I drove up to the gate of a huge estate where I had been sent for a job; it looked a little overwhelming until I remembered I would only be one member of a whole houseful of servants. Up until this point, I had only been sent on jobs at smaller houses where I was in charge of making the entire household run smoothly.
I pushed the button on the intercom and a man's voice said, "State your name and business."
"Elena Marceau. I'm the new maid for the west wing."
I heard a buzzing noise and the gate began to roll open. I pulled in and drove around to the back as instructed by my employer. I had been warned that this was a tough position and that I would be asked to do many things above and beyond the call of duty But I also was informed that if I worked 5 years and served them well, I would be given a bonus large enough to make it possible for me to retire early. I could then travel and do all the things I'd ever wanted to while I was still young enough to enjoy it.
It was my understanding that this substantial bonus was offered due to the fact that it was hard to get and keep good help; and it was also due to the fact that many personal and odd requests would be made of me over the 5 years. That last part had me worried a bit, but I was determined that nothing would make me lose this job. I had no family to speak of and no money. The one thing I had was this opportunity, and I intended to make it work for me.
I parked my car and walked in with 2 suitcases and a toiletry bag. The servants' entrance led into a kitchen area where I saw 2 cooks bustling about with the pots & pans and 2 helpers peeling vegetables and chopping & dicing.
"Where do I report for work," I asked, to whoever was willing to answer.
No one would look at me except for the young maid peeling the vegetables. She looked around and then said quietly to me, "Go through that door and down the hall until you see a door marked 'Mr. Coleman/Head Butler'. Knock and wait until you hear an answer. When you go in, you will see Mr. Coleman, the Head Butler. He will scare you, but you look like you can handle it. Go ahead."
I thanked her and walked through the door and down the hall. I swallowed hard and knocked. I waited and waited, and just when I thought no one was in there, I heard the voice of evil, deep and commanding, "Enter."
I wanted to turn and run, all of the things I had heard from my employer and from the maid in the kitchen had my imagination racing, but I hadn't come this far to run away at this stage. I stood up straight, turned the handle and walked in through the door.
A man of about 45 or 50 sat behind a huge oak desk, pouring over papers, signing things, etc. I watched for a minute or so before approaching the desk.
"Elena Marceau. I'm the new maid for the west wing," I said bravely, and stuck my hand out for him to shake.
"Well, maybe you are and maybe you aren't, my dear." He looked up at me and I felt the blood drain from my face. His dark, beady eyes bore into me as he smiled coldly. I feared him unreasonably, and I could tell the liked and expected that very reaction.
"Well, Marie from the agency told me..."
"Yes, I'm sure she told you that you got the job. On certain conditions."
"Yes, I understand a lot will be expected from me above that of a normal servant, but..."
"But nothing. Your first day will be a series of tests and they will begin right here in my office. I have been with the Bemertons for 18 years. When my original 5 years were up, I planned to leave, just as I'm sure you are planning to do. But my services were so valued that they told me they would double my salary and my bonus if I stayed another 10 years. After that 10 years was up, they offered to double it again. I will leave here in 7 years a very wealthy man - that is if I continue my unparalleled service to the Bemertons.
"It is my responsibility to see to it that this house runs smoothly, and that includes the weeding out of unsuitable staff. If I do not do that particular job particularly well, that is when I am in the most danger of losing my position here. Mrs. Bemerton insists upon her home running like a well-oiled machine.
"Weeding out undesirables and keeping the staff in line is not as easy as just being strict and scary. I have to keep in mind that not everyone who is right for this job will take it, even with the large amount of money offered. So I have to go about this the right way."
I nodded, taking this all in, my mind racing at the prospect of not only being a servant to the Bemertons, but having to answer to this man as well. I hadn't imagined this job would be a piece of cake, but this was starting to sound like a more than I could handle. "Don't give up just yet," I thought to myself.
He continued, "Here is a notebook with the rules and the uniform. I will be up to your room at 9pm sharp to see if you pass muster. I want you bathed, in your uniform, and ready to follow every rule in that book to the letter. Do you understand?"
I nodded as he pressed an intercom button. "Janet, come show Ms. Marceau to her room."
A tall brunette came through a door in the back of the office that I hadn't even seen before, dressed in a tight black uniform, but was not wearing the frilly apron and cap I had seen the others in the kitchen wearing.
"Come with me," she said, and led me out through the door where I had come in. We walked further down the long hall and to a door which led to some steps. We walked down the steps and through another door.
"This is the tunnel that leads from the house to the servants' quarters. Mrs. Bemerton does not like to see any more people milling about on her property than absolutely necessary, so the only one's allowed outside are gardeners and maintenance people unless it's your day off. Then you are allowed to go into the servant's garden. Your car will be stored for you until you quit or are fired."
