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A Mistress and Her Maids
(Melissa DuVant)
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A Mistress and Her Maids Melissa DuVant Copyright © Melissa DuVant The right of Melissa DuVant to be identified as the
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invention. Table of Contents Chapter 1: A Soft and Hard Morning Young
Miss and Her Maid chapter 1: Gradings Are Received
Thank you to all my readers, and especially to anyone that enjoys the thought of an obediently submissive maid to command, use and abuse! Chapter 1: A Soft and Hard Morning Virginia stretched, feeling wakefulness start to flush through her, the blankets warm and heavy on her body. She rolled over, arms wrapped around herself, thin chemise letting her feel her body beneath. Running her fingers down her waist and over her stomach made butterflies start to dance lower down, a warmth tingling inside of her. When she was face down, she could feel her hair against her face, soft fluff making her feel relaxed and safe. She started to grind her hips against the firmness of the mattress, careful to be as quiet as possible, covering her mouth with one hand, the other moving between her legs. The metal band was there, the one she wore every single night, locked away her precious parts. Her fingers roamed around the edges, trying to slide around it, the curved metal denying her, too snug to squeeze even a finger-tip around. The slit down the center wasn't large enough to allow anything in either, edges scraping against her finger. Her hips started to move faster as the inner heat increased, her breathing getting faster, biting her own lip to stay silent. She tried to will the metal away, wanting it to simply vanish, so that she could touch herself, but it remained stubbornly in place. The sound of footsteps, and she froze, forcing herself to go limp, pretending to be asleep, hoping her forbidden stroking hadn't been seen. Wood rattled as the curtains were pulled open, sunlight drizzling onto her face, through her closed eyelids. 'Good morning, madame. Your bath has been readied.' The blankets were pulled away, cold morning air sliding over Virginia's body, jerking her into full wakefulness, as she moved her hands to above her waist, where she could be sure of not being punished. She rolled over, opening her eyes, blinking into the morning light. Stood over her was a woman, wearing the black-and-white uniform of a maid, a long river of sleek, black hair falling from her head. 'I hope you haven't been trying to do anything not permitted, madame. You know the consequences. Have you been doing anything you shouldn't?' She stared down at Virginia, her face a polite smile, Virginia gulping and hoping there wasn't a damp patch on the bed from where she had been trying to touch herself! 'No, Faith.' She tried to stare back, not wanting to give any sign she was lying, wriggling herself across the sheets to smear away any evidence as she got up. 'Very good, madame. I'm sure you've been a good girl. Time for your bath then.' Virginia shuffled to the edge of the bed, sticking her legs out so that Faith could slide slippers onto her feet, before standing up properly. She made sure to push her shoulders back, feeling her chemise shift over her breasts, keeping her posture as good as possible, before walking into the bathroom. She stretched her arms out, enjoying the feeling of the steamy air against her skin as her chemise was stripped off. Faith pressed up against her from behind, a bare hand reaching around to stroke over her chest, lightly cupping a breast, a thumb sliding over her nipple. Just the touch made her heart beat faster, the warmth between her legs flaring up again. Virginia placed her hands on her head, letting Faith kneel in front of her. She pulled on a chain around her neck, a key appearing from her cleavage, which was used to unlock the chastity belt, the metal pulling away, Virginia struggling not to gasp. 'You were shaved yesterday, so that isn't needed again.' Fingers stroked against her crotch, making Virginia's head spin, feeling herself loosen already. 'And you're nice and sensitive. Good. Now wash yourself.' Virginia stepped into the tub, rose-scented water sliding over her body. It was hard to wash herself without getting distracted - as she rubbed the soap over her chest, she could feel that her nipples were hard already! Faith began to clean Virginia's hair, rubbing scented oil into it, as Virginia washed herself, having to endure the agony of wiping down between her legs, feeling the surge of desire, unable to slake it. 'You're becoming such a refined young lady, it's a pleasure to watch you continue your education.' Virginia relaxed a little at that. She rubbed again, feeling the warmth of the water against her softness, trying to avoid slipping into a pleasurable trance. That would just get her punished, if Faith noticed! At least this time, Faith was washing her body herself, teasing and stroking beneath the water. The bath didn't take long, before Faith nodded in satisfaction and let Virginia stand up, the tub draining away as Virginia was toweled clean, the belt getting locked back into place. After that, it was her clothing - a tight corset over a chemise, an ankle-length hobble-skirt and elbow-length gloves, all in various shades of black. Knee-high boots with sturdy heels were pushed onto her feet, forcing her up a little, making her taller, even if they did strain her ankles and calves. She was still shorter than Faith though, much to her annoyance! 