The Flat (open for one at present)

[sandmartin]

The Flat - Closed

OOC: The thread is now closed to chris2c4u and sandmartin. Read on and enjoy - thanks for your interest.


IC:

At twenty years of age I lost my parents to a car crash. Their joint funeral took place a week later, organised entirely by myself as there were no other family members to assist me through the traumatic time.

A month after I still could not bring myself to stay in the house that had once been our family home. I slept mostly in hotels and bed and breakfasts as I tried to pull my life together and put it back on track. I decided to sell the property and move out, away from all the memories and heartache.

Three months later I felt like a millionaire following the sale of the house. I purchased myself a brand spanking new car and decided to move north, for no particular reason other than pure escapism. I had no job lined up, though I had more than sufficient funds to look after myself provided I spent wisely.

I travelled from one place to another with no definite plan in mind other than finding somewhere I liked with a place to rent that would enable me to find a job and put my life back together. I eventually found a big old Victorian house that had been converted into six spacious and roomy apartments. One was available and I fell in love with the place immediately, signed the six month minimum lease, paid my deposit and first months rent and moved straight in.

My first week was spent seriously shopping for furnishings for my new home. It had two bedrooms, a lounge, a kitchen/dinning room and a bathroom with a shower and a bath. I was kept busy receiving deliveries up to my second floor apartment, when I wasn’t taking delivery I was shopping.

Of the six apartments, I seemed to be the youngest occupant. What little I learned came from the coming and goings that I witnessed. Apart from the elderly lady who lived across the landing from me and introduced herself by way of inviting me in for a cup of tea on the day I arrived, everyone appeared to keep themselves pretty much to themselves. There were at least two bachelors living at the house, one directly beneath me. An old couple on the ground floor and I didn’t know who else was left.

A couple of weeks after moving in I was poring over the paper searching the classifieds for a job, music played quietly on my new hi-fi and I had the bath running. The paper had several jobs circled, some had been scribbled out again. The trouble was I didn’t really know what I wanted to do, and nothing leapt out of the page with my name written all over it.

I gave up and made myself a cup of tea, hit the remote and switched the tv on, not that there was much on – is there ever? So I channel hopped for a while. Pounding on my door startled me with its ferocity. I jumped to my feet, with my heart in my mouth, dropping my now empty cup on the floor. The banging persisted, urging me to hurry in case any of my new neighbours were disturbed.

I opened my door and ducked just in time to avoid his fist as it resumed his assault on my door. He glared at me angrily for a brief second. “There’s water pouring through my ceiling!” He raged.

Oh my god! The bath – I’d felt it running. I fled to the bathroom leaving him standing at my door.
“Shit! Shit! Shit!” I cried, paddling across my sodden bathroom to turn the tap off. I plunged my hand into the bottom of the overflowing bath and pulled the plug, then turned around to survey the mess to find him standing at my bathroom door.
“You stupid little cow.” He shouted.
“Don’t you yell at me!” I cried back at him.
“Don’t I…” He span on his heel, his voice dropping slightly. “Follow me.”

I walked out after him as he quickly crossed my apartment and trotted down the stairs into his apartment. I had little chance to admire his décor as we passed through, other than to note it was expensively furnished. I stood at his kitchen door and stared in horror at the mess. A huge chunk of the plaster on his ceiling had given way and water was everywhere. He pointed at the mess.
“You do realise you’ll have to pay for this?”
“I can’t afford it.” I lied.
“Claim on your insurance then.”
I shook my head, I hadn’t organised any insurance cover yet, though it was on my list.
“Jesus!” He swore. “I’ll have to tell the agents in the morning – they won’t like it.”
He was right, they wouldn’t. I hadn’t been in the place a month they and all ready I had caused damage running to a couple of thousand, maybe more.
“Sorry.” I replied pathetically.
“Here, grab some towels, you’d best help me clean it up.”

He threw a couple of towels towards me and I lay them out to soak some of the water up. In an instant they were drenched and I was wringing them out in his sink. It took us nearly an hour and a half to clear the worst of it up. Even then I was on my knees still scrubbing the floor dry, my jeans and tee shirt were soaked through and I still had my bathroom to do.

He watched me. I caught his eyes following the curve of my bottom as I was down on the floor on my hands and knees.
“What are you going to do?” I asked him, drawing his attention away from my tightly clad and soaked backside.

 

[chris2c4u]

The flat

Serendipity, that was the only word for it; she had almost literally fallen into Xavier’s lap. Of course when he first saw the water pouring through the ceiling onto his antique Persian rug his thoughts were not charitable and whoever the new occupant of the flat above, they were going to pay for this, one way or another.

It wouldn’t have been so bad if he hadn’t been working out in the other room at the time, he could have caught it before so much damage was done. Without stopping to change he ran from the flat in shorts and tee-shirt, his firm legs athletically mounting the stairs two at a time and began hammering on the door of the newcomer’s rooms.
Seeing the occupant's petite form immediately recall what the problem was and run off contritely to deal with it as best she could didn’t cool his temper – not immediately. It was only as he they went downstairs together and he saw her look of dismay at the damage the water had caused, hear her plea that she had no money to pay for the damages that he began to think again of the opportunity this presented.

Then there she was, working so hard in his flat, kneeling on the carpet her hips swaying with the rhythmic motions of cleaning, her hair falling forward, wielding the cloth as she tried desperately to get the water off the deep red carpet. Serendipity.

Taking a deep breath he began muttering and complaining again. ‘No insurance? No money?’ She shook her head, sitting up on her haunches and pushed strands of hair back behind her ears. ‘No job either I expect you’ll tell me next. How are you going to pay the rent for God’s sake?’

‘I – I’m looking for a job right now,’ she said. He didn’t smile – not outwardly anyway. Perfect.

He fixed her with an icy blue stare while he ran a hand distractedly through his short blonde hair and scratched the back of his head. ‘Somehow you’re going to have to make amends for all of this, aren’t you?’

She averted her eyes and made a few more half hearted dabs at the wet carpet.

‘Do you have any idea how much all this costs? How much time I will have to spend sorting things out with the people here and my insurers?’ She looked downcast at the thought of it.

‘There’s nothing for it, I’ll just have to take something valuable from you,’ Xavier said cryptically.

She frowned. ‘What do you mean?’ she asked suspiciously.

‘Your freedom to chose the job you want. You’ll will come and work for me as my servant for as long as it takes to sort all this out.’

‘What?’ she exclaimed standing, hands on hips.

Xavier smiled as he looked at the dishevelled yet feisty young woman, unaware of how transparent and clinging the linen of her shirt had become due to the water. He sat down in an ornately carved wooden chair, letting long moments pass. ‘Before you say anything more,’ he began in a low voice, ‘consider this. ‘The owners of this place will not only put you out they will sue you for damage to the property.’ He surveyed the hole in the ceiling that still dripped forlornly onto the floor of his flat. ‘A lot of damage – perhaps structural. Certainly electrical. They will sue you and you’ll be paying for this for years. My insurers - they might try and recover the costs of the rug - which, by the way, was not cheap.’ He let the thought sink into her mind.

‘However, agree to my requests and you will repay me, have no trouble from them and be able to have a whole new experience – I will ensure you are well looked after, well instructed in many things. Your work would be to comply with my requests, exploring aspects of yourself you might not ever have thought existed.’

Standing he approached her more closely. ‘I suspect you are already on a journey in that exploration, aren’t you? Your accent is southern, you’re new to the area. What are you running away from or to find? Perhaps you have found it here?’
Again he gave her time for contemplation before saying, ‘if you agree then the bathroom is through there. Remove your clothes and dry off. I will provide you with a uniform.’

 

[sandmartin]

”No insurance? No money?”
I shook my head and sat up on my haunches, pushing my hair back behind my ears so I could see him properly in his shorts and tee shirt. He wasn’t bad looking by all accounts, if he’d lose the attitude. So where was his girlfriend? He was probably gay knowing my luck…
“No job either I expect you’ll tell me next.” He carried on complaining. “How are you going to pay the rent for God’s sake?”
“Actually I’m looking for a job right now.” I started dabbing at the expensive rug.
“Somehow you’re going to have to make amends for all of this, aren’t you?” He paused – he was looking at me again. “Do you have any idea how much all this costs? How much time I will have to spend sorting things out with the people here and my insurers?”
“I don’t know what to say – I said I’m sorry.”
“There’s nothing for it, I’ll just have to take something valuable from you.”
“What do you mean?” I said, standing up.
“Your freedom to choose the job you want. You’ll will come and work for me as my servant for as long as it takes to sort all this out.”
“What!” I stood with my hands on my hips before I realised he was staring at my boob’s. My top had become semi-transparent from the water. I held the towel before me defensively as he moved across to sit in a chair.

“Before you say anything more I want you to consider this.” He began in a low voice, “The owners of this place will not only put you out they will sue you for damage to the property.” My eyes followed his to the dripping ceiling and the missing plaster. “A lot of damage – perhaps structural, certainly electrical. They will sue you and you’ll be paying for this for years. My insurers - they might try and recover the costs of the rug - which, by the way, was not cheap.”

I thought he was probably laying it all on a bit thick. A plastered could probably fix up the ceiling easy enough, a check over by an electrician – maybe replace a couple of cables, but what did I know? Okay so the rug was expensive, no doubt about that, and looking around the place this guy wasn’t short of a few pounds himself, so he didn’t need my money. What did he mean, my freedom – that I should work for him as a servant?

