Maid Puns
by bootlicker (Utopia)
Author's Note: First story I've ever written ever. I think I take criticism well so be my guest.
Chapter 1
I'd always been interested in bondage and submission, but I was always too scared to try it out. I thought about looking for a domme online once, but I always get this idea that everybody on those sites is either not into it as much as I am, only wanting S&M; themed sex, or way more into it than I could handle. I wanted a domme with a mean and unrelenting personality that even genuinely thought they were more important as a person than I was, but I didn't want one that would be doing things like shoving pins through my nipples or shitting in my mouth or anything like that.
To my surprise, when I actually gave it a go and made an account on a bdsm dating website, a lot of people were looking for things similar to myself. For some reason, I had always had a fetish for maids. That is, I really wanted to experience the feeling of being a maid in bondage. Wear the degrading uniform, having to address the man ordering me around as "Master", "Yes, master", "Thank you, master". I wondered if modern maids still had to do this.
I really wanted to be controlled and have no control as a slave. I wanted to be a 24/7 slave. I'd told my friends and family that I was going to travel around Europe for a while, really try to get away from life's problems and all that crap, when in actual fact, I planned to go to Europe to find a master I could live with. Of course, when I got back from my "trip", my family and friends would want pictures of my great adventure, but I could just say the memory card broke or something. I decided I would think about that later.
For now I just wanted to find a good domme. I had made my profile to look more like an advertisement than that like a profile, really.
"Free live-in maid service. I will cook, clean, and serve in any other way you want. If you should decide that I need to be punished, or if you're just bored, you can slap me, whip me, whatever. Although, like most people I do have my limits. I don't do scatology, anything that pierces or cuts my skin, animals, kids, drugs, or anything else that is illegal. The one thing I ask of you is to provide the uniform, as I might accidently buy one that displeases you."
I thought to myself that this description of what I was offering might be a little vague, but I guess if anyone wanted to discuss it more, they could just message me, which they did.
I got quite a lot of messages from men who were obviously trying to get cyber sex. They couldn't speak English all that well, and were quite irritating.
Vaginadj - "I wud make u suck my dick and cum allllll over u babe"
Muscleman64 - "I would make you cum soooooo hard"
I wondered if they actually thought people got turned on by this shit.
It was actually really annoying, because I had to politely ask them to fuck off, which made feel sort of like a hypocrite, since I was advertising myself as a slut.
One message stood out for me. It was from a woman who had nicknamed herself "MistressMandy"
MistressMandy - "I'm very interested in your advertisement and would love to discuss some terms and some of my rules with you. We live in the same city, so I could come and meet you. Get back to me when you can, girl."
With reading that, I turned off my computer and went to bed. I totally dismissed the idea of being dominated by a woman at first, since I'm not a lesbian. I suppose I was a little bicurious, but not that much. As I lay in bed though, I began to really think about it. I pride myself on being a truly submissive slut(well, sort of), so I really should allow myself to be used by anyone, regardless of their sex. Even if I wasn't a lesbian, it shouldn't matter, because MistressMandy was. What I want shouldn't even matter. I also remembered that I was supposed to be going to Europe to find this domme, but I guess it didn't really matter either way.
The following night I logged on and checked out her profile. Turns out she's a good ten years older than I am, being 34. She had a look of class about her, and it wasn't even just in the way that she dressed. I'd also learned that she actually owned her house, so I thought she was quite well off. Not that I knew what her house even looked like. Her pictures just gave the impression of someone with prestige, even if this was a bdsm dating site.
I decided that I may as well go for it. I guess if I was to be dominated by any woman in the world, it would be this one. And how bad could it be? I was willing to do most things. I messaged her back.
Sarahtw - "Of course, ma'am."
I told her where I live and that anytime after 5pm was really suitable for me, since that's when my shift at work ended and I pretty much had nothing to do all day anyways. You might be thinking that I might see one of my friends during work, but I work near the airport, and none of my friends ever really go that way. Even if they were going to the airport, it is very unlikely that they'd even take the route that passes the caf I work at. She messaged me back surprisingly fast.
MistressMandy - "Good girl. I'll stop by tomorrow night at about 8 o'clock. Leave the key to your place under your door mat. Be ready kneeling in front of the door waiting for me, naked obviously with a good amount of make-up on(and a bald pussy). I might be a little late, I don't really know."
Sarahtw - "Yes, ma'am. I look forward to it."
I loved the condescending way she complimented me. "Good girl". I was getting pretty wet just reading it. The way she had already given me an order really conveyed her truly dominant personality as well.
I started to get really nervous. It reminded me of my days back at school when I had to give a speech in front of the whole class. It seemed so easy, but I was still shaking.
I noted how she said she might be late. I wondered how late she meant. It was sort of predictable though, that she would be late. I guess she had to show that she didn't really care about my comfort, as I would be the one kneeling on the floor naked, not her.
I also tried to pretend to myself that this was sort of just a scouting, getting to know each other thing. In my gut I knew that by tomorrow night, I'd probably be calling this women "Mistress".
Tomorrow night rolled around and I was just so excited and nervous. It was now 7:30. I was making sure the place was clean(I'd already shaven my pussy). I should probably describe my place. It's a pretty big apartment, nothing huge. It has a set of stairs that lead up to a bedroom and bathroom, which is where I usually sleep(the bedroom, not the bathroom). Near the stairs are the kitchen, living room and dining room. Under the stairs was a little closet sort of place. It was about a metre and a half wide and 2 and a half metres long. I used it sometimes as a cell in my self-bondage games.
Applying my make up(glossy pink, slutty looking lip stick, pink blush, eye liner and eye shadow)and making sure the place was absolutely spotless, I looked at the clock. 7:55. I started to undress, taking off my crop top, denim short shorts, and my bra and panties. I folded them and put them on the dining table. I then proceeded to kneel at the door with my hands behind my back, head bowed. I felt really cold, even though it was quite a warm night. Must be because I'm just nervous, I thought to myself.
