Lesbian Maid Mega Bundle

by Ella Ford

  The mistress stared at the young girl. The tips of her index fingers touched together under her chin, her eyes narrow and contemplative. She finally spoke, “Very well Kaitlyn, I am prepared to take you on.”

  Kaitlyn’s eyes lit up. Her face relaxed, her beaming smile lighting up the room and causing Nikki’s heart to flutter.

  “On one condition. You will be hired for a probationary period of one month. You shall be a maid-in-training. During this time, you will be subservient not only to myself, but also Nikki.” Ms. Klein glanced at Nikki, studying her for signs of a reaction. “Nikki, you will be responsible for Kaitlyn’s training. You will guide her, mould her, ensure that she is subservient and willing before she enters my employment permanently.”

  Nikki gasped. She and Lilly had always been equals in the house hierarchy, neither more senior than the other, both equally subservient, answering only to Ms. Klein. But this arrangement was different. Kaitlyn would be hers to train and use as she saw fit for one whole month. Her submissive nature balked at this, rebelling at the very idea of dominating another. She was a possession, a toy, owned and used according to her mistress’ desires. How could she find it within herself to reverse these roles?

  Yet, a part of her mind sang with anticipation. Hungry eyes studied the attractive blonde before her, eager to possess her, to command her every action in pursuit of her own desires. She blinked as the conflicting ideologies warred within her. Lust versus obedience.

  Ms. Klein sat back again and grinned, satisfied that her latest scheme would provide enough torment and upheaval in the minds of her charges, and entertainment for herself. She turned her attention to the papers on the desk in front of her. “You’re dismissed,” she said, not even bothering to look at the two flustered girls.

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  Nikki beckoned Kaitlyn to follow her and left the office, leading the girl across the hall and up the stairs. Kaitlyn followed her obediently, walking several paces behind. Her eyes eagerly explored the hallway, peering at the works of modern art on the wall and into open rooms.

  They crossed the landing to their quarters. Nikki entered the small bedroom, and turned to face her new student. Kaitlyn was looking around the sparse room apprehensively.

  “This is the maid’s quarters, it will be where you will sleep,” Nikki spoke, attempting to lace her words with authority and command, but they came out meek and trembling.

  Kaitlyn nodded, smirking. She looked at the bed, “Just the one, huh?”

  “Ms. Klein likes her maids to sleep together,” replied Nikki.

  Kaitlyn nodded again, glancing around. Nonchalantly, she pushed her fingers into the pockets on the back of her tight denim shorts. She bent her right leg and kicked back with her sneakered foot to lightly tap the door shut. She turned to Nikki, her face flushed with barely concealed excitement.

  “You? And me? Sleeping together? Oh god, it’s going to be just like I dreamed!”

  She stepped towards her before Nikki could speak. Reaching an arm around Nikki’s slender waist, she pulled their bodies together, their breasts touching. They were inches apart, Nikki could feel the warmth of Kaitlyn’s breath on her face. The young blonde was breathing quickly, eyes flicking across Nikki’s face as she squirmed in her grip. Kaitlyn traced a single painted fingernail down the skin of her chest, ending at her ample cleavage. Nikki shivered.

  “Finally, we can be together. We can do anything you want Nikki, anything you tell me too.”

  Nikki felt herself flushing at the other girl’s advance, barely able to control herself as a familiar warmth radiated through her body.

  Kaitlyn raised her hand to Nikki’s cheek, her palm soft against Nikki’s skin. Nikki closed her eyes, leaning into the touch. Kaitlyn bowed forward and lightly brushed her lips against Nikki’s, the light touch sending electricity running through her veins. Their mouths came together again, harder now. Nikki smelled Kaitlyn’s scent, tasted her on her lips. It was intoxicating. She allowed herself to be kissed, allowed the other girl’s tongue to probe her. She felt an eager hand settle on her ass, squeezing and kneading, gently at first but gaining in confidence, pulling their hips together.

  Nikki felt herself letting go, her own hands reaching up to touch Kaitlyn. She longed to plunge her fingers into that mass of honey blonde hair, to take her perfect breasts in her hands, to drop between her legs to the wetness that lay there.

