by Ella Ford
I didn’t have to wait long. The flogger came down one more time and I cried out and pushed down hard on Sarah’s clit. The brunette wailed and moaned, thrashing against the ropes that held her in place, head swinging from side to side. I attempted to focus, to ignore the rhythmic swipes on my ass and concentrate on Sarah and her needs. I found a beat, moving my tongue in broad swirls and from side to side, attempting to mix up my motions but maintain a constant pressure.
Sarah began to pant and moan, a muffled series of cries. I sensed the tension build in her body, her legs pulling at the restraining ropes and attempting to lock her thighs on my head. And every five seconds, the flogger landed, until my ass burned with a numb heat that was difficult to ignore. But all the while, my own desire grew and my pussy roared with approval and hunger.
Suddenly, I felt Sarah’s breathing quicken and then stop. Her body became tense and rigid, spine arching upwards and toes curling against my arms. “Mmmffff”, she wailed beneath the ball gag and I glanced up to find her face locked in a rictus of unrestrained pleasure. Then her body began to shake, quaking back and forwards until the low table rattled alarmingly. She was like a woman possessed, animated by forces beyond human reckoning.
Abruptly, she fell still, head flopping to the side, legs relaxing into the harness until it became taut and rigid. I began to stand, shaken by the intensity of the moment, ass still burning from the pain of the flogger. Then I felt a hand grip my hair and push me forward. CJ was standing behind me, one hand in my hair, one hand between my legs, roughly exploring my dripping pussy.
She pushed me forward onto Sarah, until I was laying across her upper body, my breasts pushed against hers. Our faces were inches apart and I studied her, hoping to catch a hint of the intense energy that was cooling with her. She peered back at me, a mix of exhaustion and adoration in her eyes, and I felt a faint pang of kinship with her, the first feeling of submissive sisterhood that would blossom and grow in the coming weeks to something akin to love.
Before I could reflect on the confusing emotion, I felt a presence behind me and glanced back. CJ was standing at my ass, concentrating on something down at her waist. I looked forward again, not sure what to expect. Then I felt a light touch on my pussy, something cold and hard being dragged through my dripping labia. I wondered what it could be, what could be happening to me now, in this world that seemed a million miles away from my sheltered upbringing.
Then the object stopped moving and lingered over my opening, its pressure becoming gradually more insistent and bold. I looked down at Sarah and gripped her shoulders with my hands, suddenly realizing what was about to happen. She peered back at me, unable to move or speak.
Suddenly, my mouth fell open and I gasped as CJ’s strap-on slid into me. I was very wet, so it met with little resistance, but the sensation was surprising nonetheless. I felt myself being stretched and then filled, an intensely right feeling of completeness. I parted my legs, shifting my weight so that CJ could get a better angle as she reversed her stoke. She pushed forwards again, harder this time, causing my entire body to slide forwards and rub against Sarah’s.
Again and again, CJ forced herself into me, the plastic cock pushing deeper each time. I felt myself losing control, the insistent pounding in my pussy mixing with the light friction as my clitoris rubbed against Sarah’s almost too much to bear. I became hungry with desire and dropped my mouth to Sarah’s face, liking her cheek, her lips, eagerly lapping up the drool that ran down her chin. I fell down to her neck, kissing and nuzzling there, breathing in deeply, savoring the delicious aroma of sweat and perfume.
Faster and faster she drilled, pounding me harder and harder. Her skin slapped against mine, causing the sensitive skin where the flogger had bit to sing out with a tingling sensation that was akin to pain but closer to pleasure. I began to feel like a rag doll, caught between these two beautiful women, belonging to both, their willing servant in every way possible.
I cried out, unable to contain the intense forces that raged within me. I felt the furious fire in my pussy beginning to burn out of control, a radiating presence that would not be ignored. My efforts to control that caged beast were in vain, and it leaped outwards, filling my torso, my arms, my legs. I released myself into it, allow it to fill me with the intense warmth of pleasure, and I felt the unmistakable rush of my approaching climax.