I was day dreaming when I heard the door lock twisting. It quickly brought me back to reality. She was only 15 minutes late. I repositioned myself, as I was sort of slouching now. Hands behind my back crossed over one another, head bowed, looking at the floor.
"Good, you're an obedient little slut", I heard from who must have been Mistress Mandy as she patted me on the head and walked past me, looking at my apartment, I imagine. At that point, I was quite conflicted. I didn't know whether to thank her or not. I decided not to say anything.
"A lady pays you a compliment, and you don't even thank her, slut? Looks like I might have to teach your proper manners. That is if we agree with each other on the terms, I mean." I knew I would agree on the terms.
"Sorry ma'am", I said. I thought to myself that I sounded truly sincere.
I was still kneeling when she walked right in front of me. With my head bowed looking at the floor, I could see her leather high heeled boots. The heels must have only been about 3 inches, but from what I could see, they looked great. As far as I could tell, she was also wearing a pair of tight, dark blue jeans that hugged her legs. I hadn't a clue what she was wearing on her torso. I also saw that she'd brought some things with her. A couple of bags.
"I have your uniform. You may as well try it on. Get into the feel of things and all. I'll help you into it. I wouldn't want you to put it on incorrectly, as I wouldn't want you to be too comfortable", she said, grabbing one of the bags.
"Here, stand up."
I got wet with anticipation of what I would probably be wearing as I served her. I'd never actually worn a French Maid uniform, or any other type of maid uniform for that matter. I was so excited.
I stood up, and just couldn't help to look up at her. I saw she was wearing a black leather jacket with a tank top underneath. She was also wearing a black scarf. Her clothes suited her very well. As soon as I saw her face, I looked back down to the floor. The glimpse I caught was of an attractive woman, nothing absolutely stunning, but definitely good looking for her age. That might just be because the only other people her age that lived around me were overweight mothers.
"Before I give you your uniform, I'm going to have to give you the underwear you'll be wearing", she explained to me. I thought she would make it policy for me not to wear underwear, but as long as I would get to wear whatever maid uniform she would make me wear, I didn't care. She flashed I front of me what I think was a latex g-string.
"Put your legs into the appropriate holes, girl", she ordered.
My theory was confirmed once I felt the g-string on my legs. The g-string was a black latex g-string that looked to have the little components on it where a belt would fit it. I wondered if she would actually make me wear a belt with it, but before I knew it, she was fitting a small black leather belt around my waist.
"This is so you can't take the undies off, should I want something to be kept inside you, or if I've decided that you're not allowed to pee."
I'd never thought of the idea of having to earn permission to pee, but the thought made me really horny when I thought about it. I could picture myself having to keep calm and serve her, begging to pee, and her not really caring.
"Alright, now you can try on your uniform", she said with a smile.
She pulled the French Maids' dress out of her bag, and it was a little different to what I had expected. It was quite a lot better actually.
She had pulled out a black latex French Maid's dress with white trim on some areas that were meant to look like lace, I think, but were still made of rubber. The front of it was very low cut, the sleeves were short and looked like they would cover about two fifths of my upper arm. The skirt looked extremely short compared to what I'm used to wearing. I guess this wouldn't be seen in public though, so it wouldn't matter. At least, I was hoping she wouldn't make me dress like this in public.
She pulled the dress over me and I put my arms into the appropriate holes, then she zipped up the single zipper at the back of the dress that went from the back of my neck to somewhere near the small of my back. I'd never worn so much rubber before, as I'd only ever really tried on a latex g-string before this time. It felt amazing. It was so tight, although a little uncomfortable. The neck was really low cut an exposed a lot of my cleavage, the sleeves did cover about two fifths of my arm, and the skirt was extremely short and ruffled. It just about covered my ass, but if I bent over if rode up to expose my arse and latex g-string. This was making me extremely horny.
"I love it, ma'am", I said meekly, trying to smooth out any parts of the dress that weren't already smooth.
"It's good that you like it, girl. A horny slut is an obedient slut, wouldn't you agree?" she asked with a smile on her face.
I felt sort of silly agreeing with her, as it would be quite insulting to me, but I guess that's what I would be doing a lot in the future, so I may as well get started.
"Yes ma'am. I agree."
"Of course you do, you're probably soaking down there, you're so horny."
I said nothing. She was right though. I wondered, since the g-string I was wearing was made of latex, which wasn't absorbent, would the cum just dry there? It was bound to get very messy down there. I'm sure she would want me to feel that way though. Adds to the humiliation of the situation a little.
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"Right, well in that dress, you tits don't quite look as impressive as I was hoping, girl. I'm going to have to fit you into a corset. I probably would have put you in one sooner or later anyway."
I always wondered how it felt to wear a corset. I've read that they're usually quite restricting and even make it hard to breathe. I looked forward to wearing one.
She walked up to me with a black PVC one in her hand. It had laces on the back of it, and that's all I really noticed. She pulled it around me and started tightening it. I never expected that it could go so tight. It did however push my breasts together to make an impressive looking cleavage out of my humble assets. I was a little harder to breathe, but not a considerable amount. For the impressive cleavage, it was worth it.
"We'll get your stockings on next, girl. I'm going to have to powder your legs up."
I'd heard about this, having to apply powder when putting on latex clothes.
She pulled the black latex stockings out of her bag and told me to sit down. We both walked into the living room where I sat down on the couch.
"Lift your legs up so I can put the stockings on them, girl."
I did what I was told and so she started rolling them on. Once they were on, they reached the tops of my thighs, just below where my skirt ended. You could see a little bit of my leg. The stockings felt a little weird to me. They were very tight and especially tight around the tops. I thought they looked wonderful though.
"Your shoes are next, slut."
"Yes, ma'am." I absolutely loved the way she just so easily called me "slut".
The shoes she got out of her bag were a little unexpected. To my relief, they were not a pair of ballet boots, although they still did look very uncomfortable. They looked to be 5 inch spikey high heeled black PVC calf height boots. They were definitely kinkier than any shoes I'd ever won before, and the heels were just a little higher than any shoes I'd ever worn before. They would be easy enough to walk in at first, but would have my feet aching and sore soon enough.
