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Maid Service: Femdom Fiction
Part I
I paused, momentarily taken aback,
“I thought the position was for a maid, Mistress. In my enthusiasm for the position, I must have misread the ad. I do apologise, it’s quite clumsy of me and I know I am taking up your time.”
“Yes, well it is quite clumsy of you, Mistress Sidonia responded. “The ad was quite clear about the role and the specifications. It’s quite an achievement getting ‘Slave girl’ and ‘Maid’ mixed up, don’t you think. All the hallmarks at least of a slut getting carried away in her petty little enthusiasms – that’s all that can be said about it, nothing else.”
“Yes, my apologies, again. I won’t take up any more of your time.”
I stood up from the chair, anxious now to extricate myself in my acute embarrassment and discomfort – all too aware of her penetrating stare, those eyes boring into me, seeing everything, even things I probably wasn’t aware of myself. Her power and dominance were visceral, without her even saying a word. Combined with her haughty demeanour and imperious manner, I felt myself quickly wilting in her presence, like a weak flower caught in the harsh rays of an unforgiving sun.
“Wait.”
From her tone it was clearly a command, and it obviously could not be ignored. I paused, feeling more flustered by the second.
“Kneel in front of me,” she ordered.
Her direction lanced through my confusion, and I fell to my knees. She stood and came around her desk and sat back against it, right in front of my kneeling supplication. In my servile position, I bowed my head further, my gaze fixed on a position in front of me on the floor. At least I had the presence of mind to remember the protocols of such a situation and not dare meet her eye. I was aware of her folding her arms as she looked down on me.
The seconds became minutes, and the silence and her intense appraisal added to my inertia. In some part of my mind I tried to calculate what could possibly come next. For a brief second, in a kind of out of body experience, I pictured myself kneeling in front of her, my utter servility exacerbated by my discomfiture in getting the job spec so wrong. It was quite the role reversal to the morning I had just been through, convening a meeting of the heads of departments and delegating roles and projects for the next six months. My plan, conceived in the week before this bi-annual meeting, had been to take the afternoon off after it and indulge myself in my other life. I had tentatively planned to session with a Domina whom I had served before but then I saw Mistress Sidonia’s ad and jumped to it. I had previously done maid sessions – it was one of my peccadilloes – and I thought I could cut it. Her imperious voice cut the silence, and I flinched from it.
“Sloppiness is obviously something I don’t tolerate to any degree, and you have introduced yourself today largely through it.”
My head bowed further. “Yes, Mistress, again my…..”.
I barely registered the swift move of her leg as it shot out, the tip of her boot connecting full on with my balls with devastating impact. I fell sideways, writhing on the floor in agony. “Get back up,” she commanded. Through the fog of pain, I registered how pathetic I must appear and set about righting myself, the pain in my balls searing through my consciousness. I came to in a more limped kneeling position in front of her, trying to straighten myself, my crotch area not willing to yield as it tried to fold itself to deal with the pain. She leaned in close to me, her head centimeters from the side of my face.
“That was for wasting my time with your stupid mistake.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I answered.
“Now,” she continued, I see you have brought a bag with your maid outfit and bits with you. Go into the annex, get stripped and dress for me. I want to see you in full maid get up. And then we shall see what we might do with you”……..
Part II
I stood mute as her inspection continued. Once again, the silence threatened to overbear me, the intensity of her examination seeping into me as she scrutinised me from every apparent angle. Now and again, she would pull up the shoulders of my pink frilly outfit or pull down on the dress. She had pulled it up to view the pink satin panties I was wearing. It was impossible for me to even guess what she might thinking. I was barely able to process what was happening. Then she instructed me to walk back and forth. I did in my thigh high pink boots, up and down, until she told me to stop.
She resumed her position at the desk and told me to once again kneel in front of me.
I kneeled and assumed a supplicant position. She towered above me – her dominance absolute. I cowered even lower in an involuntary reaction to her over powering presence. The silence was crushing until fractured by the click of her boot heel on the floor as she once again stood. I dared not look – my peripheral vision aware of her walking to my side, circling me until she came to a stop behind me.
I seemed to shrink within myself even further, both physically and mentally. In some part of my head i knew how physically weak i now was in this position, what she had reduced me to.
Mentally my limitations were now manifest. My fear was so raw in its frightened anticipation of what would happen next that it felt as if it had assumed some sort of ill defined physicality. At the same time, I was vaguely aware that my body and mind had gone into some kind of a self defense mechanism mode – attempting to anticipate and ready itself to absorb the onslaught that seemed now certainly imminent.
And another truth now presented itself, burning through the flotsam of my fear. This was the cord of control – the utter purity of dominance, control, subjugation and enslavement – more potent than any physical leash because its power was implied and inherent in the power play now underway. Physically and mentally I was now crushed. And then like a rupture in time and space, she spoke, breaking the moment.
“Tell me about your experience as a maid and the duties you undertake,”
I tried to mask my gasp of relief, but I was all too aware that it was hopeless. She saw everything, nothing escaped her, and she acted on what she saw, utilising the raw materials of a sub’s fears and subjugation to whatever nefarious ends she wanted. Getting my breath under some sort of control, I dutifully reeled off the maid service I could provide, trying to exhaust every possible avenue of servitude – cleaning, dusting, high tea…..until I finished.
“That is all Mistress, I hope I have covered everything.”
“Hmm, yes, well perhaps,” she replied. “It’s a slave girl I was looking for, but I do see some potential in this situation…. Possibly I have in mind for you to be a slut maid, a little servile bitch who will meet my every whim.”
“I session and film quite a bit here and as well as ensuring all my organisational and domestic needs are met in relation to this, I want you also to be available in a participatory capacity. You will be ready, at a moment’s notice, to step into a scene and do as you are are instructed, whether that’s fluffing a cock or rimming a stud’s arse-hole or getting off with another bitch maid.
“I also host my own parties or little soirees that many of my Domme friends and their slaves attend. As well as serving refreshments at these parties I would want you ready to be able to carry out any instruction you may be given. Some of my friends have very idiosyncratic pursuits and interests and who knows what kind of a notion they make take at one of our gatherings. The bottom line, excuse the pun, is that alongside your maid duties you would need to be ever ready to be a bitch in any scenario that presents itself. The only thing you can be sure of is that filth, perversion, exhibitionism and hedonism will be at the core of all of this.
“We tend to be partial to sex shows here, and the dirtier they are the better. Most of the time these are not even planned, they just happen as the evening progresses. For example, we might fancy a little creampie show to go with our desserts. Or a little balls and shaft licking for starters…”
“I also travel out to parties, and you may be required to attend these. Again, if you are present, it will be for our entertainment, and rest assured anything could happen. So, you see you could be called upon to do anything. Your brief will be broad and filthy. The question is are you willing?
“Yes, Mistress. I shall endeavour to be a slut maid for you; to perform any duties you give me.”
“Ok, you will have a probationary period, and we will then assess how you are getting on. You will report for duty Monday next week and we will work out a schedule for you. Now, I have a alpha-male stud coming for a 4pm film session. So, pack up your stuff and go,” she ordered.
“Thank you, Mistress. I got to my feet and turned to go.
Mistress’s voice and chuckle checked my movement.
“On second thoughts, you may be of some use this afternoon. I’ve just had a very interesting idea…….”
by slut penny
Real Femdom 
