The Thai Maid

The Thai Maid (F/F, M/F, D/s, BD, Humiliation, Enema, WaterSports, Interracial, Toys, Consensual) by victoria.vixen 2005 ================================================================================ The Thai Maid Chapter 1 - Victoria attempts to dominate her Thai maid ================================================================================ The Thai Maid Chapter 1 Part 1 ================================================================================ "Miss have pink asshole."

A voice giggles.

Again, "Miss have pink asshole."

I'm groggy and confused, waking from what feels like a very deep sleep. I blink my eyes: where am I? I move my hand to brush my hair out of my face -- but I can't move my hand...

As I wake up, I find I am restrained, face down on my four poster bed. My hands are pulled down between my legs and tied to my ankles, my legs are pulled up under my body, my face is in a pillow and my bottom is in the air. I am naked, hog tied, and dizzy. Behind me, I hear the voice of my Thai maid, Bee, laughing, "Miss have pink asshole," and she swats my bottom.

How did I get here?

The Thai Maid Chapter 1 Part 2 - Saturday ================================================================================ Last year my boyfriend and I moved to Bangkok; he works for one of those big corporations you've all heard of, and I decided to move with him for the fun of it. Thailand is a beautiful country. The food is delicious, the cost of living is cheap, and the people are lovely.

Not long after moving to Bangkok my boyfriend, let's call him X, hired a Thai maid named Bee. She is a beauty: petite curvy body, long black hair, full lips, and large dark eyes you could lose yourself in.

Ladies, you should know right now: Bangkok is a wrecker of relationships and marriages. Thai girls go crazy for "farang" (foreign) men. Whether out of genuine attraction, or whether they assume all foreigners are rich, I don't honestly know. I knew Bee could be trouble from the moment I laid eyes on her, but she was sweet natured and shy -- she spoke very little English -- and since my boyfriend was paying the bills I let him pick the help.

Bee was a live-in maid who worked Monday through Saturday, and took Sundays off. She cooked, cleaned, and kept the household running. If you've ever been to a Thai house and wondered what the unmarked door is near an apartment's front door, it's the maid's room: basic and small, but clean and comfortable with its own entrance to our apartment (through the kitchen). This is where Bee lived.

X loved to have her wear a French maid's outfit while she worked -- a Thai maid in a French outfit, complete with black pumps. Men are so obvious. X spoke Thai well for his business (I had not bothered to learn more than a few words) and I assumed that they talked. Sometimes I suspected X was sleeping with Bee, but when would he have the opportunity? I was around during the day while he was at work.

One Saturday morning I woke up late and came to the sun room for breakfast. X was reading the paper, drinking his coffee, and grinning broadly. Where was Bee? Why was X smiling? And whose feet were sticking out from underneath the breakfast table?!? As I came closer, I could hear the clear sounds of Bee sucking X from under the table.

Play it cool, I thought, and sat down across the table from X. "Good morning," he said.

Before we go any further, and before you discard this story in disbelief, you should understand something about X: he is one of those very wealthy, very handsome men who is used to having his way with business and with women. He is usually faithful to me, but sometimes he pulls stunts to remind me that we are not married and that I have little claim to him. I've never believed men are inherently monogamous, and as long as I don't rise to his bait these incidents are best forgotten as childish outbursts.

Back to the story: I drank my coffee, read part of the paper, and permitted myself to peak under the table only once. I could see the back of Bee's head bobbing up and down in X's lap. Even more intriguing though was her bottom. Bunched up as she was under the table, the short maid's dress was not enough to cover her modesty, and a black thong clove the twin halves of a quivering peach.

Her ass was breathtaking. While I consider myself straight, I am capable of appreciating beautiful women, and here was a bottom worth appreciating! I half considered reaching under the table to stroke Bee's bum, but X grunted and grabbed the back of her head. He was clearly finished, and she swallowed him without noise or complaint. After a moment, she stood up from under the table, smoothed her dress, and wiped her lips. "Good morning Miss," she said as she cleared the breakfast dishes. She went to make freshly squeezed orange juice, as she does every morning to finish breakfast.

As if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, X leaned across the table and kissed my forehead. "So," he said, "I'm going away on business for a few days. Let's spend the day in bed."

We did, and he reminded me why I turn a blind eye to his occasional indiscretions: he fucks me so hard and so well. As I sucked him off one last time before going to bed, I couldn't help wonder about Bee's mouth: was it as soft as mine? Could she suck him as well as I could? Is that all she had done for him?

The Thai Maid Chapter 1 Part 3 - Sunday ================================================================================ Sunday morning X caught a taxi for his trip, and I resolved to remind Bee of her place. Let's be clear: it's one thing to let a boyfriend have his fun from time to time, but you simply must establish that the other woman will always be the outside party, a subservient second. That afternoon, I went to Patpong, Bangkok's night-life district.

Patpong is a crowded strip packed with dancers, hucksters, and prostitutes. The sights and smells are pungent, and as you walk the sidewalks you can't help but peek into the open doors of the strip clubs and shops. If that's not enough, touts constantly approach farangs, men and women alike, with pamphlets composed of broken Thai English listing the acts performed behind closed doors -- my favorites being "pussy smoke cigarette" (which I have had the pleasure to witness) and "pussy shoot ping pong ball" (which, sadly, I have not). Anything under the sun related to sex can be found in Patpong, and I discretely slipped into a sex toy shop to buy a toy for my dear, tiny Bee and her naughty round bottom.

The Thai Maid Chapter 1 Part 4 - Monday ================================================================================ At breakfast the next morning, I set a shiny new silicone butt plug on the table. Bee was a few minutes late preparing breakfast and didn't notice the plug right away, but when she did her eyes widened a bit and she blushed.

"Bee," I said, "please bring me a stick of butter."

Bee knew this was unusual; I seldom take butter or bread with breakfast, preferring instead to eat the local fruits to keep my figure. Smiling and giggling, she retrieved a stick of butter from the refrigerator and placed it on a dish on the table.

Reader, have you ever met a young Thai woman? Smiling, laughing, and blushing can just as often signal discomfort or embarrassment as happiness, and Bee, like many women from her culture, can be very hard to read. I have no idea if she knew what I had in mind for her, but I slowly finished breakfast, letting the butter soften in the heat, and asked her to clear the table.

She removed the dishes and my glass, but when she started to remove the dish of butter I touched her hand quickly and said "No Bee, leave that." I touched the butt plug. "Do you know what this is Bee?"

"Miss?" she said, and blushed.

"Do you know what this is," I asked her again, a bit more forcefully.

"Plug, Miss," she whispered, and looked away.

"And what does it plug, Bee?" I asked.

She mumbled something I couldn't hear, and so I asked her again. This time, she looked me in the eye and said, "Asshole, Miss." It's a funny thing about young Thai women: even if they don't speak much English they know all of the roughest words for the body parts.

"For whose bottom, Bee?" I asked.

She shrugged her shoulders. "Don't know Miss."

I pushed my chair away from the table. "Sit on my lap and I'll tell you, Bee."

She sat down and I gently touched her face with my hands, her rounded hips pressing into my thighs. I looked her in the eye and on impulse, I kisser her deeply. Bee was not the first woman I have kissed, but her lips were by far the softest. Her mouth was so yielding, so moist, and she moaned a bit. I whispered in her ear, "The plug is for you Bee. Now stand up and turn around."

"Yes Miss," she said. She stood, expressionless, and faced away from me.

"Lean across the table Bee," I said, "but keep your feet on the ground." As she leaned over the table her short maid's dress rode up over her cheeks, and for the second time I was simply stymied by the beauty of her bottom. The thong was so narrow that it didn't entirely cover her anus; I could just make out the radial crinkles peeking around the edges of the fabric. I pulled her thong down over the round cheeks to her ankles and she whimpered a bit.

"Hand me the butter, Bee," I said, and she passed the dish of butter back to me. Many years before, X had put me through a similar scene with a set of beads to introduce me to the delights of butter and I intended to pay it forward.

I took the butter in one hand, and spread her cheeks with the other. Bee didn't squeeze her cheeks together tightly, but she didn't relax or open them for me either. I rubbed the stick of butter first up and down the crack of her bottom, and then in small circles around her most secret and shameful spot, greasing it for the plug. I paused for a moment in surprise: Bee had a light brown anus, beautiful and puckered, hairless and tight, just two shades darker than her skin. I don't know why I was taken aback; I guess I thought everyone's anus was pink like mine. Bee was motionless, and made no sound.

"Now hand me the plug Bee," and she did. I rubbed the tip of the plug between her legs and brought it to my lips to see if she were wet. She was -- but only just a bit.

And now I must make a confession to the reader, even though it brings me some shame: I didn't care very much whether she was wet or not. Looking back on it, there's no way I can say that Bee consented to what I did next -- she knew that at any time I could have her fired. But at the time I was annoyed at her for sucking off my boyfriend while living under our roof, and equally entranced by her exquisite bottom. I am embarrassed to tell this story as a white woman invading an innocent and powerless brown rosebud, but that it precisely what I did:

I took the tip of the plug and held it against her lubricated anus. I said, "Ask for it Bee."

