by Powerone
Sarah thought her life had finally turned for the better. It happened on a Monday, over a month ago. Her birthday was tomorrow. While most people looked forward to their eighteenth birthday, Sarah feared it. She would be released from the sheltered life she had lived. While it was sparse, it did not require her to do much. A little cleaning and cooking, but she did have a roof over her head and a meager meal to eat. She had read in the paper that there were large numbers of people that didn't have either, and it was getting worse. The orphanage did educate her, but did little to provide her with the necessary skills to survive in the world she knew little of.
Sarah was summoned to the head of the orphanage. Mr. Smith had been the head of the orphanage for over five years now. He was the only male in the whole building, even the maintenance personnel were females. He was mid forties, slightly balding with a small paunch. Food was not scarce for him. He thrived while the orphanage did not. He took a cut out of all the funds provided to the orphanage for its upkeep in addition to his meager salary. He also made money by getting some of the girl's “jobs” with the many wealthy, single older men he knew. These individuals were extremely wealthy, in spite of the depression. They lived alone and required housemaids to care for the impressive mansions. But they required more. They knew the depression had brought many individuals to extreme measures to survive. They wanted their housemaids to service their friends and themselves sexually. Their tastes were quite jaded and required very docile females. Mr. Smith's orphanage had proven to provide the right type of females for their perverted lust. The girls led very sheltered life, very few males allowed in. Their sexual experience consisted of lonely masturbation taught by the older girls with most of the girls that had spent long periods of time in orphanages being virgins.
Mr. Smith, over the course of years, had become an excellent gauge of the type that would provide what the men desired. He had an eye on Sarah for the last year. Her bright red, long hair was a novelty that would be sought out by his benefactors. He often fantasized of Sarah, naked, her long red hair hiding her naked ass, her bright red pussy hair outlining her virgin pussy. He would have loved to be the first one to fuck her, but the others would pay him handsomely to be the first. He had other girls in the orphanage that pleasured him sexually. He usually had at least one of the older girls as a sexual plaything for himself. She would come to his office once a week and behind a locked door he would partake of her. It began as punishments for minor offenses, spankings and than canings as he found more serious infractions to use as an excuse to punish them. Eventually she would be forced to strip naked, bent over his desk as he took a cane to her upraised ass. The cane was extremely cruel and painful, the recipient's ass would be sore for over a week. It was only a short time; she would consent to letting him fuck her in her mouth, cunt and even her asshole. Anything was better then the cruel lash of the cane.
There was a knock on his door and Sarah entered the room. Michael was seated in a chair on the other side of the room. Mr. Smith was seated behind his desk. He had already discussed Sarah with Michael and had agreed that he would pay $500.00 if he approved of Sarah. This was almost six months salary to him and he was eager to make the deal. In order to clinch the deal, he had provided Sarah with a new dress, one that highlighted her charms for the meeting. It had cost him $2.00 but she was worth the investment.
Sarah was surprised that someone else was in the room. Mr. Smith had summoned her, but she did not know the reason. She thought it was odd that she was given a new dress to wear, but she figured it was given to her because she was going to leaving the next day. She looked extremely beautiful. It was a simple print dress with a tapered waistband and ended at mid-calf. The fashions had changed drastically since the 1920's, with hemlines falling, but the tightness of it clung to her figure, especially her ass. It was black and her bright red hair silhouetted the dress. She saw Michael leering at her and she should have realized it at the time, but she was too nervous. “You wanted me, Mr. Smith?"
"Yes, Sarah. I have some good news for you. Since tomorrow is your eighteenth birthday, you have to leave the orphanage. The depression has really hit the country bad and jobs are almost non-existent. But I think I have a solution for your problem. Michael here is a good friend of mine. He is looking for a new housemaid and I have told him about you."
"Oh, thank you Mr. Smith. I did not know what would happen after today. I have heard from some of the other girls that have left the orphanage and most have not done well. There is many living in poverty in the streets and I know of one that turned to prostitution to live."