“However, agree to my requests and you will repay me, have no trouble from them and be able to have a whole new experience – I will ensure you are well looked after, well instructed in many things. Your work would be to comply with my requests, exploring aspects of yourself you might not ever have thought existed.”

I watched him suspiciously as he stood up and approached me. There was more to this than met the eye and sooner or later everything would become clear.

“I suspect you are already on a journey in that exploration, aren’t you? Your accent is southern, you’re new to the area. What are you running away from or to find? Perhaps you have found it here?”
I said nothing. I’d promised myself that I was going to protect my inheritance at all costs and I saw no reason to reveal that I could afford to pay for his ceiling and his rug etc. Maybe I was kidding myself that that was why I stayed silent; there was something intriguing about this game he was playing. It was like a drama unfolding, he had something definite in mind, I just didn’t have enough information yet to join the all the dots.
“If you agree then the bathroom is through there. Remove your clothes and dry off. I will provide you with a uniform.”

It took a moment for his words to sink in – I was gob-smacked, but recovered enough to say.
“I have clothes of my own upstairs. I can just pop up and change into something dry up there.”
“You don’t understand – the uniform comes with the job.”
“You mean – you want me to become your housemaid, as in cook and clean for you?” I was suspicious and a little amused at the same time – did he have a fetish for women in uniforms?

 

[chris2c4u]

I locked my gaze onto my neighbour, seeing her amusement. "You think I like seeing women in uniform?" I gave a little shrug and tilt of my head. "it wouldn't be such a terrible thing would it? However, that's not the point. The point is that you would submit to my control in the uniform and it is that control which I desire."

Now I wasn't looking at her figure but my eyes were biting into her soul, seeing the defensive gesture that resulted as she used the towel to cover her shirt where it clung to her breasts. I saw - felt, knew - that she had some ideas that perhaps my thoughts were not too outlandish that they intrigued her. Seeing that, in time, I could make her give her all to me and rejoice in her experiences of pleasure and pain with me. My low voice murmured hypnotically as I gazed at her.

"You will cook and clean yes. You will learn what it is like to be at someone's beck and call, to satisfy them with your service as and when they desire. I expect you’ve never had that experience before have you, to be used in such a way? Believe me, you will find it invigorating. You will learn valuable lessons. Either that or your inheritance money will be leaving your bank account very soon." I saw the look on her face when I dropped this little bombshell about what I already knew about her; in the age of the World Wide Web what was privacy?

"How do I know? I know a great deal about everyone in this building. I know very well that you can afford to pay for the minor damage. However the rug would be a different matter." I waited a moment for her to realise that while she might hold a towel demurely to her chest there were secrets of hers that I knew, that financially, historically, mentally, she was stripped bare to me. I gave a smile and quickly said, "of course, that gives you a great opportunity too."

Another pause, then more measured tones to ensure she knew what was on offer I explained, "for example, should you comply fully with my desires you will find that I can turn your little nest egg into a sizable amount of money. It's what I do. I make money. A lot of it. Perhaps you won't need to read the papers in search of another job, perhaps you will have your pick. Indeed, I would consider it a failure on my part if you even needed to work again. Tempting?" I gestured for her to follow me into a room lined with books, again tastefully decorated but clearly an office. There were computer screens full of figures, the quiet hum of a printer, whose paper I briefly consulted before sitting at a keyboard and printing off a financial estimate of what I could make for her based on all I knew about her finances in just three months; the amount just edged into seven figures. Attached to it was the contract agreeing to all my demands on her or she would have none of the profits.

I knew that all I had told her would mean she was uncertain about just what I could do to her life were she to refuse along with the possibilities I could give her if she agreed. She needed to see how she could only submit; the first step on her road to become a very good servant. Or even a slave.

Passing the papers and a pen over for her to study I again murmured, "should you agree you will see that your money is secure when you sign the contract binding you to me for three months. You have nothing to lose and everything to learn about yourself as a servant. If you agree I will show you the bathroom."

 

[sandmartin]

If I was gob-smacked before, I was totally stunned into silence by his revelation concerning my financial status – how could he possibly know? But know he did, there was no denying that. I followed him silently into his study and was amazed at how neat and orderly everything appeared. Most of the guys I had known were slobs who might keep a couple of rooms tidy for appearance sake.

My eyes grew wide as he showed me the figures – could this be true – really? In three months? I studied the contract, reading it over twice to be sure. I was in two minds about where this might lead, much of the wording was general and fairly non-descript; it also appeared old fashioned by referring to him as Master and that I, as his servant would address him as such (a small smile of amusement crossed my face at the thought of it). It spoke of penalties were I not to comply with my duties, but didn’t specify what those penalties were and my duties were not stated either.

However, it was very specific on two points. The contract was valid for three months exactly from the date of signing, after which I would be free to do as I wished, leave his service or continue in his service as I wished. All my worldly assets were guaranteed to remain mine in their entirety and remain untouched unless I gave my written authorisation of consent.

I thought about it for several minutes, eyeing him sceptically as I considered my options. On the one hand the vagueness of the contract caused me some concern with regard to my duties. He had specified cleaning, washing, serving him meals etc. I felt sure there was more to it than that because it also referred to my becoming his sole property for the duration, which struck me as very unusual terminology that sent alarm bells clanging in the back of my mind.

On the other hand three months was not really a long period of time. In just twelve weeks time I would repay my debt, make amends and walk away very, very wealthy – that was a big promise to keep on his part. It might take me three months to find a job, and in that same period of time I could be set up for life and never need a job again.
“I’ll sign this on one condition.” My heart was beating quickly at the thought of the decision I had reached.
His eyes flashed quizzically.
“You will give me a weekly report showing how my money is growing. If my money stops growing this contract becomes void?”

He agreed, his confidence all too apparent. I picked-up the pen and just as I was about to sign another thought crept into my mind. In order for him to make me that money I would have to sign my money across to him – Ah! He nearly got me! This could all be some elaborate plan to take my money and run.
“Just a minute! It says here that all my worldly assets will remain mine – but you will want my money signing across to you so you can invest it...”
“No I don’t.” He cut in. He licked his lips eagerly as he glanced quickly down at the pen in my hand. “I will use my money, an amount equal to your inheritance. At the end of the three month period I will transfer the profits raised to you.”

Jesus! This man had more money than I realised – what if there was no money? I guessed that was a chance I would have to take; at least my inheritance would be safe. I took a deep breath, looked him hard and long in the eyes and then signed the paper.

He took the paper off me and filed it in a locked cabinet. He then took me for a quick tour of his flat which was very expensively furnished. Whilst on the tour he collected the uniform I was to wear and showed me to the bathroom where he closed the door and allowed me to change.

 

[chris2c4u]

I smiled as I saw her sign the paper and carefully filed it before she could change her mind. She was now mine for three months.

The tour of the flat commenced. "Place your hands behind your back, clasp them and walk with me. If you have any questions do not forget to address me as Master."

I showed her the kitchen first telling her she would prepare our dinner in their after she had changed, showing her the various cupboards, utensils and devices she would use. I told her of the occasional party she would cater for; seeing her worried look I said there were no more than six people at any one time and, though she would be pushished for any shortcomings I would take into account her inexperience.

We then moved through to the bedroom where I showed her the small pallet and duvet at the foot of my bed. "You sleep there ready to attend to my requests at any time," I said, watching the look on her face as she realised just what she had let herself in for.

I then indicated a further door. "That room you do not go in until I tell you to. The door is unlocked as it is a test of your curiosity whether you can bear not to know what is in there until I show you. I will of course know whether you have so much as touched the door handle; you can expect no privacy now for anything that you do; I will know everything. Should you succumb and look within the room however your punishment will be most severe. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master," she said quietly her face turning pale, wondering whether to request to be released from the bargain.

I went to the walk-in wardrobe and took down her uniform; it was a parody of a maid's outfit, much to short to do more than come halfway down her bottom and the grotesquely cut cleavage would have her breasts spilling out regularly. I decided to provide her with sensible shoes; the stilletos would wait for places less dangerous than the kitchen.

"This is your first uniform. You will be wearing clothes that I provide from now on. You will not question what I ask you to wear and where we will go when you are wearing them. There may be occasions when you will wear make up, please tell me if you have any allergies and I will ensure that the correct materials are bought. From now until the end of the contract you will not wear any underclothes of any sort, at any time, no matter who is here or where we go. Do I make myself clear?"

I saw her swallow and nod, "yes Master."

"Now, go and get changed; here is the bathroom. I will close the door for your last private moment for 3 months. After lunch we will see about cleaning up your apartment and securing it. Carry on."

As she walked into the bathroom I returned to my office, turning on the screen that was linked to the video cameras throughout the house. I watched as she sat on the closed toilet seat, her head in her hands, wondering what she had done. For long moments I wondered if she might try and back out, however I was pleased to see her finally begin to remove her damp top and bra, then her shoes and jeans. Somewhat reluctantly I thought she removed her panties, unknowingly exposing herself for the first time to my gaze. I was very pleased with what I saw, including the need she had for herpussy to be shaved - pehaps waxed. That would be a pleasant task to help her perform later.

As she struggled into the maid's uniform she tugged it comically, realising how impossible it was to retain any shred of modesty as she saw how exposed she was in the mirror. Her blush extended over her chest, a pleasant deep crimson.

Switching off the screen I walked back to await her arrival from the bathroom; I was feeling peckish - it would be good to see her working in the kitchen.

