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I hope you decide to stay around. I need to do whatever to keep this job. And I like you too John, I think we will become good friends. He could never keep his eyes off that delectable body. Michael will be having his dinner. I will see you tomorrow. Good luck on your first night. What will Michael do to her tonight?

Maiden Maid-Chapter 2

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. 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. It wastes a lot of precious time. There is only the two of us here most of the time, so it obviously the other.

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I am having a big clearout of lovely clothes and accessories…. Length shoulder to hem cms. I felt thoroughly purified, my skin infused with the sweet scent of jasmine. I was escorted to a bedroom where more staff were waiting for me. Different arrangements of costumes were laid out, all black lace and leather, all tight and revealing. The first chosen was a tight bodice that squeezed my breasts together, making the curves of my bosom swell. They had me step carefully into a simple black silk thong that barely covered the lips of my pussy.

I felt even more exposed with the outfit on than when I was fresh out of the bath. A diamond studded collar was wrapped around my neck, with a little silver ring in the front. The staff departed quickly, as if there was an urgent schedule of which I was unaware. The double doors swung open.

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Two masked figures entered, a man and a woman, each as beautiful as the other. I held my breath. The gentleman was in a crisp black linen tux with a white bow tie. His bright green eyes gleamed through his mask, piercing right through me like a dagger. His black hair was slicked back neatly, not one strand out of place. The lady was adorned from head to toe with soft metal. Her neck was gilded with golden spiral chains.

Her eyebrows and eyelids were painted in lush amber. Her hair was like freshly spun gold, combed straight back, amplifying her luscious curves. I could see her deep sea blue eyes through her eye mask, lips red and juicy, skin fair and smooth; a timeless beauty. She walked over to me and clasped the end of a leash to my collar, then began to walk swiftly. I hurried behind her, almost losing balance. We followed the gentleman to a door which led us down a different passage, where the light receded.

By the time we got to the end of the passage it was pitch black. I had no idea what was to become of me. For a moment, all I could feel was the tugging of the leash and soft breath on the back of my neck. They had me pinned between them, ensuring I could not turn back. I heard a loud clanking sound as the bolted door in front of us was opened. Then, I saw the fiery light of torches, gleaming in the mysterious room beyond.

It was a dungeon of sorts. I saw cages and harnesses, straps and whips draped all over the wall. The smell of sweat, sex, and pain hovered all around me, overwhelming the fresh jasmine on my skin. I could tell they were strict and ill-tempered. I dropped to my knees, eyes cast to the floor, my body trembling. The floor was dry and cold, smoothly polished; granite maybe, or marble. The gentleman walked around me and began to speak.

We are your Master and Mistress and will only be addressed as such. You are at our will and command at all times. If you disobey in any way, you will be punished. If you comply in your training, you will be rewarded for your good behavior. His words hit me, as if I were already being flogged. I must have missed that in the brochure. I had signed up for a week of submission training, not actual slavery.

I was naturally succumbing to my role, as if I was born for it. The lady tugged at my leash again, making me stand straight up. Her thumb and forefinger pinched my chin, moving my head about, studying my features.

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Then, I looked at her, accidentally making eye contact. Before I knew it, the back of her hand struck my face, her knuckles making my cheekbone sting.

I felt the rush of humiliation coursing through me. I kept my head down, concentrating on her breasts, heaving angrily. I could feel tears rise. My Mistress snapped her fingers and a leather-clad gent carried me across the room. I felt like a potato sack over his shoulder. He set me down and undressed me roughly, the gorgeous bodice now like a crumpled rag on the dark floor. He bound my arms above my head and attached them to cuffs on the wall. He spread my legs apart and bound them in chains as well. My bare breasts heaved, my pussy open and exposed. My body tensed, sweat trickled down my stomach, slowly dripping down my perfectly shaved pussy.

I looked forward and kept my face stern. My Master and Mistress were whispering to each other, then the gentleman departed. My Mistress walked towards me, belt in hand. She took the diamond collar off my neck and bit the flesh lightly.

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The feel of her lips made me melt. She took the buckle of the belt and pressed it roughly over my nipple, making the little nub protrude past the cool metal and right to the pinching pin that goes through the holes in the belt. I gasped, my tears flowing again. The contradictions of pain and pleasure were pushing my emotions over the edge.

She grabbed my other breast and squeezed it harshly, then let her nails trail down my chest and stomach. She cupped my pussy in her hand, like she was weighing a sack of fruit. My cunt was hungry for entrance. My clit throbbed on her palm, begging to be touched. She raised her hand and smeared my juices on my lips, making me taste myself. I licked my lips, savoring my wetness. My Mistress leaned in and licked my lips softly.

Her tongue made my entire body jolt in surprise. I wanted her to kiss me so badly. I tried to lean forward to catch her lips with mine, but she quickly withdrew. She came close to my face again, clamping my lower lip between her teeth.