"Michael, this is Sarah."
"Hello, Sarah. I am looking for a housemaid. I am very wealthy and I have a large mansion on the other side of town. It has 15 rooms and 6 bedrooms. I live alone, but I do frequently entertain guests. This job would provide room and board as well as a very modest salary. Clothing would also be furnished, as you would be required to dress as I desire. You would have to be available to me seven days a week at whatever time I desire. Your job would require you to call me Master Michael and would require obedience to my wishes. I can be a very demanding boss, but you would have a very lovely room and bath to yourself and you would have the same food available to you that I eat. With the salary provided, you would be extremely well off compared to the society as a whole now. Do you think you can fulfill my wishes, Sarah?"
Sarah looked nervously at Michael. He was about the same age as Mr. Smith, forty-five being extremely old to someone only eighteen. He was in much better physical condition than Mr. Smith. He was about five feet, ten-inches tall, a slim waist and had a bronze glow to his skin. His long sandy brown hair highlighted his youthful appearance. She had some apprehension about living in a house with a man alone, but the house was huge. She had few options. It was either this or the street tomorrow. She would have to do whatever was required of her to make sure she got and kept the job. She knew that it might be difficult at times, but her life had never been easy. Maybe this was the break she deserved. “Yes, Master Michael, I will do as you desire. I appreciate this opportunity and will do everything to fulfill your desires as my employer. Mr. Smith, I appreciate your confidence in my abilities and wouldn't let you down."
Mr. Smith smiled at Michael. “You may have your Chauffeur pick up Sarah tomorrow morning at 10:00. She will be packed and ready to begin work. I am sure that she will please you in every manner. I don't think she wants to end up on the streets. The winter is coming and the weather is turning bad. Sarah, you may go back to your room and say goodbye to your friends. Your new life starts tomorrow and good luck."
"Thank you Mr. Smith and thank you Master Michael. I will not disappoint either one of you.” Sarah turned and left the room, all eyes on her ass as she walked out.
Michael turned to Mr. Smith after Sarah left the room. “I think she will do nicely. It wouldn't be long before I have her trained. If you would like, in appreciation, you may come over in about two months and I will let you fuck her. I saw the way you lusted after her. She should be quite docile by than and I am sure she will be everything you fantasized about. And here is the $500.00 as agreed upon. She is a remarkable girl, especially that red hair. My friends are going to literally love her.” Michael handed the money to Mr. Smith. He got up and left the room.
Michael was waiting at the door when Sarah arrived, the picture of a perfect employer. “Follow me and I will show you your room.” They walked up the massive stairs in the front hallway until they reached the second floor. “All of the bedrooms except for one are on this floor. The other bedroom is downstairs next to my study. I sometimes use it if I am working late and do not want to go upstairs. Your room is at the end of the hall.” Michael opened the door at the end of the hall. “My room is next door, the other rooms on each side of yours, are for guests. I often entertain and my guests frequently spend the night."
Sarah had never seen such a gorgeous room, it being almost as big as one of the dormitories at the orphanage
. At one end of the room stood an enormous four poster bed that even seemed to be out of place in the large room. The posts were about three inches in diameter at the largest part, but tapered down and then spread back out again at numerous points on the post. At the top were large, pineapple shaped carvings with many ridges. A padded bench was at the end of the bed, legs thick like the posts on the bed. In the corner stood an enormous armoire, a dark mahogany that matched the rest of the furniture in the room. Next to it stood a large overstuffed chair and ottoman, looking out of place in the room. On the other side of the room was a door that opened to the bathroom, but the bedroom had a strange feature. The bathtub, a large claw foot metal tub sat in the room across from the chair, not in the bathroom. Sarah thought that odd, but having only lived in orphanages, her experience, especially with the rich, was limited to what she had read.