She said, "Miss."

That was all she could muster, not "No Miss," not "Please Miss," and certainly not "Plug me Miss." But that was enough for me: "Miss."

With that, I pushed the tip of the plug past her anus and with one slow, firm motion pressed the entire plug into her bottom. She made no sound, but winced slightly only when the thickest part of the plug pushed past her ring before seating itself between her cheeks.

"You like it don't you Bee," I said. "Sluts like it up the ass."

No response.

"Stay there, Bee, and don't move," I said. I stepped out of the room, and returned a minute later with our old-fashioned Polaroid camera. X and I sometimes liked to take pictures of each other when we made love, and always used the Polaroid for fear that digital pictures would turn up on the internet.

I stood in front of the table and took a picture of Bee's face, flat and angry, staring at the camera. I stuck the picture to the refrigerator, put the camera down, and walked around behind Bee again.

I touched her between her legs with my finger this time, and she was still a bit wet, but just barely. I took a moment to appreciate the site: beautiful Bee, bent over the table, thong at her ankles, dress pushed up her back, and a plug planted firmly between her glorious cheeks. "Stand up Bee, and pull up your panties," I said.

She did, and I could see that her face was red and her eyes were moist, although she was not yet crying. The scene had not played out exactly as I had imagined it and I felt a bit cruel. Still, I pressed ahead. "You may continue with your duties Bee."

As she did each morning after breakfast, she squeezed several oranges and brought me a glass of fresh juice. Her usual graceful gait was altered by the plug in her bottom.

As I drank the juice, I said, "I will remove the plug for you when you've finished cleaning the kitchen Bee."

"Yes Miss," she said. She nodded her head, and walked away, the plug a hidden reminder of my attempted dominance.

When the kitchen was clean, Bee sullenly presented herself by turning around and bending over. I pushed her thong aside and gently pulled out the plug.

"While X is out of town, please see to it that the plug and a stick of butter are sitting on the table each morning when I come to breakfast. That will be all," I said, and handed her the plug.

I felt a bit embarrassed, and gave Bee the afternoon off.

That night I tossed and turned and had trouble sleeping. As I lay in bed alone and touched myself, I thought of the morning's events. Even with Bee's astonishing beauty, the scene felt more clinical than sexy. For all the pleasure Bee had taken from it, she might as well have visited the proctologist. I had taken her body, but not her spirit, and I resolved to make things sexier tomorrow, or at least have more fun trying.

The Thai Maid Chapter 1 Part 5 ? Tuesday ================================================================================ The next morning, Bee was a few minutes early for breakfast, and seemed in a much better mood.

"Good morning Miss," she said, and even smiled. The butt plug and the dish of butter were on the table next to my breakfast, and when she noticed me eyeing them she blushed and giggled.

She seemed anxious for me to hurry up with breakfast, and as soon as she had cleared the dishes she bent over the table without my even asking. Quickly, she pulled up her dress and pulled down her thong, her sweet bottom laid bare for the taking.

"My God," I thought, "maybe she really did enjoy herself yesterday and was ashamed to admit it." I pushed away yesterday's concerns about Bee as politically-correct worrying, and told Bee to hand the butter to me.

She did, and after doing so she placed her hands on her cheeks and spread them for me! God, I was almost delirious with excitement. I caught my breath, and said "Wider Bee."

She moaned and said, "Yes Miss."

Spreading her cheeks as widely as she comfortably could, she exposed her pussy and anus to the light and the air and my horny, horny eyes. I took a moment to look at her again: she was so clean.

The fleshy halves of her peach were pulled apart by her slender fingers, and her skin was light and free of blemishes. A small patch of hair at the top of her sex was the only hair she had below her waist. Bee had one of those beautiful self-contained pussies with tight lips and a clit that wasn't too hidden. The crack of her cheeks from the small of her back and the slit of her sex were like two intersecting lines that met in a bull's eye at her anus.

Her hygiene was so good, she smelled so fresh, and she was so turned on that I couldn't help myself: for the first time in my life I leaned forward and placed a brief, light kiss squarely on another woman's anus. As beautiful and sweet as her pucker was, I kissed it lightly but could not muster the courage to push my tongue past her rim. She pushed back to meet my face, and I briefly thought If I'm dominating her, she should be kissing my ass...

I pulled my face away and when I drew a circle around her anus with the tip of the butter, she again pushed herself back to meet my hand. And this time -- this time I could smell her sex intensely. I leaned forward again and lightly traced my tongue along the length of her pussy, stopping at the top to press my lips to her clit as she moaned. After a moment, I said, "Hand the plug to me, Bee."

She did, and I felt a tingle between my legs as I said, "Ask for it Bee."

"Please, Miss," Bee whimpered.

"Please what Bee?"

"Please Miss, plug my asshole, plug my -- oh!" she stopped short and gasped as I pushed the tip of the plug past her ring. As with the day before, I did not hesitate. With gentle but steady force I pushed the plug up her ass, and stroked her pussy with my free hand. She pressed herself back onto the plug and with a silent pop it planted itself firmly between her cheeks. She squirmed, and I pumped the plug back and forth ever so slightly.

"You like it don't you Bee," I said.

"Yes Miss!" she whispered.

"How do sluts like it, Bee?" I asked.

"Up the ass Miss!" she said, squirming with apparent pleasure.

"Your my little Thai slut aren't you Bee?" I demanded, getting carried away.

"Yes Miss!" exclaimed Bee.

I pumped the plug once more. For a moment I stroked her dripping sex, and she seemed closed to climaxing, but suddenly she stood up and said, "Miss, must get juice."

"Of course Bee," I said. "You certainly are eager to serve with a plug up your ass." She blushed in response.

As I read a glossy magazine, she prepared my orange juice. When she brought it to the table, I thanked her, and said, "You seemed to enjoy that Bee. I think I have big plans for you today."

Bee laughed, openly and happily, in a way I'd almost never seen her laugh. No modesty, just a free and easy, almost American, laugh.

She began to clean the kitchen as I finished the juice. Wild thoughts were racing through my head -- she was so turned on by her submission that I knew I could make her my pleasure toy for the day, or the week, or the month. Pushing modesty aside, I decided to touch myself in front of Bee right there at the breakfast table. As she watched, I masturbated and fantasized about her serving me sexually, tonguing me, kissing me, touching me, rubbing me, all the while with the plug firmly planted between her cheeks. I climaxed easily with a moan, and she seemed astonished by the display.

I felt exhausted and sleepy after climaxing; maybe I hadn't had enough sleep night before?

"Bee," I said, "I'm going back to bed for a while. Don't remove the plug until I come back out and I will remove it for you. You are not to take it out yourself under any circumstances. Do you understand?"

"Yes Miss," Bee giggled, and I could see she was flush with sexual tension. I stumbled a bit on my way into the bedroom, the room was spinning, and I decided that a nap was just what I needed, right away, so sleepy...

The Thai Maid Chapter 1 Part 6 ================================================================================ "Miss have pink asshole."

A voice giggles. Again, "Miss have pink asshole."

I'm groggy and confused, waking from what feels like a very deep sleep. I blink my eyes: where am I? I move my hand to brush my hair out of my face -- but I can't move my hand... As I wake up, I find I am restrained, face down on my four poster bed. My hands are pulled down between my legs and tied to my ankles, my legs are pulled up under my body, my face is in a pillow and my bottom is in the air. I am naked, hog tied, and dizzy. Behind me, I hear the voice of my Thai maid, Bee, laughing, "Miss have pink asshole," and she swats my bottom.

How did I get here? Why was I so groggy?

What was the last thing I did? Kissed her ass? No... plugged her bottom? No... drank the orange juice?

And then it came to me -- Bee must have slipped Rohypnol, the "date rape" drug, or something similar into my juice when she made it that morning! As with sex, any kind of drug is available in Patpong and Bee must have found some pills when I gave her the afternoon off yesterday.

I shook my head to clear the cobwebs, but that was about as much as I could move; I was securely bound with what felt like leather straps, and angry. I looked at Bee, and she stood next to the bed in her maid's outfit, but with a new addition: a huge blue strap-on dildo hung from her waist, peeking from beneath the front of her dress, lewdly swinging to and fro.

"Bee," I said, "stop this now! Untie me!"

But all Bee said in response was, "Miss, the plug."

"What Bee?" I asked.

She kissed me gently, and whispered in my ear, "The plug Miss."

She slowly turned, swinging the strap-on in front of her, lifted her dress, pulled down her thong, and stuck out her bottom. The base of the plug mocked me from between her cheeks. My words from earlier that morning came back to me:

"Don't remove the plug until I come back out and I will remove it for you. You are not to take it out yourself under any circumstances. Do you understand?"

Poor, wicked, literal-minded Bee wagged her plugged bottom in my face and laughed. "Big plans for Miss today, big plans..."