Again she ordered me to lift up my legs, I guess so she didn't have to kneel down to put them on me. They boots had laces on them as well as a strap that could be padlocked. She laced them up tight, tighter than was necessary and padlocked them on.
"Stand up. You may as well start breaking them in and getting your feet used to them. You'll be wearing them as long as I'm around."
She seemed so sure that she would end up being my mistress. I thought about telling her no, how I'd go about it. I could not think of any way that I could tell her I didn't want her to be my mistress. Maybe that's what she was trying to do to me.
I used the couch arms to help myself up. They were fine for now, but I could already feel my feet slowly starting to ache.
I got the idea that she was waiting for me to say something.
"Thank you, ma'am, these shoes are lovely."
"Here, your gloves come next."
I wondered why I would have to wear gloves at all. If she wanted me to wear them, I guess it wasn't my choice though.
She pulled the black latex wrist length gloves over my hands one by one and got all the air out of them. They felt tight, but not really restricting in anyway. I liked them.
"We're almost done, girl. Just your apron and maid's cap now", she told me walking back to her bag.
She walked behind me with said items in her hand. First she put the apron over my corset. It was white and made of rubber. I think it was designed to look like lace though. She tied the ends together and smoothed the front of it against me skirt, pushing quite firmly against my stomach and upper thighs where the apron covered the skirt a little.
I was getting seriously horny now in this get up. I wondered what her policy would be on orgasms. Maybe only once per week? Maybe even never? The thought of doing her bidding for absolutely nothing in return got me even hotter.
The maid's cap came next. It was almost identical to the apron, only a lot smaller. It was placed on my head, covering some of my forehead, and similarly, the ends were tied together so it would stay on. I'd always wondered what purpose these little caps actually served. It's not as if I would be getting any liquids near my face. On second thought, I probably would be getting quite a lot of liquids on my face.
"How do you like your uniform, slut? You're soaking down there, aren't you?" she teased.
"Yes ma'am."
"Good, now show me around your house, whore. Give me the full tour" she ordered with a cheeky smile.
I wondered if she'd be this kind to me when she was my mistress. She was firm, but still very kind.
"Of course, ma'am", I said.
I showed her around the kitchen, living room and dining room, which aren't really all that interesting. When I got near the stairs, I showed her the little closet room under them and told her that this was where I used to tie myself up.
"So you like to tie yourself up in this little room?" she asked taking a little look inside. There was a small very thin, cheap mattress inside and nothing else apart from a light switch and light. The mattress smelt a little dirty and looked dirtier. I'd found it one day at a park. It looked to have some pee stains on it, and if you put your nose up to it and smelt, you could definitely smell piss.
"Yes ma'am. I do."
Stepping out of the room and looking at me, "Well that's good. This is where you'd be spending most nights anyway."
To be honest, I didn't really like the idea of spending most of my nights in a small room that smelled like piss, but the having no choice part made me hornier.
"This room is great actually. If I decide that I don't want to have you around, I can just leave you to rot in here. You'd be out of sight and out of the way" she said with a huge smile.
"Show me your bedroom, slut."
It was a challenge walking up the stairs in these heels, and even when I used the rail to brace myself she told me I wasn't allowed to and that I should really get used to it. I still wondered about her certainty that I would accept her terms.
"Nice, you keep a clean room. I guess this is where I would be sleeping, right?"
"Yes ma'am". For some reason that was really humiliating to say.
We walked back downstairs. It was a little easier for me than walking upstairs.
"Well, I've decided that this place is satisfactory, although I'm going to have to go through some more things with you."
She sat at the dining table and seemed to be getting some papers out.
My feet were killing me. I went to sit down too.
She tilted the papers she was reading so that she could have a look at me.
"I don't remember saying that you were allowed to sit down, whore", she said calmly.
I sort of gasped and almost jumped out of my seat.
"I'm sorry ma'am. I'm really sorry." I sounded absolutely pathetic as I looked down at the floor.
"Just make sure it doesn't happen again, whore."
I thought for a second, wait a minute. Giving me an order like that was hardly her place. Not that I was offended or anything. I would do whatever she ordered me too. I could just never understand how she was so confident. She must have had a lot of experience.
I stood there still looking at the floor, my feet aching. It had only been maybe an hour. I wondered how I would manage walking around in these all day. Maybe she would even make me sleep in them.
She started looking at her papers again while talking to me.
"What exactly would you as a slave be offering me, whore?"
I didn't expect an interview, but I pride myself on making up answers on the spot.
"I will cook, clean, and service you in any way you wish, ma'am."
Alright, that wasn't a very good answer.
"Any way I wish? It says on your profile that you're straight. I assume that you're not so much of a dumb whore to think I'm straight as well."
"No ma'am."
"And you're prepared to perform sexual activities on me? Like, oh I don't know. Getting on your knees and licking my pussy until I orgasm?"
I knew we would end up talking about this at one point or another, although I was not looking forward to it. I'd never eaten another girl out before. The most lesbian I had ever really gotten was making out, but that really only for attention sake, and because I was blind drunk.
"Yes ma'am." She really knew how to degrade me.
"Well that's great, even if it was already expected of you. I'm going to want more from our arrangement though, slut. Do you know what financial domination is?" she asked.
I knew a little of it. Sure, I loved the idea, but this really made me think seriously. If she asked me for a lot of money, it would be sort of had to say yes, but I would have no idea how to go about turning her down still.
"Yes ma'am. I know a little of it."
"Well, it's one of my favourite types of dominations, and if this arrangement is going to work between us, you're going to be paying me for the treatment you'll be getting. Do you understand?"
"Yes ma'am. How much are you talking about, ma'am?"
"Well, slut, how much do you have in your savings account at the moment?"
"Twenty grand or thereabouts I think, ma'am."
She thought for a second, as did I. I really didn't want to give this woman all my money, but if she was asking for it all, I knew that I would say yes and act like I didn't mind.
