Ellie Takes Complete Control

Author's note: This is the sequel to 'Ellie Takes Control'. In that story, Ellie, aged 23, was working in a luxurious hotel in the English Cotswolds. It was a stop-gap job as she had recently graduated with a degree in the History of Art, and was ambitious to do something more interesting. Adam and Sarah Henderson, a wealthy couple aged 42 and 38 respectively, came to stay in the hotel. During their stay, Sarah had sex with her lover, and made use of Ellie to humiliate her husband by making her a witness to his cuckolding. Ellie, who had become interested in kinky sexuality whilst at university, and had begun to explore her own, took this further, and taught Sarah new ways of humiliating Adam. Impressed, Sarah offered Ellie the post of housekeeper in the Hendersons' large London house, with her duties to include controlling and humiliating Adam, over whom Sarah gave Ellie full authority, in return for a generous salary and rent-free accommodation in the basement flat of their home.

Part I: Becoming indispensable

Ellie had several ideas for how her housekeeper role was going to develop, but she knew that the first step was to make herself indispensable to the Hendersons. It wasn't difficult for someone with a hotel background, especially given unlimited funds.

Ellie quickly grasped the situation. Adam Henderson had created a successful software company, enabling him to buy this huge Victorian detached mansion house in Kew, in the south-west of London. It had four stories, including the basement flat that became Ellie's, but it had not been modernized or well-maintained when they bought it. Over the years, they had refurbished parts of it but there was still much to do. Meanwhile, Adam had sold his company for a fortune. Ellie wasn't sure exactly how much, but it seemed to be many hundreds of millions of pounds. Adam then set about creating an entirely new company from scratch.

At this point the Hendersons could have easily afforded to move to any house they wanted, anywhere in the world, but they were settled, and loved the house, so they stayed. However, they were too busy to make much progress with refurbishing it. Adam was too occupied with developing his new company. And Sarah had her social round of lunches and shopping expeditions with friends, gym sessions, trips to the opera and, of course, meetings with her lovers. Ellie's job was to make sure the house was looked after on a daily basis, ensuring the fridges were stocked with food, the gardeners and cleaners were doing their jobs, and the domestic bills were paid. Meanwhile, she was to oversee the completion of the refurbishment.

She soon had the household administration running like a well-oiled machine, and made rapid progress with the refurbishments. She had noticed when that first met that she and Sarah Henderson had similar taste in clothes and jewelry, and it turned out that this extended to furnishings and decorations. Soon, Mrs Henderson just left all the choices to Ellie and was always satisfied with the result. Ellie quickly realized that Sarah would sign off budgets and pay bills of any size without question. For money just didn't matter to the Hendersons. Adam made it and Sarah spent it, with equal ease.

Sarah came from an upper-class English family and had grown up in luxury, but the luxury was purchased with debt, and by the time she left boarding school, without having achieved any qualifications, her family was bankrupt. Her only assets were a polished manner and the elegant looks of an English rose: tall and willowy, with a slim figure, blonde hair, well-cut to shoulder length, bright blue eyes, bright white teeth, and pink lips. She immediately set about looking for a rich husband, and after a few false starts she found Adam. He satisfied her need for money, even though his small penis meant he couldn't satisfy her in bed. As for Adam, he cared nothing for money, his satisfaction deriving from the technical challenges of building a business, but he adored his beautiful wife despite, or perhaps because of, the sexual humiliation she heaped on him.

Before long, the Hendersons were extolling Ellie's virtues to their friends, describing their new housekeeper as 'a treasure'. And those who met her could only agree. As a housekeeper in a private house she had no need to wear a uniform, but Ellie felt it would be suitable to do so and during working hours she continued to wear a sleeveless mint-green dress, as he she had done at the hotel. After all, it set off her slightly brown skin, almond-brown eyes and brown-black hair, the legacy of her Moroccan grandmother, which gave her a slightly exotic look. It was also well-enough tailored to do justice to her hour-glass figure, with its firm 36C breasts and narrow waist flaring to well-proportioned hips. And, just as she had found at the hotel, male visitors to the Hendersons' home almost invariably ogled her, enjoying the glimpses, down her dress or up her skirt, that she artfully curated for them.

What the Hendersons did not mention to any of their friends was how successful Ellie had proved to be in the other, more informal, and deeply private part of her duties as housekeeper. In this capacity, Ellie was involved in teasing and humiliating Adam for his sexual inadequacy and taunting him about his wife's serial infidelities. From the beginning, as a result of the encounter that had led to her offering Ellie the job, Sarah gave Ellie full authority over Adam. And she used it.

In their daily encounters, Ellie treated Adam politely and, certainly in public, with the respect that was appropriate from an employee. But when Sarah was meeting a lover, she would 'cuck-sit' him. She dressed carefully for these cuck-sittings, disporting herself in an endless array of different outfits. Skirts, ranging from slutty micros to severe pencils. Blouses, ranging from the loose and translucent, which concealed little, to the strictly-buttoned and schoolmistressy. Dresses, from elegant black cocktails to polka-dot 1950s frocks. Footwear of different colours and designs, from low-heeled court shoes to thigh-length boots. Chemises, slips and camisoles, in silk, satin and lace. Corsets, girdles, stockings, suspenders, bras, and panties of all sorts, from the girlishly plain to elaborately tailored. Or, sometimes, she went to the other extreme, donning jeans, tee-shirts, old cardigans and trainers, as if to emphasize that he wasn't worth dressing up for, but knowing that even in such unsexy clothes he was still in thrall to the power of her sexual aura, and still subject to the authority his wife had given to Ellie.