The Thai Maid Chapter 2 - The Maid turns the tables on Victoria - Tuesday ================================================================================ It's funny the little details you notice when you are bound and naked. My bedroom's ceiling fan spun lazily, pushing cool air around the room, the breeze reminding me that my bottom was exposed and up in the air. My Thai maid, Bee, stood by the bed, wagging her pretty brown bottom next to my head. Face down, my head was turned awkwardly to look at Bee, who had just reminded me that I made her promise not to take the plug out by herself.

Bee giggled and turned to face me. The blue dildo strapped to her waist was so big it looked as if it swung around seconds after Bee did, but I'm sure I was imagining things. She stroked my hair, and whispered in my ear, "Miss so pretty. Miss have pretty pink asshole."

I twitched my head to shrug off Bee as best I could, but she just giggled again. Sitting on the bed next to me, she reached back and traced a finger along the length of my pussy... oh... and brought a wet finger back up to my face. "Vicky horny, no?" she said.

"No Bee! I am not," I lied. The truth was I was very angry, very humiliated, but very turned on. "Wait," I said, "what did you call me?"

"Vicky," Bee said, and looked me straight in the eye. (I think "Victoria" might have been too much for her).

"Bee," I said angrily, "you will call me Miss! Now untie me this instant."

"No Vicky. You call Bee Miss," she said, and stroked my hair again.

This was too much. "Bee, if you untie me right now I'll remove that plug," I said, trying to sound confident.

Bee's face went flat and expressionless. Sitting on the bed, she lifted a haunch and reached around behind her. With a slight grimace, she pulled the plug out of her bottom and held it up, glistening, slick, and clean. "Vicky, call Bee Miss."

"No Bee! Now obey me and untie me!" I shouted.

Again, Bee said quietly, "Call Bee Miss." This time she waved the butt plug in the air to emphasize her point.

"What are you going to do, Bee, put the plug in my bottom? You wouldn't dare!" I said, in the iciest tone I could muster.

I started to demand yet again that she untie me, but quick as a whip, and before I could react, Bee popped the plug into me -- not in my ass, but into my open mouth! Yuck! I spit it out instantly onto the bed and yelled, "That's enough Bee!"

Undaunted and unsmiling, Bee picked the plug up and pressed it to my lips. I closed my mouth tightly, pressing my lips together as hard as I could. It was the only struggle I could manage, because my wrists were still bound to my ankles. Bee pinched my nose shut and waited for a moment until I gasped for air, and then slipped the narrow end of the plug past my lips and forced all but the base into my mouth. With her left hand, she held the plug in place and with her right hand she held the back of my head still, pressing it into the pillow.

I struggled, gagging once, and tried to calm down, sucking air through my nostrils. Thankfully the plug was not very big, but still filled my mouth with silicone. Bee relaxed her grip on my head, but only a bit, and smiled again. "Vicky likes the plug," she said.

Oh God, how can I admit this to the Reader, or even to myself? The truth is, a part of me did like the plug in my mouth. Bee's bottom was so beautiful and so clean, so tight and so brown, just thinking that the plug had rested in her ass since I planted it there earlier that morning drove me mad with desire. Bee rocked the plug in my mouth gently, and I sucked it like I would suck a cock. The plug was damp, and tasted a bit sour from her body, but was otherwise clean. I marveled again at her hygiene, and prayed she wouldn't command me to worship her ass -- I would have a hard time saying no.

She said, yet again: "Call Bee Miss."

I shook my head no as much as I could. Bee whispered, "You spit plug when you say Miss," and nibbled the back of my neck. I took her to mean that as soon as I was ready to call her "Miss," I could spit the plug out. Again, I shook my head no. Bee shrugged her shoulders and got up off the bed, leaving the plug propped against a pillow still filling my mouth. She walked out of the room and was gone for a moment. I could hear her looking for something in the kitchen.

She returned a minute later with our old-fashioned Polaroid camera.

Instantly I spit out the plug and shouted, "No! Bee! Put that camera away." Bee simply ignored me and walked around behind me to the end of the bed. I couldn't turn my head far enough to see her, but I could hear her giggling and snapping pictures. I could only imagine what my backside looked like with me trussed like a turkey. I got very angry and said some terrible things to Bee, which I will not repeat here. Bee continued to ignore me and popped the plug back in my mouth, taking a picture quickly before I could spit it out again.

I started to cry. Bee stroked my hair and said, "Shhhh... Vicky, shhh..." Softly, she kissed my shoulder. After a gentle nibble, she moved her lips to the top of my spine, and kissed me so delicately that my skin tightened with chills. As she slowly worked her way down my spine, kissing and nibbling and cooing, I could sometimes feel the weight of the fake blue cock bounce against my skin. When her lips arrived at the top of my crack, I moaned, still crying a bit, but so very, very aroused.

I could no longer see her, but could feel her presence directly behind me. She kissed one cheek, and then the other, and I waited, hoping to feel her moist kitten's tongue between my cheeks, but she denied me the pleasure I had given her earlier that morning -- after all, she remembered who was serving whom. Bypassing my anus, she gently licked my labia.

I don't think I've ever been more wet in my life, and she giggled, I assume at the ample evidence of my state of mind. Kissing, licking, and nibbling my pussy, she traced her fingers up and down my spine and around the cheeks of my ass, occasionally drifting over the pucker of my anus but never pressing entry. After a moment, she gripped one cheek with each hand and pressed both thumbs between my cheeks while she licked my pussy. A few minutes of this and I came gently, all the while moaning and sucking the plug in my mouth.

I could feel Bee lift herself, and she let the weight of the squishy blue dildo rest against my tailbone. Drawing her body back slightly, she let the dildo slide down between my cheeks until it came to rest against my anus, a heavy presence waiting for the opportunity to intrude.

Oh no, I thought, it's too big. I can't take it there; she'll split me in two!

Bee pressed the issue a bit, leaning into my body so the head of the intruder pushed against my anus. I whimpered and tried to relax, unable to move because of the restraints. She pulled my cheeks apart and leaned into me again, the dry blue head pressing my ring back into my body, my anus not opening at all. Bee had not lubed my bottom with anything: not with spit, not with my juice, not with KY, and not with butter. I had no idea how I could accept the dildo without something to slick me down. I couldn't decide whether to squeeze my bottom as hard as I could in an attempt to keep the dildo out, or relax and try to let her take me. Bee pressed again, and I could feel my ring buckling under the weight of the monster. Oh God, this was it -- I could not stand it...

Bee whispered, and I could hear the determination in her voice, "Vicky, call Bee Miss. You serve Bee."

Utterly defeated, I spit the plug out and cried, "Miss! Miss! Miss! Miss! Oh God, please let me be your maid! Please Miss, please!"

The Thai Maid Chapter 3 - Victoria is photographed in maid's outfit - Wednesday ================================================================================ The Thai Maid Chapter 3 Part 1 ================================================================================ I woke with the first light of the day. My room was hotter and more cramped than normal, and for a moment I was disoriented. My bed was small, just a plain double bed instead of the luxurious four poster to which I was accustomed. A full length mirror hung on the wall opposite the bed, and a door led to a tiny bathroom. A small dressing table in one corner, an armoire in another. On a small nightstand sat a butt plug...

A butt plug! In a rush the last few days came back to me. I had attempted to dominate my Thai maid, Bee, after catching her sucking my boyfriend, X, under the breakfast table. When X left on business the next day, I forced Bee to wear a butt plug -- the very same plug now sitting on the nightstand -- and told her I'd turn her into a slut. The first time Bee seemed resentful, but the next day when she took the plug in her bottom she seemed eager, even spreading her cheeks for me and asking for it. I should have known better, but I thought I had turned her. Instead, she drugged my orange juice and I woke up trussed like a turkey with my face in a pillow and my bottom in the air -- in my own bedroom! Bee made me suck on her freshly removed butt plug while she threatened to pillage my unlubricated bottom with a huge blue dildo if I wouldn't call her "Miss." What could I do after such humiliation? I called her "Miss" and begged her to let me be her maid!

Readers, did you reach the end of Chapter Two with your finger on your clit (or your cock in your hand) only to be frustrated by a cliffhanger? Is that naughty of me? Did you really think Bee -- cruel, funny, sexy, slutty, innocent, beautiful, crafty Bee -- would impale me with her monstrous dong without taking the time to lubricate my bum? I know I feared she would, which is why I agreed to be her maid. But Bee's bark is (sometimes) worse than her bite, and when I promised to serve her and call her "Miss" she laughed and clapped her hands, and smacked my bottom.

"Oh Vicky," she said -- and it still grated my ears to hear her call my name after many months of calling me "Miss" -- "Oh Vicky, such big plans for you! Such big plans for your pretty pink asshole!" I blushed, and sighed with pleasure and relief as she slipped the head of the dildo from my ass to my pussy lips and began to press forward.

