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Young Miss and Her Maid
(Melissa DuVant)
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Young Miss and Her Maid Melissa DuVant Copyright © Melissa DuVant The right of Melissa DuVant to be identified as the
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retrieval system, is forbidden without the written permission of the author. Table of Contents Chapter One - Gradings are Received Chapter Two - Lessons Not Learned Chapter Four - Picture Perfect Chapter Six - Suspension of Duties Chapter Seven - Be Careful What You Wish For Chapter Eight - The Perfect Crime Chapter Nine - Work Experience Chapter Ten - Petting the Mistress Chapter Eleven - Assessment and Grading Chapter Twelve - A Night of Changes To maids, and all those that are willing to service their betters! Chapter One: Gradings are Received Anna snuck through the halls of the mansion, peeking around the corners, seeing no-one but the under-maids, busy with some cleaning, although it looked like they were just chatting, despite the hoovers and mops they had with them. She skulked and crept through the passageways, trying to step quietly, knowing how easily footsteps could echo, dashing up the grand staircase before making it to her room without being seen. She closed the door behind herself and let out a sigh, before moving to her desk and sitting down, putting her bag down and tugging her skirt into position. She would like a longer one, but Ma'am insisted on the short length! She squirmed on the seat. She probably had long enough, if she was quick. She tensed her thighs, sliding her hand between her thighs, settling into a comfortable position. She was slick and ready, her panties slightly wet already. She teased herself, fingers gently stroking herself through the lacey fabric. Her breath started to quicken and she closed her eyes, letting a comfortable and soothing darkness fall around her. A floorboard creaked behind her, and she pulled her hands away as she twisted around, the chair almost falling over. 'Good afternoon, Miss Anna.' Her head maid approached, the door swinging shut behind her. She was dressed in the traditional style - a long, black dress, crisp white apron, her black hair bound up beneath a white cap. 'I do hope you weren't misbehaving at all.' Anna squirmed, trying to sit demurely, despite the seething heat she could feel. She wanted to get off! 'Now, let me see your exam results.' Anna slowly slid out her report card and handed it over, her eyes downcast. 'Hmmm. I do hope your grades have improved. Have you been indulging in any prohibited activities?' Anna squirmed her thighs, feeling the warmth between them, still wanting to get off. 'No, Ma'am. I know I'm not allowed to... to touch myself.' 'Yes. Because you get distracted and naughty. Now, let me see. The tutor says that your grades are good, but your behavior seems to be worsening. Stand up and lift your skirt for inspection.' She didn't resist, knowing that would just bring greater punishment, standing up, her ankles close together, using both hands to lift her skirt, the maid approaching and kneeling. A finger, long and elegant, stroked the fabric over her slit, pushing slightly into her, making her gasp. 'Oh, Mistress Anna. You really are naughty, aren't you? And I thought you were improving. Is this why you've been acting like such a brat recently? Have you been touching yourself again? I thought my discipline last time would have shown you the error of your ways, but clearly not. What do you deserve?' 'Twenty, ma'am.' Without being ordered, she bent herself over the bed, holding her pleated skirt up to show her backside, feeling the bed push back against her belly. The floorboards creaked again as the maid approached, her hand suddenly cracking against Anna's backside. She could feel herself getting even more excited, despite knowing she shouldn't. She didn't want to be naughty, but she wanted to touch herself so badly! Just once! Well, probably more than once, but to actually properly get off. The hand stroked down her legs, feeling the top of her thigh-high socks, snapping the elastic before fingering the lace panties again. 'I pick the finest clothing for you, mistress Anna. Your uniform is exquisite. Why must you sully it with such things?' Her hand slapped forward again, against the other buttock this time. 'Do I... Do I have to wear the uniform? The other girls I see don't have to wear it.' Smack.
Smack. 'The other girls
are not as precious and special as you are.
I like you to be marked out and special.
And you do look exquisite in your blazer, shirt and tie.' Smack.
'A lady in uniform cuts an impressive figure. If you prefer, I could dress you as a maid.' Smack.
'Although then I might have to put you to work along with the under-maids.' Smack.
