*** This is a work of fiction for mature audiences only ..do not read this if you are under 21 years of age / any similarities between persons living or dead is purely coincidental..
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Requiem for a Domestic
by Laura Chilton
I first took this job with a maid service because of the flexible hours..being a twenety-two year old college student with no practical work experience, it was hard to find anything that would allow time for my studies. When I saw the posting on the job placement board in the student center, it seemed like just the thing..my bills were really begining to stack up, so I wasted no time calling and arranging an apppointment to fill out an application. I was hired right away,and I was relieved..little did I know what it would ultimately lead to.
My first job assignment was in an older but still very well-to-do neighborhood with towering oaks and manicured lawns in front of every residence. The house I was to be working in that day looked like it was built in the early fifties and had beautiful stone work in the front. I nervously rang the bell and was greeted by the Lady of the House..she introduced herself as Ms.Anderson. She stood about five-six or so and looked to be in her mid-fifties, but it was obvious she took very good care of herself. I loved her silver hair that was done up in a 'beehive', the kind of style that was popular in the sixties. The color of her hair gave a very nice contrast to the frosty-green eyeshadow she wore. Her mannersims were very refined, and I could tell she was not the type of woman to suffer fools. I tried to be on my best behavior as she made it clear as to what she wanted done...the house was so clean, I could hardly figure out why she thought she needed a maid. Upon closer inspection, there was some dust here and there, but nothing that looked too bad. The house was indeed a reflection of it's owner..very classy, but conservative and not 'brassy' in any way. She told me that the mahogany furniture was to be polished and then the taupe rugs cleaned thouroughly. The glass on the china cabinet was also to be spotless inside and out..she made it very clear that her cut-crystal collection within the illuminated cabinet was very important to her, and great care was to be taken when removing the pieces to clean the shelves.She told me that she had a few errands to run and would return shortly, reminding me to be careful as she went out the door.
I started with the living room as she instructed, and finished by the time she got back. She told me she was pleased and told me to start doing the china cabinet. Something about her made me feel kind of uneasy, but I just dismissed it as me being jittery on the first day of my new job. I could hear her talking on the phone in the other room as I cautiously removed the crystal from the cabinet and put them on the table so that I could begin cleaning the shelves. When I was finished I started to pick up a beautiful and very expensive looking vase to put it back, and that's when it happened...I had a very deep sinking feeling at the pit of my stomach as i looked at the remnants all over the hardwood floor..I wanted to just vanish into thin air, and I could feel strong tears welling up within my eyes. The loud noise had of course summoned Ms.Andersdon into the room, and she gave me look of utter disgust as she stood at the door. I just stood there and tried to stammer an apology, but she only dismissed me with a wave of her hand. I offered to do some extra work or whatever else she wanted me to, as I knew full well that I didn't have the resources to pay for such a costly thing. ''The vase was hand-cut for me by an artisan in Sweden, it was one-of-a- kind...no amount of money or work would replace it...''.I nodded my head in agreement amidst my tears.''It seems to me you could use some lessons in decorum, girl..if you are willing to let me teach you, I won't report this to your agency...''. I had no idea what she was implying, but I readily accepted..I really needed this job, and I felt absolutely terrible about what I had done.
