Domesticated Demotion Pt. 01

Domesticated Demotion - Part 1

Ellie placed down her drink, a soothing remedy for the hot sun on another beautiful day. Lounging in her backyard, she sighed, body stretching out to enjoy the rays beaming down while she relaxed. Just as she did everyday, relax. Drink. Relax. Shop.

She was so happy marrying Richard a year ago, becoming THE Mrs. Harrington, much to the jealousy of so many women around her. He was stern, but comforting, wanting a companion in life, someone to accompany him to events, who could handle the lifestyle he lived.

Which she did, Ellie expertly and happily donning her evening gowns, memorising every important name, being the perfect wife in every sense of the word. None of which she minded terribly, enjoying the fruits of hers and Richard's labour as she spent another care-free afternoon in the backyard by the pool.

Yet, she just couldn't shake that something was missing.

That little pull in the back of her mind, that constant tickle, such a subtle feeling that she couldn't define. She would pour some of her worry into her husband, surprising him with new lingerie, left in a sweaty puddle of her own orgasms, Richard was simply the perfect husband in every conceivable way.

Sighing, Ellie looked up as Gabriella approached her, a new drink anticipated and ready on her tray. She smiled, always amazed at how attentive their maid truly was, maintaining the house and their lives so effortlessly. Gabriella smiled, offering Ellie a professional curtsy, swapping the glasses before heading back inside.

At first, Ellie had been wary of Gabriella, having been employed by Richard before they had met. They were of similar age, and she was a little taken aback at just how naturally beautiful she was, even donning such a simple maid uniform, her hair always pulled back into a tight bun.

She would push her, testing her patience, dropping things here and there. She'd have her do extra chores, change her mind on how she wanted things done, always subtle ways to mess with her maid. But Gabriella just smiled through it all, offering that same professional curtsy, simply doing her duty.

Eventually Ellie realised she was being silly, petty, and foolish. She apologised to Gabriella, opening up to the woman about her insecurities, asking for forgiveness. Which, of course, the composed and wonderful maid gladly gave, the two of them now far more friendly with one another.

She always seemed so content, obviously not an easy job, physically or otherwise. But, Gabriella just moved about her day, relentless, persistent, and determined. It was a mindset that Ellie envied, to have such a defined lifestyle, knowing what each day required.

As she watched the beautiful woman disappear into the house, the lilac uniform professional yet fitting her perfectly, those long legs wrapped in black tights, a bow expertly tied to hold up her apron... Ellie found herself longing. She moaned to herself, legs pressing together as she felt heat begin to radiate out of her pussy, barely covered in the swimsuit she'd chosen to tan in.

Confused, aroused, and suddenly hungry, Ellie pushed those new emotions to the back of her mind, trying to calm herself by basking in yet another beautiful day.

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A few days later Ellie brought up her feelings to her husband, Richard listening as he lay beside his wife. Her face burned as she talked, admitting what she was fantasising about, unable to meet his eyes as he smirked at her, his hand gripping her thigh as she muddled through her thoughts.

Richard smiled down at her once she finished, running his hand over her cheek, promising he knew exactly what to do to make his wife happy. Ellie whimpered as his fingers found her clit, already heightened from being so honest and exposed, soon moaning against his lips as he played with her.

Keeping her in his arms, he guided his cock inside of her, finger still circling on her clit as she bit his shoulder to stop from screaming, cumming hard from the multitude of sensations. Pussy now so sensitive, she quivered with every thrust, softly losing her mind as she was fucked, pumped full of his cum, before falling against his chest, exhausted and happy.

She didn't have to wait long for Richard to fulfill his promise, finding a note taped to her bathroom mirror the next Monday morning.

My Dearest Ellie,

I've informed Gabriella about your new adventure, and you will be reporting to her for the entire week. She will guide you, teach you, and train you in the duties expected of my new maid.

Don't disappoint me.

Mr. Harrington

Ellie whimpered reading the note, seeing how he signed it, knowing that her secret had been not only shared, but discussed with her maid. Her pussy throbbed, demanding attention while she stood there, fingers moving down instinctively, re-reading her husband's note.

"Ellie!" Gabriella's stern voice snapped her out of her trance, Ellie screeching seeing her standing in the bathroom door. She dropped the note, covering herself while a deep shade of red crossed over her entire body.