Ladies, you will know this to be true, and Men, you should listen up:

When a Man decides to take an interest in your ass, he'll bang you between the cheeks all night long and absolutely forget you even own a pussy. The best that you can hope for is he'll usually tell you to masturbate yourself while he pumps away in your ass, the better to give him a visual thrill or a power trip, I suppose. But a Woman, ah, when a Woman takes an interest in your ass she will never forget you have a pussy, because she has one too, and she knows the cardinal rule:

The way to a woman's ass is through her pussy!

Bee made love to my pussy with her blue dong for an hour, slow sweet love that made me cum and cum, sliding it in and stretching my sex inch by inch until I was ready for its length and girth to pump gently in and out of my pussy. Bee fucked me so sweetly and so long that I babbled on and on, praising her for her beauty, thanking her for fucking me, praising her for her nastiness -- she had bought the dildo and the bondage gear on her afternoon off when she decided to turn the tables and I couldn't help but fantasize about the other toys she might have for me -- and thanking her again and again for making me cum. I made a dozen different promises, all revolving around serving her, yes, calling her Miss, yes I promise, trading places with her so I would live in her maid's room and wear her clothes and make her breakfast and stuff her plug up my ass each and every morning I promise and she would live in my room and sleep in my huge bed, yes, yes, oh yes I promise, and most of all promising to worship her ass begging her to let me kiss her sweet brown bottom and lick her tight pussy if she would only give me the chance, anything anything anything for her -- except for the blue dildo up my ass, oh anything other than being reamed by that beast. By the time she finished making love to my pussy I was spent, and when she finally removed my leather cuffs and released me I collapsed on the bed.

Back in the small room, it came to me: this was the maid's room. This was where Bee normally slept, but I had agreed to trade places with her and serve as her maid -- or however else she wanted to use me. I got out of bed and into the shower. My pussy was still a bit tender from the banging I took the day before. I lathered myself slowly, enjoying my body, and washed every inch. I then dried off and squat over the bidet; the warm water squirting my backside felt lovely, and I wanted to be as clean for Bee as she had been for me. I noticed a large medicine cabinet in the bathroom, but although I was tempted I couldn't bring myself to open it and look through Bee's personal effects without first asking her permission. Finally, I put on a dark red lipstick and stepped out of the bathroom.

I stood in front of the full length mirror and admired my physique. When someone wants to possess you as Bee wanted to possess me, you can see yourself through your lover's eyes. Is it conceited to tell you I liked what I saw? I'm a swimmer, and I work to perfect my physique, toned and firm everywhere but hard nowhere except for my flat stomach. I lifted my breasts and looked at them in the mirror: two full globes looked back at me. I've always wished I were a D cup, but I think my breasts are just right for my slender waist.

Keyra Agustina's radiant butt. I turned away from the mirror and looked over my shoulder. After my face or my eyes, my ass is probably my best feature: round, firm, and heart shaped, my cheeks flair out dramatically from my waist. When I go to the gym, I constantly do squats and lunges before swimming to firm up my God-given glutes. I could see why Bee would want to have it.

I stretched, touching my toes. My hair fell past my face, and I could smell it freshly shampooed and still damp from the shower. I spread my feet a bit, and put my hands on my cheeks. Slowly I pulled myself open and looked at my anus in the mirror. It was pink and tight; Bee had laughed at me when she first saw it: "Miss have pink asshole!" -- my pink looking so different than her brown. I stood up and opened the armoire. There hung Bee's French maid outfit.

I took it off the hanger and looked at it. At 5'7", I'm several inches taller than Bee, and my breasts are much larger. I wondered if I could fit into it? Holding it up to my body, I thought I could at least try. I stepped into the short dress and pulled the outfit up over my thighs and my hips. I then slipped my arms into the short sleeves and tried to button up the low-cut white front; I couldn't button the top button. Finally, I tied the short white apron around my waist. I looked in the mirror again. What appeared risqué on Bee looked positively lewd on me, the difference between a dress being "merely tight" and "painted on." Where the dress mostly hid Bee's modesty unless she bent over, my ass cheeks were half exposed even when I stood up straight. My breasts spilled out over the low cut top, and the waist was cinched tightly, accentuating my hourglass figure. I didn't bother with underwear, but for shoes I put on a pair of high heel alligator-skin Manolos that Bee had moved from my closet to the maid's. I looked over my shoulder once more; the high heels toned my legs and turned my ass up a bit. All the better to receive whatever Bee offered.

I took the butt plug from the night stand and walked out into the kitchen to prepare breakfast before Bee awoke. In the adjacent sun room, I saw a note on the table, in Bee's loopy handwriting: "Miss can plug." Bee's English was just not good, and I wondered what she meant by that. Did she want me to leave the plug on the table? Or did she want me to put the plug in myself? I got a dish of butter while I thought about it -- and stopped short at the refrigerator.

On Monday, I had posted the picture of Bee's face, angry and defiant, while she wore my plug in her bottom. But last night Bee had added the four or five Polaroids she took of me to the refrigerator door. Here was an image of my ass in the air, my hands bound to my feet, and my pussy visibly damp even in the low quality Polaroid. There was another image of my face, sucking on Bee's butt plug and looking surprised.

Then I understood: Bee wanted me to submit willingly to her. When she took the Polaroids I assumed she would use them to blackmail me into committing shameful acts, but here they all were on the refrigerator, where I could throw them away if I wanted! Bee knew my submission would be complete, and all the more humiliating, if made of my own free will. After all, I could still fire her. My heart filled with anxiety and longing: all I wanted was to please and serve her. I found a red writing pen in a nearby drawer and took a Polaroid off the fridge. I wrote carefully on it for a moment, then put it back on the fridge and surveyed my handiwork.

I had picked the Polaroid with the clearest view of my bottom and my open cheeks. It looked as if Bee might have been standing right over my rump when she took the shot. I had carefully drawn a circle around my anus, and an arrow pointing to it, followed by the words in block capital letters:

The Thai Maid Chapter 3 Part 2 ? Miss, Insert Plug Here ================================================================================ I hated to disappoint Bee and wanted to get it right. I decided she must want me to put the plug in myself. Without waiting, I took the stick of butter, squat down, and rubbed it against my anus. I thought back to several years ago, the first time X had fucked my ass with a stick of butter: if he had never done that, I might not have been so quick to lube Bee with the butter this week in my attempt to dominate her. If I had not failed in my attempt to dominate Bee, she might not have decided to make me her servant, and I might not be standing alone in my kitchen rubbing a stick of butter against my anus, hoping for some attention from my Miss. Such are the connections in life.

I put a foot up on the chair and with some hesitation reached around to feel my anus with a finger. As much as I love anal stimulation by another, I haven't actually touched myself in that spot very many times in my life, maybe out of the sense that it's indecent? I probed the rim of my ass, and the finger slipped in easily. I decided to apply a bit more butter for safety, and licked the butt plug for good measure. How to put it in? I decided I should insert it as if my Miss were watching, so I leaned over the table and pulled my cheeks apart with one hand and held the tip of the plug against my bottom with the other.

Well, here goes nothing, I thought, and pushed the plug up my ass all in one motion, slowly but firmly just as I had done to Bee. OUCH! My asshole was ringing from the popping sensation as the largest point of the plug passed my anus and the base rested snugly against my skin. God that hurt! My eyes watered a bit, and I wondered how Bee could take that without flinching. I stood up, and as my ass adjusted to the plug the stretching discomfort was replaced by a pleasant fullness. I waddled to the kitchen to make breakfast.

The smell of food brought Bee out into the sunroom. "Good morning Miss," I said.

Bee smiled, "Good morning Vicky." She looked me in the eye and kissed me on the lips. I saw her look for the plug on the table, and not finding it, she smiled again. To be sure, she reached around behind me and thumped the base of the plug with her thumb, which made me jump! "Good Vicky," she said.

The she noticed the altered Polaroid on the refrigerator and laughed out loud at the circle and the arrow. She clapped, and said "Show, Vicky." I walked to the table and leaned across it, lifting my cheeks for my Miss. Bee just said "Stay, Vicky," and scampered off to the bedroom.

A moment later, she returned with a tube of lipstick and the Polaroid camera. Without any warning, she gently slipped the plug out of my bottom; I jumped a bit and felt empty. She handed the plug to me and I knew what to do without being told: I put it in my mouth and sucked it like a lollipop. For the second time in two days I sucked on the strange sourness of a plug freshly plucked from an ass, but this time mine instead of Bee's. I could get used to this...

Giggling, Bee worked between my cheeks with the lipstick. I felt a strange line start at my tailbone and move downward. Then she held out her hand for the plug. I gave it one last, wet lick -- I knew she wasn't going to re-lubricate my bottom with the butter, so my saliva was all I would get this time. I slobbered on the plug, handed it to Bee, and tried to relax when she stuffed it back up my ass. I was so wet a drop of juice ran down my leg as Bee gently pumped the plug into my bottom.

Next, she lifted the camera as I pulled myself open for her and she snapped a picture. She tossed the Polaroid on the table and I watched as the image developed.