 

[sandmartin]

“Master!” The word felt ridiculous to my lips, but I suppose I could live with it, humour him so to speak. After all it was only for three months I kept telling myself. “Master.” I muttered the word quietly to myself as I entered the bathroom and hid the small smile.

"Now, go and get changed; here is the bathroom. I will close the door for your last private moment for 3 months. After lunch we will see about cleaning up your apartment and securing it. Carry on." The door closed and I stared at it in complete surprise.
‘My last private moment for three months – what the hell was that supposed to mean!?’

The alarm bell that had been clanging away in the back of my mind suddenly became a deafening roar as the slow dawn of reality crept into my mind. ‘Oh my God!’

I must admit, half of what he had said while showing me around had flown right by me. I was too absorbed by taking in where things lived, his firm rule about not entering the one room. Now, as I stood staring at the closed door things suddenly began to sink in – no underwear without his say so! Who the hell did he think he was? Besides, how would he know?

I held up the dress and looked at it properly for the first time. My heart sank. That’s how he would know. I’d never be able to hide my bra beneath that low cut front. I took my wet things off, folding them neatly before hanging them over the side of his bath. All the time I kept reminding myself of the seven figures he had shown me as I crossly wriggled into the tight fitting dress.

The outfit, such as it was, was obscene. I would have to be so careful in it otherwise I’d be falling out over the top of it! I looked at myself in the mirror – my underpants could be seen! I tried to pull the dress down, but that only caused my boobs to spill. This was impossible to wear, he must know that.

I slipped my briefs off and stood before the mirror again. At least the front concealed me – just. But the back – the bottom of my cheeks could be seen! He must be kidding me! I looked hard at myself in the mirror. It did look kind of sexy, something I might be persuaded to wear for my man in the bedroom, but I wasn’t sure about it in front of a stranger. It suddenly dawned on me that he had never actually introduced himself, and now I was about to enter his kitchen with practically nothing on!

Wearing this outfit I was going to have to be very careful how I moved about in front of him. Steeling my resolve I opened the bathroom door and peeked out. He wasn’t visible and as I made my way through his apartment I kept reminding myself of the money.

 

[chris2c4u]

Standing in the kitchen I waited until she arrived. “Welcome. You look wonderful,” I purred, knowing she certainly didn't think she looked wonderful, exposed for a stranger's eyes. She had beautiful legs, I mused and the tight dress hugged a trim sexy figure that I would be seeing much more of over the next three months. “Come in, come in. How do you like your dress Sandy?” She would have realised I knew her name without any introductions since I knew so much else about her.

“Now I was thinking pasta for dinner? There’s a sauce made for it in the fridge. Please get it out and then reach down the colander and saucepan from the top shelf there,” I indicated with a nod where it was. I watched as she swallowed and opened the fridge door. The sauce was, of course, positioned on the bottom shelf and I enjoyed the sight of the dress riding up her hips for a good view of her behind before she tried to tug it down, knowing I was watching.

She then warily eyed the objects on the shelves, knowing how she would expose herself as she reached for them. I enjoyed her squirming when she reached up as her breasts were squeezed from the top of her dress, making her gasp as she tried to show as little of herself to me as possible. I was treated to a nice view of her behind again as she stretched up. Blushing and confused as to what to do she tried to conceal her near nakedness.

"You're a very modest girl aren't you Sandy? You will learn soon I hope that you cannot afford to be while in my service." As this was her first evening of service I decided that she would be allowed to eat and drink with me before her next experience would begin. After the preparations I plied her with plenty of wine, informing her that one of the perks of the job was good food, good restaurants, fine wines. I further reassured her by telling her that she had done a good job with the food and there was no danger of punishment for that. Suddenly curious I asked, "by the way, have you ever been spanked?"

After we had finished I took some brandy and leaned back in my chair looking at my servant as she pushed back strands of hair behind her ears, sitting uncomfortably, aware how I was looking at her, slowly invading more and more of her soul, taking every hiding place from her.

Leaning forward I placed my hand on her thigh; it was a gentle touch but it made her jump with uncertainty of what would happen. Her flesh felt warm and soft though her muscle was toned as I kneaded it in my fingers, savouring the taste of the brandy. My fingers slid up to the hem of her skirt and I felt her tremble. "There there," I breathed as I lifted the hem to expose her womanhood. I took another sip of brandy.

"What we're going to do now Sandy is to remove those hairs." The tips of my fingers stroked her downy pubic hairs gently and again I felt her shiver. "You are going to trim them for me first, then we will use waxing strips to ensure your pussy is completely nude. We will do this in your bathroom and gather your personal effects. When we return here you will remove your uniform and await my instructions. You will remain naked until I decide what you will wear tomorrow, to greet the plasterer."

 

[sandmartin]

“Welcome. You look wonderful!”
I didn’t feel wonderful – I felt naked and the way he looked at me only reinforced that belief.
“Come on in – how do you like the dress.”
I didn’t like the dress at all, it was too tight, barely fitted and worse still made me look like a tart, which I am anything but. I decided to remain silent and play it safe.
“Now I was thinking pasta for dinner? There’s a sauce made for it in the fridge. Please get it out and then reach down the colander and saucepan from the top shelf there,”

I turned to the fridge, grateful of something to do just so I didn’t have to stand there watching him ogling me. Squatting down so as not to present him with a view of my bare behind, I located the sauce and fished it out, glancing across at him I realised he was staring at me. The hem of my dress had ridden up and exposed my entire leg and bottom of my backside anyway, despite my attempts at modesty.

Pulling the bottom of my dress down and holding it there, I stood up and set the sauce down. My heart sank as I spied the shelf with the colander and saucepan on it. With one hand keeping the bottom of my dress in place, I tried to reach up but couldn’t manage. I also realised that my attempts to remain covered were futile. As I used one had to preserve my modesty, and reached up with the other hand, my hemline rose up high on that side. Throwing caution to the wind I reached up, stretching on tip toe, knowing my dress was riding very high, to snatch down the colander. I blushed deeply as I reached up for the saucepan and took it down.

After that, cooking was easy and he even seemed pleased with my attempt. Of course the secret lay in the sauce and as that had already been prepared I could claim no credit for that. I was relieved to be able to sit at the table and eat, safe in the knowledge that I wasn’t making a spectacle of myself now that my legs were concealed beneath the table.

He complimented me on the meal and then crowned it by asking if I had ever been spanked. I shook my head dumbly, watching him warily, but he didn’t pursue the subject and neither did I. The meal over we sat and talked for a while, or rather he talked and I listened.

The wine flowed easily, maybe a little too easily, but it helped. I guess in the dark recess of my mind I always knew where this would lead. A man such as he didn’t dress a girl like me in such a fashion without having some ideas of where this would head, certainly not without underwear and not have a plan in mind. His hand brushed my exposed thigh; I jumped and sat nervously awaiting his next move.

He slowly massaged my thigh, trying to make it look absent minded as he talked. Then his hand moved slowly up to the hem of my dress, just I suspected it would.
“There, there.” He muttered, lifting the bottom of my dress that I had carefully pushed down between my thighs. I sat ridged as he stared at the gap he had created, my thighs pressed firmly together. A small shiver of shock passed through me as I heard him tell me in a matter-of-fact manner.
"What we're going to do now Sandy is to remove those hairs. You are going to trim them for me first, then we will use waxing strips to ensure your pussy is completely nude. We will do this in your bathroom and gather your personal effects. When we return here you will remove your uniform and await my instructions. You will remain naked until I decide what you will wear tomorrow, to greet the plasterer."

It was probably the worst chat-up line I had heard in my life, and yet I still don’t know why to this day I let him lead me upstairs to my apartment. I like to think it was the wine, but I’m not entirely sure of that. He insisted on my leading the way as we climbed the stairs. I knew it was only so he could peer up at me as I climbed up the steps in front of him.

My greatest concern was that one of the other occupants might appear to witness me dressed like some common tart as we went upstairs. We entered my flat, thankfully without being seen and the cleaning up procedure started all over again. Although there wasn’t much cleaning up to do as most of the water had run down into his apartment below. By the time we had finished, he had had more than his fair opportunity to ogle at me. I stood up and survey my pretty well restored bathroom, while he stood in the doorway looking at me…

 

[chris2c4u]

"Now you're finished in here let's go to your bedroom; it's still rather damp in here and I need you to be comfortable while you're removing your hair." I picked up some small scissors and tweezers from her toiletries and her large fluffy white towel, asking her to take me to her bedroom. I had brought some waxing strips with me in case she didn't use them.

"Sit on the floor Sandy," I ordered, spreading the towel for her, "push the skirt up, spread your legs." I passed her the scissors. "I'd cut the hairs short as you can. Without shaving first I think the wax might sting a bit, especially if the hairs are long." I watched as she blushingly complied, noting how her pussy lips parted a little as she opened her legs. I told her all I could see as I sat back in a rather comfortable armchair to watch her begin work with the scissors. Understandably she drew the process out as she was uncertain of what was going to happen with the waxing but eventually she gave me a sheepish look and laid the scissors aside.

Kneeling between her legs I took one of the strips from the box and carefully applied it to the right side of her pussy covering the remaining stubble of her pubic hair. She was certainly looking apprehensive as, after the right amount of time I pulled the wax off her, making her squeal; the suppression of her swearing was the thing I most enjoyed as she didn't know if she would get into trouble for it.

Next I cleaned up her pubic bone, again pulling the hairs out though this time the wax didn't remove them all and I set to work with the tweezers removing them individually, feeling her wince and suck in air through her teeth as she was slowly made smooth. By now I was very close to her pussy and could smell its fragrance and examine her very closely. After I had finished I leaned in and gave her mound a soft kiss, the tip of my tongue trailing down a little but not into the folds of her sex.

