From rdragon@ix.netcom.com Mon Dec 30 14:15:53 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: THE MAID 1/8
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Date: 30 Dec 1996 19:15:53 GMT
THE MAID PART ONE
It was a clear and sunny Friday afternoon. Marcy carried her
little
tray full of cleaning agents through the formal dinning room, on
route to the great room. As she walked, she took in the
decorations
that filled the rooms. Lots of crystal and fine paintings. Mr.
Greenfield had very good taste.
Marcy was a maid. She worked every day from 8 till 8 cleaning the
rooms downstairs for Mr. Ronald Greenfield, the owner. Thought
the
hours were long, the work was usually light and the money was
pretty
good. The only time things got heavy is when there was a party.
Then there was a massive cleaning before and after the party.
Plus,
she usually would help serve drinks to the guests. It wasn't bad
for
a girl trying to raise money for collage.
Mr. Greenfield was a good employer to work for. Though this was
only
her second job as a maid, she did enjoy the job greatly.
At her first job, the master was an mean old eccentric that chased
anything in a skirt. She left there after the upstairs maid filed
sexual harassment charges against the old bastard. They were
dropped
later after, as rumors had it, he paid her off to keep quite.
Greenfield was much different. He talked to the help. Always
polite. A gentleman in the true sense. He was a tall, dark haired
guy, relativity young, and very good looking. He worked out
everyday
in his private exercise room and relaxed in his whirlpool and
indoor
swimming pool.
He's what you call a overnight success. He invented some kind of
device. Sold the multi-million dollar production rights to a
international firm. Went to work for them as a high paid
consultant,
netted the company millions of dollars from the sales, and a few
years later sold the product and all rights to the firm, which
netted
him a fortune. Now he invests his money, and reaps the reward from
the returns. At thirty-one, he has done quite well.
Yet, the only thing he was missing was a wife, or at least a steady
lady. He wasn't the playboy. There wasn't a stream of girls, to
be
used and then discarded. He seemed to want a relationships, but
they
always fizzled.
For the most part, Marcy was happy with her job, but a little
bored.
The same things happened for day to day. At least when there was a
party, she had a chance to see new people, and talk to a few, but
only if they talked first. That was a trade rule.
But there one strange thing in this household. On the first level,
at the end of the west hall, there was a room that was off limits
to
all employees. It was guarded by a solid heavy door and a brass
dead
bolt lock. Marcy would walk pass it almost every day and wonder
what
behind it was so secret, that it had to be locked up so tight.
She never saw anyone go into the room for any reason. She never
was
asked to clean it, or serve drinks in it. Whatever it was, Mr.
Greenfield didn't want anyone to know.
As Marcy was walking, she heard the quick paced footsteps of the
master of the house. As she turned to look over her shoulder, her
cleaning tray swung and bumped a small display table, knocking off
the vase that was sitting on it. Marcy tried to catch the vase but
it
hit the floor and shattered into a thousand pieces. Mr. Greenfield
walked into the room just in time to see it hit.
Marcy was in shock for a moment, not knowing what to do. She
looked
up and saw her employer standing there. With guilt written all
over
her face, she dropped to the floor and started picking up the
debris
and apologizing to Mr. Greenfield.
'What happened, Marcy?' He asked.
'Your foot steps startled me sir, and I, I hit the table when I
jumped. I'll replace it for you, sir.'
'You realize that was a one of a kind vase.' He said very calmly.
'I'm sorry Mister Greenfield. I didn't mean to break it. Can I
repay you for it.'
'That vase was worth more than your salary for a couple of years.
I'm afraid that won't be possible.'
Marcy felt she was going to loose her job. She didn't need that.
She liked working there, and didn't want to look for another job.
Most of all, she needed the money.
'Please Mr. Greenfield, don't fire me. I need the work.'
'You are a good worker, Marcy, and I'd hate to do it, but what else
is there for me to do? You leave me with few alternatives.' He
said.
'Please Mr. Greenfield, don't fire me. I'll do anything. Work
longer hours, work all weekends. I'll do whatever you want,
anything.
'
He looked at her for a moment. She read in his eyes there was
something going through his mind. After a moment he spoke.
'You should never say you'll do anything. You might not know what
you are getting yourself into.' he advised her.
Here seemed a ray of hope. She thought maybe he was debating about
getting her in the sack. She'd do it, gladly. She oftened
wondered
what this good looking guy was like in bed.
'I do mean it, sir. Anything.' she said very calmly and quietly.
'Are you sure that you want to leave yourself that open, Marcy.'
'Yes, sir'
Again he was silent and thinking. She could see that there was
hesitation in him mind. But then a look of determination came
across
his face. He made his decision. 'Very well.' He spoke. 'So be it.
Meet me in the billiard room tonight at ten o'clock. Come alone
and
make sure that no one knows where you are, or what you are doing,
or
where you are going. Understand?'
'Yes, sir.'
He made her repeat his instructions, told her to clean up the vase,
and, with a forgiving pat on her cheek, to get on with her work.
The rest of the day, Marcy tried to kept her mind on her work. She
didn't need another foul-up like this again. But from time to
time,
she wondered what was to happen tonight. Why didn't he just have
her
meet in a bedroom. Or was there something else he had in mind.
When it came time for the help to leave, Marcy told them she had a
couple things that needed to be done before she could leave. Mark,
the stable hand, want her to go out for a few drinks, but she
declined saying she was a little tired and was going home after
work.
Marcy and Mark had a few flings together, and with good reason.
Though Marcy wasn't a tramp, when the mood hits her, she had to do
it. Mark was the house stud. He could sense a woman in heat, and
knew how to satisfy her needs while fulfilling his own.
The first time they did it was at one of Greenfield's parties. She
walked around the place in her little skirt, serving drinks to
perverted old men. A few of them passes at her, a couple made
grabs
for her. The whole thing was making her so excited, she didn't
think
she could make it through the night.
She went into the kitchen to find Mark raiding the food. He knew
right away, and started talking to her, saying things that got her
even hotter. Within a few minutes, they had slipped to the stable,
pulled off their cloths and were getting it on hot and heavy. She
came twice. Once in the sixty-nine position right before he came,
and again as he shot another load deep inside her. She got
dressed,
and returned to the party a satisfied woman.
Marcy stole over to the west wing, and hid in the small study
there.
The room was almost never used, and was right next to the billiard
room. There she waited, listening for every footstep that went by.
For almost two hours she waited. At ten o'clock, she snuck out,
and
crept into the billiard hall.
Mr. Greenfield wasn't there yet. There was only one light on,
which
was over the pool table. She looked around the room, wondering why
they were going to meet here. Maybe, she thought, he has a strange
perversion with making it with someone on a pool table. She
started
to giggle. Then the door opened.
'I'm glad to see that you're in such good sprites, Marcy.' He said
with a smile on his face.
'I'm sorry sir.'
'Don't be. I like a positive, good natured attitude.' He said.
'So do I, sir.' 'Marcy,' he said being more serious. 'I will ask
you
this question only once. Think very carefully before you answer.
Once we start, there will be no stopping until we are finished. I
guaranty that no hard will come to you. But you will follow my
directions, and do as I say, regardless of what it may be. Are you
still willing to go along with anything?'
She sat silent for a moment, but her mind was already made up to do
whatever it was he wanted her to do.
'Yes, sir.' She answered.
'Very well. Now, you must promise to remain silent about what is
to
happen. You must never tell another soul.'
'I promise. I would never do anything to hurt you, sir'.
'Good. Having settled that, we shall begin. From this point
forward, you shall not speak another word unless asked to. Follow
me.
'
She went with him out of the pool room and followed him up to the
forbidden doorway that has puzzled her for months. At last she
would
see all the secrets of what was behind it.
'I'll have you know that no employee has ever seen what lies behind
this door.'
He unlocked the dead bolt and opened the door which led into a
small
corridor with three other doors. They walked in and he closed and
locked the door behind them. To Marcy's surprise, there was a key
lock on the inside as well as on the outside to lock the door.
'Go through that door. In there, you will find a outfit to ware.
Put it on and go out through the other door in the room. I will
meet
you there.'
She nodded her head, remembering not to speak. He unlocked and
opened the door. She entered the room, and heard the door close
and
lock behind her. Again, a key was needed to pass back through the
door.
She was surprised to see what was in this room. It was like a
small
dressing room. There was a fine makeup table with soft lights
around
the mirror, filled with the finest makeups, expensive perfumes and
hair products one could buy. A solid chair and padded bench for
sitting on while changing. An oak hutch with drawers for hanging
and
storing cloths in. And a full length vanity mirror to review
oneself. This room looked like it belonged next to the Queens's
bedroom.
She went to the hutch to retrieve her new wardrobe. She found
hanging there a white satin and lace teddy, trimmed in red and
garter
straps. A pair of white seamless silk stockings were laid next to
it, and red spiked high heels were on the base on the unit.
Marcy took out the outfit and and felt the luxury of it. Never had
she seen something so rich, yet so sexy. For a few minutes, all
she
did was just hold it, not believing she was to ware it. She striped
her cloths off and put the teddy on. It was kind of buseling
outfit,
and she was worried it wouldn't fit. But she couldn't have had a
better fit. It lightly pushed everything into the proper places.
The G-string panties showed off all of the curves without showing
everything. She pulled the stockings on her legs very carefully.
All she needed to do was get a run in them. Greenfield would
probably have a fit.
The shoes were higher than she had ever worn. Usually she wore a
two
inch heel. But these had to be close to five inches. At first she
stumbled on them a bit. But by taking shorter steps, she quickly
got
the hang of them. The strangest thing was they were far more
comfortable than she thought they would be.
She went over to the table and touched up her makeup. She accented
her eyes and made her checks rosy. She ran the brushes through her
long dark hair and dabbed on perfume in all the key places.
She went over to the mirror and looked herself over. Never before
had she look so sexy. Her breasts looked bigger. Her legs looked
longer and leaner. Her buttocks was in perfect form. If this was
punishment, she could really get into it. Maybe she would break
something else.
She realized that she was taking much longer than she should. She
hung up her maids outfit in the closet, gave herself one last
glance
in the mirror and went through the unlocked door.
She expected to see a large bedroom, lit entirely in candles, and
decorated in all the finest silks and lace. The center piece would
be a huge canopy bed, where she would find the master waiting for
her. But what she walked into was completely different world.
The walls were panelled in a rich dark wood, moderately lit with
recessed lights in the ceiling, which was actually a huge mirror.
The room was filled with contraptions that she had never seen
before. A large tubular rack was on her left side, and some kind
of
pulley setup was on her right. There were a few others that she
didn't know what the were.
The center piece of the room was in the middle of the room. A
section of the floor was raised a few steps. On that was a large
wooded chair and the largest brass bed she had ever seen, the brass
rails shinned in the light. It was covered with a beautiful lace
bedspread. It had to be very expensive.
Marcy stood there, looking at all the items in the room. Finally,
Mr. Greenfield's voice broke her thoughts.
'If I may be so bold, you look very beautiful.'
She almost thanked him, but remembered to remain silent. Instead,
she smiled and lowered her head. He words were so calm and
soothing. She began to relax and trust him. She could put up with
his few off-beat practices.
'Yes. An excellent choice. Please turn around slowly and model
for
me. I wish to take in the full range of your beauty. She did as he
asked, slowly turning on her heels, showing herself to her master
like a model shows herself to the cameras at a fashion show. She
played out the fantasy, enjoying the scenario. A rich, handsome
man,
giving her expensive lingerie to ware, speaking wondrously
captivating words to her about her beauty. She was beginning to
get
into this.
He looked the lovely creature over. Her long brown hair. Her lean
legs, made more shapely by the stockings and heels. Her firm
buttocks and full, well rounded chest. He couldn't have chose a
better girl for his pleasures.
'Yes, very lovely, my dear.' he said. 'Let me welcome you to my
playroom. Please step over here, and we shall begin your
punishment.'
They stepped over to the closet doors. He opened them to revile a
huge assortment of ropes, chains, cuffs, straps, and various other
restraining devices. Marcy stared at the collection.
'I hope you don't mind me placing you into bondage.' He said.
So this was his secret. He was heavily into bondage. That's why
he
made her say all the promises, why they met so privately. All the
doors and locks. Suddenly, everything came into a new light. This
private man suddenly made sense.
He pulled several strands of rope out of the closet and instructed
her to follow him. He led her over to a wooden post. The post was
about seven feet high, and about eight inches thick. The surface
was
as smooth as glass.
She was told to stand with her back to the post and her arms around
it. He tied her wrists together very snugly. Her ankles were
next,
tied together, and a rope passing around the support, as were her
knees. More rope was passed around her waist and chest. Lastly,
he
took one very long strand, and starting at her ankles, wound the
rope
up her body and around the post, securing the ends behind her.
Thus satisfied that she was secure, he walked over to the closet to
retrieve another article. Marcy tested her ropes, seeing how good
her masters work was. She struggled for a moment with no success.
For soft as these ropes were, there was no give in them.
Greenfield
walked back over to her with a red scarf in his hand. He smiled at
her as she struggled. She stopped as he approached.
'Go ahead. Struggle as much as you like. That's all part of this.
If you free yourself, then I didn't do my part well enough. Of
course, It's my part to keep you in there.'
Marcy felt that little inch inside of her again. She knew that if
her kept this up, she was going to be in heat before long.
He walked behind her. 'I know you promised not to speak until asked
to, but lest not take any chances.' He told her to open her mouth
and gagged her with the scarf. As he tied the ends behind her
head,
she realized the scarf was made of silk. She thought to herself if
she had to be gagged, at least it was with something as sensual as
silk. He stepped around and looked at his prisoner. She was indeed
lovely. He watched her struggle in her restraints and listened to
the soft sounds she made. Never before had he have such a woman in
such a situation. For several minutes, he indulged in his
pleasure.
She also was watching him. She knew that he was enjoying her
struggle in the ropes, and heard her muffled moans. She played it
up
for him. Twisting a little more than she could. But didn't make
it
seem she wanted to escape all to much. The fact was, she was
liking
this as much as he was. This was something new to her.
Finally he spoke. 'I'm going to leave you for a while. But do not
worry. I'll be very near by. I'll be back soon.'
She knew that he wouldn't let anything happen to her. She also
knew
this was what her punishment was all about. First to get her
excited,
then leave her to squirm in it. As a bonus, he got a sexy prisoner
to do whatever he wished.
He left the room, and she was all alone. Again she tried to free
herself, but with no avail. He definitely knew what he was doing.
She felt that he was somewhere near by, watching her in her
problem.
As the moments passed, she grew more and more excited. The
thoughts
of his return were running through her mind. What would he do.
Would he return to ravish her, or to leave her in her excitement.
Maybe it would be hours before he returned.
This wasn't the first time she had been tied up for a man. Though
she didn't do it on a regular basis, she had done it enough to know
a
few of the finer points of the game. She thought back to her
initial
experience.
The first time was a few weeks before her seventeenth birthday.
She
was with her best friend, Kelly, over at Chuck's apartment, who was
Kelly's boyfriend. Kelly was only six months older than her, but
Chuck was twenty-two.
