispering. "Tight clinching ass cheeks...perky tits." 

"Oh god," Jessica moaned as her body shook uncontrollably, an orgasm that virtually maimed her with pleasure. 

Jessica's hips, humping Marlene's fingers in total abandonment, thighs spread lewdly in a silent pleading to be fucked.

My own orgasm exploded, cum juice puddling in the palm of my hand. Jessica and I moaned in unison, the room becoming sated with the odor of our discharging cunts. Marlene had orchestrated this...all of this. She was a master...my master. 




Maid to Order



I fell back into the nearest chair, my body spent. Jessica, her shoulders sagging, had been exposed. Fighting back the tears, she slunk from the room a broken women. I wondered if there was a maid's uniform in her future. 

When Marlene's phone rang, I was nearest to it. I answered it instinctively. 

"Could I speak to Marlene please," the voice said sternly. "This is Laura Stone calling." 

I put my hand over the mouthpiece. "Marlene," I whispered. "This is Laura Stone...for you. Isn't she the Senior Vice President of our company?" 

Marlene quickly moved to her desk, grabbing the phone from me. "Yes, Mrs Stone," she said almost reverently. "This is Marlene. How can I help you today?" 

I could only hear one side of the conversation but it was telling. 

"Yes ma'am," she said, responding in a sweet submissive voice. "Yes, I'll take care of it. Oh yes, I can do that for you. I'll take care of it today. Yes ma'am, I'm completely at your service. Whatever you say. Yes, I'll get back to you immediately." 

Glancing at me furtively. she turned her back to me and whispered into the phone: Yes ma'am...I miss you."

As she hung up the phone, she nervously reached for a pile of file folders on the corner of her desk. It was then I had a illuminating moment. Everyone is someone's bitch, Even Marlene. It was so obvious. There was a pecking order.We were all susceptible. We were all, under certain circumstances, cruel and domineering. By the same token, we could be Maid to Order.... 


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little miss blair, author

©copyright 2009



Maid to Order



Authors Note: This is the second erotica that I have ever written and the first I have ever published. Some friends of mine encouraged me to share because they really liked it. I hope you enjoy it as much as they did.

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She slowly turned the key until she heard a click, and then gently pushed the door open. She lumbered and stumbled a bit, her usual gracefulness impaired by the weighty baskets of cleaning supplies. She let the baskets drop to the floor with a thud, felt the strain diminish, and then breathed a sigh of relief. 

"Hello," A voice bellowed from across the room. "Who's there?" 

She looked up and was startled to see a man sitting with a book in his lap. No one was supposed to be there. He works this time of day the woman at the agency had told her. 

"Hi, I'm Geneva the new maid," she blurted from a distance. 

"Hi, I'm Jack your new boss. It's quite awkward to meet someone from across the room. Why don't you come closer so I can have a look at you?" Geneva stared at the floor timidly for a few seconds, looked up, and then complied. A warm friendly smile shot across his face like a beam of sunshine. Jack put his hand out reassuringly. 

"Pleased to meet you, Geneva," he said. She took it and gave him a half-sincere smile. "Don't be so nervous, young lady. I do not bite. I promise, really." 

"I'm sorry. I am not trying to be rude. I didn't expect anyone to be here so I was a bit caught off guard. " 

"Sorry. I decided to take the afternoon off and relax. It's easy when you're the boss. You're much lovelier than some of the other girls she's sent over to me. You're so much sweeter too." 

Her cheeks turned bright red. "Thanks." 

Why don't I let you get to work so I can work on a few more chapters? Fix me a sandwich. "

"What would you like on your sandwich, sir?"

"Sir?" Well, young lady, it seems you have manners to go along with your sweetness. Fix me a Turkey Reuben. "

"What would you like to drink with that, sir?" He picked up his arm and pointed across the room. "Pick one of the Chardonnays off the rack over there."

Jack, of course, had no intention of reading while she prepared lunch. The gentleman's eyes were diverted slightly upward watching each move the girl made. He carefully surveyed her perfect little heart shaped buttocks and delighted in how it peeked out slightly from under her loose, black cotton skirt every time she bent for something. He wondered if she was wearing any panties, and if so what kind? Perhaps white or maybe black. Black would be nice. Her blue topaz colored eyes flashed every time they hit the light, and her shoulder length, platinum blond hair shone like the finest silk in china. Her perfectly shaped perky b cup breasts rested nicely in the tight white shirt she was wearing, and the shape of her slightly erect nipples barely poked through. He marveled over this fine specimen of a woman following her every action.

Every now and then Geneva would catch his gaze. Something about this man made her nervous and excited at the same time. He was a good-looking man in his mid forties with salt and pepper hair and piercing green eyes. From where she was standing, he could have been about 6 feet or so and his voice was rather easy on the ears. 

She brought his lunch over careful not to spill the chardonnay. She had overfilled the glass, and the wine swayed back and forth almost spilling over the rim.

"This is a fine sandwich," he said, chewing each bite carefully and intermittently washing it down with sips of wine. "Why don't you go pick up the kitchen and come back for my plate when I'm done."

After about 20 minutes, she returned to retrieve the plate. She was so nervous she stumbled a bit and dropped the plate to the floor. It went crashing down then broke into large shards. She knelt down to pick it up and was abruptly interrupted and told to stand.

He looked up at her and glared menacingly. "You clumsy bitch! Look what you've done! That plate is part of a 200-year-old set and impossible to replace. Do you know how much that set is worth?" Her face took on a shocked expression, and then she took a step back almost falling backwards in her white kitten heels.

"Answer me when I ask you a question, bitch!"

"No sir, I don't." she responded timidly.

"It's worth more than you make in a month, and I highly doubt you'll be able to replace it monetarily so I think we'll have to make other arrangements. What do you have to offer me? Come closer." 

The man inspected each inch of her body carefully with his eyes. The girl just stood there looking dumbfounded. She was both scared yet slightly aroused at the same time. She could feel her panties dampening.

"Take off your shirt." He glared at her with impatient eyes.

"No, I can't"

"You can't or you won't, little girl."

"I won't. This isn't right." She started to make her way towards the door, but before she could take two steps, she felt a strong hand wrap around her arm tightly and tug her back. 

"Where do you think you're going, little lady? You owe me something and you're going to pay." He pulled her close to his body and slid his hands down towards her waist. He could feel her tremble. He put one hand on each side of her blouse and forced her shirt off. He then quickly made off with her lacy black bra. He cupped his hands around her chest from behind and squeezed her soft milky white breasts. He then jerked her around and faced her forward. 

"Nice beautiful pink nipples on such perfect supple breasts. What else are you hiding under those clothes? I bet you have a nice tight cunt under there. Pull down your skirt!"

