A Maid's Tale

.This is kind of a long story (12,000+ words) but I hope you will stick with it to the end. The story would also not have been possible if not for the inspiration that I recieved from slave-maid.


Fiona could feel his steel like gaze penetrate her as she scrubbed the cold tile bathroom floor with the hard brush. She knew he was judging her work and she felt nervous that he would find a spot she had missed. She so wanted him to be pleased with her.

Her eyes scanned the floor just as his eyes scanned her naked body. She could feel his gaze linger on her firm backside as it wobbled side to side with each stroke of the brush she made. Her legs were slightly open and she knew he could see her pussy, she felt a jolt of excitement run through her body. She loved being on show for him as she cleaned.

He looked at her and then at the floor where she had scrubbed. She had done a good job, obviously she was learning fast. Maybe he would even allow her to wear her maid uniform soon, just the uniform of course, underwear was not allowed, she had to be at his beck and call at all times for whatever took his fancy.

Fiona scrubbed a patch of the floor and moved on. She had been down on her hands and knees for twenty minutes so far, but it was worth the pain she felt in her joints to have Sir Henry pleased with her again.

She owed him so much, much more then she could ever repay. He had taken her from the misery of her marriage, got her away from a husband who had neglected her for years, helped her escape from the boredom and frustration of her life and given her a new one with him. At the age of forty-one she could finally start living again.

Yet despite all he had done for her, she had let him down. She was the live-in maid, her job was to serve Sir Henry, and she had to submit to his every whim. He had told her to clean the bathroom which she had eagerly done but much to her horror he had found a spot she had missed…

“Fifi” It was the name given to her when she first came into Sir Henry’s service, he had decided that Fiona was not a fitting name for a maid and bestowed a more fitting one upon her. Fiona had not resisted. “Get in here, now!” She felt a chill go down her spine as she heard the tone of Sir Henry’s voice. It was hard and angry.

“Is something wrong Sir? How may I serve you?” she spoke hesitantly, in her mind she was running over thoughts to try and find what she could have done to upset him. Her stomach was in ****s and her heart raced.

“Fifi, I told you to clean the bathroom did I not?” he turned his dark eyes onto her and Fiona lowered her gaze to the floor and bowed her head in submission.

“You did Sir, and I did as I was told like a good maid” she said softly

“Fifi, I do not like to be lied to!” his voice rose and became growling. Sir Henry was a very caring man but also very strict. Fiona had learned that soon after entering his employment.

“Sir… I… I do not lie” Fiona felt her cheeks redden and her stomach turn over, his eyes looked deep into her.

“Then why, Fifi, why did I find a dirty spot on the floor you say you cleaned?”

Fiona felt his strong hand grab her arm and he pulled her roughly across the room towards the toilet. A myriad of thoughts ran through her head, how could she have missed a spot? How could she disappoint Sir Henry like that? Shame ran through her.

“There, got down on your knees and look carefully!”

Fiona fell to her knees at his feet and bowed her head down, she looked but couldn’t see anything, and panic grew within her mind.

“Do you see it?” his tone was harsh and made Fiona jump.

“I don’t see anything Sir” she said quietly, shyly.

“Then look closer” he shoved her head down until her nose almost touched the floor and then she saw what his sharp eyes had. There was a small mark of dust she had over-looked.

“I am so sorry Sir, I… I can’t explain” she was lost, couldn’t find the right words, her whole body tensed and her mouth refused to let the words come. Sir Henry cut her off.

“I don’t want excuses Fifi!” he snapped and she flinched “This will not do at all, come with me!”

Fiona followed behind Sir Henry, she felt ashamed of herself and weak. She knew what was to come and knew she deserved it, now she just had to steel herself.

She was lead into the living room, trailing behind Sir Henry she held herself in check with much difficulty, inside she was a mess. Once inside he stopped and turned to face her. He was an older gentleman, in his mid fifties but still handsome and trim. Before he took early retirement he had made his fortune in the financial world and he used that money to fund his current comfortable lifestyle.

“I am very disappointed in you Fifi” he said looking her over, she couldn’t meet his eyes, her head was bowed low “I bring you here, give you a new life as my maid, give you this lovely uniform to wear”

He stopped again and admired her dress. It was a French maid uniform, black and white with a frilly shirt. It clung to Fiona’s body tightly; she wore nothing underneath it meaning whenever she bent over her naked legs, ass and pussy were on show.

“And you don’t even do a simple thing like clean my floor when I tell you to” he shook his head and tuted, making Fiona feel more ashamed of herself for displeasing him “I think its time you learned your lesson!”

“Yes, Sir” Fiona said quietly, resigned to her fate.

“Remove your uniform; you don’t deserve to wear it”

Fiona felt like sobbing but held it back. Her uniform was a symbol of her position within the house. When she was made to remove it she felt lost, in the house without a place. It was not something she liked. Her natural submissiveness took over and she removed the uniform without complaint or question, it slid down her body, her modest breasts exposed first and then the rest of her. She stood naked before Sir Henry.

He shook his head as he looked at her. Her nipples were already hard and pointed, just obeying his commands was enough to turn her on and arouse her, and it was something he much enjoyed about her.

“Fifi, this is for your own good, now hold out your hands”

Fiona didn’t look up at him but she felt the hard metal of the handcuffs wrap around her thin wrists. He always did this when she was to be punished, it was a physical reminded of her bondage to him. She felt herself grow wetter and more aroused despite herself.

“Now turn and bend over Fifi.” This was a command, his voice was hard.

Fiona obeyed instinctively, turning she bent at the waist and placed her cuffed hands onto the sofa, palms flat on the seat, and waited for it to begin.

Sir Henry waited, making Fiona wonder when the first smack would come. It was the waiting that was worse then the actual punishment. He was strict but never so much so that damaged her. That was not the point of punishment, he wanted her to learn not be hurt.

Smack

The thin bamboo cane he carried came down on her firm right buttock, making her wince and stinging sensations grow on her skin. The cane was for this very purpose. It was not very useful as a walking aide, too thin and bendable, but as a tool for delivering swift and memorable punishment it was perfect.

Smack

Again the cane cut through the air with a swish and landed on her buttock after a short pause. Fiona gasped as she felt the stinging pain shoot up her spine then fade away, the warmth from the area remained however.

Smack

This one landed on the left cheek but with the same result, a sharp sting and then a soft and constant heat which grew with each additional smack that a strong swing of his arm delivered.