This looming presence was too vast to be turned back, and it exploded within me in an instant, flooding my entire being with a debilitating flash of ecstasy. I screamed out loud and gripped Sarah’s shoulders harder than ever before. CJ sensed my orgasm and thrust the hard rod into me one final time, impaling me as deep as she could go. My body lifted upwards, away from Sarah, away from her soft presence, unable to control the maelstrom within me. “Ah!” I gasped.
And then the fury ceased and my body went limp, collapsing down onto Sarah, still impaled by CJ’s rigid length. I panted, gasping for breath, for air, struggling to compose my thoughts while my body still burned.
In time, CJ took hold of my hips and slid herself out of me, causing me to gasp at the sudden absence. She moved to the side of the table and gazed down at us, two naked, spent bodies, locked together by exhaustion and passion.
Then she smiled. A feline look of perfect contentment that I will never forget as long as I live. “Excellent,” she said, then turned on her heel and left us, the smouldering ruins of two willing submissives.
TO BE CONTINUED
Breaking Their Maid
by Ella Ford
Chapter 1
For the second time in a month, my life completely changed. From optimistic college graduate to domestic maid; from domestic maid to … what? After that sultry night in the Goddard’s basement, I still wasn’t entirely sure what I was, or how the defining parameters of my employment had changed.
I knew that I was a submissive now, that I had surrendered some degree of autonomy to my employers, CJ and Sarah Goddard. I did this willingly, driven by strange new desires that the women had awakened in me. I also knew that there was a hierarchy in their household, more complex than a simple mistress and slave relationship. I was subservient to CJ and Sarah. But beyond that, Sarah was CJ’s submissive. The winsome brunette with the dark curls and smoky complexion had her own understanding with her tall, blonde wife, a firm foundation that held them together and was laid long before I ever entered their lives.
Was I a sex slave? A possession? A toy? A pet? Looking back now, I know that I became all of those things the first time that I addressed CJ as “mistress”, the first time that I presented my naked body to her and granted her the permission that she craved. But at the time, on the morning following that sinful night, my mind was whirling with confused feelings and unresolved emotions.
I awoke early the next day, after a fitful night of restless sleep. At first, everything seemed perfectly normal, just another day of chores, another day of productive work. Then my waking thoughts caught up, and the slow realization of my new situation seeped into my drowsy mind.
I sat up and shuddered, gazing down at my naked body, remembering the new sensations that had been teased out of my exhausted nerve endings the night before. The bitter sting of pain as CJ’s flogger landed on my soft bottom; the intense feeling of completeness coaxed out of me by her thick strapon, driven into me relentlessly until the inevitable precipice of orgasm was crossed; and the soft warmth of Sarah’s mouth, kissing me with a hot tenderness that was a stark contrast to CJ’s rough treatment.
I sighed as the confused feelings resurfaced in my mind. What was I now? Did I need to change how I behaved? Was I a lesbian? The last thought lingered on, swirling around in my brain until it occupied my entire consciousness.
I’d never considered women sexually before moving in with the Goddards. I’d never so much as kissed a girl properly. I knew that my friends had experimented in college, dabbling with lesbian sex in the same way that they dabbled with mild drugs or fad diets. I can remember my best fri
end Anna, breathlessly relaying the details of her encounter with another member of the hockey team in a deserted locker room.
At the time, I hadn’t thought much of it. It was just another debauched thing that happened at college. Wildly different from my small town upbringing, but something that I strived to process and accept as I sought to broaden my own horizons.
Whatever I was, I couldn’t deny the pleasure that I had felt the previous night, or the intensity of the multiple orgasms that had raged within me. I couldn’t deny the attraction I felt to Sarah and CJ, my feelings for both women as different as the women themselves, but no less intense. For CJ, I felt a need to give myself to her, to be possessed and used by her. I craved the objectification of ownership, dehumanising but wildly compelling. For Sarah, my feelings were deeper, more complex. The tiny brunette felt like a sister to me, a kindred spirit, joined together in our submission and our mutual desire.
