Master's Maids: Complete Series Bundle

by Ruby Madden

  Or would he have?

  Sebastian mused… Hard to say.

  The loveliest ones, the most submissive ones needed to be handled more delicately. Like a captured butterfly, the dust on their wings so vital to their ability to fly. No, he decided. It was good that he wasn’t home, in the Manor, in the States.

  Very good indeed.

  Although he felt like jumping back in his jet and flying back over the Atlantic, just to admire and spank her. He wouldn’t. Not yet.

  Time was still needed.

  It was working out perfectly that he wasn’t around to appreciate her up close and in person – yet. For now, he’d watch her under the careful hands of his other flowers. The result would be even more beautiful.

  Very beautiful indeed.

  ~ ~ ~ ~

  Her maid shift completed, Trina slipped out of her uniform, down to her lingerie. Pulling the pin out of her red hair, it fell gracefully to her shoulders. She grabbed a head wrap and pulled her hair back and off from her face. Sitting down on the plush emerald green ottoman at her desk in her bedroom, she picked up her smart phone. Thumbs moving furiously fast, she texted her close friend Audrey, who lived in California.

  ‘Master has a new favorite, I’m sure of it.’ She texted excitedly. While waiting for a response, she perused her twitter feed, reading tweets. At last, her phone chirped, signaling her that she’d gotten a reply.

  ‘Oooohh… Really? Do tell.’ Audrey texted back.

  ‘Yup, she just completed her first shift. She did great. There is something very raw, open and real about her. I don’t think she has ever really seen herself as sexy or desirable. I could tell…’ Trina texted.

  ‘Sounds good, but what makes you think she’s his new favorite?’ Audrey replied.

  ‘For one, he has her wearing pink accessories. AND, he requested that we do maid time in the library.’ Trina shared.

  ‘Gotcha… Hmmm? Are you sure? Maid time in the library proves this how?’ Audrey asked, unconvinced.

  ‘He next to never requests maid time in the library.’ Trina elaborated.

  ‘Maybe he just doesn’t like that room?’ Audrey asked.

  ‘That was his former pink’s favorite room in the Manor.’ Trina explained.

  ‘Gotcha. Wow… That would be a good thing, right?’

  ‘It would, he’s so reserved, even with us maids. We always wonder if he has a lover or two on the side. He’s incredibly private.’ Trina shared.

  ‘Fascinating, the difference in your Master and our Queen. We have a slumber party in her bed several mornings a week! Your Master, we barely know if he has a lover… Nuts!’ Audrey expounded.

  ‘Right? We all want him to find someone. He’s such a gentleman. It would be a shame…’ Trina texted.

  ‘Have faith, he’s still young. It’s not like he’s in his sixties!’ Audrey poked fun. ‘BTW, Jerome asked Queen for her private jet so he can go to a racecar event on your side of the country next Saturday. He can bring one of us along. I’m going to see if Queen is okay with me joining him. I could use some play-time with my favorite maids.’

  Trina giggled. Audrey was stunning, audacious and wicked sexy. She was like a flame. One that could turn up the heat when it came to intimate gatherings of people.

  ‘An orgy with you in attendance sounds delightful, darling. I’m already looking forward to it.’ Trina teased.

  ‘Snark!’ Audrey accused playfully.

  ‘Guilty as charged… ;O)’

  ‘Good, I’ll keep you posted. In the meantime, work your magic Trina. This new girl is lucky to have landed at the Manor.’ Audrey replied.

  ‘Will do. ;)’

  Trina set down her phone and turned on her TV. She had some lounge time before dinner, her matchmaker wheels spinning furiously.

  ~ ~ ~ ~

  I sat at my desk in a classroom. I was wearing a tutu, the silly one my Grandmother had given me on my twelfth or thirteenth birthday. But it was all that I was wearing. Odd.

  Confused, I wondered what I was doing in my sixth grade classroom wearing nothing but a tutu? And why was I an adult in a sixth grade classroom?

  All my classmates started to arrive for the school day. One by one, they showed up, snickered at me or laughed and poked fun. They too were adults. Adults from my life. None of us were actual sixth graders.

