My Time as a Maid [Part VIII, Finale] [FF] [Bondage]

The bag was laid on a stool normally used for drinks and bottles of sun block. Miss Crosby packed this bag before the day began, so Anna knew this was all very well planned out. Whatever was to happen, she knew embracing it was her best option.

Her legs were chained together, on a shorter length than usual. Her steps were stunted to a hobble, and when she was cast away to the kitchen to prepare their meat and cheese board, the ladies watched in silence. Miss Crosby informed them they would have some food to dine on while “I show off Annabelle”.

She worked quickly, putting the crackers on a wooden cutting board, with chunks of the various cheese sliced uniformly, the slices of meat piled next, the grapes followed, left on the vine so they wouldn’t roll. Lastly, small knives placed around the board. Anna grabbed plates and napkins, and prayed she made it back poolside without dropping the food on the concrete. Miss Crosby instructed her to place the food spread on a shaded table underneath the shaded pergola the women had moved themselves under.

The blindfold was placed over her eyes once she moved back to where the ladies were seated, which soothed her nerves in a strange way. She found not being able to see made the humiliation more bearable, and much more arousing. Earplugs were inserted into her ear canal. Voices became muffled, she could tell who was talking, but couldn’t make out anything being discussed. Now with her vision gone and her hearing extremely limited, the fingers and hands could explore all the wanted.

A metal ring was slipped into the girl’s mouth, spreading her lips and locking her jaw open. Her tongue explored the ring, leaving a metallic flavor on her tastebuds. The gag seemed to engulf her head. Two straps split around her nose and reconvened in between her eyes, then traveled down to a ring at the crest of her head and split off again behind her, a strap was buckled under her chin, with adjustments being made here and there to the head-harness ring gag.

The cuffs around Anna’s wrists were removed, her elbows were pushed together and her breasts were thrusted out as a leather sleeve of some creation was slipped up her arms. She could smell baby powder, and ascertained that was the powdered substance being applied liberally to her upper arms. She would later be told this maniacal and magical piece of craftsmanship was referred to as an armbinder.

Once her arms were practically fused together, she felt the jerk of the monoglove being buckled shut, at her wrists, elbows and crisscrossing over her shoulders and chest. She groaned as the strictness took hold. Her prior bondage was experienced by way of rope and chain, on a comfortable bed or bent over with support from a counter or table, both positions Anna guessed she *could* escape if she wanted to. This armbinder was cruel and tight. It crinkled and moaned when she struggled in it. There was absolutely no shedding this device and any attempt at escape only made her nipple clamps jingle.

Hands gripped Anna by the shoulders, pressing her forward in her hobbled state. Steps were carefully thought out and with a short stride, she was pivoted, spun and placed in a specific spot for a reason. Anna knew Miss Crosby didn’t choose on a whim where to showcase the girl, this shaded spot (the sun was off her skin, which was a relief) under the pergola (she only took a few steps) was picked specifically.

The chain dangling between her legs was removed, and her inner thighs were slapped by hands, instructing Anna to spread her legs. She could feel fingers fiddling with her cuffs, and would have guessed they were being secured to something. Once she tried to close her legs, her suspicions were confirmed. Closing her legs was no longer allowed. As her ankles were secured, she felt the first set of hands on her tits, squeezing and pinching. She moaned, her nipples hardened instantly when the clamps were removed and soon were replaced by a mouth, a plump set of lips and a swirling exploratory tongue. Someone was enjoying the free for all.

As soon as the mouth disappeared, her leather encased arms were forced up and into the air. Anna had no choice but to bend at her waist to relieve stress from her shoulders. Miss Crosby had placed a 6 foot length of rope into a D-ring that sat at the end of the armbinder and tied it off to a hook drilled into the pergola roof. Anna was bound in totality. Her legs spread wide, bent over by force. Her asshole and pussy were now on display just like the first day she bent over to do the dishes. But now, there were 3 strangers staring at every inch of Anna. She drooled instantly from the open-mouth gag, her shoulders burned from the strappado position.

Her ass was stuffed first. The mind of a bound girl, being sodomized in front of strangers, is no easy thing to describe. By the time she felt her muscle wrap itself around the anal hook and gobble it up, she was dazed, hazy and well on her way to utter annihilation. A bullet vibrator was inserted into her pussy and a finger swirled around her clit, her first orgasm was achieved shortly thereafter. Her knees would have buckled if she weren’t stretched wide. There was constant discussion from around her. Anna was in no mental state to pick up on who was talking, or what they were discussing. But she gathered the women were in a semicircle around her and Caroline was showing off Anna like a toy.

The flogger worked her ass for a time, followed by the cane that left so many welts and bruises before, a wooden paddle was incredibly fierce and thuddy and elicited the loudest moans from the maid. Her ass burned again, but the welts didn’t arrive this time. The crowd seemed to enjoy the view, a few lips were felt on her red buttcheeks, and at one point she felt 7 sets of hands on her body. She was, for all intents and purposes, on display.

Another length of rope was added to the ring at the end of Anna’s anal hook, which rested at the small of her back. Tied off properly, Miss Crosby steered the rope to the ring that set atop the head harness gag, and with a hearty pull and a grunt from both women involved, Anna’s head was jerked back. Given her bent position, she now looked outward and no longer faced the cement patio she was bound on. The hook seemed to bury itself more.