She showed that authority by making Adam strip naked in front of her, kneel and kiss her shoes or feet, make him listen as she sneered at his small cock, or make him tell her how it felt to think about what his wife was doing at that moment. Sometimes she would allow him to masturbate to her beauty. Other times, she would take his cock in her long, cool fingers and masturbate him herself, keeping him on edge for hours, sometimes making him come, other times ruining his orgasms. Sometimes, she just sat, reading a book or working on the household accounts, or perhaps searching the internet for, as it might be, new carpets or curtains, ignoring him as he knelt beside her, gazing at her in an agony of sexual excitement, except to issue occasional curt commands.

"You may touch yourself," she might say, without looking up from her laptop.

"Stop," she would order, a few minutes later.

Another half hour might pass in silence before she might, for example, shrug off the shoulder strap of a black, sleeveless cocktail dress to expose the strap of a black bra, or hitch up the hem of a tight navy-blue skirt to reveal the tops of her blue stockings.

"Worship it," she would command him, still not bothering to look up, but indicating whatever portion of her lingerie she had uncovered. "Lick it. Kiss it."

On still other occasions, she might look up, and lock her deep, dark brown eyes on to his with a laser-like stare, holding his attention, perhaps even reaching out to hold his chin, keeping his head still.

"Right now," she might say, in a quiet, calm but cruel voice, "Your wife is on all fours, having her pussy stretched out by a real man, with a real man's cock. She's probably forgotten your name. Meanwhile, you're here with me, subject to the authority of a woman barely half your age, worshipping my unattainable body."

Apart from the teasing and the taunting, Ellie also made use of physical chastisement, of corporal punishment, in order to exert her authority, or really in order to symbolize it, since she had complete control of him just by the use of her voice and her body. She acquired a small collection of canes of various thicknesses and flexibilities, alongside a variety of leather belts and, most recently, she had bought a tawse. With these, she punished Adam for the tiniest infringements of discipline, or any signs of disrespect, including those that she adeptly tricked him into displaying.

All these, and other, humiliations were repeated when his wife returned home from her lovers, only then they were inflicted by Sarah and Ellie together. Following on from their first encounter at the hotel, Ellie showed the older woman, by instruction and example, how to dig the humiliation deep into Adam, and now added canings and strappings to Sarah's repertoire. Sarah proved surprisingly adept, especially in her use of the cane. Her tall, lithe body combined with her cut-glass accent, were ideally suited to a disciplinary persona. Dressed in charcoal grey pencil skirt and white blouse, with cane in hand, as her husband groveled at her high-heeled shoes, Sarah resembled an old-fashioned school teacher. Soon, she became almost as inventive in her cruelty to Adam as Ellie herself.

Ellie was very satisfied with the way that she had curated Adam's submission and Sarah's dominance, building on the power dynamic that had already existed between the couple when she first met them, but giving it a richer and more ritualized form. She was equally satisfied with her more conventional housekeeping achievements, and within no more than three months she knew that she had completed her first step of making herself indispensable to the Hendersons.

Part II: Consolidation

Ellie was prepared to proceed slowly, but she proceeded surely. First, she approached Mrs Henderson, apparently reluctantly, to say that she needed a pay rise.

"I'm terribly sorry, Mrs Henderson" she explained. "And I know you are paying me twice what I earned at the hotel, as we agreed, but I just didn't realize how expensive living in London would be. And, well, I do have to buy a lot of clothes for, you know, exercising my authority over Adam."

Sarah immediately agreed. After all, she knew only too well what decent clothes cost and, anyway, money was nothing to her. Ellie's salary was immediately doubled, and she was also added to the charge accounts Sarah had at various clothes shops, with no spending limit specified.

Soon afterwards, Ellie made the perfectly reasonable request that, with the refurbishment of the house now well underway, it was time to include the two-bedroomed basement flat, where Ellie lived rent-free, in the plans. Of course, Sarah agreed. Moving temporarily into one of the many spare bedrooms upstairs, Ellie organized the complete renovation of the basement, including a new high-spec kitchen and bathroom, and replacement of all the furniture, new televisions, and a new sound system.

Once she had moved back in to the flat, Ellie made another reasonable-sounding request Sarah. She knew she was only young, she explained, but she had been reading that it was never too early to start planning for retirement, and she wondered if the Hendersons would be willing to make employer contributions to a pension plan? Nothing could be easier, Sarah responded, and a generous monthly standing order was set up.

Not long afterwards, Ellie was due to go and pick up an art work she had ordered to hang in one of the newly refurbished reception rooms. Normally for such errands she borrowed Adam's Mercedes-AMG coupe or Sarah's F-Type Jaguar, but he was using his car and the Jaguar was being serviced. Without Ellie even asking, Sarah had remarked that it was a nuisance that her housekeeper didn't have her own car, and would she like one? Ellie wasn't greedy, satisfying herself with a brand-new Mini Countryman, and she soon became a familiar site in Kew and the surrounding suburbs, a striking young woman in a mint-green dress, driving her shiny, British racing green, car.

None of these developments were approved by Adam, who was scarcely, if at all, aware of them. That was partly because of the way the household worked. Ellie had been hired by Mrs Henderson in the first place, and reported to her. It was also because it was the way Ellie wanted things. She wasn't just interested in getting money and perks. She wanted to extend the control she had. With Adam, there was no need. She had as much control as she could wish for. But with Sarah, it was more limited. She certainly looked to Ellie for guidance in how to humiliate Adam, and she gave her a pretty free rein when it came to the house, but she remained Ellie's employer and, as a consequence of her upper-class upbringing, plainly regarded Ellie as a kind of servant. Slowly, Ellie intended to change that.