Marcy had wondered what it was that made Kelly so interested in
Chuck. He wasn't too good looking, didn't have a lot of money, and
wasn't real friendly. So she asked her friend what it was. At
first, Kelly didn't know if she could tell the truth. But after an
double oath of silence, she confessed.
'It's what we do together. Or should I really say, what he does to
me.
'
'What do you mean? Great sex or something?'
'Well...it's like this. He have a kinda strange relationship. He
loves to have sex, really we both do. But he likes it best when
I'm
somehow tied up and unable to get free. To be honest, I do to.'
'What??'
'Really. He ties me up, naked of course, and does whatever he
wants
to me. Sometimes, he puts me across his knee and spanks my ass for
being naughty. Other times, I can't move as he goes down on me
again
and again. It's really is fun. Kelly talked about the things her
boyfriend would do to her and the effects it had on her. She then
showed her some of the gadgets and how they were used. Kelly even
put on a pair of handcuff on Marcy to show how they worked.
'And you really get into this stuff and enjoy it, huh.'
'Yep. I always get so excited when we play. Especaily if we play
some kind of game, like the kidnapped cheerleader. He says that
was
always one of his fantasies in school.
'Sounds like it could be fun, if you are willing to really try it'.
Marcy remarked.
It was then that Kelly decided that Marcy should really try it for
herself. She said that maybe she would enjoy the feelings it gave
her, and make her orgasm like she did. Marcy decided to give it a
test run. Why not. Chuck wouldn't be home for a few hours yet.
Might be something worth it.
At first, Kelly tied Marcy up in a few different ways. but it
wasn't
really exciting. Neither of them were into lesbianism, and didn't
want to try it. But Marcy did admit she couldn't see all the
excitement in it. But then they hit upon an idea.
They got on the phone and called Marcy's boyfriend, Chris. They
told
him to come over to the apartment right away for a big surprise.
They both got ready for his arrival.
When Chris got there, he was greeted at the door by Kelly. All
Kelly
was wearing was her low cut sweater and bikini panties. Her wrists
and ankles were in cuffs, and a leather collar was around her neck,
with a chain pulling her wrists up her back. Chris was spellbound
as
he looked at her.
She told him to come in and lead him to the bedroom, explaining
that
she was to escort him to his surprise. He was told that he may do
whatever he wished but not to release his present. She opened the
door and told the confused boy to enter and enjoy.
CONTINUED IN PART 2
From rdragon@ix.netcom.com Mon Dec 30 14:16:20 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: THE MAID 2/8
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Date: 30 Dec 1996 19:16:20 GMT
THE MAID PART 2
He entered the room to find Marcy striped naked on the bed. Her
wrists were circled by leather cuffs and chained to the headboard.
Her legs were in a spreader bar, and chained in the middle to the
bed. And her mouth was stuffed with a huge ball gag, held in by a
thin strap buckled around her head. She twisted and turned on the
bed, showing her boyfriend how much she wanted him.
Kelly again prompted him to go ahead, but he hesitated for a
moment.
Kelly saw the confusion in the boy and asked Marcy if she was truly
going along with all of this. Marcy grunted into her gag and
nodded
her head in approval. Kelly closed the door behind herself, and
released herself from her bonds.
Marcy body was erotically violated for over an hour. Though she
came
only once, she did thoroughly enjoy this new sensation. For some
strange reason, Chris and Marcy never again play bondage. Maybe
Chris didn't really know what it was all about, or he was scared of
it. The whole time she was reminiscing, Marcy had been twisting and
squirming her body against the ropes that held her. She came out
of
her dream when she heard the door open. Greenfield entered the
room
and locked the door behind him. He was being very careful not to
let
anyone know what was going on this night.
He didn't speak a word, but untied her and directed her over to the
tubular rack. He went to the closet and retrieved several long
strands of rope. Going back over to the tubular rack, and ordered
Marcy to standing inside the frame of the rack. He tightly tied
her
right wrist over her head and to the side support of the rack. Her
left wrist received the same treatment. She was told to spread her
legs. She obeyed, and her ankles were tied to the rack.
He held up a red ball gag to her. 'This will be a little
uncomfortable for you, but I don't think you'll complain too much
about it.' Without asking, she parted her lips to received the
ball
into her mouth. He tied the ends behind her head. It was a snug
fit
that kept her jaws pried apart.
He checked the ropes once more, ran his hands down the sides of her
body a few times, and left the room, again locking the doors behind
him. Once again, she was alone with her own thoughts.
She struggled in the rope, but soon surrendered the idea of escape.
She still felt that itch between her legs, and it was growing even
stronger. She knew it would be a long time before he might take
care
of that. The thought of being unreleaved just got her more excited
as the minutes passed.
Her mind began to wonder again. It was Mark who last had done the
honer of binding her. As they went out to the stable one night, he
told her he wanted to do something a little different. When the got
there, he instructed her to strip off her cloths. When she was
standing naked before him, he bound her hands behind her back. He
proceeded to played with her bound body for a several minutes.
Unable to resist he actions just made her all the more stimulated.
She was then placed on her knees and ordered to 'suck the skin off'
of his hard-on. He pumped his manhood in and out of her hungry
mouth
for several minutes, moaning in pleasure the whole time before he
felt his cum boiling up in his balls. After he came all over her
face and chest, he laid her down on the straw, tied her spread legs
to the posts, and licked her cunt into an orgasm. They finish with
Mark replacing his tongue with his dick and screwed her silly. It
was one of the most wild, erotic experiences she had ever had.
It was over an hour before Greenfield returned to his prisoner.
Marcy was hoping then he might release her and impose his will on
her. Instead, he ordered her into the dressing room for a change
of
attire. She would find her new outfit on the closet.
This time, her outfit was a black satin bussler, zipped in the
front,
with garter straps, lace G-string and matching black stockings.
But
instead of shoes, there were a pair of gold toed, ankle high boots
with spiked heels of gold. She thought the boots were a strange
thing to ware with lingerie. But she knew she had no choice in the
matter. She took off her white outfit. As she hung it up, she
noticed that her maids cloths were gone. 'Now why would he take
it?'
she wondered. But then she thought why worry about it. It was
going
to be some time before she was going to need it again.
Comparing the two, she deemed the white one was better for romance.
Something to ware when she wanted to be all woman, and let her man
know it. But the black one was better suited for intense sex. To
let her man know he was about to get it, but good. Maybe
Greenfield
had the same thoughts.
She pulled on the teddy. Again it was a perfect fit, although the
style of this one was designed to be tighter than the other. But
it
still was very attractive. She pulled on the stockings and snapped
them into the garters. The boots also fit just right, but again
were
very high. She walked on them for a moment to get the feel of
them.
Evidently Greenfield like women in high heels, and the higher the
better.
She sat down at the dressing table and redid her makeup She made
her
eyes darker that before, and touched up her lips with a dark red
lipstick. She brushed her hair, giving it a little more of a wild
look.
Looking on the table, she noticed there as a thin box, like the
kind
jewelry come in. A note was attached to it addressed to her. She
opened the note first. It was from Greenfield.
'Darling...' it read. 'Please except this gift that I am giving to
you. It is forever yours to keep. I hope you enjoy waring it.'
It wasn't signed, but it was defiantly Greenfield's handwriting.
She
opened the box to find a gold necklace. It was defiantly of good
quality gold and very beautiful. Her hands trembled as she put it
on. Even in the low lights, it sparkled in the mirror. For a few
minutes, all Marcy looked into the mirror at it and caress her
fingers over it.
Coming back to, she thought she had better get a move on. She
didn't
want to make the master upset. She checked herself out in the
vanity
mirror. She was very surprised at the results. Though it wasn't
as
romantic as the other, she defiantly looked and felt sexy. The
boots
did pull off with the outfit.
She went out to the playroom. Greenfield was seated in one of the
leather chairs. He didn't look too upset or impatient. In fact,
he
looked rather pleased.
'Give me the full show, if you would.' he said softly.
Again she slowly walked if front of him, turning on her heels,
giving
him a exhibition. Marcy had done a little modeling in high school,
and she knew how to walk and hold herself.
'Very becoming. Do you like you present?' he asked.
Marcy wanted to tell him how much she loved it, but as she was
about
to speak, she caught herself. She almost forgot her vow of
silence.
Instead, she nodded her head and ran her fingers across it. 'Good'
he
said. 'I'm glad you like it. Now let's get back to business
He guided her over to the pulley setup. He attached a spreader bar
to the hook. Marcy knew well what a spreader bar was. She had
worn
one before. But instead of her ankles being spread apart, he
locked
her wrists into the leather cuffs. He locked her ankles into a
pair
of steal legcuffs. These were different from the usual kind,
because
there weren't any links between the cuffs. Her legs were held
security together.
'Open your mouth' He ordered. A black leather sack was pushed into
her mouth, which was attached to a wide leather strap. Her lips
went
over the strap, forcing her mouth to be held open wider than it was
with the ball gag. The straps were buckled behind her head.
Though
it wasn't the most comfortable thing she had ever worn, it wasn't
as
bad as she thought it was going to be.
He walked over to a control panel and pressed a button. The
electric
motor slowly pulled the bar up. He stopped it just was Marcy's
heels
were to be pulled off the floor. If she stood strait, she could
keep
he feet on the ground.
'There.' he said. 'That'll do, very nicely. I must say, leather
and
steel agrees with you.'
This was a new one for her. She knew this position wasn't for sex,
but he could do what he wanted to her, if he wanted. Greenfield
knew
his plan was working. Marcy was getting more excited every minute.
He started his next phase.
He stood behind her and ran his hands up and down the sides of her
body, gently kissing her neck and shoulders. Wild chills ran down
her spine. her body shivered as his hands cupped her breasts and
felt her hard nipples. He pressed her hard-on into her soft ass
and
glided his fingers over her satin covered lips. He could feel the
fever burning inside her.
But for Marcy, it was over to fast. He stopped after just a few
moments of tantalizing. He knew if her kept it up much longer, she
would come. It wasn't her time yet. He kissed her shoulder, and
left the room. Marcy was left alone again, looking at herself in
the
mirror above her, and her lust running out of control inside her.
She twisted her body around. She pulled her ankles off the ground
and let her body swing from the chain. Her tongue played with the
gag, wishing it was his cock instead. She felt the fire in her
cunt
burning out of control, and her juices flowing from between her
lips. She planned that the next time her hands were free, even for
just a single moment, she would throw her arms around him and
release
herself upon his body.
It seemed like hours before he returned, but it was only half an
hour. She had calmed down a little by now. But when she saw him
enter the room, the burning lust inside her body returned to it's
fever pitch. He lowered the bar far enough to be able to release
her
wrists. Marcy thought this would be her chance, but it never came.
As fast as he released her hands, they were pinned into the center
of
her back. A set of leather cuffs pinned her wrists together, and
attached leather straps went around her upper arms to pull and hold
her wrists between her shoulder blades.
He went over to the motor control and lowered the bar completely to
the floor. He then unlocked the steel cuffs from around her ankles
and ordered her to lay down on the floor, face up. He spread her
legs and strapped her ankles into the leather collars of the
spreader
bar. Marcy wasn't quite sure what was to happen next.
Greenfield knelt over his bound prisoner, watching her struggled in
her bonds. He knew she couldn't get loose, and he wasn't about to
let her get loose. He pulled the top of the bussler down a little
and freed her breasts from the confines of the material. His
fingers
lightly squeezed her fleshy mounds and hard nipples. He watched
the
girl shiver with his every touch.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small handle. Marcy
quickly realized that it was a knife. He touched the button, and
the
silver blade sprung out from it's cradle. For a moment, she didn't
know what was going to happen. Was he going to cut her? Maybe
blood
turned him on. But he had promised not to hurt her.
Her fears were soon relieved. He reached down to her soaked
G-string
and slowly cut the the silk panties off her. He slowly puLled them
off of her, revealing her treasure. Again his fingers probed her
wetness and exploring her tunnel. The girl made deep moans of
pleasure into her gag.
But for Marcy, the volcano inside her didn't get the chance to
erupt. He stopped just as she was about to release her orgasm.
She
thought to herself that this guy was really an ass. Why won't he
let
her come.
But then she remembered, she was being punished. What better
punishment is there that not having your bodies greatest desire
fulfilled. It was diving her crazy. To be so aroused and excited,
and not allowed to release an orgasm was defiantly the ultimate in
discipline. What a punishment it was. But it did have advantages
over being spanked or fired.
Greenfield walked over to the control panel and pressed the lift
button. Slowly her legs were being pulled up off the floor. Soon
her hips were lifted up. Higher and higher the motor pulled her up
until she was hanging upside down. Her head was several inched off
the floor. She hung there, slowly turning from the chain that held
her suspended
Greenfield walked back over to her. She expected him just to play
with her for a moment, drive her wild, and then leave her alone
with
her thoughts again. But instead, he did what she wanted most.
She was hanging at just the right height for him to reach down to
her
nipples and play with them while his mouth enjoyed the sweetness of
her cunt. His tongue slowly licked her lips and toyed with her
clit. His fingers squeezed her breasts and roll her nipples
between
his fingers. This was by far the biggest thrill she had ever had.
To
be given exotic lingerie, expertly placed into immobility, situated
into ingenious positions, teased for hours, and finally orally
brought to orgasm was the greatest sexual experience she ever had,
and probably ever would again. Within minutes, she was on the edge
of her orgasm.
Marcy was squirming her suspended body around like a fish on a
hook.
Maybe, just maybe, that little itch inside her would finally be
taken
care of. Greenfield knew that she was on the edge of it and wanted
to keep her there. He kept her from letting her orgasm for several
minutes. He would speed up, then slowed down, driving her
absolutely
wild. He wanted her to reach the highest level of sexual
fulfillment
as possible.
When, at long last her orgasm came, it was the longest, most
violent
and intense one she had ever had. She screamed into her gag and
her
body shook wildly. It seemed like it lasted for minutes, and it
was
the best she ever had.
When it was completely over, she hung there limply, breathing
deeply
and continently. He rolled at padded table under her and slowly
lowered her body onto it. He released her mouth from the gag. She
wooed for a moment, and was about to tell him how great it was. A
sharp, quick glance from him silenced her. She remembered the vow.
He undid the leather cuffs from her ankles and wrists. She rubbed
her wrists and looked at the red lines the left. It could have
been
worse. But it sure couldn't have been better.
The bed covers were pulled down. He gently picked her up, and
carried her over to the bed. She quietly laid on the soft white
satin sheets as he removed the boots from her feet and covered her
with the top sheet and quilt.
'It's getting late,' he said 'and you must be tired. Sleep for a
while. I'll look in on you later.' He then pressed his mouth onto
hers and kissed her, long, slow and deep. He turned, lowered the
lights, and left the room.
Marcy laid in the middle of the bed, all warm, comfortable, and
content. She thought of the kiss he had given her. She loved the
feeling of his lips pressed against hers and the warm feeling it
gave
her. It was then that she realized that it was the first time he
had
done anything to satisfy himself. Everything else was designed to
give her excitement and pleasure.
She fell asleep the folds of the satin sheets a happy and satisfied
woman.