Michael pointed to the many mirrors in the room, almost all of the walls having at least one large mirror on it and then pointing to the ceiling, over the bed and the bathtub, large mirrors on the ceiling. “This was my mother's room before her death. She was a very beautiful woman, although somewhat vain. She loved to see her reflection. I leave this room this way to remember her. I hope you don't mind and will get used to being able to see yourself at all times."
Sarah looked around, seeing her reflection on all of the walls. It would take a while to get used to it, making her a little self-conscious. She did not think of herself as attractive, feeling plainer others. Orphanage life was not a big self-confident builder, it was more you tried to make yourself invisible. “Yes, that is okay,” she said, quickly adding, “Master Michael."
"I have furnished your armoire with suitable clothing for you. You are only to wear clothes that I supply and you are not to alter them in any manner. I have an image that I have to project and as my employee, you must always project that image that I want you to portray. This is non-negotiable. If you cannot abide by my rules, you are free to go at anytime.” Michael opened the armoire, a row of neatly hung skirts and blouses filled one side. Shoes were on the bottom shelf, many of them with very high heels. Michael pulled out two of the drawers. “You have lingerie in here. I require you to wear silk undergarments and silk stockings. In here are nightclothes, silk negligees and silk robes."
Sarah had never seen such beautiful clothes. She was always worn sack dresses, often made of very rough material. “Yes, sir, I will do as you wish, they are so beautiful."
John, the Chauffeur had instructed her in the ways of the household, explaining Michael's instructions on her first day.
Can I speak to you frankly, John?"
"Of course, Sarah, you may tell me anything, I will not reveal it to anyone."
"The conversation was a little strange. He talked about punishing me if I did anything wrong. Then he mentioned that I might see strange things when he parties with his friends. Is there anything I should worry about, John?"
"Sarah, I will tell you the truth. Michael is very rich and very eccentric. Most rich people are. They can and do anything they want and we, the poor, have only one choice. We can go along with them and reap the benefits or we can go back to the rest of the truly poor, on the streets. I personally chose the first. I had many friends that are on the street, unable to feed themselves, much less their family. I do not want to be like them. Michael had hired one girl only last month for your job. She only lasted for a week. Michael caught her making too many mistakes and he was going to punish her. He wanted to spank her. She thought that this was too much for her to stand and she left. Last I heard about her, she is living on the streets. She will not survive very long. She was an orphan like you and had no skills that would allow her to survive. She will probably end up being a prostitute on the street, owned and beaten by some pimp. You look like a smart girl, Sarah. I suggest you think long and hard before you decide to disobey Michael. This is your one and only chance in this world. Don't screw it up."
"He wanted to spank her! I don't know, John. Isn't that a little strange, it's not like I'm a little girl.” Sarah looked at John, a puzzled look on her face. What would I do if he wanted to do that to me?
"Rich people are a little strange. Just think about doing whatever is necessary to survive. The economy will get better any day now. Just try to survive until then. I hope you decide to stay around. I like you.” John looked at Sarah. I would love to fuck that red haired pussy as soon as Michael breaks you in. His cock hardened with the thought of being on top of her, her legs spread, his cock pushing deep into the tight, hot pussy.
"Yes, your right. I need to do whatever to keep this job. And I like you too John, I think we will become good friends."
Sarah worked hard cleaning the house, John showing her the duties that would be required of her. The day went quickly, John finding her in the library cleaning.
"It is almost time for me to leave for the day; I don't stay her at night as you do. Michael will be having his dinner. I will see you tomorrow. Good luck on your first night.” John left Sarah, smiling. What will Michael do to her tonight?
Sarah ate her dinner in the kitchen, while Michael had his dinner in the study. The food was the best she ever tasted, steak and potatoes. She had never even had steak before. Food at the orphanage rarely had meat, never mind steak. She finished and cleaned up her dishes and went to her room. At 8:45 she went to Michael's bedroom. She knocked on the door. No answer, so she went in. She went to his bathroom, a room almost of the size of her bedroom. She began filling the large bathtub with hot water. Seeing bath suds next to the tub, she put in a small quantity and watched as it filled the tub. She was bending over the tub watching the water fill when she felt a presence behind her. “You startled me,” Sarah said, seeing Michael in the door, watching her. “How long have you been there?"