'Would you prefer to be a maid rather than a student?' Smack. Her backside was starting to throb, a heat settling into her body, seeping into her entire body, making her want to get off even more, her head fuzzing. 'No, Ma'am. I want to be a student!' That got her two more sharp slaps to her backside. She wanted more, her slit wet and hungry. Why wasn't she allowed to touch herself? She had overheard other girls her age talking and joking, about getting off, about having sex, but Ma'am was insistent that she not touch herself. But she was so horny all the time! Smack. Even the impact of Ma'ams hand against her buttocks was making her head spin, and she tried to twist, wanting those fingers inside of her. Smack. 'You have proven yourself worthy of fine clothing.' A finger traced the line of her panties
against her reddened backside. 'But you are
still lacking self-control. When you
were a little younger, you were overfond of pleasing yourself. Do you remember your training sessions? We had to hold them in the basement, as you
were rather noisy. I thought they would
have made more of an impact, from how much you protested.' Smack.
Smack. Anna felt tears come to her eyes in memory, of the days of teasing,
stroking gentleness, contrasting with the harsh strikes of a whip, or a cane,
or even worse. 'Ten, ma'am.' The fingers stroked her buttocks again. 'Very good, mistress. You are keeping count; I see my training hasn't been entirely wasted. Now, while we are here, I will ask you again. Have you been engaging in any prohibited activities?' Smack. 'I... I touched myself this morning, Ma'am.' She sighs. 'Mistress Anna knows that she is not allowed to come without explicit permission. Apparently I wasn't explicit enough. If Mistress Anna wishes to behave like a slut, then she will be punished like one.' Smack. Smack. The strikes were harder now or were against already sore skin. 'I'm sorry, ma'am! I didn't think it was so bad!' It had felt so good, her brain melting and exploding with pleasure, time passing in a blink until she recovered. A finger traced her slit through her panties. 'Mistress Anna's body is precious and should not be used without permission. Even by the young miss herself.' Smack. Smack. The pain was starting to build up now, her backside throbbing with the impacts. 'If you wish such things, then you are to ask me for permission.' 'But the other girls do it! And they keep telling me about it, and it feels so good!' 'You are not like the other girls, Mistress Anna. You are pure and special. Or should be, if you behaved as you should.' The last five smacks came in a sudden, swift rush, her backside throbbing from the impacts, even as excitement coiled inside of her. Lips, warm and soft, gently kissed against a buttock. 'I do not wish to be so harsh with you, but if the young miss will mis-behave, then she will be disciplined. Now, time to test your mouth. On your back on the bed.' There was no choice but to obey - any resistance would only bring harsher punishment. She lay on her sheets, moving her arms to the usual position, her wrists close to the bedposts, cuffs hanging from them. Ma'am straddled her waist, pinning her in place and holding a rubber bulb attached to a strap in her hands. Anna shook her head, knowing what was coming and not wanting it. 'Open wide, Mistress Anna.' She reached down and pinched a nipple - even through a bra, it stung, pain intensifying until Anna obeyed, and the bulb slid into her mouth. 'Let's see if you can beat your record.' She squeezed another bulb, pushing air into the one in Anna's mouth, forcing it to expand and grow. Anna tried to relax, to make it easier to have the thing blocking her mouth, but it was uncomfortable having her tongue squashed down, and she didn't like the way it made her cheeks bulge, or how it blocked her breathing. Ma'am stroked her forehead between puffs, until the thing was big and solid in her mouth, impossible to dislodge without letting the air out. It was starting to protrude into her throat, but her gag reflex had been trained out of her a long time ago. 'Very good, Mistress. Not quite your best, but at least you're not protesting like you used to.' All Anna could do was mumble back, unable to move her tongue or lips to form any words. 'Nkk ou.' Ma'am smiles down at her. 'Very good! At least Mistress Anna is polite, even if she is badly behaved.' Two sharp clicks fill the air as her wrists are locked to the bedposts. 