"Meet me downstairs right this instant, no... delays." The hesitation, mixed with a subtle stare at her wet and glistening fingers made Ellie whimper all the more as Gabriella disappeared from sight. Still aching for a release, she moved quickly into her bedroom to get ready.

That's when she saw it, the garment bag draped over her bed. Opening it, she nearly fainted, legs shaking from what was inside. Carefully, she took it out, running an unsteady hand over the outfit, her uniform she surmised for the week.

Piece-by-piece she slid the expected uniform onto her body, blushing through the entire experience. The thong, practically sticking to her now achingly frustrated pussy. The stockings, black with seams she lined in place, the tops adorned by a lacy white trim. The dress, a light leather, hugging her chest and torso but flared out past her waist. Ellie burned seeing how short it was, feeling it ride up her ass with the smallest movement.

She quickly did her hair and make-up lightly before donning the final accessories. A pair of beautiful heels, already dreading being raised 10cm for this endeavour, knowing her legs would be screaming at her. A tiny, impractical apron and headband, the lace matching the tops of her stockings, not helping at all with her blush. The final piece elbow-length nylon gloves, shivering as they rested against her forearm.

Standing in the mirror, she realised that she was a mockery of a maid. A distorted, kinky reflection. Gabriella was confident, graceful, and professional, holding an air of authority in her position. Ellie was none of those things, squirming as she couldn't even stand still, turned on by the very sight of herself.

How can I face Gabriella in this!? But Ellie didn't have time to dwell on her thoughts and fears, the stern warning from her maid still echoing in her mind. With a deep breath, trying with all her might to ignore the throbbing in her pussy, she left the safety of her room, the tall heels betraying her every step on the marble floors.

She found Gabriella in the kitchen, Ellie's face burned as she presented herself, hands clammy and held together in front of her. Her maid eyes widened in shock for a moment, before controlling her expression, seeing her employer in such a state. However, even the professional Gabriella couldn't hide that amused smirk spreading across her face, making Ellie sink even further into her own humiliation.

Walking over, Gabriella inspected Ellie, circling her as she deepened her own blush. Standing behind her, the maid had Ellie kneel down, feeling a brush run through her hair. She whined softly to herself as she felt the first scrunchie go in, knowing she was being put into pig tails. She hated pig tails, always had, even when she was a child. To have it done to her as an adult, kneeling for her maid, Ellie could no longer contain the shameful blush spreading through herself... nor ignore just how wet her pussy was getting.

Satisfied with her addition, Gabriella took Ellie's hand, helping her to her feet to learn how to curtsy. She taught her the professional, short one that Ellie had seen her do many times, making her perform it over and over until it was drilled into her head. Ellie blushed furiously as Gabriella continued cleaning the fridge, watching from the corner of her eye to ensure she was still practising.

Satisfied with her form, Gabriella then taught her a more dramatic curtsy, deeper, bending down to show off her cleavage, the dress riding up her ass with each one. Her heart slammed into her chest as she did this before her maid, flushed beyond what she thought was possible. She knew Gabriella would never perform such a curtsy, she didn't show cleavage in her uniform, she was a professional.

Ellie, however, was not. She was a tourist, a plaything, to be shown off, to display herself. With each curtsy she felt that resonated deep within herself, her pussy throbbing as she learned from her better, her superior. Ellie already couldn't believe how much she strived to be like Gabriella, to match her grace and sophistication in her profession.

Gabriella, clearly enjoying the entirety of the situation, simply kept her curtsying for the majority of the morning, swapping back and forth between her two options. By the time she let Ellie stop her legs were burning, aching from being in her heels. Gabriella got sensible flats.

The rest of the day she taught her how to be a maid. Ellie learned how to properly fold, how to clean, finding a sense of pride going through the list with her tutor. She took for granted everything being so perfectly in place, not understanding how much work went into keeping it so. Dusting, cleaning, arranging, each activity aimed at improving the life of Mr. Harrington, exactly how he preferred.

Gabriella changed towards the end of her shift, her jeans hugging a toned body from constantly being on her feet. Ellie's screamed at her in her heels, secretly hoping her maid would go home so she could finally sit down, and rest her weary souls. But Gabriella just observed as she went through the final few items on her chore list, watching with that same damn smirk spread across her face as Ellie moved about the room, ensuring everything was perfect for Mr. Harrington.

Richard!! My husband's name is Richard! Ellie blushed, finding herself multiple times throughout the day using his formal title, each slip further deepening the excited shame she felt burning through her body. She kept busy, refusing to look back at Gabriella, knowing how red her face must be.