“Phuk” Anna swore, a gagged expletive procured solely from the absolutely rigorous bondage the poor doll found herself in. Yet, she could feel her juices drip down her leg. “I must look fucking ridiculous” she thought to herself. She did. Her tongue continued to explore her gagged mouth, licking her lips and tasting metal. More fingers tickled and teased Anna’s pussy, and she asked the crowd for permission to come. It was every bit humiliating that one could imagine, asking strangers with a gagged mouth if you could orgasm. She asked, and she came.

The point of her new position was to promptly showcase that now, with a mouth completely incapable of closing, you could fuck it. The dick came calling between her gagged lips in no time. Tasting of rubber, a hand behind Anna’s head helped the fake cock find the back of her throat and trigger the gag reflex. The viewers of the face fucking laughed when she coughed and choked, and clearly noticed the tears streaming down the cheeks of the bondage toy. Miss Crosby had Anna in a very submissive and obedient state of mind as the girl found herself craving a real cock in her mouth, the first time since this whole arrangement began, as if she were indeed a true fuck doll. She was allowed to orgasm a third time.

Her legs were once again repositioned. The chatter was unimportant, it didn’t matter what was being said or discussed, simply because Anna was such a submissive mess she finally understood what she researched weeks ago on “subspace”, she was in a warm, hazy mindset, as if she took muscle relaxers. The trance seemed to push aside any reservations one might have given her current predicament, and instead the only thing she focused on was enjoying the bondage and pleasing Miss Caroline Crosby.

Something was placed underneath her, it was firm but relatively comfortable, and as the piece of furniture slid under her she was hoisted upon it, her belly and legs now resting on the wood. Her arms remained hoisted up, her legs now were bent at the knee with her heels resting upon her fat asscheeks. Rope, or straps, or chains or some binding material were wrapped around her ankles and upper thighs. Her legs were now bent and bound, and Anna was now hogtied in a way that didn’t even let her wiggle. Any attempt to struggle would move the anal hook around in her ass and strain her neck even more. Anna was drooling uncontrollably, spit mixed with tears mixed with drool made her chin and the cement beneath her a complete mess. Not a single piece of her body had yet to be prodded, poked, pinched, or praised.

The bullet vibrator was turned off and removed. Her earplugs were replaced by earbuds. With her hearing back online, she heard the ladies leaving her. They must be done for the day, surely this was going to be the end of Anna’s poolside bondage. She was wrong, Miss Crosby had gone into the house with the other three.

An audible audio track of white noise was being piped into the small buds in her ears. She whimpered, loudly, and did not enjoy being left alone one bit. Her heart thudded, but in her current mindset she couldn’t quite object. Miss Crosby’s voice came into her ears.

“You’re predicament is being monitored, sweetie. There’s a baby monitor next to you, that’s how I can see you and talk to you. You’ll be okay. You look great from the kitchen. The sun has set, so we’re going to freshen up, have dinner and relax inside. If you need anything, I guess you can interrupt us if you want. Enjoy!”

“Isht phucking dahk owscide?!?”

Poor Annabelle Prescott had lost 5 hours in what felt like 45 minutes. Her pussy buzzed, a vibrator had been strapped in some fashion to her wet, swollen, worn out lips. She came, much to the delight of all who watched on the monitor, multiple times throughout the rest of the night.

Anna woke in a sprawling bed, the blinds were drawn, doors closed. There was pure silence in the house when she made her way out to the hallway. It was 4:30 past morning, and no matter how long she thought upon it, Anna had no memory passed that orgasm achieved alone.

She wandered the house in a tee-shirt and panties, calling out for Miss Crosby, but with no luck. A scan poolside showed no evidence of the debauchery that took place yesterday. She found instead a spread of fresh fruit, orange juice, yogurt and various other light breakfast items. A note sat upon a silver tray that usually held her pay.

“Annabelle,

Good morning, my dearest pet….

I have been called out of town, I had to take a redeye flight at 6 in the morning. I do wish I were there in person to tell you how much I enjoyed the events that took place yesterday, and I hope you did, too. Please, help yourself to the breakfast spread. Take it to the hot tub if you’re sore. Let yourself out when you’re ready to return to your house and lock the door behind you. Your clothes are beside you, as is your pay.

Thank You for a summer of fun. I know school starts soon. I’ll need a maid from time-to-time, and you will be the first in line for the job.

-Caroline”

It was obvious this arrangement was over. Annabelle was simultaneously saddened that the experience was done, but relieved she wasn’t going to be so corrupted by this woman she would become a full time slave. Her heart sank. She may have cried if the rest of her body weren’t so sore, and she wondered if there was even any fluid left in her system. Anna was very adept at soaking everything in, so she stayed well into the night. A glass of wine by the hot tub with fresh fruit was magical. As she sat, naked and sore, she wondered what the sight of her hogtied, strict and poolside, looked like. She looked forward to cleaning again and could only hope that opportunity would present itself sooner rather than later.

As she dressed and locked up, she took one last look at the foyer and half bath where she began her work day so many times before. As she made her way out to her car, the late summer breeze kicked up and blew her hair about. When she started her car and checked her phone, she had 38 messages from her sorority sisters. 3 of them had moved back in yesterday, and needed to catch up and find out what Anna had done all summer.

“Nothing of note” she would tell them.

Her envelope of pay contained twelve hundred dollars.

(Thank You for reading every installment! This was the last bit, and if you have any questions ask away!)

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