Smack

Back to the right cheek this time, a thin red line rose and then faded on her skin. Fiona clenched her hands and fought the urge to pull away from the cane as she heard another swish and a sting on her left buttock. In her mind she knew she deserved this, needed him to be strict with her. She could feel nothing but a desire to have him enter her and dominate her as the cane came down on her again for a final stroke.

Smack

Sir Henry spanked Fiona a total of five times with his cane, no marks were left on her but she could feel the stinging pain where each had landed mix into a general burning sensation. It would be a good reminder to be much more careful before she declared she had finished her duties in future.

“Now, Fifi. Go back into the bathroom and actually clean the floor!”

Fiona straightened her back but kept her head hung, she couldn’t even look at him right now, her shame at disappointing him was too great, she would make up for it now, would clean the floor until it was spotless.

“Yes Sir, thank you for being so lenient with me, though I don’t deserve it, Sir” she said and quickly curtsied to him before rushing off to the bathroom to start her work again…

That had been twenty minutes ago. Fiona had been thinking about her punishment and scrubbing the floor naked, her hands still in cuffs limiting her movements, since he had finished delivering it. She took much more care this time and she was glad that Sir Henry was watching her work; his gaze on her naked body made her work harder, be more careful, and aroused her more.

Finally she was finished. Fiona looked carefully over the shining floor, making sure she had not missed anything, if she had then Sir Henry would not be so gentle again.

“Finished?” his voice came from just behind her and Fiona swallowed before she answered

“Yes Sir, I believe you will be pleased”

She waited for his answer, her heart beating madly in her chest and her breath catching in her throat. She was on her knees at his feet and could feel his presence towering over her, the sense of domination that she got from having his shadow cast over her naked body drove her wild with desire.

Sir Henry smiled as he looked down upon his live-in maid. He loved the power he had over her; she was more then just his servant. She was his willing ************. She would not object to anything he ordered of her, would submit to his whim without question. He had always been a dominant type of person, it had served him well in the business world, made him a fortune, and now it served him well in his personal life too.

“You have missed something Fifi” he said menacingly and Fiona felt faint, her body shook “Turn around”

Slowly she spun on her knees; her eyes were welling up with tears. How could she miss something again? She couldn’t have, but Sit Henry knew best!

Fiona slowly raised her eyes up from Sir Henry’s feet. Up his legs and once her sight got up to his crotch she knew what she had missed. A smile of relief came over her face, the corners of her lips curled up and a sense of relief calmed her rapid heartbeat.

Sir Henry’s cock stood erect, pointing at her face strong and proud. He had unzipped his trousers and removed it while she was cleaning the floor. Watching her naked body glide along, hands cuffed and breasts hanging and swaying as she moved the brush had made him very aroused.

“I think it needs to be cleaned Fifi” he smiled down at her as she nodded her head eagerly

“Yes Sir” she said quickly and lifted her bound hands wrapping her fingers around the shaft of his cock near the base, gently rubbing it as she moved forwards on her knees and kissed the head gently, her tongue flicking over his sensitive skin as her lips closed around it.

Fiona pursed her lips and kissed the head of Sir Henry’s cock several times, she treated it as a long lost lover, gently caressing it and placing little calculated licks here and there, designed to bring the maximum pleasure.

Sir Henry looked down into Fiona’s submissive brown eyes, his strong penetrating gaze overwhelming her own tentative one. She liked him to look deep into her as she pleased him; it made her feel connected to him.

She closed her wet lips around the head of his cock again and this time began to slide her mouth forward, taking more of his hardness into her mouth’s warm embrace. Her tongue slid along the underside of his shaft and then began to swirl around it, cleaning him like she would a thin vase with a cloth.

Sir Henry groaned a little as Fiona began to suck gently on his cock, her tongue glided up and down his shaft and her lips tightly clung to it as she moved her head back and focused back on the sensitive head. Her hands held the base of his cock softly and made small rocking movements; just enough to add more sensations to her sucks and licks.

Fiona heard his groan and felt a great sense of pleasure herself. Just pleasing him made her happy; she had even had an orgasm herself just from bringing him to the point of release before.

She began to move her tongue faster, licking him more urgently after the initial tenderness that she had shown. It was something she had learned he liked from many times pleasing him. He liked her to start gentle, submissively touching him and feeling out his desires then when she knew his feelings to become gradually more confident in her quest to please him.

Sir Henry leaned his head back and thrust his hips forwards, his cock sliding deeper into Fiona’s mouth, the head moving towards her throat before he stopped and moved it back towards her lips. She allowed him to use her like this, just kept her lips closed around his cock and her head still while he began to thrust back and forth.

“Remove your hands” he said as his hands entangled in her hair. He wanted complete control over how he used her mouth, he would dictate the pace of his thrusts, would control the depth that he shoved his cock to in her mouth or throat, she was here on her knees to bring him the pleasure he wanted and nothing more. Not that Fiona wanted it any other way; she was overjoyed to be totally submissive to such a strong and dominant man.

His pace gathered, his cock sinking in and then pulling out of her mouth. Fiona sucked him on each forwards thrust he made, her tongue flicking and lips clinging to the cock she loved so much. Her hands hung down between her thighs, fingers gently rubbed against her clit as her mouth was used by Sir Henry, it was one of the benefits he allowed her while she satisfied him

His strong hands began to move Fiona’s head, his own hips stopping their thrusts. She let go of herself and allowed him to manipulate her for his pleasure, her head bobbing back and forth and his cock glistening with her saliva.

“Yes Fifi, clean it like a good little maid” Sir Henry growled as he forced her head forwards, his cock sliding deep into her mouth and the head touching her throat. Fiona relaxed and allowed him as much access as she could manage; training had given her good control over her throat and dulled her gagging impulse.

Fiona moaned as he spoke to her, her own fingers were now rubbing the little hard nub that was her clit forcefully as her mouth was used to please the man who dominated her whole life. She could feel his cock throbbing and twitching as she sucked and played with it. His strong hands, entangled in her hair moved her at a fast pace along the shaft.

“Harder” he said as his hips once again began to drive his cock forwards. Fiona sucked him harder, obeying his command as she always did. Her cheeks caved in as she sucked him, her tongue rubbing along his cock’s bulbous head and her breath coming quickly through her nose.

Fiona felt her knees ache from kneeling on the hand floor but ignored the pain, she was being treated by Sir Henry to suck his cock and intended to enjoy every second of it. His pace was frantic, his cock emerging from between her lips and then sinking back into the depth of her mouth just as quickly, each time she would suck and lick him he treated her to the sound of his deep voice groaning with pleasure.