Ellie's next move was more central to those long-term plans, but potentially more difficult to accomplish. She waited until she sensed that Sarah was in a particularly good mood, the result of her having spent a weekend away with one of her lovers, ironically at the Manor Hotel where she had first met Ellie. She had taken Adam with her, making him sleep in an adjoining room and, between being pleasured by her latest big-cocked boyfriend, inflicting upon her husband the many kinds of humiliation Ellie had taught her.

It was a weekend Ellie had enjoyed, too. Since arriving at the Hendersons, she had chosen not to have any men to stay, thinking it might disrupt the dynamic she was carefully curating with her new employers. She didn't have a regular boyfriend, anyway, but prior to her new job she had always had plenty of casual sex, and it had been frustrating to go without.

She knew exactly what she wanted, and internet dating apps made it easy to obtain. First, she found herself a handsome but conventional man of about her own age. After an initial meeting in a nearby pub on Friday night, she had taken him back to the basement flat. There were no kinks, no games, just straightforward good, hard fucking from his big, hard cock. After sharing an amiable breakfast in bed with him, and a final pounding, she said goodbye the next morning. He had called himself John, and Ellie hadn't bothered to try to find out his real name, or anything about him. It wasn't important.

Her next hook-up was very different. Ellie's first experience of kink had been as a submissive, and it was only later she had switched to the assertive dominance that now characterized her. But she still had some submissive desires, and needed some respite from her role in humiliating Adam. It was easy to find men on the dating app with an interest in spanking and dominating women, and she was able to choose from amongst them someone who looked as if he would have the skill and sophistication to give her the kind of treatment she craved.

Cautiously, she again arranged an initial meeting in a pub, towards the end of Saturday afternoon, in order to be sure that he wasn't a timewaster or, alternatively, a psychopath. He seemed to be neither, but instead the kind of man she had hoped he would be from his profile. He was much older than her, 51 to be exact, and carried himself with an air of easy authority. He was intelligent, too, clearly well-read and sophisticated, and with a dry sense of humour. His name was Alec and, later, she discovered that he was the head of a large publishing firm.

In the hope that he would be what she wanted, Ellie had dressed carefully for their meeting. She had chosen a very simple, short, dark-blue skirt, and a white blouse through which the outlines of her plain blue bra were just visible, and the swell of her breasts was clearly visible. The skirt was just long enough to conceal the tops of the blue stocking she wore, but just short enough that, if she chose, she could reveal them as, after she had been talking to him for a while, she did. On her feet, she wore a flat pair of flat black shoes, and she had tied her flowing brown-black hair back in a pony tail.

Ellie soon felt emboldened to tell him what she needed.

"I need a man to take me in hand," she told him quietly, although the pub was sufficiently noisy that there was no danger of being overheard. "Someone to be strict with me. To put me in my place."

Alec looked at her impassively.

"Go on," he said. "You have my attention."

"You see," Ellie continued. "I'm a naughty little cum-slut. A nasty stuck-up bitch. A little madam. I need to be taught a lesson."

"Well," he said. "That much was obvious from the slutty way you dressed for me. You clearly need some discipline. You need to be humbled."

Ellie felt a flood of wetness in her knickers, and she knew she had found what she needed. Soon, he suggested it was time to begin her lesson, and she led him back to her flat.

***

By the time Sarah and Adam Henderson returned on Sunday evening, Ellie was on her own, in a dreamy and sated state, that state enhanced by the lingering burning she could feel on her buttocks, the legacy of Alec's stinging strokes with the cane, and by the stretched-out feeling that reached deep inside her belly. That was partly the result of the night she had spent with John but, more, of the rough, merciless, contemptuous way that Alec had used his cock to impose his authority on her.

Sarah, meanwhile, was radiant, having been well-fucked by her lover as well as the satisfaction of rubbing Adam's face in his inadequacy. It seemed a good time for Ellie to ask her question.

"Um, I was wondering," Ellie began, hesitantly. "I was wondering if it would be all right if my sister, Lisa, came to stay for a while? You see, my parents and I are a bit worried about her. She is only 18, and she's about to start a gap year before going to university, and wants to spend it in London. But we don't want her mixing with a bad crowd, so if she was here, I could keep an eye on her. I'm sure she'd be no trouble, and there's a spare bedroom in my flat so she wouldn't be in your way."

Adam looked horrified, and Sarah, guessing his concern, was also worried.

"Well, Ellie," she replied, "of course I understand you wanting to look out for your sister. But have you thought this through? I mean, not to put too fine a point on it, how can Lisa live here given, um, the less official side of your housekeeper duties?"

"Oh, you mean dealing with Adam? But, yes, of course I've thought about it. It'll be fine. Lisa is very open-minded and, what's more, she has a very cruel side. I think she'd enjoy seeing Adam's humiliation, and just imagine how more humiliating it will be for him to have my 18-year-old sister witness it," Ellie explained.

A smile came slowly to Sarah's face.

"Yes," she said. "Yes, I can see that could be amusing. Even so, could she be trusted to be discreet?"

"Oh, I know she can," Ellie said reassuringly, "Apart from anything else, Lisa would never give away my secrets. And, anyway, if you were to pay her a salary and employ her as my assistant then that would ensure it. You could even get he to sign a Non-Disclosure Agreement, if you like, though you've never asked me to."

"Yes, I see," said, Sarah, considering it. "Yes, do you know, I think this would be rather a good idea. Yes, it's fine. Please tell her she would be welcome."