I shook my head and blinked the sleep out of my eyes. I decided to treat the morning as normal and get showered and dressed as usual, hoping that the new parameters of my existence in the house would present themselves in time.
After a quick shower, I stepped back into the bedroom and found myself facing my new life sooner than I could have possibly imagined. Hanging on the back of the door was a white garment bag with a yellow sticky note attached to it with the simple phrase:
Your new uniform.
I recognized the handwriting as CJ’s. It was fine and spidery, efficient and sparse. With trembling hands, I opened the zip on the bag and gazed inside.
The new uniform was a maid uniform, like my current one in many ways, but very different in a multitude of others. Frowning, I took the bag down and laid it on the bed, pulling the items out one by one and studying them.
First, a black satin dress that appeared impossibly short and impossibly low. I held it to my body and peered at myself in the full length mirror. I wondered how on earth it would ever fit. The dress itself was elaborate and revealing, with layers of short, lace petticoat sewed into the skirt and a frilly white trim across the low chest.
I turned back to the bag. Next to emerge was a crisp, white apron, the only component that seemed unchanged from my previous uniform. I gazed at the decorative covering, feeling slightly wistful for my old outfit.
Next, in place of the practical pantyhose from before were a pair of sheer black thigh high stockings. I held the flimsy hosiery aloft, feeling a sudden flush spreading across my chest and neck as I touched the provocative underwear. The stockings had thick seams that ran from the tip of the reinforced toes to the very edge of the pretty lace top. Instinctively, I knew that I would need to keep this seam straight, or else feel CJ’s wrath.
I set the stockings down and looked back into the bag. A skimpy black bra and matching panties and a deep purple shoe bag were all that remained. I lifted out the shoe bag and pulled at the drawstring, not really needing to look inside to know that my days of wearing comfortable flat shoes had become cherished memories.
Sure enough, the shoe bag contained a pair of black stiletto pumps, shiny and alluring with a tall heel that looked precarious and fragile. I groaned, inwardly dreading the pain that I’d feel in my tired feet after a hard day of work.
But there was something else, a deep desire to wear the outfit, to see myself dressed as CJ wanted; a porn caricature of a domestic servant, a human doll attired to my owner’s exacting requirements.
Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door, three light taps and then silence. I realized that I was completely naked and looked around for my robe, and then remembered that modesty was no longer a consideration in my life.
“Come in,” I shouted, attempting to compose myself.
The door pushed open and Sarah Goddard peered around, her pretty dark curls and delicate features beaming as she caught sight of my naked body. I looked at her and felt a surge of desire, suddenly overcome by the memory of her scent, her taste, the gentle friction of her hands on my body.
The tiny brunette stepped into the room and stood by the door. She was wearing a thin, white satin robe that was drawn loosely around her waist and open at her breast, revealing the shallow trench of her cleavage and the pale expanse of her chest. Her hands were held before her, clutching a small, pink toiletry bag; slender, painted fingers playing with the canvas handle nervously.
“Hi,” I said, not entirely sure what to say.
“H-hi,” she stuttered, her eyes flicking up and down my body. She seemed timid and reluctant, but there was a sharp note of desire in her voice. “CJ sent me to … uh … get you ready,” she added.
I raised my eyebrows and looked down at the hanging uniform. Did she mean to dress me? I thought with a rush of anticipation. Shouldn’t I be dressing her?
She stepped across the room to the dresser and set the bag down, then turned to look at me. Her eyes settled on my pussy and she began to nibble at her lower lip, appearing deep in concentration. Then she raised a finger and pointed between my legs. “CJ says that this,” she flicked her finger back and forth, “will have to come off.”
I blinked, confused and not entirely sure what she was talking about, then realization slowly dawned on me. “Oh!” I gasped, and felt a warm flush crawling up my face. She was talking about my bush, the patch of honey blonde hair between my legs.