CONTINUED IN PART 3
From rdragon@ix.netcom.com Mon Dec 30 14:16:52 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: THE MAID 3/8
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Date: 30 Dec 1996 19:16:52 GMT
THE MAID PART 3
Marcy awoke several hours later. The room was still dimly lit.
She
sighed, and rolled in the sheets. She was going to sleep some
more,
but she began to relive the events of the night before. After a
few
minutes, she gave up on sleep and sat up in the bed.
She noticed the nightgown and robe that were laying at the foot of
the bed. It was then that, except for her boots, she was still
waring her outfit from last night. Greenfield must have brought
the
gown in earlier, and she should change. She took of the teddy and
slipped into the gown. It was made of satin and lace, and a light
pink in color. She pulled the matching robe on and pulled the tie
tight around her waist.
She almost stepped on the slippers that were next to the bed. The
slippers were the kind you find in the expensive Hollywood
catalogs.
The had a three inch heel, and fluffy feathers across the toes.
This
guy sure knew how to spoil a lady.
Marcy turned up the lights. Not having much else to do, she took a
walk around the room. She looked at all the items in the room.
The
supply cabinet was of special interest to her. She studied the
neat
items that were stored there. Some of them were completely escape
proof, others were merely for show rather than hold.
She had just put down a pair of legcuffs when the door open, and
Greenfield walked in. Marcy was worried the he might be angry for
looking at the stuff. But he smiled and walked over to her.
'Do you like my collection?' he asked.
Marcy didn't answer, but nodded her head.
'Good. You remembered not to speak. If you like, you may now
speak.'
'Thank you, sir.'
'Does all this frighten you?' he asked as he looked into the
cabinet.
'Oh no sir, not at all. I was just admiring it.' she said as she
picked up a coil of rope. 'I know what some of these thing are,
but
others, I'm not quite sure.
'Are you asking me because you thing I want you ask, or because you
want to know yourself?'
She was took back for a moment. She thought over the question very
carefully. The real question is if she enjoys this or not.
'I am truly interested in this sir.' she answered. 'And I really
did
enjoy last night.'
'Is that the truth Marcy?'
'Yes sir. It's the truth.'
Greenfield was satisfied with her answers. He gave a small smiled
to
the girl. She returned one of her own. He took the rope from her
hands.
'We'll look at this stuff later. But first, let's have something
to
eat. You must be hungry.'
She realized that she hadn't eaten a thing since dinner the night
before. He opened another door to exposed a small room. There was
a
small dinner table in the center, covered with a table cloth, fine
china and silverware. Soft, soothing music played in the
background. Against the far wall was a buffet, covered with a
large
assortment of breakfast and brunch items. There were pancakes,
eggs,
bacon, toast, sweet rolls, fruit and nuts, coffee, juice, and
champagne.
They filled their plates, and sat down to eat. Marcy wasn't sure
what to say, if anything. But Greenfield started the conversation.
They talked about everything. He was an excellent
conversationalist. But not once did they talk about the night
before, or any related subject.
'I took the liberty of talking to Ms. Breeker for you. I informed
her that you were going out of town to visit friends, and you
wouldn't be in the rest of the weekend. I gave you the weekend
off.'
'I was wondering about that sir. I... I wasn't sure what to do.'
'What you mean to say is, you were wondering if you punishment is
over or not.'
'Well, I guess that's what I mean.' she answered shyly
He put his fork down. 'Tell me what do you think.'
'Well,' she said. 'under the law, the more severe the crime, the
greater the punishment is. It was an expensive vase, I was caught
at
the scene of the crime, and I don't seem to have a lawyer. The
evidence is against me, and I guess I must expect the most harsh
sentence under the law. I must plead guilty to the charge, and
except whatever sentence the court feels is fair restitution'
Greenfield laughed. 'Quite a analysis, young lady. Am I to assume
that I'm the Prosecutor, Judge, and Warden in this case?'
'Yes, your Honer.'
'Well then. Does the defendant feel the punishment fits the
crime?'
'Yes, your Honer.'
'Should I let you off so easy. Give you time off for good behavior
and an early parole or make you serve the full sentence?
'As the defendant, I'll say whatever it takes to get out easy. But
I
know I must pay my debt to society, you Honer.'
She knew what he was doing. He was trying to find out if this was
all to much for her and if she wanted to get out of this now. She
respected him for it. She knew she had been kidnapped by him.
Nobody knew where she was, or what had happened to her except for
him. She realized she was completly under his control, and
couldn't
escape without his permission. But she didn't want to walk away.
Something was keeping her here. She wanted to do more, and please
him. She had enjoyed everything that has happened, and was looking
forward to what was next.
'Well,' he said, 'I can see that you haven't been reformed. And
you
haven't fulfilled you debt to society yet. Therefore, I sentence
you
to the full term under the law. Detention to begin immediately.
This court stands adjourned.' He hammered the table with a butter
knife.
This was the judgement she was hoping for. 'Thank you, your Honer'
she replied.
He stood up and ordered her to remain quit, and led into the main
room. She was taken over to the bed, and told to remove her robe
and
slippers, and lay face down on the bed. She did as commanded, now
waring only the gown, as he collected what he needed. Her wrists
were pulled behind her back and tied tightly together with red
velvet
strips. Her ankles were also tied together with another strip. A
third strip was inserted in her mouth with another covering it and
tied behind her head. Longer strips were wrapped around her
thighs,
knees, chest and waits. A final strip was placed over her eyes and
tied behind her head.
'You will be serving the rest of your sentence in this room.
Consider it your cell for the weekend. I'll check up on you
later.'
He got up, turned down all the lights except for the bright one
over
the bed. Marcy couldn't see a thing through the blindfold. She
knew
he was leaving the room and would return when he wanted.
She lay on the satin sheets, trying to get free. She thought this
might be to simple, and she would be loose in a moment. But it
wasn't going to be as easy as she had hoped. For as soft as the
were, the velvet cords were strong and didn't give an inch.
It was some time before she gave up. If she was going to be a
prisoner, she might as well try to escape. Not that she wanted to,
but she felt she had to try. But she knew the effort would be
fruitless. Even if she did get free, where would she go. All the
doors were locked. All in all, she couldn't escape is she really
wanted to.
Her mind raced around. In the darkness, she began to immagion his
return. What would he do next. She had just about given up on
guessing on him. But most of all, when would he satisfy his needs.
When would he just screw her like crazy. She wanted that just as
bad
as he must.
It was two hours before he returned. Marcy was laying motionless
on
the bed when she heard the door open. She heard his slow footsteps
walking toward her, but couldn't see him. At last, she felt him
sit
down on the bed. She jump at the touch of his hand on her back.
His hand slowly moved up and down her back, her legs, and her ass.
His touch was so light. As his fingers slid over the satin
material,
shivers ran down her spine. He removed the strip from her eyes.
She
blinked in the strong light, but soon adjusted to it. She rolled
over and looked up at him. He was dressed in a comfortable shirt
and
black dress pants. His hands continued to play with her. His
fingers ranged up and down her body. She sighed as he cupped his
over her chest. She closed her eyes and let the flood of sensation
flow through her body.
He continued to let his hands slowly play with her as he spoke to
her
in a authoritative voice.
'Go into the dressing room and through the other door. There you
will find a small bathroom with shower. You should find whatever
you
need. Take as much time as you like. In the dressing room you'll
find change of cloths in the closet. Change into the outfit and
return here. If you return before I do, wait here, I won't be
long.
Do you understand?'
She nodded her head. He untied the velvet cord from her body and
removed the gag from her mouth. She slowly walked over to the room
and the door closed behind her. She rushed over to the hutch to
see
what was there for her.
There was a set of matching red lace bra, panties, garter belt and
a
set of red silk stockings with seems running up the back. The red
high heels she wore before were also there.
'Red is the color of passion.' she said to herself.
She went into the bathroom. The room as better than the typical
bathroom, The decor was bright and tasteful. The shower had the
best
scented shampoos and conditioners. The towels were thick and
plentiful and the finest imported soaps were available. The room
was
heated, to avoid chills.
She let the warm water run down her body. It felt good to let her
arms stretch, and the sweat wash off her. She got out and rapped a
thick bathroom around herself. She dried her hair, and used the
curling iron. When she was done, she went back to the dressing
room.
She put on her makeup first. She kept the red theme going by using
red-tinted eye shadow and extra blush. She used the brightest red
lipstick in the table.
She put on the outfit and carefully pulled on her stockings.
Nothings is worst than a run in your stockings. Lastly, she pulled
on the pumps. She stood in front of the mirror.
Normally, she didn't like the way she looked. She thought she was
too fat, or her chest was too small. But every time she looked
into
this mirror, she liked what she saw. She just hoped Greenfield
like
it too.
It was a little more than an hour before she went back into the
playpen. The lights were on more even throughout the room.
Greenfield was nowhere to be seen. The bed had been changed into
black satin sheets and the quilt was gone. Other than that,
nothing
else was different. Her instructions were to wait for him, so she
went over to the bed. She hesitated to lay down on bed. Maybe she
had
better wait to see what he wanted. So she elected to sit in the
wooded chair. The chair as an old heavy one, and it creaked as she
sat in it.
She didn't have to wait long before he returned. He was waring a
white silk shirt and a tight pair of leather pants. He entered the
room and slowly walked over to her. Before he got there, she stood
up and modeled for him before he would ask her.
'Yes' he said. 'I do like it, and what's in it. Do you?'
She nodded her head.
'Take you seat again. You're just where I want you.'
She sat down in the chair. He produced several coils of soft white
rope and began to tie her to the chair. Her wrists were tied to
the
arms of the chair and her upper arms were roped to the chair back.
He passed rope around her waist and chair back. Her chest received
the same treatment. Lastly, her ankles and calves were tied to the
legs of the chair.
He went around and checked all the knots. Marcy knew getting loose
from this one would be impossible. All rope ends were beyond
reach,
and all knots were tight.
He showed her the red ball gag. 'You remember this, of course. As
you can see, it's is style with you attire.' Marcy opened her
mouth
to receive the gag. He pushed it in, and tied the secured the
ends.
He stepped back and watched the girl. Marcy struggled in the
ropes,
trying to make some slack. Thought the ropes weren't too tight,
there wasn't any room for movement. The chair creaked as she
worked
her body around.
Greenfield was satisfied with his work. He walked behind her and
laid his hands on her shoulders. She loved the touch of his hands
on
her bare skin. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as his hands
lightly roamed around her body.
But after only a minute, he stopped and left the room. She felt
the
itch between her legs again. She felt herself getting hot and wet
once more. Again she knew the punishment of both the body and the
mind was working on her.
She began to wonder who else had been brought into this room.
There
had to have been others. She fantasied about a tall red-headed
woman, chained tightly to the rack. Her body stripped of her
cloths,
except for red spiked heels, and held immobile. Her mouth filled
with a leather gag. Greenfield had her so horny, that the juices
were running down her legs and he rolled her nipples between his
fingers. It was hours before she had her needs taken care of.
She then thought of another scenario where two women were tied
together at the waists. Their arms pulled above the naked bodies,
and their spread legs tied together at the ankles. The sweat
poured
off their hot bodies as he played with them. Then they were tied
kneeling back to back, as he took turns receiving the blow jobs
they
hungrily gave him. Marcy couldn't help herself. The whole time he
was gone, she squirmed in the chair and fantasized. Her body
getting
hotter, and her mind getting hornier. She dreamed of his return.
She needed it so badly. When would he return?
It was less than an hour later before he returned to her. He spoke
not a word, but slowly untied her from the chair, but left the gag
in
her mouth. He pulled her to her feet, and lead her over to the
bed.
He turned the girl around and stood behind her. She felt arms
reach
around her and unhook the front clasp of the bra and it being
pulled
off of her. Her hard nipples welcomed the cool air. Next, her
panties were slowly pulled down her legs. She stepped out of them
without a word.
He moved her to be laying on her back on the bed. He pulled out
leathers straps with leather cuffs on one end. He placed her left
wrist in the cuff, buckled it, and tied it to the brass headboard.
Her right one received the same. Her legs were spread, and two
more
straps secured them in place.
Marcy loved the smell and feel of fine leather. She loved the
sound
it made as it moved, and how it felt on her skin. Greenfield as
also
a fan of leather, and used it whenever he could.
The girl worked her arms and legs, but found no relief form the
straps. She was tightly restrained, and slightly stretched.
Completely vonderable to whatever he wanted. She stared up into
the
mirrored ceiling. She watched the reflection of her naked body,
squirming in it's bonds.
He sat down on the bed next to her. He gently glided his finger
over
her skin. She shivered at his touch. His fingers played with her,
squeezing and probing wherever they wanted. They felt her hard
nipples, and entered her wet cunt. Marcy wished he wouldn't stop.
His tip of his tongue touched her nipples as he fingers her clit.
Soon, his whole mouth was on her breasts, gently sucking them. His
fingers worked faster on her clit, building her into a huge orgasm.
Again her held her on the edge, not allowing her to release. Marcy
thrashed on the bed as much as her restraints would allow.
After several minutes of closeness, he finally let her explode.
She
came as long and hard as the night before. She tensed her body as
the wave rolled over her body. Then it finally calmed again, as
she
lay limp on the soft sheets.
Greenfield stopped for a moment. Again his fingers gently glided
over her soft skin. The girl was breathing fast and deep,
recovering
from her ordeal. But it wasn't long before she released she was
getting excited again. Greenfield was again playing with her
nipples
and clit. She felt the itch return, and began to squirm again.
She
never got this excited so quickly after and orgasm.
His touch got her hot once more. What a talent her had for it.
But
this time, she wanted him deep inside of her. She wanted to feel
his
body slam into hers as he pumped in and out of her. She wanted him
like no man ever before.
Greenfield stood up. Marcy was worried he was going to leave
again.
But instead of leaving, he slowly removed his shirt. She got more
and more excited as she did a slow striptease. She loved his
muscular body, his chest, his legs and tight waist.
At last, he was down to his black bikini brief. Marcy could see
the
huge bulge in them, and wanted to see the true thing. He slowly
pulled of the brief to reveal his manhood to her. It was long and
firm, and it stood hard like a pole.
He gently stroked it, and it grew even larger. Marcy wanted do
badly
to be doing it herself. Her twisted and turned as much as the
leather would give. She grunted and groaned into her gag, leading
him to shove it into her.
He crawled on top of her and pressed her hardon onto her excited
clit. He slowly moved his body on top of body, dry humping her.
Marcy returned as much as she could. She could feel her orgasm
building to monster proportions.
He then lifted up and slowly pushed is cock into her. He did it so
slowly, that she wondered if it was too big to fit inside her. At
last her was totally in her, and the tip seemed to touch bottom.
Marcy moaned deeply as her pushed it in a little harded. He
squirmed
it inside of her, driving her wild.
He strokes started long and slow. He wanted to savor this for as
long as possible. Marcy too wanted it to last. But with each
stroke, he got a little faster, and she moved her hips a little
more
each time.
Finally, they were at full speed. He was ramming in to her, and
she
was bucking like wild. Her muffled grunts and groans mixed with
his,
as they both were heading toward their climaxes.