Adam, who had not been consulted, started to protest, but his wife silenced him with a curt gesture.

Ellie left the room, triumphant. The third phase of her plan was about to begin.

Part III: Lisa arrives

Two weeks later, Ellie drove her Mini Countryman back to her home town in the Cotswolds, dropping in to see her old colleagues at the nearby Manor Hotel, where she had first met the Hendersons. Then, she returned home, where she ate a convivial lunch with her family, before driving Lisa and her mounds of luggage back to Kew. Ellie had long ago explained to her sister all about the Hendersons, and everything that her job as housekeeper to them entailed but, as they drove, she filled in even more details, and she and Lisa excitedly discussed some ideas for the future.

Arriving at the house, Ellie helped Lisa carry her cases to the basement flat, showed her the bedroom she would have, and gave her a door key. Then she led her younger sister upstairs to the main house to meet Adam and Sarah, who were sitting in the kitchen having coffee.

Even without having been told, they would have guessed Lisa was Ellie's sister. They had similar colouring, a slight brownness of the skin and eyes inherited from their Moroccan grandmother which in some subtle way made them seem exotic. But Lisa was a little shorter and a little slimmer than her sister, and her 34B bust was a little smaller. Her face, too, was thinner, and had a cruelty to it which, in Ellie, was only obvious when she chose it to be. Her hair was naturally the same brown-black as Ellie's, but Lisa had dyed it fully black, and where Ellie's flowed down over her shoulders, Lisa's was cut shorter, with a square fringe, giving an angular framing to her thin, cruel face, and her lips and fingernails were also painted a purply-black.

The overall effect was of a slightly tomboyish goth. But her clinging black micro-skirt, and the outline of her perky, evidently bra-less, breasts under her tight-fitting, white, spaghetti-strapped top ensured that no one could mistake her for a boy. And Lisa noticed from the flicker of Adam's eyes as they ran over her body that he was well aware of that.

She politely returned Adam and Sarah's greetings, and they chatted briefly about her journey, and about the university place she would take next year to study mathematics.

"A real subject, you see, not like Ellie," Lisa laughed, making a friendly jibe about the fact that her sister had studied History of Art.

The Hendersons joined the laughter. Despite her somewhat bizarre appearance, their initial impressions of Lisa were favourable. But, for Adam at least, that was about to change.

"So you're Adam," Lisa said, directly. "And I see that you're already leering at my tits. Despite being old enough to be my father. I think that's what I'm going to call you. 'Daddy'. Are you looking at my tits, Daddy?"

Adam was flustered, and looked from his wife to Ellie, as if expecting them to intervene. But they said nothing, simply smiling with a look of amused contempt, although Ellie was also very carefully monitoring Mrs Henderson's reaction.

"Er, I'm sorry, Lisa," Adam stumbled.

"Oh I think you had better learn to call me 'Miss', don't you?" Lisa replied, coldly. "I'm going to be your little Miss, Daddy. Your nasty, bratty, cruel little Miss. OK."

Sarah started laughing.

"Yes, Miss," said Adam abjectly, realizing from his wife's laughter that she was not going to put a stop to this outrageous behaviour; outrageous both for its depravity and for the way that, whereas Ellie only humiliated Adam during overtly sexualized sessions, Lisa was evidently intending to do so in her everyday interactions with him. It felt to him as if a boundary had been crossed, but it was clear that Sarah was going to allow, even encourage, it.

"Good," said Lisa. "That's agreed, then. Now you can go and unpack my bags. Make sure you hang up all my clothes nicely, and arrange my underwear neatly. Yes, that's right, you're going to see my underwear. Aren't I kind?"

"Yes, Miss," he said, humbly, and turned to go downstairs to the basement flat.

"Oh, and Daddy," Lisa added. "No masturbating to my undies, now. I'll know if I do, and I'll punish you. Severely. In fact, thinking about it, it might be better if I supervised you."

They descended into the basement flat, leaving Ellie and Sarah together.

"She's quite a character, your sister," said Sarah, appreciatively.

"She certainly is," replied Ellie, turning to the coffee machine. As she did so, she gave a malicious smile which, had the older woman been able to see it, might have alerted her to what was to come.

***

Downstairs, Lisa was already establishing her own authority over Adam. She ordered him to strip naked, laughing at his cock and telling him, as Sarah and Ellie had, that it was far too small to satisfy her. Then, she opened the suitcases that contained her clothes, and hurled the contents on to the floor, scattering them widely.

"Oops," she said. "Aren't I a messy little brat? Pick them up, Daddy, and arrange them neatly in my wardrobe."

Adam started to stow her clothes in the wardrobe, noticing as he did so that, apart from a couple of pairs of black jeans, Lisa's clothes consisted mainly of either black micro-skirts, such as the one she was wearing, or vintage dresses, some in in black, blue, emerald green, red, and others in patterns of various sorts. As he hung each of them carefully in the wardrobe, Lisa lay sprawled on the bed, her skirt riding up to make her knickers visible, though Adam was careful not to look at them, mindful of how she had castigated him for looking at her breasts.

She watched him in silence until he started to place her underwear in the chest of drawers. This, he noticed, was more varied than her outer wear, encompassing everything from plain white cotton briefs, to sports bras, to lacy black panties and bras, to vintage stockings and suspenders, and even a black satin corset. As Adam handled them, he became increasingly excited.

"Ooh, are you getting an erection, Daddy?" Lisa taunted him, in a girlish voice. "Are my little panties and bras getting you all worked up?"

Adam muttered an apology.