'Now I need to test your sensitivity. Allow me to fetch my equipment.' She walked to the walk-in wardrobe and unlocked it, careful to only open the door enough to slip inside, only letting Anna see a little, the hangers filled with duplicates of her uniform, along with some of the special outfits Ma'am made her wear sometimes, clinging black latex, far too short and tight, or tiny mini-skirts and skimpy mesh tops. Ma'am came back out with a small leather bag and unzipped it, Anna's heart sinking as she saw the spiked wheel and the bundle of wires Ma'am pulled out. She grunted, trying to beg not to be subjected to this! But all she could do was make vague gasps, trying to ready herself for what she knew was coming. Ma'am pulled Anna's skirt aside, unclasping it and pulling it out from beneath Anna, folding it neatly and putting it to the side. This revealed Anna's panties fully, the material already slightly moist with her juices. "Mistress Anna is so wonderfully sensitive but needs to learn to control herself.' Ma'am bent her head down and kissed Anna's navel, tongue flicking out against the sensitive skin, making Anna giggle despite the position she was in. And then the spiked wheel gently touched her skin, just beneath the navel, the current making her belly twitch. When it was there, she didn't mind so much, it was almost soothing, but she knew where it was going, as it ran over her belly, down towards her crotch, and then a hand reached out and tugged on her panties, snapping and tearing the material, ripping them away. She managed to stop herself from panting in fear, getting her breath under control, knowing that fear would only make it worse. It rolled, point by pricking point, down towards her shaved slit, Ma'am's other hand spreading her lips wide. The spikes probed her tender folds, sending ripples of electricity through her, her hips bucking. It hurt, but felt so good! She wasn't allowed to come, but this was getting her far too close, and Ma'am would punish her even more. The spikes were pushing against the most sensitive parts of her body, her brain short-circuiting, burning fuzz filling her senses, her vision wavering. A needle-prick against her clit made her hips twitch, eyes wide and unseeing for a moment until she recovered her senses. 'Mistress Anna doesn't seem to lost her sensitivity. That is a good sign. But from now on, you will be sleeping restrained and face up, to help you avoid temptation. And I will be escorting you to college. I hope you have at least enough self-control so as to not to be touching yourself in the classroom.' Anna tried to avoid blushing, remembering the times when she had hidden her hand beneath the desk, slowly teasing and stroking herself; not wanting to shame herself like a slut, not wanting to come in class, but it felt so good, no matter that Ma'am told her it wasn't allowed! But she didn't want to be locked into a chastity belt again, so she smiled, at least as much as she could around the gag. Ma'am patted her belly comfortingly, before leaning in and kissing her slit, warm and wet tongue sliding into her. 'Mistress Anna, you have been a good girl, but should you persist in this behavior, then I will need to punish you again. Now, I will leave you to contemplate your position until dinner. Does Mistress Anna require a blindfold?' Anna shook her head. The gag was bad enough, she didn't want to be blinded as well! Hands grasped her ankles and spread her legs, cuffing them to the bottom bed posts. And then Ma'am stroked her forehead, brushing away loose strands of hair. 'Good girl. Now, think about what you've done, and I hope no further punishment will be needed.' She caressed a breast before withdrawing, swiftly turning and walking away, her apron-strings swaying as she walked to the door and left, locking it behind herself. Chapter Two: Lessons Not Learned Anna snuck through the house again, trying to stay out of sight of the under-maids, not wanting her presence reported. She wanted some time alone. To touch herself, to experience that mind-melting bliss again! She managed to make it into her room without anyone seeing her and slowly closed her bedroom door, trying to shut it without making a noise, everyone distracted by their work - it was cleaning day, after all, and everyone was busy, the large house filled with the sounds of hovering and dusting. Her room was one of the few quiet places in the place! She stood in front of the full-length mirror and looked at herself - even though she knew it was naughty, she had rolled her skirt up like the other girls she saw, the pleated and tartan material high enough to show the bottom of her buttocks. Her tight blouse showed her breasts well, the white fabric contrasting with the solid black tie that fell between them. One of the other girls had given her a gift, a cloth choker around her neck, material stark and black against her pale skin. Her hand dropped between her legs, feeling her satin panties, teasing and stroking her slit, delight dancing through her crotch, the material starting to cling from wetness. She pushed further, probing deeper into herself, when a hand grasped her shoulder, making her jump. Ma'am was staring at her, dark eyes reflecting in the mirror, staring back at her. 'Young miss, what are you doing?' Anna squeaked. 'I... I didn't mean to, Ma'am! I just wanted to explore myself.' A hand patted against her backside, feeling the shortness of the skirt, the padded tucking and rolling up of the material as Anna was steered away from the mirror. 