Maiden Maid-Chapter 2

{ASSM} Maiden Maid {Powerone} M+F, nc, anal, reluc, humil, oral. Copyright by Powerone, 2002.

The author may be contacted at controlher@hotmail.com
This is the story of orphans that become of age in 1933 and what they are forced to do to survive the Great Depression.

Maiden Maid-Chapter 2

Sarah was so excited the next day. She had spent most of the night, awake, first saying goodbye to her friends, then the rest of the night thinking about her future. At first she was scared of the future, she would no longer have the security of the orphanage to fall back on. But the more she thought about it, the more confident that her life was in her hands and she would do anything to make sure that she did not end up again falling back on others to support her. Mr. Smith had given the opportunity of a lifetime, a chance to live in a lifestyle that she could only imagine. All she had to do was make sure that she did what “Master Michael” required. It had seemed strange that she would be required to call him Master, but this seemed like such a petty thing compared to the opportunity he was providing. Sarah had her meager belonging packed and was waiting at the door when the chauffeur arrived. The car, a long, black luxury vehicle, astounded her. She did not know much about automobiles, especially very expensive ones, but this one was luxurious. Her face beamed as she got into the car, the chauffeur holding the door open for her, her new life beginning.

John smiled as he opened the door for Sarah. As she bent over to get into the vehicle he watched her ass push back towards him, straining against the skirt she worn. He knew of Michael’s fascination with women and his jaded tastes and those of his friends. He often had to bring women home late at night after a night of partying with Michael and his friends. They were usually well spent, having sexually serviced all of them, often numerous times. Many times they were forced, but money seems to be able to buy anything nowadays, even the virginity of a girl. This was the second time that Michael had hired a full-time maid, the first only lasting a week. Previously Michael used part-time maids that went home at night. They were usually older, mature women, their talents in the care of a home. Sarah was going to be different. He had overheard Michael telling his friends of his plan to hire a maid and turn her into his own personal sex slave. They had all laughed making Michael promise that they too would have the chance to sample the maid’s wares. John felt his cock harden, hoping that he too would be able to partake of the pleasures that Sarah had to offer. He felt a little sorry for Sarah, but then thought, she can make her own decision. She can either have her pride or take the money and give Michael what he wanted. It wouldn’t be such a bad life.

Michael was waiting at the door when Sarah arrived, the picture of a perfect employer. “Follow me and I will show you your room.” They walked up the massive stairs in the front hallway until they reached the second floor. “All of the bedrooms except for one is on this floor. The other bedroom is downstairs next to my study. I sometimes use it if I am working late and do not want to go upstairs. Your room is at the end of the hall.” Michael opened the door at the end of the hall. “My room is next door, the other rooms on each side of yours, are for guests. I often entertain and my guests frequently spend the night.”

Sarah had never seen such a gorgeous room, it being almost as big as one of the dormitories at the orphanage. At one end stood an enormous four poster bed. The posts all about three inches in diameter at there largest part, but tapered down and then spread back out again at numerous points on the post. At the top were large, pineapple shaped carvings with many ridges. A padded bench was at the end of the bed, legs thick like the posts on the bed. In the corner stood an enormous armoire, a dark mahogany that matched the rest of the furniture in the room. Next to it stood a large overstuffed chair and ottoman, looking out of place in the room. On the other side of the room was a door that opened to the bathroom, but the bedroom had a strange feature. The bathtub, a large claw foot metal tub sat in the room across from the chair, not in the bathroom. Sarah thought that odd, but having only lived in orphanages, her experience, especially with the rich, was limited to what she had read.

Michael pointed to the many mirrors in the room, almost all of the walls having at least one large mirror on it and then pointing to the ceiling, over the bed and the bathtub, large mirrors on the ceiling. “This was my mothers room before her death. She was a very beautiful woman, although somewhat vain. She loved to see her reflection. I leave this room this way to remember her. I hope you don’t mind and will get used to being able to see yourself at all times.”