'Good. Charity attempted to slip her bonds overnight in an attempt to touch herself. I'm sure you agree that such behavior must be punished?' Virginia nodded, letting herself smile, her hands tightening up. 'Yes, absolutely. Naughty girls need to be chastised. May I be permitted to punish her?' 'You are the mistress of the house, so that is at your discretion. She should have dressed herself and be waiting in your study.' Their boots tapped against the tiled floors of the hallway, Virginia enjoying the sense of her presence rolling out through the hallways of the house - her house - as it stirred to life. A few times, she caught a glimpse of white-and-black costumes at corners or the far ends of hallways, as the maids hustled to their positions, mentally counting them off, trying to spot which was which. 'Signora Letizia is visiting soon, so I hope that you will be polite.' That sent a thrill of excitement through Virginia's body. Maybe this would be the time when the Signora allowed her to have the belt removed, permanently? Or to leave this place? But a lady was meant to be polite and restrained, so she simply nodded, trying to seem mature about it, despite the sudden pounding of her heart. 'I look forward to seeing her. Have the other maids been well-behaved?' 'Perhaps you could inspect their work? If there are any flaws, then delivering punishment is only correct, for a lady of your rank.' Virginia's eyes skimmed over the wood-paneled walls, seeking out any fleck of dust or other imperfection, anything that would give her an excuse to have one of the maids sent to the discipline room. Unfortunately, the wood was gleaming with a perfect amber sheen, careful hours of polishing and waxing paying off. There had to be something that one of them had done wrong! She kept her eyes sharp as they moved through the manor, trying to spot anything done in error, but everything seemed perfect. The silverware in the display cabinets was gleaming, while every statue and painting was bright and clean, every floral display fresh and vivid. It was better than living in dirty, squalid conditions, but did they have to be so good? It didn't take long to reach the study, Faith pushing the door open for her. Leather-bound books lined one wall - all the household accounts, stretching back years. Opposite was a large window, overlooking the manor grounds, lush and green, with farms and fields surrounding it. In one corner a young woman was stood, facing the wall with her hands on her head. Her maid uniform was shorter and tighter than Faith's - the skirt was short enough that her garter-belts could be seen, holding up stockings, above knee-high black leather boots, polished enough to be shiny and bright. A frilled choker was around her neck, the material not quite enough to hide the steel band beneath, a collar locked into place there, stamped with Virginia's family crest. Soft blonde hair was tied into twin ponytails, one on each side of her head. Faith placed a hand on Virginia's shoulder, speaking softly into her ear, so that the maid couldn't hear. 'She is yours to punish as you see fit. I look forward to seeing your efforts.' She gently pushed Virginia forward, as Virginia took a deep breath, trying to boost her own confidence as much as possible. She was Charity's mistress, and the maid had been naughty and needed punishing! And that would help with the dense, tight feeling of frustration between her legs, where she was warm and soft and unable to touch herself. 'The head maid tells me that you tried to slip your bonds and touch yourself. You know that is not permitted - do you have any reason for this?' As she approached, she took the chance to admire Charity's body - she had a slender waist and wide hips, and her buttocks could be seen beneath the lace hemming of her skirt, along a tiny shine from her own chastity belt. Charity tensed, shifting her hips, the movement making the skirt fluff to the side. Virginia slapped her hand forward, striking at the half-seen buttocks, trying to lean into the strike, enjoying the moment of impact, and the slight grunt of pain. 'Well? Do you have any reason for this? Any excuse?' Another spank, this one harder. 'No, Mistress! I just wanted to feel good!' Charity's tone was defiant, even though her grunts of pain were getting louder with each spank. 'That is not your choice to make!' She pressed herself against the woman from behind, hand squeezing a buttock hard, feeling an exhilarating rush from being able to exert her will on another. 'Over the desk. No delays, unless you want to be sent downstairs?' She could feel the shiver run through Charity's body, even more than that from the spanks. 