As they both heard her husband's car return to the sweeping driveway, the telltale rubber over cobblestone, Gabriella presented her in the front hallway. Ellie burned with humiliation, displayed like a vase, hands to her side, ready and waiting.

Richard walked through the door, nodding to Gabriella off to the side, before his eyes descended upon her, drinking in this image of his wife. Ellie's heart hammered in her chest under that stare, a mix of amusement and hunger danced in his eyes as she performed the hardest curtsy of the day.

Her left leg slid gracefully to her right, bending down to display herself, the uniform threatening to simply fall off her. Hands to her side, holding her skirt up just as she'd been taught, Ellie held the demeaning pose for what seemed like an eternity, before standing upright once more, hands folded neatly against herself.

Staring down at her own feet, she heard a soft, but undeniable chuckle from her husband. So subtle, yet it tore through her, blushing profusely as he talked with Gabriella. She told him about her performance as he walked her to the door, as if she wasn't even in the room. Ellie steadied her breath, excitedly exhaling from the entire experience, unsure of what was happening to her.

The door opened once more with one set of footprints, squirming in place as they approached her. Ellie felt a finger under her chin, soon staring in her husband's eyes, those deep penetrating eyes she could never refuse. Her lips parted slightly, unable to contain her soft, delicate whimpers as he held her in place, melting under his gaze.

"How was your first day?" First. His voice shivered across her skin, barely able to breathe as she stared up at him, feeling as if she'd collapse at any moment.

"I'm so fucking wet, Mr. Harrington."

With a growl, his eyes flaring up with need, Richard bent her over the foyer table, slamming her into the polished wooden finish. Ellie moaned in shock, feeling her thong being stripped down her legs, completely soaked from her day spent as a glorified maid. He opened her mouth to shove it inside of her, shaking from being treated so roughly.

Moaning against the wet fabric, she shook as he effortlessly shoved his cock into her, pussy happily stretching around him. Ellie couldn't remember ever being this turned on, pressed hard against the table as he fucked her, used her, pounded her to his hearts content.

Groaning, Richard pushed hard into her, hearing him cum as he pinned her down, biting her ear as his moans drifted through her mind. Oh how she loved hearing his moans. He sighed with relief, slowly slipping his cock out of her, hearing his pants zip up behind her. Ellie whined into her thong, the ache in her pussy now enflamed, pulsing constantly as she was driven mad with her own desire.

Mr. Harrington gripped her hair, pulling her ear up to his lips, demanding her full attention.

"Go clean up and get changed, then get started on dinner." Ellie watched as he moved past her, walking to his office to drop off his bag, leaving his glorified maid dripping with his cum.

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That night she snuggled up against him, pussy still threatening to set her aflame, as he leant down to kiss her. She talked about the day, how exciting it was, the humiliation, the boredom, everything about it. Richard listened through it all, staring down at her, interrupting with the occasional kiss.

He then asked a terrifyingly exciting question.

"Do you wish for it to continue?"

Ellie whimpered, her pussy throbbing between her legs as she nodded, needing him to play with her, to make her cum.

"Please" was all she could muster, afraid to say anything more, aching as his hand slid down to feel the wet, needy pussy of his wife.

Ellie whined and moaned against his lips, shaking as she felt his thick fingers tease her, circling her clit just how he knew she loved. Pulling away, Richard's fingers stopped, leaving Ellie to whine in fear, begging him with her eyes to continue.

"If you wish for this to continue," he said, staring intently into her eyes, "then your permission to cum is now tied to your performance."

She shook, in complete shock as if her husband had slapped her, barely able to breathe from his statement. Ellie couldn't help her whimpers as she wanted to beg him, wanted to cum, wanted her release that she worked so hard for. But Richard had made up his mind, waiting for her answer, her commitment, her choice.

With tears in her eyes, Ellie stared up at her husband. "Did... did I earn the right to cum, Mr. Harrington?" That was it, she had accepted her new role. She had bought into the fantasy, and the rules that came with it.

Richard smiled, seeing the look on his wife's face, leaning down to kiss her forehead, gently cupping her cheek.

"No."

He offered Ellie a final, deep kiss goodnight, before turning off the bed-side light, pulling her against his chest. Ellie listened to his breathing, listened to him drift off to sleep, listened to the hum of the house as everything settled.

