The Corruption of the Maid

By Anna Austin

 

 

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Helen's life is tedious. Maid to a rich but distant couple, she wishes for a little excitement in her life.

 

But when the prodigal son returns, she gets more that she bargained for. Young Mr. Elliott has a taste for innocent young women-and a dominant and cruel personality. Helen finds herself submitting to his dark desires, and entering a world of pleasure-and of pain!

 

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Helen tried to move her legs but they were tied tight. The idea of being completely at Mr. Elliott's mercy excited her more than she thought it would, heightening her arousal and making her body tingle in anticipation. Mr. Elliott took hold of her hips and pulled her up on her knees, so that her bottom was in the air. It was difficult to hold that position with her legs tied up, but Helen did her best to settle down and not shake too much.

 

Mr. Elliott stepped off the bed again and Helen could hear him moving about in the room, but she could not see him from her position. Suddenly there was a resounding snap that made Helen jump as Mr. Elliott hit the bed with something. Helen tensed as she felt him trail something leather up her shoulder and down her back, all the way to her raised bottom.

 

"I seem to have misplaced my whip," said Mr. Elliott conversationally, this voice laced with the same amused tone from their first meeting, "so I'm afraid the riding crop will have to do."

 

Helen gasped audibly. Now that Mr. Elliott was actually holding a riding crop, the prospect of pain seemed a lot more frightening.

 

"Remember, you can make as much noise as you like. Let me hear it all," Mr. Elliott continued, tracing the tip of the riding crop over the lips of her cunt, which had only got wetter.

 

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"How long have you worked here?"

 

"Two years, sir."

 

"Very good. I trust you are a good maid, able to do as you are told?" Mr. Elliott asked and Helen felt his eyes on her, looking at her intently. She didn't dare to lift her eyes, but she was sure that he was still sporting that little smile because she could hear it in his voice.

 

Helen almost found herself wishing that young Mr. Elliott was more like his parents, cold and snobbish, because they always said what they meant. But young Mr. Elliott seemed to be talking in code, saying one thing with his voice implying another, expecting Helen to understand. Or maybe he wasn't expecting Helen to understand and dropped in innuendos and insinuations for his own amusement.

 

"I hope so, sir," she said eventually, doing her best to act like she wasn't affected by young Mr. Elliott's games.

 

"I'd like to see for myself." Mr. Elliott paused and Helen waited with bated breath. "Fetch me some tea, Helen."

 

It was a relief that his order turned out to be so common; Helen had almost expected something... Much less common. She didn't really know what, but for a moment she had been convinced that he would say something that would make her stutter and blush wildly. Still, she felt herself get a little redder in the face because young Mr. Elliott had addressed her by her given name. It was more than a little bit embarrassing, swooning and blushing like this, but she had never met someone whose presence was so intense.

 

 

 

 

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