Sir Henry groaned and held Fiona’s head tightly between his hands; his cock was half way in her mouth, a few inches protruded from her lips. She was looking up at him, her eyes full of love and desire and submission to him. She knew what was to come next, she’d felt it building for some time.

The first squirt of his orgasm splashed a blob of sticky, salty cum onto the back of her tongue. He grunted as another was released, this one landing more on her taste bubs giving her whole mouth the taste of his offering.

Fiona swallowed and felt another dribble of his cum. She savoured the taste; he had offered it to her and she would gladly accept, would willingly allow him to deposit his seed in any place he wished within her body or on it.

Finally his cock stopped twitching and the flow of cum ceased. Fiona rolled the last remains around her mouth and then swallowed it as Sir Henry removed his cock from between her lips and looked down at her lovingly. He patted her head and caressed his hand over her cheek, a sign of his affection for her. Fiona felt great pride and love as he did so.

She looked at his cock and saw it glistened with her spit and the last remains of his cum, without thinking she took it back into her mouth and licked it clean, making sure to get all his own fluids off before she released it again and smiled up at him from her knees.

“You did a good job Fifi, now I think I shall take dinner at seven pm tonight” he said and tucked his limp cock back into his trousers before turning to exit the bathroom.

“Yes Sir” she said looking at the clock and getting to her feet to begin preparing dinner. With her hands still cuffed it would take a little longer then usual.


Part 2:

The kitchen was hot and a thin sheen of sweat had formed all over Fiona’s naked body. The hand cuffs which had been part of her punishment for not doing her duty and cleaning the kitchen floor to Sir Henry’s satisfaction had made preparing his dinner a more laborious task then usual, but she had managed.

Now it was time to serve. He was already at the table awaiting his meal but Fiona had to serve it in the correct way. She looked at the clock, it showed 6:55pm and she began to prepare.

Getting a cloth she wiped her naked body down, removing the sweat that had accumulated from checking the oven and rushing around preparing the food. It glided down her smooth skin, not bad for forty-one, and removed the moisture. Sir Henry didn’t like his maid to be damp while she served his dinner.

Finally dried off Fiona replaced the towel and went to get the tray she would serve his food upon. It was cool to the touch, the metal felt good on her hands as she placed it down on the counter and took the collar that attacked to it via a chain in her hands, unclasping it and raising the leather circle to her neck. She wrapped it around and buckled the small cuff with a little difficulty behind her head, letting her hair cover it once she had done so.

Next were the clamps. Fiona looked at each and a small thrill ran through her body. She reached up to her chest and tweaked first her right and then her left nipple. The small nubs hardened quickly, standing erect. She hesitated for only a moment then took the first of the clamps in her hand; she snapped the metal together between her fingers and felt her crotch grow wetter as the quiet metallic ***** sounded.

Fiona raised the clamp and placed it over her right nipple, her fingers still holding the clasp open, she adjusted it a little, pushing it against her skin so her whole nipple and more of the surrounding flesh would be pinched between each metal bar, then she released the clasp and it quickly snapped down on her.

A flair of pain shot out from her clamped nipple. The small nub felt like it was on fire as the metal dug in and held tight but Fiona didn’t cry out or even groan. A small mile came over her face, she was doing this for Sir Henry, and he had ordered her to serve his dinner in this fashion since she first arrived at his home as the live-in maid.

A second later Fiona attached the second clamp to her left nipple, again the pain flared, her nipple stung and her skin puckered around the clamp but she just focused on serving. She had to check they were attached properly. With a held breath Fiona pulled the chains that hung from the clamps on her nipples. A sharp pain followed but the clamps remained attached, her nipples stretched away from her body.

With all three chains secure, one going from her neck and one from each stinging nipple, Fiona began to attach them to the tray. The chain from her neck attached to the middle and each nipple’s chain went to the corner, combined they held the tray steady as it lay horizontally from her waist.

Another check on the time and it was time to serve the first course. Fiona picked up the bowl of soup she had prepared for Sir Henry and placed it on the try with a spoon. The added weight of the filled bowl made the tray heavier and the chains on her nipples tugged. She felt her skin stretch, her sensitive nubs cried out in protest and she grimaced a little but quickly regained her composure as she walked, naked, out of the kitchen and into the dinning room.

“Thank you Fifi” Sir Henry said as his maid placed the bowl of soup before him and stood back waiting for him to finished so she may remove it once more.

He admired her naked form. Had a small smile as he saw her reddening nipples, the small clamp cutting off the blood to them and holding what was there already. His eyes went down from Fiona’s breasts to her crotch as he spooned soup into his mouth. He felt a stirring in his crotch looking at her naked form. She worked for him without pay and conditions, which was the deal. Her rewards for her service were simple. She got a very good room to stay in and the benefits of his attention when he felt in the mood to have her, much like he had that afternoon. The feeling was returning now.

Fiona waited as Sir Henry ate his soup. She could feel his eyes on her and it made her stomach fill with butterflies. She always felt the same when he gave her attention like this. Her nipples stung, the weight of the tray alone was enough to pull them slightly but it was a good stinging, a dull ache that made her aroused.

He finished and Fiona stepped forwards to remove his bowl, placing it once again upon the tray and feeling her nipples pulled by its weight on the clamps. She walked back to the kitchen and could feel Sir Henry’s eyes follow her all the way, focused on her naked swaying backside. She loved feeling the attention.

Next course was the main. This consisted of a plate of lamb chops and vegetables with a glass of wine. Once it was all on the tray and she had taken a second or two to adjust to her nipples being stretched once more, Fiona took his meal to Sir Henry.

His eyes watched her all the way from the door. He admired her form as she walked, her breasts pulled down by the weight of the tray and her hands still cuffed together resting down over her crotch. She moved gracefully but carefully, each step she took was measured and small. He felt his cock stir once more in his pants at seeing her so submissively serve him his meal.

“Your next course Sir, I do hope it is to your liking” Fiona said as she placed the plate and glass down on the table before him. The shiny dark mahogany almost reflected her back.

“Thank you Fifi” he said with a smile and began to cut his meat and dine once more.

Sir Henry took his time, chewing over each piece carefully, thoughtfully dragging out his dinner. He thought about how Fiona must be feeling now, the clamps had been on her nipples for some time now and a quick glace at them revealed them to be hard and a little inflamed, he suspected that if he ordered her to open her thighs and thrust a finger into her she would be wet and ready for him.