I just nodded. I had heard that these were requirements and was ok with them, as I said, I had no family to speak of. My interests were in travel, so I didn't care if I went anywhere or not until my 5 years were up.
We arrived at the stairs that led up to the servants quarters and I put my hand on Janet's arm.
"Stop for a minute. Can I ask you something?"
"Sure," she said, "but make it quick. No one should see us lingering here."
"Ok. What is the most important thing I will be tested on tonight that I should be ready for?"
Janet looked at me for a long time before answering, "Sex."
I had considered that that might be what was behind all of the money, but my jaw dropped anyway. I thought Mr. Bemerton might want something like that every now and then, and I was actually ok with that. But when she said I would be TESTED on the sex, I was definitely take by surprise. And the thought of that scary Head Butler, Mr. Coleman, putting me through my paces, I almost hyperventilate?
"Look," Janet said, "it's really not that bad. If you can just get through tonight then trust me, you will be able to handle it here. I made it through and look at me, I've only got 3 months to go and I am fre? And ric? You can do it, trust me."
"But let me tell you a secret," she continued. "It will not be just Mr. Coleman you have to worry about; it will be Ms. Cramden as well. She is the next highest in power after Mr. Coleman and she is personal valet to Mrs. Bemerton. No one is more trusted than she is except for Mr. Coleman. And since you will be working as a maid in the west wing, Mrs. Bemertons's wing, you will be expected to serve her sexually as well. So Mrs. Cramden must test you too."
I stood in stunned silence. I had never been with a woman at all, not even experimentally, and now I was supposed to service a woman sexuall? And be tested on it no les?
"Let me give you a tip," Janet said, "and then we have to go. Take a short nap when you get to your room. Maybe an hour or so, and I will wake you up at noon and bring your lunch. After that, pour over the notebook and learn everything you can. Pay special attention to how to dress, when to report to which station throughout the day, and the likes and dislikes of the Bemertons. Then, at about 8pm, take a leisurely hot bath. It will relax you. Then get dressed in your uniform & put your hair up. About 5 minutes before 9, begin to masturbate..."
"What?" I thought she had to be craz?
"No really, it is for the best. Don't climax, just get yourself nice and loose and horny. It will make your eyes shine and in your heightened state, you will be more open to the sexual demands made of you and will be better able to perform the?
What she said made sense.
"Ok, let's go."
I arrived in my room, dropped my things, and sat on the edge of my bed. I stared into space as all these things went through my head. The thought of leaving crossed my mind several times. Then I thought of London, Greece, Egypt; all the places I've always wanted to go and the things I'd wanted to do. I don't know how long I sat like that, but I was soon exhausted mentally and I laid down.
I must have fallen immediately to sleep and slept hard, because the next thing I remember was Janet waking me up. She knocked and entered, bringing a tray which contained a wonderful lunch. Fresh canteloupe, a small salad, grilled chicken, rice pilaf and orange sherbet.
"How do you feel," she asked.
"I must admit, I feel a lot bette? My head is clear and I am ready to take on this notebook."
She smiled back and me and I felt like we had begun a friendship.
"AND," I added, "I'm starving. Thank you for thi?
"No problem. I'll be back around 6 and see how you are doing and bring you your dinner."
She smiled and closed the door behind her. I started my lunch and opened the notebook. It was heavy and had many sections. I'll highlight the most interesting sections here.
Uniform:
You will have 5 day uniforms in your closet. You will wear a fresh one daily, putting it in the laundry at the end of the day when you undress. Every 3 days your uniforms will be returned to you by the laundry staff cleaned and pressed. You thus have 2 spare uniforms. You are never to have a dirty, soiled or smelly uniform on in the presence of the Bemertons. This is cause for corrective action or dismissal.
You will have 5 night uniforms in your closet. The same rules apply. You are always to be wearing one uniform or another. You are always on call, but regular hours are from 7am to 5pm, during which you are to wear the day uniform. The rest of the time you will wear your night uniform unless it you are bathing or it is your day off.
On your days off you may wear any casual clothing and you are not to go anywhere outside of the servants' quarters or servants' garden. If you must return to the main house on your day off, you must wear your uniform.
Your uniform consists of a black cotton dress, lace apron and lace cap. You must wear the undergaments (new, provided) that go with this outfit. White lace panties, thigh high stockings, garter, and 3/4" heel black shoes. Your hair must be worn up at all times except for on your day off.
Any variation of this is cause for corrective action or dismissal."