"Here's my payment arrangement. You're going to give me five thousand dollars as for my moving in fee, and then you're going to keep your job, but all the money you earn is going to be given to me. You like to be treated like shit, right?" she asked.
I was a bit taken aback, but of course I responded, "Yes ma'am", looking at the floor, humiliated but extremely horny.
"Good, so you may as well keep paying me for this favour I'm doing for you."
Sure, I thought. Five thousand dollars wasn't that much. I'd probably just do something stupid like spend it on make-up and clothes anyway, right? And the money I earned from my job? I'd probably just spend that on something stupid as well. I wanted this so bad. God, I really must be that submissive. I guess the aroused state I was in made me a lot more compliant. She was cheating!
"Of course since all the money you earn will be going to me, I'll pay the rent for this place and all the bills and such, and even keep you fed if you're a good girl. How much is the rent for this place anyway, slut?"
"It's two hundred dollars a week, ma'am."
"And how much do you make in a week, slut?"
"I make around six, sometimes seven hundred dollars, ma'am."
I get pretty good tips.
"Good, and then another, oh I don't know, twenty dollars per week for your food. I get a nice three hundred and eighty."
The smile on her face was huge. Then again, why wouldn't it be? Having a maid that will do pretty much anything you want, that you can abuse, and that will pay you for the treatment is a dream come true. Half of me still couldn't believe I was paying her.
"I have to warn you, girl. This won't be some type of love relationship either. I've been nice so far. Most of the time, I will be a mean bitch."
"Yes, I understand, ma'am."
An hour later, I'd signed all the bank details and transferred five thousand dollars from my account to hers. I'd also changed the account the money I get paid goes to, from mine to hers.
The latex g-string was absolutely drenched in my juices. I could feel them every time I moved around. If I could have, I would have masturbated ten times already.
"Well with that done, you're now my slave, and I'm your mistress, so you'll start addressing me as so." she said proudly, still smiling.
"Yes Mistress."
God, I loved how that sounded. A truly submissive slut, I was.
"Thank God it's a Friday night as well. You don't work on weekends do you, slave?"
"No Mistress."
"Good. I might invite a friend over tomorrow. Show her my new bitch. See what we can make you do."
I said nothing. I was pretty nervous. Hopefully her friend wasn't too hardcore about this stuff.
We were both still in the dining room. I had been sitting down as I couldn't really have signed all the bank papers standing up.
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She turned her chair so that she was facing away from the table. As in, she was at ninety degrees with the table.
"Well, slave. Seeing you dressed like that for this whole time has gotten me pretty horny. Time to test that tongue of yours, whore. Crawl over here and kneel."
I got off the chair and down onto my hands and knees. I honestly didn't look forward to eating her out, but I was trying to get into the mindset of being a maid, not a person. I mean, just doing what I was told and not having opinions. At least this way I didn't have to walk in these painfully high heels, right?
I crawled over to her and knelt, my head bowed, looking at her boots.
"Turn around, slave."
I used my hands to turn on knees. I was now facing away from her. She put something around my wrists. Handcuffs, I guessed. Actually, leather wrist cuffs. They were put on quite tightly. About as tight as I had them during myself bondage games, not that these were mine as far as I could tell. Mine were softer. The chain running between them must have only been about three centimetres in length. She also put cuffs just above my elbows, but these must have had more chain between them. Probably about ten or fifteen centimetres, I thought.
"Good, now turn back around, slut."
It was a little harder turning back around without the proper use of my hands, but I managed. As soon as I was looking back at her, I saw her coming closer, leaning more towards me from her chair with a black leather collar in her hand. It looked to be about five centimetres wide with an O ring on the front. She started buckling it around my neck.
"How's that, slave?" she asked, having put it on.
"Thank you, it's perfect, Mistress", I said, sounding like the biggest suck up, even for the submissive whore that I was.
"Hmmm, it really shouldn't be. It's supposed to remind you of your status", she said matter-of-factly. She unbuckled it and tightened it another notch, which made it a lot tighter. It was a little hard to breath, especially with the added pressure of the corset, but I could easily manage.
"Alright, how's that?"
"Tight Mistress, it's very tight. Thank you, Mistress."
I was really catching on quick I thought. Maybe it's just because of all the bdsm sites I used to visit. I knew how to talk to dommes before I'd ever met one. Probably a good thing though. I most likely saved myself a lot of punishment.
"That's more like it, slave. I don't think you'll be forgetting your place in life any time soon, will you bitch?"
"No, Mistress."
"Alright, whore. That's enough fooling around."
She quickly took off her leather boots, and then her jeans.
"Dig in, whore."
I have to admit, I didn't really know how to go about it. As I mentioned, I'd never done this before. I'd only ever watched one lesbian porno flick, and it's not like I was taking notes.
I just started licking her pussy as furiously as I could pretty much, and trying to get my tongue as deep as I could. I must have been doing something right, because she was moaning. I didn't much like the taste of her, but I didn't expect that I would. It was bearable, definitely. It was also a bit awkward to position myself with my wrists and elbows in bondage. My knees were aching a little bit too, since the dining room has a hardwood floor.
After several minutes she had her hand on the back of my head forcing my face into her pussy, which had a small bush, although, not too much pubic hair.
After a several more minutes she was coming. She let go of my head and I pulled my head back so I could breathe easier. I was jealous. I wanted a screaming orgasm, too.
"Not too bad, slave." She said, panting.
"Sure this is your first time?"
"Thank you Mistress, and yes. This isn't my first time, Mistress."
"Well, tonight I might give you the chance to orgasm. Although, I won't make it easy for you, slave."
"Oh, thank you Mistress."
I wondered what she meant.
"Follow me, whore." She ordered as she walked back over to the bags she'd left by the door to my apartment.
I could stand up with my arms bound as they were, so I walked there on my knees, which had started hurting more by now.
Out of her bag, she pulled out a series of leather straps of varying sizes.
"Lay down on your front, slave."
I did as I was told, falling a little harder than I wanted on my tits, since I had no way to use my hands to break the small fall.