Fiona stood obediently with her head bowed as he ate. Her nipples were now aching much more then they had when she had first attached the clamps to them. It wasn’t a pain that made her want to remove them; however, it was more a dull ache that drove her wild. She wasn’t into pain exactly, she didn’t enjoy the feeling of it as such, but knowing this was his will, she was serving him by enduring, made her happy, made it all worth it, made her wet.

As she stood, her breasts radiating feelings of pleasure and pain, her thighs squeezed hard together meaning she at least had some sensation of relief she wanted nothing more then Sir Henry to take her. She desired nothing more at that moment then to have him inside her, this thick cock thrusting into her womanhood, filling her with his desire, making her his fully.

Sir Henry glanced at his maid and saw her thighs squeeze together, it was a small movement but unmistakable. His mind went to deviant thoughts. His cock began to twitch inside his trousers.

He continued to eat but his mind was on other things. His eyes were drawn to Fiona as she stood quietly. His gaze ran over her nakedness, taking it all in. He had seen it so much since he took her away from her neglectful husband; the man had not deserved her. A woman like her needed a firm hand and lots of attention. She needed to be taught how to act around gentlemen; she needed to be shown how to embrace her submissiveness. He had done all that and would continue to teach her. But as he looked at her now a more base desire came over him.

Fiona collected up his plate but was told to leave his glass when he was finished eating. She placed it back on the tray and quickly but carefully walked back to the kitchen to fetch his dessert. She was just about to put the bowl of ice cream on the tray that hung on chains from her neck and nipples when she was startled by his voice.

“Fifi, remove your serving tray and come in here immediately”

Quickly Fiona unbuckled the collar around her neck and unclasped the clamps on her nipples. As soon as they were removed she felt the sting as blood rushed back to them, it sensation of pins and needles radiated from the hard nubs across the rest of her breasts. She put the tray on the counter and rushed back onto the dinning room.

“Is something amiss Sir?” she asked quickly

“My glass, Fifi, it has left a ring on my mahogany dining table” he replied pointing out the small mark on the dark wood.

“I shall get my cleaning equipment right away Sir” Fiona said and turned to hurry for a cloth and some water. She was halted by his voice before she could even take a step.

“No Fifi” his voice was cool and calm. She turned to see a dark smouldering in his hard eyes, it made her legs go weak and all she wanted to do was drop to her knees.

“Then, what would you have me do Sir?” she asked unsure of what was expected of her. It was a feeling she didn’t like.

Sir Henry stood and looked down at his maid. He was quite a margin taller then her despite she herself being five-foot-nine-inches tall, and cast and imposing figure at his full height. Just his presence looking over her made Fiona feel small and submissive, there was no command of his she wouldn’t obey.

“Give me your hands Fifi” he said and she raised her arms to him. He looked at the hand cuffs for a moment and then pulled the key from his pocket. Clicking the lock Fiona felt the restraints fall from her right wrist and dangle in the air from her left.

Sir Henry held her arm firmly in his strong grip. He studied her face, looking for any sign of her thoughts and then smiled as he quickly and forcefully spun her around until she faced away from him. He grabbed her other arm and roughly pulled it behind her back. The hand cuffs clicked as they were re-secured around Fiona’s wrists.

Fiona swallowed hard as she felt the powerlessness wash over her, her natural instinct was to struggle but her mind over powered that thought, she just stood and waited for her master to do what he wished with her.

A strong hand pressed against the middle of her back and pushed her forwards and Fiona was bent over the dining table. It was cold and hard, her B-cup breasts pressed against it and her nipples instantly hardened.

“Legs!” it was a command and to emphasis it Fiona felt his foot shove her own to the side. She quickly spread her feet wide her stomach now resting against the table as well as her breast. Her arms pulled back and cuffed behind her, she was totally at his mercy.

Fiona heard movement, the sound of a zip being undone and her excitement grew. She had already been moist, ready for attention since she first attached the clamps to her nipples and began serving his dinner, now she was positively dripping wet.

Sir Henry stepped out of his pants, his cock hard and throbbing he looked at his naked maid, bent over his dinning table, her breasts pressed over the small ring that his wine glass had made. He took hold of his cock and guided it to the entrance of her pussy, she shuddered as he entered her.

Fiona felt the head of his cock slide into her with ease. A groan came out of her lips as she felt him slide his hips forwards, the full length of his cock slipping into her, her juice providing him with lots of lubricant to add to his ease.

“My, my. What a wet little slut maid you are” he said as his cock sank deeper into Fiona’s pussy until just an inch of him was left out. He could feel her squeeze him and the little shudders and shakes she always made when he was inside her, when he allowed her the pleasure of his cock.

“Yes Sir, I am your slut maid, Sir” Fiona said with a gasp as she felt him throb within her. Her body was on fire, her breasts pressed down hard onto the dark wooden table as he pulled back, removing the majority of his cock from her then thrust back in hard, her whole body rocked forwards, her breasts rubbed along the shiny varnished wood, her hard nipples scr****g and the friction making her squeal.

Sir Henry pulled back again and thrust hard into her, he watched as her body moved forwards, her breasts squashed against the table would be removing the stain now. His cock throbbed again in her wet hole and he placed his hands on her shoulders as he thrust hard again into his maid, his cock slipping deep into her willing body as she thrust her own hips back to get more of him inside.

Fiona moved her arms but the cuffs held them in place behind her back, she was powerless to do anything but accept his cock into her body, to be used as his fuck toy. She felt his hands press down on her shoulders, thrusting her breasts even harder onto the wooden table, her nipples, erect and aching sc****d along its surface as her body was again moved forwards by his hard thrust into her wonton pussy. Each time she felt his thickness inside her she groaned aloud. She pushed back against him only to be shoved forwards again by his hard and fast hip thrusts.

Her thighs hit against the edge of the table as he fucked her from behind. His cock thrust back and forth within her pussy, stretching her as the lips clung to his shaft, trying to keep him inside her for as long as possible.

“Such a wonton maid” he said from above her as he thrust deep again, the head of his cock sinking far inside Fiona’s pussy bringing a cry of pleasure from her open mouth.

“I am Sir, oh please Sir…” Fiona’s words were cut off as she felt one of his hands leave her shoulders and grab the hand cuffs restraining her arms behind her back. He pulled them a little, bending her shoulders back more and pressing her breasts harder against the wooden table that was supporting her body as he fucked her.

“Silence, Fifi” he said with another small tug, it was a signal to her, she was not permitted to ask for things while he was using her.

Fiona fell silent and placed her forehead against the cold wood table. She just focused on the feeling of his cock in her pussy, throbbing and thrusting inside her. She loved the power he had over her in times like this, a feeling of complete devotion to him came over her, she could feel the restraints holding her hands behind her back, she was totally at his mercy as he slipped deep into her again.