But just as abruptly as she arrived, Bee said "Going out today Vicky." She laughed, smacked my ass once, and left the apartment. I was crazy with desire: I had a well-plugged ass just dying to be pumped, a dripping wet pussy desperately needing a licking or a fucking with the blue dildo, and mad longing -- no, a love -- for my Miss. When she didn't come back an hour later I sadly pulled the plug out of my bottom, washed it, and put it on my nightstand. I wandered the house all day long, cleaning and pacing, crying, and wondering when Bee would return.

What had gotten into me? Why was I so needy? Finally, I got ready for bed, but before I went to sleep I found two items. First, I went into the master bedroom and retrieved the big blue dildo. Next, I went to the sunroom and picked up the Polaroid Bee had taken of me that morning. I got in bed and left the lights on, the heavy weight of the dildo on the bed next to me. If I couldn't have Bee I wanted a part of her near me, but I couldn't bring myself to use the dildo without her permission. I cried a bit, and looked at the Polaroid.

Here is the scene:

A room, sun-kissed by early morning light, a shapely woman bent over a table. We cannot see the woman's face, but her hair is beautiful as it cascades onto her tan shoulders. Her black maid's dress is obscenely tight, and she's holding her cheeks open for anyone to inspect. A bright red shock of lipstick traces an arrow beginning at her tailbone and ending just above her anus; her tight pink asshole itself is circled like a bull's eye, marking the spot where the base of a large pale plug rests snugly in her ass.

God I love that picture. It's the sexiest, most open shot anyone has ever taken of me. No one else will ever capture the essence of me as well as that shot does. Some day soon we will move away from Bangkok, and even if I lose the other Polaroids I imagine holding on to this one until it is faded and worn. I will keep it forever.

What could I do to prove my devotion to Bee? How could I show her my love? I ached to have her big blue dong fill my pussy the way it had yesterday. I looked at the dong, and thought about sweet, merciful Bee. My fingers had trouble closing themselves around its girth. She knew I couldn't fit that monster into my anus, even for her, and she had not forced it into my ass even when I was bound and gagged and utterly at her command. Whispering "Miss, sweet Miss," and holding the dildo, I fell asleep.

The Thai Maid Chapter 3 Part 3 - THURSDAY ================================================================================ I woke early Thursday morning, anxious to see my Miss again. I wanted to race out into the sunroom or the master bedroom and look for her, to fall at her feet and beg for her attention, but I knew I needed to be disciplined. As I did the day before, I carefully showered, washed my hair, and rinsed my bottom in the bidet. I knew Bee was fastidious about hygiene. I then put the maid's uniform back on, slipping its tight fabric up over my thighs, over my curved bottom, and buttoned the top as best I could. Finally, the high heeled shoes completed the outfit. Grasping the butt plug in one hand and the blue dildo in the other, and I stepped out into the sunroom.

"Miss?" I said quietly. "Oh Miss?"

Someone had clearly been in the sunroom either late last night or earlier this morning; two glasses sat on the table. I sat for a few minutes. Unlike yesterday, Bee had left no instructions, no note on the table. I couldn't wait anymore: I had to see my Miss. I worked up my courage and quietly entered the master bedroom.

To my shock, my boyfriend X was lounging in the bed, with Bee lazily holding his cock in her hand! My jaw dropped open and I looked on in amazement -- X had returned early from his trip and had taken my sweet Miss from me!

"Good morning Vicky," said X. He looked me up and down, drinking in the site of my curves packed into a French maid's uniform several sizes too small, and his eyes stopped at the huge dildo in my hand. He laughed at me, "God, Vicky, I never knew you were such a size queen!"

Miss giggled, but didn't even bother to say anything.

"X?" I said, still stunned. I had never dressed up in such a lewd outfit for X before, and between the butt plug, the dildo, and the maid's dress I was truly ashamed. My ears teared up and I blushed fiercely.

"Vicky, Bee has explained everything. You will call me Sir. Now go bring us breakfast in bed, and be quick about it."

The Thai Maid Chapter 4 - Victoria services her boyfriend & the Maid - Thursday ================================================================================ I stood in the kitchen, shaking with rage, and fought back my tears. In one hand, I held a butt plug. In the other, I gripped a blue dildo so large that I had trouble closing my fingers around it. A too-tight French maid's uniform squeezed my chest, my breath racing. A series of Polaroids posted on the refrigerator tells the story:

The first Polaroid showed a close-up of Bee's face, defiant, staring at the camera. I had found Bee, my Thai maid, giving head to X, my boyfriend. I decided to dominate her as punishment to remind her who was in charge, so when X left on business I bought a butt plug and forced Bee to wear it on Monday. Bee wasn't at all happy about this, and it shows in the look on her face in that first picture.

The next set of Polaroids show me -- bound against my will -- in various states of compromise. On Tuesday, Bee had pretended to submit, pretended to be eager to serve me, and pretended that she couldn't wait to wear the plug. Her eagerness when she had been so sullen the day before should have tipped me off. But I was so tantalized by plugging Bee's ass that I didn't notice when she slipped a drug in my morning juice. I woke up on my own bed, hands and feet bound by leather cuffs, my face in a pillow and my ass in the air. I demanded that Bee release me, but she simply pulled the plug out of her ass and stuck it in my mouth. One Polaroid showed me sucking the sour plug, fresh from Bee's bottom. Another Polaroid showed the plug stuck up my own backside, and in my will to serve bee I had scribbled lewd writing on it.

In my bedroom, I had yet another Polaroid, this one my most personal and prized picture. Bee had taken an image of me on Wednesday bending over the table, wearing her maid's outfit, utterly submissive. My hands held my cheeks open so Bee could get a better view of the plug she had stuffed up my ass, and a red ring of lipstick drawn by Bee circled my anus (and the plug) like a bull's eye. By then, I had fallen in love with Bee and only wished to serve her, but she left the house that morning and I pined all day in her absence, eventually going to bed alone.

I woke up this morning to discover X, my boyfriend, had returned early from his business trip and taken my dear Bee from me. He even had the nerve to tell me to call him Sir! Although now that I think about it, I didn't say no...

And what was this? A new Polaroid had been added to the collection on the refrigerator, this one of Bee sucking a cock! The shot was taken from a man's perspective -- the man in the image clearly being my boyfriend -- looking down on the fellatrix. Bee's huge, dreamy eyes stared up at the camera as her mouth stretched to fit X's cock. Had they taken this picture last night while I was sleeping? Had they taken it before X left on business?

I was so angry at X for taking Bee away from me, for telling me to call him Sir, and for the offhand way he assumed he could dominate me. Sure, he had dominated me in the past, but never in such a sneaky or casual fashion.

What should I do? What could I do? I had promised a dozen times over the past few days that I would serve Bee as her maid and call her Miss; the list of promises I made in my frenzied climaxes was probably too long to count. The only thing I had specifically told her I could not do was take the blue dildo up my bum -- it was just too big. I think she understood.

Worse than that, though, I had fallen madly in love with her. I had to be near her, I had to serve her, and right now she was serving X, so I decided I would too.

I breathed deeply, smoothed my tight skirt, and calmed down. Time to make breakfast for Sir and Miss. Leaving the big blue dong on the sunroom table, I prepared a breakfast tray for the bedroom: french toast, freshly sliced fruit, syrup, coffee, juice, a stick of butter, and the butt plug (a girl has to have her hopes after all).

As I approached the bedroom door, I could hear groaning and cooing. I straightened my back, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

"Sir? Miss?" I said. "Breakfast is ready. May I bring it in?" I thought I heard X groan in assent, so I pushed the door open.

Sometimes our eyes take in the little details and miss the big picture:

The first thing I noticed was a stick of butter in a dish on the nightstand; I had been so shocked to see X that I had overlooked it earlier. But my eyes widened as I witnessed more of the scene: X lay on his back in the bed, and Bee squatted above his midsection, straddling his body with her feet and facing away from him. I was transfixed by the sight and the sound, Bee going "oh oh oh Sir oh oh" and X groaning, Bee's taut thighs straining as she would squat and then raise herself again, squatting and lifting, squatting and lifting, the sweat on her forehead glistening in the morning light and her beautiful grimace, her petite hands -- one hand on the bed to help her balance, the other stroking her pussy -- with their beautiful and slender fingers, and finally, oh, finally, the site of X's erect cock sliding in and out from between Bee's sweet round cheeks. He was fucking her ass.

Mesmerized, I put down the tray and stood next to the bed. They both ignored me, so I knelt at the foot of the bed to watch, not knowing what to do otherwise, and longing for attention. From this angle, X's feet faced me as his toes pointed toward the ceiling. He placed his hands on Bee's ass, one hand on each cheek, and slowly pushed her up from her squatting position. The head of his cock, buttered and bright purple, popped out of Bee's anus and she cried "oh Sir! Put back in! Put back in!"

X, still with one hand on each of Bee's cheeks, placed his thumbs on her anus and pressed. His thumbs dug into her gently and firmly, and she lowered herself back down onto his cock. I watched in awe as his entire cock disappeared into her ass, as she slowly settled herself onto him, and finally, her cheeks rested squarely on his hips.