'Do you have some issue with the clothing I select for you? It is to highlight your finest features. And what is this?' She hooked a finger underneath the choker, stretching out the material before letting it snap back. 'It was... It was a gift, ma'am. From Sandra, a friend I made.' 'Hmmm. I doubt she is worthy of you. I think perhaps your outside excursions will have to be limited in future. But you should only wear clothing that has been selected for you.' She tugged at the choker harder, snapping the fabric and tossing it into the bin. 'If you wish to have something about your neck, I have just the thing.' She went to the walk-in wardrobe and unlocked it, stepping inside. Anna craned her neck, trying to see what was inside - there had been several deliveries recently, large boxes, their contents kept from her eyes. Inside the room she caught a glimpse of several outfits on mannequins, sleek and black, shining metal rings hanging from wrist, neck and ankle. If she was a good girl, would Ma'am let her wear those? She was only gone for a moment before stepping back outside, the gleaming black bodies vanishing from sight. She was holding a bag of items, as well as a black leather collar, three inches tall, with large metal rings set around it. Anna straightened her neck, letting it be wrapped around her skin, the leather stiff and new, crackling as it was bent around her, a buckle slithering shut. 'Far more suitable for you, I think, then that tawdry thing.' Ma'am stood close behind Anna, making sure no hair was caught in the collar. 'Now, remove your panties.' 'Do... do I have to? I promise I've been good!' If she were to be inspected, then Ma'am would know she had been naughty, and would punish her. 'Then you have nothing to fear. Now, remove your panties.' Anna twisted her body, slowly shimmying her underwear down, letting them drop to her ankles then stepping out of them, letting Ma'am picking them up. She raised them to her face and sniffed, her face showing disappointment. 'Oh, young miss. What silly fantasies were you having this time? Should I fetch some of the training equipment?' Anna raised her hands to feel her collar - the tightness, the weight of it, felt right, made her feel good and proud and... owned - as she felt a blush creeping up her body, slowly encroaching onto her face, as she squirmed her thighs. 'I... I want to touch myself, Ma'am. I want to...' Her mind shied away from the naughty words she knew she wasn't allowed to use. 'I want to feel good!' 'Perhaps I should have you strip naked and come with me to inspect the work of the under-maids? I wonder what they would think of their mistress being such a silly slut?' Ma'am pushed the wet material against Anna's face, forcing her to smell her own arousal, the scent making her even more turned on. 'I'm sorry ma'am! I won't do it again!' 'You have said as much before, and yet still persist in your behavior. Open your mouth, Mistress.' Anna clamped her mouth tightly shut. 'Nuph!' She tried to turn her head away, but the collar was too tight and restrictive, so she could only move her head if she shifted her entire upper body. Ma'am grabbed the back of her head and twisted her hair, with enough force to show that it could get more painful. Anna slowly opened her mouth, the material getting shoved in. She could taste herself, her sweat, and her own arousal, lust strong against her tongue. 'Good girl. Now, put these on.' She pulled out a pair of latex opera gloves, shining black. Despite the trouble she was in, Anna grinned. She liked latex, the feel of it on and around her body, the tight pressure of it, the teasing pleasure of pulling it on, bit by bit, until it enclosed a limb, or compressed her torso. 'Es, a'am!' She started pulling the glove on, easting it up a bit at a time, savoring the way it clung and pressed to her, each glove coming up and covering most of her time. The gloves kept pulling her fingers back into slight curves unless she exerted force, the material wanting to command and bind her. 'Now, have often have you masturbated without permission?' 'Twiph, Mauhm.' 'Twice? Hmmm. Then, to start with...' She pulled out nipple clamps, a short chain between them. 'One.' Even through Anna's clothing, the metal bit sharply enough to sting, crushing the flesh. 'And two.' Anna grunted as the second clamp was attached. The chain was light enough that it didn't increase the pain much, but Ma'am had used the chain for weights before, dragging and warping her skin, or to drag her around by. 'Now, hands behind yourself, palms up.' Anna obeyed as she sighed. She didn't want to be handcuffed! But she wasn't - instead there was a crinkling sound, a plastic cracking, and then fingers stroked and massaged her palms and fingers, seeming to touch every inch of her hands and fingers. 'Now, down with me.' The two of them moved again so they were facing the mirror, Ma'am spreading her legs so that Anna was sat between them. Then she reached forward and pulled up Anna's skirt, revealing her crotch, still visibly moist. 