Through it all she ached. Through it all she shook. Through it all she nearly cried.

A healthy mix of fear and excitement rocked her mind and body, realising that her ability to earn the release she so desperately needed now resided in the hands of one person.

Gabriella.

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The longest week of Ellie's life.

Each morning she would sit patiently as Gabriella styled her hair, burning with a shame she no longer could even pretend to hate. Everything about her was impractical by design, purposefully paraded about by both her husband and her maid.

And she loved it... by fuck did she love every minute.

For the first few days, Ellie eyed Gabriella behind her back, unsure if she knew about the power that had been handed to her by her husband. But after a while she didn't even care if the woman was in on it, Ellie simply tried with every aspect of inner strength to please her, to be a good maid.

The thong she was required to wear was constantly stuck to her, feeling how wet and desperate she had become. Ellie had to catch herself trying to rub against it, moving her hips just slightly to feel the fabric brush against her aching clit. She couldn't let Gabriella see her in this state, she needed to impress her, to earn an orgasm so her mind stopped threatening to unravel.

To her credit, Gabriella continued to be very open to the premise of her little game. She would teach Ellie how to keep the house clean, what was required in its upkeep, and how to anticipate what would be needed before it was. Day-by-day, she gained only more respect for this hard working woman.

But she still had yet to cum.

Each night Mr. Harrington would inspect her after talking with Gabriella, often kneeling or standing in the foyer as she had that first fateful day. His tactics on tormenting her would change, from him gently brushing her clit through the wet fabric of her thong, coating his thumb in her desperation. To using her, leaving her full and dripping with his cum, pussy throbbing, still unable to orgasm without being touched.

At night she'd lie beside him, softly whimpering into the darkness, regretting agreeing to this new role and position as she felt that ache pulse within her. Yet, simultaneously, Ellie couldn't shake how much she wanted this, needed this, wanting to prove herself as a good maid.

Come Saturday morning, Ellie awoke unsure of what the day would hold, as Gabriella didn't work weekends. But as she walked into the bathroom, she was greeted by a familiar uniform, her pussy throbbing as her unasked question was answered.

Ellie slid on her thong, she snapped the garter straps in place, she checked the lines on her seams, flowing through the ritual of becoming a sexualised and displayed maid. As she was about to leave, she noticed two scrunchies placed on the counter, pouting as she did. She tried to walk out, tried to leave her hair in a more appropriate manner, but even if she wasn't here Ellie couldn't take that look of disappointment she'd seen on Gabriella's face all too often.

Two pigtails bounced behind her as she slowly made her way downstairs, Richard already lounging outside. She knew he'd almost be done with his morning coffee, a proud smile spreading across her face as she anticipated his need for his second, just as she had been taught.

However, as she went to move further into the kitchen, something else caught her eye lounging beside him. Someone in a dark purple bikini, far more full-figured than herself, turned away to the patio door to engage with her husband, saying something to bring a smirk to his face.

Gabriella.

Ellie had to cross her legs, holding onto the countertop for support, the surprise of their maid so casually being present on a weekend making her weak. She already knew the scenario, knew what would greet her when she walked out there, knew the humiliation that was waiting through that door.

And it made her dripping, fucking, wet.

With her chest pounding, Ellie prepped Mr. Harrington's coffee, before opening the patio with a deep breath, heels clicking off the concrete surrounding the pool. As she approached, the smirk on her husband's face grew, those devious eyes hidden beneath his sunglasses.

"Good morning, Mr. Harrington," Ellie began, ignoring the woman in her peripherals for the time being. "I've started your second coffee if it pleases you." Richard nodded in approval, handing her his empty cup. With a breath to steady herself, she turned towards Gabriella, inwardly groaning from the even bigger smile greeting her.

"Good morning... Miss Gabriella," Ellie said, barely able to get the words out in her current state, surprised she was still able to stand. "May I get you anything in the meantime?" Ellie's eyes drifted down her body, typically hidden beneath her uniform. Presented in all its glory out in the open, the bikini doing very little in the sense of modesty, Ellie almost pouted, not needing another reason to be jealous of this woman.

"I do not, Ellie, but what a good girl for addressing me properly." Ellie burned, even more so hearing Richard's soft chuckle, fighting the urge to glare at her teacher. Instead, she curtsied, a dramatic dip to show off her tiny, ridiculous outfit, before turning to finish preparing Mr. Harrington's coffee.