"No, please, I'll do anything you want. Just let me put my clothes back on. I promise I won't tell anyone. Just let me go. Please." She held on to the waist of her skirt tightly. Tears streamed down her face. "Please don't do this. Please don't."

He laughed a little and then grabbed a good handful of hair and pulled it hard, bringing her ear close to his mouth. "I said take off your skirt." 

She reluctantly slid the skirt down her thighs revealing a pair of black thongs. The girl was now whimpering and shuddering. He brought his hand up to her face and took one of her tears on the tip of his finger. He tasted it. "Your tears are so sweet." He slid his right hand down the front of her panties and positioned his fingers in her slit. 

"You're so wet. You can't tell me you don't like this. You'd be lying to me and good girls don't lie right."

"Please stop. Please." She persisted.

"Right!"

"No, they don't." she croaked.

"Good girl. Now bend over and let me see that ass."

She struggled against him a bit and then bent over. 

"I think it's time for your punishment now. I'm going to show you what happens to klutzy little whores."

"What are you going to do?" She said in a shaky voice tears still streaming down her pale cheeks."

"I'm going to spank you. Now shut the fuck up and quit squirming or you'll make it worse for yourself."

"Please don't. I'm sorry. I really am." She could feel the cool hardwood floor as she knelt on all fours trembling. She felt a tug at her hair. 

"Get up and come lay over my knee." 

She was so emotionally worn down that she gave in easily this time. He cupped both her ass cheeks with his hands. He then gave them a light rub enjoying the softness on the palms of his hands. He gave them a good squeeze before he delivered the first blow. 

Smack!

She quivered, whimpered, and her tears began streaming again staining his jeans with little salty droplets. "Owwe! No!" she screamed. "Nooo!" She began sobbing relentlessly.

Smack! 

He delivered one right after the other. Her ass was beginning to turn a dark shade of pink. 

Smack! 

He wailed away from left to right taking care to evenly color each cheek. Her ass was turning a delicious shade of scarlet. She begged and pleaded for him to stop but he only became wickeder with each complaint and applied more energy to each smack. 

"Please I can't take anymore, it hurts too much."

He stuck his hands in-between her legs and found that her pussy was dripping wet."You cry and cry but it seems you rather enjoy this." 

Slap!

"Please stop." She sobbed.

"Shut up, slut! You're only making this worse on yourself. I'll stop when I please" He finally got tired of her incessant whining, forcefully pulled her panties down her thick thighs, and shoved them in her mouth. "I told you to be quiet, didn't I?" 

He pulled her up by her hair and stared deep into her eyes. "I think you've had enough for now, don't you?" 

She made what sounded like a muffled yes and nodded her head up and down. He then dragged her across the oriental throw rug over to the leather ottoman. 

"Bend over this, slut. I want to get a good look at that tight pink asshole." 

She tried to squirm away so he pulled her up by her hair and bent her over the ottoman. Jack then knelt down, spread her cheeks, and began gently massaging her hole. 

"Such a pretty little asshole. I can't wait to fuck it, but first I want my cock deep in that little sweet pussy of yours. He brought his hand down and hooked his fingers in her pussy. He began massaging inside her hole; wet juices flowed out and down his hands. 

"You're so turned on, aren't you? You can't tell me that you don't want this." He pulled the panties out of her mouth and tossed them aside. "Tell me how much you want this," he said as he massaged her clit.

"I want this really bad."

"Now say I want this really bad, sir. I want this really fucking bad; please give it to me hard, sir."

"I want this really bad, sir. I want this really fucking bad; please give it to me hard, sir." 

She writhed and moaned from his touch. His cock began to get erect, and you could see it bulge from the crotch of his jeans. 

"You're a filthy slut, aren't you? You're the dirty kind of filthy slut I like. You're the kind of filthy slut who needs all her holes filled with my cock. You're the kind of filthy cunt who needs to choke on my cock and swallow every last drop of cum, aren't you. Tell me about how you want me to fuck your face." He pinched her nipples hard and she squealed. 

"Ouch, that hurts," she protested.

I thought I told you not to talk unless spoken to. Keep that mouth shut or the panties go back in."

"Yes Sir."

"Now tell me!"

"I want you to fuck my face so bad, sir, please shove your cock deep in my throat."

He unzipped his jeans and then pulled them down to his knees. He ordered her over and pulled her face towards his cock using her hair. 

"Now suck it." 

She put her mouth on his hard throbbing cock reluctantly and began lightly mouthing it. 

"Do you know how to suck a cock? Am I going to have to teach you?" 

He grabbed the sides of her head and thrust his cock deep inside her mouth, the tip of his penis just grazing the back of her throat. 

"Suck it, I said." 

She sucked it in a very hesitant clumsy fashion. 

"You're not very good at this. I think I'll have to teach you another time. Today I'm just going to fuck your face. Now don't scrape my cock with your teeth, or you'll really be hurt." 

She opened her mouth wider, and he once again thrust his cock into it until he could hear her gag. He grabbed her hair with both hands and used that to thrust her face more forcibly into his cock. He slid his cock in and out slow at first and then faster until she couldn't take it anymore and let her come up for air. He then shoved her face back onto his cock, shoving it in and out hard achieving slightly more depth each time until she pushed him off choking and coughing. 

"It seems you've had enough of that then." He said. He pulled his pants off the rest of the way and removed his shirt. He then walked over and turned the AC up a bit. He gave the gasping girl a few good hard smacks across the face, grabbed her by her throat, and pulled her face close to his. He kissed her deeply. He pulled away then gave her an evil smile, and said, "Don't worry. You'll get the hang of it after awhile. It just takes practice." 

He once again brought her face close to his and began deeply kissing her and fondling her breasts. He slid his hands down towards her dripping wet pussy and once again began massaging her clit in a circular motion. She finally gave up the last bit of fight she had in her and surrendered her whole body to his every touch. She was so pliable he could pose her like a doll now. She was his, and he knew it.

"Get up on the chaise and lay on your back." 

It didn't take much more than this to make her comply. He got up, followed her over, and then spread her legs apart. He squeezed her soft thighs a bit and rubbed them up and down. He then hooked his fingers in and was thrilled over how wet and sticky her pussy was. His hard throbbing cock was ready to penetrate her tight hole. 

He moved closer and finally slid it in. He shuddered a bit as soon as he felt the snugness of her warm, tight, and wet cunt wrapped around his cock. She moaned and squirmed a bit and then relaxed. Her body trembled with each hard thrust of his body. She was whimpering, writhing now, meeting his every thrust with, and upward motion of her pelvis. Her moans and groans were getting louder now. She was getting close to cumming. He wrapped both of his hands around her throat and continued fucking her as hard and as fast as he could. Her body began shaking profusely and her legs wrapped around his back. She was getting closer and gasping for every breath. Every muscle in her body was beginning to tighten, especially the walls of her pussy, which squeezed hard against his member. She began to convulse and her moans and screams reached a crescendo. She then became limp and quiet. He brought his mouth down to hers and began kissing her. 