I read this section several times because it seemed important. I also read the section with the schedules of Mr. and Mrs. Bemerton and the times I was expected to be at certain stations. No matter what I was doing, I was to be at the Bemertons' breakfast table, in a line with the other servants, at 9am for inspection and special orders for the day.
At 1pm I was to be in Mrs. Bemerton's room for any "special requests" and to make her bed after her nap.
At 4pm I was to be in Mr. Bemerton's study for any "special requests" and to help serve tea.
This was in addition to my regular duties of cleaning the west wing on a daily basis and helping Mrs. Camden and Mr. Coleman with whatever I was ordered to do.
In the section marked "Obedience", there contained only a few words. "All orders are to be carried out immediately and with full compliance and humility. Any hesitation or insubordination will be cause for corrective action or dismissal."
I studied these areas especially, and the rest of the exhaustive requirements, eccentricities and expectations of the household. It was 6pm before I knew it, and Janet was again at my door.
"Well, are you an expert now," she asked with a laugh.
"Um, I think so," and just laughed too. Then I frowned.
"What's the matter, Elena?"
"Well, I have a good idea of what's expected of me, but I am a little apprehensive about only one thing."
"What's that?"
"I've never been with a woman - at all - and I am worried I won't pass that test." I laughed nervously, but did not feel at all happy about the situation.
"Well, I did think that might be a problem for you. That's why I came to check up on you. Would you like to learn? Right now?"
As taken aback by this suggestion as I was, I felt myself grow immediately horny and immediately inquisitive!
"Sure, I guess so."
Janet turned and locked the door, and walked over to the bed. She took off her uniform, very matter-of-factly, and hung it up in my closet. She threw the notebook on the floor and laid down next to me on the bed.
"Just close your eyes and think for a minute. Yes, close them and relax. Now, think about your last boyfriend kissing you. Think how you like to be kissed." And she kissed me long, slow and soft, slipping her tongue in between my lips.
"Now think about how you like him to carress your breasts." And she squeezed my breasts over my shirt, one then the other. Then she slipped her hand under my shirt and began pulling and squeezing my nipples.
"Get undressed, Elena." I stood up and got undressed. I laid back down on the bed gingerly, but she grabbed me, hovering over me.
"Now think about how you like him to feel your pussy, to open it and caress it. Dipping into your moisture and massaging the nub of your clit." All the while she was doing what she was describing, her mouth inches from mine.
I was fairly panting now when she started kissing my neck, my stomach and the mound of my pussy.
"Now think about how you like him to go down on you..." and she dove into my pussy. Tonguing my clit and lapping the moisture. I was moaning, running my fingers through her hair, holding her to me while she ate me better than any of my boyfriends ever had.
Then she stopped. I looked down and she was grinning up at me. "Ok, you got that?"
"Mmmm-hmmm," was all I could say.
"You ready to try it?"
WAS I? I was kissing her deeply almost before she finished asking. I laid her out on the bed and was ready to dive into her pussy when she said, "Remember to build up to it. Think of how YOU like it. And if you do a good job, I will finish you off when you are done."
I was so incredibly turned on and in need of release, that I paid extra special attention to what I was doing. My tongue flicked so gingerly and deftly at her tongue, her neck, her nipples and finally her clit. I caressed and sucked, I licked and massaged. Bringing her closer and closer. It was incredible that I was so into this so fast, when I had never done it before. I just thought of what I would want done to me, and the thought of getting my reward when I was done, that I just figured out instinctively what to do.
My mouth was on her clit, my tongue flicking and licking when she began to stiffen and gripped my head with her thighs. I just kept licking and licking as she squirmed under me, panting and squealing. God, why hadn't I found out about this before? It was the most wonderful thing I'd ever discovered - and I could have been doing this all these years?
"MMmmmmm, you're a natural!" I moved up and lay beside her while she recovered from her orgasm. In a moment, she was kissing me again, and then moved immediately to my clit. She did not have to work for more than a minute before I rewarded her with my juices, cumming and cumming. Oh God it was good.
"See?"
"See what," I asked.
"See how it works to be all worked up when servicing someone. You can cum when you are done, but you need to be turned on beforehand to really motivate yourself."
Wow! Two lessons in one. How to service a woman and how to service well.
It was about time for my bath. My heart leaped a little as I thought about what the night was to bring. Janet got dressed and I headed for my bath.
"Good luck," she said with a smile.
I just laughed and walked into the bathroom while she left.
At 5 minutes before 9, I was dressed in full uniform, hair up, and every seam straight. My room was in order and I was ready for my test. Almost. I didn't want to wrinkle my uniform by lying down on the bed, so I put my foot up on the toilet seat and reached my fingers in under the edge of my panties and fingered my clit for 4 minutes.