"Oh, maid." Ellie stopped, Gabriella's voice beckoning her back. With another steadying breath, she turned to face her, greeted by a devious look in her eyes.

"Your hair, it is so... fitting," Gabriella said, the pulsing Ellie felt through her body not ceasing in the slightest. "But I'd like to make some adjustments. Come sit, please."

Helpless, Ellie walked back to sit down on the lounge chair, presented facing her husband while Gabriella tightened up and re-shaped her pigtails. Hands in her lap, legs pressed together, Ellie genuinely feared she might cum from the humiliation alone then and there.

With a satisfied hum, Gabriella had her stand once more, smiling up at her. "Wonderful, don't you think Richard?" Richard. The casual way she said her husband's name made Ellie nearly moan, almost visibly shaking. Mr. Harrington looked up from his phone, that subtle smirk still hanging on his face as he stared at his wife.

"Appropriate," was the only word he used, but the only one he needed. Gabriella smiled, staring over Ellie.

"Off you go now," Ellie once again curtsied in front of Gabriella's little hand wave, shooing her towards her morning chores. When she returned to the safety of the kitchen, she breathed out several times in rapid succession, gripping the counter for support. Ellie hadn't cum in close to seven days, and here she was fighting the urge to drip through her already wet thong.

Scenario's ran through her head, each one adding to the aching desperation she felt between her legs. A soft machine whir to her left broke Ellie's trance, announcing Mr. Harrington's coffee was finished. She took a steadied breath, watching sugar disappear beneath the dark liquid surface, letting her mind begin to settle.

Resolve washed over her, not letting the casual surprise of Gabriella throw her off, remembering her training. Ellie had one goal for today, and that was earning the right to cum.

She needed to cum.

She had to cum.

With a final breath, she collected Mr. Harrington's coffee, returning to the poolside to place it down beside her husband, legs straight as she bent over. Gabriella had spent hours watching her do this exact movement, ensuring she held her form perfectly. Ellie's blush deepened as she felt her already short uniform slide up her legs, stocking tops and garters evident and on display.

Gabriella didn't have to bend down like this, she was a professional.

Mr. Harrington offered her a subtle smile, before returning to his phone, the small moment seeming to last forever. Gabriella offered her a proud nod, which forced a beaming smile to Ellie's face, curtsying to them both before walking back into the house, stifling the urge to cheer with glee, slightly embarrassed from just how elated she was from such a small form of praise.

Finding herself standing in the kitchen, Ellie suddenly felt a little lost, always having Gabriella to direct her to the next chore. Her voice echoed in Ellie's mind, anticipate needs, moving about the house with her mentor's training guiding her actions.

All day Ellie pampered both her husband and her maid, surprised at how natural it felt to do so. Gabriella took every opportunity to test her, watching her squirm in place as she was subtly humiliated. Despite her desperation, Ellie couldn't deny just how excited the entire day had made her, finding an intense amount of satisfaction and joy in being in this position for them both.

After clearing up dinner, Ellie stood to the side of the table, present but invisible, Gabriella having changed into one of her evening gowns. It hung off her far differently, the fabric hugging her curves in fantastic ways, so easily slipping into the role of Richard's dinner companion, certainly easier than Ellie had in learning hers.

She kept her head down, but couldn't help but sneak peaks where she could manage, the entire experience ripping through her with excitement. This was certainly new territory for her, for all of them, the entire week seeming to shift the dynamic in her household.

Placing his glass down, Mr. Harrington led them both to the living room, a box already present on the table. Ellie was directed to open it, already recognising that it was some type of expensive lingerie. Her eyes widened with excitement, a beautiful dark purple greeted her as she gently ran her fingers up and down the fabric.

She already pictured how it would look, framing her, standing ready as she often did for Richard to see her in a new piece for the first time. He smiled, approaching her, his strong hand on her shoulder.

"Go upstairs and help Gabriella get ready."

The words hit her hard, unable to stop a surprised whimper escaping her lips. She stared up at her husband, pussy throbbing between her legs, several confusing emotions churned through her body.

Ellie saw Richard's eyes, testing her, knowing she could end this little role reversal at any moment. It had been fun, enjoyable even, especially with how Gabriella had committed to her humiliation and training.

But this was real. This was defining.

None of them moved, none of them spoke, Ellie's heart slamming into her chest amidst the thundering silence surrounding her. Despite the thousand questions burning through her mind, despite the fear and trepidation she felt surging up inside of her, Ellie couldn't shake that excitement.

