Author: BDSMWriter

My Time as a Maid [Part VII] [FF] [Bondage]

The grocers stares came often as Anna pushed the shopping cart up and down the various aisles. Vacationing families, the remaining college students, and old ladies all had double takes as the cuffed girl made her way around the store. Anna blushed, but all she was concerned about was not seeing anyone she would recognize.

Luckily the list Miss Crosby provided was short and simple. Three bottles of white wine, a bag of grapes, some sort of artisinal cracker and various wedges of cheese. She picked up some prosciutto, smoked sausage and something called patě. The young girl that handed her the sliced meat didn’t bother looking at her eyes once the lock on her wrist cuff jingled. They both blushed.

Anna hit the self-checkout in an effort to stifle any more stares. She felt guilty, as if Miss Crosby would be disappointed. But she quickly made her way to her car and was on her way. Read more »

My Time as a Maid [FF] [Bondage] [Part VI]

Anna lost count of her orgasms once she hit three. A mix of vibrator, fingers and a massive strap-on ripped multiple orgasms from her body. The woman went to work between her legs for what felt like an hour. Anna’s pussy was so wet her own juices lubricated her ass for more fucking. The rubber cock Miss Crosby wielded felt as if it were going to split Anna in two. It was quite the sensation in her pussy, but when it knocked on the door of the poor girl’s asshole, she was certain the cock would be denied. But, lo and behold, she took the whole thing. Her buttplug was removed as quickly as the rubber dick was inserted. “Like a hungry butt slut should” she was told. Maybe the vibrator placed back onto her throbbing clit helped ease her butt fucking, because it surely ushered in yet another orgasm. She was being treated less like a maid and more like a sex slave, as her duties were no longer to clean and dust, but to come for the amusement of this stoic woman. Read more »

My Time as a Maid [FF] [Bondage] [Part V]

The belt was nothing if not uncomfortable. Once home, Anna had immediately undertaken the task of getting it off by any means necessary. Slipping itself over her hips and down her legs like underwear was impossible. Obviously a metal chastity belt that locked on was not meant to be slipped off. Her hips and thighs were simply too thick compared to her waist, regardless.

She tried to slip the crotch portion to the side, exposing her pussy and allowing proper use of the bathroom, but it was too thick, too tight, too strict. Anna looked at herself in the mirror, her ass bruised and welted from the vicious caning she suffered hours earlier. Her cheeks turned a light red, relieving the verbal scolding all over again. Read more »

My Time as a Maid [FF] [Bondage] [Part IV]

Anna found herself bent over again. Her heels did an exceptional job of propping her ass into the air, which gave Miss Crosby a large, centered target for the cane she held in one hand, tapping it into the palm of her other.

The hemp rope held her wrists together. Extended outward before her, and anchored itself taught and out of sight as the rope disappeared over the edge of the granite-topped kitchen island.

She had been bound for 15 minutes or so when the cane introduced itself to her skin, crashing down on Anna’s cheeks with a forceful blow. The sting was equally dispersed, erupting immediately from the whack. She cried out as the light tapping was alternated with hard slaps, which continued to paint red welts all over the thick ass of Miss Crosby’s maid.

She tried to move her ass, shake out the pain, but nothing worked. Anna had been spanked before by excited sex partners. With combs or open hands or the rare belt, but this wasn’t done as “rough sex”. There was a purpose here. To hurt her, and teach her a lesson. It was physical as much as it was emotional and mental, and poor Anna had to endure the punishment, the cascade of tears be damned. Read more »

My Time as a Maid [FF] [Bondage] [Part III]

Anna let herself into the house two days later. Into the half bath she went, undressed, and slipped on her uniform. This time she remembered her earrings. Her duty list was similar to that of her first, with slight alterations. More laundry, more dishes, she needed to vacuum, and Miss Crosby made sure she checked in right away. Her familiar script wrote the duties in black, but she switched to red ink for the last instruction:

Hello Annabelle,

As per our conversation the day before last, today you will perform your tasks in bondage. Please find me in the guest bedroom when you are dressed for your uniform inspection and uniform additions.

Miss Caroline Crosby

That word danced around in Anna’s mind. She read it again: perform your tasks in bondage. She was unsure how someone could clean anything while tied up, restrained, bound in rope or chains or duct tape. Of course, this wasn’t Anna’s responsibility. All she needed to do was find Miss Crosby, and simply allow herself to be placed in bondage. She shivered as her pussy stirred. Anna’s lips were painted bright red today, and with some of her pay she treated herself with a brand new mani-pedi. Her fingernails painted red to match her lips, her toenails painted red to match the soles of her black heels. Read more »

My Time as a Maid [FF] [Bondage] [Part II]

Here’s part two. To catch up, here is [part one] (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5oftfu/my_time_as_a_maid_ff_bondage/)

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Anna’s throat was dry, her nerves needed settling but she found solace that the chores seemed basic. Her hand reached out for the doorknob, turning it popped the lock free and sent an echo darting through the grand foyer that the maid had finally arrived. At first, she was amazed at the size of the mansion. “No wonder she needs a maid”, she thought. The walls were 25 feet high, a chandelier seemed to adorn every vaulted ceiling. Hardwood flooring was apparently too middle-class, as all flooring was marble or granite or some such style. She wondered if this was why her pumps were so large: every step announced her position in the household, with a sharp and precise click every time she moved. Was this so the woman could keep tabs on her whereabouts? Carpeting existed sparingly.

Finding herself in the kitchen, Anna held the list of chores over her pussy as the last remnants of her dignity stayed out of sight. Were the chores in order of how Miss Crosby wanted them completed? She decided she would go down the list in case they were, and headed up the curved staircase to find whichever of the many bedrooms was indeed housing laundry. Read more »

My time as a maid [FF] [Bondage]

Okay so, I did an ama based on this experience and it was suggested to me that I write it into a first ha f story. I wrote it in the third person as I feel it lends itself better to the reader in understanding exactly how this all took place. Hope you enjoy what I have so far!

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The Craigslist ad displayed itself upon the screen of Anna’s iPad long enough for the screen to go black. She slipped the cover over her tablet, and crawled out of bed towards the door. Down the hall, on a destination set for the kitchen, she found the fridge bare bones. Half a gallon of milk, leftover Pabst Blue Ribbons and an assortment of condiments that ranged from ranch dressing to wasabi paste.

Her mind wandered back to the ad while her hands grabbed what little remained for a late breakfast. She was a typical, broke college student. Her fridge reflected that fact. She hosted at the local seafood restaurant on the weekends, which barely paid for the drinks she consumed shortly thereafter. It was this issue that led her to Craigslist. Read more »