The Maid

The New Maid

Chapter 1

The year had just turned 1892, and my father could no longer keep me as a nanny to my brothers and sisters. They had married or gone to work, and our small town did not need any job I could provide. I was an old maid of eighteen, and very plain.

Father had written about our situation to our cousin in the city. She had heard of work for maids and people working in the city's kitchens in the more affluent part.

When my affairs were settled, I was on the first train, and my cousin Bess picked me up at the station. My cousin was a very scrawny, plain woman; by her looks, she was ready to be rid of me as soon as possible. She had set up an interview for the morning with a wealthy home looking for an upstairs maid.

In the morning, I was deposited at the back entrance of a large house for my interview with the head maid. She was a jumpy woman who asked me a whole set of questions about my age, whether I would gossip with the staff of the next large house. After an hour's worth of questions, I was told my employment would rest with the lady of the house.

I sat in the kitchen until her ladyship could see me. I was taken up the back steps to meet the lady. The head maid quietly knocked on the door of a large salon. We were bid to enter.

I was shocked to find the Mistress of the house seemed to be my age. She wore a silk robe, barely tied, and I could see her small, pert breast, and it was apparent she wore no undergarments under the robe.

With a wicked grin, she asked about my situation. I told her the story as she looked me over, not seeming to listen to a word I said. After I had finished, the only word she spoke was "excellent." She told me the house master would have to approve, and I would be given a week's trial. She said my pay and sleeping situation would bore her, and that would be taken up when the master returns. She instructed the head maid to bring her some tea. She informed me I would start immediately.

The lady said I would help with her therapy, and she instructed me to go to her bottom drawer and fetch the device wrapped in a towel. I sprang to life, taking the instrument out of the drawer and handing it to her. She unwrapped the item, which seemed to be made of blue stone. Its shape was a cylinder. She immediately started putting it in her mouth, rubbing it against her breasts, which made her moan. Mistress slowly worked the blue cylinder from her breasts to her private parts, half closing her eyes, watching me, and moaning softly. "Come here." She instructed. I immediately went to her. Keeping the cylinder between her legs, she wrapped my hand around the shaft. As she moved against it, moaning, I felt a wet stickiness on the stone. For the first time, I noted that the Mistress was plunging the stone into her private parts. I realized, in the most common terms, she was fucking herself with the instrument. The lady worked herself into a state, moaning and plunging the instrument in her private areas. She started to bid to unfasten my top; I would have protested, but I doubted my cousin would take me back into her house. I loosened my top, and the mistress dug into my dress, grabbing my small breast and started to suckle on it. I was in shock; no one ever touched my breasts. I had heard whispers from married women about their husbands' actions. I also started to feel warmth from my breast to my special parts that God had designated for a man and wife. I was overcome by her ladyship's moaning and thrusting and her licking and sucking. I closed my eyes, imagining her using the stone on me. Dare I say it, the evil pleased me, and my quim became very wet. I felt a buildup in my body, owing to watching her ladyship and to the suckling of my breasts. I let out a moan, and my mistress didn't seem to notice.

Later, I was taken to my room. I put my few scant possessions away. I climbed into my meager bed and attempted to sleep. But sleep did not come; I was fixed on the drawing room and her ladyship. Making sure no one else was stirring, I quietly reach to my quim.

Ah, it betrayed my lustful thoughts and was as wet as helping the mistress with her therapy.

I closed my eyes and tugged on the hairs by my quim. Soon, I was touching myself, the lord help me, making myself wet, pushing my fingers into myself. I felt the same buildup I felt earlier. I covered my mouth, feeling the moans escaping. Soon, I like a she devil, I was plunging my finger into my wet cunt, rubbing my breast against the scratchy blankets, Until I felt a release, pulling my legs together, feeling the shakiness in my body.

Please help me.

Then, lying back, I began the evil ritual again...