She took my wrist and lead me down a hallway and then down a short flight of stairs. I was utterly confused and felt my heart starting to pound within my chest as she took some keys out and unlocked the door that opened into what appeared to be a storage room...it had no windows and a musty smell..old books, battered furniture, and other miscellaneous junk from the past were everywhere. The only light eminated from a single votive candle that she lit as soon as we were inside. She closed the door and told me to get undressed..I just stood there and froze..i couldn't believe what she just asked. She must have sensed this, as she opened the door wide and said''Very well then.. you can choose to break our agreement if you wish..'' She gave me the iciest stare anyone had ever given me. I lowered my head and began to unbutton my blouse as she slowly closed the door and turned the lock. I was completely perplexed..my mind was going in eight differnt directions at once, but sheepishly compliant with her request...there didn't seem to be an alternative. She told me to keep my panties on, but to remove everything else. Looking toward one corner and away from her, I unzipped my jeans and noticed a really strange looking chair in one corner of the room..it was made of heavy wood and looked medievel..like it belonged in an English castle or something. It had a straight back and a padded seat shaped like a Y. I noticed it had all of these straps and buckles all over it too..why would anyone want such an ugly thing like that? What was it for? After I removed my brassiere, Ms.Anderson took me by my wrist again..''Good girl..now it's time for you to have a seat..'' I was careful not to look at her as she lead me over to the very same ghastly chair I had been looking at. She told me to sit up straight as she fastened my wrist with a leather strap that was attached to the side of the horrible thing, and quickly followed with the other. Another strap was buckled around me just below my breasts, and then another around my waist. I found out why the seat was shaped as it was as she secured the straps around my thighs..it was to keep the occupant's legs open in a vulgar position. After she fastend both of my ankles, she quickly went over each strap to make sure it was secure. It slowly began to sink in that I couldn't move and was at her complete mercy..I again felt my heart pounding within my chest, harder than before. I had the same feeling I get before mid-terms, but this was at least twenty times worse. I felt her hands upon my shoulders as she stood behind me..I just stared at the cinder-block wall in front of me as she spoke...''You needn't worry dear...no permanent harm will come to you, as long as you co-operate with me''. It really didn't occur to me how I could do otherwise, being in my current predicament. She started to slowly rub some oil into my shoulders and upper arms, and it was the last thing I was expecting..it really felt good, but the fact that I was nearly nude and in tight bondage didn't help ease my mind any. She progressed towards my breasts,and I could feel her breath upon my neck as she gently kneaded my C-cups. She went over my shoulders again, with her fingernails barely touching the skin. It was obvious she was enjoying this, and what disgusted me was that I was too,sort of. She turned her attention to my nipples and began to tweak each one with two fingers..with each pinch being harder than the last. I let out a yelp when it really began to hurt. She stopped and went over to a nearby bureau that I could barely see in my peripheral. I heard her open and close a drawer, and then she returned with a pair of metal things with a small spring..I soon found out what they were, as she streched out my right nipple and attached the clamp. I felt the pain immediately surge through my body..it hurt so much, but I only let out a deep gasp..it was like I was in shock or something...I was too mortified to scream.The other one was clamped in the same manner, and now the pain washed over me completely. I instictively threw my head back and shut my eyes tightly, writhing in vain against the wrist straps. ''I can make them worse dear..simply a matter of adjustment..''she said as she attached a small metal weight to each clamp. Standing behind me again, she slowly carressed my shoulders and told me that the pain would slowly subside.''I know they hurt, dear..just concentrate on breathing through your nose and try to be calm''. I did as she said, and she was right...the pain slowly became a dull throb...it wasn't exactly comfortable, but wasn't as bad as it was at first.
She moved to the front of the chair and began to rake her fingernails lightly over my thighs, occasionally tapping the dangling weights with her finger..I knew she enjoyed seeing my reaction when she did that, despite her cold demeanor. As much as I wanted to deny it, her fingernails really felt good, and my body was begining to react, even if my mind wasn't. There was no way I could hide the moisture that was so evident on my gray cotton undies, so it was embarrasing to say the least.''So I see ...you are just as I had thought, you vile little slut!''. I was angered by her insult and mindlessly snapped back at her, but regretted it as soon as I did.'' So.......'' she said, scowling at me ..''You like to talk back ,do you ? Well, I have something most appropriate for you ...''. She went to the bureau and returned with a red-ball looking thing with a thin strap and buckle..she stuffed the ball firmly within my mouth and pulled the strap tightly behind my head.''I'm very disappointed with your lapse in manners, young lady, but I will correct you soon enough...'' She held the back of the chair with one hand and released a latch that collapsed the chair where the seat met the back..before I knew it, I was staring up at the ceiling as Ms.Anderson towered above me. She reached down and removed one of the clamps, squeezing my swollen nipple with her fingers and brigning a new rush of pain across me.'' Your little nipples must be nice and sore by now...just in time for your next lesson....''
(To Be Continued).......