"You were so good for me, little girl. You took it so nicely." 

She looked up at him with her red cheeks and watery blue eyes and whispered, "Thank you, sir."

I hope you don't think you're done. There is still one more hole left for me to fuck. He moved over to a drawer in the side table and pulled out a small plastic bottle of clear liquid.

"No," She protested. "I couldn't take anymore, especially that!"

He touched her cheek reassuringly. "I promise it will be ok. Lucky you were so good that I'm going to be nice and gentle. I'll slowly open you up before I put it in."

"Please don't do this to me. I can't take anymore. Really," she protested.

"Quiet, bitch! You'll take whatever I want you to." 

He walked over, picked up the pair of panties, and then grabbed a roll of duct tape from the side drawer. He secured the panties in her mouth and then continued. 

"Bend over on all fours and let me see that pink tight hole. What a nice little asshole you have." 

He squirted the lubricant onto two fingers and then began gently massaging her hole in a circular motion. After a bit of this, he slid one finger into her ass then two. She squirmed and made some muffled screams and protests as he continued to massage the inside of her tight ass, which slowly began to open up as she became less resistant. 

"You're starting to like this now," he said. "I knew you were a little ass whore. I'm going to shove my cock in there so you can really know what it feels like to be my little ass slut." 

He gently worked his way into her ass with his hard erect penis. He groaned a bit as it worked its way in. 

"Damn you're so tight back here. I could almost cum right now." 

He began gently fucking her from behind. He could see her eyes widen with each thrust of his cock and see little pools of water fill the corners of her eyes and then slowly drip down her face. Muffled moans came from her mouth, and she bent forward putting her ass in a more accessible position allowing his cock to go in just a little deeper. 

"Oh fuck. This ass is so tight and sweet." 

He stopped and with his cock still inserted in her hole brought his hand around to her clit. He massaged it in a circular motion and continued to fuck her ass with small jerking motions. She began to writhe once more squirming up and down. He could feel her muscles tighten and could tell she was close. He massaged her clit more vigorously, and she began pushing her ass back and forth against his cock. She came extremely hard. Her pussy juices gushed out of her, dripped down her thighs, and made a small puddle below her. 

He didn't stop fucking her though. He grabbed her hair, used it for reigns, and began thrusting his cock in her harder than before.

"Oh god. I'm almost there!" Fuck! I'm going to cum." 

He quickly and violently thrust her on her back, ripped the tape off her face, and pulled the panties from her mouth. Then he came all over her face and in her mouth. 

"Swallow it, slut. Don't spit it out. Swallow every last drop." 

She did.

He helped her up to the couch. She was trembling in ecstasy. He sat holding her in his strong arms. She lay there satisfied unable to move for some time her face slightly pink from where he had ripped off the duct tape. He gave her one last kiss and then directed her to dress. She did so clumsily still drunk from the experience. 

"Your job is done for the day, little girl. I expect you back the same time tomorrow for training. I like you. You're just the little obedient slut I need for the job. I expect you won't be breaking any more plates." 

She nodded her head in compliance and then walked towards the kitchen to grab a dustpan and broom. She cleaned the plate up and gathered her things. She walked towards the door, gave one quick glance back before she turned the knob, and walked to her car.  

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Maid to Order!



I'm taking the initiative to write this story after 13 long years of the actual happening. Some memories can be so powerfully erotic...!

I'm an Indian, aged 32 and married. My first initiation into oral sex and its joys started when i was 19 years old. Its common place in Indian society to hire resident house helps. As was the case, a girl of 18 came to live with us for 4 years. This Maid was dark skinned girl, looked younger than her age, had slightly developed breasts, curious eyes and a curvy mouth. Her name was "Sheshu". Ohh! How is miss her….!

Coming from an orthodox family, I abstained from moving around with girls liberally, and being a lone child, strangely, did not assist to my socializing. Though it did not diminish my libido either. Still, whatever happened is true and I do not regret it because it happened in the true spirit of primal instinct.

Being a college drop out due to indifferent health, I used to study from my house, while taking evening tuition. My parents were working class, leaving the house to myself. 

Sheshu was a versatile maid, capable of cooking and keeping the house spic and span. It all started when she began cleaning my bedroom. She would sweep first and then mop the floor with a wet cloth. The constant swishing noise from mopping and her movements would distract me into watching her. It was then that i would occasionally notice her cleavage. Indian dresses, at times, are so convenient for voyeurism. The dark color of her breasts would arouse me deeply, while she would go about her job unhindered by my voyeurism. My dickey would swell without hesitation and straighten against my shorts. I could neither get up nor cover it without inviting Sheshu’s dolefully curious eye. Perhaps, she would notice my erections when she cleaned under my study table?

My doubts were cleared soon enough! After a few days, I decided to let my tool strain against my shorts perpendicularly, and lift the edges of my shorts a bit, so that she could peek at my now visible genitals. Clearly, my exhibitionism was having its desired effect, as Sheshu would clean the space below my table for a longer time. All the time, I would be pretending to study. Alone at night, I would Jack off to the memories of her brown bubbies. God! They were so very Indian in color and cute. I wondered what color the nipples were?

My voyeurism and exhibitionism went on for sometime, and my libido was straining against my moral conscience. There came a time when I decided I had to touch her body, feel its electricity, breath in her womanly scent. Necessity is the mother of invention. Yes! I had to plan carefully and become one with her. And Boy, plan I did!!! 

DAY-1 : This was how it all began, though not totally to plan, I must say! As was the case, I used to take an afternoon siesta on my bed after lunch. One day, acting is if I was suffering from a mild fever and headache, I asked Sheshu to massage my head slightly with a balm, while lying on the bed. The girl started her routine reluctantly by sitting at the head of the bed, exactly behind my head. When the massaging got a bit rough it prompted me to show her how to press and massage the head gently. During the course of teaching her, I made it a point to touch her tender under developed breasts. The curious sensation of something so tender aroused my feelings and I let my hand drop close to her chest. 

The process of Sheshu leaning a bit every time, to press my head also led to my hand touching her breasts continuously. Pretending to sleep, I slowly let my hand touch her tender breasts gently, at times with a curled finger, and often with erect fingers. She did not seem to mind my touching her initially, but when I started to squeeze her breasts, she stopped and left the room quietly to go to the bathroom and later to the kitchen. I sweated it out, thinking she might inform my parents in the evening. She had other ideas, I supposed, later on. My erotic sojourn had truly begun!