The wave of pleasure shot through Marcy's body. She tensed her
body
as it shook her. Within a few seconds of starting, Greenfield
rammed
deep inside of her and shot a huge load of cum deep into her. He
pushed in deeper as the cum poured out of him. At last, they were
through.
He laid on top of her, his softening dick still inside her. He
pulled the ball out of her mouth, and pressed his lips onto hers.
They kissed hard and passionately for several minutes. Their
bodies
pressing into one another, trying to become one.
Within minutes, Marcy noticed that he was hard again, and was
slowly
starting to hump again. He stopped after a minute, and pulled out,
much to Marcy's disappointment.
But is only for a moment. He untied the rope for the ball gag. He
then moved down to her ankles, unbuckled the belts and pulled them
off of her legs. Lastly, her wrists were freed from the straps.
He
then laid down on the bed next to her. Again their mouths met.
This
time, Marcy could return all the favors he had bestowed upon her.
Her
hands stroked his chest as his caressed her hips. Her fingers
wrapped around his cock, as his played with clit. He both were
breathing hard. His lips kisses and sucked her nipples as she ran
her fingers through his hair.
She rolled him onto his back, and moved her head down to his
groins.
She licked the tip of is head, and tasted his cum. She kissed the
shaft, and finally took the whole thing into her mouth. She loved
to
give men head. She almost got off on it as much as they did.
CONTINUED IN PART 4
From rdragon@ix.netcom.com Mon Dec 30 14:17:21 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: THE MAID 4/8
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Date: 30 Dec 1996 19:17:21 GMT
THE MAID PART 4
After a few minutes, she pulled her up to him, and she straddled
his
hips. They humped for a few minutes, as the kissed deeply. She
them
moved up, and he slid his rod inside of her. They fucked for a few
moments with her on top if him. Even though she was in the
superior
position, he still controlled the situation. They moved well
together, as they moaned and groaned.
He then rolled them over, and was on top again. She rapped her
legs
around him and squeezes tight. They fucked faster and faster.
Their
sweat covered bodies mashing into one another. They rolled from
side
to side on the sheets.
She felt his body tighten up, and him ram into her. Just as he
shot
his second load, she felt her climax hit. She screamed out with
delight as he grunted out his. Again the matched the orgasm
together. Within a couple of minutes, they were exhausted, with
him
laying on top of her.
After a few more minutes, the rolled over, pulled up the sheets,
and
cuddled together. Marcy sighed continently as her held her in his
arms. For several minutes, neither of them spoke a word.
'May I speak, sir.' she dared asked.
'Of course you may.'
'If this is punishment, I hope I'm in detention for life.'
'Discipline has many forms. This happens to be my favorite.'
'It's mine now.' She hugged him tightly. She felt strangely
content and safe in his arms. Not since she was a little girl and
her father's hugged her to drive the night creeps away had she such
feelings. He felt happy.
'Say' he said after a few moments, 'how would you like to get out
and
do a little shopping.'
She giggled a bit. 'But I thought my term isn't up yet.'
'Call it a work release program, if you want.'
'Oh yes, sir, but I hope you are coming with me?'
'Of course. You can't leave without a guard.'
They got up out of the bed. It was the she realized one small
problem. 'What am I going to ware. I don't think this is
appropriate
streetwear. And I don't know where my uniform went to.'
'I feel it's appropriate myself. In fact, it's perfect, but not
practical. We can't have men falling all over you. But it's
already
covered. You'll find proper attire in the dressing room.'
A complete change of cloths was waiting for her. A white blouse,
tight blue jeans, pantyhose, bra, white high heels and matching
purse. By someway, everything she had worn in the past 36 hours
has
fit better than her own cloths.
She met him the the playpen. He had changed into blue jeans and
cowboy boots. 'A prisoner should be shackled if they leave the
jail. But I think handcuffs will do.' She held out her wrist, and
he snapped them on her. Having her secured, they walked out the
door
to the garage.
'I gave the help the day off, except of Wayne.' Wayne was the
butler, and the head of the staff. He had been with the master for
years.
'Why Wayne, Mr. Greenfield.'
He's the only one I trust. He knows all about my little quirks,
except for you now. He also helped me construct the room, and
furnish it. In return, he and his wife us it on occasion, with my
permission.
'Does he know about me?'
'No. He knows there is someone here, but doesn't know who. He's
upstairs, and will not pry into this affair. All and all, he's a
very good man.'
'He must be. sir.'
He stopped them at the garage door. 'For the rest of the weekend,
you don't need to call me sir. You know my name is Ronald. Use
that, or Ron, if you like. I really hate formalities.' He smiled
at
the girl. She knew that she didn't have to worry about anything.
'I like Ronald. It's a handsome name.' she stated.
They walked into the garage. 'I don't think we need these for a
while. But I'll hang on to them in case you get jumpy.' He
unlocked
the cuffs from her wrists.
'Which car do you like to take?' he asked.
Greenfield was a car buff, and had several. A few imports, a
Caddy,
and a couple old muscle cars from the late sixties.
Marcy walked over to the little red Mersadies Bends convertible.
'I
always wanted to drive around on a country road, doing about
ninety,
in a little car like this. Could we take this one. At least I can
say I've been in one'
'If you like. Maybe we can make your dream come true.' They jumped
in, put the top down, and took off. I wasn't a long drive to the
mall, but it became one. The went out onto the highway, and opened
it up to 100 MPH. It was a warm afternoon, and the breeze blew
through their hair.
The got to the mall about an hour later. The shopped around for a
while before the got to the shoe store. Marcy saw a pair of red
spiked heels, with ankle straps.
'Do you like those?' he asked.
'Yes, I do. I'm sure you do too.'
'You've guessed I like high heels on a woman. I think the make a
woman truly a woman. Men can have long hair, and can dress more
feminine, but heels a strictly a ladies item.'
'Why's that?'
'The make the leg look longer, and leaner. There's also something
sexy about them. But you must thing I'm strange.'
'Oh no. Not at all. I completely agree with you. I love heels,
but
never really ware them. I don't think I have the legs for them.'
'Oh shit.' he said 'What woman thinks she does? A woman is either
never satisfied with herself, or she is so conceded, no one is good
enough for her. My dear, you look sensational in heels, and
everything else you ware. I happen to believe that you are a most
attractive woman.'
She was speechless. He had never been given such complements, and
she was deeply flattered. Not knowing what to say, she looked into
the case at she shoes.
'Would you like them?' he asked
'Yes, I would. But I can't afford them.'
'No, but I can.'
'Oh no. I can't let you do that. That's not fair.'
'Why do you thing I brought you here. I intend to spoil you
rotten.
This is only the start, and it continues in line with my plans.
Like
I said, there are many forms of punishment. Are you coming with in
with me, or do I have to buy them without you trying them on?'
At first she wasn't sure if she should protest more or not. But
she
felt his air of mastery. If he wants her to have it, one way or
another, she will. The went into the store. She tried them on and
fell in love with them. Again she offered to help pay, but he
wouldn't hear of it.
The went into another store and he bought her a red silk blouse.
Again her protested, but gave in to him. 'I told you once, and I'll
tell you again, it's all part of the plan, and you will have it,
one
way or another.'
They proceeded next to a leather shop. She stopped out side the
door.
'Really, Ronald. This is too much. I like leather cloths, but I
don't want you to spent all your money on me. It makes me feel
cheap
or something.
'Listen to me. First of all, I have enough money, but no one to
spend it on. I like to spoil people. I gives me pleasure, and
something to do. Second, you're not asking for it, nor expecting
it. So, your not cheap or something. And third, I want to, and I
want you to have it. Besides, I like a woman in leather and silk.'
'That too much. I can't let you buy everything in the place for
me.
Besides, where am I going to ware all of this stuff.'
'Out to dinner with me tonight at Club Roger, then dancing at the
Outrage, if you must know.'
'Are you serious?' she asked.
'Serious as a heart attack. Remember, spoiled rotten. Come on
now,
in we go. We have to get a move on. Hup, two, three, four.'
He had her try on a white leather miniskirt. The smell of leather,
and the way it moves on a body really turned her on. She came out
of
the dressing room and showed her master. He smiled, and nodded in
approvement. She changed and came out. Ronald was over by the
leather jackets. He held up a red one.
'Try this on. I think it will be a good fit.'
She slipped in on, snapped it closed and tied the sash 'Well?'
'Very nice. Take a look for yourself.' He pointed to a mirror.
'Oh. I love it.' She said turning around and looking at the back.
She looked at the price tag on the cuff. 'Ronald, are you sure?'
'Yes, I'm sure. Discipline comes in many forms. I happen to like
this form, not to mention, your form. You also need a purse to go
with it.'
They took the skirt, jacket and purse up to the register and payed
for them. The counter girl put them in boxes and bags, and the
left
the store. When they were outside the store, she stopped and
turned
to him.
'I guess I should thank you for all of this. I never had anyone do
so much for me.'
'No thanks are necessary. I just hope you enjoy them all, and
tonight.'
'With you, I know I will' The went out to the car. The air was
still
warm, but he pulled the top up. He then opened the glove box, and
pulled out hand and legcuffs.
'You were a little to disagreeable in there. I'm afraid you must
ware these home.'
'I was a bad girl.' she joked as he locked her wrists behind her
back, and locked her legs together. He started the car and drove
off. This time, he went strait home.
The whole time, the girl struggled in the chains. She fantasized
that he picked her hitchhiking. He said he would give her a ride
only if she agreed to be handcuffed during the drive. Of course
she
played it out that half way through the drive, he stopped the car
and
proceeded to give her a lesion on not thumbing for rides.
Her dream didn't come true. Soon they were pulling up the drive to
the estate and in the garage. He unlocked her ankles, but kept her
wrists together. They went into the house and back to the playpen.
'Since you weren't the model prisoner,' he said, 'I an afraid that
you must be put into solitary confinement for a while.'
'Yes sir, warden.' she replied. He removed her cuffs and ordered
her
to strip her cloths off. When she was naked, she was commended to
lay on the bed, face down.
He pulled her wrists behind her back and tied and clinched them
tightly with lots of rope. Her ankles were then roped together in
a
similar manner. He then attached a length of rope to her wrists,
bent her legs, and tied the other end to her ankles. She laid on
the
bed in a very tight hog-tie.
She rolled around an the bed for a few moments, trying to get
loose.
She grunted and groaned as she tried to loosed her ropes.
Greenfield
looked at her struggled. The both knew that she wasn't going to
get
loose.
He shoved a cloth into her mouth and held it in place with another
one tied around her head. Her groans were muffled as she continued
to fight the bonds. He collected her cloths, and left the room.
She laid on the bedspread, rolling and turning around, trying to
free
herself. She really didn't want to get loose, but it was fun to
try. Soon her body was getting hot and sweaty. Was the room
getting
warmer, or was she getting hot from her struggles.
Marcy struggled for quite some time before she was exhausted. She
felt her body begin to ache. But she still relished the ropes that
held her. She felt herself getting sleepy. She never had slept
when
she had been tied up. But then again, she never had been tied up
in
so many different ways, with so many different restraints, for so
long. She closed closed her eyes and gave in to sleep. She awoke
to
find her body covered with sweat. During her nap, she had horny
dreams about being tied and ravished by several men. She then
noticed Greenfield sitting in the chair, watching her. She again
started to struggle as her got up and came over to her.
He untied her ankles form the wrists, and then removed the ropes
around her ankles. He spoke to her in soft, erotic words.
'I've been watching you. Did you have dirty little dreams? You
must
have, because your body is wet and your ass is twitching. Your ass
is so soft and firm. You like it touched, don't you. Does this
feel
good too?' he said as his fingers explored her and played with her
clit. Marcy moaned into her gag.
Within a moment, she was hot with desire. Greenfield knew it, and
was horny himself. He dropped his pants, climbed on top of her and
rammed his rod into her. His hips ground into her ass. He rammed
into her hard and fast. Marcy was squirming under him, her orgasm
building higher and higher. She raised her ass up, trying to get
him
in deeper.
It was several minutes before he felt his climax building up. He
moved his sweat covered body faster and faster as it got closer.
Marcy released her orgasm, groaning through her gag. Greenfield
knew
it, and it made him all the more excited.
Marcy couldn't wait for him to explode inside her. She wanted to
feel his load rush into her. Greenfield held it back for as long
as
her could. When he shot, it was like a dam had burst. He mounded
loudly, plunging himself into her deep. Marcy arched herself,
trying
to let it deep inside her, and moaned deeply. It seemed like he
pumped in more and more each time.
He didn't move for a moment, letting the feeling of relief flow
over
him. He then pulled himself off her and pulled on his cloths.
Marcy
expected him to release her, but instead he tied her ankles
together,
untied her wrists, rolled her limp body over, and retied her wrists
together. He then attached her wrists to the head board, her ankles
to her footboard, and left the room.
For a few moments, she was upset. Why didn't her untie her and lay
next to her. She wondered if she was really just a good lay for
him. But then she remembered what this was all about. She was
being
punished. He had his plan, and she had to follow it. She knew
that
she was more that just a good time. She felt in her heart that she
was falling for him, and would do whatever her wanted. This was
what
he wanted, and what she deserved.
She again slept soundly for a while. She was awoke by the gentle
touch of his hands on her body. His fingers sent shivers of
pleasure
up her spine.
'A nice nap, my love?' he asked as he pulled the gag out of her
mouth.
'Yes' she answered, 'I dreamed about you.'
He united her body. 'It's about time for you to her ready for
dinner. Your cloths are in the dressing room. Meet me back here.'
'May I ask you something?' 'You may.' he answered as he handed her
the satin rope.
'How did you know all these cloths would fit me so well.'
'I got the sizes from you uniform. After that, it was very simple.
I did have to guess on a couple things, but I think I was correct.'
'It was amazingly correct. Did you buy it all.'
'Yes. I picked everything out for you specially. And it's all
yours
to keep, if you like.'
'You're too good to me. I, I don't know how to thank you.'
'You've thanked me by being here. Now get along, we have
reservations at seven, and I'm getting hungry. I can be a real
animal when I haven't eaten.'
'You are already one,'
He laughed, took her hand, and went with her to the dressing room.
There he kissed her, and left.
From rdragon@ix.netcom.com Mon Dec 30 14:18:01 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: THE MAID 5/8
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Date: 30 Dec 1996 19:18:01 GMT
THE MAID PART 5
The hutch and dresser were filled with all the cloths she had worn
in
the past day. A few other outfits were also there, all in her
sizes. What a way to be punished.
She showered and cleaned up. She did her hair and makeup again.
She
want for a more refined look, yet still attractive and sexy. She
took her time, trying to look her best for him. She didn't want to
have him embarrassed to be seen with her. She selected a wonderful
soft perfume that she hoped he liked.
She found a white lacy bar and panties, and matching garter belt.
He
seemed to like that Victorian look in lingerie. She wasn't quite
sure what stockings to ware. Red would be too much, and white
didn't
quite seem to fit. She then found the perfect choice. She chose
the
ever traditional seamless tan stockings. They were of pure silk
and
so smooth. She gently glided them on, and gently moaned. The felt
so good against her skin.