"Now bounce," he commanded.

"Yes Sir," said Bee. With both hands on the bed, she bounced her ass in his lap, his cock pistoning in and out of her anus. Their bodies smacked together and she cried "oh oh oh oh." I looked at Bee's face and wondered if she'd ever had her ass fucked this vigorously -- her beautiful features were twisted, partly from pleasure and partly from pain, and her eyes were shut tight. I could see past his muscular thighs to his balls, and as I watched them tighten and heard his breathing quicken I knew from experience he was close to cumming.

Suddenly, X grabbed Bee's hips and held her still, her ass tight against his hips. He groaned loudly as he climaxed, and Bee's eyes popped open either in surprise or delight at her impalement. X's fingers dug into Bee's soft skin as he pumped his load into her, and a beatific smile spread across Bee's face. God she was so beautiful.

Reader, I couldn't help myself: I know I wasn't invited, but I leaned over the bed to dab the perspiration of my Miss's brow. But Bee flicked my hand away, and shot me a look of annoyance. Her master was back, and I had been pushed aside.

X's breathing slowed as he recovered from his climax, and he seemed to notice me for the first time. "Ah, Vicky," he said, "You're just in time. Come lie down next to me."

"Yes Sir," I said. Crawling into bed next to X, I looked at the smooth brown skin of Bee's beautiful back.

"Isn't she lovely?" asked X.

My heart swelled in my chest and I couldn't speak, so I nodded hastily -- yes!

X again placed his hands on Bee's bottom, and gently pushed her up off his hips. His cock slipped out of her ass, and he said "Keep squatting Bee."

"Yes Sir," she said.

A merely competent servant listens to her master, and carries out each order with alacrity. But a proper servant anticipates her master's needs and carries them out without needing instruction. I looked at Bee's beautiful ass again. Each cheek was like a fine round goblet, and I knew X wanted me to drink from it. I looked him in the eye and raised an eyebrow. He simply nodded, and I slid down the bed.

"Bee," said X, "squat over Vicky's face."

Bee giggled, and said "Yes Sir."

Bee did as she was told, squatting above my face. X slipped off the bed and wandered over to the breakfast tray, turning his back to me. God, how arrogant he was.

I placed a trembling hand on each of Bee's cheeks and pried them apart. I didn't know if I could do what X wanted me to do, and I felt a knot in my stomach. Bee let her weight rest partly on my hands. Here is what I saw:

Bee's tight soft pussy smiled sideways at me and appeared wet but un-mussed. It didn't appear that X had taken her there this morning. Even so, her thighs were sticky and fragrant with her pussy juice; she had clearly enjoyed having her ass fucked. And her ass -- oh God, her ass. Her cheeks were a bit flushed from the pounding, and sweat lined her crack from the exertion. Her anus, normally tight and brown, had taken on a slight pink hue. Butter, X's favorite lubricant, was smeared around her anus and her crack; I imagine he had to work pretty hard to get his big cock up that tiny ass.

My arms were beginning to tire from holding Bee's weight, so I surrendered to the inevitable: I lowered her ass until her anus hovered directly above my eyes. I wanted to stare as closely as possible at that most intimate spot on Bee's body, to drink in her anus with my eyes before I drank it with my mouth. I then moved my head a bit and rubbed my nose against her ass, breathing as deeply as I could. God! She was so clean, how did she do it? Even after the butter, even after X's cock came and went, Bee's fresh scent filled my lungs.

On Tuesday morning, when Bee was still pretending to submit to me, I had kissed her anus on impulse, but at that time I could not bring myself to move my tongue past my lips and into her ass. That was something I had never done to another woman, but I was determined not to miss the opportunity again. I loved my Miss and wanted to worship every inch of her. I had fantasized about her body as I slept alone in my maid's room , and so I did it -- I lowered Bee's ass to my mouth, pressed my lips to her bottom and traced a circle around her anus with my tongue. God, she tasted so good. I licked her ass again; Bee made no noise in response. Didn't it feel good? Didn't she want to feel my lips pressed against her ass to see how much I loved her?

Instead, she stiffened up a bit. In management lingo, you could say that Bee "kisses up and kicks down." Now that she had her Sir back, she was happy in his arms and didn't care how I felt. First, she took her hands off the bed and let the full weight of her ass rest on my face, making it hard for me to breath. Next, she held her hands on her cheeks and pulled them apart even further, stretching her well-fucked anus and said in a harsh tone:

"Vicky, tongue my asshole."

I tried to say "Yes Miss" but her ass smothered my face, so I wasted no time: I snaked my tongue out again and pressed it directly in the center of her rosebud. I wanted to lick her inside and out. But Bee wasn't cooperating; even though she had just been fucked she was squeezing her ring tightly shut, denying me the juice she knew Sir wanted me to drink. I tried again, this time swirling my tongue around her rim without trying too hard to press in, big, flat-tongued licks combined with little darts from the tip of my tongue. This time, she moaned and sighed -- even if she was determined to be angry with me she couldn't ignore the loving attention. I could feel her anus begin to relax again, and loved the salty, earthy taste as I drove my tongue deep up her ass.

This went on for a moment, then Bee said:

"Vicky, suck my asshole."

Oh God, Readers, I am so ashamed to write this: I made a ring with my lips and formed a seal against her anus. I sucked her asshole as if I were starving. She moaned and thrashed. I pushed my tongue as deeply as I could into her, and then sucked again. I couldn't help myself: without asking permission I reached one hand around Bee's front and put my hand on her drenched pussy, only to discover that one of her hands was already there. I helped her rub herself gently, and she didn't push away the attention.

I went on eating out her asshole while we both rubbed on her pussy and clit. She rocked on my face; I can't say the smothering and the pressure were comfortable but I was crazy in love with my Miss. Rocking and sucking, rocking and sucking, stroking and sucking, moaning and sucking, Miss's anus became more and more relaxed. Her breathing hastened, hastened, hastened, until suddenly she drew all her breath in and held still.

Bang! Her orgasm hit her and she let everything out in a rush. The breath left her body, and as her pussy squeezed with pleasure her asshole twitched and relaxed and I sucked and sucked and sucked feeling it twitch against my lips until X's cum burped out of Bee's ass and into my mouth. Oh God! how to describe the incredible taste?

Readers, have you ever been to Southeast Asia? In that part of the world grows a fruit called Durian. It's smell is so objectionable that most hotels have signs forbidding guests from carrying the Durian fruit indoors. But the taste -- once you have tasted one you cannot imagine what your life was like before you tasted the Durian. People get hooked on Durian and will go to any lengths to get it.

I tasted X's cum as it sat in my mouth fresh from Bee's asshole and knew I had found my Durian. So clean, but so sour, I could not bring myself to swallow this gift from my Miss because I did not want to forget the taste.

As I savored my mouthful of cum, Bee suddenly pulled herself off me and turned around. Without warning, she lay down on top of me and kissed me deeply. She wanted to taste Sir's cum as badly as I wanted to taste her ass, and we swirled our tongues together and pressed our lips passionately, both of us swallowing and licking. Bee raised a knee and pressed her thigh between my legs; I was so wet her leg slipped, so she anchored herself on the sheets and again pressed her thigh to my pussy. Locking lips, we rocked together silently like this, both of us exploring the other's chest with our hands: Bee feeling my big white tits and tweaking their pink nipples, me feeling Bee's smaller brown tits with their tight brown nipples. I opened my eyes briefly as in a waking dream and saw my Bee, my dear sweet Miss, crying. Oh God! Did this mean she loved me as much as I loved her? I kissed the tears from her face and rocked my pussy against her thigh and came and came and came with my Miss holding me tightly...

I must have dozed off for a few minutes after climaxing, because when I woke up X was sitting at the foot of the bed, eating a piece of fruit from the breakfast tray. Bee was sitting next to him, stroking his hair. Whatever she felt for me moments before I climaxed, she had hidden it again; the Ice Princess had returned and it was if I didn't exist. I thought I'd try my luck with X instead.

I slid down to the end of the bed and gently kissed his shoulder. His cock was still limp from cumming so recently, but I thought I could fix that. I kissed his chest; he is very fit and knows I might leave him if he ever got soft. I lightly bit his nipple, got no response, and so I bit it again, harder this time. I moved my hand over to his cock, which was still a bit damp from fucking Bee's ass. "Sir," I said, "let me clean you with a wash cloth."

"No Vicky," Bee said, and pointed to his penis, "mouth."

I looked at her and wondered how many ways she was willing to humiliate me. Still, I had just sucked X's cum right out of her ass, so why couldn't I suck his cock clean?

"Yes Miss," I said, and kissed my way down his chest. I put my head in his lap, looking his flaccid cock eye to eye, as it were. Readers, have I told you he has a beautiful cock? I've been so wrapped up writing about Bee that sometimes I forget that I had a fit, smart, wealthy cocksman on my arm. I nibbled the head of his cock, and it twitched. The same sour, intoxicating taste of Durian that I got from Bee's asshole wrapped X's cock, and I loved it. Taking this as a good sign, I pressed him back on the bed and got between his legs.