'Good. Then get into position, and lift your skirt up.' Another spank, and then she stepped back, allowing Charity to move towards the desk, bending over and taking hold of her skirt. It barely covered her to start with, and now her butt was nice and tight, fully displayed, a metal band coming between her legs and then disappearing between her clothing. A metal ring was visible, keeping her buttocks spread and giving access to the dark knot of her asshole. It was Virginia's turn to shiver, able to feel the same device locked around her body. But at least now she could have some fun punishing Charity! She just had to decide what to use - and Faith was looking at her keenly, making her feel nervous and awkward. All the implements she needed were in a vase, and she selected a paddle, the head covered with sharp ridges. The wooden grip was smooth in her head, before she tapped it against Charity's ass. 'While you are in my employ, then you will follow the rules. You know that you are not allowed to touch yourself.' If she wasn't allowed to get off herself, then she definitely wasn't going to let the staff have any pleasure! 'I will have your mouth sealed, except for meals, for a week. Is this understood?' She swung the paddle, trying to do it like how Faith had taught how - using her wrist, making a single, smooth motion and slapping it all the way forward. It struck across both buttocks, Charity yelping in pain and tensing up, rising up on her toes from the force of impact. Another strike, Virginia trying to hit the same place as before, able to see red-speckled skin where she had hit. 'I asked you a question, Charity.' A third strike, then a fourth, the woman's butt getting increasingly red. 'Oww! Yes, Lady Virginia.' 'Cherish your words, as soon you will be denied them.' Virigina tried to keep her voice cool and collected, like when Faith was disciplining the maids, although it was hard when she could feel her own excitement, body heating up beneath the corset and hobble-dress. 'How many more is it?' She jabbed with the paddle, poking it against tenderized ass-meat. 'Seven, Lady Virigina!' It was a little disappointing that Charity hadn't lied, giving an excuse to punish her more! But it still felt good to beat her, pale ass turning increasingly bright red, Charity's gasps getting louder and louder as the pain increased. After ten, darker bruises were starting to form where the ridges had bitten into skin, and when Virginia touched it, she could feel the hotter skin. 'Stand up and turn around.' Charity obeyed, squeaking with pain again as her skirt dropped back down, against her soft and bruised skin. Her eyes were damp with tears, although she was managing to stand up straight. Virginia stared her down, enjoying the tearful eyes, and the way that Charity wouldn't meet her gaze. 'Isn't there something that you should say?' 'Mhhh... Thank you, Lady Virginia, for teaching me. I will strive to do better.' 'Good girl. Open wide while I fetch your gag.' The hobble-skirt forced her into tiny steps over towards a cabinet, to fetch a gag, and then walk back, but at least that gave her time to arrange all the straps and buckles that came out of the leather ball. Charity hadn't moved, her mouth open as a pink, wet hole, hands behind her back, eyes following Virginia's movements. 'It seems that punishments make you more obedient - perhaps this should be done more often?' She held herself up straight - not that the corset gave much of a choice - before pushing the gag into place, glad of the gloves she wore when little flecks of dribble splashed out. 'If you soil your uniform, then Faith will punish you. So do be careful!' She reached down, between Charity's legs, tapping her fingers against the metal belt. 'And this will stay on, even when sleeping. I think you can endure it for a week.' A soft mumble came from behind the gag, the ball large enough that Charity couldn't make any coherent noises. The leather straps were held in place with buckles and padlocks, ensuring that the gag couldn't be removed without the key. 'Good girl. And don't be naughty again - I'm sure you wouldn't want to have to work with a hobble-chain? Or being hooded?' 'Mphhh.' 'You are dismissed, Charity.' The maid turned and left, her red ass visible beneath her dress as she walked towards the door, Virginia smiling with satisfaction, enjoying the sight of the bruised skin. Charity always was pushing her luck - and she'd only been here a few weeks, so hadn't fully adjusted to her position. At least she wasn't fighting back anymore! Apparently it had taken several other maids to tie her to her bed each night, at least to start with. That had earned her a visit downstairs, after which her behavior had improved. Virginia moved around the large desk and sat down, ignoring the way her outfit poked and restricted her. The chair was plush and well-padded, leather-covered cushions easily taking her weight, Faith taking her usual place in front of the desk, ready to go through the business of the day. As Virigina settled into position and stretched her legs out, her foot encountered something soft. She stifled a sound of surprise, trying to look down without bending her body. In the dark space beneath the desk, she saw white frills, a woman's face grinning up at her, a finger pressed against her lips. Prudence! What was the woman doing here? She was one of the better-trained maids, and occasionally impish, but hadn't been this bold before! She wriggled herself closer, Virginia able to feel her as a warm and soft weight against her legs, a hand reaching up the inside of her hobble-skirt and tickling along her skin beneath, making her bite her lip to keep from gasping. 