Sitting up I looked into her eyes, saying nothing, looking for her response.

Soon we were ready for the final waxing; I smiled as I saw her screw up her eyes knowing what was to come. Deliberately I waited a few seconds with my fingers pressed against her pussy to tease her before I yanked the wax free and saw her jump in pain.

Carefully I inspected her very closely and gently stroked her naked pussy, revelling in its smoothness and the tiny dampness between her lips. "Now, doesn't that feel better?" I asked. "Come," I said standing, offering her my hand to help her up, "we'll go back to my flat." This time I walked ahead of her, slowly, drawing out the short trip down the stairs into long minutes, knowing how she was dreading every little noise wondering who might come into the hallway and see her looking like a tart falling out of her dress. On reaching my door I asked her for the small bag containing a few possessions she had been allowed to collect from her rooms; it included her key. I then opened my door and went inside, closing Sandy outside.

I heard no sound to indicate she was there but turned on the external camera to watch her standing, hugging herself in shame and fear of passers by. Putting her bag away safely I went to the door after a few minutes and allowed her to scuttle quickly in.

"Remove your dress," I ordered, "then accompany me to the bathroom. You will help me remove my clothes and then get in the shower with me. You will be allowed to wash yourself after you have cleaned me, towelled me dry and brought my robe for me to put on while I watch your ablutions."

 

[sandmartin]

We moved through to my bedroom, my heart racing nervously at the anticipated shaving.
"Sit on the floor Sandy." he told me as he spread the towel on the floor, "Now push your skirt up and spread your legs."

I couldn’t believe he was saying this, it was a though it was the most natural thing in the world to say, like ’Pass the sauce please.’ More than that I couldn’t believe I was actually going along with it. Bright faced I lowered myself down to sit on the towel before coyly raising my dress a little. Not that it made an ounce of difference whether I raised it an inch or over my shoulders as he went and sat in my chair opposite me where he had a completely clear view or me.
"I'd cut the hairs short as you can.” He told me matter-of-factly. “Without shaving first I think the wax might sting a bit, especially if the hairs are long."

Sitting on the floor quietly snipping away at my pubic hair while he watched was pretty humiliating, but nothing compared to the deep crimson that washed up from chest and neck when he started describing to me exactly what he could see!

I drew the whole exercise out way beyond what might have been conceived as reasonable, simply because I knew what was coming next and wasn’t sure how I was going to deal with it. Eventually it appeared that even I ran out of hairs to snip at and so I was forced to set the scissors down.

I watched through hooded eyes, not really wanting to watch but drawn by some morbid inclination to know what was happening as he stood up and picked-up the box of waxing strips. He approached me and stood between my parted ankles. I couldn’t bring myself to look up at him, and so I waited, staring at his knees.

He knelt between my knees and pushed me back on the floor so I lay stretched out before him. Then he moved my legs open wide. There was little left of me that wasn’t on display. I jumped at the touch of him when he first applied the strip, apprehension filling me as I felt him press it firmly into place. And then, like a scolding flame shearing my flesh, he tore the strip away from me.

I screeched and swore as I clutched at my injured pubis. He waited patiently for me to recover, then gently removed my hands to carry on. When he had finished using the waxing strips, he applied himself to the meticulous task of using the tweezers, which made me wince and twist in varying degrees until I suddenly froze, feeling his lips press against the top of my sex. I said nothing, waiting as if made of stone for whatever was to happen next.
"Doesn't that feel better?" He asked, abruptly rising up into view from between my thighs. "Come," He said, standing up and offering me his hand. "We'll return to my flat."

This time I followed and I expected him to suddenly stop and turn on the stairs so he could look up at my nakedness not nearly well enough concealed beneath my dress for comfort. Oddly, he never turned once, but the journey was torturously slow and I expected someone, anyone to appear at any minute and catch me dressed, or rather half-undressed on the stairs.

We stopped at his door and he asked me for my small bag, taking it he entered the door to his apartment and before I could follow I found myself standing before his shuttered door, out in the corridor, with no key to return to my own apartment.

For a fleeting moment I considered knocking on his door, but realised that was precisely want he expected. I also suspected that if I did and he failed to answer that I might attract attention from one of his neighbours in my frustration. So I waited it out in silence, praying nobody would come. Sure enough the door opened and I shot inside, closing the door behind me thankfully.
"Remove your dress."

I stared back at him as if he were insane, realised that protesting would be futile and pulled the hem of my dress straight up over my head so I was standing totally naked before him. At least I had the sense to clutch the dress before me to afford me some dignity.
“You’re to accompany me to the bathroom where you will help remove my clothes, and then get in the shower with me. You will be allowed to wash yourself after you have cleaned me, towelled me dry and brought my robe for me to put on while I watch your ablutions."

We moved to his bathroom, where he stood in the middle of the room and waited for me. Nervously, without daring to meet his gaze, I set about undoing each of the buttons down the front of his shirt before tugging in free from the waist of his trousers. I moved around behind him and slipped it off his shoulders. Meekly I took his shirt to the wash basket and put it inside.

He stood motionless as I, with the greatest of embarrassment, reached to his waist and undid the button of his trousers. My trembling fingers slipped down the zip, over the bulging manhood pressing against his trouser front. Kneeling down, I slipped off his shoes, removed his trousers and pulled off his socks, before placing everything in the washing basket.

I faced him once again. He had just one remaining item of clothing before he would be as naked as I. Nervously I stood behind him and slipped my hands around the waist of his underwear, pulling it forward, clear of what I knew was his erection, and then down, before lowering the back to uncover his tight buttocks. Dropping to my knees behind him, I dragged his underwear down his legs, sneaking a peek up at him to view his testicles hanging between his parted thighs.

He stepped free of his underwear and I placed those two in the wash basket, not before I had managed a private glimpse of his cock standing stiffly out in front of him. I watched as he turned the shower on, waited for the temperature to settle, and then stepped inside before beckoning me to join him.

I soaped him down, being careful to avoid down there, whilst enjoying the feel of his hard masculine buttocks beneath my soapy hands. When it became unavoidable and obvious, I didn’t linger, I quickly soaped his private parts and let the shower hose him down. I dried him off in a similar manner, carefully avoiding his now semi-hard cock until became absolutely unavoidable. Once again I enjoyed the feel of his hard muscular bottom in my hands. His robe was hanging in his room and I left him to fetch it, water still dripping of me from the shower. When I returned, I helped him put it on...

 

[chris2c4u]

I remained rather impassive as I felt Sandy's hands nervously undress me. Of course being with such a beautiful creature was arousing and I wasn't worried about showing her my erection, though I made no comment, knowing already how she had gazed at me as she removed my boxers. There was some desire there I surmised, the way her eyes kept flicking back to my aroused maleness - but desire for what? I would know soon enough when I knew everything about her desires, her fantasies, what was most humiliating for her.

"Come in Sandy," I said when I stood in the shower. Slowly she approached and entered, the water sticking her hair to her neck immediately as she gingerly took soap in her hands and began to wash me, her touch light, nervous. I smiled as she washed my back and ass though, feeling her fingers spending longer there, feeling her sway closer to me in the water, her nipples gently grazing my back as her fingers massaged my shoulders, down to my hips. It's odd how the heat of the water is distinguishable from the heat of another person so close, so intimate, feeling them radiating their warmth against you sensing their presence without looking.

Standing by my side eventually she had to gently soap my cock, her fingers hardly daring to touch even though I was relaxing now, semi-hard, just enjoying the feel of her as she slipped her fingers to caress my scrotum, to wash and let the water run over me.

I turned to her and passed her shampoo, my eyes meeting hers, holding them as she placed some in her palm and uncertainly reached up to massage my scalp, careful to keep the foam away from my eyes, uncertain what would happen if I was stung by it though guessing it might lead to chastisement.

"Master, please will you turn and lean your head back so I might rinse it off?" she said, her voice timid, fearful that I interpret this as an instruction. Slowly I turned and let the foam from the shampoo run down my shoulders and back.

Turning off the shower we emerged and I wiped the water from my eyes to be able to watch her as she ran the towel over my nakedness. Her stroking was firm and thorough; once again I felt her linger over my backside and I smiled that she found it pleasurable. Her hands then ministered to my cock and, ensuring I was dry all over, she asked permission to fetch my robe. I nodded my assent and watched her shake hair out of her eyes and walk off, rivulets of water running down her back, her hips swaying seductively. She returned holding the robe in front of her before placing it on me.

"Well done servant," I commended her. "Now, you may wash yourself while I watch."

I enjoyed the sight of her under the shower, her hands scrubbing at her skin as though trying to remove more dirt than there was, trying to remove her memories of being dressed as a tart and then abused further. Her fingers lingered over her naked pussy, getting used to the feel of its nudity as her shoulders slumped when she realised this was only the beginning of her torments. Her eyes flickered up as she knew I was watching her cleanse her most intimate parts before turning off the shower and emerging to dry herself before me. When she had finished she held the towel around herself, trying to regain some modesty.

Stepping forward I said, "you'd better remove that now or you'll have no privacy for your bodily functions. When you have finished come to me in the bedroom."

Turning I went to the bedroom, where I produced a selection of dildos and vibrators and lay them on the bed beside me and awaited her arrival. When she came she had dried her hair with the blow drier and looked incredibly vulnerable and sexy. I patted the bed next to me, "come and lie down," I purred as I removed my robe and she saw my cock begin to thicken and stand from me and then saw the toys and swallowed, reddening deeply.