Again, I looked at his cock. He doesn't shave, but he trims himself well and keeps himself clean. I took the head in my mouth, gently sucking. I could still taste Bee's asshole on my tongue and I was thrilled to complete the circle: his cock to Bee's ass, Bee's ass to my mouth, my mouth to his cock. It twitched again and started to grow. Ever since I was a teenager and gave my first blowjob, I've loved the sensation of a soft cock growing hard in my mouth; it makes me feel so powerful and sexy. I looked up and made eye contact with X, who of course was watching me. This seemed to give X an idea.

"Bee," he said, "get the plug."

"Yes Sir," Bee said, and smiled as she got the butt plug from the breakfast tray.

"Now Bee, put the plug in Vicky's ass," X said.

"Yes Sir," she said. When Bee moved to get the butter for lubricant, X said, "No Bee, that won't be necessary."

Bee laughed; she was happy to hear that she could plug my ass without butter. I think she was jealous of Sir's attention.

I could feel Bee kneel behind me, and tried to relax in preparation. X's cock was getting hard at an amazing rate. I could tell this was really turning him on. He lifted his head so he could see over my shoulder.

Bee pressed the tip of the plug against my dry anus and I flinched, but I didn't stop sucking. X said, "No Bee, not like that."

Bee said "Sir?"

X said, "You have to help her Bee."

Bee looked unsure of herself, and said "Sir?"

X said, "With your mouth Bee, with your mouth."

"Sir?!?" Bee sounded wounded.

"Bee," said X, "don't make me ask twice." He added something in Thai.

"Yes Sir," said Bee, and sighed. I kept sucking cock, but my heart was racing. I tried to stay calm, but jumped a bit when the top of Bee's warm tongue touched my anus. Oh.... I moaned around X's cock. Bee licked again, and I was mad with desire. I wished I could take a Polaroid of this moment like she had done to me!

I felt her pull away from my ass briefly. She spit on my asshole and smacked one cheek, hard! I cried out a bit -- that hurt! And it seemed so disrespectful, like something straight from a porn movie. She spit again, and spanked the other cheek.

"Kiss it Bee," X growled, and Bee returned her face between my cheeks. How was I to feel? I loved Bee with all my heart, and only wanted to serve her and make her happy. She was making no secret of the fact that she didn't want to be kissing my ass, whether for personal taste or because she thought it improper for a Miss to kiss her maid's anus, I don't know. At the same time, even though I felt badly for her, it felt soooo goddamn good. She flicked her tongue in and out, up and town from my the slit of my pussy to the top of my tailbone and back again, often stopping to lick and nibble my clit. She really knew how to lick a pussy. My bottom began to feel squirmy and I tried to push myself back onto Bee's face but she pulled away. I bobbed my head up and down X's now hard cock.

Bee took her mouth from my ass and I could hear her lick the plug like a lollipop. X was getting into it, sometimes laying flat on his back, sometimes looking over my shoulder at the action behind my ass. He gently held the sides of my head, running his fingers through my hair. Bee pressed the tip of the plug against my anus and I again tried to relax. I knew it was coming any time, and her spit had lubed me as much as I was going to be lubed (which was actually pretty lubed -- she sure could lick a girl). My pussy was tingling from the attention and the anticipation.

Bee nestled the head of the plug inside my anus and let it rest there a moment. X said, "Ready Bee?"

"Yes Sir!" Bee said.

"OK Bee," X said. "Now."

Two things happened at once: Bee stuffed the plug in my ass, not gently, and not slowly, and when the thick part passed my anus it hurt, I mean really hurt. I would have yelped "Owwwwwww!!!!" but at the same time Bee was plugging me so vigorously, X grabbed the back of my head and stuffed his entire cock in my mouth, momentarily gagging me -- "MMmmmmpphhh--aaaaccckkk!!" is what I think I said. The head of his cock filled the back of my mouth. X has fucked me long enough to know I really love a mouthful of cock.

Bee laughed and clapped her hands, and gave the base of the plug a thump with her finger. She slid her body next to mine and bit my ear, a bit gently, a bit not. I pulled my mouth off X's cock and turned to kiss Bee. I could taste my ass and pussy on her face. She kissed me briefly, but then took the head of X's cock in her mouth and sucked gently, darting and swirling her tongue. This was a bit intimidating -- I knew how good Bee was with her tongue, and X was my boyfriend after all. To compete, I kissed my lips up and down X's shaft. X started to moan.

This went on for a few minutes, but when I saw Bee briefly come up for air I quickly moved my mouth back to X's cock head and pumped his shaft with my hand. Bee forced herself back into the mix and we both licked X's head, our tongues darting against each other and around his member. The pumping and the sucking were beginning to have their effect: I have fucked X for many years but seldom have I seen his cock as hard as it was on that day when both of our tongues danced for his pleasure. I pushed X's legs wider apart as he held one hand on each of our heads. I kissed the inside of his thighs, but decided to up the ante. I gently lifted his balls with my hand and took one into my mouth, rolling it like the most delicate marble in the world. X went wild, groaning and cursing.

Bee frowned at me reached behind my back. I nodded to her, thinking she was going to play with my pussy but she grasped the base of my buttplug and with one quick motion she plucked it almost entirely out (oh!) and then instantly popped it back in (OW!). I yelped, and sat back on my haunches to massage my aching bottom. With her slender fingers, Bee lifted the sac of his balls and traced a line along his perineum. She was so beautiful and nasty and crafty that I couldn't help but sit back and watch as she bobbed her head back onto his cock and pressed a finger gently against his anus without entering. She then pulled her lips back from her teeth, opened her mouth wide, and -- gagging only just a little -- deep-throated X while she tickled his ass with her finger.

"Oh god oh god oh god you win!" groaned X, although I distinctly did not remember his mentioning a contest. But he was right; Bee was a head magician. I slumped, feeling defeated, my anus aching from Bee's dirty trick. Bee extracted X's cock from her throat and said something to him in Thai. He answered, "OK, but don't take long."

Bee got up and opened the nightstand. She returned to the base of the bed with the same leather cuffs she used to bind me on the Tuesday.

She pointed across the room and said "Vicky, corner." She did not smile.

I hung my head, and said "Yes Miss." I waddled to the corner, my poor bottom still aching, and looked imploringly at X, but he simply shrugged. I held out my hand for the first leather cuff, and Bee strapped it on my wrist. Each cuff was separate, one for each wrist and one for each ankle. They could be hooked together ankle to ankle, and wrist to wrist, but a separate loop also attached the wrists to the ankles. When Bee had secured all four cuffs on my wrists and ankles, she turned me around to face the corner said "Vicky, down."

"Yes Miss," I said, and I got on my hands and knees. Next, she hooked the ankle cuffs together. The floor was hard and I said to X, "May I have a pillow please Sir?"

X tossed a pillow across the room, and I put it on the floor in front of my face. Bee then hooked the wrist cuffs together and I put my face down and pushed my cuffed hands under my body and back toward my ankles. Bee hooked the final link, and I was stuck: face on the pillow, hands bound to feet, and bum in the air. I knew from seeing pictures of myself from Bee's Polaroids that the maid's skirt hiked up around my waist looked like a flower blooming around my bottom. She gave my butt plug one last out-in pump and walked away without a smile.

I could turn my head a bit, and following Bee's path with my eyes as she walked into the bathroom. She came out a moment later with a jar of Vaseline, and then walked toward the bed -- well out of my line of site.

It's a funny thing about sex that you don't realize until you've experienced it: most of the stimuli is generated by sight or by touch, by taste and by smell. Sound by itself is a distant fifth in communicating the sexual experience, especially if it's all you have. And if you can't understand the language of the dirty talk, what's left?

I could hear Bee get on the bed; I could hear them whispering to each other in Thai; I could hear Bee cooing and giggling. And then I heard the jar of Vaseline being unscrewed, and someone slurping, and a strange squishing, and a high moan coming from X. Bee was asking him quiet questions in Thai and he kept saying "yes, yes, yes" in response to each question. His voice was strangely muffled. More pumping, more squishing, and an endless stream of low whispered Thai, which I could not understand. This went on for some time before Bee said "Oh Sir!" and they both cried out "aahhhhh........" and fell silent.

I think this was the lowest point so far with Bee. Across the room, in my presence but behind my back, she was doing God knows what with my boyfriend -- maybe something I'd never even tried before! Who knew? And what did they want with a bound woman in the corner with her face on the floor and a plug in her ass if they weren't even going to use her? Why was I even here? God, I felt so useless and sorry for myself.