'The rents have been collected from the Eastwood farms.' Virginia reached out, straining a little to pull open a heavy drawer and taking out a fat leatherbound tome, made even fatter by a huge number of receipts, bills and other stray pieces of paper stuck between the pages. She opened it up to the most recent page, just as Prudence's finger poked into the back of her knee, making her leg tense up. 'Are you feeling alright, Virginia?' She must have made some noise - Virginia tried to wriggle herself out of the probing, stroking fingers, but they were now firmly lodged beneath the long skirt, twisting and bundling it into all sorts of odd shapes. The touches were warm and gentle, and impossible to ignore - especially when nails started to prickle and slide along her thighs. 'Yes, Faith. Just hoping that Charity won't keep misbehaving.' 'Such is to be hoped. She has a fine figure, and came recommended, but she seems to need adjustment. Still, it is good to see that your technique has come along so well! And you managed to command with admirable poise.' Virginia blushed at the praise - and the sensation of the stroking, probing fingers, one hand withdrawing, a moment before she felt her boot loosen, then get pulled down. She sat up straight, trying to pull away, but a hand was already stroking over her shin, then her foot, and then over the sole of her foot. There was no way to escape, even through the soft and gentle touches made her want to shiver and giggle! If Faith were to notice then they would both be in trouble - and there would be no chance of asking for the belt to be removed. Despite the constant distraction, she managed to force herself to stillness, as Faith took out her own journal and started to recite the amounts collected, Virginia copying them into the master accounts books, totting them up as she went. Beneath the table, the tickle-torture continued, the pleasurable agony getting more and more intense, Virginia's breathing starting to fray as she fought the urge to pant. She didn't even dare kick at the maid too hard - if she were discovered, they'd both be punished! Instead she had to endure Prudence's torture, forced to keep her breathing to shallow panting, blinking away tears, keeping her mouth tightly shut. How many numbers were there? It seemed to stretch on for an infinity, pen scratching over the page, her grip on it so tight that her knuckles hurt. Throughout, she was always on the edge of bursting out into an uproar of giggles, constantly trying to twist her foot away from the sly, clever fingers, without success. 'You seem a little distracted today - perhaps delivering punishment has tired you out?' The tickling stopped, Virginia sagging in the seat, whispering a silent prayer as the boot was slid back into place, protecting her foot again. 'Lunch, and then your posture lessons. You move with admirable grace, but there is always room for improvement. And I have scheduled several of the maids as well, as they have been somewhat slovenly of late.' 'Yes, Faith.' She took a moment to collect herself before she could stand up, making her way around the table, trying not to stagger or limp. That cheeky brat of a maid! Virginia's back and legs ached, stiff and sore from the constant strain on her body caused by the posture practice. Every step had to be precise and correct, otherwise Faith would be displeased! Although she had gotten off lightly compared to the maids - they'd both had to endure the whip, slicing through the air and leaving brutal red marks on their soft skin. It was their own fault though - they just needed to learn how to walk properly, with a grace and dignity becoming of their position. Still, she held herself upright, trying to look calm and confident as she enjoyed the view, verdant green gardens to one side, the long drive up to her mansion in front of her, several carriages moving closer. The maids were all lined up, ready to serve, their uniforms crisp and neat. Anything less would be an insult to Signora Letizia, and something that would get Virginia in trouble! Just to make the point, one of the maids was tied to a whipping-post, her arms roped to each end of the cross-piece, stripped naked and gagged - just in case she needed to relieve the strains of travel. The carriages crunched over the gravel, rolling to a stop, a smartly-dressed young women serving as the driver. Tight trousers showed off tight, toned calves, while there was a bright and shiny metal collar around her neck, with a vividly red jacket drawing the eye, and emphasizing her hips and breasts. The door opened, Signora Letizia stepping out, Virginia smiling back, while trying to emulate the woman's poise and grace. She moved with an easy elegance, her long skirts shifting a little as she walked, showing off shiny black leather beneath, silver etched onto the black. Her figure was a perfect hourglass as she made the tiniest adjustment to her hair, before pulling on a leash. Despite her clothing covering her entirely, even her hands in gloves, the grace and beauty of her body was impossible to ignore. Around her neck was a thin silver chain, holding almost a dozen rings, all of different styles. Another figure emerged from the carriage - a little taller than Letizia, but that was mostly due to ballet-heels, forcing her to stand on her toes. She was dressed in a tight hobble-dress, forcing her to take tiny footsteps, and her arms were bound behind her back in a leather sack, while a smooth black panel covered her mouth, and her breasts were bare. She jerked backwards, trying to twist away from the leash, Letizia using it to keep pulling the woman forward. 