Sir Henry let go of the cuffs and placed his hand back on his maid, Fiona’s, shoulder. With both hands back supporting him he could thrust harder again, his cock driving into her pussy, small wet sounds could be heard as his cock slid into her, a testament to just how aroused she was at being bound and used by him.

Fiona held in gasps of pleasure as her body was rocked back and forth once more, his cock thrusting in her deeper now, more forcefully, he had hit his stride, he was making her know her place now, she was his toy to play with. His to use for pleasure when he wanted. She was more then just his maid at times like this.

“Hmm such a good maid” his deep voice growled as his cock was held deep in Fiona and throbbed madly. She could feel each movement of it, her pussy was so sensitive from all the attention it had gotten so far from him, the nerves were on fire, her whole crotch ached as much as her nipples which were still pressed hard against the table.

She held still, just wishing that he would say the words she wanted to hear right now, but she knew what she wanted wasn’t relevant, he was the boss, he told her what would happen and when, not the other way around. She felt a jerk of his cock inside her and gasped as his hands pushed hard on her back, forcing her down harder onto the hard wood.

“You have my permission Fifi” his voice came out with a gasp as his cock unloaded its contents into her. It jerked and throbbed as he came for the second time that day, this time depositing in her pussy rather then her mouth.

Fiona gasped and groaned as she got the permission she had wanted so badly, her own orgasm begun as soon as he made clear she was allowed. Her body shook and twitched as she felt his cock shooting his seed into her, marking her as his.

“Thank you Sir, oh thank you Sir!” she said over and over as the waves of pleasure came over her, her breath was raspy and quick, her pussy was on fire.

Finally, spent and tired, Sir Henry slipped his cock out of Fiona but didn’t take his hands from her shoulders. He held her down on the table for a few moments, looking at her sweat coated body, her arms secured behind her back, hands clasped together.

He relented and pulled her up to her feet. Fiona quickly fell into her usual submissive role, eyes down and head bowed. Her breasts rose and fell as she caught her breath.

“Fifi, I want you to get a cloth and clean this table that you have messed up with your sweat, then go take a shower, I will not have my maid such a mess!”

“Yes Sir” Fiona said as he unlocked the cuffs and let her arms free.

“I shall be going to bed early tonight Fifi, I have something important to do early tomorrow morning” Sir Henry announced before leaving the room and heading into one of the two bathrooms to clean himself.

Fiona waited for him to leave the room and then hurried off to the other bathroom, the one she had cleaned earlier that day, as she showered she thought about what a good day it had been and wondered what tomorrow would bring.


Part 3:

The cold hard floor felt refreshing on Fiona’s feet as she walked into the kitchen. She felt good today, it was what a good nights sleep did for her and last night she had slept well after pleasing Sir Henry as she had on his dining table. She was still naked, her maid’s uniform had not yet been returned to her, but she hoped that he would relent soon, forgive her for her mistake the previous day. He knew best however and she wouldn’t question his judgement.

Her eyes fell to the sink, all the pots and pans and plates were still there ready to be cleaned, she should have done it the previous night but Sir Henry had instead used her for his pleasure and dismissed her.

“You have a lot of work to do today Fifi, a lot indeed, are you slacking in your duties?”

Fiona spun around when she heard his voice behind her. Normally he would not be up at this time. She quickly lowered her head and looked at the floor, something that she instinctively when in his presence.

“No, Sir” she said quietly and meekly “I was just about to start my duties, Sir.”

“I wonder sometimes, Fifi, if I am too soft with you, give you too much leeway to slack off, maybe you need tougher lessons” he shook his head thoughtfully as he gazed at her. Fiona said nothing just felt her stomach **** and heart race. The feeling of his eyes on her made her feel small.

“If it is what you think I deserve, Sir”

“Hmm, well get on with it, I expect my maid to work not stand around flapping her lips!” his voice became hard and stern making Fiona jump slightly.

She turned and began to run some water into the bowl, she could feel his eyes on her back and it made her nervous. She never knew what he was planning for her, each day was a new experience and the excitement of life with Sir Henry made the occasional punishment worth it.

The water was warm as she sank her hands into it and began to scrub a plate, the sponge rubbed against her soft skin, she could feel his presence behind her still, his eyes fixed on her back and dropping down to her naked backside. She felt the sexual thrill she always got from him grow.

“I will be going out for a while Fifi” he said more softly and Fiona felt his body move closer to her own “I shouldn’t be more then an hour”

Fiona jumped as she felt his hand touch her naked stomach and slide down her smooth skin until it reached her crotch. Once there his finger tip gently caressed up and down the length of her pussy. The touch was light, just a faint feeling but still arousing, teasing.

Sir Henry pressed his body against her back. Fiona could feel the bulge of his cock trapped within his pants press against her and his finger began to part the lips of her pussy before it slipped inside her, exploring her wetness. She let out a small groan as his finger entered her.

“I expect you to be finished with your cleaning duties by the time I return Fifi” he pressed his finger deeper into her and slowly slid it back out, his thumb found her clit and pressed on it bringing yet another groan from her lips as she squeezed the sponge between her fingers.

“Yes Sir” she whimpered as his finger was joined by a second, she could feel her legs shaking; the pleasure was great, feeling him looking over her, his fingers working slowly and carefully in her pussy, it all made her tremble with desire.

Sir Henry grinned; he was enjoying the reaction that Fiona gave to his attention. He was doing this for fun; he was exerting his power, his control, and his dominance over her. He could make her cum in a second if he wished to, but no, she had to learn and he was going to teach her.

“I trust you know what will happen if you are not” he said and drove his fingers deep and hard into her pussy.

Fiona gasped hard and felt her legs wobble, he held tightly onto the sink to keep from falling. The orgasm was right there, ready to explode and yet she had to hold back, he had not given her permission to cum.

“Please, Sir, please may your slave maid cum for you?” the words came out before she could stop them. There was still a small part of wilfulness in her, a small part that had not quite been surpassed.

Sir Henry quickly removed his fingers from her and stepped back. Fiona felt a chill run down her spine. What had she done? How could she say such a thing when she knew there was work to do?

“Sir, I am so sorry please…”

“Silence!” his voice echoed around the kitchen and made Fiona cringe. He was such a kind man to her but he was strict too, he had to be, she needed him to be. “You want to feel the release of pleasure while there are dirty dishes in my kitchen?”