She didn't know why, she didn't know how, she didn't know if she was insane. But with a breath, she closed the lid of the beautiful box, hands shaking as she collected it in her arms, turning to face them both, dropping into a deep, obedient curtsy.

"If you'll follow me, Miss Gabriella."

An amused and slightly shocked look spread over Gabriella's face, eyeing her up and down as Ellie straightened. Her face burning with shame, Ellie led her upstairs, each step weighed down, her thong seeming to brush her clit with every stride.

She really, really needed to cum.

The two women worked in silence, Ellie methodically sliding up each piece as she wrapped Gabriella in the beautiful fabric. Beige stockings, the tops a matching deep purple, garters holding them in place. Straps crossing her body, those breasts now prominently on display, Ellie unable to deny the beautiful body before her.

Everything in place, Gabriella grabbed Ellie's wrist as she cleared away the dress and box, forcing her to stare into her eyes, softly whimpering from her touch.

"Are you sure, Ellie?" She said it with concern, with sincerity. There was no playfulness, no teasing, no gloating over the position she was in. The simple question soothed so many worries in Ellie's mind, knowing this was someone she could trust, that she could lean on with this new aspect of herself. It was fast, sudden, and exciting, and Ellie couldn't imagine it being with anyone else.

"Yes, Miss Gabriella," she said, placing her hand gently over hers, offering it a comforting, confident squeeze. "Somehow, this is exactly what I want."

Gabriella smiled, cupping Ellie's cheek with her hand, feeling as if for the second time that week her fate had been sealed. The beautiful woman led her to the side of the bed against the wall, showing her exactly where to stand after bringing in Mr. Harrington, and the pose she wished her to be in. Ellie moaned softly from the domineering shift in her voice, melting any further resolve she may have had.

Returning with her husband in tow, Ellie offered them both a final curtsy, before moving as instructed. She watched every moment intently, the first kiss, the way his strong hands gripped her waist, the moans as his fingers found her clit through the snug panties. Each one sending jolts through her body, her own clit screaming to be touched.

Mr. Harrington placed Miss Gabriella at the side of the bed, her head hanging off slightly to stare at Ellie. His cock rubbed up and down her wet pussy, Ellie unable to stop herself from licking her lips, shaking as Gabriella was teased. Both of them stared into her eyes as he slid inside of her, moans echoing off the walls from all three.

Ellie gripped tighter into her forearms, holding them behind her back, wanting nothing more than to rub herself furiously in front of them, the humiliation alone nearly making her cum on the spot. Gabriella moaned, a smirk spread on her face as she was fucked by the cock Ellie had willingly shared and given up.

Every sound excited Ellie, every moment a delicious torment. She loved it, she savoured it, she never wanted it to end. But she needed to cum. It was tearing her apart, threatening to drive her insane, the throbbing in her clit unbearable.

Gabriella cried out, her chest flushed, Richard's thumb circling on her clit as he fucked her, suddenly cumming hard on Ellie's husband's cock. It nearly broke her, hands threatening to move down her body, the beautiful sight almost too much to bear. Richard soon after growled, shoving deep inside Gabriella as he came, watching the muscles in his neck bulge from the effort.

Ellie was on fire, absolutely sure she was dripping through her thong, the thin cotton fabric completely spent from being on all day. She openly moaned, whining as she stood there, shaking with a need she didn't think was possible. She knew she looked pathetic, but was beyond the point of caring, ready to dive into any form of humiliation for the chance to finally cum.

Gabriella and Richard shared some more kisses, his thrusts softenening as he slowly continued to fuck her, both recovering from their orgasms. She leaned back, her head upside down to stare at Ellie, those eyes dancing with terrifying promise. Turning herself around as Richard freed himself from her, Gabriella hung her legs over the side of the bed, beckoning the maid over with a finger.

Shaking, Ellie knelt down between her legs, knowing what would be expected. She'd never done anything remotely like this before, but the throbbing sensation in her pussy pushed her past any trepidations. With a desperate moan, Ellie dived into the pussy her husband had just fucked, tasting both of their orgasms on her tongue.

Richard sat down beside Gabriella, a look of amusement and shock on his face, watching Ellie lick and clean. She tasted his cum, oozing out of the somewhat sensitive pussy, pulled away on occasion by Gabriella for being too excited. Slow, gentle, savoury, she was taught how to lick, to please, to soothe the pussy that she couldn't seem to tear her eyes from.

