Master Dominates the Maid

By Scarlet Smith

 

 

Description:

 

Sophia had just one instruction to follow. When you clean the house, don't open that door. But curiosity gets the better of her.

 

Now, her master will discipline her. Blindfolded and at his mercy, she has no choice but to submit to his punishment. But with submission comes pleasure as well as pain, and Sophia soon gives into her wicked desires and begs her master for more.

 

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Tentatively, I stepped up onto the footholds, wincing at how cold they were. They were far apart, too...forcing me to spread my legs for him.

 

"Lean forward."

 

He was in front of the frame, using a key to unclasp the metal rings that were about a foot ahead of me. Yikes. I reached forward, slipping my thin wrists through the rings, feeling helpless once they were closed around them. I couldn't move, even if I wanted to. The footholds kept me from falling with the leather straps that were attached to them, but I knew that if I tried to get out, I would come toppling over.

 

So I opted to stand still, watching Mr. Davis nervously, until he disappeared from view and came up from behind me.

 

"You're so wet, Sophia..."

 

"I know..."

 

"It's all for me, isn't it?"

 

"Yes, master."

 

"Beg for it."

 

My stomach jumped nervously as I realized what he was asking me to beg for - his dick. I'd have to say it if I hoped to be satisfied. God, I'd never felt so powerless in my entire life! But a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do...I decided that for now, I'd toss my dignity to the side and just tell Mr. Davis exactly what I wanted.

 

"Please, master...please...I need you, I need you inside me..." I whimpered, thighs quivering with desire.

 

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"Sophia."

 

My breath hitched.

 

I suddenly became aware of a presence behind me.

 

I didn't want to turn around. I knew what was coming. He'd come home without me realizing, and now he was going to flat-out murder me in this weird torture chamber! I felt a hand on my shoulder and I heard myself let out a pathetic little cry of fear.

 

"I told you not to look in this room."

 

"I know- I'm so sorry, I'll do anything, please don't kill me-" I pleaded, though looking back, it probably sounded completely stupid of me.

 

"Kill you? I'm not going to kill you." He chuckled softly, breath tickling my ear as the hand on my shoulder moved up to stroke my hair. I let out a sigh of relief. I hadn't planned on dying today, and I was glad that it seemed I would live on. Mr. Davis retracted his hand and entered the room, moving to stand in front of me, a strange smile plastered on his face. I was frozen stiff with nerves.

 

"Miss Sophia, you don't know what this room is, do you?" he asked, jovial tone absolutely not matching the mood one bit. I shook my head.

 

"Have you ever heard of BDSM?"

 

I racked my brain frantically. The letters didn't seem to hold any meaning...I think I might have heard them used in that way once before, on a pop-up ad from an adult website. BDSM...the letters began to conjure up images of leather, pain, moans...

 

 

 

Keywords: bdsm bondage submission, maid master slave, blindfold whipped bound, pain pleasure fantasy