I was thinking about that afternoon with Janet, while doing this and was very close to cumming when I realized I had to stop. I straightened my panties and my uniform, washed my hands, and took my place by my bed at a few seconds to nine.
When my clock read 9pm sharp, there came a knock on my door followed by the immediate entrance of Mr. Coleman. He looked at me hungrily and asked, "Are you ready for your test, Elena?"
"Yes, Mr. Coleman, I'm ready for my test."
He closed the door behind him and walked over to me.
"Kneel and suck my cock."
I kneeled without hesitation and unzipped his trousers. I pulled out his cock, flacid and small, and sucked it into my mouth. I ran my tongue around it as I sucked and pulled away from him, stretching it out. I pushed my face back to the base of his cock, sucked hard and did the same thing. This time his cock stiffened a little, growing.
I repeated this several times, until his member was hard and erect. I began bobbing up and down on it with my mouth, sucking and licking. He was rigid and never moved for the full ten minutes he let me suck. He did not come, but ordered me to my feet.
"Stand up straight, I want to inspect you," he said, while he removed all of his clothing.
I stood up and he eyed me up and down, told me to turn around, slowly, and then ran his hand up the inside of my thigh. He slipped his middle finger under the edge of my panties and ran his finger along my slit.
"I see you enjoy giving oral, that is very good, it will help you succeed in this household." I stood still and enjoyed his finger on my slit, although I was frightened. I had been so near cumming when fingering myself, and giving him a blow job had made me even more horny.
"Turn around and bend over - lean on the bed for support."
I did this immediately and I felt him raise the skirt of my uniform. He ran his hands over my asscheeks, feeling the roundness, and moaned appreciatively.
"Spread your legs a little."
I did and he pulled down my panties to my knees. I felt his fingers probing my vagina. Two, then three, soon he had all 4 fingers in my cunt, pushing them in and out. He was using his thumb to tickle my asshole. He pulled his fingers out and said, "Hold VERY still."
I braced myself and felt his finger on my asshole, lubing it with my own juices. He stuck it in abruptly and began feeling around like a doctor might. He then began shoving the finger in and out and in and out. My pussy was dripping and I wished he would pay some attention to my clit.
He pulled his finger out and told me to strip naked and lie down on the bed. I did so and he told me to move up higher, so I'm resting against the pillows. He told me to play with my tits and pull the nipples, stretch them. I did this and wanted to moan. I was so horny by now. He seemed to appreciate how hard and alert they were.
"Ok, now spread your legs. Now spread your pussy lips with the fingers of your right hand."
I did this, showing my gaping wet pussy to this scary man and surprisingly I was loving it. He ordered me to caress my clit.
"Are you turned on," he asked.
"A little bit," I answered.
"Oh, just a little bit? Then you aren't doing it right. Move your fingers in faster circles over your clit. Harder. Harder. Faster."
I was frigging myself like crazy, under his direction, when he told me to stop and climbed on top of me. He held my shoulders down with his hands and rested his knees on my thighs. He didn't need to hold me down, but I could tell it's what got him off.
"Try to get away," he said, "just try."
I struggled and he laughed, he was way too strong for me. I got scared and struggled even harder, but I was no match for him. He stuck his cock into me and fucked my hard. It felt so good, but I was so trapped and continued struggling. After a few minutes he stopped, stood up and grabbed my hair, yanking me up into a sitting position on the bed. He held his cock to my face and stroked it, cumming all over me. My face, my hair. He spent himself on me and I was totally humiliated.
"Go wash your face and your pussy right now. Do it good and be back here in two minutes."
I ran to the bathroom and looked at my face in the mirror. The cum was running down my face, my eyes were shining and my pussy was on fire! I washed quickly, my pussy too, and returned. When I walked back into the room, a stocky, rough-looking woman of about 40 was standing there.
"Elena, this is Mrs. Camden, the Head Maid and Mrs. Bemerton's personal valet."
"Hello, Mrs. Camden," I said, and bowed my head once.
Mrs. Camden whispered something to Mr. Coleman while I waited. Then she told me to approach her. She inspected my breasts with her hands, raising them up by the nipples and causing me to wince internally. My nipples had already been very hard, and now they took on very deep rose color.
"Very nice," Mrs. Camden said. "It's always nice to have a SLUT come to work for us, isn't it, Mr. Coleman?" They both laughed while I turned 3 shades of red. I realized right there and then that not only were we lower servants there for the service and pleasure of the Bemertons, but as subjects for the humiliation the Head Butler and Maid enjoyed heaping on us. I stood there and took it.