I smiled at her nervousness, her uncertainty about what would happen next as she sat on the bed and swung her legs up onto it, keeping them together, lying back but very tense. I surveyed her nudity but didn't touch her. Slowly I moved my lips next to her ear and whispered, "Sandy?"

"Y..yes Master?"

"Now you're going to masturbate for me while I watch you, do you understand? You may use your fingers and any toy that takes your fancy. As you do so you're going to tell me all about your last boyfriend and how you fucked together. Tell me everything you did, how he aroused you, your favourite positions, everything. And you're going to make yourself come for me so I can watch that. Describe what I see to you. Do you understand? At some point I might join in..."

 

[sandmartin]

I watched him open his robe as he lay on the bed, his semi-rigid cock swelling to full arousal – always a fascinating sight for me when the opportunity presented itself. I spied the array of toys on the bed and suspected what he had in mind, or rather half suspected.

He patted the bed beside him, indicating that I should join him. Carefully I climbed on the bed next to him and lay myself out flat along side him.
“Sandy?”
“Yes Master?” I stammered, I still felt silly addressing him as master.
"You're going to masturbate for me while I watch, do you understand?” And there was me thinking he was going to use them on me! “You may use your fingers and any toy that takes your fancy. As you do so you're going to tell me all about your last boyfriend and how you fucked together. Tell me everything you did, how he aroused you, your favourite positions, everything. And you're going to make yourself cum for me so I can watch that. Do you understand? At some point I might join in..."

In situations such as these there is a line that is often crossed, a place where you wouldn’t normally venture. For me the biggest problem lay in determining just where that line lay, or had I already crossed it? For instance I wouldn’t normally wear a maid’s outfit, and I certainly would never have worn it in a public environment.

The authority in his voice seemed to leave me little alternative other than to comply with his wishes, it was almost as though it were someone else following his instructions and not me. Now I was faced with a line that I would never cross; to shamelessly masturbate in front of him, still a relative stranger was bad enough and I balked at the idea, but to talk about my sex life, such as it was, was a no go area.

I stared at him as though he were insane, what brief arousal and stimulation I had experienced from complying with his commands so far evaporated in an instance.

He stared down at me expectantly. Slowly I moved my arm and reached for my breast, teasing my nipple between index and middle finger. At first my nipple refused to respond as I thought about what I should say. I considered telling him I was a virgin, but that was a lie and I wasn’t very good at that, so in the end I elected to ignore the subject and let it go.

Forcing myself to relax and concentrate on my ministrations, my nipple began to respond. My free hand shifted downward nervously. I twisted down on the bed, partly so I could avoid looking into his face as he watched me, and partly so I could better reach my smooth pubis. I quickly discovered that I now had the added bonus of being able to discreetly looking at his throbbing erection standing hard to attention. It was intriguing to see it bobbing in a pulsating manner.

My fingers slipped across the unfamiliar territory of newly naked skin, my middle finger found the dividing folds of skin and followed deeply, seeking out my clit and toying gently with it, teasing it until I felt the warm feeling of waking desire kindle in my stomach. My finger pressed on, forcing me to part my thighs for better access as I gently probed my lightly moist sex.

He shifted off the bed. I felt a hard dildo push against my hand in offering. I took it off him and blushed brightly as he told me to open my legs wide so he could see. Parting my ankles I gave him a good view as he stood at the foot of the bed staring at me. Slowly I pressed the dildo to me and carefully worked it in…

 

[chris2c4u]

On leaving the bed and walking slowly around I watched as Sandy touched herself, avoiding my eyes but taking in my hard phallus when she got the opportunity. Well well, I thought as the only sounds she uttered were soft moans and deep breaths, have we reached a limit here? I smiled to myself as I placed the dildo in her hand.

"Open your legs. Wider. Use that toy inside you. I can see your pussy taking it all in," I said as I watched her hips undulate as the toy was made wet and slick by her juices. "That's right," I murmured, "I can see how excited you are by it; can you feel how wet you've made it? I can see your juices on your fingertips as you play with your clit too. It's very slutty to do this isn't it Sandy? You're a very bad girl aren't you?"

I listened to her whimpers, seeing her excitement mount, her head rolling from side to side, her legs straightening, tensing...before I stopped her on the edge of her climax.

Reaching down I pulled her hands away from her sex. I listened to her ragged breath exhale in a moan, watched her writhe as she was forced to look at me as I held both her wrists and pulled her up a little from the bed.

"You have been very bad Sandy," I whispered, close to her face. "You have deliberately disobeyed a direct instruction." I let her fall back on the bed and for a while remained silent letting her think about what would be the result.

"Turn over, get on all fours and keep that dildo in your pussy, if that falls out you're in more trouble." I barked the order. As she scrambled up into position I pulled a cane from under the bed. Without warning I drew it back and the first thing she knew of it was the swish through the air and the connection that left a bright read weal on her bottom. I heard her cry out and writhe as I carefully measured further strikes to her behind and upper thighs. Stopping after 6 I surveyed her reddened posterior, walking to the head of the bed.

"You do not disobey, do you understand?" I gave her ass two quick slaps with my hand to reinforce my message.

"Now, get that dildo out and get on your pallet. I am going to manacle your hands. If you try to excite yourself in the night I will know about it - and now you know what a light punishment is." I exaggerated for effect; I had thought her first infraction would lead to some light spanking but her deliberate disobedience in such an important area meant I had decided to step up her chastisement.

"In the morning the manacles will open automatically at 7. You will prepare breakfast and wear the clothes I will lay out ready for your day."

Going to the wardrobe I pulled out a top that I knew would hug her breasts; the fact that it revealed her midriff and was almost transparent was also an advantage. I laid out a short red leather mini-skirt next to it and a pair of heels.

"You have a lot to learn. Tomorrow is going to be a difficult day for you Sandy. Just make sure you don't disobey me again."

 

[sandmartin]

My face turned crimson as he told me of what he could see while I moved the dildo in and out of me, desperately fighting to control my breathing so as not to make a complete fool of myself. Suddenly, as I was about to give way to total abandonment, he stopped me.
“You have been very bad Sandy.” He muttered; his face only inches away from mine. “You have deliberately disobeyed a direct instruction."

He let go of my hands and I fell back on the bed, my legs akimbo, dildo still stuck inside me. Almost too afraid to look at him, I waited with baited breath, wondering where this was leading.
"Turn over, on all fours and keep that dildo inside you, if it falls out you're in more trouble." He snapped.

I rolled over, carefully trying to maintain a grip on the dildo so it wouldn’t slip out of my greased sex. I had barely raised myself up onto all fours when a sharp pain exploded across my offered buttocks, causing me shoot forward and land on the bed with a grunt. I wanted to reach back and hold my injured behind, but before I could he ordered me back onto my hands and knees. Five more times he used the cane on me, my backside a raging ball of shearing fire.
“Do not disobey me again, do you understand?" Using his hand he slapped my naked bottom twice in quick succession. "Now, take that dildo out and get onto your pallet. I am going to manacle your hands. If you try to excite yourself in the night I will know about it - and now you know what a light punishment is."

Miserably I climbed off the bed, if this was light punishment God help me if he ever decided to use severe punishment against me.
"In the morning the manacles will open automatically at seven. You will prepare breakfast and wear the clothes I will lay out ready for your day."

I watched him fish out a snug fitting transparent top and a red leather mini skirt. He then produced a pair of high heels, my mouth dropped as I recognised them as a pair of my own. So that’s what he was doing when I wasn’t watching in my apartment. Not that I was overly concerned, at least they would fit me.

Laying myself down on the hard pallet, I watched him lock the manacles to my wrists. Did he really think I was going to try and pleasure myself after that?
"You have a lot to learn. Tomorrow is going to be a difficult day for you Sandy. Just make sure you don't disobey me again."

 

[chris2c4u]

I was awoken by the pleasant sounds and smells emanating from the kitchen. Stretching I rose and pulled on my robe then walked to the kitchen door where I watched Sandy preparing our breakfast. She had left the heels off for now but I decided she was sensible and it wouldn't be punishable. The rest of her outfit was just right for the plans I had for that morning's humiliation.

"Good morning Sandy," I said; she jumped a little at my voice. I smiled at her and told her I was going to have a shave. On returning I sat where she had put out food and drink, telling her to join me on my side of the table where I could touch her as I talked with her about beginning her investment. I ran my hand around her waist as I ate some toast, feeling her soft skin, feeling my body respond to her nearness, her warmth. I let my robe fall open letting her see my erection, knowing her fascination for it.

"Would you like to touch it, Sandy?" I asked, noticing her gaze. You may do so if you wish..." Reaching out with a smile I took a little marmalade from the table and smeared the head of my cock with it. "Oh dear, how messy...I think you'll have to clean it off for me; make everything nice and clean for me. You mustn’t miss a drop – of anything. You know what you have to do? Good. Then I'll explain your duties for the rest of the morning."

 

[sandmartin]

I jumped at the sound of his voice, unaware of his arrival behind me. He disappeared for his shave as I continued frying the bacon and eggs. When he returned he motioned me to sit beside him as he ate, I noticed his robe fall open and couldn’t resist the temptation of sneaking a glimpse down, only to be caught instantly.
"Would you like to touch it, Sandy – you may if you wish..."