DAY-2 : Th next day, same time, I called her to massages my head again. This time, she willing came and continued the process. With the thrill of the first day's touch egging me on, I became emboldened and took to squeezing her "brownies". The thrill was extraordinary, and I could feel my dick slowly starting to rise. This continued for about an hour, and I could hear Sheshu breathing faster, while her breasts were sweating through her gown and swelling in size to my touch. This continued for a while. I then started to press her stomach and hips, while gently tapering onto the buttocks, and its cleavage. This was heaven and she was an angel leading me to the inner chambers. For hours on, I experimented on different parts of her body (except her wet grotto), squeezing them, fingering them, while dreamily enjoying the sensations. All the time, I kept my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep. Time had flown.

That night I decided that this was a new phase to my life, and that there was no harm in experimenting further. Hormones had its way now! 

DAY-3: This was the day I was going to test further! I wore boxer shorts, unzipped them and lay on the bed covering myself with a thin rug. When Sheshu came to start her routine, I started mine. This time, too, keeping my eyes closed I started to caress her tits, one at a time. After a while, I slowly took one of the buttons on her dress and started to ease it from its eye. When I had the third button open, it gave me enough access to her naked, sweaty and inviting tits. With closed eyes, I touched her right breast for the first time. Oh Lord! The smooth skin and tenderness enveloped my senses. The small nipples were stiff, and she was straining to push her bubbies into my hand, inviting me to squeeze them. I did, man. I did! 

Sheshu's response to my squeezes was unbelievably exciting...she was breathing faster and faster, moaning once in a while. I wondered if I was hurting her. Also, I could feel my pecker make its way out of the unzipped boxer shorts, though still covered by the rug. The primal instinct was on automatic mode. I now wanted Sheshu to see what a pecker looked like. In my pretended sleep, I slowly kicked of the rug and, lo! There it was, like a totem head, glaring at everyone, waiting for attention, its color matching that of Sheshu’s breasts. The act had its desired result. All of a sudden Sheshu held her breath. She had finally seen an erect Penis, with a nice cropped pubic hair. She slowly bent over me, thinking I was sleeping, to get a closer look at that "THING", while her titties crushed against my head. The excitement was making my shaft twitch uncontrollably. I could not touch it, lest the spell of innocent primal awakening be broken. She resumed the massage of my head, albeit slowly. I could smell the sweat of her breasts, oh and what a smell it was. I could imagine her watching the baby-maker all the time, wondering 'How, Why & What' it was. She had to get closer, I had to let her get closer, make her touch it, and feel her touch.

Yes! I knew what I had to do! I slowly pulled the rug back onto my body, giving her the impression that i was feeling cold, and waited a couple of unbearable minutes. And then, looking awakened by some mysterious sound, I asked her if there was something wrong. She gulped and replied in the negative. I then casually asked her to massage my legs, telling her that they were hurting. She dragged herself slowly and stood on her knees near my hip. Her head only a few inches away from my rug covered Penis. Starting of with my calves, she did not try to venture beyond my upper knees. 5 Minutes later, I was loosing my excitement. I spoke with closed eyes, and told her to press higher up the thigh. That was all she needed to hear. Sheshu started to press all the way up. Occasionally touching the "THING". When she started to press the inner part of my things, she would "accidentally" touch my balls. I was on cloud nine. I peeked with slightly open eyes, and saw that she was staring at my rug covered rigid cock. I made my cock to twitch a few times, and she was all attention to its action. This was it! It was now or never! 

In one swift move, I covered the rug on her too. We were both in a 'tent'. She did not object. Now, she could see my cock in all its bloom, and be one with it. My hope of her spending quality time with my dick was going to be a reality. All sense of shame and conscience was now a remote cloud.

I peeked slightly, and saw that she was staring at my tool…...tilting her head once in a while to gauge its length and its surroundings. Sheshu, with her right hand, resumed the massage of the upper part of my thighs slowly. With her left hand, she caressed my lower abdomen, passing her hand smoothly over my pubic hair and occasionally, "accidentally", touching my erect penis. Her expertise with mopping the floor was to my benefit. With a great effort i stopped from trembling to her touching my manhood. She became emboldened, and went further and started to press my tool, holding its base one moment and then pulling back the foreskin to see the red tumescence. The smell of my precum was permeating our ‘tent’. Ohhh God!!.I silently moaned. The erotic picture before me was engulfing my senses. All the while, both of us pretended. Oh Lord!! The unbelievable joy of having a women feel my penis was unbelievable. It was now my turn. I slowly crept my finger to her stomach and pushed my finger slowly down ....all the way to her small mound. Shehsu recoiled. I then used my index finger to touch her pubes gently and came in line with her tender lips clinging to her dress. Oaaaahhhhh! And when she gently rubbed my cock, that was it! I could not stop the heaven from spilling over. I came and came. God! The heavenly bliss! The whole room was swimming. 

All of a sudden she stopped and left immediately to the familiar recesses of the bathroom, leaving me to my blissful stupor. Then she came back and resumed her stuff. Her cold and wet touch told me that she might have touched my cum and had gone to wash it off! I pretended not to wake until she was gone, and then locked myself in the room to clean the cum of my body. I lay there, basking in the after glow of the bliss, drifting of to a sullen sleep....!

That night was a long one. I knew I was on the verge of something intensely pleasurable, and she had no qualms about being part of the game. The virginal pleasure was addictive like nothing else, and I had to take it to its culmination. Yes...I’ve got do it!

DAY-4 : The next day, she came reluctantly to my call. Probably feeling that I was the only one enjoying whatever I was enjoying. Squatting near my hip, she started to massage my legs. After 10 minutes of feigned sleep, and her pressing my calves, I once again set my finger of on its journey...to the place of moist and pleasure. This was to be her day. When I gently touched the mound with my finger tips, she maintained her poise. Inching down the valley of curls, I finally reached the grotto. Man! It was already wet, even through her thick gown. My repeated attempts to get a proper feel failed. Then it was coup de grace: She gently lifted her gown, and dragged my finger to the edgy of her panty. Gently, I ran my finger along the panty line, and she shivered from the effect. Starting from the top, I pushed my finger slowly into her panty, and could feel the pubic hair. Ummmaaaah! I moaned! Catching her by surprise. The tenderness of the mound, its elevation and the descent were all there to be inspected by my finger. The index finger rubbed slowly against the pubic hair, making her tremble like a flower.