She slipped on a white pair of heels and stood in front of the
mirror. Though she never was a real fan of garter belts,
stockings,
and lingerie before, she was now. There was something special
about
it. It made her feel so feminine and attractive. And the heels
brought it out in her. Greenfield was right about that. Next
week,
she was going out and buy some new outfits for herself.
She finished getting dressed. She slipped on the silk blouse and
leather skirt. She was afraid her new shoes were going to kill her
feet. But they were soft and flexible. She walked comfortable in
them. She put on her gold necklace, grabbed her purse, took one
last
glance in the mirror, and was about to go back to the playpen when
she noticed a little jewerly box on the table addressed to her,
labeled "To be worn tonight".
She opened it to find a beautiful gold ankle braclet that matched
her
gold necklace. It shined in the light as she put in on her right
ankle. Greenfield was already in the playpen when she got there,
reading a leather bound book. He was waring black slacks, white
shirt, a tweed jacket and leather shoes. He put the book down as
she
approached. She turned on her heels, and gave him a fashion show.
'Do you like it?' she asked
'Yes. I like it very much. You look ravishing my dear.'
'I hope I wouldn't dissappoint you.'
'The only way you could do that is if you didn't wish to go with
me.
Shall we go.'
She thanked him for the present. "No thanks needed. Just enjoy
it"
he said as he held out his arm and the left the room, arm in arm.
The went to the garage and got into the caddy. It has smoked
windows, power sunroof, and every option they made. On the set was
a
single red rose. He didn't say a word about it, but Marcy held it
the whole time they drove to the restaurant.
The place was a kind of casual elegance. Most of the men were
waring
jackets, and a few had ties. The women ranged from long formal to
overly tight jeans. Marcy was worried she would look out of place,
but soon relaxed. The host was a tall blond woman who was the most
poised woman Marcy every had seen. She warmly welcomed them and
lead
them to their table.
The waiter was the one Greenfield requested. He got them their
drinks and described the chefs creations.
'This is the best place in town for a steak.' Greenfield said.
'Also
the prime rib is excellent
'It all looks so good.' she said looking at the outragous prices.
'I
don't know what to have.'
'Do you mind of I ordered for us?'
'Please do.'
'We'll both have the surf and turf, done medium, and a bottle of
Red
Wine.'
'Excellent choice, Mr. Greenfield.' the waiter said. 'I'll be back
in a moment with your salads.'
'I never had lobster before.' Marcy stated.
'Well, then, you are in for a treat.'
Suddenly, a short, stout man walked up to the table.
'Greenfield,' he said almost shouting, 'Ronald Greenfield. How the
hell are you old boy.' 'Well hello James. It has been a while'
Greenfield replied, shacking his hand.
'Oh, it's been almost a year since I saw you last.'
'You're looking very fit.'
'Lost twenty pounds on one of those Califorina diets. Never felt
better.' He turned to Marcy. 'But who is this lovely creature.'
'Excuse my manners. James Rolland, meet Miss Marcy Hughes. James
and I are old friends.'
'How do you do, Mr. Rolland.' she said holding up her hand.
'Oh, James, please. The pleasure in all mine.'
Greenfield gave Marcy an approving glance and nod. She knew she
just
passed the society test.
'Come join Racial and I for dinner. We have much to talk about.'
Marcy was worried. What would she have to say to rich upper
classes. What did she have in common. But Ronald took care of it
for both of them.
'I sorry, James, but I must decline. We came for a quiet little
dinner. I sure you understand.'
'Now don't tell me you're going to keep this lovely lady away from
us
and captive all to yourself?'
'Yes, that is my idea.' He shot Marcy a quick smile. She got the
joke. His captive, all to himself.
'Oh, well. Our loss.' He looked at her with a lust in his eye.
She
could tell the man was undressing her with his eyes. Marcy just
accepted it as a complement. 'Don't keep the boy up all night. He
needs his rest. A pleasure Miss.' he shook her hand.
'Nice to have meet you.' She replied
The two men shook hands, said a word of salutation, and Mr. James
Rolland waddled off to his table.
'Thank you for not accepting his offer of dinner.' she said
'Marcy. The old man is a coot, and to be perfectly honest, a jerk.
He came over here not to see an old friend, but to impress the rest
of the place. He wants everyone in here to think he's some kind of
hot shot. And, more than likely, would have made a play for you
right in front of his wife. I hope you really didn't want him to
maul you under the table.'
'It's not that. It's just I don't know how to act around these
people. I'm not that sophisticated 'I understand what you are
saying, but you don't have to do an act. You don't need to be fake
like the rest of these people. Just be yourself. Make them fall
for
you like you are, like I have. As for sophistication, you have
plenty of that, more than these fakers.'
'But I don't fit in. We have different experiences and
backgrounds.'
'You fit in better than you think. See that woman sitting over
there
with the tight blue dress.' he pointed to a table across the room.
'That's Lucy Palmer. Before she met Palmer, she claimed she was an
actress. But in reality, she was a stripper at a low class joint.
Palmer came in one night, they played nookie in the back, and
whammo,
she's got him hooked. Two months later, they're married. She
married old man Palmer for the money, and has cheap little affairs
on
the side when he's at work or out of town.'
'You're making that up.' she replied.
'Nope. Every word of it is true. She made a play for me one
night,
at a party I was giving, right under the old man's nose.'
'What did she do?'
'She asked me if I could tell he all about foreplay. What a line.
I
told her to consult Websters.'
Marcy giggled. 'You didn't.'
'I sure did. Since then she hasn't spoke a word to me, which is no
great loss, I assure you. And the real kicker of it, she can't say
a
word to the old man. It must drive her crazy.'
'I don't believe it. Your making up every word of it.'
'I give you my word, it's the honest truth. I could give you a
dozen
stories similar to it. So you see, the social circle is in no way,
shape, or form and better and anyone else.'
Marcy felt better. If the stories were true, then she could fit in
without any problem. If they weren't, then it meant Ronald didn't
care if she didn't fit. All he wanted was for her to be
comfortable.
The dinner was excellent, and the conversation was enjoyable. They
left for the night club. As they drove, Marcy felt comfortable
with
this man. He was warm, sensitive, and kind. Something was kindled
in her heart, a feeling she never had before.
They arrived at the club, and were escorted to the best table in
the
house. The music was loud, and the lights were low. They ordered
drinks, and danced away the night. Greenfield was a good dancer.
He
knew how to move his body to the music. Marcy was good too. They
danced well together.
At about two o'clock, they left the bar. The car was pulled up for
them by a Spanish man with a heavy accent. Greenfield gave him a
tip, and they drove off. Marcy felt his hand close around hers.
She
didn't pull it away.
'I had a wonderful time.' she said.
'I did too.' he replied. 'It was the company.'
They drove the rest of the way in silence.
Back at the house, the walked in together, with his arm around her
waist.
'Does this mean the work release program is over.?' she asked.
'For tonight. You did miss curfew.'
'Then I better pay the price for it.' she said. Marcy turned
around
and placed her wrists behind her back. Greenfield pulled out a
pair
of handcuffs and locked her wrists.
'Back to my cell, I assume'
'You assume correctly' he replied. The red ball gag was placed in
her mouth, he tied the ends, and led her to the playpen.
They entered the room. Marcy turned to face her master.
Greenfield
threw a large pillow in front of her.
'Get on your knees.' he ordered. Marcy dropped to the floor and
knelt on the cushion. He opened her jacket and pulled it down off
of
her. It bunched around her wrists. He knelt behind her and
carefully unlocked her right wrist, pulled the jacket off her arm,
and relocked the cuff. He then did the same procedure with her
other
arm. Her jacket was laid in the chair.
Greenfield walked behind her and locked her left ankle in a
legcuffs. He looped the other end around the chain of the
handcuffs
and locked the other end on her right ankle. Thus she was loosely
hog-tied.
Marcy struggled for a moment. The cold steel held her extremely
tightly. She looked at her master and saw the big bulge in his
pants. For several minutes, she squirmed and grunted as she stood
by
looking on.
She wasn't surprised at his next action. In fact she expected it.
He stood in front of her, and open his pants. His freed rod sprang
out. He held it with one hand, slowly stroking it for several
minutes. It seemed to grow bigger with each moment. Marcy
jabbered
through her gag, telling him not to tease her and how much she
wanted
to suck on it.
'Now it's your turn to please me.' he said.
He pulled the gag out of her mouth, and replaced it with his cock.
She hungerly took it in and started to pump on it. He pulled it
out
of her.
'Slowly. Don't rush it. That way we make it last longer.' He
slowly
inserted it back into her mouth. Marcy gently moved her lips over
the shaft. She was excited, and wanted to really go down on him,
but
knew he would just pull it out again if she did. Inch by inch, his
manhood moved in and out of her.
She tried to speed up, but again he pulled it out and warned her to
slow down. The problem was she was very excited now, and wanted
him
to explode in her mouth.
The minutes went on. Bit by bit, she moved faster. Greenfield
didn't pull away. He stood there, with his hands playing with her
hair. He moaned softly, and Marcy moaned herself.
Soon she was pumping on him like mad. She wanted it, and he wasn't
going to stop her. She knew he was close when he groaned aloud.
She
took it in as far as she could, and prepared for the flood.
Greenfield held his hands on her, pushing in farther, and shot his
cum. She quickly swallowed down every drop he gave her.
There seemed no end to it all. Marcy was amazed at the amount of
cum
he shot. This was his fourth time today, and he still shot more
than
most men do on there first.
When he had finally stop shooting, he pulled himself out and pulled
up his pants. He then replaced the ball back in her mouth and
unlocked the legcuffs. He picked her up and carried her over to
the
bed. He unlocked the handcuffs, pulled the gag out of her mouth,
and
ordered her to strip off her cloths.
She stood up, and did a slow striptease for him. Each button on
the
blouse took it's own sweet time. She slowly slid the leather skirt
off her wiggling ass. Her bra and panties also delightfully drag
on. At last, when she was down to her garter belt and stockings,
he
stopped her.
She was ordered onto the bed. Her wrists were tied together in
front
of her with lots of soft white rope, then attached to the
headboard.
Her ankles were also roped loosely together, and tied to the
footboard. A soft white cloth served as a gag.
'My dear, you looked very lovely tonight. I never had the pleasure
of escorting someone as ravishing as you.' He kissed her on the
head. 'Until tomorrow, sleep well.' He covered her up with the
comforter, turned down the lights, and left the room.
Marcy laid awake for a few minutes. She knew the rope was meant to
tell her that he was still in control, and everything was according
to his will. Still, she felt she meant more to him than just a
wild
fantasy. The rope was just a reminder to her to keep in line for
the
rest of the weekend. But maybe tomorrow, she could have one of her
fantasies acted out. She fell asleep, with visions of him doing
all
sorts of wonderfully wild things to her tomorrow.
She awoke in the morning refreshed and happy. She rolled around as
far as her ropes would let her in the satin sheets. They were so
comfortable to sleep on, and felt so good against her skin.
Greenfield returned to the room carrying a small tray. This he set
next to the bed, and sat down next to her on the edge of the bed.
He
leaned over, pulled the gag out of her mouth, and passionately
kissed
her. She was ready for another love making session. But instead,
he
gave his orders for the morning.
'I brought you something to eat.' he said as he untied the ropes on
her wrists. 'The door to the dressing room is open. I'll be back
in
two hours. Be waring only a black garter belt, stockings, and
heels. Understand?'
Marcy nodded as he untied the last of the rope from her wrists. He
stood up, and left the room.
Marcy's breakfast consisted of muffins, fruits, and juice. He ate
quickly because she was hungry. After she was finished, she sat in
bed for a few minutes, cuddling a pillow. She wondered what was in
store for her today.
She went to the dressing room and found her cloths. The heels were
just like the red ones, and had little ankle straps In the room,
there was entertainment center with a television and stereo. She
turned on her favorite station, and got ready for the day. She
showered, dried and styled her hair, did her makeup, and put on the
cloths he requested.
She didn't know what time it was. It had to be late morning, or
early afternoon. For the past few day's time was unimportant to
her. She didn't even know if it was early or late. But she didn't
care.
She went back to the playpen. Greenfield wasn't there, but had
been
sometime ago. The sheets on the bed had been changed to black
satin. The blankets was gone too. She laid down on the bed and
awaited his return.
He came back waring tight black leather pants, a black shirt, and
carrying a small bag. Marcy watched him approach her. He looked
good in black, very manly
'Come over here.' he said. Marcy got up off the bed and walked
over
to him. He was standing by the pulley setup. Her wrists were
chained together with a bright silver chain and padlock. Her
wrists
were then locked to a loop on the pully setup. He started the
motor
and lifted her wrists above her head. He shoved a black penis gag
into her mouth and latched the straps behind her head. He then
spread her legs and locked her ankles into a spreader bar.
For a moment, he stood back and watched her. Marcy struggled,
trying
to free her wrists from the chains. He wondered if she really
liked
to struggle, or if it was an act. He then opened his case and took
put some kind of plastic device with leather straps attached.
'Do you know what this is?' he said as he held it up to her. Marcy
shook her head.
'This is the latest in sexual technology. It's a remote controlled
exciter vibrator. It so thin and decreet, it can even be worn
under
clothing. Let me show you how it works.' He walked behind her and
talked like a salesman while he worked. 'This inserts into the
virgina, and this part covers the clitoris. These straps hold it
in
place. This one goes around the waist like so, these strap around
the thighs, and this one goes from front to back like this.' He
tightly strapped the thing on her body. Marcy was wondering how
well
it worked.
'As you can see, it was designed to hold snugly in place while you
ware it.' He held up a small black box that looked like a TV
control. 'This is the remote control. It has a range of about one
thousand feet. It turns the unit on and off, and controls the
speed
of it. Allow me to demonstrate.'
He pressed the button. Immediately she felt the thing slowly
vibrating between her legs. It didn't make much noise at all, like
a
bee buzzing far off. It was very arousing feeling, like a tongue
lightly licking her. He pushed the accelerators button and the
unit
vibrated a little fast. Her insides were tickled and her clit was
stimulated.
He kept speeding it up, making it move faster and faster inside her
and over her clit. Marcy squirmed more, her breathing got faster,
and her heart pounded. She felt herself burning red hot, and the
juices flowing between her legs. She sucked on the penis gag like
it
was a hard cock, ready to shoot it's load into her. If he kept
this
up, it wouldn't be long before she would come.
She was on the edge of a climax. He knew she was about to come,
and
watch her thrash in her chains and listened to her moan and groan.
As the wave of pleasure hit her, she closed her eyes and screemed
into her gag as she felt herself let go. She twisted and turned as
her body tensed up. Within a moment, it was over, and the unit was
lightly buzzing again.
'You get the idea.' he said as he took her down from the hook and
carried her over to the bed. He used soft leather straps to tie
her
wrists and ankles to the bedframe in a spread eagle. He then got
something else out of his bag.
'Now, for the rest of the morning, we'll let you try it out. See
if
you like it. But it seems to work best when one is in the dark, so
here we have the solution to that.' He covered her eyes with a
black
leather blindfold, and buckled the straps behind her head. 'That's
better. It will give you the full effect. I'll leave you alone to
enjoy it.' He turned and left the room.