"Now I have two tests for you this evening. First, you are going to be eaten. Next, you are going to eat me. But it's not as simple as that. You will be orally stimulated by a servant for 10 minutes. Now because Mrs. Bemerton likes to occasionally go down on a muffin, but she does not worry about whether she brings the subject to climax, she simply can't be bothered, you need to be able to hold out for as long as she likes. She never eats anyone for longer than 5 minutes or so, so we figure if we test you for 10 minutes and you pass, you will do just fine."
So I was laid out on the bed and Mrs. Camden held one leg open while Mr. Coleman held the other. They didn't need to do this, I would have complied, but I think they enjoyed the control. I was ordered to close my eyes and I heard someone enter the room. Within moments I felt my pussy being caressed by a tongue.
I was already so turned on and the tongue felt so warm and liquid and stimulating, that I was ready to cum within a minute. However, I had not come this far just to pass this test. I began breathing deeply and tried to think about other things. But as my breathing slowed, so did the tonguing. It slowed to the rhythm of my breath, but intensified in strength. This threw me off, as I had expected the rhythm to remain constant. The tongue moved slow and steady and with ever increasing pressure against my clit. As my breathing increased, so did the speed of the tonguing.
My heart was beating so fast and hard and I had no idea how long it had been or how long I had to go. I just knew I could not fail this test. Little did I know, the servant going down on me was being punished for something she did and was told her punishment would be cut short if she came in there that night and made me cum in under 10 minutes. I was fighting with all I had not to cum against someone who was fighting with all she had to MAKE me cum! It's a wonder I made it.
My clit was so oversensitized that every movement nearly sent me over the edge. I concentrated on the places I wanted to see when I got out of here, of the cruises, first-class plane rides, first-class accomodations, and seeing the 7 wonders of the world. I managed to hold off cumming until I heard Mrs. Camden say, "Time's up."
I was told to keep my eyes closed until the servant was gone. I almost feel bad now thinking about the fact that the servant put in all that effort and still had to carry out the rest of his/her punishment.
"Ok, get up," Mrs. Camden said, "now you have to make me cum."
I was shaking from being so turned on and not cumming. I stood up, weak in the knees, and waited for Mrs. Camden to lie down naked on the bed. I laid down on the bed and put my head between her legs when Mr. Coleman said, "Good luck, only one in three passes this test."
That's when I remembered what Janet had told me. I moved up so that I was lying beside Mrs. Camden's face. I kissed her lips tenderly. Her eyes got big and she looked like she wanted to pull away, but I held her head tenderly in my hands and kept kissing her. I gently parted her lips with my tongue and explored her mouth, daintily flicking her tongue with mine.
I began kissing her neck, shoulders and breasts, and then began sucking on her nipples. I kissed, sucked and flicked one and then the other, until her nipples were as hard as little buttons. I then moved down her belly, planting fluttering little kisses all the while, and when I got down to her mound, I could feel the heat coming off of it and could smell the musk of her wetness.
I planted my head between her legs and licked her clit almost lovingly. I imagined it was sweet Janet who had helped me so much. I licked and flicked with my tongue while her hips pressed towards my mouth and her fingers intertwined with my hair and pulled my head towards her.
After only a minute or so, she was panting, gasping, moaning and bucking her hips against my face, cumming hard. I kept licking until she pushed me away. She pushed me so hard I slid to the floor, where I stayed, my head down, my hair covering my face.
"Well Mrs. Camden, I guess she passed THAT test with flying colors, didn't she?"
"Shut up, Mr. Coleman," she answered, and he just laughed heartily.
The rest of the evening was spent quizzing me on rules, schedules, etc. and it was finally decided I would begin work the next day in the west wing.
I began my day at 6am, showering, cleaning my room, and dressing for my first day of work. I was so nervous I had butterflies, but I knew after last night that I was ready for anything!
At 7am I started work. It didn't take me long to fall into the normal swing of things. Cleaning the West Wing was just like cleaning a large house. It was sorely obvious that Mr. and Mrs. Bemerton did not sleep together, nor in fact like each other very much, but kept up appearances for some reason or another. The West Wing was Mrs. Bemerton's area, and the East Wing was Mr. Bemerton's.
I began with the normal chores and before I knew it, it was nearly 9am and I was to be at the breakfast table for inspection with the others. We lined up according to seniority, so I was dead last, of course.
Mr. Bemerton walked in first and my breath was taken away. Here was a man who was at least 60, but he was so devastatingly handsome he made my heart flip-flop. He had a chiseled face, laugh lines around big, blue eyes, snow white hair, an athlete's build and, finally, a charming and disarming smile. He walked down the line politely saying hello to each servant until he got to me.