I trembled along with her, while holding my finger's position for a few seconds. When she calmed a bit, I let my finger reach the lips of Sheshu's love nest. I was there!! Feeling its twin folds, its nakedness, its inviting wetness, and all!! The thrill was all encompassing. I had no sense of time & thought. The probing was on...and my finger had its own mind!! I felt her inner petal like lips, and when I raised my finger a bit, I had touched her clit. A small stub! The moan she gave out sent a shiver through me and I kept rubbing that little bud, while she moaned and moaned!! What was happening to me... to us??. I could not stop there, and let my finger trail down. Sweet God! She was wet and sticky with virginal ooze. I slowly spread it around her inner thighs, coating her pubic hair, under buttocks, and then, finally, let my finger into the nest. My finger had found its parking slot. She started to grind her hip against my finger involuntarily, and I slipped my whole hand into her panty. While at the same time I peeked to see what she was feeling. 

She had her eyes closed and would occasionally look down to see the progress my hand was making on her damp cunt. I rubber her cunt for all its worth…and boy was it worth it. All the moaning came to a climax suddenly. She gave out loud moan, gasped and leaned heavily against my hand, onto the bed. Her hip continuing to grind and my entire hand rewarded with her orgasmic ooze. It was the moment of truth. I took her placid left hand and put on my dick, and she willingly held it. Simultaneously, she placed her head near my balls, clutching my manhood, trembling, and drained from her first orgasm. I could feel her hot breath on my balls. Could this get any more erotic, I wondered?? Ten minutes later she lifted herself to her feet, her bubbies hanging out of her dress, and walked of with her legs very close together...like a virgin safely guarding the pleasure she just received to her grotto!

That night i got up for a drink of water, and could hear her squirming on her bed, unable to sleep. We were in the same boat...!

DAY 5 : When she came to my room, and to her usual place at the head of the bed, I did not say a word. I asked her slowly if I was "talking" in my sleep. She said yes! I told her not to worry and not to bother, and just do whatever she was to do. She just smiled happily. In the next 10 minutes, she came to my bedside and tried to "awake" me by gently shaking me. I did not respond, because I knew she was trying to see if my sleep was deep enough or not. My guess was correct! Immediately, Sheshu settled to her familiar position, and directly started rubbing the upper part of my stomach. After a while, she pulled the rug over herself, so as not be visible to me, and to be alone with the object of her curiosity. 

The whole act was extremely erotic, and my manhood started to engorge with blood. She then watched my dick stiffen, as the meaning of her actions aroused me all the more. I was fully erect, and made it to twitch wantonly. I'm sure she would be fascinated by its actions...and perhaps she would assume that it was trying to make "contact"?? Sheshu slowly clutched the dick at its base and started to rub it sideways. The pleasure was intense but, not enough. I slowly let my right hand hold her hand and taught her the right way to masturbate me. She did not seem surprised by my conscious act. She was too excited herself. Within no time she found her rhythm, and started to pump my dick. I was starting to cum, and I did not want it to happen so suddenly. I immediately lifted my finger, and acted as if I was searching for her mouth, and when I finally found it, I put it in her mouth and gently did a "to and fro" motion. All the while, I made sounds of pleasure. 'Hunnhhhhhaaa'!!! She did not understand initially, but when I removed my finger and guided the back of her head slowly onto my cock, she hesitated. I then started to squeeze her bubbies gently, coaxing her to do her 'job'. Before long, she took the welcome initiative. 

Sheshu slowly let her wet lips fall on the base of my cock and moisten it. "Ooaaaaahhhhh". I moaned. And then Sheshu dragged her lower lip onto the top of my dick head from the base! Man o man!! She knew her job. I slowly turned sideways, to allow her more access to my penis, and once again guided my tool into her mouth with a swift move of my hip. Sheshu would not open immediately, and I was just poking my dick against her teeth-blocked lips. Then, she finally gave access. I was there...in her wet mouth. Her gentle nibbling was driving me crazy. When She stopped, I started to slowly rock my hip against her mouth. Her teeth scraping against my twitching, wet, and sensitive dick head. I was lost in the abyss of pleasure and she was warming to the 'job' at hand. Sheshu, while using her left hand to push my hip against her mouth, used her right hand to slide in between my thighs and rub them, occasionally raking her nails against my nuts in a circular motion. I did my part to encourage her by tweaking her nipples, and rubbing my hand against her mound, alternately. She gagged and moaned on my barely visible pole, breathing hoarsely, but she did not let up. Oh Sweet sensations! And then, I came!.

I came with a tremor, which shook my entire body, spurting my seed into her half-gagged mouth, my hip bucking like a bronco. When I finally opened my eyes a little to see her, I could see the rug thrown off my body, my limp pecker drooping sideways from contentment, while she was just wiping away whatever cum remained with the back of her hand. I presumed she swallowed most of it. When she got up to go away to the bathroom. I "woke up" a little later and went to the kitchen to make some tea for my self and Sheshu. She drank without a word, and when she finally asked me "What is that thing that came out". I asked her : "what thing"?? What are you talking about?" Sheshu said nothing. 

Before she could ask me anymore questions, I asked her if was doing something to her while sleeping. She said yes! When I asked what?? She did not say anything, but only flashed a ‘I-know-what’ smile. That evening I bought her a "Black forest' pastry. Evidently, to bribe her. She did not need to be corrupted, she just smiled and happily took the offering from me.

DAY-6 : The next day. I decided that she was waiting for more. Her smiles gave her away. When she came to sit near my feet. I gently smiled at her and told her not to worry if I did something in my sleep, and that it was harmless. She just started to rub my calves. After a while, she gently slid onto my bed directly lying next to me. Lord! She was becoming really bold. I gently put my hand near her mound, and she carefully pulled her gown up so as not to "awaken" me. I was delighted to feel the absence of her panty. When I started to rub her Vulva, she slowly clutched my cock in her hand, and started to move it up and down. The pleasure, Ohhhhh, it was too much. She was moaning herself, from the assault of my finger. Before long I came, with part of my cum splattered against my heaving stomach, while slithering onto her gown from my stomach. I did not move an inch. She just lay there letting me rub her. In a few minutes she just crossed her legs tightly around my still rubbing hand, evidently in orgasmic frenzy, letting out a small gurgle of suppressed pleasure. After sometime, with my appetite revived and her's unabated. I started to rub her again. 

This time, she turned 69 and started to rub my cock, seeing it grow as if on an IMAX screen, I presumed. I was enthralled by the erotic scene. I slowly moved my head towards her hip, closing in on her mound. When she saw me inching my way towards her she lifted her leg a bit and that was enough for me to break the ice. I just took her small thighs into my hands and plunged into her wet little slit licking it as if it was my last ice cream. She arched her head upon contact, and moaned like a small child. I licked her clit, and twisted my tongue all around her sticky grotto. Oh God! She let her head drop onto my erect cock...holding onto to it with dear life. I stopped. If only for a brief moment to capture my breath, while she resumed sucking my dear cock.





