Today I am to dust and tidy the main library. The mansion has many rooms and I have not seen them all but the library is among my favorites.
The smells of old paper and furniture polish. The cool calm quiet amid the book lined shelves. The soothing glow of the reading lights. The books themselves, worn and bound with aged leather. Such unusual titles such exotic illustrations.
I wear my maids uniform. A white blouse, black knee length skirt, a starched white maids cap, black stockings and underwear though my brassiere is white so as to not show through my blouse. A black ribbon encircles my throat. I draw the line at a collar when I am working. The collar is for when you have me in the subcellars and then I wear little else.
Whatever the eccentricities of my duties I still have to clean and I am on my feet a lot while I work (except for those times you require me in other positions) so I wear black athletic shoes. As you know I enjoy many forms of discomfort but sore feet is not one of them.
You have left the instructions for my working conditions today written in fountain pen on cream notepaper waiting for me on one of the reading tables.
I read the instructions with a small familiar thrill. Then I unbutton my blouse. I am alone but I remove my blouse and then my bra slowly. The soft cool dusty air flows over my exposed breasts and I feel my nipples tighten. I savour the feeling of exposure. Of how deliciously wrong it feels to be baring myself in this peaceful book lined hall.
It is not the first time. It is not the tenth but that forbidden thrill has not faded.
My naked upper body is a stark contrast to my stockings and skirt clad lower half. It highlights which part of me you will be focusing on today.
I fetch my cleaning supplies from the hall cupboard. My feet are near silent on the black and white tile floor. You have left the clamps and tether atop my dusters and polish.
It makes me laugh how ramshackle the device looks compared to the old fashioned solidity of the furnishings around me.
A chrome skirt hanger, the kind with two rubber jawed spring loaded clamps. A length of string is tied to the hook of the hanger and at the other end of string is tied a rubber band.
It looks so silly even when I know what it’s for.
I loop the rubber band over the door handle inside the library. Then I carefully attach the clamps of the skirt hanger to my erect nipples. It is not easy as you have set the clamps wide apart on the central bar so my breasts are pulled to either side.
Yes of course I groan a little. You know how sensitive they are. My small groan sounds loud in the silence of the library.
I am now tethered to the door handle by a length of string clamped to my rapidly darkening nipples.
This is when I find out what kind of mood you were in when you wrote the instructions. The crueller your mood the shorter the string.
You know I have to dust the entire library no matter how short a leash you put me on. The rubber band stretches and gives me some additional play but ultimately my breasts and nipples will feel the pressure.
I begin to work polishing the nearest shelves. The string is loose and I only have to contend with the weight and pressure of the hanger dangling from my chest.
As I move to the far end of the library my breasts are lifted my nipples strained. I must look foolish like this: that ridiculous maids cap on my head. Your home made toy pulling at me.
At the extreme end of my tether my breasts are being pulled backwards and up. You never make it Impossible for me only difficult.
Quite difficult today. You must be feeling frustrated. That bodes well for my evening.
I turn and walk backwards to ease the pull on my breasts as I dust the windows at the far end of the library. My breasts are pulled out like delicate cones from my chest, my nipples slip slightly against the rubber lined clamps.
It takes longer to work like this, my breasts pulled from side to side as I move. I have to retrace my steps when the string becomes entangled.
Finally I am finished. I work even more slowly at the end putting off the final part of the task .
Of course I do it but this part is far from easy.
I move back to the door to which I am tethered. I loop the string around the door handle until my tether is only a third of it’s original length.
Steeling myself I run as fast as I can down the main aisle of the library. I yelp as the clamps are yanked free.
Overcome in that moment my hand finds it’s way beneath the waist band of my skirt.
I promise I only touch myself for a moment. After all I have other rooms to clean and I am certain you will have left other instructions.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xm6m0s/the_tethered_maid_bdsmfemsubself_bondagefiction