  But that feeling of being surrounded by peers whose opinions of you seemingly matter so much… Or do they? I was ashamed, mortified and embarrassed. On the verge of tears. I didn’t know I could feel so humiliated! So unwanted. So rejected…

  “Why don’t you get up and dance for us Celeste?” Adam King, my biggest adult crush taunted, practically sneering.

  I winced at the humiliating idea.

  But for some reason, I felt compelled to prove them all wrong. Boldly, I stood up and walked up to the front of the classroom. Suddenly, it became hushed and the setting changed to something more adult, more appropriate. The lighting dimmed and now we were all in a strip-bar setting.

  WTF?!?

  Music with a fun, sexy beat turned on and before I knew it, my limbs started moving. I was dancing. In a semi-seductive way…

  And I was good! Much to my own surprise…

  The less I was concerned with them, the more I danced. The more desirable I felt.

  I caught all of their gazes, this cruel audience of mine. An audience that had gone hush, quiet with admiration, desire and appreciation.

  I felt good. I felt sexy. Confident.

  I woke up.

  It was a dream?! Oh thank god… A dream.

  Stretching and yawning, I felt instantly relieved to realize I’d only been dreaming. Lying there, thinking about my dream, I wondered if I’d arrived at and managed to cross some sort of impasse I’d carried within me, all my life? The idea that I was attractive. A feeling about myself that had evaded me entirely. I’d always envied other women who could confidently flaunt their-selves and know, without a doubt, that someone found them to be incredibly sexy, attractive and desirable.

  A week had come and gone since my first shift. With Master out of town, everyone was more or less getting a half-vacation. I’d fallen into several pleasant routines with the maids that included daily breakfast and dinner. Lunch, we fended for ourselves.

  They each had different types of exercise and workout preferences. I liked to run or jog and discovered that this was Carmen’s preferred form of exercise as well. She’d been kind enough to invite me to join her for her daily jog and we were getting closer each day. Although she was shy and reserved at first, once she warmed up to me, she opened up. I was incredibly charmed by her. She was a sweetheart.

  The maids informed me that we were to have guests over the weekend. Two of Queen’s pets were flying in on her private jet to attend a racecar event.

  Apparently, her puppy-pet, Jerome, was a professional gambler who donated his winnings to charity causes. He was bringing Audrey, one of Queen’s kitten-pets, with him who was a close friend of Trina’s, as it turned out.

  When I’d asked who Queen was and why her submissive lovers were referred to as pets, those at the breakfast table had immediately erupted into giggles. Before I knew it, someone’s MacBook was passed to me so that I could see web-pages which depicted this particular fetish lifestyle.

  My eyes wide open, my mouth equally so – I perused pages of individuals who lived the ‘pet’ lifestyle 24/7. There were feeding bowls, lots of collars and leashes, cages and tails even! Tails that were butt plugs… At first, I was shocked, maybe even a bit repulsed. Why would people want to be so degraded?

  Then, I started to notice the playfulness of it.

  Like all things kink, I was learning – the need for playtime in an adult’s life was therapeutic, rewarding and in many instances, sexually satisfying for all involved. The kink lifestyle and community had one thing in common, there were always agreements, negotiations, boundaries defined and respected, even
contracts.

  Those who participated would self-identify their preference, their personality-type, and their erotic flavor. Some, like me, were just being introduced and exploring. Discovering, learning and trying out new experiences.

  Although it was all foreign to me, I was quickly learning that it was an amazing type of person who embraced the lifestyle. And just like a very large cast in a stage production, they all had their part to play. The possibilities were endless really and there was, as it turned out, plenty of wiggle room to explore and find one’s place in it all.

  Which was very much where I was at.

  I didn’t end up getting much clarification at the time, but when Carmen and I went out for a jog later in the day, she’d explained to me that our very own Sir and Master was acquainted worldwide with a great deal of royalty, including Queen.

  Queen, as everyone referred to her, was a former Harvard classmate. From what Carmen knew, they worked on philanthropic endeavors together and confided in one another’s erotic proclivities. Since they were both dominants, it was a meeting of Master minds as it were. They were more like siblings, there was no attraction between them. Just a mutual appreciation for their kinky lifestyles.