Maid to Order!



I could not stop now, the pleasure she was giving me was unbearable. I resumed my tonguing of her leaky grotto.... like a cat lapping milk!! In the 10 Minutes of frenzied sucking, she came first, with a rasping moan and her vaginal fluids coming in torrent, slithering down my chin and on to my throat. It tasted salty. That was enough for me to make me cum like never before. Oh God! What is this feeling? I was being swept over by a tsunami of pleasure, one, which had drowned every other sense. The orgasm tore through me, while I sang the incoherent tunes of moans of intense pleasure Bucking my hip against her mouth, I held her head down firmly on my cock, making sure her she got a mouthful. She gagged, but swallowed whatever she could, before coughing out the rest all over my thighs. All the time moaning "Aaaayaaaaah''. We just clung to each other like a couple of wet children. Her cunt flopped on my chest, leaking with her juices, while cradling my limp organ like a doll. Moaning and wiping the fluids of our body. God! Pleasure would never be the same again.

We never went to the extent of having sexual intercourse but, that was the most intense 6 days of pleasure in my life! When she left, a part of my libido died with her. I'm sure where ever she is, she will cherish those 6 days, as I did! 

Great ‘Jobs’ are always a source of great happiness!

G777



Maid to Order



My thanks to Silentbystander and to dannythebaltimoron who both added so much to this piece. Thank you M'lady and M'lord. 

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It had been a bit unexpected, the call I had received. Very few people knew my secret. My desire which had been both a source of pleasure and an albatross which drug me down into despair. Over time I'd found a bit of even ground, but not what I truly desired. . A fact not lost on one of my friends. The same friend who had given the person who was on the phone right now my name and number.

"Hello?" 

"Is this Gabrielle?" 

I felt my heart begin to beat faster, once again knowing the few people who knew that name was not the person on the other end of the phone. Speaking didn't seem to be an option and as I was trying to regain my tongue the woman on the other end didn't even skip a bit, simply continued.

"I have a get together planned for this Friday night and I need a maid to serve. You've come highly recommended by a mutual friend. I am a dominant woman, one who specializes in dealing with "gurls" such as yourself. Get a pen and paper Gabrielle, now."

I put the phone down, my mind running wild as I woodenly found the desired items. It never dawned on me to simply hang up or tell the individual on the other end that I wouldn't be able to do what she asked. Instead I returned, picking up the receiver and softly saying.

"I, I have them Ma'am."

"The address is1015 Crystal Creek Circle. The guests will begin to arrive at eight and I'll require you to be here no later than five that afternoon to prepare. I will expect you then." 

The voice on the phone was one which without saying made it clear that questions weren't a possibility. Seconds later all I heard was a dial tone, the call having been disconnected.

The next few days were for me, filled with a myriad of emotions. The call seemed to offer me a fantasy come alive, but with my own self doubt, I centered my feelings on the possible pitfalls, not the potential enjoyment the evening might bring. Friday arrived and depending upon the hour of the day my mind was made up, only to change by the next glance at the clock. Finally, I had no more time to waffle. Taking a deep breath I picked up my bag and began my voyage. 

I rang the doorbell, standing there with my head down, leaving no doubt to anyone who might have viewed me what I saw as my status in life. I heard the sound of heels approach, the door open and the same voice I had heard on the phone only a few short days ago bid me to, 

"Enter Gabrielle."

Moving inside the door, I stood there with my bag in hand as the door was shut and the woman simply strode down the hallway leaving me to follow behind like an obedient pet. She moved into a room with a large fireplace, a log blazing away as she sat down. I noticed it was the only chair available, leaving me standing like a petulant schoolboy as she picked up a glass of wine, taking a sip before saying, "Gabrielle, look at me."

I had always struggled with eye contact, even in day to day life and at that moment as I allowed my gaze to rise I had to fight to obey. The woman who sat there wasn't dressed in the traditional dominatrix's garb, no leather, no lace just a simple cream colored sweater and jeans. She exuded a powerful presence and it was her eyes that drew me like a moth to a flame. Those eyes were amber, like liquid gold and I couldn't help it, I immediately felt a powerful need to please this woman, no matter the task set before me.

She was a woman of color, a ebony princess whose body promised untold pleasures. Voluptuous breasts, an easy smile and a calmness about her which was more warming than the fire which continued to blaze. Many dominants used their voice as a weapon, but the woman sitting before me weaved a spell. One that I found myself falling under as I listened carefully.

"My name is Mistress Shawna and for this night, I am your owner. You will address me as Mistress and you will obey my commands without hesitation and without question. If you do so, I will insure that your evening is a special one and that you are granted the opportunity to let your talents be shown to a variety of Masters and Mistresses. And who knows, one of them might find you to be precisely the type of submissive they have always desired. Only time will tell."

I listened, standing there knowing there really was no answer to be made. Her words simply spoken, and she took another sip of wine, then stood and walked up to me. It was her eyes, which looked over me, appraising me as she said softly.

"You have your own uniform and other items correct?" 

"Yes Ma'am", as she slightly cocked her head, her eyes not unkind.

Her voice spoke calmly, "What did I tell you Gabrielle, how did I tell you to address me?"

She reached up, taking me by the hair, not in a harsh manner, almost a caress. I trembled, opening my mouth to speak but she slowly shook her head. She forced my eyes to remain on hers in which I saw my reflection, listening as she spoke. 

"My name is Mistress Shawna, that is your one and only transgression you will be allowed tonight that will not be met with a punishment. I would suggest you remember that, I can be kind or I can be cruel. It all depends upon you."

With that she stroked my hair, then the side of my face and I felt my eyes close, leaning into her touch. She looked at me closely, watching as my body trembled, embracing her touch as she put down the glass of wine. Without a word being spoken, pulled me gently into her arms. I stood a bit like a statue, my bag still in hand as she enveloped me. Her voice softly in my ear saying, 

"You have such pain little one. To desire what you do for so long and to not be allowed to experience it has left you empty, unfulfilled."

I couldn't help it, it was like she was looking directly into my soul, and I felt the sob rise to my throat. The tears burned hot as they filled my eyes and I tried gently to step back. But that was not to be an option. Her arms would not let go, and they supported me as I heard.

\"It's alright to surrender to your emotions Gabrielle. They are a part of you, they remind you of what lives inside of you. Allow her to come out, embrace her, enjoy her."

The words rang true and as she finally allowed her arms to release me, she walked over pouring a new glass of wine, taking a drink and granting me a moment to compose myself. Finally, she turned saying, 

"Follow me Gabrielle, we need to get you ready and then I'll show you your duties for this evening."