Sarah looked around, seeing her reflection on all of the walls. It would take a while to get used to it, making her a little self-conscious. She did not think of herself as attractive, feeling plainer than anything else. Orphanage life was not a big self-confident builder, it was more you tried to make yourself invisible. “Yes, that is OK,” she said, quickly adding, “Master Michael.”

“I have furnished your armoire with suitable clothing for you. You are only to wear clothes that I supply and you are not to alter them in any manner. I have an image that I have to project and as my employee, you must always project that image that I want you to portray. This is non-negotiable. If you cannot abide by my rules, you are free to go at anytime.” Michael opened the armoire, a row of neatly hung skirts and blouses filled one side. Shoes were on the bottom shelf, many of them with very high heels. Michael pulled out two of the drawers. “You have lingerie in here. I require you to wear silk undergarments and silk stockings. In here are nightclothes, silk negligees and silk robes.”

Sarah had never seen such beautiful clothes. She was always worn sack like dresses, often made of very rough material. “Yes, sir, I will do as you wish, they are so beautiful.”

“I want you to get dressed and be downstairs in 30 minutes. I will give you the rules of the house and your duties. I expect you to be on time at all times. And I expect absolute obedience from all of my help.” Michael walked out of the room, closing the door as he left.

Sarah put her bag down in the corner. I wouldn’t need those anymore. She went into the closet and pulled out a white blouse and black skirt. In the drawer she found a white, silk camisole with a pair of matching panties. They had two lace bows on each side to hold them up. She took out a pair of silk stockings, brown with a dark brown seam up the back. A garter belt would hold them up. A pair of black high heels, not the highest one in the closet, but they were higher then she was used to.

Sarah removed her clothes and threw them into her bag. I’ll throw them all away tomorrow, she thought. She looked at the wall and saw her reflection. She could see her red hair outlining her pale body. She looked so thin, especially with her small breasts. The dark brown areolas contrasted with her pale skin. Her red bush stood out prominently, drawing attention to between her legs. She pulled on the panties, tying the lace on the sides. They were a perfect fit. The camisole was next. She slipped it over her head and as it shimmered down over her breasts her nipples instantly hardened. She put on the garter belt and picked up the silk stockings. She had never felt anything so soft. She sat in the chair and put them on, drawing them up her legs. She looked in the mirror again. It shocked her, her looks. She actually looked very sexy. The lingerie clung to her body, her nipples pointed, her legs accented by the stockings. She put on the blouse, buttoning i
t up, covering her hard nipples. The skirt came next.
It was a harder fit, it clung tightly to her hips and ass. She put her feet into the high heels, balancing precariously for a second until getting used to them. Again she looked into the mirrors. She could not believe what she saw. No longer the orphan, now a very sexy looking women.

Sarah had to walk slowly down to the study, the high heels being new to her. It took a little bit to get used to them, but by time she reached Michael’s study she had gained her confidence. She was just a little worried about the some of the other high heels. She saw one pair that was at least four inches high, straps needed to keep them on the feet. This pair was only two-inch heels. She stood outside the room for a minute to straighten her clothes and prepare herself. I have to make this work, no matter what. I am not going to end up on the street, unable to take care of myself, begging for any chance to eat, she thought. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

“Come in, Sarah,” Michael’s voice answering. She entered the room, a large study, almost a library. There was a large mahogany desk on one side, it being bigger then some of the dinner tables at the orphanage. Behind it was a high back leather chair. Near the fireplace stood four upholstered chairs in a small semicircle around the hearth. A roaring fire was going in it, the outside air turning suddenly cold. Along one wall was the bookcase. It was more then a bookcase, it was a wall of books, from floor to ceiling, and the ceilings were high. Two ladders, both on wheels, were attached to it, allowing anyone to reach books on all shelves. Michael sat in one of the chairs, looking over at the door as she walked in. She saw the smile on his face, looking pleased at her appearance.