'Now, your punishment will be complete when you have made yourself come twice. You may begin.' She kissed the back of Anna's head, then wrapped an arm around her waist. Anna looked at the mirror, Ma'am gently smiling back at her in the reflection. 'Begin. Or should I punish you in some other fashion?' Anna shook her head, moving her hands to her crotch, sliding a finger into herself, the latex feeling strangely tacky. Was Ma'am finally going to let her come properly, rather than sneaking in a furtive wank? And then the pain started. Burning started to seethe in her crotch, vicious spiking agony settling into her folds and crevices. Ma'am tightened her grip. 'Keep going, Mistress Anna.' She could feel the orgasm building inside of her, but every movement of her fingers was bringing fresh torment now, her own wetness betraying her, carrying the burning deeper and deeper inside of her. A tear trickled down her face as she reflexively kept stroking and touching herself, but it hurt! Even with Ma'am's body pressed tightly against her, warm and soft, this was brutal, the pleasure drowning in vicious, burning pain. 'Utt urns! Pleph!' The panties still filled her mouth, wet and thick. 'If you cannot manage yourself, then I will use this.' A strap-on dildo was held in front of her face; large, chunky and reeking of hot sauce. The size alone seemed intimidating, at least from what she could make out through the tears, but the fingers were agonizing now, rather than pleasurable like they should be. She couldn't drown out the pain, the spikes of heat threatening to last a long time, impossible to wash out. She sobbed and cried, Ma'am tugging on the chain, before pushing her forward, so her backside rose into the air. Hands spread her wide as the strap-on pushed into her, every over-sized lump bringing fresh pain. She let her hands drop to the floor as Ma'am fucked her, rough and hard and hot, burning and vicious. Even when she came, the orgasm was lost amongst the pain, the heat rooted deeply within her. The panties within her mouth were thick and heavy with slobber now, but she didn't dare spit them out, not wanting to make any more mess, aware that her tears and pussy-juice were both staining the floor already. 'I'm phhooorryy...' The strap-on was withdrawn, more sparklines of heat as the lumps and ridges pressed against her, before it was withdrawn. 'Now, do you think you can manage another yourself? Or do I have to do the work again?' 'Phhooorryy...' Anna slowly moved her hands towards her crotch, carefully touching herself, then wincing at the pain. It was like a paining needle pressing into her cunt. 'Pleaaph, merrphhyyy...' Gloved fingers stroked her folds, sending more twitches of pain through into her. And then a tongue, the spittle spreading the pain around even more, as it delved and twisted into her, doing little to clear away the hot gel that seemed to have flooded her entire crotch. How long would it take to fade away? Why wasn't she allowed to come, all she wanted was to feel good! But at least without more being applied, the pain seemed less, or maybe she was getting used to it now. The heat was still brutal and overwhelming, but the tongue gave enough pleasure, sweet and wet, that she could focus on that instead! Or was the pain starting to feel good now? No, that couldn't be right - pain was meant to hurt, not be pleasurable! This orgasm was less brutal and hot than the first, and she could actually derive some pleasure from it, Ma'am kissing her slit, breath sweet and gentle as she withdrew. 'Now, I must inspect the work of the lower maids, and they may need punishing or rewarding. Up on the bed, Mistress Anna.' She was hauled up onto the bed, her wrists shackled to the posts. Then she was bent back on herself, her ankles shackles to the same posts as her wrists, forcing her backside up into the air. A finger pushing against her butthole, sliding in, more heat stabbing into her nerves. It squirmed and twisted inside of her, smearing the vicious stuff thickly of Anna. She wriggled around the tiny amount she could, shifting on the mattress, wishing she could go to the bathroom and wash it off. A hand slapped her crotch, and then Ma'am peeled off the thin surgical gloves she had been using to protect herself from the burning sauce. 'I will blindfold and gag you, and then leave you to your rest. And hopefully you will think twice before giving into your base desires in future.' She reached forward and stroked Anna's face, pushing her mouth open and pulling out the sodden panties. 'I'm... I'm sorry, ma'am.' It was hard thinking and talking over the pain still throbbing from her pussy and butt. 'Sshhh, Mistress Anna. Do not exert yourself further. Head up.' It strained her neck to lift her head, but she obeyed, a padded blindfold sliding over her eyes, before a thick rubber ball was pushed between her lips and buckled into place. 