Marcy layed on the bed in total darkness, having wave after wave of
delight roll over her. The minutes seemed like hours. From time
to
time, the unit would speed up, but then slow down. Sometimes, it
would speed up just in time to make her climax. Other times it
would
slow down before she could. She came five more times before he
returned to the room, almost two hours later.
The sheets were covered with the sweat from her body. Marcy was
exhausted. She just layed there as her removed the vibrator and
took
of her shoes. Greenfield undid the straps, removed the blindfold
and
gag, covered her with the top sheet, and left. Within a few
minutes,
she was sound asleep.
Marcy woke up a few hours later. At first, she didn't see
Greenfield
was sitting in the chair watching her. But he spoke up.
'Did you have a nice nap?' he asked.
She nodded her head.
'You may speak, if you like.'
'Yes. After all that, I needed one.'
'I can imagine. Tell me, how did you like the little toy?'
'It was incredible. I couldn't believe how turned on I was. I
couldn't rest for one minute before I would start getting excited
again.'
'Good. I'm glad you liked it.'
'But' she said softly, 'it's not as good as the real thing.' She
sat
up and put her heels back on. She then laid back down in a most
suggestive position. She wanted him, but didn't want to ask for
it.
He took the hint and came over to the bed. Marcy began to undress
him. Button by button, until his shirt was off. He played with
her
legs, slowly stocking them from her hips to her ankles. When all
he
was warning was his leather jeans, she pushed him down onto the bed
and sat onto of his legs. She undid the button, and pulled down
the
fly to reveal his monster prick.
She pulled his pants off and laid down between his legs. She laid
gentle kisses up and down his hard shaft. Her tongue lightly ran
the
length of it and teased the tip. Bit by bit, she took more of him
in
until at last her lips were surrounding his cock at the base.
Greenfield breathing got faster as she moved her mouth faster and
faster up and down his manhood. He felt himself throbbing inside
her. Her tongue played with him as her lips pumped his rod.
At last, he felt his orgasm about to flow. Marcy knew it, and
slowed
down. Now it was her turn to be the tease. Each time he got
close,
she would slow down and wait until it receded, then speed up again.
She kept it up for twenty minutes before she let him finally
release. When he did, he seemed to pump gallons down her throat.
But she swallowed every drop until he softened. Proud of herself,
she laid beside the master and listed to his heart beet. For
several
minutes, they didn't speak.
Without a word, he rolled the girl over onto her back, spread her
legs, and moved his mouth down to her lower lips. He began that
great head action he had done so well before. Within minutes,
Marcy's clit was stimulated, and her insides were drenched.
She rolled her ass into the mattress as she felt herself getting
closer and closer to her own orgasm. She moaned and groaned as his
tongue explored her insides and he kissed her clit. She felt it
about to hit and wonder if he was going to tease her also.
But he didn't. Her body tensed, and she exploded in a wave of
pleasure. Every nerve in her body jumped. Then it was over, and
she
was limp on the bed. Greenfield slowly and gently kissed her
virgina
for another minute. He then rolled her over and told her to get on
her hands and knees. With her ass sticking up in the air, he
rammed
himself into her and began to ravish her with long, fast, hard
stocks. Marcy squealed with delight, and groaned with almost every
strock.
Within minutes, the both felt their orgasm building. Greenfield
rammed even harder, bottoming out inside her. Marcy dropped her
chest to the mattress, but kept up on her knees. The groaned
together as the rush of pleasure hit them together and the both
released their orgasms.
When they were through, the fell down on the bed, pulled up the top
sheet, and laid together hugging one another. They didn't speak a
word, relishing the moment.
'Do you feel like getting a little something to eat.' he asked
after
a while.
'In a minute. I don't want to more just yet.'
After a few more minutes of cuddling together, Marcy went to the
dressing room to put on some cloths. She found a pair of blue
jeans
and a bulky sweater. She rejoined him in the playpen. He was
waring
a pair of jeans and a polo shirt. Together, the went to the
kitchen
and whipped up lunch.
They made themselves sandwiches and soup. The conversation was
light
and fun. They joked together, and he even paddled her behind with
an
egg turner. The meal was of the same spirit.
When they finished, they cleared the table and loaded the
dishwasher
'Where's Wayne?' she asked.
'I gave him the day off. I thought you might want to be alone
today.'
When they were through, they went over to the den. This is where
Greenfield spent most of his time. I was panelled in a dark oak
finished, furnished with a leather couch and chairs, a heavy wooden
table and chair set, and the best entertainment center she ever
seen.
He turned on the receiver to a adult contemporary station. The
acustics were perfect. Each note and word could be heard in
perfect
harmony.
They sat on the couch, and talked for a while. He asked her
questions about her past, her family, her schooling. It seemed to
her that he wanted to know everything about her. Even when she
asked
him a question, he would turn it around in a minute and be talking
about her.
After a couple of hours, he decided she wasn't telling him
everything, and she needed a few minutes in restraints again to
help
her remember. She was told to sit on one of the heavy wooden
chairs. He tied her wrists to the arms of the chair, and her upper
arms to the back. Her ankles were tied tightly together and
attached
to the crossbar. Her knees were also tied together. A final long
rope was tied around her chest and waist and to the chair. When he
was finished, he pulled up a chair in front of her and watched her
struggle. 'Why do you struggle so much when you are tied?' he
asked.
'Is it you don't like it and really want to get free, of is it
something else.
CONTINUED IN PART 6
From rdragon@ix.netcom.com Mon Dec 30 14:18:25 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: THE MAID 6/8
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Date: 30 Dec 1996 19:18:25 GMT
PART 6, THE MAID
'No' she said. 'I do like it, very much. It's simply more fun to
struggle. The more I fight it, the more I know I can't get free.
I
makes me feel more helpless and how I'm under the control of
someone. And it carries the excitement out more.'
He liked the answer she gave. It was what he wanted to hear.
'Are you going to gag me?' she asked.
'How can I question you if you cannot speak.' he respond.
He asked her how she got into bondage, and what her past lovers did
for her. She told him about the first time, how Kelly showed her,
and the first time it happened. She told him about a few other
times
too. She felt so at ease with him, she could tell him everything.
'And what about Mark?' he asked.
Marcy stopped her struggling and sat there spellbound with her
mouth
open. She didn't think he knew about that.
'Yes' he spoke 'I know about your little trips to the stables. I
over heard him tell one of the other boys. He did pay you a great
compliment in a left-handed way.
'What did he say' she spoke at last.
'In a much cruder way, he said you were very good in the hay.
Actually, I envy him.'
'Why?'
'Perhaps I shouldn't say, at least not now. But what about Mark'
Marcy could tell he didn't want to talk about it right now. So she
thought she might ask him a few questions.
'Oh, nothing really. He's OK, but kind of a jerk. He was just
there
when I needed..., what I mean is...'
'I understand. You don't need to say anymore.' he said as he
untied
her from the chair.
'But that's enough about me. Tell me somethings about you.'
'Like what?' he asked as he led her over to the couch.
'Tell me about you first time. How did you get so involved in
bondage?'
He looked at the floor. 'That's a long, rather complicated story.
If
you really want to know, I'll tell you, but it might make you think
of me in another light.'
'If you don't feel comfortable about it, then please don't. I
don't
want to upset you.'
He thought for a moment, and then looked deep into her eyes. He
smiled.
'Perhaps it would be good to talk of it. I never told anyone about
it before, and since you told me all, I would be a hypocrite if I
don't tell you what you want to know. But yo must agree to keep it
between us alone.'
Marcy nodded her head. Ron sat back and told his story.
'First off, I'm the only natural child my parents ever had. Before
I
was born, My parents thought they couldn't have children. Since
they
wanted kids, they decided to adopt a child. But as fate would have
it, the very day they signed the papers for my sister, my mother
learned she was pregnant with me. As a result, my sister, Sandy,
is
less then a year older than myself. They decided they could love
two
children as much as one, and that they did. They never cared for
one
more than the other. My sister and I became very close, and even
to
this day, we are.
'Until the time I was twelve, our mother stayed home with us. But
then our mother decided she wanted to go back to work. We had no
problems with it, and when we started back for the fall semester,
she
got herself a job in a marketing firm, and went to work. It was
strange to come home to an empty house, but we soon adjusted to it,
and carried on. My sister and I became rather good cooks because
of
it.
'But when the summer vacation came on, that's when things were
different. If it was raining outside, we couldn't go out. Before
we
would go to the museum, or the library. But now Sandy and I would
watch television, or play together.
'By now, I was thirteen, and she fourteen. At that age, you get
pretty cocky. I guess that had a lot to do with it. We were
watching a movie where the heroin was tied to a tree and gagged,
setting the trap bait for the hero to walk into. My sister made a
remark that the girl could get free, if she really wanted to. One
thing led to another, until I made the comment betting her she
couldn't get away either.
'Oh yeah, I bet I could' she said. I, of course, replied she
couldn't. So I told her to put up or shut up. She agreed to the
challenge, and went to the basement. I got a piece of rope, and
tied
her wrist around the support post.
'She got free in a matter of moments, and proceeded to tell me so.
I
said she got lucky, and couldn't do it again. Again she accepted,
and I retied her. This time, I did a much better job, and she
couldn't get free.
This time, she said I got luck, and we were even. So we made a
contest. I would tie her five more times. If she could get out of
three, she won and I would make her lunch for the rest of the week.
But if she didn't, she would do the same for me. It turned out,
she
only got out of one. 'Well that night, I had trouble sleeping. I
kept thing about what we did, and how I could improve upon my
talents. I thought of new way of tying her, some of which were
impossible to do. But the one thing I knew I needed was a lot more
rope to work with, cut into shorter lenghts.
'The next morning, I got on my bike, and rode down to the hardware
store. I bought two hundred and fifty feet of soft, white rope. I
remembered the marks the other kind made on her wrists, and I
wanted
to spare her from that. I remember standing in line, thinking
everyone knew why I was buying this stuff.
'When I got home, my sister wasn't there, so it was easy to get the
materials into the house and prepared. I cut the rope into six and
ten foot lengths, and two lengths of twenty five feet each. I even
remembered to burn the ends to keep them from fraying.
'Sandy came home around one o'clock. I asked her if she wanted to
get even and bet double or nothing. She agreed. Thinking about
it,
I really believe that, even at that early of an age, she was
getting
into it, and liking it.
'We went to the basement, and I pulled out all of my ropes. She
almost popped her eyes out when she saw it. At first she said no
way, but I said a bet was a bet, and she went along with it. This
time, it was a best of seven contest. Again she lost, and was
stuck
in each one. I even took her upstairs, and tied her to the coffee
table and a kitchen chair.
'Well, from then on, we play bondage a lot. Most of the time, she
was the bound victim, and me the rope worker. Once in a while, she
would tie me. But she wasn't very good at it, and I usually got
free
in the matter of minutes. But since she liked to be bound and
foot,
and I liked to do the tying, that's how we played most. We would
played little surprise attacks on one another. I would catch her
sitting in a chair or something, and tied her up tight. Sex had
nothing to do with it. We played because we both enjoyed it.
'I even remember the first time I used a gag on her. I had caught
her laying on the floor, watching TV. I tied her wrists behind her
back, tied her ankles and knees together, and wound length of rope
up
and down her body. But she was crabby that day, and complained
the
whole time. I told her the longer she grumbled, the longer she
would
be bound. That didn't stop her. At last, I warned her that if she
didn't stop complaining, I would gag her. It seemed she didn't
take
me serious, so I got one of her bandanas, shoved it into her mouth,
and tied the ends behind her head. She tied to shake it out of her
mouth, and work it free. But she had no luck what so ever.
After about an hour, I finally released her. I expected her to be
mad, but she wasn't, surprising. She said she liked it. The gag
removed the last bit of freedom she had, making it more exciting
and
fun. She remarked that she didn't think I would have done it, and
that she would believe me from now on. From then on, we seemed to
use gags more and more until it was use constantly.
When school started again, we continued to play when we were bored.
We knew our parents wouldn't approve of it, so we hid it from them.
To this very day, it's still our little secret. We tried new
things,
and I even invented a few gadgets of wood and leather.' Marcy had
been listening very intently. She really didn't see what was so
bad
about the whole thing.
'Of what you told me' Marcy said, 'I don't see anything wrong.
It's
just a couple of kids playing a different kind of game.'
'Well, now we come to the, well I guess you might call it, the
darkest part. We continued to play for several years. In the
summer
vacation, when I was fifteen, and she was sixteen, thing took a
strange turn.'
'Sandy was outside one morning, suntanning waring just a string
bikini. I decided she needed a good roping. So I went up to her
room, and called out the window that she had a phone call. I knew
she would take it in her room, so I hid behind the bedroom door.'
She came in and picked up the phone laying on the bed. When she
found no one there, she hung it up, and I jump. I wrestled her
onto
the bed, and tied her wrists to the headboard. Her bed was a four
poster kind, and lent itself perfectly to bondage. We had used it
several times before. With her hands secured, I shoved a hanky
into
her mouth and covered it with a scarf. I then tied her ankles to
the
other posts, with her legs spread apart.
'With her full tied down, I sat in a chair and watched her. For
several minutes, she struggled to get free, and grunted and groaned
in her struggle. But after a few moments, her fight seemed to
change. Her breathing was faster, and her grunts turned to moans.
I
watched her body move around, finding myself strangely unable to
look
away.
'It was then I realized the erection in my pants. A first I didn't
know why I had one. But I looked over at my sister. For the first
time I noticed her full breasts, her sharply legs, and her fleshy
buttocks. I realized that she was no longer just my sister, but
she
had become a woman.
'I moved over to the bed. I thought that I better release her, but
instead I moved in for a closer look at her. She looked up at me,
still twisting and squirming her body. She made soft groans and
would close her eyes. I didn't know it then, but what she was
doing
was tell me she was horny and excited. I still was a virgin, but I
could tell she was aroused.
'The next thing I know, my hands are lightly caressing her body.
She
closed her eyes, and let my touch roll over her. I looked at her
breasts, and just had to hold them. I gently rolled my hands over
them, and she moaned very deeply. I wanted to see them, so I
untied
the string bikini covering them, and pulled her top off. Her
nipples
were hard, and they were so soft to hold and play with.
'She didn't once resist me. She laid on the bed, with her arms and
legs tied, her mouth gagged, and enjoying everything I was doing to
her. For several minutes, I played with her chest, and she loved
it.
'Finally I wanted to see under her panties. At that point, I
really
didn't care what she wanted or not. It was what I wanted now. She
couldn't resist, and I took advantage of it. I untied the strings
and pulled her panties off. That was the first time I ever saw the
flesh of a woman. 'My fingers just naturally played with her. I
remembered how hot she was, and thought there might be something
wrong. Her juices were flowing by now, and she seemed to be
twisting
and moaning more and more. I was rubbing her clit, and sucking on
one of her nipples. For some reason, I couldn't stop.
'It was then her whole body tightened, and she groaned loudly into
her gag, then her whole body shock violently. I thought I did
something wrong, and stopped. After a minute, she was just laying
there, breathing deeply, making soft little sighs. I pulled the
gag
from her mouth to see if she was alright.