“Come over here and let me look at you,” motioning her over to the fireplace. Michael watched as she walked over to him, the tight skirt fitting snuggly over her hips, a slight sway as she walked, the high heels making her seem taller then she was. He could imagine those legs with the four-inch heels on, especially in only her stockings and garter belt. Soon, he thought, soon she would perform for him. He was pleased with the silk blouse. While her tits were not big, he could see that her nipples were. They were already poking out her blouse, the silk material having that effect on women. “Turn around, yes, stop.” He saw her ass, the skirt pulled tightly over her cheeks. Michael was an ass man, there was nothing better then a nice ass on a female. He made her stand there, her back to him.

Sarah watched Michael’s eyes as she walked over to the fireplace. She feared what she saw. It looked like he was undressing her. No, it is just your imagination, everything is going to be all right, she thought, calm down, you got to make this work. She saw him look her up and down. She heard his command to turn around, she complied. He just wants to see if the clothes fit, she thought. It felt strange, even though she could not see Michael, she could feel her gaze. She felt uncomfortable as she stood their, long minutes clicking slowly. Finally she heard his command to turn around. She faced him again, her face flushed, embarrassed to be put on display.

“The clothes fit you good, Sarah. I expect you to look this good everyday. I will leave you a list of clothes to wear each day. I expect you to follow the list without exception. I will not tolerate insubordination. The first time you fail to comply with any of my wishes is the day your employment with me ends. There are a very many young ladies that would jump at the chance to have your position, many of them more attractive then you. Do you understand the terms of your employment, Sarah?”

“Yes,” she stammered. He was right, she was not very attractive, more of an average girl. With his wealth, he could have just about any woman. She did not want to displease him, “yes, sir”.

“There are some rules to your position. First is that this is my home. Just because you are here and you happen to be a female, this is still my home. I will enjoy it the way I see fit. I have many friends, men and women. Very often we have parties which you will be present to serve us. You may see things that you do not understand or approve of. This is not your place to approve or disapprove. Your place is to serve us. If I see any appearance of disapproval or shock, your employment will be terminated. While I am here alone, you may find my dress very casual and in some cases you might see me nude. You will have to get used to that fact.” Michael watched for any sign of disapproval. He did not see any so he proceeded.

“I run a very strict household. All of my employees are expected to perform at an exceptional level. I do not allow slackers. While mistakes may happen, they will not be tolerated. If you make a mistake or displease me, you will have the option of terminating your employment or submit to a punishment that I deem fit for the offense. I find that this is the only way that employees remember not to do it again.” He saw a faint flicker of fear in her eyes when he mentioned punishment. She did not know what his punishment would consist of and he liked that. He would find many times when she would displease and would have to be punished. He couldn’t wait until he could spank that lovely ass of hers.

“You will be available to me 7 days a week, 24 hours a day. I will give you time off when I see fit. At times, you may accompany me when I vacation as a servant. You will find that employment here has its benefits. I am not very demanding, many times I will not even be home during the days. You will have sufficient time when you are not working. My library is quite extensive and you may wish to do some reading and broaden your horizons.” He had many books including a very extensive library of books regarding sex, especially the more perverted varieties. He would make sure that she read many of them. He wanted her knowledgeable when he was training her for his and his friend’s pleasure.

“You must obey all of the commands of my friends. I entertain often and I expect you to treat them like you would treat me. Any infractions will bring about a suitable punishment.” He watched for any reaction. His friends were also excited about the opportunity to have their way with this gorgeous redhead. They would love that red pussy bush.

Sarah watched as Michael related the rules. It would not be so bad. She was a very excellent worker, so she did not expect to make any mistakes, so therefore she would not expect to be punished. Even if she did, what would he do, dock her pay? She could live with that. She was a little worried about seeing him naked. She had never seen a male naked before except for some of the medical pictures that the older girls always passed down to the younger ones. But she could see his point, this was his home and she would have to take the situations as they arose. “Yes, Master Michael. I will follow your rules. You will find that I am an excellent worker and I will obey your commands.” She smiled, Michael smiling back at her.