When he got to me he paused, introduced himself, and asked me my name. "Elena Marceau, sir," I said, and bowed my head. "It's lovely to meet you, Ms. Marceau," he replied. This was so odd, in all of my other jobs, the master of the house was never so familiar with the servants. But this was no ordinary house.
Mr. Bemerton took his seat about the time Mrs. Bemerton walked in. She walked directly to her chair and was about to sit down when Mr. Bemerton said, "Won't you meet Ms. Marceau, dear?" And he gestured to me.
She walked over to me, looked me up and down, then reached out and pressed my breasts with the palms of her hands. "I guess YOU picked this one out," she said to him, and sat back down.
"No dear, I've only just met her this morning."
"Yeah right," she huffed. I could the see the jealousy and resentment between them. It was alarming to be at the center of it.
After we were dismissed, I returned to my chores. At nearly 1pm, it was time for me to enter Mrs. Bemerton's room. I suddenly realized I had a stain on my uniform and that there was no time to go change. I either had to be late or show up with a stain. I chose to be on time, and adjusted my apron so that hopefully the stain would not show.
I arrived and was beckoned by Mrs. Bemerton immediately. "Why is your apron crooked? Fix it now." I adjusted it and of course the stain became obvious.
"You know you are already in violation of the rules, Ms. Marceau?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"And what do the rules say happens when you break one of them?"
I recited, "Any variation is cause for corrective action or dismissal."
"That's right. And since my husband obviously has a thing for you, I should let you go right now, but I think I'd rather punish you. Are you willing to be punished for breaking the rules, or would you rather pack your things?"
I did not know what the punishment involved, but I also knew that hesitation was another violation, so I immediately said, "I am willing to be punished, Ma'am."
"Good." She looked possessed and I was scared. "Come over here and bend over my knees."
I did so, draping myself over her knees, she was sitting in the middle of a sofa, so I was supported on either side. I was utterly humiliated, lying over this woman, my ass in the air.
"Well, I'm feeling generous today, so I am going to use my hand instead of my riding crop, but you are to receive 20 strokes on each cheek for your transgression. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
To my further humiliation, she pulled my underpants down to my knees and began paddling my ass, hard and fast. My head jerked up and I started kicking my feet, but I stayed where I was and just held on to the sofa cushion. My ass was stinging under her hand, and when she got to 14 she just stopped and laughed.
"I think you like that, don't you. Let's see." And she reached her hand between my pussy lips and felt around. I was very wet, because just before I came to her, I had masturbated but did not climax, in anticipation of serving her well.
"Well, let's see how you like this," and she started hitting me harder. She spanked me for 4 or 5 minutes, angrily and vehemently. It stung so bad that after awhile the air swooshing around her hand would hurt, as she drew it back. And then the fire of pain would grip me as her hand came down. Her hand had to be on fire too, but she was an angry woman, and did not care.
I had had well over 40 strokes - probably more like 150, when she finally stopped and pushed me off her lap.
"Next time it will be with my riding crop. Now go make my bed."
I did as I was told and finished my chores in the West Wing limping from the soreness of my behind. I thought, "I must never let that happen again."
At 4pm I was in Mr. Bemerton's study to help serve tea. Another maid, Ms. Pearson, was there. I stood nearby while she approached Mr. Bemerton with the tea cart and began pouring the tea.
"Ms. Marceau, come over here by me." I stood near him and he looked at me with his twinkling blue eyes. I smiled back at him.
"You look tired, would you like to sit down for a moment?"
I stammered for a moment, not sure how to react to this, when he pulled me onto his lap.
"Oh!" I was surprised and happy at the same time, at the attention he was giving me. He pulled my hips closer to his groin, and begin running his fingers over the outlines of my nipples, visible through the thin uniform.
"Ms. Pearson, did you bring ice like I asked?"
"Yes sir," she answered.
"Good. Ms. Marceau, slip your arms out of your uniform and pull it down past your breasts."
I did so immediately and without question and while I did, he reached for a piece of ice.
He took the ice between his teeth and began tracing it around my nipples, making them so hard. My warm flesh melted the ice and it trickled down between my breasts, tickling me. When the ice was all melted, he licked the moisture from my breasts and began suckling on my nipples, one then the other. He pulled me closer, and I could feel his huge hard-on through his pants.
"Stand up, remove your panties, and bend over the back of that armchair over there," he said, and pointed to a big, overstuffed chair across the room. I walked over to it and bent over. I heard him removing his pants and crossing the room. He saw the marks on my buttocks.
"Well, how did this happen," he asked.
"Mrs. Bemerton punished me for having a dirty uniform, Sir."