She began to wrap a strap around my arms, just above where the cuffs that bound my elbows were, and another just above where the cuffs that bound my wrists were. My arms were now pinned to my back. She then tied straps around my ankles, just above my latex stocking clad knees and around my thighs, pulling them all very tightly. Now I couldn't really move my legs. Or at least, I could separate them at all. Next came the ring gag. It was of a medium size, but took me by surprise and as it went in, I sort of yelped.
She replied with a small chuckle.
I was now more or less immobile. There was no way I could stand up. I could hardly move at all.
"You're lucky I'm in a good mood, slave, or else I wouldn't even be giving you the opportunity to come."
She flipped me over so I was now lying on my bound arms. She got a vibrator out and applied it to the front of the latex g-string I was wearing. The material was so thin, I could feel every vibration. It was heaven. I was already so horny, after about fifteen seconds or so, I could feel an orgasm coming along. She stopped.
"You may now come, slave" she said with an evil grin on her face.
I didn't know what to do. I couldn't use my hands to masturbate. I was too far away from a dildoes and couldn't insert them anyways. Desperately, I ended up humping the floor. She ended up laughing at me. The floor near my door is carpet, so it wasn't all bad. But it just wasn't working. I could feel my horniness fading away slowly. After about give minutes, I let out a long painful moan of frustration and gave up. I was panting through the gag, sweating quite a lot in the latex and still extremely aroused. I just wasn't aroused enough to get an orgasm.
"Awww" she said sarcastically.
"That's too bad. Oh well, maybe next time you'll get to orgasm" she said, patting my head and smiling right at me.
"Well then, to your room slave. Go!"
As she said "Go", I felt a stinging pain on my ass. She'd hit me with a riding crop! When I moaned in pain and didn't move, she just hit me again! This got me moving. It was extremely hard crawling without the proper use of any of my limbs. The room under the stairs wasn't even that far from where I was, but it seemed to take longer than it probably did. That might have been because she kept whipping me though. Each sting encouraging me to go faster and making me hornier again. I could feel that orgasm rising again. As I had been squirming to my room, the front of my latex dress had also ridden down and my tits were now hanging out and rubbing against the carpet. I had to ignore it though. The sting of the crop was a lot worse. I had tears in my eyes as I made it to my room and squirmed inside. She was still whipping me. I finally made it onto the dirty mattress and she relented with the crop.
"That whipping probably made you pretty horny, didn't it slut? Too bad your coming privilege has been revoked."
I let out a very long painful moan. If I tried, I knew I could have achieved an orgasm! More tears formed in my eyes.
"Well, good night, whore." She said, smirking. I then heard the door lock.
That's how I spent the night. Totally bound, gagged, crying a little bit and extremely humiliated, dreading tomorrow when her friend would be over. At least my arousal died down after a couple of hours. The smell of both of our juices were also very distracting. The smell of hers coming from my face, the smell of mine coming from in between my legs. I wondered just how messy it was down there. The worst part though, I knew that in the morning I would need to pee very badly. I was hoping she wouldn't wait too long to let me out of here. That thought made me think more about her. I didn't even know her last name or where she lived. She could have just taken my money and ran away. Although, I doubt that was the case.
I finally fell asleep.
I woke up sometime later. Of course, I had no idea what time that was. Judging by the light that went through the shutters of the door to the room I was in, it was day time. I noticed that I had dribbled all over my chin and there was quite a large puddle of saliva under my face. Even more than when I sleep without a gag. I love the feeling of waking up in bondage. Trying to stretch and move and then having to go through the realisation that you're all bound up.
My thought from the previous night was correct. I did have to pee. So badly and I didn't want to piss all over myself. I started making moaning noises, sort of trying to call her. To my surprise it actually worked, as I heard the door unlocking and then saw it open. She was wearing nothing except a pair of my bra and panties. They were both light blue and sort of sexy in more of a classy way than I was dressed. They also looked a lot more comfortable.
"You look hideous, slut."
She was probably right. I dropped my head. My make-up was probably running from all my crying, my hair felt like a mess. The sweat had probably left me looking dirty.
She came over to unbuckle me out of the straps that held me helpless while she said, "You have ten minutes to use the toilet and reapply your make-up, whore."
As she took the gag out of my mouth, "Starting from now, slut."
I hurried to stand up, stumbling as I really just remembered that I was wearing five inch heels. I made me way up the stairs and into the bathroom. I'd just realized, in this latex g-string with which she'd tightened the belt and padlocked on me, there was no way I could pull them down! I had to make my way downstairs again. Again, this was easier said than done in the heels and Id never needed to pee so bad in my life!
"Mistress, can you please unlock the belt on my undies?" I asked, feeling silly.
"Oh of course, slave. Just don't masturbate. If you do, I will know about it."
"Yes Mistress." I said as she unlocked the padlock. I hurried back up the stairs and I couldn't get my undies down fast enough. I let out a huge stream of piss. I must have only had about five minutes left. I wiped myself clean, washed my hands and brushed my teeth. I then started to reapply my make-up. I hurried back downstairs to my Mistress.
I handed her the padlock to my undies, expecting her to use it to lock me in the g-string again. She took a look at me and said, "Well, I guess now you don't look as hideous. Make me breakfast, slave. I'm hungry."
"Yes Mistress." I scampered off to the kitchen. I fried up some bacon, fried some eggs and poured her some orange juice. I put it all on a tray and took it to her.
"I'm going to have to teach you how to make a proper breakfast one of these days, whore" she said, sighing at what I'd brought her.
"I'm sorry, Mistress" I said, feeling quite ashamed of me culinary skills.
"Are you hungry, slave?"
I really was.
"Yes Mistress."
"Right, well take off you undies."
I did as I was told and was now holding my undies in my hand.
"See the stains on the latex?"
"Yes Mistress" I said, now noticing just how much juices I had let out last night.
"That can be your breakfast. Now don't forget to thank me, slut. I'm being very generous."
"Thank you Mistress."
