Instilling Obedience & Maid to Serve

by Ray Gordon

  'No, let me go,' Amy said, slipping out of bed and dressing too. 'You stay here and wait for me.'

  Frowning as Amy left the room and closed the door, Hayley wondered whether or not she had made her mind up to trust her. Deciding she still didn't know enough about the girl to do so, she quickly resolved to go it alone instead, so she left the room and crept down the stairs to the landing below. Hovering outside Belinda's bedroom door she listened for any signs of life, but she heard nothing and there was no sign of Amy. No doubt the front and backdoor were locked and the keys now stowed in a place where she wouldn't be able to find them, but if she had to she would look again for an unlocked window to climb out of. And if the gates were locked too she'd do her best to climb over them. This time she was determined to get away from Hadleigh Manor.

  Descending the stairs to the hall, she again listened for any signs of activity and caught her breath, her pulse racing as she heard voices drifting up from the basement. Was that Amy's voice she heard? It seemed her doubts about the girl were justified. She didn't dare risk going down there, so she put her ear to the gap of the slightly ajar door and listened intently.

  'At least she's still in the house,' she heard Belinda say. 'Do you realise how much trouble we'll be in if she gets away. This is serious, have you grasped that yet?'

  'Yes, of course I have,' said Amy.

  Holding her hand to her mouth to suppress the shock of having her doubts about the other girl irrefutably confirmed, Hayley snatched her other hand away from the door handle as if it was scalding hot and hovered there in the hall, her head in a spin. So Amy really was working with the scheming pair, she thought angrily. The little traitor had really, really let her down. How could she do such a thing?

  Again wondering what on earth was going on she shrieked with the shock and dismay of being discovered as a hand planted itself on her shoulder, the fingers digging in to her flesh and making her wince with the discomfort.

  'What are you doing?' Michael asked.

  'T-trying to get away from this place,' she said, trying futilely to loosen the talon-like grip on her shoulder, the truthful response the first thing that came into her head. 'What do you think I'm doing?'

  'Really, trying to leave us already?' he sneered, nudging open the door and giving her a firm push towards the dingy stairs leading down to the basement. 'Well, I think my wife will have something to say about that.'

  'I'm not going down there,' Hayley insisted, shaking her head. 'If you think I'm going back down there you've got another—'

  'Be quiet, Hayley,' he said, cutting off her protests, and before she could do anything to resist she found herself manhandled down the stairs and ushered physically into the basement room.

  The door slammed shut behind her, and she turned and stared open-mouthed at Belinda and Amy.

  'Ah, there you are, young lady,' the woman said, smiling without warmth at Hayley. 'I was beginning to think you didn't like us.'

  'I - I don't,' Hayley stammered, lifting her chin defiantly, 'so I'm leaving here and going home.'

  Belinda laughed derisively. 'Oh, you are, are you? Just like that? You're going to leave here without working your notice?'

  'Well, yes...' Hayley faltered, 'I didn't really...'

  'No, you didn't really consider the inconvenience to us, did you? I didn't realise you're so selfish, young lady.'

  Hayley bristled at the accusation of being inconsiderate or selfish. She spent her life considering others and being unselfish. 'That's not fair!' she snapped.

  'Don't you use that tone with me,' Belinda warned. 'Get on the table, or would you rather that I have Michael and Amy put you on the table?'

  'No, I...' Unable to believe that she'd been so stupid as to let herself end up back down here in the basement, Hayley eyed the odious piece of furniture with its metal rings and lengths of rope. There was no way she was going to end up tied helplessly to that again... but her mouth dropped open in horror as she stared at the riding crop Belinda produced from behind her back, and the evil smile dancing upon her lips. Hayley knew she was in trouble, and in for another thrashing.

  'You're keeping me waiting,' Belinda said, fingering the leather crop with evident reverence. 'And I don't like to be kept waiting. I'd rather hoped you would have learnt that by now.'

  'Please, no, not again...' Hayley protested, despite knowing any pleas were futile.

  'Do you really want me to use this?' Belinda asked, stroking the crop suggestively.

  'No I don't,' Hayley said adamantly.