"You had to be punished already? Well...it seems a little severe, but then she is a very angry woman. It probably won't be the last time. Better make sure you keep on your toes!"
"Yes, sir," I said, and then gasped as I felt his fingers spreading my pussy lips. I was dripping wet from the attention my nipples had received earlier.
Without further warning, his huge cock head entered my pussy, stretching me. God it was huge. I felt him push a little deeper and moaned. The next thing I felt was him grabbing my asscheeks and plunging all the way inside me. I gripped the arms of the chair for support and shreiked!
He didn't say a word as he plowed away at me, filling my pussy up with his monster cock and sending me to place where words have no meaning! I began to cum and spasm around his cock and he fucked me even harder and faster. His giant cock head was ramming my cervix and my pussy was being stretched by his massiveness.
Soon he was cumming hard and groaning, pushing like he wanted to go right through me. He kept pushing until I felt his cum spilling out of me and running down my leg. Finally he was spent, and he collapsed over me.
I was shaking with physical exhaustion, but I let him compress me between himself and the chair until he got up.
"Ok, very good," he said, "We'll see you tomorrow." He seem distracted while he said it and I got the idea he was somewhere else entirely in his mind.
I went back to my quarters and cleaned up and enjoyed the rest of my day by soaking in a hot tub. I had made it through my first day.
Life went on like that for almost the entire 5 years. It was amazing how much it was the same from day to day. I serviced the Bemertons sexually in addition to my housework, was punished for a (very) few trangressions, and reaffirmed to Mr. Coleman and Mrs. Camden on a monthly basis that I was still worthy of keeping my job.
I became great friends with Janet during my first three months there, and then it was time for her to leave. The last day she was there I saw her turn from a healthy, able woman into a dejected, exhausted, frightened animal. I can't put my finger on exactly what it was, but something was wrong. She didn't even say goodbye to me. I thought maybe, although she was happy to be going and getting her money, she realized she would miss me and the others and was perhaps a little wary of the future.
The day before I was to leave, I returned to my room after my shift was done. I had only 24 hours to go and I was very happy and excited. But when I got back to my room, I could see that this would be no picnic.
Mr. Coleman and Ms. Camden were there, along with a lawyer, to go over the settling of my contract here. It was explained to me that all of my work over the last 5 years was to culminate in the events of the next 24 hours. A section of the contract that I had not read was pointed out to me and explained in detail.
The contract stated that I was to be on duty for the next 24 hours straight, no sleep or rest breaks. I was to serve not only the Bemertons in my usual fashion, but also Mr. Coleman and Mrs. Camden. All the usual rules applied, and then some. The additional rule stated that I was allowed no underwear, no bra and no sexual release for the coming 24 hours.
Any fracture of these rules was cause for severe punishment or immediate dismissal - with no bonus. Thus, this clause was set up to make it hard for me to keep up my end of the contract; to try to make me void the contract and deny myself the bonus I had worked the last 5 years for. In addition, I was to speak of this to no one, and when my time was up, I had to leave without saying goodbye and I was never to make contact with any of these people ever again.
Well, I wasn't about to give up the bonus I had worked so hard for, so I steeled myself for 24 hours of hell. I initialed the paragraph, as the lawyer asked, and the lawyer gave Mr. Coleman an envelope and left. As Mr. Coleman put the envelope in his pocket, he ordered me to come stand beside him. He reached under my uniform, felt my panties, and informed me that I was in violation of my contract and to remove my panties and bra immediately. I did so immediately, and he put his fingers in my crotch again.
"That's better," he said. "You know, this last 24 hours is the best part...for US anyway." He looked at Mrs. Camden and they both laughed hard. He was still playing with my pussy and I was breathing hard and trying not to get excited.
Mrs. Camden came over and reached around me from behind, grabbing my breasts and squeezing them hard. I closed my eyes and I felt Mr. Coleman's middle and index finger slide up into my pussy. He fucked me with them, his thumb bumping my clit with each stroke, until I was panting.
"Don't cum," he said, "you wouldn't want to void your contract after all the hard work you've put in, would you?" And he pulled his fingers out and wiped them on my uniform.
"Oops, looks like a stained uniform; you'd better change and quick, before Mrs. Camden decides to punish you!"
I changed, grateful for a chance to escape his probing. But when I took my soiled uniform off, I felt his eyes bore into me.
"Before you change, come over here. Mrs. Camden, why don't you lie down on her bed? Elena, go down on her right now."
I lay down between her legs and began eating her the way she loves, when I felt Mr. Coleman come up behind me. He shoved his cock in my wet, sloppy cunt and stroked a few times. Then he pulled out and pushed the head of his cock against my asshole.
