As I did my make up on the Saturday morning I was very anxious. Mrs Johnson had been particularly harsh throughout the week and the punishments had really hurt. I could not understand why she seemed so aggresive and angry. I was totally submissive in her company and did everthing she asked to the very best of my ability.
As I prepared the tea, I heard the door bell ring. Next, Mrs Johnson’s voice could be heard saying hello and come in. As I prepared the tray as instructed, I wondered what their coffee mornings would be like?
I had to wait outside the room holding the tray until exactly 10:30. As the second hands ticked away I heard Mrs Johnson thank them for coming and she then mentioned a major problem that she had asked Beryl for help with? Margaret and Julia had both expressed an interest in obtaining a Maid. She hoped that her experience would help them understand some of the pitfalls with these bitches? What could she mean? The clock struck 10:30 and I walked in.
Ah, here she is, Mrs Johnson announced. I was still no wiser. What could she mean?
As I poured the tea, Mrs Johnson explained to the ladies that the whole house had cctv. This enabled her to keep an eye on Samantha at all times and to make sure she was not relaxing when she was out. She held up a dvd and said that “on here is an example”. The ladies each took there tea as she loaded the dvd.
As it was loading I went to leave the room. Stand there she instructed, pointing to a corner of the room. I did so, in plain site of all the women who gave me that dismissive look only a glamorous, experienced, mature woman can.
The television showed me on my knees sucking Mr Johnson. The quality was perfect! Not the grainy rubbish you see on Crime Watch. This was high definition and the camera panned as I took his enormous erect cock in my mouth, right to the back of my throat. As you can see your husbands will enjoy having a maid, you know how grumpy they can be if they get frustrated.
Mr Johnson stood up and taking me by the hand led me through to the punishment room. I remembered this very well. He told me to get on the stool I the middle of the room on my hands and knees. I had no idea that this had been recorded. My knees were very far apart leaving my special cunt totally exposed. Straps hung from the fours corners and it wasn’t long before he had attached these to my wrists and ankles. Totally helpless, he stood in front of me and again fed his enormous swollen cock between my lips. The recording even had sound, so my slurps and gulps where intermingled with his instructions to suck Bitch.
After 5 minutes of relentless face fucking, he moved behind me. In a matter of fact manner he explained that the anal training I had been receiving from Mrs Johnson was specifically intended to provide him with a pleasurable experience whenever he wanted it! The head of his hard cock started to entered my lubed hole. I tried to relax into it, knowing that that would minimise the initial pain. As his erect penis forced it way into me he felt even bigger than I knew him to be. He started to rock in and out, slowly at first, all the time telling me that I would become his special tart, ready to take his cum at any time.
The ladies looked on enjoying my discomfort. At this point Mrs Johnson had appeared on the film, as Mr Johnson had started to pound me mercilessly. The film all of sudden stopped and switched to the bathroom. Mrs Johnson paused the film. As you can see that is one of the benefits of having one of these little tarts. Your husbands will be very grateful and may even want to make the bitch available to their friends. It certainly beats Saturday afternoon football in front of the telly, Beryl pointed out.
Yes, Mrs Johnson agreed. However there are some negatives. This was recorded a week ago. The film restarted and showed me emptying the laundry basket of dirty washing prior to it being washed. Again in high definition I could be seen sorting out the items individually. I looked on in horror as I lifted a single stocking and smelt it. Then a pair of Mrs Johnson’s black lace panties. I lifted the items and held it up to my face, lingering in the intimate aroma of this gorgeous woman.
The three women were disgusted and looked at me with utter distain. I wanted to run from the room, but I could tell from Mrs Johnson’s expression, that I was to stay where I was.
It gets worse she said. The film then cuts to my bedroom. I am lain on the bed, in my black thigh boots, stockings, basque and heavily made up as I am always required to be. I have Mrs Johnson’s panties in one hand, held over my face and in the other my own erect cock. I am masturbating. The scene is about 3 minutes long, at the end of which my orgasm is a long streak of cum about a foot in the air. I pass the panties into my wanking hand and finish my orgasm with Mrs Johnson’s expensive black lace panties, covering them with my cum.