"Not good enough," snapped Lisa, dropping her girlish play-acting in favour of a stern, hard tone. "What sort of man pervs over an 18-year-old girl's knickers? I might have to tell your wife about this. Or Ellie. Or would you prefer me to deal with you myself?"

She didn't wait for him to answer, and jumped from up her lazy sprawl to stand, taut and sinewy, over him as he bent over to pick up yet another bra from the floor, this one a gauzy, light control, ivory-coloured half-cup. She pushed him with her foot, not really a kick, but enough to over-balance him so that he was no longer bending over but lying prone on the carpet. Lisa picked up a thick leather belt, heavily studded in metal, and slapped it hard into his cock and balls.

"If you don't like it there, you'd better get on your hands and knees, quickly," she snarled.

He scrambled to comply, and once he had done so she brought the belt down hard on his buttocks, four, five, six times.

"Now continue putting my clothes away," she ordered, slightly out of breath. "And there had better be no more signs of inappropriate thoughts."

She stood as he resumed his task, and, certainly initially, his erection had subsided to almost nothing, although Lisa noticed with amusement that he was leaking pre-cum. But, after a while, his hard on began to return, and became unignorable as he reverently folded a pale blue camisole.

Without saying anything, Lisa brought the belt down sharply on his cock and, as she had half-expected, it was enough, given his excited state, to make him ejaculate, the jizz spraying on to the camisole.

He looked terrified, and began to apologize, but instead of punishing him further Lisa slowly removed the spaghetti-strapped top she was wearing and replaced it with the semen-stained pale blue camisole, in the process giving him a brief but delicious glimpse of her firm little boobs.

"Aren't you angry, Miss?" asked Adam, puzzled.

"You've got a lot to learn about me," she replied, "But the most important thing to learn is that you will never be able to predict how I will react. Today, I think that you have paid tribute to my cruelty and beauty, and even let you have sight of my cute little titties as a reward. Another day, I might regard your unauthorized ejaculation as a sign of disrespect, and punish you mercilessly. And another day, I might simply ignore it. I'm totally unpredictable, and, unlike Ellie, there aren't any limits to what I might choose to do to you."

She let that sink in for a few moments, noticing that the thought of her capriciousness really frightened him.

"I'm bored now. Get out," she said, eventually.

***

After that first day, Lisa fitted perfectly into the household. As Ellie had suggested, Mrs Henderson employed the younger sister on a contract as 'assistant housekeeper', paying her less than Ellie but still generously and, as with Ellie, making payments into a pension plan. Any idea of a Non-Disclosure Agreement was forgotten.

And Lisa was worth it. It was true that Sarah noticed that she spent a lot of time lounging around, watching old films in the home cinema Adama and Sarah had installed in one of the reception rooms. One, some ancient thing from the early 1960s, directed by Joseph Losey and starring Dirk Bogarde and James Fox, was a particular favourite, which she watched over and over again, often with Ellie, who seemed almost equally obsessed with it. Sarah vaguely knew that it was considered a classic, although she could never quite remember what it was called.

Nevertheless, Lisa did, genuinely, help her sister with the everyday management of the house, and with refurbishment, which was now almost complete. Even more than that, she brought new levels of refinement to the cruelty with which Adam was treated. Initially, she sat in with Ellie during the cuck-sitting sessions, when Sarah was cuckolding Adam. Soon, she sometimes cuck-sat him on her own. What took place there Sarah did not know, but she noticed that her husband was very nervous when Lisa was due to cuck-sit him on her own, and very subdued afterwards.

Lisa also took part, with Sarah and Ellie, in the humiliation sessions when his wife returned from having sex with some well-endowed lover or pick up. It quickly became obvious what Ellie had meant by describing her younger sister as having a 'very cruel side'. It wasn't, primarily, that she was much more likely to make heavy use of corporal punishment, wielding the canes, belts and tawse far more frequently and mercilessly than the other two. It was more that she was so adept at finding vicious, spiteful words to hammer home Adam's humiliation. But more even than that, it was the way that, often, she simply sat silently as Sarah and Ellie humiliated him. Watching with a cold, detached contempt, not even amused, just knowing.

And, somehow, this same attitude was present in everyday life, outside of the sexual humiliation sessions. It gradually became clear that there was something chilling about Lisa, despite her youth. A self-containment and, even within the context of the Hendersons' unusual household, a sense of depravity It was not just Adam who found this alarming. It was clear that, despite her initial appreciation of Lisa, Sarah Henderson was also discomfited by it. At first, she tried to break through the young woman's coldness by showering her with the same kind of perks as Ellie enjoyed. Access to charge accounts at clothes shops, and her own brand-new Mini Countryman, the twin of Ellie's, except in red rather than British racing green. These were the kinds of things Sarah could understand, and imagined would appeal to her assistant housekeeper, but Lisa, although she accepted these gifts politely, somehow managed to give a sense that she was indifferent to them, or perhaps just regarded them as her right.

The slight tension between Sarah and Lisa first flared up into something bigger when her employer realized that, unlike Ellie, her younger sister was entertaining male visitors. Or, rather, a male visitor, Jake, a thuggish-looking, thick-set, heavily-tattooed man, with a shaven head, in his early thirties. Sarah might not have minded Lisa having a boyfriend had it not been for Jake's menacing appearance, which she found distasteful and slightly alarming.

Sarah waited for a suitable moment, when Lisa was in the house, having her mid-morning coffee in the kitchen, having been helping Ellie oversee the installation of new carpeting in the attic rooms.