I quickly looked away, embarrassed that he had caught me out so easily, that he should then invite me to touch him. Noticing him reach for the marmalade, my gaze followed his hand as he scooped some marmalade from the pot and followed it down to his lap, staring in wide eyed disbelief as he smeared some of it onto the head of his penis.
"Oh dear, how messy...I think you'll have to clean it off for me; make everything nice and clean for me. You mustn’t miss a drop – of anything. You know what you have to do? Then I'll explain your duties for the rest of the morning."

He turned his chair toward me, my face burning brightly. I couldn’t believe this was happening! Slipping off my chair, without looking up to him, I sank to my knees and leaned toward him. Taking him in my mouth as I slowly sucked the marmalade off his engorged member. Feeling his hands clasp the side of my head as he stretched himself out on the chair, moving his hips forward, his legs parting on either side of me.

Using his hands he set the rhythm as I slowly worked his penis in and out of my mouth, feeling it swell to its full length and girth. The pace quickened and I knew exactly when this would end - only with his complete orgasm.

 

[chris2c4u]

I watched her slide from the chair completely embarrassed as she leaned towards my hardness, her mouth caressing the head gently I felt her tongue press against me as she made me grow fully. My hands reached out, fingers twining into her hair as I guided her mouth up and down on my erection - though in truth she needed no guidance; this was something she would enjoy with her boyfriend, I could feel her experience coming to the fore even though she was reluctant to show it, to offer me any little trick of her tongue for my pleasure. She seemed determined to resist in every way she could. She would suck me. She would swallow my cum. But she would do nothing else. I smiled in anticipation at the thought of breaking her spirit as I let myself sink into the pleasure of the moment.

Slowly she took more of me into her mouth until I heard her whimper felt her instinctively pull back to stop her self gagging.
"Yes," I hissed, "use your tongue, yes, like that…aahhhh yes you little slut suck me." I let her move her head up and down now faster on me her hands resting on my thighs. I felt her suckling me, licking my hardness as I panted, grunted until my balls tightened, I bent forward at the waist moaning as my cock began spurting hot semen into her throat almost catching her unawares before she began to swallow my cum.

Slowly, carefully lapping to ensure no trace of semen remained, she lifted her mouth from my now semi-flaccid member, swallowing, her eyes averted from me. I passed her a cup of coffee which she eagerly drank from and told her to sit down again and continue her breakfast as I patted her shapely thigh and thanked her for pleasuring me.

"Now my dear you have an important duty to perform. I will be busy making you your money this morning in my office and the plasterers who I will call soon will be arriving to begin work repairing the damage you caused. They will come; they know me and that I am not to be kept waiting. You are to let them in and explain the situation. However, you will also act the role of the coquette; you will be forward with them; your outfit should see to the first phase of that easily. Make sure they know that you are nude under your skirt. Then you will ensure that he - or they - obtain sexual favours from you. Perhaps your pretty little mouth again. I will even permit it to be just your hand. However, you are to ensure that they leave satisfied. You do not have to have full sex with them if you do not wish to. However, I now know your true nature Sandy so it would not surprise me if you fucked them." I paused, watching her face grow ashen and decided to continue the torment.

"You have pleased me by showing your true nature as a slut, Sandy." I paused then went further, goading her as she ate silently. "You know why you did that to my cock Sandy don't you? Because you want the money. You sucked cock for money Sandy, how does that make you feel? Like the little slut you are? You know what sex for money makes you don't you? What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?"
I awaited her reply as I turned to my own breakfast

 

[sandmartin]

Every word he said hit me like sledge hammer blows while I sat impassively listening to him define my role for the day. ‘You bastard!’ I thought to myself. ‘How can you do this to me?’
“What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?”
I wanted to say something, anything with venom, but words escaped me. “Like a whore.” I answered, getting up from the table and taking my plate to the sink. I suddenly didn’t feel hungry anymore, I felt wretched, sick to the stomach.

Angrily I did the washing-up, when I turned to see if he had finished with his plate I discovered he had gone. My shoulders sagged and tears spilled from my eyes. ‘What had I done? What was I supposed to do?’

After a while I calmed down and as I continued with the washing up I tried to rationalise what I was supposed to do and from there formulate a plan of action. The one great advantage I had was that men are weak to their sex; their radar is constantly tuned to sex. All I needed to do was lead them on a little, and they would do the rest, at least I hoped they would.

Two hours later there was a knock at the door. I stood on the inside trying desperately hard to compose myself. My sweaty hands ran down the front of my short leather skirt, I very much wanted a jacket or something to cover my semi-transparent top – a couple of stiff drinks wouldn’t go amiss either. The door banged harder in front of me. Putting on my best fake sweetest smile, I reached out with a shaking hand and opened the door.

There were two of them! I should have known he wouldn’t be alone – why hadn’t I thought of that? The older man, mid to late forties, stared at me for a moment, briefly taken by surprise, his eyes bounced from my boob’s to my face. His younger accomplice, maybe early twenties, just stood and gawped, his jaw slack as he stared at my boobs, nipples clearly visible through my figure hugging top.
“We’ve come to repair some water damage to a ceiling?” The older man offered.
“That’s right.” I said, trying to sound cheerful and unconcerned. “This way.”

I headed down the passage, having taken no more than two steps I heard a grunt behind me and looked back. The younger man was clutching his side; it appeared that his workmate had nudged him in the ribs to wake him up. Slightly embarrassed (he was embarrassed!!!?) he bent down and picked up his tool bag. I let them follow me through to the kitchen, knowing their eyes were on me every step of the way, and pointed up at the hole in the ceiling. The older man looked up at the hole.
“What happened?”
“The bath above over flowed.” I answered without elaborating.
“Oh! That’s okay.” He replied; glancing back at my boobs as if to confirm it hadn’t been a trick of light. “Wanted to be sure it wasn’t a leaking pipe that needed fixing first.”

I glared at his workmate who hadn’t managed to wrench his eyes off me from the moment he arrived. Catching my fierce look, he quickly looked up at the ceiling, but not for long, his eyes swiftly returned to ogle me in disbelief when he thought I wasn’t looking.
“It shouldn’t take long miss.” His older companion said conversationally. “No more than a couple of hours. Cost about three hundred pounds though!”
“Three hundred – oh!” It sounded like daylight robbery to me for two hours work. “Is that the best you can do?”
“Errm! Well let’s see how it goes shall we?” He replied noncommittally.
“Would you like a coffee?”
“That would be smashing love.” He nudged his dumb-struck friend.
“Err – yes, coffee thanks.”

I wandered across to the kettle and flicked it on before taking three mugs out. In a deliberate act, I walked across to the fridge and opened the door, bending at the waist I felt the back of my skirt ride up slightly. It was enough as I heard the youth grunt with incredulity.
“Milk?” I offered.
“Yes please.” The two men answered in unison.

Retrieving the milk from the fridge I asked them if they required sugar and set about making the coffee while the two men got themselves sorted out. Between them they moved the table out of the way and spread cloths out on the floor as I set their coffee mugs down on the newly located table.

We drank the coffee, making idle, but very friendly chit-chat. The younger man of the two still couldn’t peel his eyes away from my breasts and I came to the conclusion he would be easy prey, his older friend I was less certain about. My biggest problem lay in how I supposed to get them to make the first move, but it was something I really didn’t have to worry about at all as things have away of working themselves out in situations such as these.

The older man sent his mate to fetch a set of stepladders from the van and asked me to fill his bucket with water. I filled it at the big sink, but couldn’t manage to lift it out. He stood beside me and with one hand lifted the bucket out of the sink. His other hand however, ever so innocently, brushed up my thigh, and as he heaved the bucket out of the sink, his free hand rose up the side of the cheek of my buttock, raising my skirt as it travelled.

Under normal circumstances I would have stepped away to avoid the invasion, but as it was I stood still and just looked straight into his eyes. He grinned at me wolfishly before turning away to lug the bucket across the room. The moment passed and I cursed myself for not making more of it.

His friend arrived with the biggest set of stepladders I have ever seen in my life. They took turns at climbing up the ladder and sticking their heads through the hole to have a look, while I stood to one side and wonder how I was going to deal with the situation now, just then the older of the two men invited me to climb the ladder for a look. I knew exactly what the ploy was, but ceasing the moment I climbed the ladder, with both men standing at the bottom holding it steady.

Gratefully I stuck my head into the hole where they wouldn’t be able to see my brightly flushed face. Both sets of eyes I knew would be peering straight up my short skirt to view my bare behind. It twisted around, craning my neck to look around what was for all intense and purposes a black dusty hole that smelt of damp. Feigning interest, I turned around on the ladder, so my bottom rested against the upper most steps. Both men would now be looking straight up the front of my skirt and my totally shaved pubis. Bringing my head out of the hole I couldn’t help but see them ogling up at me.
“See anything you like?” I asked brazenly and with far more confidence than I felt.
“Plenty.” The older man grinned up at me. His younger partner just nodded his head frantically.

I climbed down the ladder facing them, their eyes watching me every step of way.
“Perhaps you’d like to return the favour and take those dirty trousers off so I can have a look.”
“I don’t think the sight would be quite so pretty love.”
“What about you?” I turned to his younger friend. “I wouldn’t want you to strain a muscle or anything, and it looks as though your straining something.” My hand reached the front of his trousers and I gave his hard cock a little squeeze. What was I saying – what was I doing? “Need a hand out of those?”
“Jesus!” He gasped.
“Before you start – I’d like to negotiate a little discount.” I hoped I had been brash enough to not have to go into specifics.