'Lady Virginia, a pleasure to see you!' She smiled as she approached, spreading her arms wide and giving Virginia a hug. 'I've been reading every letter you sent me. And it looks as though your household is being well-kept - a credit to your skills, I'm sure.' 'Thank you for saying so, Signora.' Letizia kissed her on each cheek, leaving a soft, warm imprint before standing back, looking Viriginia up and down. 'Excellent! You are sure to be successful as a debutante. It is sad that your parents died so young and you became my ward, but I'm sure that they would be proud of what you have become. A beautiful and chaste young lady!' That word sent a pulse of energy into Virginia's crotch, making her squirm her legs together beneath her dress, feeling warm and loose there. When would she be allowed to remove the cruel, binding metal? She smiled back, genuinely happy to see Letizia despite the belt. 'A table has been laid out, if you wish to eat?' 'It's been too long since I've had the pleasure of Faith's baking! That sounds excellent.' They started to walk, arm-in-arm, Letizia pulling roughly on the leash to force the gagged woman along, as she strained to keep up. 'This wretch is being something of a nuisance - the daughter of a merchant, and I've been requested to teach her appropriate style and elegance before her wedding. She simply refuses to obey though! A shame, given she has a lovely figure.' There was a whine of protest from behind the gag, Virginia ignoring it as they moved to sit down in the garden, maids scurrying to pull chairs out, a tray of tea and cake appearing. Letizia tied the leash to a heavy post, securing the woman before sitting down herself. 'You really have become an impressive young woman! To be able to run a household is a key skill - and enforcing discipline a vital part of that.' She sipped her tea, dark eyes staring at Viriginia over the cup, both of them ignoring the gagged gasps and groans coming from the woman. 'I've heard that your training is working well on the new Charity. I'll take the old one back with me - a shame she couldn't live up to the expectations placed on her, let's just hope that the new one is better behaved. But most of your household has been with you for quite some time - Prudence and Hope have both been with you for years, have they not? One of them would seem suitable to be your personal maid when you travel.' 'Prudence, I think. She has shown that she has the necessary skills.' And it would be a good chance to get her back for the earlier tickle-torture! Dress her up in the tightest corset possible and parade her around like that. 'I will leave it to your judgement. But you are still young, and I want to be sure that Faith has imparted you with all the skills that you need to succeed. I will be staying for a week - in that time, I want you to demonstrate everything that you have been taught. Should I deem it appropriate, then it will be time for your introduction to society. And I'm sure that you'd appreciate the opportunity to have the belt removed!' A surge of heat made Virginia shiver, her thighs tightening around the belt, so tense that she could feel it digging into her skin. 'Yes, Signora
Letizia.' Letizia chuckled. 'It can get rather frustrating, can't it? I remember when I was your age, and had to endure being locked away. But it is needed to make a proper young lady of you. And when your parents passed, both so tragically young, I became your guardian. When I introduce you to society, I want to be sure that you will do them, and me, proud.' She played with the necklace of rings, making them clack together. 'I wonder how many proposals you will gather? You certainly shouldn't settle for the first!' Her carriage-driver approached, carrying a large travel case and putting it down next to Letizia. 'I've had this commissioned for you as well. Everything that a lady might need to discipline her servants as they travel.' She opened it up, revealing wonderfully shiny leather inside, a variety of ropes, straps, whips, leashes and more, all new and artfully made, with Virginia's family crest carefully engraved onto the handles and grips. 'You may begin by punishing this one.' She pulled on the leash, forcing the woman on the other end to stagger around, tottering on her heels. 