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Jared woke me in the morning by grabbing my hair and steering my head down to his hard cock, allowing me to eagerly and sleepily suck it. The smooth wrinkled flesh sliding between my lips had that male taste filling my mouth as I sucked and used my tongue to tickle the acrid flesh. I gagged but couldn't move as he relentlessly pressed his cock down my throat until he came, spurting down my throat. "Swallow," he hissed and I did, coughing a little and wincing. "Things have changed now, slut," he said calmly as he moved out of the bed. "You will always obey me, no questions. This is not a game, do you get it--do you fucking get it?" His voice rose, almost a scream. "Yes Sir," I whispered, my pussy shivering, all juicy and warm. He produced a thin metal band and told me to kneel in front of him, naked as he fastened it around my neck. It felt cold and a little tight but not uncomfortable, although I would always know it was there. He locked it shut and fastened a small tag to it, saying, "Get my breakfast while I shower." Naked, I scrambled to prepare his breakfast, trying to see what the tag on the collar said but couldn't make it out. He appeared dressed, hair slicked back, so powerful in his suit and tie, skin smooth from shaving and his cologne wafting around me. He's so tall and I'm just average height for a woman so, looking up at him, I felt small and weak. Another deep wave of submission controlled me as he dropped a white box on the sofa. "That's your uniform. Wear it to Sylvia's and try to learn something--I don't want you to be useless all the time!" The door slammed behind him and the thought occurred to me that I should dress and get the hell out of the apartment. Curiosity, however, won the day and I slid the lid off the large white cardboard box to reveal its contents. It was a maid's uniform, black cloth with white trimming and white flounce petticoats. It buttoned up the front and it looked dangerously short, and although I knew I should be leaving a part of me wanted to try it on. There were black stockings and a white lace cap in the box and nothing else. I assumed I should wear high heel shoes, Jared probably hadn't thought of that as men aren't that good with details. I showered again, styled my long hair and dressed, feelings of submission rolling through me as I examined myself in the mirror. The uniform was a reasonable fit--a little tight--and my large breasts were uncontrollable without a bra and threatened to spill out. The hem was a little high and the flounce petticoats pushed the skirt out so I knew if I bent, my bare bottom and pussy would be exposed. Honestly, I applied my make-up so I would look just a little more slutty with heavier mascara, a bright red lipstick and eyeliner and, combined with my natural blonde hair, I presented a very cheap whore in the mirror. The sight made me even more wet and I unconsciously squeezed my thighs together as I leaned into the mirror to trace my pouting lips with lip liner. I would never have believed I would dress like this in a million years but here I was, dressed like a slut French maid and it made me wetter than I ever would have imagined, coupled with the thought I was being made to dress like this. What was happening to me? What the hell, I can leave tonight and go to my friends, I thought. I vacuumed the rugs, dusted and tidied up, conscious of my bare bottom peeking from under the dress whenever I forgot to bend my knees when I had to pick something up. I finally got the tag on the metal collar in position against the mirror so I could see the lettering. Humiliation washed over me when I saw it read 'JARED'S SLUT'. Uselessly, I tried to undo it but the collar was sealed shut and impossible to remove. What will my friends say when they saw it? My face burned at the thought. And what was Sylvia going to do? I checked the clock; it was only half-past nine, thirty minutes before my debut as a maid. Just before ten, I almost ran into the toilet to wipe myself I had become so wet, and I so desperately wanted to get my vibrator but I remembered Jared had said I wasn't to use it without his permission. Totally embarrassed, I crept into the hall and, precisely at ten, knocked gently on Sylvia's door. In a moment she was standing there, dressed in a pink and blue robe and looking me up and down with a slight sneer. "You will curtsey and address me as Ma'am," she said in that cold tone of hers. Flushing, I curtseyed. "Good morning, Ma'am," I said. "Get inside," she snapped. "I haven't got all day and we expect a big improvement from you." I scurried past her, thinking what does she mean by we? The door closed and she arranged herself on the sofa. "Make a cup of tea for me--Earl Grey--and start running my bath." With a flick, she opened her newspaper and began to read. The bath was running when I returned with the tea on a tray I had found in the kitchen, and I bent down, bending at the knees to place it on the coffee table when she suddenly snapped, "I think we've established what a slut you are! Sluts don't bend their knees--they bend from the waist to display themselves! Consider that your first lesson!" Immediately, I straightened my knees and bent over, my bottom completely exposed to pour the tea into the china cup, my face red with humiliation. I knew I was wet. I checked the bath and returned to the main room, remembering to curtsey before saying, "Your bath is ready, Ma'am." "Start cleaning," she said and without a word, she walked past me and shut the bathroom door behind her. At least I didn't have to wash her, I thought and was that a twinge of disappointment I felt? I was pushing the sofa back into position after vacuuming when she appeared, dressed in a charcoal business suit, skirt mid-calf and charcoal pantyhose. Sylvia had pulled her dark hair back into a bun, and she placed black-framed glasses on as she minutely inspected my work while I stood waiting. "You seem to have a small talent for this," she grudgingly admitted and I felt foolishly proud. "Thank you, Ma'am," I said with a curtsey. "I suppose you're wet?" she sneered and I flushed. "Answer me!" "Yes Ma'am," I whispered and she laughed. "Jared was absolutely correct--you are a deeply submissive slut. Right," Sylvia said in a brisk