'But instead of her yelling at me, or being upset, she smiled, and
sighed. "That was wonderful" she said. I looked at her not
knowing
what I had done. She must have realized it, because she giggled
and
asked me if I had ever seem a girl come before.
'I quickly untied her from the bed. I expected her to put on her
cloths, or tell me to get out. I fact, I was about to leave, when
she told me it was alright, and we should talk about it. I was
nervous, feeling like I had done something wrong. But at the same
time, I felt like I had really made her happy. He words were
soothing and she confessed the fact that she had enjoyed it, and
she
was pleased.
'She began to tell me a lot of things. She wasn't a slut, but she
was no a virgin either. And she told me all the things a man and a
woman could do for one another. I felt myself getting excited, and
my erection getting bigger. She then ran her fingers over my
crouch,
and told me she would like to show me what she was talking about.
'She told be that it was OK, and to take my cloths off. I took of
my
shoes, and shirt, but stopped when it came to take off my pants.
She
came over to me, again said it was alright to be nervous, and
kissed
me deeply on the lips. It was my first real kiss, and my head was
spinning. Before I knew it, my pants and underwear were at my
ankles, my arms around her, and she had my erection in her hands,
gently stocking it, making it even bigger.
'She led be to the bed, and removed the cloths from my ankles. My
emotions took over from there, and I suppressed any thoughts of
wrong
doing from my head. We laid in each others arms, kissing and
feeling
one another. I almost flipped when she began to kiss my chest, and
then suck on my cock. But it all felt so wonderful, and she was so
gentle with me. Within a few minutes, I felt my orgasm build, and
shot off. Sandy took every drop down her throat.
'I laid there, exhausted for a few minutes. Sandy got up and went
to
the bathroom, then came back and laid down next to me. Before I
knew
it, we were necking again, and I was hard once more. She was
surprised how fast I was able to get it up again. A little while
later, she showed me the experience of going inside her. I
remember
moving my hips with hers, and the wild feelings of pleasure I had.
Sandy was also enjoying it, moving with me, and came before I did.
I
shot my second load deep inside her. Even when I went soft, I
didn't
pull out. All I wanted to do was lay there naked with her.
'After a while, we got dressed and made lunch. We talked quite a
bit. She was so gentle, and I felt so guilty. I was worried that
we
would get caught, or she would get pregnant. But she reassured me
no
one would know, that she would tell a soul, and she was on the
pill.
She confessed how much she enjoyed teaching me, and how much she
enjoyed what we did. I told her the same.
'After lunch, she cleaned herself up, and we went back up to her
room. There, we stripped naked, and for the rest of the afternoon,
she showed me all the wonderful things a woman and a man can do
together. Never before had I felt so much love between two people.
She showed me how to please a woman, and how a woman could please a
man.
'Over the next two years, we spent a lot of time in our bedroom.
It
wasn't really a perverted thing. We explored one another, played
with one another, tried new thing together. Bondage was a big part
of it. Sometimes, I would tie her for hours, teasing her into huge
orgasms. Other times, she would be on her knees, with her wrists
tied behind her back, and my erection sliding into her mouth. For
some reason, it felt so natural that we would learn about sex from
one another.
'Our parents never found out. I don't think they even suspected a
thing. We never took many chances. Once in a while, we would
sneek
into one another room, and lay together for a while. But even when
we did go all the way, I felt it was alright.
'As we grew up, we did things less and less, until we stopped
completely. We didn't say we should stop, we just did. To this
day,
I don't have any guilty feelings, and Sandy has told me she
doesn't.
To be honest with you, I don't think I ever will have any quilt. I
seems to me that it was the best way I could have had to learn
about
relationships.
'Well, that's my story. Please tell me what you are thinking.'
CONTINUED IN PART 7
From rdragon@ix.netcom.com Mon Dec 30 14:18:59 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: THE MAID 7/8
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Date: 30 Dec 1996 19:18:59 GMT
the maid part 7
Marcy didn't say a word for a moment. She sat there thing about
his
story. At last she spoke.
'Where is she now?'
'Out in Texas. She's married to a great guy name Robert. They met
in collage, and were married after they graduated. They have two
kids, and seem to be very happy together.'
'Do you see them much?'
'A few times a year. I'll fly down and spoil her kids rotten.
I've
brought them up here twice. The kids have even spent a couple of
months with me during the summers.'
'Do you still, well...'
'I know what you mean. No, we don't. We both have no desire to.
We
talk about what we had done before when we are alone, but never
have
we thought about doing in again. I guess the two of them get into
little games of there own. She's happy in her marriage, and I'm
happy for her.' Marcy was silent for a moment. Ronald thought that
she thought less of him now. He thought maybe he should have not
told the story, or at least, changed it around a little. But a
last,
she spoke again.
'What a wonderful story.' she said. 'What love she must of had for
you. To show you all those things, so you know what to do later in
life.'
'You didn't find it a little strange?'
'No. No, not really. You weren't really blood relations. I guess
it would be more difficult to understand if you were, but it seems
to
me that you two showed more love and emotions to one another than
most siblings do. You just were more physical about it, and more
open.'
'Do you really see it like that?' he asked.
'Yes, I do. I'm sure that in most cases, a brother would think
about
doing it with his attractive sister, and vice versa. It probable
happens more often that we think it does. But in your case, I see
nothing deeply wrong with it.'
'I'm glad you think that way.' he said with a smile.
'I really do think that way.' she responded.
He wrapped his arms around her, and the cuddled there for several
minutes. There lips met one another several times.
'Have you ever made love on a leather couch before?' he asked.
'No. But there's a first time for everything
He pushed her down onto the couch and laid on top of her. The
passionately kissed as the pressed the hips together. He pulled of
her sweater and jeans. He continued to undress her until she was
naked. He also pulled of his cloths and laid on top of her again.
By now, Marcy was very hot and Greenfield was very hard. They
rolled
their naked bodies around on the soft leather. It was very erotic
for Marcy. The sounds and sensations the leather made to her skin
made her even more excited.
He kissed her neck, licked her thighs, sucked on her nipples, and
played with her clit. She kissed his chest, caressed his ass, and
stroked his cock. They played with one another, both moaning and
groaning as the sensations flooded their bodies.
At last, when neither could take much more, her pushed his erection
into her. She wrapped her legs around his, and began to rock back
and forth as he slid in and out of her. She came quickly, and was
fast building up to another. Greenfield held back as long as he
could, wanting her to come again.
At last, he could hold back, and shot another massive load into
her.
That was enough to send Marcy over the edge for the second time.
Again they had come together, and each time, it felt better than
the
prior. They laid on the couch, slowly kissing with his softening
cock
still inside her. In a few minutes, he was hard again, and willing
to go once more. But she stopped him before he could get to far.
'Could we, maybe, play out a fantasy of mine?' she asked him.
'If you like. What is it?'
'Let me surprise you. I need to get into the dressing room, and to
the servants changing room.'
'Very well.' he said and pulled on his cloths. 'Here are the keys
that will need. And where are we to meet?'
'I'll meet you in the Billiards room in one hour. Bring lots of
rope, some leather restraints, and a black ball gag.'
'Very well. Just remember, young lady. It's still the weekend.
You
are still a prisoner of the law. And you haven't made parole yet.'
'Yes, your honer.' she said with a smile and went on her way.
She went to the servants changing room and collected up what she
needed. She then made a stop in the kitchen to pick up one more
item. She then proceeded to the dressing room to change into her
outfit. She had to hurry. She didn't want to keep her master
waiting long.
Greenfield put down the book her was reading. He really didn't get
much read. He kept thinking of what Marcy was up to. What did she
need from the servants chambers, and what was her fantasy. The
hour
was finally up, and he would soon find out.
He went to the playpen and collected the items listed before and
placed them in the tan bag. He then went to the billiards room.
The
lights were on over the table, and the balls were racked. Marcy
was
no where to be found, but he did find a note on the center of the
table addressed to him. He opened it and read it. It was from
Marcy.
"This is what I was thing of when you met me here on Friday night.
I
will be the little wench who has been teasing you for weeks. You
are
the master who has had enough of it. Seeing you opportunity, you
seize me and proceed to teach me a hard lesion. Tie me tight using
the items in this room so I can't get free. Gag me so the other
help
can hear me. Do things to my body while I can't resist. Do
whatever
you want to show me what happens to bad girls when the tease. Make
me an obedient servant. I'm yours you use."
e Greenfield was impressed. Now he knew that this girl would do
anything for him, and would enjoy doing it. He finally met a girl
that could steal his heart away. At last, maybe he could be happy
with someone.
He folded up the note, put into his pocket, and placed his bag in a
cupboard. He then picked up a cue, and broke the rack. Greenfield
was a good pool player, and could make some tough shots. He
completed one game, reracked, and started a second when Marcy
finally
entered. She was waring her cocktail waitress uniform. The outfit
was made of black satin with white lace trim. The skirt was short,
and the neckline was low, pushing her breasts up and almost out of
the outfit. The skirt barely covered the tops of her black seemed
stockings, and she walked on the black five inch spiked heels. She
wore the little lace bonnet on her head, white lace fingerless
gloves, and carried a pink feather duster.
She made a little sound of surprise when she entered the room, and
talked in an almost little girls voice.
'Oooh. I'm sorry, Mr. Greenfield. I did not know you were here.'
'That's all right. Continue with your work.' he responded.
'Yes sir' she said. 'I'll just need to dust a little bit. I won't
long.' She walked around the room, brushing the tables and lamps
with the feather duster. When something was low, she would bend at
the waist and give him a view of her ass. She wasn't waring
panties,
and the black garter straps crossed her behind at just the right
places.
He made another shot and looked at her. 'Where's the other help?'
'Oh. They're on the other side on the house. I don't think
they'll
disturb you sir.'
'I'm glad to hear that.' he said as he put the cue down, walked
over
to the door and locked it.
'What are you doing that for, sir?'
'Because' he said in a firm tone. 'It's time for you to learn a
lesion about teasing men, namily me.'
'Oooh. What do you mean, sir?' she said in a little voice as he
got
out his little bag a gadgets.
'I mean that you have been parading around here, showing off that
little body of yours, giving every man in the house a hard on.
It's
time for you to learn the real meaning of the word servant.' He
pulled out a pair of leather wrist cuffs.
'What are you going to do with that, sir?'
'This is a very interesting little device.' he said. 'It's going
to
keep you from resisting anything I want to do you you.' He grabbed
her wrists and pulled them behind her back. Marcy gave a half
hearted struggle, but soon her wrists were strapped into the cuffs.
Next, he pulled out a black ball gag with leather straps.
'What's that, sir?' she cooed.
'Something to keep you from asking to many questions.' He shoved
the
ball into her mouth and buckled the straps behind her head. Her
ankles her encircled with leather cuffs that had a short chain
between them. She could walk if she took very short steps. As she
struggled, he then pulled out one more thing, a leather collar.
Marcy looked at it and tried to step back. But she couldn't move
fast enough. He got a hold of her, and placed the collar around
her
neck, buckling it under her chin. The attached leather strap was
looped around her wrist cuffs, and buckled. Thus, her wrists were
pulled up to the middle of her back.
The collar was tight, but not enough to cut of her breathing. It
was
a strange feeling for her. The collar was a symbol of his
domination
over her. She felt completely under his control.
Lastly, he took a thin, smooth, silver chain, snapped it to the
collar ring, ran it down between her legs, up the back, pulled it
tight, and attached the other end to the wrist cuffs.
He released her and sat down in the chair in front of her. Her
fingers fluttered, trying to reach a buckle, but had no luck. She
tried to free her wrists from the straps hold them pinned to her
back, but failed. She grunted into her gag, making a plead to him
to
release her. But the master just sat, watching her useless
struggles, with a smile on his face and a bulge in his pants.
She understood why the chain was between her legs. Every time she
moved her wrists, the chain would move across her clit, teasing her
and making her hot. The more she struggled, the more excited she
got.
For several minutes she stood struggling. He spoke to her, asking
her if the strap were tight enough, or should he tighten them a
little more. He asked her if she felt tied down in the job. With
each question, she struggled a little more.
He then pulled her over to him, and made her lay over his knees,
with
her ass sticking up to him.
'This is for being a little tease.' he said as he lifted up her
skirt
and started to spank her behind.
Marcy didn't expect him to do this. Though he didn't hit her to
hard, it still stung a little, and the slapping sounded worse that
it
hurt. He did more grouping that spanking, rubbing his hand over
her
ass, then slapping it. This he kept up for several minutes before
stopping and placing her back on her feet again.
She stood fer a few minutes before dropping to her knees. She
tried
again to free herself, but again failed. She the laid on the
floor,
using a new idea. She rolled around, and put on a show for the
master. The chain still caressed her clit, driving her wild. Her
grunts became moans. If she kept it up, she just might come.
He came over to her and knelt next to her. His hand ran up and
down
her legs, over her chest, and under skirt. 'If you do everything
you
are told, I might help you get off. If not, you're going to be
squirming around for quite some time. Are you going to
cooperate?.'
She nodded her head and grunted yes into her gag. He placed her on
her knees, and ran another chain from her collar to her ankles,
placing her into a vertical hog-tie. She had a good idea of what
was
ensuing next.
He stood in front of her, with his hands on his waist. 'You know
what's coming, don't you?.' Marcy nodded her head, and nuzzled her
nose in his crotch.
'You better do it right, or else I'll make you hornier than you've
ever been before, and then leave to to squirm for hours.' Even the
way he was talking made her more excited. She was really getting
into the fantasy, and so he seem to be also.
He opened his pants, and pulled out his hard-on. It seemed to be
pulsating as her stroked even bigger. Marcy rubber her gagged
mouth
over it, trying to get it in her. Greenfield pulled the gag out,
and
replaced it with his rod.
Marcy started to pump it like crazy. She expected him to pull it
out, like he did before. But instead, he placed his hand on the
sides of her head, and let her go. He groaned as she slid her lips
up and down him.
'You do this well' he maoned to her. Marcy was even groaning now.
The chain was rubbing her clit closer and closer to an orgasm. She
pumped faster and faster, trying to make him come, and hoping the
same for herself.
But it wouldn't happen for her this time. Greenfield felt his load
boil up, ready to explode.
'Swallow every drop.' he told her. Within a few seconds, he shot
his
load into her mouth. Marcy took him in deep, and swallowed like
crazy. She took every drop he released. It tasted so good to her.
When at last he stopped, he pulled up his pants, and replaced the
gag
in her mouth. He sat down in the chair and watch the girl struggle
in her chains again.
'You do that well, my dear.' he said. 'I could let you do that all
night. Maybe I should make you wait until I can do that again.'
Marcy thought he just might. He seemed to like it when she gave
him
head. She also thought he might make her squirm some more.
'But I have other plans for you.' he said. I can always come back
to it later, if I want.' He came over and unhooked the chain from
her ankles. He picked her up and carried her over to the pool
table. There he deposited her on the green velvet.
'My my, what an interesting game of pool would this make.' he said
as his hand ran over her legs. She squrimed under his touch. She
was so close to coming. She needed that little itch taken care of.