I suddenly felt very selfconscious and shifted my weight, dropping my hands to cover my crotch. “I… I’m sorry… I didn’t…” I stammered, not sure what else to say. I never put a lot of effort into personal grooming down there before. How much did she want off? I thought to myself.
Sarah seemed to sense my trepidation and smiled warmly, then stepped over to me and stroked her fingers down my upper arm. A rash of goosebumps spread outwards from her touch and I shuddered, suddenly catching my breath and sighing softly.
“Don’t be scared Leanne,” the pretty brunette whispered to me, “CJ just likes her girls to be completely shaved. I’ll be very gentle!” she added with a smirk.
I found myself thinking back to the previous night, as I had about a thousand times already that morning. I pictured Sarah’s pussy as I lowered my mouth onto it and remembered that it was indeed completely bald, free of hair and utterly unblemished. Then a different thought rose in my mind. Not a memory this time, but an image of what might be. I thought of the pair of us, standing together, legs spread apart, arms crossed behind our backs. In the vivid picture, both of us were equally shaved, perfectly prepared pussies ready for our mistress’s attention. I found myself craving this, yearning to be a part of this sordid tableau. “O-okay,” I breathed.
Sarah Goddard took a step back and peered at me with hungry eyes. Then she loosened the thin cord that held her robe in place and allowed the flimsy garment to fall down her arms to the floor below. “Let’s go to the bathroom,” she whispered and fluttered her eyelashes.
I nodded and she took my hand, then led me across the hall to the large bathroom, grabbing the pink bag on the way. I felt myself overcome by a surge of desire as the pair of us walked together, suddenly needing to feel her soft skin against mine, to feel her breath on my face.
She set the bag down in the bathroom and unzipped it, rummaging inside and setting out its contents on the counter. I watched with detached fascination and waited for her to tell me what to do. I found that I enjoyed this form of surrender, allowing myself to be directed, to be guided to satisfy the whims of another. It thrilled me in a way that I couldn’t have imagined possible just a few days ago.
Sarah turned to me and cocked her head to the side, appearing deep in thought. She started to nibble at her lower lip once more, an affectation that was impossibly cute and deeply inviting. Then she gestured for me to sit on the side of the bath, against the wall. I stepped across the room and lowered myself down, suddenly overwhelmed by the twin feelings of nervousness and hungry anticipation.
“Leg up,” she said as she gathered the contents of the bag in her hands and moved to stand in f
ront of me. I raised my left leg up and swung it around to rest my foot on the edge of the tub, exposing my pussy to her. Then she lowered herself down and kneeled before me on the bath mat, resting one hand on my right thigh for balance.
She gazed down at my pussy and smiled, then lightly stroked her hand through my wispy blonde hair. “It’s so pretty,” she purred, “it almost seems a shame to lose it.”
I felt my heart begin to beat quickly, fueled by the electric touch of her fingertips on my skin. I watched her with rapt fascination, this petite beauty who seemed utterly entranced by my body.
Finally, Sarah blinked, then reached down beside herself and picked up a pot of shaving cream. With a deft flick of her wrist, she unscrewed the cap and dipped her slender fingers into the milky white cream, pulling out a large dollop of the scented substance. She looked up at me and smirked. “Ready?” she asked, seducing me with her hungry eyes. “It might be a little cold at first,” she added apologetically.
I nodded and braced myself, gripping the side of the bath. Then she lowered her hand and smeared the cold cream over my pussy. I gasped, shocked as much by the sudden chill of the cream on my sensitive skin as the deep feeling of desire that raced outwards from my loins and warmed my body. “Ah,” I sighed.
With an impossibly tender touch, Sarah began to massage the cream into my hair, lightly brushing her fingers over my burning lips as she moved. I felt a familiar warmth gathering deep inside me, a burning core that radiated tendrils of pleasure out into my body.
Finally, Sarah sat back on her heels and stared at my pussy, now lathered over fully with the white foam. She blinked twice and smiled, happy that I was ready for the next stage, then reached down again and picked up an ornate looking razor.