Ellie heard them kiss above her, not daring to look up, focusing on how she was required to serve. Gabriella, with a satisfied sigh, finally pulled her off her pussy, Ellie's face a mess of both of their cum.

"I think," Gabriella said, her leg shifting forward to rest between Ellie's legs, "our maid has finally earned the right to cum."

Ellie whined with excitement, blushing deeply from her burst of verbal emotion, but too eager to care. They both laughed at her reaction, Gabriella having her peel off the thong between her legs, holding it up to show the wet mess it had become. With a smirk, she guided Ellie to place it in her mouth, soon moaning around the fabric coated in her excitement.

Shifting forward, her hands once again held in position behind her, Ellie burned with shame as Miss Gabriella allowed her to hump her nylons, the stockings feeling incredible on her denied clit. She blushed, the shame spreading through her body not enough to stop the desire to finally fulfill that carnal need, rubbing herself on the leg before her.

Ellie stared up at both of them, their eyes filled with amusement as she rubbed, already on the brink of an orgasm from the evening. She begged to cum, terrified Miss Gabriella would pull her leg away at the last moment, knowing she was passing the edge. But they eagerly watched, intent on seeing her debase herself, the pathetic display the only thing they wanted to see.

In what felt like seconds Ellie came, humping her leg like a dog, screaming into her own thong. A week of denial, of being a mockery of a maid, the training, the humiliating curtsies, the taste of their cum on her lips, it all culminated into the most intense orgasm she'd ever had. Tears in her eyes, body shaking uncontrollably, Ellie humped Miss Gabriella's leg over and over, leaving a wet, pathetic mess as she was overcome with her release.

Miss Gabriella playfully patted her head, saying what a good girl she was, Ellie barely able to keep herself upright as she blushed. She was offered the mess she'd made of her stockings, licking them dry to her best efforts, knowing mostly it was for show.

After recovering, Miss Gabriella led her out of the bedroom, saying she had prepared a few surprises for her 'little maid'. Ellie dutifully followed, knowing there was very little this woman could do or say now that she wouldn't comply with, fully embracing whatever this new dynamic was she found herself in.

Ellie was led to an old storage closet towards the back of the house, one rarely in use as they had plenty of space. Miss Gabriella opened the door to show a single bed had been placed inside, with some other makeshift furniture to resemble a tiny bedroom. Her thong still in her mouth, Ellie whimpered into the fabric, not expecting this in the slightest, and yet unbelievably and surprisingly excited by the prospect.

"This is your new room," Miss Gabriella said, offering her another little pat as she stared into the tiny space. "I prepared it just in case you said yes to all this, I truly wasn't sure if you would."

Anticipate needs. Ellie blushed, still unsure herself just why she did, but knowing it was the correct choice.

Miss Gabriella had her strip out of her uniform while she pulled a device from one of the shelves, Ellie staring at it with some confusion. Standing naked, she soon whimpered in fear as it was wrapped around her waist, the belt snugly fitting between her legs, metal perfectly hugging her hips. It closed with a soft click, somehow simultaneously the most terrifying and exciting noise Ellie had ever heard.

"I'm sure," Miss Gabriella said, pushing Ellie to the bed with a victorious grin on her face, "that you will continue to earn orgasms with good behaviour." She leaned in, her breath hot on Ellie's ear as she switched to a soft whisper. "This will make sure of it."

Ellie watched as she disappeared through the door, closing it behind her. Left in the tiny space, feeling the belt locked on her for the first time, her fingers tracing where her clit should be, already feeling that aching need creeping back into her body.

Taking out the ruined thong from her mouth, Ellie's breath was short, laboured with excitement, resting her head on the pillow from a tiresome day. Yet she couldn't stop herself from softly moaning, hand rubbing and tracing along the metal, slowly driving herself insane.

She pictured Miss Gabriella upstairs with Mr. Harrington. She pictured her cumming on his cock again. She pictured her cuddling in his arms in that big, comfy bed. She pictured herself rubbing her desperate pussy in humiliation on her leg once more, burning with shame at how turned on it all made her.

At the mercy of her new role, in the hands of a new dynamic, Ellie fell asleep with a frustrated smile on her face, one clear, concise thought in her mind.

She was ready to be the best maid she could be.