'Don't feel like you need to go easy on her - I want to toughen her up.' She handed the leash over to Virginia, then leaned back in her chair, sipping her tea as she started to watch. Virginia had to pull hard on the leash to make the woman move, but once motion had started, then momentum took over, the heels forcing them into a stagger, which Virginia took full advantage of, to pull her over to the whipping posts. It was easy to reach up and tie the leash to the post, and that gave her a chance to feel the woman's body - beneath the heavy leather dress, she felt study enough, and the way she kept pulling on the leash, grumbling through the gag, indicated that she was awake and aware. She looked at Virginia, face blushing red before trying to turn away. Virginia reached out and grabbed a breast, as hard as she could, using that as leverage to keep the woman facing her. 'It seems that you need to learn to obey?' She used her other hand to reach for the woman's hip, finding the cord that held the hobble-skirt in place and loosening it, letting the leather shape fall around the woman's ankles. Slender legs appeared, along with a bare cunt, with only a few signs of abuse. 'You are in no position to resist, but it seems you need to be reminded of appropriate behavior.' More whines and grumbles came from behind the gag, as the woman tried to move away, the leash tightening around her neck until she reached the limit of her movements. She was probably heavier than Virginia - at least, it was hard to keep her in place through strength alone - but with the collar and armbinder, there was no chance of her getting free. The sight of the bare pussy annoyed her. It wasn't fair that this woman wasn't locked into chastity! That would be somewhere to punish. But all of the woman's soft curves seemed ripe for hurting. She slapped her hand against a breast, enjoying the feeling of impact and the slight gasp of pain, before turning to look at what was in the box. Letizia was still watching her, a faint smile on her face, not saying anything. Virginia's nervousness increased - she had to do well, to enforce her will onto this woman, if she ever wanted the belt removed! And that meant acting swiftly and decisively. Her hand settled on a paddle, one side covered with metal spikes, gleaming in the sunlight as she lifted it up. It was perfectly sized for her hand, and she gave it a few swings through the air, feeling the satisfying weight of it. When she returned to the bound woman, she held it up, enjoying the spark of fear in their eyes. Another swing through the air produced a satisfying whimper of fear, before she slapped it against a breast, the spikes jabbing and leaving red impact marks. 'Signora Letizia says that you are new - but you will learn.' She tried to sound bored, as though this was something she did every day, even though her heart was pounding. 'Obedience and submission will make your life go much less painfully.' Each strike was leaving painful-looking scratch-marks on the soft breasts, the woman's breathing getting faster and faster. 'You have a nice figure - perhaps you could become a maid?' She leaned into the next strike, slapping the spikes down right onto the front of a breast, as tears started to form in the woman's eyes. 'You don't seem to be trying to get away as much now - I hope you're going to be a good girl and learn to obey first.' It was hard keeping her voice even, but she didn't want to betray any weakness. 'Spread your legs, or I'm going to hurt you more.' It was important to be firm with new girls, to let them know where they stood! She raised the paddle again, smiling at the sight of all the welt-marks she was leaving behind. There was a moment of hesitation, before Virginia swung the paddle again, this time targeting a nipple, putting her weight behind the strike. Even through the gag, she could hear the moan of pain, the woman obeying and spreading her legs. 'Good girl. Obey faster, and you won't have to be hurt.' She tapped the paddle against the belly-curves, before looking down, at the woman's bare pussy. Her lips were a little loose, letting Virginia grab one and pull, enjoying the sense of control and power as she exposed the woman even more. 'You're not yet ready to serve, if you need to be restrained like this.' She stroked at the exposed cunt, fascination and jealousy flowing through her, trying to watch to see where the woman was most sensitive. She could feel a reaction there, especially when she pushed a finger inwards, pussy-walls tightening around it, despite the woman's dryness. She leaned over and then spat, trying to angle herself to hide this from Letizia. That made it easier to pull her finger back and forth though, listening as the whines and gasps got louder. Melissa DuVant writes a variety of BDSM-inspired stories, such as Digital Slave and is one of the co-writers of the St Michael's University setting. When not writing, she is generally planning RPG campaigns, reading or cooking. Young Miss and Her Maid Chapter 1: Gradings Are Received The young and beautiful Miss Anna is
protected and nurtured by her head maid, who is determined to raise her as a
pure and proper young woman. Locking her in chastity and keeping her from
climaxing, and punishing her whenever she tries to touch herself, Anna's lust
grows stronger and stronger, as she is prepared for her final fate. 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 misbehave, 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. |