  Yet something grounded her. A strong memory of shame and humiliation rose from her subconscious and flooded her thoughts. An image of Lilly’s face, her pretty features heavy with hurt and disappointment as Nikki lay across her lap. The spanking had been the punishment demanded by Ms. Klein after Nikki had allowed her willful desires to overcome her.

  The pain of the punishment loomed large in her mind. The stinging heat on her skin caused by Lilly’s hard strokes, the mental anguish caused by the shame of her disobedience. She flinched from the memory, suddenly understanding that submission must be learned through tough lessons. Ms. Klein’s punishment had taught her this, taught her to give herself freely to her mistress, to submit to her every desire. And she in turn must pass this lesson on to the lustful girl who was tearing at her clothes and pawing at her body. It was, after all, what Ms. Klein desired.

  She pushed backwards, breaking the kiss and causing Kaitlyn to stumble backwards onto the bed. She turned away from her. Kaitlyn looked shocked, her face radiated hurt and confusion.

  “Take off your clothes,” said Nikki, her voice suddenly filled with authority and purpose. Kaitlyn flinched before her, not moving from her where she lay.

  “Did you hear me girl? Take off your clothes!” Nikki barked now, almost shouting. She turned and placed her hands on her hips, towering over the trembling girl.

  Kaitlyn shot up, sitting forward and reaching behind to grab her t-shirt. She pulled it over her head, allowing her perfect breasts to fall free. Nikki eyed them hungrily, eager to reach out and grab them. Later, she thought to herself.

  Her shorts came next, pushed to the ground around her ankles. She sat back and kicked off her sneakers, bending to pull her white socks off her feet.

  “Panties as well,” ordered Nikki, eager to see her naked pussy.

  Kaitlyn blinked, her face suddenly terrified at this change in Nikki. Hesitantly, she reached down and pulled her panties off, casting them down onto the pile of her other clothes. She suddenly became aware of her nakedness, of how exposed she was. She wrapped an arm around her tits and dropped a hand down to cover her pussy. Her head bowed with shame.

  Nikki grinned, pacing back and forth across the room on towering heels and relishing the girl’s sudden vulnerability, the bashful way she tried to hide her nakedness. It will be good to break her, she thought. Another thought flashed across her mind. Is this how Ms. Klein feels about me?

  “Stand up, cross your arms behind your back and part your legs. I wish to inspect you,” she purred, sensing the girl’s reluctance and adding, “Don’t make me ask you twice.”

  Kaitlyn stood, dropping her arms and adopting the pose. Her gaze fell to the floor, unable to make eye contact with Nikki.

  Nikki approached her, running her hand tenderly across the other girl’s breasts. Her skin was hot and soft, a blush of desire and embarrassment coloring her chest an angry red. Nikki gently placed a hand under her chin and lifted her head to look at her. She gazed into her eyes.

  “From now on, you will call me Miss. You will not speak to me unless you are spoken to. You will not act unless commanded to. You will follow my every command without hesitation and without question. Is that clear Kaitlyn?”

  Kaitlyn nodded, “Y-yes… Miss.”

  Nikki pointed at the bed. “Bend over, spread your legs.”

  Without hesitation, Kaitlyn turned to face the bed, bending at the waist and placing her hands flat on the sheet. Her ass was pushed out, her pussy exposed and visible. Nikki approached her, brushing her hand across the girl’s ass cheeks. Kaitlyn shuddered under her touch, whi
mpering slightly. Nikki pushed a hand between Kaitlyn’s legs, plunging her fingers into her warmth. She already very wet, lips slick with the juices of her desire. Nikki’s fingers parted the folds of skin, massaging them expertly and gradually working their way forward to find her clit. Kaitlyn moaned as Nikki pressed there, teasing the small bulge between her index and middle finger.

  “Good, very good,” she said, before tracing her finger back over Kaitlyn’s tight entrance and up to her asshole. She rubbed with her fingers, Kaitlyn’s own juices lubricating her touches and causing the girl to sigh.

  “On your knees,” Nikki suddenly barked, pulling her hands away from Kaitlyn’s ass. As Kaitlyn turned and fell to her knees, Nikki placed her wet fingers in her mouth and sucked them, hungry for the taste of the girl’s juice.

  The girl knelt, face turned upwards, eyes locked on Nikki’s scanning for hints of displeasure.

  “When you kneel before me, you will look down at the floor, not at me,” scalded Nikki. “You will cross your arms behind your back and keep your knees together.”