I'd tasted a bit of my own cum before during self-bondage games, and even just out of curiosity when I was younger, but not when it was dried and in such abundance.
I began licking, really trying to get rid of all the stains.
"I think I'm going to make this part of your morning routine, slave. It can be a ways of keeping your undies clean as well as feeding you." She said, not even looking at me.
I was finished licking.
"I'm finished, Mistress."
"Show me, slut."
I showed her. There really were not stains left, apart from the glimmer of my saliva.
"Good, put them back on and come over here so I can lock them onto you again."
I stepped into them. Putting them back on was a little harder than taking them off. It was hard having to balance on these spikey heels. I finally got into them and walked over to her. When I was about a metre away from her, she reached out and grabbed the hem of the g-string and pulled me towards her forcefully, which caused be to sort of run a very small distance. Be buckled the belt and padlocked it in place, and just like that, I was locked into them again.
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She resumed eating her breakfast. Obviously, I was still hungry. I just stood there feeling about foolish really. My tummy rumbled.
"My God, are you still hungry after all that cum I just allowed you to eat?"
I looked down at the floor. "Yes Mistress."
"You really are a pig, slut. Well, alright just because I'm feeling extra nice this morning, I'll let you lick my feet. You might get lucky and kind some dirt in between my toes."
One of my fetishes are actually feet and boot licking, so I was sort of looking forward to this. Although, I knew it would do nothing to sate my hunger. I also knew that it wasn't really an offer so much as it was an order. "Yes Mistress." I said as I descended to my hands and knees. I started on my second serving of breakfast. I liked this more than eating her out. It was easier to get my tongue into places and I also thought it tasted better. I didn't know what was more humiliating though. Maybe this since she actually considered it to be my breakfast.
She must have finished because she ordered, "Right, you can stop now."
I crawled out from under the table and stood back up.
"Clean my plate and the rest of the kitchen then wait for me back here, kneeling of course. I'm going to go have a shower."
"Yes Mistress."
I realised that pretty much all I'd be saying nowadays was "Yes Mistress". I wondered if she would ever get tired of hearing it. I think I would. I bet if she did, I'd be punished for it.
I grabbed her plate and went to clean it, and then the rest of the kitchen. I didn't know if she meant just to clean up the small mess I'd made while making her breakfast or to clean the kitchen completely. I ended up just putting away the mess I made and scrubbing the floor a little. I'd rather clean than kneel and do nothing until she got out of the shower, I thought to myself. After kneeling in the dining room for about ten minutes, she came down wearing a dark blue turtle neck and a long black skirt that reached the tops of her knees.
"My friend is coming over soon, slut. Make sure you don't embarrass me in front of her. I'm going to have to get you a little more uncomfortable as well. She likes to see sluts bound and serving."
I wondered what she meant. Would she tie me down again like she did last night and whip me for entertainment? I hoped not. Some red marks could still probably be seen on my arse.
I was still kneeling and so she ordered me to stand up and go fetch four leather cuffs, some chain and a single leather strap.
"Put them on the table." She told me, her hands at her hips.
"Turn around."
I felt one of the cuffs going above my left elbow similar to last night. My right elbow also had a cuff attached similarly with a chain of about fifteen centimetres attaching the two cuffs. It wasn't really all that uncomfortable, but definitely quite restricting.
I was surprised when, instead of cuffing my wrists, she wrapped the cuffs around my ankles, around the calf height boots she'd had me wear(which by the way were aching quite a lot at the moment. I didn't know how I was going to survive the day). The chain that went between these two cuffs were about twenty five centimetres long. They didn't seem that long, but I knew from experience were hard to get used to. Well, at least I found it hard to get used to being hobbled.
She then proceeded to wrap the leather strap just above my knees. She pulled it tight, crushing my thighs together. She then buckled it and fit a padlock through it.
"Go, walk slut."
I tried to walk and I must have looked ridiculous. My chest was jutting out due to my elbows being bound, taking tiny steps and keeping my thighs together. It was quite hard and very slow.
"Try to pick up that glass, slave."
"Yes Mistress." I walked over to the table. Since my wrists hadn't been bound, all I had to do was turn my body slightly to grab the glass. It was a little harder, but I could manage with small tasks like this.
"Very good, now hand the glass to me."
I tried to get my hand as high as it would go. I could just about reach up to her chest. She took the glass from me and put it back onto the table.
"I like you bound like this. See, you can perform simple tasks like that, but you can't protect yourself, still." She said walking up to me, grabbing me firmly on the chin, causing me to take a few quick steps to balance myself, and slapping me in the face quite hard three times. She laughed.
"This is just so great!" her face was positively beaming.
"And I bet you're enjoying it too, aren't you slut? I bet you're going to have a lot of breakfast tomorrow."
"Yes Mistress."
She let go of my face, and I took steps to balance myself again, increasing the aching. I was hoping I'd get used to these shoes.
I heard the doorbell ring.
"I'll get it, slut. Come with me though."
She power walked to the door. I obviously couldn't keep up as I awkwardly shuffled over. She opened the door to reveal another pretty attractive middle aged woman, although she did look younger. Maybe late twenties, I guessed. She wore a white satin blouse, leather tights and a black pair of high heeled sandals. The heels on them were pretty big. They were almost as big as mine. I would have guessed four inches. I wondered how she was so brave. She definitely pulled the look off though. I have to admit, I was very jealous of her confidence.
The two older greeted and pecked each other on the cheeks. "Come in, come in."
"Wow, nice new place, Mandy, and just who might this be?" she asked, obviously meaning me.
"Oh, that's just my maid. Don't worry her name isn't important. She'll respond to whatever you call her, really. Isn't that right, bitch?" she asked, looking right at me.
"Yes Mistress." I was embarrassed. It's like I had to go through letting someone know what a submissive whore I was all over again.
"Yeah, I thought it was like that", the other woman said smiling at my Mistress. "Normal maids don't usually dress like such sluts." She noticed the way I was bound, "And oooh. They don't usually have to work tied up in such a way either."