'Rest well, Mistress. And I do hope this position won't stimulate your excessively.' Anna could hear Ma'am walking out, the door clicking shut, leaving her in her burning agonies, pain still throbbing into her, the burning fuzz of the orgasm clouding her thoughts. Anna sat at her desk, trying to think her way through the work she had been set. They were hard exercises, especially with the distraction between her legs. She could feel the chastity belt, harsh and cruel against her thighs and hips, the soft and wet warmth of her pussy leaked away. All she wanted to do was touch herself! She mewled, a hand dropping beneath the desk and scratching against the metal. She could, just about, get the tip of a finger through it, enough that, if she strained her hips, she could feel, or imagine she felt, the slightest touch against her lips making her reel. But there was no way to get anything else through, to be able to properly touch herself and feel the pleasure of orgasm, the release and bliss! She clenched her thighs, feeling the warmth and softness there, locked away. Why wasn't she allowed to touch herself? It was so unfair! And now she was being checked regularly, even those light touches making her head reel. Having to sleep spreadeagled on the bed every night was uncomfortable as well, her legs spread wide, her juices seeping out despite the lack of touching, and the head maid's disapproving look every morning, before she was examined and then sealed back into the belt for the day. It had even changed her clothing - she was being dressed in longer skirts, so that others couldn't see the belt. She massaged her breast through her thin shirt, playing with it, enjoying the feeling even though her frustration was mounting. This was the closest she could get, and it felt good, but nowhere near as good as being able to actually touch herself properly. She groaned in frustration, feeling her passion mount, without being able to dispel it. She was a good girl, and she should be allowed to come, at least occasionally! The door opened with a clatter, two of the maids coming in, one carrying a hoover, the other a box of cleaning gear. Their black and white uniforms were slightly dirty, smutted with dust from whatever they had been cleaning, short skirts ending with a fringe of petticoats. She bet they didn't have to endure the agony of a chastity belt! Although cleaning didn't look much fun, even compared to the exercise she had been set. Why did she have to do all these number problems? They looked at her, then at each other, before coming in anyway. Anna spoke, trying to make her voice sound commanding, although her hand was on her crotch, and she could still feel the throbbing surge of her pussy sealed behind metal. 'I am busy, please don't distract me.' They ignored her, one of them plugging in the hoover, the other taking a feather duster and starting to brush it along the shelves. She brushed it over a small metal box that poked out from beneath several textbooks, and Anna flushed - she hadn't hidden it properly! The maid bent over to pick it up, revealing a bare backside and a shaved pussy, peeking out from beneath the ruffles. Anna squeaked and tried to stand, pushing the chair back. 'That's private, don't touch it!' Her command was ignored, the maid opening up the box, and squealing in delight as she pulled out a small vibrator. Anna flushed - she'd managed to smuggle it home without the head maid confiscating it, but it wasn't strong enough to get her off through the belt. If she was found with it, she'd be sure to be punished though! The maid took it out, and the long wire connecting it to the controller, before sliding it up, the egg buzzing into life. Even the sound, the electric brrrrrrrzzzz, made her feel horny! The one with the hoover smirked at her, shaking her head, a long black ponytail flicking about. 'Miss Anna, are you allowed such things?' 'I... Can do what I want! There's nothing wrong with it!' She stepped forward, reaching out for it, not wanting anyone else touching it, for all that she couldn't use it. The droning sucking of the hoover started up, air suddenly plucking at her skirt, pulling at the fabric and making her drop her hands to keep it under control. The maid with the vibrator held it against her own cheek, feeling how much it vibrated, as the maid with the hoover used it to poke and prod at her, having to speak loudly to be heard over the sound of it. Anna stumbled, falling to all fours, suddenly looking up a skirt, stocking-clad legs in front of her face. 'Does the young miss need cleaning?' Her skirt was flipped up and the hoover sucked at her thighs, a ring of force pulling on her flesh. Then it tapped against her chastity belt, with enough force to suck through the slit, the sensation making her head swim. 'Guhh...' Even that sensation was enough to make it hard to think, air rushing over her most sensitive part. It suddenly cut off, and she sagged down, unable to find the strength to stand up. One of the maids knelt in front of her, legs spread so that her own pussy was right in front of Anna's eyes, scent washing out and spiking her own lust. She whined at the sheer unfairness of it all - why wasn't she allowed to come? Why did she have to be locked behind metal? Her vision blurred behind tears, as a hand stroked her cheek. 