I followed again, this time further down the hallway, a large bedroom, a sitting table, a bath off of it as she stopped. 

"You will shower, there are any items you could possibly need on either the table or in the bathroom. I will return in one hour and I'll expect you to be dressed properly. I will do your hair and your makeup, I want you to have a certain look tonight", and with that she took my leave. I took a deep breath and opened my bag.

She was as good as her word, the appropriate amount of time having passed when I heard the door open. I quickly allowed my eyes to fall. Once again it was the sound of her heels over the hardwood floors which announced her drawing near as I stood. My body quivering dressed before this stranger, something I had never dared do before. As she came to a stop, only inches away from me I saw her hand, her painted fingernails reaching under my chin, Lifting it, bringing my eyes up until they were level with hers.

In the past, in my mind when this moment would happen I would see ridicule or laughter in another's eyes. I was afraid, almost terrified that would be the result. Instead, as I looked into the woman known as Shawna's eye, all I saw was warmth and a soft smile. 

"You're not as pretty as your friend said you were dear gurl, you're even more lovely." I couldn't help it; I turned a crimson red and I was rewarded with her gentle laughter, a laugh not at me but with me. 

"So sweet to see such a young lady who would blush at such a compliment my dear. Now, sit down at the table for me."

For the next hour it was as if we were simply two friends, two women who enjoyed the others company. She used various tools to do my hair, to do my makeup until she finally reached her hand to mine. Pulling me gently to my feet, taking me over to a full length mirror, as she stood beside me, watching as I gazed at the reflection before me. I felt her hand on my shoulder, almost a gentle squeeze. 

"Don't cry dear, it would be a shame to ruin the wonderful job I did on you, don't you think?"

I nodded, catching the sob which threatened to escape, the reflection which I looked upon. My longer auburn hair cascading around my face, the makeup a bit smutty, as if she knew the look I truly desired. A maid dressed in her black and white finery, her skirt short, barely covering the top of the black lace thigh highs, the four inch pumps adorning her feet.

I think the woman who stood beside me knew my emotions were about to overwhelm me when she simply turned saying, 

"You will follow me into the kitchen, you have things to prepare and other duties you will need to attend to." 

I took one final glance in the mirror, turning then to move as quickly as I could only to come to an abrupt halt as she stopped, turning. 

"You do not clomp in heels my dear, you move forward with small, petite steps, you're a woman, not a racehorse."

My face once again flushed a crimson and I lowered my eyes as she once again stepped forth. I did my best to emulate her gait, the sounds of our heels clicking as we entered the kitchen. I stood there, listening, paying attention as she showed me where the various appetizers and wines were located. She showed me the glasses and trays until finally she announced that I should get things ready, that she had to prepare as the guests would be beginning to arrive within an hour.

It was at that moment that a bit of panic set in, the realization others would see me dressed as I was. Fortunately it was not lost on the lady on the house. She crossed the room quickly, her hand reaching up, taking hold of my hair, pulling a bit sharply, my eyes opening wide. A soft whimper escaping my lips as I found myself looking directly into her eyes as her voice remained calm yet confident saying, 

"I would hope you would trust me that I would not put you in a position to fail, Gabrielle. Have a bit more faith in me and in yourself, gurl."

Once again, words weren't possible and all I could do was nod, the hand in my hair still holding tight, the eyes boring into mine until I lowered my gaze, my voice barely a whisper, 

"Yes Mistress Shawna, thank you." I was rewarded with a bit of a smile, the hand moving from my hair to my face, gently stroking as I closed my eyes. The touch calming as I heard, 

"You look beautiful Gabrielle, my guests and I will enjoy you, this I know. Now, begin your preparations."

I obeyed, moving around the kitchen and going about the tasks set forth until, to my surprise, I heard the sound of the doorbell. For a second, I panicked again, until I heard the familiar sound of her voice say,

"Welcome our first arrivals Gabrielle. Take their coats and see to their drink order. I will join them in the living room."

Taking a deep breath, I walked to the door, opening it to see a stunning woman standing there, her green eyes taking in the sight before her. As always I felt the blush rise to my face as she laughed, a musical sound as I said softly, 

"Please, won't you come in Miss?" She took a step inside the door, her voice warm in tone saying, 

"Not Miss, Mistress Scarlet and you must be Gabrielle, correct?"

"Yes Ma'am,. I mean yes Mistress Scarlet", as once again the blush rose quickly as she laughed anew, handing me her coat. She moved in close saying, 

"A white wine gurl, I'll be with Mistress Shawna in the living room." 

I nodded turning to hang the coat up only to come to an abrupt halt as I heard her voice say coldly, 

"When a dominant talks to you Gabrielle, you will respond, a nod is not acceptable. I should either hear 'Yes Mistress Scarlet' or 'No Mistress Scarlet' and no should be a word that is used very infrequently. Do I make myself clear?"

My voice and my fingers trembled as I bowed my head and replied softly, 

"Yes Mistress Scarlet."

The red haired beauty this time giving me a nod as she turned and stepped forward to meet her hostess. I managed to get the coat on the hanger before moving into the kitchen, taking the bottle of white wine which I had opened to breath. I poured it into a wineglass before moving back toward the room where the fire now was glowing embers, the reflection against the two stunning women who stood before it.

I walked up, keeping my eyes lowered as I said, "Your white wine Mistress Scarlet", holding it forth. To my horror seeing how the liquid almost sloshed over the top, my hand trembling horribly but she paid little heed as she took the delicate crystal from my hand. 

"Thank you Gabrielle" as I smiled shyly and then replied, 

"Mistress Shawna, may I get you a glass as well?"

It really took all I had not to stare at her, my owner at least for this night a vision. Her dress capturing every curve, every promise her body held, and I felt my heart soar as she smiled at me. 

"Of course Gabrielle, that would be lovely." Mistress Scarlet's eyes twinkled as I quickly replied, 

"Yes Mistress Shawna, thank you." 

As I turned, hearing the long red haired beauty say, "A quick learner, that will bode you well gurl." 

I blushed as I heard both of them laugh, the sound pleasing.

By the time I returned with another glass for the hostess her other guests began to arrive. I was busy opening the door, taking coats, preparing drinks. Finally I began to take the appetizers out into the room, moving around to those in attendance, serving quietly as they spoke among themselves. It was not a large gathering, only a total of eight others in attendance. Three couples along with the two dominant women. I had ascertained by hearing tidbits of conversation that two of the men were Masters, the other couple the woman a Domme, her husband her slave.

As I had attended to my duties, both of the women had watched carefully, talking amongst themselves. If I had been privy to their words I would have blushed anew. They saw my attempts to serve, how hard I was trying and both nodded their approval. Little did I know though that they had also pulled a few of the others aside, speaking in whispers. Setting forth a plan to allow me to further embrace my position, my desires. Shawna had heard quite a bit about me from her friend and she was determined to give me an opportunity to shine.