"Lisa," Sarah began gently, wanting to tread carefully. "I can't help noticing that Jake has been staying over rather a lot."

"So?" said Lisa, immediately truculent. "I don't remember anything being said when I came her about not having visitors."

"Well, no, but I didn't realize you had a boyfriend, and ..."

"Jake isn't my boyfriend," Lisa said flatly.

"No, well, I'm sure that young people don't use these terms, but the fact remains ..." Sarah went on.

"He isn't her boyfriend. He's her Master," said Ellie, who had appeared in the doorway.

"Her Master? I'm not sure I know what you mean," Sarah said, turning.

"Of course you do, Sarah," Ellie said. "Lisa has a submissive side, and she is Jake's submissive."

Sarah was appalled.

"Well, really," she expostulated. "I've never heard anything like it in my life."

"You're a hypocrite," Lisa said, calmly. "What is Adam, if not your submissive?"

"But that's different," Sarah protested. "Adam and I are married and, well, we just play sex games, that's all."

Lisa raised her eyebrows.

"OK, then. So Jake and I 'play sex games', too. They're not just for married people, and the servants are allowed to have a life, too."

Sarah was white with anger, but she controlled herself.

"I see. Well, we'd better leave it at that, then, I suppose."

Ellie waited for a few days for Sarah to cool down before approaching her.

"I know you were angry with Lisa the other day," she began. "But she's only young, and she is really upset. She didn't know that she'd done anything wrong and, you know, to be fair, you've never said to either her or me that we can't have people to stay, whatever the relationship. I wish you'd make it up with her and I know she wants to, too"

Sarah considered this for a while, and the next day she sought Lisa out.

"I just wanted to say that, well, I'm sorry about the argument the other day. I was unfair. And, of course, Jake must stay whenever you want him to," she said, with difficulty.

"Thanks," said Lisa, briefly, but although her tone was pleasant enough Sarah felt it wasn't really conciliatory, and was aware that there had been no reciprocal apology given, even for the sake of politeness. There was certainly no sign of Lisa wanting to 'make it up'.

For the next few weeks, there was a feeling of an uneasy truce, and life continued much as it had, with Ellie, Lisa, or both of them together, cuck-sitting Adam, and the three women spanking and humiliating him on Sarah's return.

Then, the crisis came.

Adam was at work, as usual, and Sarah had gone for lunch with her friend, Charlotte, with a shopping trip to follow afterwards. But Charlotte pulled out of the shopping trip, and Sarah returned home in the early afternoon. She went straight to her bedroom to change. To her horror and astonishment she found Lisa there, surrounded by Sarah's clothes, which were strewn around the room, and actually wearing the slinky black satin slip which, many months ago, Sarah had worn in front of Ellie, at their first meeting at the hotel, from which so much had followed.

It was immediately obvious that Lisa was wearing nothing underneath it, and Sarah could see her rosebud breasts and the dark triangle of her pubic hair through it, just as Ellie had seen Sarah's body all those months ago. It was also obvious that she was plastered with Sarah's make up, the containers of which lay discarded messily on the dressing table.

Worst of all, Lisa was parading herself around the room in front of Jake, who sat, quietly appraising her as she posed for him, evidently in some kind of tawdry impersonation of her employer, since, as Sarah walked in, Lisa flopped down on the bed, stretching her legs obscenely wide to display her vulva and the dark, sprawling triangle of her public hair, and saying: "Look at me, I'm the lady of the house".

Sarah exploded with rage.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Lisa was totally unabashed.

"I'm showing Jake my hot, hairy little cunt," she said crudely. "He likes it. If I please him, he might fuck it."

"You vile little slut," Sarah screamed. "Get out. Get out of my bedroom, and get out of my house."

"Ooh, no," replied Lisa, in the sinister, girlish sing-song voice she sometimes used with Adam. "Now Mummy is cross with me. Are you going to give me spanking, Mummy? Like the way I spank Daddy for you?"

"Shut your disgusting mouth, you sick little freak," Sarah yelled.

"Don't you dare speak to my sister like that," said Ellie, who had noticed Sarah's unexpected return, and had followed her upstairs, knowing there was going to be a scene when she saw what Lisa and Jake were up to. She now stood in the doorway of the bedroom, blocking the exit.

"I'll speak however I want in my own house," Sarah shot back, but she felt scared, realizing that she was alone with these three, as she suddenly thought, very strange, and perhaps even dangerous, people.

"I think the lady of the house needs to be taught some manners," said Jake, speaking for the first time, in low, dark voice, with the trace of an Irish accent.

Sarah's face fell.

"Strip," said Ellie, coldly.

"But Ellie ..." Sarah began to try to reason with her housekeeper, but stopped when she saw Ellie's hard, expressionless eyes and the cruelty, chillingly similar to Lisa's habitual look, of her face.

"We're not going to force you, Sarah. We're not going to rip the elegant clothes from your lovely, aristocratic body. Why, you could even report us to the police for, I don't know, threatening behaviour. But, if you do, it's all going to come out. How you employed two innocent young women to perform depraved sex acts on your husband. Not just employed them, but showered them with money, unlimited use of charge accounts, a luxury flat, and two brand-new cars. All that can be proved, and people would be bound to believe that we had been doing something much more than 'housekeeping' to be worth so much. The press would have a field day with how a rich entrepreneur and his upper-class wife corrupted two naïve girls from the countryside, turning their impressionable heads with your wealth and power. In fact, I could go any time I like to the papers and sell that story. Maybe they wouldn't have printed it when it was just me you had been employing, and just my word for what happened, but, now, I've got Lisa as a witness."