“Now, you will be responsible for cleaning my room, the library and your own room. Part-time help will clean the rest of the house. Meals will be provided and cooked by kitchen staff. They go home, along with the rest of the staff by 7:00 PM unless I am having a party. You will have free reign of the house and the kitchen and you may make yourself comfortable when you are not serving me. Before I retire for the night, I like to take a bath. You will get my bath ready for me at 9:00 every night unless I tell you otherwise. That is the only daily ritual that I have. I have a bell in your room, connected to all of the rooms. If you hear the bell, you must come immediately. This is very important. Your job is to serve me and I expect your undivided attention.”

Sarah nodded, “yes, Master Michael. That will not be a problem
. I am a light sleeper. I will take care of you go
od, sir.”

Yes, you will take care of me good, Sarah, you will give me everything I want including your virginity, Michael chuckled to himself. “You may go now. John will give you a tour of the house and show you where everything is,” his hand waving her off. Michael watched Sarah as she left the room, her ass swinging sensuously, the high heels accenting her legs. His cock was hard.

John was waiting outside the study as Sarah left. “How did everything go?”

“Fine. Can I speak to you frankly, John?”

“Of course, Sarah, you may tell me anything, I will not reveal it to anyone.”

“The conversation was a little strange. He talked about punishing me if I did anything wrong. Then me mentioned that I might see strange things when he parties with his friends. Is there anything I should worry about, John?”

“Sarah, I will give you the truth. Michael is very rich and very eccentric. Most rich people are. They can and do anything they want and we, the poor, have only one choice. We can either go along with them and reap the benefits or we can go back to the rest of the truly poor, on the streets. I personally chose the first. I had many friends that are on the street, unable to feed themselves, much less their family. I do not want to be like them. Michael had hired one girl only last month for your job. She only lasted for a week. Michael caught her making too many mistakes and he was going to punish her. He wanted to spank her. She thought that this was too much for her to stand and she left. Last I heard about her, she is living on the streets. She will not survive very long on the streets. She was an orphan like you and had no skills that would allow her to survive. She will probably end up being a prostitute on the street, directed by some pimp. You look like a smart girl, Sarah. I suggest you think long and hard before you decide to disobey Michael. This is your one and only chance in this world. Don’t screw it up.”

“He wanted to spank her! I don’t know, John. Isn’t that a little strange, its not like I’m a little girl.” Sarah looked at John, a puzzled look on her face, what would I do if he wanted to do that to me?

“Rich people are a little strange. Just think about doing whatever is necessary to survive. The economy will get better any day now. Just try to survive until then. I hope you decide to stay around. I like you.” John looked at Sarah and I would love to fuck that red haired pussy as soon as Michael breaks you in, he thought to himself, his cock hardening with the thought of being on top of her, her legs spread, his cock pushing deep into the tight, teenage pussy.

“Yes, your right. I need to do whatever to keep this job. And I like you too John, I think we will become good friends.”

“Good girl, now let me show you the rest of the house and your duties.” For the rest of the day, John showed every nook and cranny of the house to Sarah. He could never keep his eyes off that delectable body. “It is almost time for me to leave, I don’t stay her like you do. Michael will be having his dinner. I will see you tomorrow. Good luck on your first night.” John left Sarah, smiling. What will Michael do to her tonight?

Sarah ate her dinner in the kitchen, while Michael had his dinner in the study. The food was the best she ever tasted, steak and potatoes. She had never even had steak before. Food at the orphanage rarely had meat, never mind steak. She finished and cleaned up her dishes and went to her room. At 8:45 she went to Michael’s bedroom. She knocked on the door. No answer, so she went in. She went to his bathroom, a room almost of the size of her bedroom. She began filling the large bathtub with hot water. Seeing bath suds next to the tub, she put in a small quantity and watched as it filled the tub. She was bending over the tub watching the water fill when she felt a presence behind her. “You startled me,” Sarah said, seeing Michael in the door, watching her. “How long have you been there?”

“Not long, in this house, you do not have to knock on the door before entering. It wastes a lot of precious time. There is only the two of us here most of the time, so it obviously the other. I am not big on privacy, this is my home and you have the privilege of sharing it with me, but it is still my home, I will go anywhere I please, that includes the room you are living in. If you notice, none of the doors have locks except for the outside doors. Do you understand, Sarah?