"Not long, in this house, you do not have to knock on the door before entering. It wastes a lot of precious time. There is only the two of us here most of the time, so it obviously the other. I am not big on privacy, this is my home and you have the privilege of sharing it with me, but it is still my home, I will go anywhere I please, that includes the room you are living in. If you notice, none of the doors have locks except for the outside doors. Do you understand, Sarah?
"Yes, Master Michael,” standing as she turned off the water.
"I will be finished my bath in an hour. I want you to come down here then and clean up my bathroom. Then I want you in my study. I want you wearing her nightclothes; I have laid them out on the bed for you. Be prompt.” Michael watched for any change of expression or disapproval, but saw none.
"I can wait to change after I clean your bathroom, sir,” hoping to avoid him seeing her in her nightclothes.
"That was not a question, Sarah, it was an order. Are you already being insolent?” Michael's voice rose, wanting to throw a little fear in Sarah.
"No, Master Michael, I'm sorry, I will do exactly as you say. I will not question your orders again, sir,” Sarah stammered off quickly. Don't screw up, Sarah, you just got here, don't get him mad and throw you out on the street.
"You may leave now,” he snapped. As she was walked out, she could see out of the corner of her eyes that he was already begun to undress. She hurried, not wanting to see him naked.
She went back to her bedroom, her nightclothes spread out on the bed. There were only two garments, a satin black negligee and a matching black wrap. It was made of the same material as the negligee, an almost transparent garment; this wasn't meant to cover, but to entice. On the floor was a pair of black slippers, but they had three inch heels on them.
Sarah took off her clothes and hung them neatly in the armoire. She took her lingerie and stockings and soaked them in the sink while she got dressed. Should I put on lingerie, she thought. No, he told me only to put on what he had laid out for her. She let the negligee slip over her head and down her body. The material rubbed against her nipples, the delicate morsels again turning hard from the fabric. She put her feet into the slipper
s and slipped the wrap over her shoulders, tying it at the neck with the lace bow. Another bow at her waist was the only other tie. She looked in the mirrors, her reflection shooting back at her. Her red hair contrasted with the black nightclothes. She could almost see through the material. Her legs stood up high on the heel, the muscles of her legs standing out. She looked at the clock on the table. Almost 10:00, I must not be late. It's not going to be so bad. He just wants to see if my clothes fit, then it will be time for bed.
Sarah entered the library, this time without knocking on the door. Michael was seated in the chair in front of the fireplace, in his robe and slippers.
"Over here, stand in front of the fire, I wouldn't want you getting cold.” Michael watched as she walked toward him. She looked gorgeous in the negligee and wrap, her long legs accented by the three-inch heels on her feet. “Face me, hands at your sides, yes that is good.” He watched as she turned and faced him, placing her hands at her sides. “The clothes fit very well, Sarah. Turn around and stop when you back is to me. Stop, yes, hold it there."
Sarah moved as Michael directed her. It almost felt natural, not awkward, to obey his commands. She did not hesitate, turning, her back to him. Again, she could feel his gaze on her even with her back to him. She stayed in position, long minutes passing with no further commands. She shuffled on her feet, growing impatient.
"Turn facing me again, Sarah. Now, remove the wrap, I want to see the negligee.” Michael watched, as Sarah's face became flush. He liked that, he liked to humiliate them. “I wouldn't tell you again,” his voice rose in tone.
Sarah snapped back into reality and began to unloosen the tie on the wrap. She was stunned when he told her to take off the wrap. She didn't expect having to show her body. She began to hesitate when the tone of Michael's voice gave her no choice. Either obey or leave. She pushed the wrap off her shoulders and let it fall to the chair beside Michael. She stood in her negligee, the top low cut, the material almost transparent. Her breasts were small not showing much, but her nipples were hard and erect, poking out of the material.