"I want you to make Mrs. Camden cum before I cum. That's a direct order and is not to be disobeyed."
He began slamming into my ass while I worked on the pussy in front of me. My chin was wet with her juices while my tongue worked her clit. I almost had lockjaw from the tonguing I'd given Mrs. Bemerton earlier today, but I kept working. Finally, she came hard against my mouth, while Mr. Coleman shot into me. He was grabbing my hips and pulling me back against him hard, and it hurt. But it also made my pussy drip with desire.
After that I was ordered to clean up and get into uniform and that I had some special duties to perform tonight.
I was up all night polishing the entry way floor with a toothbrush and a nail buffer. It was exhausting and I had to be very careful not to soil my uniform. Every hour either Mrs. Camden or Mr. Coleman would come by and tell me to stand up and they would finger my pussy until I was panting. Once Mrs. Camden picked up the toothbrush and reached inside my uniform and scrubbed my nipples with it hard. It hurt terribly, but I did not budge. I took it.
When morning came and it was time for my regular shift, I was exhausted. I looked hunted and I was on fire with desire. I was paranoid of failing and of people trying to make me fail. Of all days, Mrs. Bemerton chose that on to be one of the days she wanted to go down on me. I held out for all I was worth and did not cum.
At a quarter to 4, fifteen minutes before I was to assist with tea in Mr. Bemerton's study, Mr. Coleman came to me and pulled me into a pantry.
"Go down on me now," he said, cruelly.
I did my best to make him cum as soon as I could, so I would not be late for tea, but he was obviously holding off. I finally pulled out the big guns, deep-throating him for all I was worth, swallowing against the head of his cock and nearly gagging. That sent him over the edge, but instead of cumming in my mouth, he pulled out and came all over the top of my uniform.
"Oh no, a soiled uniform. And you're due in the study in less than 5 minutes. Better hurry!"
I jumped to my feet and ran through the house to the tunnel leading to the servants' quarters. I ran to my room as quickly as I could and changed and ran back to the study. I was a minute late. Mr. Bemerton was angry.
"Ms. Marceau, over the years I have always allowed you to take punishment rather than dismiss you for your shortcomings, but I grow tired of meting it out. Why shouldn't I just let you go right now?"
"Please Mr. Bemerton," I begged, "I did my best. I'm exhausted and trying to please everyone. I will take whatever you can dish out, just please, please punish me!"
I couldn't believe I was begging to be punished. It was so humiliating. Mr. Bemerton saw that and loved it, relished it...it made him hard.
"Alright, alright, I always have had a soft spot for you. I'll tell you what. I'm going to let Mrs. Bemerton take her riding crop to you. After that, you come back to me and tell me all about it and I will fuck you. Then you can go."
"Yes, sir," I said with confidence. Only I was not confident, I was scared to death. I had only met with Mrs. Bemerton's riding crop on 2 other occasions and it almost killed me. Now here it was, my last day, her last chance at the cause of her jealousness and bitterness. I was really afraid of what she might do to me.
I surprised her, because she wasn't used to seeing me at this time of day. I told her the situation and her blood seemed to boil.
"He only sent you to me to remind me that he's going to be fucking you blue when I'm through with you. Well, that can't happen if there's nothing left to fuck!" She screamed at me to get across her knees, which I did with fear for my life.
She laid into me with her crop in a fit of anger and tears, while I tore at the couch cushion with my nails. My ass stung and felt bruised, but she actually ended her beating sooner than I thought she would.
"I used to have a nice ass like this, you know," she said. Mr. Bemerton is a shallow, though rich man. And I suffer for staying with him. That is why you suffer - you have to suffer for the money just like me. All of you who come through here."
While she said this, she played with my pussy and caressed my buttocks. I was soon calmed down and she told me to leave her and not to look at her. I did as I was told.
When I returned to Mr. Bemerton, I cried and told him how she had been with her crop and about her jealous rage. He seemed smugly satisfied and I decided not to tell him about her pathetic confession.
He pulled out his cock and told me to climb on the chair and straddle him. I did, sitting on his gigantic cock and settling onto it as it entered me inch by inch.
I pressed against him on the downstrokes, and squeezed my pussy hard on the upstrokes, trying hard to make him cum before I lost control. This was my last duty. I he buried his face in my breasts and I gave him the fuck of the year, moaning, grinding, gyrating. Soon he came inside me and pushed me away, exhausted.
It's been 2 years since I left that house. I got my money and have traveled to many of the places I always dreamed of, with many more plans in the works. I've been careful with my money and don't see it running out before I die.
The only problem is I am now an incredible slut. I love to be ordered around and punished. In fact I need it. Watch for me, I may be coming to your town next!
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