I saw the youth glance hopefully to his boss, who looked back at him quickly.
“Right.” He said. “Give me a hand to get started, then you and the little lady here can go someplace quiet. When you’re done, you can finish up and clear away while she and I settle the account.”
“How much discount?” I pressed.
“Depends on the service love.” He said with a wicked smile.

I took the younger mans hand and led him through to the living room where I quietly closed the door. He stood in the middle of the room looking more nervous than I was – if that was possible. Actually it gave me more confidence.
“Well don’t just stand there, let’s have a look at you.” I said in my most unabashed voice. He paused, uncertain.
“You’re not shy are you?” I walked slowly across the room toward him. My hands reached the front of his jeans as I looked up into his face. I popped the button and slipped the zip down before pulling the front of his trousers open. I pushed the back of his jeans over his bottom and let them slip to the floor to gather at his ankles. His erection was pressing hard against the thin fabric of his boxers as I peeled his top off, the waist band pulling away from the front of him so I could peer down the inside of his shorts to see his hard cock.

I pulled his shorts down, bending at the knees as I shoved them to nestle with his jeans at his ankles. I stared straight at his long thin member pointing straight at me, his balls snuggling tightly between his thighs. I reached out and wrapped my hand around him, giving him two long slow strokes to reveal his head. The small slit all ready glistened with pre-cum as I stared at it.

He gasped, sucking the air in between his teeth as I closed my lips about him. Talk about the impatience of youth – I had just set to work on him when he erupted in my mouth, pumping hot semen in several spurting jets to the back of my throat.

I was amazed that I could have that affect on him, and so quickly. Perhaps it had been his own sexually charged mind, having seen me practically naked that had him all fired up. It might also have been down to the fact that he didn’t get much by way of opportunity. Sitting back on my haunches I had to admit there wasn’t much to him beyond his cock, for he was little more than skin and bone, virtually a cock on two sticks!

He seemed embarrassed by the speed of things. I watched him quickly pull up his trousers and boxers, he muttered something as he wrestled his shirt on and headed for the door, though I didn’t catch what he said.

Leaving the door ajar behind him I waited, barely able to hear the exchange of words in the kitchen. His boss laughed and I guessed he had been honest. They exchanged a few more words and then it went quiet. Moments later his boss appeared in the doorway, he closed it behind him and I invited him to undress in the same manner I had asked his workmate.
“Ladies first.” He beamed back at me.

I peeled my transparent top off and waited, watching him take his shirt off. Where the younger man was all skin and bone, he was total muscle and I marvelled at the sight of him. I unzipped my skirt and let it glide to the floor, my face flushing hotly as he looked at me, thrusting his trousers and underwear down in one fluid movement.

He was not, how shall we shall, blessed. His short stumpy penis stood out firmly, and he had big heavy balls, but compared to the rest of him, he was something of a disappointment. He ordered me to bend over the front of the couch. Kneeling down before it I lay face down across the seat as he positioned himself between my knees.

There was no gentle fondling or slow build up. He prised the cheeks of my bottom apart with his hands, manoeuvred himself into position and then literally rammed himself into me, causing me to gasp with surprise. Then he ruthlessly started pounding into me, gripping my hips as he thrust himself hard in and out of me. Part way through he suddenly and unexpectedly stopped, twisting me over, dragging my leg over his head while he was still inside me.

It felt like he was tearing my leg out of its socket as he split my legs apart, forcing it over his head as I was physically hauled over to lie on my back before him. He resumed banging away at me with renewed vengeance so it felt as though he was determined to hurt me, his course pubic hairs grinding away against my smooth naked flesh and then he tensed…

His thick fingers reached forward and gripped my breasts, sinking in hard, causing me to cry out as he shuddered inside me. His breath, which was locked in his locked his throat, escaped in a long slow blow as his fingers eased their grip. He stood up and dressed while I lay naked, dazed and sore.
“We’ll send the bill on.” He said, leaving the room.

I slowly rose to my feet and pulled my skirt on, feeling his cum oozing out of me to slowly trickle down the inside on my thigh. I felt every inch the whore that he had treated me as and as I pulled my transparent top on, the tears welled again for the second time that day.

 

[chris2c4u]

"Yes, that's right Charlie; I know, Wall Street opens soon so don't forget. No problem Charlie, think of the tip as reward for that little piece of insider information you gave me the other month." I laughed and rang off, hearing the knock at the outer door of the flat as I was completing a transaction. I felt the usual frisson of pleasure as I accumulate wealth, power.

Glancing up at the video monitor I saw Sandy hesitate uncertainly before the second, louder knock. Settling back in the leather of my chair I watched the game begin. Two men! I smiled to myself, perfect! Sipping mineral water I chuckled as I watched her sashay off ahead of them swinging her hips provocatively.
As they surveyed the damage the older man thought of a number and doubled it; I knew him from old and smiled but then was surprised how inventive Sandy was.

"Three hundred? oh! Is that the best you can do?" I laughed out loud at this, she acted as if it were her own money she was trying to save - and knowing how she planned to make that saving made me chuckle again.

"Errm! Well let's see how it goes shall we?" He replied noncommittally.

"Would you like a coffee?"

"Very good Sandy," I murmured; bought yourself some time too. I continued to watch as the older man made a crude advance, his hand sliding up Sandy's thigh. I considered that she was still inexperienced at this behaviour and it came as no surprise that she just stood and made no more of it, though I wondered if she would be able to complete her task.
I had no need to worry, however as I saw her grasp the next opportunity fully, climbing the ladder, exposing herself, turning around and with a husky voice asking them, "see anything you like?"

Her brazen behaviour became more forward now she knew she had them, knew she would be able to avoid my punishment. I smiled as she reached for the young man's crotch making him jump, enjoying seeing her forget herself and act the tart.
I watched closely when she led the young man into the living room, sizing up his inexperience well as she ordered him to expose himself and taking the lead when he stood helpless before her. I laughed at the boy as it took barely more than the touch of her mouth on him to make him climax and watched Sandy’s throat move as she swallowed his seed.

"Poor little boy," I sneered as he left Sandy kneeling in the living room, not having long to wait for the older man, who had ideas of his own unlike his young companion. Sandy complied with his requests, which surprised me as I watched her lie on the couch, naked apart from her heels, waiting to be used. "Well well," I mused to myself as I saw the plasterer begin to thrust into Sandy's pussy. I winced as I saw him twist Sandy over, hearing her cry of pain as her leg was stretched before he continued his rough coupling with her to a climax, a withdrawal and he turned his back on her used and humiliated body.

I returned to my work, occasionally glancing at Sandy as she dressed and then sat and quietly cried for minutes in the living room. I listened to the laughs of the men outside as they gathered up their things and shouted, "call us again any time you need something seeing to love," Their laughter was muted as they let themselves out.

Going out I inspected their work which had been done competently before joining Sandy in the living room. Sitting on the couch she remained hunched over wiping tear streaks from her face. I noticed the cum that had dried on her thigh as I sat beside her. "Now. Tell me everything that happened. Tell it me in the dirtiest way that you can. Tell me how you felt. Look me in the face as you talk dirty to me. I will know if you lie to me."

I sat back and listened, holding her gaze impassively all the time. Leaning forward as she finished I took her hands. "You have done well and you deserve a reward. After some free time - I expect you want a shower after that whorish behaviour - you will prepare a light lunch for me - and yourself if you're able to eat. You will continue to clean the flat. Later on though…" I arose and led her to the bedroom where I took out a beautiful black designer dress; I had known her size almost as soon as she moved in and I was buying suitable clothes waiting to ensnare her. It was provocatively revealing both in its cleavage and low cut back.

"This is for you to wear tonight as you will be my guest for dinner at a rather chic little restaurant. This, too is for you to wear tonight." I walked around her and picked the box up from the dressing table. The diamond necklace sparkled against her skin as I fastened the clasp and led her to a mirror to let her see it. "I hope you like it. It's yours. There is one more thing you’ll wear."

Reaching for another box I pulled out a small vibrator that could be worn under clothing and would stimulate her pussy and clit secretly. "Please put this on after your shower. It's remote controlled; we will try it out here but later I will be using it in the restaurant."

After asking her to hand back the necklace until later I dismissed her and after she left sat on the bed, picking up the phone.

"Yvonne, honey, hi, how are you?" I laughed quietly, conspiratorially. "Of course she agreed and she's doing very well…She's a spirited little thing but I sense a few cracks around the edges…Mmmm…just what I was thinking. Shall we say tomorrow evening?"

 

[sandmartin]

He walked in as I sat consoling myself. Hurriedly I dried my tears in the vain hope he wouldn’t notice, if he did, he made no reference to it as he asked me to tell him all that had taken place in the bluntest of terms. I had no idea that he had witnessed the whole scene on his camera system. Not that it would have made any difference, I still relayed the whole story as it had taken place, fabricating the truth does not come easily to me. However, out of common decency I omitted certain details, which I don’t necessarily regard as a lie, simply an omission.

He seemed satisfied by my account, even pleased. Though he wasn’t to know that I had negotiated a discount on his behalf, I thought that would be a pleasant surprise for him later when the bill arrived. He led me through to the bedroom where he produced the most gorgeous and expensive looking gown I have ever seen. It fit perfectly, almost too perfect to have been something he was holding in his wardrobe for emergency purposes, and too expensive too.

I looked at him questioningly, my eyes becoming wide as I saw him turn to face me with a diamond necklace. My heart quickened as he stepped toward me.
“This is for you to wear tonight.”