"But, Ellie, it wasn't like that at all. You know it wasn't. Innocent young women! Naïve girls from the countryside! You must be joking," Sarah protested, angry and horrified.

"Oh, and you could prove that, could you? How? By telling the truth? Even if anyone believed it, you wouldn't want the truth in the papers. So. Strip."

Reluctantly, Sarah began to undress.

"Do it slowly," Jake said quietly, still sitting in his chair.

Sarah slowly unbuttoned her blouse, then drew down the zip on the side of her skirt. The skirt fell to the floor, and she shrugged off the blouse as well, to stand in her lacy white bra and panties.

Lisa moved over, and delicately unclasped the rear fixing of Sarah's bra, exposing her small, sexy boobs. Lisa ran her hands appraisingly over them.

"Cute," she said, but it sounded more like a threat than a compliment.

Then, much more viciously, Ellie ripped Sarah's knickers down her legs, revealing her sex.

"Let's spank her," Lisa giggled.

"No," Ellie said. "Let's cunt-spank her."

"Ellie, please ... I thought we were friends," Sarah begged, tears starting in her eyes.

"Really?" Ellie asked. "Did you really think that? I don't think so. The truth is, you always saw me as a servant. But, now, I'm in charge. So lie down on the bed and open your legs."

"Do it," Lisa hissed.

Sarah lay on the bed, naked apart from her high-heeled shoes, her vulva, like Lisa's a few minutes ago, stretched open, although unlike Lisa her bush was well-trimmed and ash blonde.

"Be brave," Ellie said, with mock sympathy, and held the older woman's hand. "This will hurt, but it won't last long and then it will all be over."

As her sister held Sarah's hand, Lisa smacked a leather belt, hard, six times on the spreadeagled woman's labia. Jake looked on, intently, saying nothing, observing the cruelty of the sisters.

"All over now, Sarah," Ellie said, comfortingly. "You can get dressed again. Then, we need to have a good talk."

Part IV: End game

As Sarah dressed, Ellie had a muttered conversation with Lisa and Jake, who left the bedroom and went back to the basement flat. Then, Ellie led Sarah downstairs to Adam's study. He was already there, waiting as he had been told to, and Ellie explained that she had phoned him when his wife had arrived back early, instructing him to come home.

She left the Hendersons together, hearing Sarah beginning to tell him in outraged tones what had just happened, and went to get a bottle of champagne. This was going to be an occasion, and she intended to enjoy it to the full.

Returning, Ellie sat behind Adam's desk.

"I think we need to get some things straight," she began. "I'm moving out of the basement flat, and will be occupying the house from now on. I will allow you two to live in the flat, rent-free, just as you allowed me."

"You must be out of your mind," said Sarah, combatively, despite still being shocked and shaken by her treatment upstairs. "You can't order me out of my own house."

"Ah, well, Sarah," Ellie explained. "It has never been your house, has it? It belonged to Adam, and he has transferred ownership to me. The sale was completed yesterday. You can see the documents if you want."

Ellie gestured towards a sheaf of papers lying on the desk.

"Adam, is this true? How could you have done something so ... so stupid?" Sarah rounded on her husband.

"But you gave Ellie full authority over me, don't you remember?" he replied.

"Yes, but I meant ... I didn't mean this ..." Sarah spluttered.

Ellie interrupted her.

"Now Sarah, I know this is all a shock but you mustn't worry. I'm prepared to employ you as my housekeeper."

"Employ me as your housekeeper," Sarah screeched. "Whatever are you on about now? I've never worked in my life, still less as a housekeeper, and let alone as a housekeeper to someone like you!"

"Ah, I'm sorry, I haven't explained properly. You see, it isn't just the house that Adam has given to me. He has also signed over all of the money he made from selling his software firm. It's all perfectly legal. You can see the paperwork. Of course, he may start making money from his new firm, but for now at least you do need a job, and with no qualifications or experience that would be hard for a woman approaching 40 to find. To be blunt, you're unemployable. But I am willing to give you a chance, and I'll even throw in my mint green uniform dresses and the Mini Countryman. You'll need it, as your Jaguar, which was in Adam's name, is also in the property he has transferred to me."

"Adam," Sarah screamed at her husband. "How could you do this? Don't give me all this crap about me giving Ellie full authority over you."

"Well, it's true," Adam said. "You did. But it's not just that, you're right. You see, as I told Ellie when I first met her, I love you, I always have, and I still do. I don't mind the way you treat me. It's part of why I love you. And I didn't mind it when you employed Ellie. But Lisa, she was too much. She frightens me, and I could tell she frightened you - and now you have good reason to know that we were both right to be frightened."

"And how does giving all our property away to her sister help, exactly?" Sarah asked bitterly.

"Let me explain," said Ellie. "One day I when I was cuck-sitting Adam on my own, instead of the usual session we had a very serious conversation and made an agreement. He would transfer everything to me, but as a condition of that I got Lisa to sign a contract, paying her £1 million in exchange for a promise that she will never come to this house again, or have any contact with either of you. Oh, and she keeps the car you bought her, too. She agreed."

"And we become penniless and live in a poky little flat," Sarah sneered.

"It's not poky. It's very nice, especially since I had it refurbished. Plenty of people would be very happy to live there, rent-free, and with a ready-made job as well. As for the money, Adam made that, not you, and he never really cared about it anyway. For him, it's the challenge of starting a new business. And you, you will still be able to see your lovers, and humiliate Adam, exactly the way you both like it. You don't need me for that any more. I've taught you all I can, exactly as I promised I would."

Sarah was silent.

