My new job as a live-in maid requires more than cooking and cleaning...
The house was in the country, on a small estate surrounded by forest. The couple was young, in their mid-thirties, with the kind of jobs that meant they rarely had to sit behind a desk. They had money and needs, and word went out through the vine I listened to that they were looking for a maid, and a slave.
I rang the doorbell. A moment later the door opened and a very attractive young man stared down at me. His skin was brown, Latino, I thought, and his eyes black. He had an arrogant look to him, and I hoped he wasnt the Master of the house. He wore black leather pants and nothing else, his body rippling with smooth muscle.
He let me in and gestured that I should follow him. He took me to a salon where the Master and Mistress of the house reclined on couches.
The Mistress motioned me to a chair. The interview began. I answered their questions honestly; I was here in the hope of laying myself bare to them, giving them all I had, and I would start now. I studied them discreetly and liked what I saw. She was slim, willowy, with long chestnut hair and amused green eyes. He was tall, well-built, with short dark hair and a supremely handsome face. I felt myself grow moist just looking at him, at his strong, capable hands. When it came time for me to strip and let them examine me, I trembled at their touch, their probing fingers making me wetter than ever. I moved into various positions for them as they pinched and swatted me, testing my reactions. I gasped and whimpered softly, a hot flush on my skin as I let them study me. I prayed they would be pleased.
They exchanged a glance, and I knew they wanted me. There was a contract to sign, and I felt a thrill of arousal as I signed over my body and my sexual freedom to them. I was given a week to sort out my affairs and an order to refrain from indulging in pleasuring myself, or anyone else.
The week passed by in a b... Læs hele novellen