Moving my hair aside for him, he placed the heavy necklace around my neck and led me to the mirror. I am not usually vain, but seeing myself in the mirror took my breath – I looked stunning and could see that by grooming my hair and lifting it up off my neck would just finish the effect. Underwear would not be a consideration in such a dress, even if he were to allow it, as the dress followed every curve of me beautifully. A bra was out of the question given the low cut back, and a panty would show easily, even of a thong. Given that I was becoming use to wearing virtually nothing, going without underwear under such a dress would be no hardship.

Turning myself before the mirror, I suddenly caught sight of him opening another box. He handed me a small silver conical shaped tube. The happiness of receiving such gifts was lost as he explained that it was a remotely controlled vibrator which I was to wear inside me when we went out to dinner that night. Following his instructions, I removed the dress and went to shower…

 

[chris2c4u]

I waited for some time, watching Sandy on the video screen walking naked in the flat and taking her shower in a leisurely fashion, though scrubbing away at her skin to erase the memory of what she had done. After she had finished I saw her inspect the vibrator and slide it against her body, testing how it felt to walk around with it in and on her body.

After a few minutes to let her get used to the feel of it against her, in her, I flicked the switch and saw her judder and sit down quickly in the kitchen her hands stroking her thighs. I turned the vibrator up a little and went outside to watch. It was such a pretty sight to see how red she had become when she saw me watching her, naked and struggling against the feelings the little device was creating in her body. For a few moments longer I enjoyed watching her before turning it off and telling her she may remove it for now but not to forget to wear it later.

As the time approached for us to begin to get ready I informed Sandy that she could dress, use make-up and her own perfume if she wished to - and not to forget her new toy. I supplied her with
some more moderate heels than she had worn for her task during the day and retired to put on my dinner jacket. I emerged a little later to ask her, "how are you at tying bow ties? Like to try?"

It was good to be close to her as she helped me and I took my time inspecting her beauty, taking in her fragrance, her warmth standing close by. She had put her dark hair up, just a few wisps
hanging around her face and the dress fitted her perfectly.

Afterwards I gave her the box with the necklace in and thought I saw the trace of a smile on her lips as she went to the nearest mirror. Standing close behind her I watched as the diamonds fractured the light into a rainbow against her honey gold skin. In the mirror I met her eyes for a moment before bending to kiss her
neck and shoulder gently, running my hands down her sides feeling the beautiful curve of hips and waist. Meeting her eyes again in the mirror I whispered, "allow me to introduce myself. I am Xaviour. Tonight you are my companion, you may speak freely, you need not address me as Master. You will not be punished for any of the things you say or ask while we are at the restaurant."

I stroked her cheek gently as I moved around her, smiling. "Of course, some things still have to be done," I slid my hand down the front of her dress and patted her gently where she had placed the vibrator, "but I'm sure you'll enjoy that and the great self-control you'll have to show."

After checking with her that the breeze wouldn't spoil her beautiful hair, I put down the roof of the convertible before we set off in the summer evening warmth for the drive to the restaurant, wondering if she would want to talk on the way.

Inside, the restaurant was busy but not over-full and our secluded table was ready for us. I knew the waiter, of course and we made small talk in the few intervals he could pull his eyes away from Sandy before leaving us to ponder the menu. I asked if she didn't mind my ordering wine as there were two bottles I really wanted to try; A Trimbach Alsace Riesling, 98 and a special Comte Georges de Vogüé Chambolle-Musigny, 1996. I informed her that, undersdtandably, we would be returning to the flat by cab and that tomorrow she would have a special task in picking up the car and brining it back.

After ordering Scallop crudo with black cherries to begin and Seared McDuff beef carpaccio for myself I noticed someone wave from across the room. I whispered across to Sandy, "A financier, they won't stay, I'll just spend a few moments with them." Standing I greeted Walt and Zoe, his wife who commanded "us men" to go away and talk money while she comandeered Sandy for a few moments, sitting down and complimenting her on the dress and the necklace. As I walked away, patting Walt on the back, I switched on the vibrator, turning it up a little as our discussion became intriguing. In a few more minutes the waiter informed me that our first course would be ready momentarily and would I like to taste the wine?

Sitting down I reached for Sandy's hand, "you do look flushed, is anything wrong? Why don't you take a moment to stand outside in the street while I make some adjustments to the eqiupment. Come back in when you feel - better - and we'll have a nice quiet meal."

 

[sandmartin]

I thought about his promise of no retribution and wondered if I should put this to the test. I certainly did not want to go and stand out on the street for every lecherous man in town to ogle at me.
“I’ll be fine thank you.” I answered, then looked at him pointedly. “It would be much more comfortable if the volume were turned down or off even.”
“Down dear?” Zoe enquired. “Is it really that loud?” She looked about her to see if any of the other patrons seemed to think the chamber music was a little loud.

Xaviour knew exactly what I was talking about, though he feigned confusion as he too looked about the restaurant. I felt like kicking him hard on the shin under the table. The damn vibrator was trying me mad, to the point where I was seriously considering going to the ladies room to remove it. What also concerned me was the fact that a stain might appear on the lovely dress I was sitting on…

 

[chris2c4u]

I smiled across the table at the venom in her voice, her stance and had a few more words with Walt before reaching in my pocket and turning the controls to off. It had to happen of course, Walt and Zoe managed to invite themselves to join us, however it gave me a chance to watch Sandy as a normal person. She was articulate and bright as she conversed with them, even flirting a little with Walt and managing to get Zoe to laugh along with her. The chance for humiliation that evening had almost gone though I did consider the possibility of the cab ride home and what the driver might see.

The evening drew to a close and we - somewhat unsteadily due to excellent wine and Walt being a connoisseur of brandy - fell into a cab. Looking at Sandy as she gazed out of the window I noticed her flush of pleasure at the evening. Reaching out a hand I lightly placed it on her thigh, feeling her tense, wondering what I was going to do. Normally this would have been a great thrill for me; perhaps I would have started gathering up the hem of her dress, exposing her, telling her to spread her legs. But my hand just rested there, wanting to feel her skin but not wanting to embarrass her.

In the street before we entered the foyer to the flats I turned to Sandy and ran my hands over her hips. Slurring a little I told her she looked beautiful that evening and I kissed her soft lips, wondering if there was any response there from her. Taking her hand I led to way upstairs and once in the flat held her again in my arms. Almost - it was so close to being a disaster for my control - almost I said "please will you..." but managed to bite the words off and just said simply, "you will sleep in my bed tonight." After watching her in the bathroom and preparing for bed myself I left her and went to lie down, awaiting her.

When she joined me she walked slowly across the room, naked. Surely thatsway of the hips was meant to entice me? She must have been aware of her power over me this evening, power that she could see as she aroused me. She sat on the bed full of feline grace, curling her legs under her and then stretching out, lying on her side as she faced me.

I lay with her, stroking her face, her shoulders, her side, moving closer to kiss her, my hands gently brushing the side of her breast as I kissed deeper; then sat back. "I will hold you as we sleep," I murmured, closing my eyes, running my calf up over her thigh.

Morning.
On the pillow beside Sandy was a note I had written as she slept.

Last night was very pleasant, I hope you enjoyed it; I was pleased to see you converse so well with my friends. Of course, I know your true nature is very different from this and that you are sluttish and that you crave cock, therefore I have a special task for you while I am away on business this morning. There will be a visit from a rather special colleague of mine by the name of Vernon. When I have a young lady here to stay he often comes around to inspect her, use her; in what ways I am not sure as, of course, it is in private. He is rather overweight and carries a bag with him which, he has hinted to me, contains things that he uses in these sessions. You are to wear the clothes on the bed as he also has interests in leather on women.

You will ensure that he is well pleased. Though he doesn't go into details with me about his experiences very often he is certainly expressive about whether he is satisfied or not. You will find this in your best interests also as he is pivotal to the success of your investments over the coming months. If he doesn't like you you stand to lose a great deal of money.
I will be back by early afternoon. You will then be prepared for another job.
X

 

[sandmartin]

He was drunk! And when he told me I was to share his bed I decided his intentions were all too obvious. I had known all evening from the way he watched me, the way he paid attention to me, that he desired me in the most carnal sense of the word. I also felt that as he got drunker, I was starting to see more of the real him, that I was somehow penetrating the armour of his pretentious front. Somewhere deep down inside there was a real caring person.

I undressed in the bathroom, trying to pretend that I hadn’t noticed him lying on the bed watching me. I lay on the bed and waited his advance, knowing with a certainty that he would make love to me. My only fear was that in his drunken state he might start something he wouldn’t be able to finish.

He touched me, and I lay back, sinking into the sensuality of his touch, feeling the embers of passion slowly being kindled. The worst of it was his drunken breath, but I found that by turning my head slightly, I couldn’t smell it. Then he wrapped his arms around me and fell asleep. I could have slapped him – in fact I think I might have were he anyone else!

The following morning I awoke to find him gone, which surprised me, and I lay listening for any sound that might indicate his presence in the apartment before slowly drifting back to sleep. It wasn’t until I woke properly an hour or so later that I found his note. As I read it the anger rose within me to boiling point.

Yes I had enjoyed the previous evening. I thought he had been charming and had acted like a perfect gentleman, apart from the vibrator and being slightly disappointed that he had drifted off to sleep. His friends had been pleasant and as I am more than capable of holding my own in a conversation, I hadn’t been daunted by them. But his next sentence really infuriated me – how dare he suggest that I was a cock hungry slut!

I went to shower to dampen my anger and dress in the clothes he had left for me to wear when his ‘friend’ arrived…