Fiona began to apologise but was cut off by a harsh slap of his hand on her naked buttock. She fell silent and waited for him to speak again.

“I can see now that I have been too lenient with you Fifi. Its time to remember that you are my maid, my property, and your job is to serve me” his hand swung down and smacked against her buttock again, the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room and the familiar sting spread from the impact point.

“Yes, Sir” Fiona said as she felt another slap hit her naked ass. It was not the spanking but more the reason for it that made her whimper. Her pussy was even wetter then it had been when he had been fingering her, now.

“And again you speak back to me! This will end” A final smack on her buttock and Sir Henry left the kitchen. Fiona stood and thought about what had happened. Her hands were still in the hot water, and now her buttocks were radiating warmth too, she suspected they would be red if she could see them.

Sir Henry returned with something in his hands. Fiona didn’t dare look around at him, she simply kept her eyes forwards and head bowed.

“This will remind you to hold your tongue, open your mouth!”

Fiona opened her lips and felt something shoved roughly between her teeth. It didn’t take long for her to realise what it was. The taste of rubber gave it away and when she felt the strap go around the sides of her face and get buckled behind her head she knew for sure. It was a ball gag.

“And to make sure you don’t get any ideas about leaving this room until you have cleaned it up…”

Fiona felt another collar pulled around her neck and tied tightly. She didn’t know it but attached to this collar was a length of silk which Sir Henry tied to a hook on the far wall. The length of the silk ribbon was just enough to allow Fiona to get to the cupboards if she stretched.

“Now, you will learn that your cleaning duties as my maid come before your pathetic desires”

Fiona tried to speak, tried to say ‘Yes Sir’ but with the gag she couldn’t make more then a muffled groan. She nodded her head instead to signify she understood. Her pussy was very wet, she still felt hot and desperate to cum, and the spanking he had delivered had done nothing but made the feeling worse as it always did.

“Get on with your cleaning. I expect the kitchen to be spotless when I return” with that Sir Henry was gone, leaving Fiona alone with her work and her thoughts.

She scrubbed the plates in the warm water. Once they were clean she placed them on the side to be dried and placed away in their cupboards. Her mind raced through thought after thought. The gag in her mouth served her well as something to bite onto as she cursed herself.

She dipped another plate into the foaming water and ran the sponge over it several times. She was careful to hold on tight to the slick porcelain, the last thing she wanted to do was break anything, as that would have severe consequences for her.

Another plate and she was done. Her hands were wrinkled by the water but very soft. For some reason her mind settled on the first time that she had been punished by Sir Henry.

It had happened not long after she had entered his service. Soon after he had taken her away from her unhappy marriage and brought her to his mansion. She had been so naïve then. Unruly was the best way to describe her but she had learned her place. He had brought out her true nature, her submissiveness.

Fiona began to dry the plates. Her pussy was aching for more attention as the thoughts of her first paddling passed through her mind but she had to finish cleaning up first. He had said clearly, her duties came first unless, of course, he decided to use her.

She finished drying and began to put the plates away, the silk ribbon that had been attached to the collar around her neck made it difficult, each time she went too far from the sink it would pull her back, choke her slightly until she found the right distance that she could get to.

Her pussy throbbed as her mind filled with the thoughts of her situation. She pulled at the silk ribbon which kept her bound in the kitchen, bit onto the gag a little and signed. This is what she needed, a firm hand to keep her in place, if she had only seen that at the start.

Fiona looked around the kitchen and saw it looked spotless. Everything was cleaned and put away, the surfaces looked sparkling. Fiona felt proud of herself, she had finished before Sir Henry got home, and hopefully he would not be too upset with her anymore when he had seen the job she had done.

A look at the clock showed her that Sir Henry had been gone for just over forty minutes. He had said he would be gone for a while, how long that was exactly she didn’t know, but now she had finished her work, cleaned the place up and given it a once over to be sure, she had time alone.

Leaving the kitchen was not an option. It was only for Sir Henry to untie her and allow her to go about the rest of her duties. No she would have to remain here until he set her free.

A strange impulse came over her and Fiona sank to the ground. The cold floor felt good against her naked skin and she wiggled her ass a little as she settled with her legs apart and knees bent, back resting against the cupboard under the sink.

In her mind she again thought about her first punishment, it was like she was there again, only this time watching as he brought the paddle down on her flesh. She could hear the wood smack against her and almost feel the sting of it as he brought it down harder.

Without thinking Fiona began to run a finger up and down her pussy lips, gently applying pressure until her finger tip found its way between and into her moist pussy just the way Sir Henry had done before he had spanked her and left.

She groaned softly around the gag that he had made her wear, a reminder that her place was not to talk back to him but to serve him. Her finger slid deeper and quickly she pulled it back, wiggling her knuckles.

Her mind filled with images from her past. The times she had spent scrubbing the floors, cleaning the bathroom and dusting the silverware. Some strange feeling of joy came over her and she began to slip a second finger into her wet pussy, both now moving easily within her and the soft moans and groans came with regular speed from her throat.

She loved serving Sir Henry, just the thought of it made her aroused, how had she come to be so lucky to have him as her master? Her old life, the one she had before he came into her life, was now just a distant and unhappy memory.

Fiona slid her fingers faster into her pussy; her thumb now found her hard clit and began to press on it eliciting a deep groan of pleasure from her throat, the gag in her mouth muffling most of it. She thought about his words, her cleaning duties came first, only then could she enjoy the pleasures she wanted so badly.

Well she had done all that Sir Henry had asked of her, the kitchen was clean, the dishes put away and now she could play. She leaned back and the silk ribbon that held her in the kitchen pulled tight. It reminded her that she was not free, was just a servant, a live-in maid, although a live-in maid with some benefits.

Her fingers played with her pussy, rubbing and thrusting as her mind thought about Sir Henry and the ways she served him. She thought about his strong hands on her body as his cock entered her, the way he talked to her, made her know she was subservient to him in every way. She came hard and knew she would have to mop the floor before he arrived back.

Upon arriving home some two hours after he had set off, Sir Henry found his maid still in the kitchen. She was finishing up with some mopping, the ribbon that he had tied to her to make sure she couldn’t leave the kitchen made it so that she had to stretch the mop to get to the corners of the room but from the look of it she had managed to clean almost every square inch.

“I see you have done well Fifi, good” he said and watched as Fiona’s naked body bent in a courtesy. She felt happy that he had praised her work.

Sir Henry walked over and removed the ribbon that held her to the kitchen and then unbuckled the gag he had made her wear. Fiona opened and closed her jaw when he turned away; it felt good to be able to move it again.