  The more I learned, the deeper in fascination I became. It was never-ending really. All the possibilities. Like Alice in Wonderland, I’d truly fallen down a rabbit-hole of sorts where an entirely different world and realm existed.

  The question was this: did I want to leave or stay?

  ~ ~ ~ ~

  ~ ~ ~ ~

  The day started with an intense rainstorm and it drizzled all day. Lupita set about lighting a few of the fireplaces in the Manor, her way of warming up the immense home, on a gloomy, rainy, gray day.

  Large homes like this were always likely to be on the colder side regardless of their HVAC systems. The cold, thick stones, high ceilings and large windows created a space where warmth escaped upwards to the ceiling. Always a battle for their owners to keep warm. Like the castles of old, I understood why everyone was so bloody cold for much of the year.

  I was reading, yet again, in the library when she came in to check on and tend to the fire. Although I hadn’t requested it, she brought me a warm cup of coffee, just the way I liked it. Setting it down on antique side table next to me, she patted my arm affectionately.

  “Oh Lupita, what a dear you are. You shouldn’t but thank you!” I said, taking my first sip while appreciative for the warmth to my chilled hands and fingers.

  “Not a bother, I guessed as much that it would be appreciated.” She smiled warmly at me.

  In the mornings, I’d taken her up on learning how to cook breakfast, by her side, and promising to stay out of her way. My own upbringing had been less than desirable when it came to home-cooked meals. A single parent, my Father was a simple, hard-working man who held down two jobs his entire life. He relied on fast food to feed me and my older brother. I probably ate more KFC than any other kid I knew as a child. Needless to say, my aversion to chicken as an adult was quite heightened.

  Just like a cat, I’d found a warm spot and had been content to be absorbed by a good book for the rainy day. I was learning the game of maid lounge time and was decked out in just about the loveliest, pink negligee and sheer robe I’d ever seen. It was straight from the forties era, something a Hollywood starlet would have been filmed in. Although very beautiful and sexy, I wasn’t exactly warm in it.

  The fire was helping though. Lupita went to one of the hidden cupboards along the wall and pulled out a soft, cotton blanket. She then draped it over my legs and feet.

  “They’re blue.” She said candidly, pointing at my feet, shaking her head back and forth. “Sir likes his maids to be pink and rosy. Flush. Stay warm.”

  I laughed outright and flashed a big smile at her. She was fast turning into the mother I’d never had.

  My mother had passed on in an auto accident when I was only three. There’d never been anyone to dote on me, to make sure I was warm, fed, clothed properly and taken care of. I’d had to do all of that for myself, over my lifetime. Even when I got sick, I had to suck it up and fend for myself. With my Dad working two blue collar jobs to take care of me and my brother, he was rarely around. And when he was, naturally he was tired. So, receiving her Mother-Henning felt good, but was new and foreign for me.

  The thing that continued to stand out to me was how loving, accepting and kind all of Master’s staff were. A paid family? But more real than anything I’d ever experienced…

  Lupita left the library to carry on with her work-day and I dove back into my book. Sipping on the coffee she brought me, my thoughts went from what I was reading and the growing excitement inside me that was building up for our guests that would be arriving that evening. I was both eager and terrified to meet them. It felt like royalty was coming to visit. In a way, I guess it was.

  Anna strolled in a bit later and sat down on the ottoman across from me. She was wearing a gorgeous ensemble that made her also appear like a movie-vixen from the forties. I gasped in delight that we complimented one another. I realized she’d been savvy enough to plan this. She smiled at me bemusedly and without saying a word, set about to opening her MacBook and began reading. Not needing conversation, it was nice to have her presence with me in the library.

  The calm, quiet, cozy atmosphere grew as the day continued. Soon, Carmen joined us with her own laptop and lounged on the leather Oxford sofa, a velveteen throw keeping her warm.

  Then Caitlin made her way in. I was very surprised but delighted to have her join us. No one conversed much, just very idle chit-chat as we were all absorbed in the quiet mood of the day and whatever reading fare had captured our attention and focus.