"I think that's all, then," said Ellie sweetly. "You have until the end of the week to move your things into the flat. And next Monday, Sarah, you will report to me at 9am to discuss your duties. Now, shall we have a glass of champagne to celebrate?"

Ellie carefully opened the bottle, and poured three glasses. It was Vintage Krug, the same champagne that, all those months ago, Adam had chosen when Sarah had told him to have a bottle sent up to her and her lover. The champagne that Ellie had delivered for him, carrying back the cruelly humiliating message of thanks from his wife.

Neither of the Hendersons picked up their glasses.

"No takers?" asked Ellie, calmly. "Oh, well, I hope you won't mind if I go ahead?"

She raised the glass to her red painted lips and drank its contents, then carefully replaced it on the tray next to the two, still full, ones. Then, leaving the Hendersons to their own devices, she returned to the basement flat, to start packing her own clothes. Lisa was already doing the same.

"Everything ok, sis?" Lisa asked.

"Yes, fine thanks," Ellie replied. "She didn't like it, of course, but she had to accept it in the end. And you, you've got the money in your bank account now, haven't you?"

"Sure, it came through yesterday. Thanks."

"No need to thank me. I knew I couldn't do it without the push of your particular brand of spiteful cruelty," Ellie laughed. "It will be a nuisance not being able to see you here, but you will soon be living it up at university, and of course I'll come and visit you there."

"Great," said Lisa.

"Will you go on seeing Jake?"

"Not for a while, at least," Lisa said ruefully. "You see, the £100,000 you paid him for his help with all this has gone to his head, and he's decided to go off travelling."

"Sorry about that, sis, but I needed him just to give an extra little bit of menace to Sarah. I wasn't sure quite how easily she would fold, you see. And I needed her spirit to be broken before I explained things to her. But, never mind, you remember Alec, who I told you about? I'm sure he'd quite like the idea of having two nasty little cum-slut bitches to discipline, for the odd times we feel like being submissive."

"I'll remember that," Lisa said, seriously. "But, by the way, how did you make sure she walked in on that little scene you asked me and Jake to put on in her bedroom?"

"Oh, that was easy," Ellie explained. "That friend of hers, Charlotte, who she had lunch with today, is a complete air-head. So I called her up this morning and asked her to make an excuse not to go shopping, but not to tell Sarah I'd asked, as it was for a surprise that Adam had got me to plan for his darling wife. Well, that was pretty much true. I knew Sarah wouldn't go shopping on her own, she prefers it to be a social thing, so I guessed she would come home."

"You always were clever, Ellie," her sister said admiringly, before making her usual joke. "Even if you did study a useless subject like History of Art at university."

"Not so useless," Ellie smiled. "It's all about curation. Curating an image, curating rituals, curating desire, and, eventually, curating an entire collection. I think it is going to be my life's work. When I was working at the hotel, I knew I wanted to find something better and in walked the Hendersons and gave me my first big break. But it's only a beginning."

As the evening began, both sisters continued to pack, in preparation for their new lives.

Part V: A new beginning

The next Monday, at 9am, Ellie sat at the desk in her study. She hadn't yet had time to personalise it to her taste, so it still bore the imprint of Adam's tenure. She was wearing a charcoal-grey business suit, the skirt and jacket tightly tailored, over a shimmering cream silk blouse. She was dressed for a meeting later that morning with her wealth manager, and in preparation was poring over the documents of the hundreds of millions of pounds of investments she now owned.

There was a knock on the door, and Sarah Henderson came in, neatly dressed in a mint green sleeveless dress.

"Ah, Sarah," Ellie said. "Do come in. Have you settled into the flat?"

"Yes," Sarah hesitated before continuing. "Thank you."

"Excellent. And I see you've found the uniform I left for you. It fits very well. But, before I give you your instructions for the coming week, I will need to conduct an inspection of your underwear, just to check that it is appropriate."

"I'm sorry?"

"Take your dress off," Sarah said sternly, her voice no longer friendly. "Now."

Without demurring, Sarah removed her dress to reveal lacy black panties and bra.

"That's fine," said Ellie, in a more pleasant tone. "I've always admired your taste in lingerie. Perhaps in future you might consider stockings and suspenders? And perhaps sometimes mint green underwear to match your dress? I will be inspecting regularly, of course, to make sure that standards aren't slipping. These things matter, don't you agree?"

"Yes, Ellie," said Sarah meekly.

"Good, but just one more small thing, Sarah. I'd prefer to be called Madam. I do think it is important to make sure that servants are kept in their place. Otherwise, who knows what they might be able to get away with. I'm sure you understand. Now, shall we run through your orders for this week?"

"Yes, Madam. Thank you, Madam," Sarah said.

Part VI: Coda

Six months later, Lisa began her university course in mathematics. Since leaving the house in Kew, she had met up with Ellie several times, including a couple of sessions in which they had both been submissives to Alec.

Now, sitting in her student bedroom, Lisa began to think about what had happened over the last year, and to feel resentful. Why should she, who had been so crucial to Ellie's campaign to gain control of the Hendersons, have come away with only a measly one million pounds, which wasn't that much nowadays when you came right down to it, when Ellie had got hundreds of millions of pounds? Why should she be in a student room, when Ellie was living in a huge mansion, with Sarah waiting on her hand and foot? Hadn't Ellie treated her, to all intents and purposes, as a servant?

Slowly, methodically, with mathematical precision, her thin, cruel face frowning with concentration, Lisa began to plan how she could take what was, she persuaded herself, rightfully hers from her sister. To find by calculation a way to thwart Ellie's curation.