  Kaitlyn snapped her head forwards and down, folding her arms behind her. “Yes, miss.”

  “Good girl,” cooed Nikki. Her gaze fell on the patch of blonde hair between Kaitlyn’s legs. “Now, that simply will not do,” she tutted, and headed off to the bathroom to retrieve the shaving supplies.

  Hurrying back and eager to begin, Nikki knelt at Kaitlyn’s feet. She glanced up at Kaitlyn’s face, pleased to see the girl’s look of apprehension as Nikki laid the grooming implements out on the floor beside her.

  With great care, Nikki massaged shaving cream into Kaitlyn’s pussy, enjoying the way the cold cream made the girl gasp as she rubbed it into her skin. Her gasps turned to sighs as Nikki once again drew her fingers through her moist lips. Using the gentleman’s razor, Nikki carefully trimmed Kaitlyn’s hair, taking care not to nick or scrape her velvety pussy. Kaitlyn held perfectly still as she was shaved, not aware that Nikki had done this countless times on Lilly’s young pussy.

  Satisfied with her job, Nikki retrieved one of the spare maid’s outfits from the closet. Ordering Kaitlyn to stand, she’d pulled the short black dress over her body and tied the crisp white apron around her waist. Bending before the girl, she carefully pulled the seamed, black stockings up her coltish legs, taking great care to keep the seams straight at the back as she did so. Finally, she retrieved Lilly’s old heels and placed them on Kaitlyn’s feet. They were a little tight she observed, Kaitlyn was a little bigger than Lilly had been.

  In fact, Nikki realised as she stood back to admire her work, the whole outfit is a little tight. She gazed at the dress, normally short but now barely covering Kaitlyn’s pussy. She decided that a little bit of a breeze never hurt anyone and considered what to do next.

  Chapter 3

  An hour later, Nikki sat on the sofa in the playroom. Ms. Klein had granted her permission to take the room for the afternoon to begin Kaitlyn’s training. Nikki had changed out of her maid’s outfit and into some clothes she’d borrowed from her mistress. She thought it necessary to establish the correct relationship between herself and the maid. This would be a lot easier for Kaitlyn if she looked the part.

  She’d decided to copy Ms. Klein’s style. She enjoyed the crisp, businesslike manner in which her mistress dressed. It inspired an air of respect in one’s charges, she thought. Her blouse was black and tight around her chest, pulled taut as the material strained to contain her ample breasts. The skirt was beige and cut just above the knee. It too was tight, moulded to her ass and hugging her shapely thighs. On her legs she wore tan stockings and a suspender belt. She loved the elegance of the lingerie and hoped that Kaitlyn would be similarly aroused by it. Her heels were black, with a delicate strap across the front of her foot.

  As she’d changed into the outfit, she caught a glimpse of herself in the bathroom mirror. Admiring the way her body looked in the figure hugging garments, she’d distractedly massaged her breasts as she imagined the fun she would have that afternoon with Kaitlyn.

  Now she sat in the playroom, the new maid kneeling before her, docile and obedient. Her earlier willful excitement had given way to quiet contemplation. Nikki wondered if this was what she’d envisioned when she’d come over here. Shaved and dressed and forced to sit in uncomfortable poses. Nikki thought that it was about time she showed Kaitlyn that life as a submissive at Ms. Klein’s wasn’t all about kneeling and waiting.

  “Kaitlyn, let’s begin,” Kaitlyn didn’t move from her position, not even to catch Nikki’s eye. Nikki was impressed and thought that her student might be easier to train than she first suspected. “Firstly, we’re going to teach you how to pleasure a woman. How many women have you been with Kaitlyn?”

  The girl blushed, “Just one, miss. You.”

  It was Nikki’s turn to blush. Not with embarrassment, but with arousal. A warmth filled her pussy as she contemplated this innocent thing that was now completely under her control. Willing, obedient, ready to be corrupted in every depraved way she could imagine. She shifted in her seat, crossing her legs and suppressing the building fire within her.

  “Very well,” she replied, “and do you masturbate?”

  “Yes, miss.”

  “How often?”

  Kaitlyn looked uncomfortable, not enjoying this personal line of questioning. “Once a day, miss,” she finally replied.

