Misfortunes of the Maid

Anna tugged at the strap of her panties, trying to get the thin strip of fabric to stop digging in her crotch. The front of the underwear was rather tight; it was pulling between her pussy lips, and every time she bent over, it was rubbing against her privates. That wasn't the part she was mad about, but it made her job terribly hard. Well, that was what the client had requested, and she was getting paid good money for this job that was for sure.

With a sharp sigh, she gave up and went back to vacuuming the floor, quickly finishing the last room on that floor and setting the vacuum aside. Grabbing the feather duster, she made her way down the stairs to the study. Her heels clicked on the solid oak stairs, echoing through the grand entryway.

She had been cleaning for almost five hours now and maybe was halfway through; the house was massive, by far the biggest she had ever cleaned. The manor was owned by a younger woman in her 30s, almost the same age as Anna. In real estate, of course, she had to have an extravagant house.

Built in the 1700s, its architecture rivalled every other house on the road with its Gothic style and grand rooms. Solid wood everywhere and carved detail above doorways, into staircases, and even on doorknobs. Large chandeliers hung from ceilings, and room upon room was filled with artifacts and lavish pictures and furniture. Why one woman needed all this was beyond her.

Despite all that space, she had been given a hefty bid to clean the place: 500 dollars per hour with a catch. She had to wear a latex maid outfit, skimpy at best. A photo had been attached to the bid. A black maid skirt with a white ruffle apron, short, leaving her ass exposed at any attempt to bend over. A crop top with a built-in collar that would squeeze her ample breasts without question. The bid also mentioned hair had to be in a high ponytail and lockable high heels would have to be worn the entire time as well. Cleaning in heels would be difficult but not impossible, and the bid price certainly helped.

The request was unusual but not ridiculous. She had heard of people cleaning in skimpy outfits for more money before, and besides, the owner would be out during the day, so perhaps she just wanted to watch on camera or liked the idea of a skimpy slut doing the bidding in her home. Either way, the money was too good to pass up, and she agreed to the terms quickly. Receiving an email with directions shortly after. Upon arrival, she changed into the outfit, just then finding out thigh latex panties were also part of the uniform. They had been rather restrictive, and the whole outfit was very tight in general, but she was rather turned on and was hoping she would get to keep it once finished. The heels had cuffs built into the top around the ankles that she had to secure with a padlock. Keeping her feet at a rather sharp ankle she hoped she would get the key when the Miss of the household returned, as she would never be able to drive home in these.

Having been on her feet for hours and having to walk from room to room, her heels were starting to make her feet sore. The posture was not something she was used to. The collar on the uniform was choking her every time she reached up to move items or clean, and the constant walking around cleaning and vacuuming was causing the tight panties to rub her sex raw.

She made her way into the study, having already cleaned in here, but it still needed a good dusting on some of the shelves. Starting on the open shelving, she was careful to dust around the fragile or precarious-looking objects. Moving on to the books, she dusted along the tops, finding it hard to get a good position. She carefully started removing books and dusting underneath, then replacing them. Grabbing the last book on the end of one of the shelves, she felt it stick in place. Giving it a harder tug, a click was heard as the shelf groaned, sliding backwards a bit. Anna gave it a push as it swung open, and her eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room.

The duster falling to the floor with a loud clatter at her feet, slowly rolling forward as she took a step over her dropped tool, staring at the vast sight before her.

A sex dungeon right out of a porno or movie. Its dimly lit room filled with the soft red glow from overhead lights, depriving you of the time of day or any sense of time at all when underneath. A shiver ran through her as she bit her bottom lip in excitement. Her eyes darted from object to object as her brain tried to process the amount of gear hanging from the walls.

The dim light still reflected glints of steel and metal off cuffs, shackles, and chains as she walked past. Her jaw aching at the sight of some of the gags as she walked past, rubbing her chin at the thought of her mouth filled with a large bit of rubber. Walking around the room, staggering her steps as she weaved around the furniture bolted to the floor. The steel structures stood steadfast, ready to hold unwilling victims or eager ones at the word of their captors.

A cage bolted to the center of the room for a pet to be put on display or a slave locked away and humiliated. A cross for a slut to be whipped and strung up. A standing cage for a prisoner to be shackled and tormented through the bars. An upright dildo attached to a plate on the floor for the pleasure of those so deserved it. The sight of it all made her wet as Anna slid her fingers under her crotch strap and inside her wet sex, slowly rubbing in and out as she explored all the secret chamber had to offer.