Well, the three women in the room gasped. Horrified at what they saw. "The Bitch" commented Margaret. "That is disgusting" said Julia. It’s worst than you described said Beryl to Mrs Johnson.
Beryl then spoke to the others. Angela (Mrs Johnson) called me a week ago to ask my advice. When she saw the recording her first instinct was to dismiss this bitch. Mrs Johnson found three other items of her underwear in the room and pornographic dvds featuring tgirls being made to take anal after punishment! I suggested dismissal was too god her and told her I had another idea. This is an ideal opportunity for you ladies to learn how to train your maid and to make sure you never suffer that indignity.
Have you done what I suggested, said Beryl to Mrs Johnson? Yes Mrs Johnson replied. I have worn them for a week! She stood, lifted her skirt and slowly removed her panties, over her suspender straps and pulling them down over her fishnet stockinged legs, until they lay on the floor. She steps out of them, picked them up and walked over to me. All eyes were on me and the scene before them.
Mrs Johnson stood before me. Slap, her palm hit my cheek. How dare you she said in utter disgust.
As you like these so much, you will have these now. I have worn them for an entire week, as advised by Beryl. Aunty Beryl to you. Open your mouth! I dutifully opened my mouth. She stuffed them in. I could taste and smell her intoxicating aroma. I wanted to go weak at the knees. This woman had no idea of the power she had over me. Combine this with the three stunning looking women in front of me and I felt totally worthless.
You are going to be punished for your behaviour, Bitch and it will be in front of these ladies. No, it will be by these ladies. Beryl, would you please decide how best to punish this tarty little slut.
Beryl walked up to me. In her 6” heels she was taller than me. She reminded me of one of those mature models I would see in the Grattan’s catalogue, as a teenager, wearing the full length EE bras or a body corselette, with thick suspender straps and stockings. Hours of masturbating would ensue, imagining being dominated by such an adorable, elegant and glamourous woman. Trips to the library, supermarket or just walking through town would have me looking at every woman over the age of 45 and thinking I wonder what she would look like in a full corselette and high heels?
Beryl slapped me hard on the face. I am going to punish you she said. From a side table she lifted a thick leather collar and fitted it on me. She then took a lead and clipped it to the large metal ring in front. She then led me out of the room, having asked the other ladies to follow her. She walked me up the stairs to the punishment room.
We walked in and I was instructed to stand in the middle of the room. As Mrs Johnson, Margaret and Julia entered, I noticed the room looked different. From the walls hung whips, paddles, and even strap-on devices. I had not seen any of this before?
In the middle of the room was a punishment bench. As I looked towards it, my face was again slapped. You ungrateful Bitch she said, as she pulled on the lead, pulling me closer to her face. I was so scared.
The bench would pitch me forward and hold me rigidly, totally exposed. The same one appears at: http://www.extremerestraints.com/dungeon-furniture_………
I was instructed to get on the bench. When positioned, Beryl moved around me securing both my wrists and ankles. She then took a large ball gag hanging from the wall and telling me to open wide, forced it into my mouth before fastening it behind my head. Totally restrained and now silenced I was helpless. The women looked on eagerly as Beryl selected a suitable paddle.
I could not see, but felt her hands and long fingernails lift my skirt to expose my bottom. My cock hung uselessly, despite the cock ring that should have ensured a permanent erection.
Beryl stood in front of me to show me the paddle that was to inflict pain in a few seconds. She held it in front of her chest as she looked at the ladies. I couldn’t help notice how the buttons of her silky blouse were clearly straining to contain her full breasts contained within the balconette black bra inside the flimsy blouse material.
My cock stirred at the thought of kissing those adorable large breasts. Thwack. The paddle came down hard on my exposed buttocks. I wanted to cry out, but the gag made it impossible ……
... to be continued. Would you like to hear how they used their strap-ons, face sat me, or used me in other ways?
Submissively
Slutty tart, Secretary Samantha, (who lives to serve older tgirls, stern mature couples, uncles/admirers and dominant ggs with strap-ons).
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