He picked up his bag, grabbed two cues, and came back to her. He
unhooked the chain from her wrists and collar, and rolled her onto
her stomach. Again he caressed her ass and legs. He told her how
much he liked her body, and he planned on getting to know more of
it. Shivers of pleasure ran up her spine.
He then took off her ankle cuffs, and pulled the gag out of her
mouth.
'I'm going to take off you wrist restraints. Don't try anything.'
He released her wrists and told her to sit up on the table. Once
she
was seated, she rubbed her wrists and ankles. The cuff had left
them
red.
'Now, you will do exactly as I say.'
'Ooohh, yes sir.' she nodded her head.
'Take off you dress.' he ordered.
'Ooh' she said in her little voice. But I'm not waring any
undies.'
'I know.' he said. 'That's why it's called being naked.'
She pulled down the zipper, and lifted the dress over her head.
Her
nipples stood up hard. She was only left waring were her garter
belt, stockings, heels, and the collar. He then ordered her to lay
down on the top of the table, face up.
He pulled her arms above her head and spread them apart. Using
lenghts of rope, he tied her wrists to a pool cue. Another length
of
rope ran from the middle of the cue to the legs of the table. He
then drew her taut, and spread her legs apart. More rope bound her
ankles to another cue, rapping around her heels. And still another
secured the cue to the other legs of the table. She was now tied
spread-eagle on top of the table.
Thereupon, he shoved a cloth into her mouth, and covered it with a
black silk scarf, tying the ends behind her head. He stepped back
and watch his captive struggle.
'Yes' he said, ' a very interesting game of pool this makes.'
She tried to free herself from her ropes. Her fingers tried to
reach
the knots, but her out of her reach. Even if she could reach, they
were too tight for her to loosed. She writhed on top of the table,
with the sole light shining down on her, moaning softly into her
gag. The master laughed.
Since he stood outside the light, she couldn't see him for a few
moments. But she knew he was there, watching her wiggle on the
table, the full focus of his interest. She felt his eyes upon her,
taking in her shackled body. The anticipation was driving her
wild.
What would he do. When would he do it. What sensations would she
feel.
She felt his fingers lightly touch her ankles. Shivers ran up her
spine again. His fingers slowly moved up her silk covered legs,
lightly rubbing and stroking them. Marcy softly moaned into her
gag.
His fingers lightly ran up the inside of her thighs. Her body
shivered with excitement. His finger lightly ran up the sides oh
her
body, over her chest and neck. He had a wonderful touch. Each
time
he touched her, chills of pleasure would surge through her body.
His fingers found her breasts. At first, he lightly ran his
fingers
over her hard nipples. Then, he started to caress them, then
lightly
roll them between fingers. His hand squeezed and groped them.
Marcy
was getting so hot. At last, his lips kissed and sucked on them.
She was in heaven.
As he sucked on her hard nipples, his fingers made their way down
to
her crotch. He played with her clit, making her even more excited.
He pushed two fingers into her and slowly fucked her with them.
Marcy felt her orgasm build up to a tremendous level.
Greenfield must have been a mind reader. Just as she was about to
come, he removed his fingers, and just lightly played with her.
Marcy moaned deeply. She was hanging on the edge, and that's where
he kept her for several minutes.
Marcy thrashed around as far as her restraints would allow. She
moaned and groaned, hopping her muffled pleads would tell him how
excited she was, and how much she wanted to come.
He then stopped playing with her altogether. She silently pleaded
with him not to. But instead, he moved his lips down to her clit,
and lightly kissed it. The feel of his hot breath on her drove her
crazy. He continued to kiss and tongue her, keeping her on the
edge
of her orgasm. She indeed was learning a lesion on teasing.
After what seemed to be an eternity, His fingers rolled her
nipples,
and his tongue plunged into her. At last, she felt herself build
up
to the point of no stopping. Her climax hit her like a tidle wave.
She tightened and shook her body, and really screamed a moan into
her
gag. It was the longest orgasms she ever have. She just kept
coming
and coming, as he lapped her juices up.
Finally, it was over. She laid on the table exhausted and
satisfied. She was breathing hard and deep. Her whole body
tingled
with pleasure. By far, this had been the best of this weekend.
continued in part 8
From rdragon@ix.netcom.com Mon Dec 30 14:15:19 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: THE MAID 8/8
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Date: 30 Dec 1996 19:15:19 GMT
part 8 the maid
Greenfield untied her legs from the cue. He untied her wrist from
the other cue and let her lay there for some time. But he didn't
remove the gag. Marcy just laid there, relishing the feelings that
flowed through her body.
After a few minutes, he came over and rolled the girl over. Her
wrists were pulled behind her back and tied together with rope.
More
rope tightly tied Her ankles together. He then picked her up and
carried her over to the couch. There, he laid her down again, and
began to lightly run his fingers over her shoulders, her back, and
her behind.
Again, her body tingled where he touched her. She felt a new wave
of
excitement run through her. Her nipples were getting hard, and her
cunt was getting hot once more. He rolled her over, and continued
to
play with her. Each minute, she grew more and more excited.
At last, he stripped of his cloths, untied her ankles, pick her up,
seated himself on the couch, and placed her on his lap facing him,
with her legs straddling him. She felt his hardon pressing against
her clit. She squirmed on top of him, wanting it inside her. His
hands played with her chest as moaned deeply into the gag. If her
hand were free, she would have pushed him down and screwed him like
mad.
Just when she couldn't take anymore, he lifted her up, and slid his
cock into her. She immediately started to hump him like crazy,
riding him like a horse. She pushed down hard, trying to get him
in
deeper and deeper. She moaned loudly and longily
His hand roamed over her body, going from her chest to her ass.
Marcy mind was a whirl as he moved his hips to match hers. They
both
felt themselves getting closer and closer to their own climaxes.
Marcy came first, screaming a load groan into her gag. Greenfield
was now humping like mad, and moaning himself. Within a few
seconds,
he grabbed her ass, held her down on his rod, and shot his load
deep
into her. Marcy head fell back as she felt his load hit inside
her.
She was exhausted. She sat on his lap, making soft moans through
her
gag. Greenfield lifted her off himself and laid her on the cough.
He slipped on his cloths, and knelt beside the girl and tied her
ankles together.
'That's your lesion on teasing for today.' he whispered into her
ear
as he retied her ankles and knees. 'If you ever want another one,
you know where to find one, and how to get it.'
He stood up, walked over to the pool table, and racked the balls.
Marcy laid on the couch quietly and motionless. She just relaxed,
and allowed him to complete her fantasy. He shot another game of
pool before coming back over to her.
'Was that what you wanted?' he asked as her removed her gag.
'Oh, yes.' she cooded. 'It was, and more. You played every part
perfect.'
'So did you.' he responded as he untied the ropes that held her
body. 'Might I add that this was somewhat a fantasy of my own. I
couldn't ask for a more attractive servant to play it out with.'
She sat up and wrapped her arms around him. For several minutes,
the
didn't move. They just sat on the couch, holding one another. At
last, the broke apart and Marcy went to change into some regular
clothing.
The meet him in the den, where a small tray of cold meats and
cheeses
was waiting for them. They ate the morsels, and drank the white
wine. The talked together, mostly about the past two days. She
admired all the ideas he had come up with, and explained why
certain
ones were better that the others. When they were finished,
Greenfield
look distant for several minutes. Marcy knew he was thinking over
something. She didn't interrupt him, for she was wondering what
was
going to happen next. Would he fire her over knowing to many of
his
secrets. Would he expect her to do this when ever he wanted her.
At
last he spoke.
'Marcy,' he said, 'You are planning on going back to school, aren't
you?'
'Yes, I am, when I can afford it. It's so expensive.'
'How much schooling do you have left?'
'About another two years. Why are you asking.?'
'I think you should go back the next semester. The sooner, the
better, before you forget what they've already taught you.'
'I would, but I can't afford it right now. Maybe in a year or so.'
'So you would go back in the fall, if you could.'
'Yes. Why all the questions?'
'Because, I want to know what you want before I offer something. I
want to pay for your schooling, and whatever else you need to go
back
to school.'
Marcy was surprised. 'It's a generous offer, but I, I couldn't let
you.'
'Why. Because you think I'm trying to make you a kept woman.'
I know it's not that, but it certainly would look like it, wouldn't
it.'
'It might. But I see it a little different than that.'
'Alright, I'll bite. How do you see it?'
'It's very simple. One, I'm very attracted to you. I wish to keep
on seeing you, if you want me to.
I do, and I want to continue to see you.
I'm happy to hear that. Second, I couldn't continue to see you if
you are still employed by me. I don't mean to sound pompous, or
snobby, but think of how that would look from both sides of the
issue. From my point, I'm keeping you for a plaything. From your
point, you're looking for an easy ticket. How both of our friends
would talk.'
'Yes, I see you point, so far.'
'Good. This is how we solve the problem. You would no longer work
for me. That way, it ends a lot of talk, and saves a lot of
embarisment for both of us. You get to complete your education.
I'll give you the money for school, a place to stay and study, and
a
large bank account to support yourself on. But more important,
I'll
be able to continue to see you.' 'It's a most generous offer.
Where
would I stay?'
'Here, if you like.'
'Oh, that wouldn't give plenty of fuel for gossip.'
'Alright. I'll get you your own place, either on campus, or a
place
near by. Would that be better.'
'It would. But, Ronald, I don't know.'
'But what, my dear.'
'I would feel so guilty taking all that from you. I would feel
like
a tramp, or a husler.'
'Nonsense. I offer it to you for selfish reasons. I've never meet
anyone like you. I feel as though you've stolen my heart. I know
it's been such a short time we've been together. I can't explain
it,
but I hope you believe me, and feel the same way I do.'
'Oh Ronald, I do, I truly do. But I'm just afraid I won't be able
to
live up to your standards. I would probably fail you, one way or
another.'
'You give yourself to little credit. It's I who would fail you,
and
not be able to live up to your standards. Your someone special,
and
very dear to me.
'But what happens if we don't make it together?'
'I've already thought of that. I'll set an account for you, in
your
name only. I'll put enough in there to cover the rest of your
schooling and plenty to live on for a few years. That way, if we
don't work out, you'll be safe and secure for a good while. Does
that help you feel better?'
'It's not the money I'm worried about. I just don't want to
dissapoint you, or hurt you. All I want right now is to make you
happy, and go on making you happy.'
'At this moment, I am very happy. And I want to do the same for
you. This way, I can go on trying, and at the same time, make
myself
happy. Does that make sense to you?'
'Yes, it does. But couldn't I just move out, and get another job
or
something. That would solve a lot of problems.'
'It might, but not completely. This way, you are sure of making
it.
A good education, a place to stay, and a guy like me to spoil you
rotten.' he said with a laugh.
Marcy laughed to. 'All right, you win. If it's the only way to
keep
you around, I can live with it. But I want to work the month
through
before we start. And I will use my own money to help make the
payments. Is that fair?'
'Fair enough' he said as he wrapped his arms around her. They held
one another for some time before they spoke again. The afternoon
was
now early evening. Greenfield felt it was time to end the weekend,
and allow his captive a night in her own bed.
'Well' he said. 'A very interesting imprisonment you have had this
weekend, young lady. Do you feel like you've fulfilled your debt
to
society?'
'An early parole, your honer?' she said.
'Call it a work release program. But I think you may need to serve
one or two more nights in jail this week.'
'Maybe for the weekend too, your honer. I like it here.'
'Very well, your free until so ordered back this week. But report
here this Friday night for you weekend confinement.'
'Oh, thank you, your honer. I'll be here.'
'Case dismissed. Come to my chambers, young lady.'
'Can't I just give the judge a blowjob here in court.' she said as
she stroked the hardon in his pants.
'It would please the court.' he said as she opened his pants and
slowly stroked his manhood. Within a minute, she was kneeling in
front of him, with his hard member in her mouth, sucking and
licking
him. As he shot his load, Marcy was amazed on how many times he
could come in a single day.
After they were finished, he took her out to her car. Marcy's
uniform was in the front seat. They kissed deeply, not wanting the
day to end. But at last, the broke apart, and she drove home.
That
night, she slept in her own bed, wishing he was next to her.
During the next week, Marcy continued to perform her duties. She
gave her notice of leaving at the end of the month. Greenfield
didn't act like anything had happened, which Marcy thanked him for.
Only when they were totally alone did they pass flirting glances
and
jesters at one another. But for the most part, things went on as
usual.
On Wednesday, Greenfield came up to the Head Maid and told her to
have Marcy clean the Billiard room after her other work was
finished. The last thing she did was clean the room. Greenfield
slipped in, and snuck her up to his private bedroom, where they
made
love for an hour. By then, the other help had left, and they could
slip into the playpen. Marcy spent the part of the night there,
stripped naked, and in ropes, chains and leather straps. Again and
again, she climaxed by the skillful hands of the master.
Shortly past midnight, she was allowed to dress and leave for home.
It was hard to leave, but for now they had to play these sneaky
games. Rumors would run wild if they didn't. On Friday night,
Marcy
left for home early, but returned after the other help had left.
She
spent the entire weekend there, which will fill another story in
itself.
The following weekend, he took the his prisoner up to a lake
cottage
for a weekend. Again they had to sneak to do it, but that became
part of the fun. They spent the time relaxing, boating, dancing,
and
of course, bondage.
On Saturday night, he stripped her naked, laid her down in the warm
sand, tied her wrists to a tree, spread her legs and tied them to a
tree branch. He filled her mouth with a cloth gag. He licked on
her
clit under the moonlight for an hour, bring her to several orgasms.
He then rammed himself into her, exploding his hot cum deep inside
her. One Sunday, she spent an hour gagged and tied to the
sailboats
mast, only waring her swimsuit and high heels, as they sailed
around
the lake.
At the end of the month, Marcy left the house. For the next month,
she spent her time getting ready for the fall semester. On
weekends,
Greenfield picked her up and took her out dancing and to classy
dinner parties. On weeknights, the spent time at her place,
watching
television, and making love.
The decided not to use the playpen until she was back in school,
and
could come over without the help getting into an uproar. After the
first night Marcy came to the house, one of the younger girls made
a
comment about the "tramp". Greenfield came down on her, and
instructed her to make an apology to Marcy or be fired. After
that,
not another word was spoken.
Greenfield didn't push himself on her. If she had the time, they
would see each other. When she needed to study, he stayed away.
He
also encouraged her to spent plenty of time with her own friend,
and
got along with them when they would get together. For the next two
years, they became very close, but still with their own identities.
After Marcy graduated, she got herself a good job at a small
company. Greenfield had started a small company of his own, doing
consulting work. For then next year, the worked on their wedding
plans. After they were married, they spent a lot of time together,
and took weekend trips up to the mountains, and out to the lake.
The playpen was use almost every weekend, and even a few nights a
week. They added some things, and made a few improvements over the
months. Marcy acquired a large assortment of attire for waring
while
playing. From a leather jumpsuit, to a lace body sock, to
crotchless
panties and nippleless bra, to silk and satin teddies. But they
never lost interest in playing with ropes and chains, and Marcy
still
got her strongest orgasms when she was tightly tied and well
gagged,
a prisoner of the master of the house.