After spending a good twenty minutes pacing around and poking her way through items in drawers and on tabletops, leaving pussy juices from her fingers on a few. Anna decided she had to have a little fun before the Miss of the household came home. She carefully shut the door to the room and picked out a few items to use and placed them on the table in front of her.

Deciding to keep the maid outfit on, she had envisioned a scenario where she was caught fucking the Miss's husband and, in a blind rage, was dragged to the secret dungeon to be locked away.

A large posture collar was the start. Anna placed her chin in the cradle and closed it around her neck. Forcing her face forward and upward, she managed to lock the buckles on the back with a bit of straining. Now keeping her unable to look down or to either side. Next, she opened her mouth and pulled a ring gag past her teeth. Her tongue explored the rubber-coated frame that held her mouth ajar. Drool was already starting to drip down onto her uniform. Oh well, at least she had the supplies to clean it later, not to mention latex was a rather easy material to get anything off of. Buckling the gag behind her head, she stood in front of the mirror admiring how good she looked with just the two items added so far.

Keeping it rather simple with her time limit, she opted for the last item to be just a basic pair of hinge handcuffs. Leaving the key on the counter, she decided she would have her fun on the dildo. After all, she earned some enjoyment after having cleaned all day.

After a quick glance, it appeared to be on an adjustable pole you could simply slide up and down. Standing over top of it, she placed her hands behind her back and, with two quick snaps, locked her wrists. Awkwardly grabbing the pole, she was able to slide it upward towards her sex, clicking with each inch she pulled it further. The smooth silicone hit her lips; she gasped, giving it one quick jerk and a hard shove as it rammed inside of her, forcing her to her toes as her hands left the pole.

Trying to steady herself, the invader shifted from left to right, causing her to once again get a wave of pleasure and shudder, step to regain control. Anna moaned behind the gag as she bent over her cuffed hands, grabbing at air, trying to find a way to steady herself.

Planting her feet on the floor, the dildo thrust inside her, ramming hard, and she cried out from her gagged mouth, quickly moving back onto her toes to calm her raging pleasure in between her legs. Any movement she made to steady herself or move off the invader was not only halted but rewarded with it shifting inside of her and causing more pleasure and ultimately more movement.

Anna used this to her advantage, dropping from her toes to her feet and shuffling forward and backward to ultimately bring herself to an orgasm. Her body shuddered, hunched over as she fought its desires. Her hands pulled at the rigid steel. Her dry lips parted around the ring as drool spilled off her tongue into a pile on the floor. Once she had calmed down, Anna reached down, grabbed the bar, and pulled down, but nothing happened. She grabbed one more, her sweaty hands giving a swift pulling motion, yet still nothing. At this point Anna started to panic. The phallus in her still wiggled away and brought her closer to another as she desperately tried to pull it out of her dripping sex.

Anna moaned in her gag as she was now fighting her bonds, her feet slipping and hands grasping wildly, more so flailing as another orgasm overtook her.

The poor girl was viciously tormented like this as she suffered three more orgasms at the fate of the simple yet devious device. What she had failed to notice was that the clicking sound when pulled upward was the internal ratchet system, and once locked, the dildo could only be lowered with a key inserted into the back of the pole at the base to lower it.

Anna was panting, exhausted, her mouth dry yet her uniform soaked with drool as well as her chin. Her wrists had given up the fight, and the dildo between her legs was soaked with juices dripping down the pole. As the door to the dungeon opened, and unable to turn her head, she heard the voice of Miss.

"Well, well, not exactly what I was expecting when I returned from work, but it certainly looks like someone had a good time."

Miss stepped in front of the poor girl, grabbing the posture collar and lifting her head to meet her gaze.

"You look like you did this to yourself, and you knew what you were doing a little bit, at least to be able to get that posture collar on." Anna's eyes filled with shame as she could only mutter from behind her gag.

"Shhhh, don't speak. Whether you did this accidentally or on purpose, your fate is sealed. You were a shitty maid; we both knew that, but I think you will make a fine punishment slave. I would love to display you at parties; just like this would be perfect."

Anna's eyes filled with the prospect of the future mixed with fear, but deep down she knew everything just said was not only right, but about to be the truth.

"As punishment for breaking into my dungeon, you will be left like this for a few more hours. I will return then, and we will get that outfit off you and ready for the new maid. Besides, we have to get you in your new uniform. I think a tight catsuit will look great on you, slave!"

A cackling laugh echoed in the enclosed room as the Miss walked out the door, closing behind her once again, leaving Anna bound and basked in the red glow of the dungeon. Soon to be a slave, and never to be set free.