  I was pleased to see that Caitlin had selected an actual book, like myself. Despite the many wonders and delights of eReaders, I’d never grow out of my appreciation for the feel, smell, look and experience of a hardcopy or softcover book. eReaders had their place and usefulness, but in a library of this stature, it made sense to read the real thing – not the electronic ink version of it.

  By the end of the afternoon, as evening started to peek in – there we were, a litter of sexy maids, decked out in amazing evening wear in service to our Master’s voyeuristic tendencies. Lounging, reading and staying warm somehow.

  When Carmen and Amber strolled in late afternoon, early evening; they stopped dead in their tracks and started to laugh.

  “I wouldn’t believe it if I wasn’t seeing it for myself!” Amber exclaimed, teasing us. “Lupita said this is where everyone else was and sure enough, here you all are.”

  “Join us!” I said, giggling.

  “Ah, I would dear, but we have incoming guests ladies! I just got word that they’ve landed. They’ll be here in about an hour. We need to get ready for a fun evening gals.” She said, her hands on her hips in a commanding, sassy stance.

  That snapped us all out of it and before I knew it, the library cleared out in minutes. I decided to lounge a bit longer and finish the chapter I was reading. I chuckled to myself as I strode upstairs to my room to get ready for a fun evening.

  I was the first one in and the last one to leave the library that day. But at least this time, I’d had company and that made me feel good.

  It made me feel – at home.

  ~ ~ ~ ~

  When they arrived, I’d never seen a creature as gorgeous and as sexually alluring as Audrey. Kitten-Audrey, to be certain. Bedecked in sensual kitten attire, she and her puppy playmate, Jerome, were like a Halloween PlayBoy wet-dream. She had an aura that surrounded her.

  I was mesmerized. A bit bedazzled. It felt as if I was meeting the King’s favorite from a Middle Eastern harem or a movie star. My mouth was dry and I was practically mute. I was so very thankful that the commotion of greetings was chaotic enough that we were all lost and drowning in a reunion of sorts. I, thankfully, wouldn’t stand out like the awkward newbie that I felt like.

  At d
inner, she was quick to remind me that she was owned by a Queen. A real Queen, not just a Mistress. She did so in such a way that there was nothing haughty about it. Just the truth of the matter. A very sincere sweetness. She was like a red-headed Marilyn Monroe. All seductiveness, sweetness and curves. Curves that I would get to see dance enticingly and erotically by the time morning arrived the following day.

  The evening took on a life all of its own and before I knew it, we were being wined and dined. Anna and Trina had ensured to put on a complete and proper dinner-party, including first-class catering and service staff. Lupita had the night off and wasn’t expected to cook for more formal gatherings like this one. We were eating dinner in the most spacious room of the Manor. If I’d had any idea where the night was headed and the frolicking I’d be witness to by the following morning, I’m not sure I’d have been brave enough to attend.

  In this, that is probably why none of them actually informed me that there was going to be an orgy. And that I was the designated voyeur, unless I opted to participate. But thankfully, I wasn’t the only voyeur. In this, I was very grateful.

  I learned that the Queen’s Pets traveled with security. Actual threats on their lives have been made a couple of times and she liked to keep her property safe. Two of the handsomest, former FBI agents, now private body-guards that a girl could ever hope to dream for, stood dutifully by, faces blank yet aroused by the shenanigans of the evening’s lusty and erotic unfolding.

  Audrey introduced them both briefly, her eyes caressing their rugged physiques and firm stances. I wondered if she’d ever indulged in them or if she was even allowed? The way she dampened and licked her lower lip led me to believe, that yes – they’d played together carnally – at some point.

  Who could blame her! There was something so hot about knowing grown-ass men were being paid to protect you.

  With dinner over, a cocktail server arrived to ensure that all had an adequate flowing of alcoholic spirits and beverages. He was bedecked in a bow-tie and jock-strap, his sexy ass providing much eye-candy each and every time he stepped out from behind the bar to provide a beverage. Although my gay-dar had never been all that good, I seemed to know that all this naked female flesh did nothing for him.