“Yes, Master Michael,” standing as she turned off the water.

“I will be finished my bath in a hour. I want you to come down here then and clean up my bathroom. Then I want you in my study. I want you wearing her nightclothes, I have laid them out on the bed for you. Be prompt.” Michael watched for any change of expression or disapproval, but saw none.

“I can wait to change after I clean your bathroom, sir,” hoping to avoid him seeing her in her nightclothes.

“That was not a question, Sarah, that was an order. Are you already being insolent?” Michael’s voice rose, wanting to throw a little fear in Sarah.

“No, Master Michael, I’m sorry, I will do exactly as you say. I will not question your orders again, sir,” Sarah stammered off quickly. Don’t screw up, Sarah, she thought, you just got here, don’t get him mad and throw you out on the street.

“You may leave now,” he snapped. As she was walking out, she could see out of the corner of her eyes that he was already beginning to undress. She hurried, not wanting to see him naked.

She went back to her bedroom, her nightclothes spread out on the bed. There were only two garments, a satin black negligee and a matching black wrap. It was made of the same material as the negligee, an almost transparent garment, this was meant not to cover, but to entice. On the floor was a pair of black slippers, but they had three inch heels on them.

Sarah took off her clothes and hung them neatly in the armoire. She took her lingerie and stockings and soaked them in the sink while she got dressed. Should I put on lingerie, she thought. No, he told me only to put on what he had laid out for her. She let the negligee slip over her head and down her body. The material rubbed against her nipples, the delicate morsels again turning hard from the fabric. She put her feet into the slippers and slipped the wrap over her shoulders, tying it at the neck with the lace bow. Another bow at her waist was the only other tie. She looked in the mirrors, her reflection shooting back at her. Her red hair contrasted with the black nightclothes. She could almost see through the material. Her legs stood up high on the heel, the muscles of her legs standing out. She looked at the clock on the table. Almost 10:00, I must get this over with. It’s not going to be so bad. He just wants to see if my clothes fit, then it will be time for bed.

Sarah entered the library, this time without knocking on the door. Michael was seated in the chair in front of the fireplace, in his robe and slippers.

“Over here, stand in front of the fire, wouldn’t want you getting cold.” Michael watched as she walked toward him. She looked gorgeous in the negligee and wrap, her long legs accented by the three-inch heels on her feet. “Face me, hands at your sides, yes, that is good.” He watched as she turned and faced him, placing her hands at her sides. “The clothes fit very good, Sarah. Turn around and stop when you back is to me. Stop, yes, hold it there.”

Sarah moved as Michael directed her. It almost felt natural, not awkward, to obey his commands. She did not hesitate, turning, her back to him. Again, she could feel his gaze on her even with her back to him. She stayed in position, long minutes passing with no further commands. She shuffled on her feet, growing impatient.

“Turn facing me again, Sarah. Now, remove the wrap, I want to se
e the negligee.” Michael watched, as Sarah’s face became flush. He liked that, he liked to hu
miliate them. “I wouldn’t tell you again,” his voice rising in tone.

Sarah snapped back into reality and began to unloosen the tie on the wrap. She was stunned when he told her to take off the wrap. She did not expect that, having to show her body. She began to hesitate when Michael’s voice gave her no choice. Either obey or leave. She pushed the wrap off her shoulders and let it fall to the chair beside Michael. She stood in her negligee, the top low cut, the material almost transparent. Her breasts being small did not show much, but her nipples were hard and erect, poking out of the material.

“You are doing a very good job, Sarah. Every night you will come down to my study after my bath and you will perform this ritual. Do you understand, Sarah?”

“Yes, Sir,” she responded. She stood as he watched her, his gaze going up and down her body, from her hard nipples down her legs to her three-inch heels. She felt uncomfortable, standing half-naked in front of him.

“Turn around again and move closer to the fire.” He watched as she turned around and moved forward. “That’s good, hands at your sides. Spread you legs open more. More, spread them wider.”

