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Strangebuddy
Guest
Catherine laid out a simple string bikini for her maid on the bathroom counter, next to some fresh towels and some make-up. The bikini was nothing special; two pieces of black cloth that made a scoop bottom and a triangle top that held their sies together with thin black string. Of course, that was the point: the garment had to be unassuming for her cute little maid.
She went into the kitchen and pulled her phone out, scrolling down her list of contacts until she saw the picture of her maid bent over, ass in the air, cleaning a spot off the kitchen floor. She licked her lips at the sight: while she didn't have the girl wearing a stereotypical French Maid outfit, she had gotten her to join her for a yoga class in a pair of pants that were so tight and light that she could practically taste the girl's delicious ass as it strained against the fabric.
That was the relationship she had garnered over the past month with the girl. She had hired her as a maid but made it quickly apparent that there wasn't much cleaning that needed to be done. The opulent house was professionally cleaned monthly, so she found other tasks for the girl to do, most of which made her a professional companion; whether it was going shopping, trying out restaurants, or even just watching tv and talking about the girl's life. Catherine had quickly started gaining her trust; buying her gifts, plying her and her friends with booze, and even calling her parents and making excuses for her if she was crashed out on her couch from a night of partying...and she was about to cash in.
Catherine checked herself in the mirror before she sent her text to the girl. At 35 she still had some youthful charm but Catherine preferred some of the benefits of age. Her body had actual curves and a pair of breasts and buttocks that most people would die to even get a look at, which was sadly the fate of her late husband; apparently her sexual needs on their honeymoon were to great for him and he went off to heaven before he could get her off...though the money made up for it. Her body was a flawless gold and while the small black silk robe barely hid her naughty bits, she was proud to know that it was unsullied with any tan lines. She was athletic as well and tall enough that she was almost amazonian, yet her form was too feminine to outside eyes for anyone to accuse her of that. Her brunette hair was done up like in her beauty queen days, all to help make her alibi believable when the girl arrived.
"Hey hun, hope you're excited for this weekend! Before we go, I'll need you to help me in the basement with something. Wash up and get your make-up done in the bathroom first. Put on the clothes I've left out for you, i don't want you getting your new outfit dirty." She texted as she skipped downstairs to wait in the basement for her maid to arrive. She sat down in a leather recliner and waited.
The last month had all been leading up to this moment. A normal girl would have found it suspicious that an older woman found such interest in her. A normal girl would have been uncomfortable if that woman played dress-up with her and gave her booze any time she wanted it. A normal girl would also have really found it odd that her employer wanted to spend the weekend with her and lie to her parents about it. Yet her maid was not a normal girl. She was gorgeous, radiant, sexy, and even a little cute..but she was also a huge airhead. An airhead Catherine had treated like a little princess and a work buddy, why should she think this weekend was anything special?
Catherine moaned and thought of the door at the far end of the basement. The one which led to a converted wine cellar. The one that was full of sawhorses, cages, chains, whips, and toys. The one that had a thumbprint lock and was effectively cut off from the rest of the world. The one where she could turn a bimbo into a fucktoy for the delight of herself and her equally disturbed friends. Friends who pretended to be average BDSM practitioners when in fact they were just like Catherine...
...complete sadists.
Catherine thought to her sweet, dumb little maid. She couldn't wait to inflict pain on her, to make her beg for release and break her. She had already promised her friends a fun party of teasing and torturing the girl when she was about broken and to let her be used as they wanted. Tonight however was what she lived for: one-on-one time with a new girl, breaking her in and teaching her the new way of life.
She went into the kitchen and pulled her phone out, scrolling down her list of contacts until she saw the picture of her maid bent over, ass in the air, cleaning a spot off the kitchen floor. She licked her lips at the sight: while she didn't have the girl wearing a stereotypical French Maid outfit, she had gotten her to join her for a yoga class in a pair of pants that were so tight and light that she could practically taste the girl's delicious ass as it strained against the fabric.
That was the relationship she had garnered over the past month with the girl. She had hired her as a maid but made it quickly apparent that there wasn't much cleaning that needed to be done. The opulent house was professionally cleaned monthly, so she found other tasks for the girl to do, most of which made her a professional companion; whether it was going shopping, trying out restaurants, or even just watching tv and talking about the girl's life. Catherine had quickly started gaining her trust; buying her gifts, plying her and her friends with booze, and even calling her parents and making excuses for her if she was crashed out on her couch from a night of partying...and she was about to cash in.
Catherine checked herself in the mirror before she sent her text to the girl. At 35 she still had some youthful charm but Catherine preferred some of the benefits of age. Her body had actual curves and a pair of breasts and buttocks that most people would die to even get a look at, which was sadly the fate of her late husband; apparently her sexual needs on their honeymoon were to great for him and he went off to heaven before he could get her off...though the money made up for it. Her body was a flawless gold and while the small black silk robe barely hid her naughty bits, she was proud to know that it was unsullied with any tan lines. She was athletic as well and tall enough that she was almost amazonian, yet her form was too feminine to outside eyes for anyone to accuse her of that. Her brunette hair was done up like in her beauty queen days, all to help make her alibi believable when the girl arrived.
"Hey hun, hope you're excited for this weekend! Before we go, I'll need you to help me in the basement with something. Wash up and get your make-up done in the bathroom first. Put on the clothes I've left out for you, i don't want you getting your new outfit dirty." She texted as she skipped downstairs to wait in the basement for her maid to arrive. She sat down in a leather recliner and waited.
The last month had all been leading up to this moment. A normal girl would have found it suspicious that an older woman found such interest in her. A normal girl would have been uncomfortable if that woman played dress-up with her and gave her booze any time she wanted it. A normal girl would also have really found it odd that her employer wanted to spend the weekend with her and lie to her parents about it. Yet her maid was not a normal girl. She was gorgeous, radiant, sexy, and even a little cute..but she was also a huge airhead. An airhead Catherine had treated like a little princess and a work buddy, why should she think this weekend was anything special?
Catherine moaned and thought of the door at the far end of the basement. The one which led to a converted wine cellar. The one that was full of sawhorses, cages, chains, whips, and toys. The one that had a thumbprint lock and was effectively cut off from the rest of the world. The one where she could turn a bimbo into a fucktoy for the delight of herself and her equally disturbed friends. Friends who pretended to be average BDSM practitioners when in fact they were just like Catherine...
...complete sadists.
Catherine thought to her sweet, dumb little maid. She couldn't wait to inflict pain on her, to make her beg for release and break her. She had already promised her friends a fun party of teasing and torturing the girl when she was about broken and to let her be used as they wanted. Tonight however was what she lived for: one-on-one time with a new girl, breaking her in and teaching her the new way of life.