voice, "your Master will be home for lunch so you have to get ready. Take your clothes off." I hesitated and she sneered, "I have seen you naked, if you recall? I've seen you beg to come with your Master's fingers in your cunt! Hurry or you will be punished!" Face bright red, I stepped out of the clothes and removed the hat, stockings and shoes as well, standing completely naked in her apartment. Suddenly, I realized how vulnerable I was. She led the way into the bathroom and handed me a battery-powered shaver. "Remove your public hair," Sylvia said and I gaped at her. "Use the shaver, girl, and then you will use the razor and shaving cream! Jared likes his sluts to be smooth like a little girl." "But--" I stuttered and that was all I could say before she slapped me, her cold eyes glaring at me. "Do not ever question us, you miserable little slut! Now get about your business and quickly!" My cheek was stinging and small tears formed in my eyes as I switched the shaver on. "Sit on the toilet seat," Sylvia instructed and I did, legs apart, peering over my large breasts as I trimmed my pubic hair down to stubble. Big breasts can be a nuisance and I used my other hand to flatten them so I could see properly. My hair down there is fine and fair so it came off easily. My pussy was on fire and I could see my lips were gleaming with moisture. Sylvia noticed this as well and laughed before saying, "You get wet so easily. You really are a find." It was embarrassing shaving my crotch right down to my other hole in front of another person but I did, my cheeks flaming, and I desperately wanted to come. I was filled with an urgent need. I wiped the remnants of the shaving cream away and looked down at myself in astonishment, staring at my smooth groin, my pink wrinkled lips suddenly looking obscenely prominent. Sylvia handed me a bottle of baby oil and I rubbed it in. "Don't play with yourself!" she snapped and I blushed guiltily. It felt strange when I returned to the other room to dress in my maid's uniform again, knowing I was completely hairless and, somehow, it made me feel even more submissive. I cleaned the bathroom, laundry, bedroom and kitchen while she read or chatted to friends on the telephone. Finally, the door opened and Jared walked in and he tossed his coat to me. "Hang that, slut," he said and sat next to Sylvia. "Has she learned anything?" "A little, she's a quick learner and she has a surprise for you. Come here, slut," Sylvia called and I stood in front of them, Jared smiling at my uniform. "It's a good fit. If she undid that button, her tits would fall out." "Show your Master your cunt." Blushing, I lifted my dress and he smiled broadly at my smooth pussy. "Very thoughtful of you, Sylvia," he said. "You know I like them hairless. She looks even younger now." "I thought you'd approve. I guess you want to take her back to your place?" she said with a wink. "I'll be over later for our business." Jared nodded and walked to the door. "Bring my coat, slut." I did so and scurried after him. He instructed me to kneel on the bed and he used two pairs of handcuffs to handcuff my right wrist to my right ankle and the same with the left. I was immobilized face down on the bed, my bottom high in the air, my wrists dragging my legs apart so my bottom and pussy was exposed. Swiftly, he gagged me with ball gag and I could only make muffled sounds while saliva dribbled from my mouth. "You think this is a game, don't you?" he said, and I heard him undoing his pants. "It's not." His fingers slipped easily into my pussy and I moaned into the gag as he moved his fingers around. Suddenly the fingers were gone and he went into the bathroom, and as he returned I heard the familiar sound of latex gloves being put on. "You are mine to do with as I wish, to be used as I want... and right now I want that lovely bottom of yours." His words hit me and I protested vehemently into the gag but it was completely useless, the sounds were completely unintelligible. Something cold was applied to my bottom and then I felt his finger moving in, greasing me. No! I screamed uselessly, but his finger kept moving. "You should relax," he laughed, and I felt his cock start to push against the entrance to my bottom, "it'll hurt more if you don't relax and let it happen. It is going to happen, mark my words." I couldn't believe this was happening and I tried to struggle, but the simple way he manacled me was ingenious--not only did it confine me but, in my struggles, made me open my legs even more. I screamed again into the gag as he pushed deeper and deeper, the burning deep inside me, and I felt used and violated. It was inside me--his cock was inside me! I could feel it and tears started to flow as he cruelly began to fuck me, fuck me in the bottom! His big hand slapped the cheeks of my bottom as he moved faster and faster, and the pain was unbearable. "You'll enjoy this in time," he muttered and suddenly grunted as he came, spurting deep inside of me. I cried quietly at the humiliation and the violation. It hurt just as much when he pulled out of me, and after he went to the bathroom he dressed and I heard him pouring a drink in the kitchen. The doorbell rang and Jared and Sylvia returned to the bedroom where I was still face down on the bed, gagged and crying. "You took her arse?" Sylvia asked. "Yeah, it's always nice to pop a virgin." "You've left the other for me to pop?" "Of course." Jared sat down on the bed and spoke quietly in my ear. "Listen slut, I guess by now you've realized this is not a game but the result of careful planning. I arranged for you to lose your job and now Sylvia and I are going to take all your clothes, credit cards--everything--and store them away. We will decide what you will wear, what and when you will eat and you will be very grateful for whatever we provide. Without us, my dear slut, you will not survive. You are our complete slave, our slut. And you have no choice, none at all." I sobbed at his words and heard drawers and doors banging as they stuffed all my belongings into big bin bags. With everything that had happened to me, I still desperately wanted to come. After a while they left, taking the bags with them and I wondered what was next. jennifer_nylon@yahoo.co.uk
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