Sarah cringed when she heard his command. He wanted her to spread her legs. She knew that he could see her silhouette through her negligee, the roaring fire sharply contrasting her body. With her legs spread, she seemed more naked. “Yes, Sir,” her legs moving wider, now over three feet.

“Don’t move or turn around until I tell you to,” he ordered her.

Sarah could hear the rustle of his robe and then heard a sound like someone rubbing something. This went on for over five minutes, her legs beginning to ache from the spread. She heard Michael gasp and then the only noise was Michael’s labored breathing.

Another rustle and then she heard, “you may go to bed now. You did very well. I will see you in the morning.”

Sarah grabbed her wrap and almost ran out of the room, rushing to get into the safe confines of her room. She hung up her robe and got directly into bed, bringing the covers up to her neck, hiding beneath them. She closed her eyes, reflecting on what happened. It felt strange for her to stand there, in her negligee while he looked at her. She felt humiliated, forced to do this because she was poor, but she also felt some thrill in having to submit to such a powerful man. As she thought, her hand strayed down to her pussy and she began to rub her pussy. She was surprised, her pussy was already wet. She thought of being forced to stand naked in front of him and display her body to him, her legs spread, her pussy opening. She rubbed harder until she began to cum, trapping her fingers between her tightly clamped legs.

Morning came and Sarah put the whole incidence out of her mind. I will have to do it again tonight, but I know what will happen. It will not be bad. During the day, Sarah ran into Michael often, almost like he was trying to run into her. He would get near her and sometimes he would brush up against her or run his hand over her back or shoulders. All of it very innocent. Nighttime came and Sarah went to the study again after Michael’s bath and stood in the light of the fireplace, wrap on the chair, legs spread while Michael rustled behind her. This went on for the next two days, the evening never changing until tonight. Sarah was running Michael’s bath when he entered. “Good evening sir,” she said, smiling as she tested the water.

“Good evening, Sarah. Tonight I want you to stay while I take my bath. I want you to start washing my back.”

Sarah looked at him, surprised at the request. She saw the look in his eyes and she knew that he would not be denied. “Yes, sir, that would be a pleasure,” she responded, a certain nervousness in her voice.

When the bath was filled, Sarah stepped back and started to turn around so Michael could undress.

“That will not be necessary, Sarah. I am not a modest man and the longer you stay, the more you will see anyway, so you might as well get your initial uncomfortableness out of the way.” He watched as she turned back and he began to undress. When he pulled off his pants, her eyes looked directly at his, not lowering them at all. He lowered his shorts and got into the bed. “Just the right temperature, Sarah, you are learning to please me,” he complimented her. He got into the tub and lowered himself.

Sarah nervously moved towards him, grabbing the washcloth and the soap.

“Take off your blouse, I do not want to get it wet,” he ordered her, looking into her eyes, looking for any sign of defiance.

Sarah’s hands moved slowly to the buttons, opening them slowly, lower, down until the last one at her waist was unbuttoned. She looked up and saw him looking at the camisole, watching as her nipples pushed out on the silky fabric. She blushed, but continued to take the blouse off her shoulders and laying it on the chair near her. She moved back towards Michael wanting to get it over with.

Michael bent forward so she could wash his back, watching as she bent over to apply the washcloth to his back. He briefly caught a glimpse of a naked tit and nipple down the front of the camisole before she moved behind him. His cock hardened as her hands slowly began to caress his back. “Yes, that is good, you are doing a good job, Sarah, continue.”

Sarah continued to rub his back until she was ordered to stop.

“You may go now, be in my study in 30 minutes,” Michael ordered her, watching as she almost ran from the room. Just a little more and she will be washing my cock, he thought, rubbing his cock as he imagined Sarah’s small hands wrapped around his hard cock, rubbing it up and down. Soon, Sarah, soon you will be masturbating my cock every night. Then its only a few more steps until you will be down on your knees in the study, your sweet, virgin mouth wrapped around my cock. He pumped his cock until he came, filling the bathtub with his cum. Soon, it will be in your mouth, Sarah.

(To be Continued)

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  1. almost_perfect says:

    when does part three come out i have been waiting

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