'I think Mistress Anna's clothing looks a little dirty. We should collect it all and take it to the laundry.' The hoover switched off, and then hands yanked out her skirt, pulling it off. Still on all fours, she tried using one hand to keep it on, without success, her butt suddenly bare except for the belt. 'I heard that Mistress Anna can't control herself, so has to be locked away otherwise she'd do nothing but wank all day. Now, take off your top, it needs washing.' A foot poked at her legs. It wasn't fair that the maids got to wear their glossy leather heels around the house, when she had to take her shoes off or risk a paddling! Hands grabbed at her top and she tried protecting itself before she was pinched and tweaked enough, the shirt buttons coming undone and it was removed, leaving her naked except for her bra and chastity belt. 'Hey....aummmmpphhh...' Her cry of protest trailed off as the hoover pressed against the pee-slit in the belt again, the air rushing over her and making it hard to think. Just a little more! 'See what I mean? Our mistress is a horny slut. That's why the head maid has special therapy sessions with her, isn't that right?' A toe poked into her buttock as the suction was removed and she sagged downwards, denied release again. 'I'm... I'm precious! My body is special and perfect, and not to be sullied with such... base desires!' That was what the head maid told her, at least, but it didn't make it any easier to ignore the desperate, wet yearning between her legs. One of the maids was stood in front of her, her black mary-janes so shiny that Anna could see her own face there, stock-wrapped legs going upwards, garter-straps visible. 'A horny slut, more like! I've heard the groans you make and seen the mess you make of the sheets. At least before you were locked away.' Fingers brushed her backside, pulling on the metal, before breath puffed through the slit and she moaned. 'I... I can't help it! I'm not like you, you sluts, parading around with no knickers on!' She could see a bare slit, the skin freshly shaved, not far above her head. A hand spanked her bottom, but only lightly, careful not to leave a mark before grabbing her flesh, nails digging in. 'We're not allowed any!' The impact made Anna sigh, only adding to her excitement. 'You get to sit in here all day, while we have to do all the real work, and we get "assessed".' A hand grabbed her hair, pulling her upright, another hand grasping her throat. The tube of the hoover darted forward, sucking at a nipple, tone of the motor changing as the tube was sucked, her breast getting stretched out into the narrow tube and making her yelp. 'Bet you've never had to have clamps on your precious titties for a day, have you? Or get gagged and then get punished for dribbling onto a precious vase!' A foot tapped the chastity, making the metal shake against her, another notch of unfulfilled pleasure, making her groan even with the hand squeezing her neck. 'I think the "precious miss" needs to be taught a lesson.' Lips brushed her ear, before nibbling down, teasing the flesh. A fever was starting to overcome her, her body outside of her control, the heat strongest between her legs. 'I... I...' Anne bit her lip as the hoover was pulled back, releasing her breast before latching onto the other one, suckling at her sensitive nipple. 'Maauuuhhh...' She tried to force herself to do something - she was the mistress here, they were her staff, they should obey her - but her body refused to obey, her mouth slack, her thighs tensing and squirming in a futile attempt to get off. The hoover silenced itself, her flesh getting released as the grip tightened around her throat. Her breath was forced short, making her body even more sensitive, as teeth gripped her ear, a stab of pain that made her whimper. An electric buzzing sounded out, the maid holding up the vibrating egg. 'How come you're allowed things like this when you're locked away? We get forced to pleasure ourselves, and get punished if we can't do it, and we're not allowed anything to help with it!' She kissed it, then lifted her skirt and slid it into her pussy, gasping in delight as it slid into her. Anna mewled in annoyance - that was hers, she'd never had the change to use it, and now it was inside of someone else! And from the look on her face, it felt good. She could see juices slicking the maid's thighs, staining the tops of her stockings as she swayed, reaching out to lean on the wall before sinking to her knees, one hand keeping the egg securely held inside of her. The maid leaned forward and kissed Anna. Blackness started to creep in at the edge of her vision, her mouth now blocked as well, the maid's lips soft and sweet against her own, their tongue pushing between her lips. The grip on her neck loosened, and she was able to gulp in a breath. 'Don't hog it, I want a go!' |