  Nikki leaned back in the sofa, smiled contentedly as she considered what to do next. “Masturbate for me now,” she said offhandedly. The abruptness of the command took Kaitlyn by surprise, knocking her off guard. She flinched and raised her head to look at Nikki.

  “Don’t look at me unless I tell you to!” Nikki scolded her and Kaitlyn’s gaze fell back to the floor. “What are you waiting for? Play with yourself, and while you’re doing so, tell me what you are thinking about.”

  Kaitlyn parted her knees and placed a hand between her legs. With the other arm she supported her weight, leaning back on it and allowing herself better access to her pussy. She began to rub her lips, closing her eyes and moaning lightly. She spoke, her voice trembling, “I’m in a room, there are candles here. I’m blindfolded and lying on my back. There’s someone with me, a woman.”

  Nikki sighed, the girl’s arousal infecting her as she listened to the details of her fantasy.

  Kaitlyn’s hand moved faster now, practiced fingers skillfully tugging and pressing at her sensitive areas. Her muscle memory took over as she walked this familiar path. “I can smell her perfume and… something else. She is beside me, over me as I lie here. I feel her step over me. I want to remove the blindfold, but I know that I must not.”

  The masturbating maid appeared lost in her thoughts now, her head cocked to one side, her eyes tightly closed. Her fingers deftly moved between her legs, their touch causing her to rock her hips up and down to some unheard rhythm. Nikki stared at, her own pussy becoming wet at the scene before her. She longed to plunge her own hand between her legs and join Kaitlyn in her world of lust and desire, but she knew that she must remain composed. Her pleasure would come later.

  “She is lowering herself onto my face. I can feel the warmth of her body, can smell the aroma of her sex. I long to raise my head up, to taste her on my tongue, but a hand on my forehead keeps me down. She is close now, inches away. With my outstretched tongue I catch the briefest of tastes. Oh God…” Her breathing is fast and heavy now, her fingers moving in tight circles as her hips undulate quickly. Her free hand moved up to her breast, greedily massaging it through the soft material of the dress. “She’s on me, I am lost in her warmth, my tongue has a mind of its own, lapping at her, drinking her into me. It’s overwhelming! My heart is racing! I’m struggling to breath!”

  Nikki shakes her head and composes her thoughts. Kaitlyn was close to climax now, Nikki didn’t yet want to give her this release. “Stop!” she cried suddenly, the order causing Kaitlyn to gasp and fall out of her fantasy. She quickly removed her hand from between he
r legs and pushed her knees together. Her face glowed with the warmth of her sexual energy, yet her eyes betrayed a frustration at being taken so close to the edge. A petulant resentment that Nikki made a note to work on.

  “Very good. You clearly know your way around a pussy,” Nikki said with a smile.

  “Thank you, miss,” Kaitlyn replied.

  Nikki stood and approached the kneeling girl. She tenderly cupped a palm to her cheek and lightly kissed her forehead, then moved behind her. Kaitlyn remained facing forwards.

  “As Ms. Klein’s maid, you will be required to pleasure many women, not just your mistress or myself. You will be placed into positions where you are pleasured repeatedly, perhaps against your will,” Nikki thought back to the night of the party, remembering Lilly’s restrained body and the hungry appetites of the guests. “Do you feel you are able to surrender this level of control?”

  Kaitlyn thought for a second, “I do, miss.”

  Nikki reached to her side and pulled the zip on her skirt, loosening it to allow it to fall to the floor. Kaitlyn flinched as she heard this, reflexively wanting to see what was happening. Nikki unbuttoned her blouse and let it slide down her slender arms, dropping it to the floor beside the discarded skirt. Her bra came off next and she playfully tossed this to the floor in front of the kneeling Kaitlyn, keen to see her reaction. Kaitlyn sighed, exhaling quickly.

  “Close your eyes. Do not open them until I tell you.”

  “Y-yes, miss,” came the reply, laced with hunger and trepidation.

  Nikki circled back around and sat down on the sofa. She bent her body, never taking an eye off Kaitlyn’s face, studying her for signs of disobedience. With skillful fingers, she unfastened the delicate strap of her shoe, slipping it off her foot and quietly putting it to one side. She leaned back on the sofa and extended her foot before her. “Shuffle forwards,” she commanded Kaitlyn.