“Now come with me Fifi, I have something for you”

Curiosity filled Fiona. Had he really brought her something? She followed behind him and he lead her into the living room, a sudden fear came over her, was he going to punish her again for this morning?

Her fears were allayed when he stopped and turned to face her with a smile on his face. There laid out on the sofa was a package with a message written on it reading: To Fifi, my good little maid

“Well, open it” he said and watched as Fiona hesitantly walked forwards, a little unsure.

The packaging tore open in her hands and revealed just what it was that Fiona was being presented with. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes welled up with tears as she took hold of the content and held it up to get a better view of it.

Sir Henry had bought her a new maid uniform. Fiona’s eyes moved over it and her hands felt the strong leather. Her old uniform had been cotton, this one felt so much different.

“Let me see you in it Fifi!” he said as he sat down in a plush chair.

Fiona looked at the uniform with wide eyes. Her fingers moved along the supple leather and she listened to the gentle sounds it made. Her eyes scanned down its length and she saw that the leather only comprised the top half of the garment; the lower half was a soft silk material.

“Fifi, I said let me see you in it!” Sir Henry’s hard and commanding voice shook Fiona from her daze and she quickly turned to face him.

“Yes Sir” she said in a small voice and quickly she began to pull the uniform on over her head.

The leather clung to her naked skin and Fiona had to pull hard to get the uniform down in place. It was when she had her head and arms through that she noticed that the breast of the garment was missing, her breasts were exposed as the cut of the leather settled snugly under them, pushing her modest assets up and making her cleavage more prominent. The garment ended just above her crotch and frilled out into a small skirt. She felt strange in this tight leather outfit, her breasts on show as well as her legs (and pussy if she bent over).

“Very good, just the right fit” Sir Henry said as he admired her new look. The black leather contrasted nicely with her pale skin and the way it pushed her breasts up, her nipples already erect, made his cock twitch a little.

“This is… too much Sir” Fiona said as she looked at him and then back down at herself.

“Nonsense Fifi” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand “Now give me a twirl and let me see it all”

Fiona turned and showed off the new uniform for her master. Each movement was a little harder then she was used to, the leather was tight and restricting, it squeaked a little as she stretched her arms out wide.

“Now bend over”

Fiona quickly bent at the waist and felt the uniform ride up her back a little. Her round ass came into view and she felt his eyes upon her, judging what he saw. Fiona opened her legs a little and knew he could see her pussy; a naughty thrill went through her. She was on show for him.

“Very good!” he said with a smile “Now go get your duster Fifi, I require the master bedroom to be given a good clean”


Part 4:

Fiona reached up and almost over balanced on the small stool she was using to add height to her reach. She was dusting a wardrobe and required an extra lift to be able to get her duster on top of it. Her new leather French maid uniform clung to her body, her breasts hanging out of the top of it.

Se steadied herself and continued her dusting, the soft feather duster sliding along the hard wood wardrobe and scooping small amounts of dust from it. She cleaned the rooms regularly which kept the problem to a minimum.

Behind her she could feel Sir Henry’s eyes on the back of her naked thighs. As she was reaching up the dress rode up her back a little and showed her firm buttocks to him too, she suspected he would be able to see her naked pussy also, she liked the idea of him watching her as she worked, just his gaze on her made her aroused and the power he had over her added to the feeling.

She continued to dust, waving the duster from side to side with graceful sweeps of her arm. Each time she reached out further to dust the back her short uniform would ride higher, giving her master a better view of her.

His eyes roamed over Fiona. He had planned on getting her a new maid outfit for some time. While the cotton one had been good to look at it had not been tight enough. This new leather one hugged tightly onto her curves and extenuated her assets better for his pleasure. He also liked the tightness of it and how it would remind her of her bondage to him. She was his and bound in her place.

Fiona stopped for a second and got on her tip-toes to peek at the top of the wardrobe. She could just see up there if she stretched. She felt the leather grip tighter to her body as she reached up; the added tightness made her shudder but it was his eyes on her that really had the greatest effect.

Sir Henry watched her with his strong penetrating eyes. He liked to watch her work, seeing her doing his bidding was a huge turn on for him. It was something that he had always enjoyed; being in control of people, and Fiona was the perfect submissive woman for him.

Fiona couldn’t see any dust she had missed and so, satisfied, she began to get down from her stool. She bent at the waist and her ass pushed out towards Sir Henry who smiled as he watched her movements, they were slow and deliberate, she knew just how to please him, letting him see her perfectly as she moved.

“Fifi, I see some dust over on the dressing table, clean it at once!”

“Yes Sir” Fiona said obediently and quickly she got off the stool and hurriedly walked over to the dressing table which she began to wipe over with her feather duster, careful not to disturb any of the various item that that made it their home.

Sir Henry watched as she ran the duster over the wooden top of the dresser. His arousal had grown steadily as he had ordered Fiona around, telling her to clean this and that, fast and slower. She had done so without question or complaint, just as a good maid should.

Fiona shook hear head and let her long pony-tail swish down her back. She always tied her hair back when she was cleaning; it kept it out of the way, then she resumed her cleaning duties, running the duster over the dresser and looking closely for any missed spots.

Once she was satisfied that there was no dust left she turned to Sir Henry and awaited his approval. She hung her head as he looked over the room. He made small noises, a tut here and there, dragging out her nervousness.

“You have done well Fifi” he finally said, a huge sense of relief came over her “However, there is still a mark on this dressing table” he said when he heard her give a small sigh “It will need polishing I think”

“Yes Sir, I shall get my polish and a fresh cloth” Fiona said

“That won’t be necessary for now Fifi” Sir Henry said, his eyes narrowing on her and a coolness coming into his voice.

“Sir?” Fiona was confused but she didn’t want to question him, her place was to serve. She stood and just looked puzzled.

“Come here” he pointed to the floor at his feet and Fiona quickly walked over to him and stood, head down.

Sir Henry raised her chin with his fingers, making Fiona look into his eyes. He could see her submissiveness in them, his gaze easily enough to make her want to look away but he held her captivated.

“Sit on the dresser Fifi, now!” he said slowly but harshly. He was in the mood to exert his control and dominance fully over his maid.

Fiona nodded and quickly stepped past him; she turned and placed both hands on the wooden top of the dressing table before pushing herself up enough for her ass to slide over it, her legs hung from the edge.

“Now open your thighs Fifi” he didn’t wait for her to respond, quickly he slid his strong hands between her legs and pushed her thighs apart, her pussy exposed for his approval.