"Come on. Let's go to the living room, sit down a chat. Slave, get some wine out."
"Yes Mistress."
As I turned around to talk away, the woman I didn't know gave my arse a firm slap. "She's obedient, that's for sure", she said with amusement in her tone.
I went to fetch the wine. I came back to find them both talking about work. That made me wonder what my Mistress' job was. If she could just not turn up to work like she had told me she was going, maybe she was self-employed and ran her own business. Or perhaps she hired people to run it for her.
I came back holding the wine and two wine glasses awkwardly due to my bondage. I set them down on the small table beside the couch, and then having no further orders, I just stood there.
"Does she also satisfy you down there if you order her to, Mandy?" asked the other woman.
"She sure does. Get this though, Sandra, she's actually straight!"
The other woman now known to me as Sandra opened her mouth as if she was envious.
"How do you find them?" Sandra asked shaking her head. "My last slave broke down and started crying on me when I told her I was going to put her on a dog food diet."
I hoped Mandy would never put me on a dog food diet.
Mandy started again. "Wait, that's not even the best part. She's paying me to treat her like this!"
They both started laughing hysterically all the while my face burned with humiliation. When she put it that way, it did make me seem like the type of slut that wanted to be dominated that much. I just stood there feeling ridiculous.
"Let's play with her a little", Sandra said, talking about me like I was some kind of toy, which I guess I was now.
Finishing her glass of wine, Mandy said, "Sure. I'll be back in a sec", and went off to get something.
Sandra smiled at me. She made me feel a little uncomfortable. She seemed quite snobbish, but playful as well.
"So how much are you paying Mandy to treat you like this, slut?"
"Five thousand dollars, plus whatever I earn from now on while we live together, ma'am"
"Oh shit. You must really love this then. And keep calling me 'ma'am.' I like it."
"Yes ma'am", I both answered her question and followed her order.
"You were a bit of a stupid slut to do what you did though. I mean, she could have just taken your money and left. Maybe you'd enjoy that type of humiliation though. I wouldn't really know", she took another sip of her wine.
"Anyway, do you like these shoes, I just got them today, you know?"
"Yes ma'am. They look wonderful on you. You look amazing." I was such a suck up, but I think she liked it. Even if she did look bad, how could I possibly say it?
"Aww, that's so sweet of you, slut. I like your shoes too, but aren't they a little hard to walk in?"
"Yes ma'am, but Mistress likes how they look on me and has made them part of my uniform, so I have to wear them."
"Oh. Of course. You really are quite the catch. If I owned you, you'd be wearing ballet heels all day, eating dog food and would probably be wearing a gag almost twenty-four-seven. Tell me, what does Mandy feed you?"
"So far, Mistress had only allowed me to eat my cum from last night off my undies, and the dirt from in between her toes, ma'am."
"And you're thankful for this, right slave?"
"Yes ma'am."
"About 6 years ago when I was her slave, I would have killed to eat the dirt from in between her toes. Count yourself lucky, slut."
So that's who this woman was! An ex-slave. Nowadays she must be more of a domme. She certainly looked like it. I wonder how long they were in their d/s relationship for.
"Well girl, that's enough talk for now. Let's see how well you lick shoes. Now these are new, so do it carefully, slut."
I fell roughly to my knees. I then noticed I had a small problem. I couldn't shuffle towards her on my knees, since I had a leather strap buckled tight above my knees. I had to sort of do miniature jumps and push off with my boots. I didn't gain much distance each time, but I only had a small way to go.
When I got into a good spot, I leaned forward. All my hair dropped down in front of my face and it got pretty annoying. It also didn't help that she wasn't raising her feet to get her shoes licked. I had to lean pretty far in.
As I was licking, she said things like, "I can't believe I was once in your position", and "If you're straight, why are you licking the shoes of another woman? You truly are a slut."
As I was licking, Mistress walked in.
"It's good to see you two are getting along."
I kept licking.
"I'm sorry, Sandra, but this shoe licking session is going to have to continue later", Mistress said in a happy tone.
"It's alright, she wasn't any good at it anyway. You really need to train the bitch."
"I bet you could teach her a thing or two, couldn't you Sandra?"
Sounding a little embarrassed, I heard Sandra laugh almost nervously.
Mistress walked behind me and picked me up, since I obviously couldn't get back up on my own. She undid the padlock on the belt on my latex g-string. She then grabbed the hem with her finger and put what looked like an egg vibrator down there. Like I wasn't horny enough. She inserted it into my pussy, then buckled the belt and reapplied and locked the padlock. I saw press a button on a remote and it came to life. It was vibrating quite fast and I was finding it hard not to fall over.
"Oh, whoops. Better turn it down."
She clicked some more buttons, and I felt the vibrator slow down a lot, although, I could definitely still feel its presents. I knew what she was trying to do. She was trying to keep me in a state or constant intense sexual arousal with no intention of letting me come. She was succeeding as well. I remembered her words when we first met. "A horny slut is an obedient slut." I definitely agreed. I was extremely aroused and this was not helping.
"Go get us a different bottle of wine, slut," Mistress commanded.
"Yes ma'am," I moaned as I slowly, awkwardly turned around. It was very hard to concentrate on anything. If I wasn't tied the way I was, I would have found it extremely hard not to just disobey order and start masturbating through the g-string. No doubt she'd have an excuse to punish me then, not that she needed one.
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I came back with bottle of white wine. I was sort of half panting and half moaning. My posture had also changed. Under extreme arousal, I tend to slouch for some reason. I set the bottle down on the table.
"Haha. Look at the bitch, Sandra! She's loving this! I think I can see some moistness on her thighs."
I could feel it there. She came over to me and started to rub my thighs where the moistness was, she also rubbed my pussy through my undies a little. This was insufferable. I wanted to come so bad.