There was a request for a fresh glass of wine and as I returned and stood before the gentleman who requested it, he reached out with one hand for the stem. With his other hand he allowed it to move underneath my short skirt, finding my bum. I gasped, jerking and to my horror the glass spilled, the liquid flying forth, landing directly on his shirt. His face which had shown a smile only seconds before quickly turned stormy as Shawna moved in. Her voice slightly tinged with disapproval saying, 

"Gabrielle, how clumsy of you, what do you say to Master James?"

I stood there, wishing the ground would open up and swallow me, my voice almost inaudible. I stammered forth my apology only to hear his mutterings, wondering how difficult it was to find adequate help, as my shame grew deeper and deeper. I heard Mistress ask the gentleman to please follow me into the kitchen, club soda would get the stain out and that I would take care of it.

I moved slowly into the kitchen, missing the smiles playing on both of the Mistress' faces and the one on the man who confidently strode behind me. It had gone precisely as they had hoped, my reaction just as they had planned. When the door closed behind us a soft gasp escaped my lips as his hand found my arm. Turning me around, his voice confidently saying, 

"The shirt is of little matter but I require something different in payment for your actions. On your knees gurl, now."

For a brief moment, only a passing second or two I just stood there. Then the look on his face turned dark and I quickly obeyed, falling to my knees, my head bowed. I heard the familiar sound of the zipper being pulled down as my body began to shake. His hand finding my hair, the pull sharp, my mouth opening wide to cry out in pain only to have it quickly filled. In reality, it was a fantasy come true. I was dressed as a maid, on my knees before a dominant but at that moment, I was lost, completely lost in my submission. Unaware that the door to the kitchen had been slightly opened, my back to it, two pairs of eyes watched what was unfolding.

I whimpered softly as my mouth was full, his cock quickly growing larger and harder as his hand continued to hold me in position, moving me to bring him maximum pleasure. I worked hard to not anger him anymore than I had already by my actions. His eyes fell on the door, seeing we had not one but two voyeurs. He smiled wickedly, once again forcing my face in tight against his groin. My whimpers growing louder and I was gagging as he took advantage of me.

For the next few minutes the only sounds that of the man's deep breathing and that of his cock filling my mouth. Whimpers, moans, and slurps mixing into a prelude of sound leading to him beginning to move faster and faster. Suddenly, without warning he pulled free. An audible plop sounding, a long trail of my spit trailing from my lips to his cock which he quickly grasped. He pulled my head up and with that a long string of hot, sticky cum exploded forth, hitting me directly in the face. 

The hand in my hair was unrelenting, forcing me to close my eyes as cum continued to hit my face until finally he allowed his grip to relinquish its hold. I remained on my knees, my head now bowed down as he took his cock in hand, wiping it clean in my hair. He laughed saying, 

"You should be clumsy more often gurl, you have a lovely mouth." 

My face flushed anew as he straightened his clothing and took his leave. I missed the smile he exchanged with Mistress Shawna as she stepped into the kitchen, walking over to where I knelt.

"Gabrielle, there are several guests who require your attention gurl, get up." I did so as she walked over, picking up a dish cloth, handing it to me as she said,

"Clean your face, you look like a common whore." 

I stood there trembling, missing the smile which came to her face as she returned to her party.

I obeyed, once again finding myself in the midst of the others, having cleaned up as best I could. Based on the laughter and the words of the man named James I knew everyone had been told of what had transpired, my shame evident to all. As the night finally drew to a close, I found myself picking up glasses, straightening up only to hear a familiar voice. 

"Gabrielle, Mistress Scarlet tells me that when you greeted her at the door you did not show her the proper respect she was entitled to, is that correct?"

All I could do was stand there, my hands full of plates and glasses, seeing once again the look of disapproval on her face as my silence admitted it was true. She shook her head, as I tried not to cry. 

"Very well, she demands you be punished for your actions and you will honor her by submitting to it. Finish in the kitchen and then join us in the master bedroom."

By the time I arrived, the room was mostly dark, the only illumination that of candles flickering. I stood at the entrance only to hear Mistress Scarlet say, 

"Come over here gurl, I want you bent over, your hands on the bed." 

I moved quickly, obeying as I saw only a glimpse of not one, but the two Mistress's moving around, dressed now in visions of lace and silk. My furtive glances never quite seeing them completely until I felt a pair of hands take hold of my own lace, pulling the panties down as I cried out. The first slash of the riding crop landing directly on my bare bum.




Maid to Order



It was ten, the total of strokes, of lashes and by the time the final one had landed I was shivering violently as I heard Mistress Shawna speak. 

"Well Gabrielle, what do you say to Mistress Scarlet for your punishment?" 

I managed to stammer forth my appreciation for being corrected only to feel a hand gently pull me up onto the bed, positioning me. I heard a soft voice say, 

"I prefer you show your appreciation dear gurl."

And with that she pulled my face between her legs and I obeyed happily.

I heard her soft sighs fall from her lips as I attended to her needs, unaware of the fact that my Mistress was positioning herself behind me, her eyes like liquid pools as she gazed down upon her prize. It was only moments later that I felt the end of the strap-on which she wore press up against my rosebud. Scarlet's hands in my hair held me captive and the ebony beauty took what was hers. From there, the two women used me as their toy, the nub on the end of the strap-on pressed directly against Mistress Shawna's clit, causing her to shiver as I worked to give the same pleasure to her friend, with my mouth and tongue. 

Finally, I felt the red haired beauty let forth a guttural moan, her body shaking as she drenched my face. Within seconds, with one final thrust, Lady Shawna pulled in close, her own cries of pleasure filling the room as both dominant women found their release and I took pleasure in their pleasure.

I continued to remain on the bed, on all fours as the two women finally came down from their desire. My eyes remained lowered as I felt them move, once again daring to sneak a peek to see each of the beautiful Dommes as they talked softly to each other. 

Finally I heard the woman named Shawna say softly, 

"On your stomach Gabrielle." 

I obeyed and seconds later felt soft cuffs being put on my wrists, my ankles, then both pulled up until I was basically hog tied. A red rubber ball pushed against my lips as I opened my mouth willingly as the strap was cinched behind my head.

A soft kiss on my cheek, a soft voice in my ear saying, 

"You made me very proud tonight Gabrielle. Now rest well and I will see you in the morning. We will discuss your further training." 

I felt my heart soar to hear such words, tears forming in my eyes as I whimpered in my submission. A warm blanket being pulled over my form as the door was quietly shut and I found happiness.

THE END

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