Fiona looked at his face and then down to his crotch, she could see the bulge in his pants, it made her squirm with delight that she had aroused him so much.

“I think you have earned a short rest Fifi” he said as his eyes moved down her body, lingering on her breasts and then falling to her naked crotch.

“Thank you Sir” she said her arousal growing

“But there is still the matter of this dresser” he said placing his hand between her thighs on the wood, his fingers just inches from her wet pussy.

Fiona looked up at his face and saw the smile grow on his lips. She always got the same feeling when she saw it. He was thinking about something and that could only mean one of two things for her, either punishment or pleasure.

“What shall I do for you Sir?” It was a question she had learned was a good one to use when she wasn’t sure what he wanted from her.

Sir Henry moved his hand on the wooden top of the dresser and lightly touched Fiona’s pussy lips, his middle and index finger gently parted the lips and then sank into her probing her wetness and liking what they found.

“Remove my belt Fifi” he said as his fingers worked their way deeper into his maid, her pussy was on fire and her heart raced.

Fiona reached forwards and unbuckled his belt; her hands shook slightly as she pulled it through the loops and placed it on the dressing table next to herself. She awaited his next order eagerly.

“Unzip my trousers and push them down” he said, his eyes never leaving her face.

Fiona obeyed as she always did, his trousers fell and his hard cock pointed out straight from his body. She wanted to touch it, caress it in her hands and suck it before he fucked her but she held herself in check. It was his choice if she could do it.

“Tell me Fifi, what is it you want?”

“I want to serve you, Sir” she said without hesitation

“Very good Fifi, I can see I made the right choice when I brought you here as my maid”

Fiona was about to say something when Sir Henry’s strong hands gripped the backs of her knees and she was pulled to the edge of the dresser upon which she was sat. Just a small portion of her ass was left on the top and her crotch was now hung over the edge.

Sir Henry reached up and pushed Fiona backward until she was leaning back against the wall. Her head rested against it as he gazed down at her, once again his dark eyes meeting her submissive brown ones. She could feel his dominance as he stepped forwards and without looking down slipped the head of his cock into her wet pussy.

Fiona bit her lip as she felt herself filled by the cock she loved so much. Her pussy spread wide as he entered her, his cock sinking into her body easily and her nerves, already on edge, began to fire pleasure messages up her spine. His eyes never left hers.

Sir Henry slid his cock deeper into her pussy. He enjoyed the wetness she always had. It was just cleaning for him that did it. She really was a true submissive maid at heart. He ran a hand over her breasts and then took her right nipple between his fingers, pinching it tightly and pulling a little, making Fiona groan.

Fiona arched her back, pushing more of her breast into his hand as Sir Henry rolled her erect nipple between his fingers; she enjoyed the feeling, a little pain but mostly pleasure. His cock was now fully inside her, the feeling of fullness driving her wild before he pulled his hips back and denied her of it.

A hard thrust sent the length of his cock back deep into Fiona and brought a moan from her lips as well as his. She squeezed her muscles around his shaft, gripping onto him and not wanting to let go. Her eyes fell as her head nodded down and her gaze fell on their combined crotches. She could see his cock as it slid out of her only to be thrust back in with great force. Sir Henry pulled her nipple harder as he saw her head drop

“Look at me Fifi!” his voice was hard and commanding, he wanted to look into her submissive eyes, see her submitting to his will as he fucked her.

Fiona pulled her eyes back up to his and saw the penetrating look her gave her, she wanted to look away but knew she couldn’t. She just looked up at him as his cock sank back into her, his breath now growing a little ragged as he moved his hips back and forth.

The leather of her maid uniform squeaked as her body moved back and forth with each thrust into her pussy that his cock made, the dressing table upon which she was perched as he fucked hr rocked a little making some bottles at the end rattle, it was the sound of his pleasure as he used her.

“You are such a good little maid Fifi” he said looking deep into her eyes as his cock went back deep into her moist pussy “My own ************ maid” he said with a shark like grin.

Fiona nodded her head in agreement, her mouth was open and her breath was ragged and fast, each time his cock filled her she would gasp and moan, her eyes were still glued on his as his strong body loomed over her, dominating her. All she could see was him.

He pulled her nipple again and Fiona called out with a squeal of pleasure, her eyes leaving his once again and her head dropping to look at the erect nub as he squeezed it a little, his other hand on the top of the dresser for balance.

“Look at me!” he shouted and with his free hand, now removed from the dresser, he grabbed her long hair and pulled her head back, making her eyes once again look up into his. She saw how hard they had become, any softness there may have been was gone now.

Fiona shook as she felt his hand tighten around her hair holding her face in place, her eyes scanning his, wide and full of fear at the thought she had disobeyed him, had displeased him.

Sir Henry’s cock throbbed and throbbed within her pussy, each time he slid into her she could feel it getting a little faster and stronger as he brought himself to orgasm using her as his toy of choice.

Fiona gathered her nerve and looked at him as she felt his cock slide in and out of her faster, his hips driving the head and shaft into her. She suspected that he would punish her for her moment of distraction, she would gladly accept any that he felt necessary as she always did. She needed constantly to be taught her place as his submissive maid.

Sir Henry licked his lips, the thoughts of what he would do with her brought him even more pleasure and he felt his orgasm gather speed. He kept his eyes on hers, he loved seeing her submission at the point of orgasm.

Fiona swallowed and her lip trembled as his eyes looked deep into hers, they seemed to penetrate her just as his cock was and then she felt it. A harsh jerk of his cock inside her pussy and she felt the heat and wetness as he came within her. His cum squirting deeply into welcoming pussy.

Once spent he slipped out of her and stood over her sweat covered body for a moment, just looking at her breasts rise and fall, her thighs shake a little and a small amount of his cum dribble from her open pussy lips.

“Go clean yourself up Fifi and then get back here, you have cleaning to finish and later a punishment for your disobedience” he said, his eyes not leaving her face.

“Yes Sir” she said quietly as she slipped off the dresser and stood before him with her head bowed

“Oh and Fifi, I am planning a gathering of my friends this weekend. I shall require you to go shopping tomorrow and stock the kitchen with food.”

Fiona smiled and nodded before she hurried off to get herself cleaned and continue her duties of dusting and polishing. Her mind thought about the part that he had just informed her about. All those eyes on her in her new maid uniform, she couldn’t wait…


Author’s note: Thanks for reading to the end of the story. I really hope you enjoyed the subject and content of it. As always I am happy to receive all comments, messages and feedback that you may have so please get in touch.