If this was what staying in Bangkok meant, I wanted to go home, home, home, to leave this damn city or jump out a window or jump out of my skin but if I left I would miss my Miss, my beautiful Bee, the beautiful Bee whose skin smelled so clean and whose breasts were so small and firm and whose asshole tasted like Durian and all I wanted was for her to love me or if she couldn't love me at least to let me love her and I was sorry I ever competed with her for anything and she was better than me in every way and I would do anything at all for her and if she wanted me to whore myself to strangers on the streets of Patpong or die my skin and paint my asshole brown so I could look more like her or learn Thai or sit in my maid's room and wait for her to come in and piss on my face or cook for her or drink X's cum out of her ass every day or clean for her or beg her to fist my asshole or learn all of her tastes and taste her food for her before she ate it and send it back to the chef unless it were just right so she would never ever have to take a mediocre bite of food again in her life anything anything anything I would do it if she would only let me love her ... ================================================================================ Reader, I will stop here. Recalling this hour of my life is painful to me, but I must. What I cannot remember is when the maddening thoughts stopped ricocheting in my head and started coming out of my mouth. I don't know how long I went on like this, but at some point between my sobbing and the words streaming out of my mouth I just lost it. I cried and cried and when I looked up from my pillow X and Bee were standing above me, watching. X looked concerned, but Bee just looked cold and hard. I tried to get a hold of myself and stop crying, I think I was hyperventilating, but all I could do was look at Bee and whisper "anything anything anything..." ================================================================================ She spoke to X in Thai. He thought for a moment, and then he nodded. She looked at me again and smiled; after all, victories don't come more definitive than this. She leaned down and whispered two words in my ear:

"Vicky. Blue."

"Oh God, yes!" I said, "Please fuck me with your big blue cock. Please! I need it, I need it, I need it, thank you, thank you."

I collected myself enough to tell her it was still in the sunroom. Bee walked out of the room and returned a moment later with the blue monster. God, I could not wait for my Miss to stuff my pussy with that thing; it was so much bigger than even X's cock. The one time she fucked me with it previously was the sweetest fuck of my life. My pussy twitched in anticipation and I smiled. Miss wanted me again. I could hear her walk to the nightstand and pull something out. When she stepped back into my narrow field of vision I could see that she had put on her strap-on harness, and she leaned down, pushing the dong toward my face. I kissed its massive tip, but I couldn't wait, and said "Please Miss, fuck me, please hurry."

Bee patted my head. In Thailand, this is one of the most insulting things you can possibly do to a person, and it shows an absolute lack of respect. And what had I done to deserve her respect, I thought, she was right, I am so much lower than her I'm not even worthy...

I wiggled my hips and moaned. My pussy was so wet it shouldn't be to hard to accept that monster if I just stayed calm and relaxed. Bee squatted down behind me. I couldn't see her, but I could hear her giggle. She rubbed the head of her fat blue cock against my pussy lips and I nearly came from the anticipation. Oh god, I thought, here it comes!

I felt a strange tugging behind me, and realized Bee was gently pulling out my butt plug, not yanking it out like she had earlier. Mmmm.... the motion felt good, even though my bum was sore. But I was sad to see it go; I liked the fullness, and I liked the submission. I was looking forward to having her fuck my pussy with the blue dong while the plug was still in my ass...

"Miss?" I asked.

"Shhh...." said Bee, and stroked my hair. She laid the fat dong on my back, and I trembled at the weight of it. God, I thought, please hurry up and put it in my pussy, but I didn't dare ask her again. She slowly pulled her body back, and the dong traced its way down my spine, giving me goose bumps as it went. I flared my hips out as much as I could given the constraints of my bonds, and heard X say "Mm, mm, mm" with admiration.

So close, the tip of the dong reached the small of my back and my pussy twitched again.

So close, it was so close, the tip of the dong crossed over my tailbone. I couldn't wait and wiggled my hips again.

Closer, closer, closer, I was going to get what I needed, what I deserved. Bee placed her hands on my hips -- I could tell she was really going to drive it home. The dildo slipped a bit lower...

Closer, closer...

...and it came to rest against my asshole. "Oh God, Miss is teasing me," I said, and giggled nervously. "Please fuck me, please fill my pussy with your dildo."

"Shhh...." whispered Bee, and she moved her hands from my hips to my cheeks.

"Miss?" I said, voice trembling.

"Shhh.... Vicky, Miss love you," said Bee. She slowly pulled my cheeks open.

"Miss?!?" I said, and started shaking. My emotions had gone on such a roller coaster, I felt so brittle, so used -- wanting to be used and hating to be used at the same time. "Miss?? Fuck my pussy?!?" I whispered.

Bee said nothing, but leaned the weight of her body forward. To my bound form, it felt like all of the weight of her petite figure, all of the weight of the enormous dong, and all of the weight of the world were concentrated into one massive fist and that fist was pressing on my asshole. I sobbed, I had been tricked, and Bee was going to ruin me. The dong had a bit of lube from the juice of my pussy, but that was it.

Bee leaned forward again, and my asshole trembled but didn't give way. I started to panic and couldn't relax. I strained against my bonds, but the leather cuffs were too tight for me to move. I cried and cried as Bee applied more pressure on my asshole, and I could feel my ring beginning to open...

...and I burst out pleading "Sir I can't I can't I can't please don't let her do it Sir make her stop I can't she'll kill me with that thing oh god Sir!"

And what do you know? X had a bigger heart than Bee. He spoke to her in Thai. She hissed back at him, she was angry. She forced the dong against my hole again, but half-heartedly, and it didn't budge. He spoke again more forcefully, and she said "Yes, Sir."

The weight was lifted from my anus. She stood up suddenly and spat on my back. I heard her take the dildo from its harness, and she shouted at me words that I will never forget:

You no goddamn maid!

With that, she threw the dildo at me and stormed out of the bedroom. X unlocked my bonds, but did not remove the cuffs from my ankles and wrists. "Come on," he said gently, and helped me shakily to my feet.

"I'll be back in a minute," X said. He followed Bee into the sunroom, and I could hear them arguing in Thai, with Bee employing some of her large vocabulary of English curse words.

What do I do? I thought. Is it possible to simply disappear, to curl yourself up into a ball and wink yourself out of existence? How could I have failed my Miss and panicked so badly? I took a deep breath, and walked into the sunroom.

X was sitting at the table, and Bee was pacing back and forth. Thai people don't get angry very easily, but when they do they get wound up tight and you do not want to get in their way.

"Bee's moving out," X said, as calmly as possible. She spoke to him in Thai, and this set off another round of bickering.

"I'll do it," I whispered.

They argued more, X trying to calm down, Bee getting progressively more worked up.

I took a deep breath. "I'll do it," I said a bit louder.

They paused. "Really?" said X. This set of another round of Thai invective, with Bee gesturing toward me and spitting on the floor.

"She said she doesn't trust you. She says you're no good to her unless you do what she says, and you've already turned her down twice," said X. This was all true.

I didn't know what else to do, so I gathered my strength and climbed on top of the breakfast table, where everything began several days before. I turned away from both of them, pressed my face against the cool surface of the table, raised my ass into the air, put my hands on both cheeks and said:

"This. You own this, Miss. I'm sorry. I thought I owned it, or X owned it, but I was wrong." I could hear X quietly translating my words into Thai. To emphasize my point, I spread my cheeks for her, and I went on:

"I thought I could set limits, but I was wrong. You don't rent it, Miss, you own it."

Everything was quiet for a moment. I could not believe I was lying on my table and saying these things to a Thai maid, but as I said them I got wetter and wetter. I said them because I believed them, and I still believe them. I continued:

"No more games. I thought we were playing games. I was a little girl playing dress up, but I was wrong. You own it."

I could feel a drop of pussy juice roll down the inside of my thigh. I continued:

"My ass. No conditions. I love you, and I would say that I give my self to you but my self isn't even mine to give away. You. Own. It."

Silence.

Bee spoke quietly and forcefully in Thai to X. It sounded as if she were listing bullet points. Then, she did something that surprised me: she stepped forward and stuck her thumb up my ass. Not a finger, not a tongue, not a butt plug, but a thumb.

X stepped around the table and pulled up a chair, sitting down in front of me. He spoke in a flat voice, and said, "She says she agrees. She says she's glad you've come to your senses but she's not sure she can trust you."

He looked over my shoulder, to where Bee stood behind me with her thumb up my ass. Bee twitched her thumb inside me; I assume she nodded for X to go on, but I couldn't see her. X continued, "She says I'm to leave the house for the rest of the day and not come back before midnight. She says she wants to have you alone, and she says she'll have her mind made up by the time I get back."

X leaned closer to me. "Vicky," he said, "In the bedroom today, if I hadn't been there she wouldn't have stopped. Bee is much harder than I am. If you agree, I can't come running back to rescue you. You're on your own. Do you understand that?"

I nodded, my heart caught in my throat. I couldn't speak for a moment.

Bee twitched her thumb in my ass again, and asked X a question in Thai.

X sighed, and said, "She wants to know whether you agree. She wants to know whether you are through wasting her time, whether you're ready for her to take what is hers."

Reader, a tear rolled down my cheek, and I looked over my shoulder at Bee. I said two words, and two words alone:

"Yes Miss."

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