"Here, suck on these, whore", I heard Mistress say. I did was I was told and started cleaning my own cum off of my Mistress' fingers. She rubbed my thighs again, so I thought it was obvious that she'd make me lick her fingers clean again, but when I opened my mouth she told me to close it, then commented on what a hungry slut I was being so keen to eat my own cum. I was a little ashamed of myself, since she was pretty much correct. Being so horny, I felt it hard to stand still. I kept taking small steps to keep rebalancing myself. She wiped her fingers under my nose and then wiped them on my lips and finally in my hair. I just stood there, still taking small steps, but not licking my lips.
I wondered. If there was that much cum on my thighs, I would have a lot to eat for breakfast tomorrow. On that note, I was still very hungry.
"Say thank you, whore," she said sternly.
"Thank you Mistress."
She gave me a soft slap on the cheek followed by quite a hard slap just above my pussy. I yelped and retracted, surprised by how much it hurt. The remote to the vibrator inside me had somehow made its way into Sandra's hand. I saw her press some buttons and the vibrator died. I was thankful but said nothing and decided to pretend I didn't notice, like I didn't have feelings or an opinion more like.
Sandra, still sitting on the couch started, "Although I do love the sound of a slave's cries," I thought the word 'cries' was a tad dramatic, "I don't really like it when a slave makes a noise without permission. Can I add to her bondage, Mandy?"
"Of course my dear!" she was only too happy, it seemed. You don't mind that do you, whore?" Mistress asked, smiling at me.
"No Mistress, not at all, Mistress."
"Good girl. Sandra is a good friend of mine. You'll probably be seeing a lot of her. I might even rent you out to her sometimes."
I swallowed hard at that thought. I'd only intended to serve Mandy, who may make me serve Sandra, who may make me serve someone else. Maybe someone who was into something that I couldn't handle, like scatology or something. It made me think what I would do if someone were to say they wanted to shit in my mouth and Mandy or Sandra, whoever was in charge of me at the time allowed it. Would I say no? Would I really let someone shit in my mouth? I chose not to think about it and just obediently replied with "Yes Mistress".
She smiled again. She must have been loving this.
Sandra came back, but approached me from behind. I didn't turn around as this may illicit a punishment. I heard her fumbling with something behind me, and then say something being lowered over the front of my face. It was a metal ring gag harness. I could feel the ring going into my mouth, and then her hand pushing it in further, past my teeth and all the straps being buckled and locked. There were straps that went from the sides of the ring gag around to the back of my head, or more so the back of my neck like there are with normal gags. There were also straps that came from the sides of the gag that went upwards and connected into one strap at my forehead and connected to the other strap at the back. These straps ran over my eyes. As they weren't that thick, I could still see most areas, but they did get in the way. The last strap went under my chin and forced me to bite down.
I'd always loved the feeling of being gagged, but I'd never worn a gag with this much straps before, and it felt great, especially the straps that ran over my eyes, distorting my view. I also thought that I must look ridiculous, and the humiliation turned me on even more.
It turns out she wasn't done adding to my bondage though. Next she took a chain that was roughly fifty centimetres long and padlocked it to my collar. She then pulled the chain down so I was slouched over more than I already was and padlocked the other end to the belt on my g-string. The chain ran through, under my dress. Now I had to stay in a constantly slouched over position, or else the g-string would dig into my pussy and a little more into my arse. She gave the chain a few test tugs upwards to gauge my reaction, which was to yelp as loud as I could(which wasn't that loud) through the gag, and for some reason slouch over more.
Satisfied with my reaction, she gave me a soft slap on the cheek similar to how my Mistress had slapped me and went back to sit down.
"Do you know the meaning of overkill, Sandra?" Mandy asked her, smiling a huge, gorgeous smile.
"I'm sorry, Mandy, but she just looked way too comfortable before. It's my personal belief that a slave should always be suffering in some kind of way. And I mean more than just a pair of unbearably high heels." She sounded quite cocky. They both laughed and drank more wine.
This slouching was hurting my back and the ball gag was pretty big. My jaw was soon to ache. At least she'd turned off the vibrator, I thought to myself, but I'd spoken, or rather thought too soon. It came back to life, still on its low setting. Frustrated, I let out a long cry of anguish. The gag, the boots, the chain keeping me bent over like this, having my elbows, thighs and ankles bound. It was just too much for me. My eyes started to water a little.
"Can you believe that she's crying?" I heard my Mistress say. "After everything I've done! I actually allowed her to eat this morning for fuck sake." She sounded more amused than angry, thankfully.
I wasn't really crying. I was still loving it(sort of). I guess I had no way of telling her anyway, even if I wasn't heavily gagged, I would still probably be speaking out of place.
"Put this toy away for now, would you, Mandy? It's a bit hard to chat over the sniffling, moaning and panting of a dog."
"Yeah. Come on, this way slut."
Mistress grabbed the chain that went from my collar to the belt on my undies and used it to tug me all the way to my room(the closet under stairs). Once we were in there she told me to stay, like a person tells a dog to stay. She went off to get something, while I waited. She came back with what I recognized as one of my dirty socks. She used one hand to grab my hair at the back of my head, and the other hand to guide the sock through the ring gag and into my mouth. She left part of the sock hanging out of my mouth, but I could tell by the taste that the dirtiest part was in my mouth. It was probably one of my gym socks. Actually, it definitely was. I rarely wear socks unless I'm going to the gym. I also rarely go to the gym. As she was closing the door, I could hear the fast paced walk of heels coming over. I saw Sandra appear.
"Wait Mandy!"
She did something with the remote again and the vibrator turned off.
"Well, we don't want her coming do we?" she said with a smile. She blew me a kiss and then Mistress closed the door and locked it.
It was dark in here. I didn't know how to go about sitting down either. In the end, I just fell sideways onto my dirty mattress. Dressed like a whore, bound and gagged like a whore, my own dirty sock in my mouth, at the mercy of two older women who were relative strangers, and I had asked for it all as well. Life was looking up.
I thought I may as well try to get some sleep, when the vibrator turned back on. I started moaning more and got tearier. It must be one of those vibrators that can be set to 'tease'. Probably worse than that, I also felt like I needed to pee.
This was really going to suck.