  Belinda shrugged simplistically. 'Then do as I tell you and get on the table. The choice is yours.'

  'But you'll use it on me anyway,' Hayley said.

  'Perhaps I will, and perhaps I won't. Now, I've had enough of all this dallying. Get on the table before you really try my patience.'

  Hayley had no choice, she knew as she gazed at the whip. Belinda wouldn't hesitate to use it, but she also knew there was no way of getting past Belinda, Michael and Amy and making it to the door. Trapped yet again she jumped as the whip cracked, and knowing resistance for the moment was futile, she slipped up onto the table without taking her eyes off Belinda, and lay on her back with her legs again hanging down over the edge. Saying nothing as a gloating Michael tied her wrists and ankles as he had done before, she gazed up at the low ceiling and wondered how on earth she'd gotten herself into such a bizarre mess yet again. Trembling as Belinda leaned over her tethered body and again unbuttoned her blouse, she couldn't believe she was back on the hateful table. Grimacing as Belinda actually leant down and placed a cold kiss on first one of her nipples and then the other, she feared her last chance of ever escaping the Philips' clutches had probably passed. She was at the two sadist's mercy - not that she expected them to show her any mercy.

  Lifting her head as her female captor folded the hem of her short skirt back onto her stomach and gazed admiringly at her smooth, parted thighs and the delicate swell of her sex mound within her white panties, Hayley wondered what she intended to do to her this time. Shuddering as the woman actually reached between her thighs and traced the contours of her sex lips through her panties with her fingertip, Hayley knew that much more than just another punishment was on the agenda.

  'You have a beautiful body, my dear,' Belinda breathed huskily. 'It's a shame you've felt the need to fight us. We could have all got on so much better if you'd been more amenable to us. Sadly I fear it's too late for that now, but at least we have you back where we want you. At least you're here, bound and defenceless in our little den.'

  'When will you release me?' Hayley asked shakily.

  'I don't know,' Belinda said, rubbing a little harder between her legs, Hayley blushing and nibbling her lower lip as she felt a shameful dampness forming in her panties. 'I suppose we can't keep you here forever, but let's not talk about you leaving us, my dear. For now we'd rather enjoy you and your beautiful body.

  Fearing the bite of the leather riding crop, Hayley resigned herself to the fact that she had little choice but to accept whatever was planned for her. Belinda beckoned Michael closer again, and he stroked the bound girl's hair with unexpected tenderness while his wife eased the gusset of Hayley's damp panties aside, exposing her hairless sex for their appreciation. From a little behind them Amy looked on, her expression passive. This was it, Hayley knew as she felt her mistress's fingertips gently stroking her inner thighs. The violation of her tethered body was imminent. With her feet hanging down and her ankles secured to the table legs, she felt more than ever how vulnerable she was to the desires and wishes of the couple, completely defenceless to their every whim.

  Using two fingers Belinda peeled Hayley's damp sex lips apart, and although the bound girl knew her clitoris was exposed to their eyes, that it was shamefully erect, and despite feeling humiliated and embarrassed by that, she also felt aroused as never before. Was Belinda going to ease her fingers deep into her? Would she massage her clitoris until she orgasmed? Is that what Belinda intended a
nd Hayley secretly wanted?

  Closing her eyes she felt a delicious quiver run through her insides as her captor massaged her sensitive clitoris. Utterly confused, her emotions in turmoil, Hayley pondered her own thoughts and desires. Then stiffening and holding her breath, Michael stroking her fringe from her perspiring brow, she felt two fingers slip into her tight vagina. She let out a gasp. To have another woman touching her so intimately was overwhelming her emotions, a battle was raging in her tormented mind, and she couldn't deny the intense pleasure she was experiencing.

  She listened to the wet sounds of her vaginal juices as Belinda began to gently pump her fingers in and out of the clutching sheath of Hayley's sex. Never having experienced the intimate attention of someone else like this, never having been sexually pleasured by another, Hayley couldn't deny her soaring arousal. Her bound body trembling, her breathing fast and shallow, she felt her clitoris swell and her vaginal muscles tighten as the fingers repeatedly drove deep into her vagina.

  'Ooohhhh,' she breathed as Belinda's fingertips massaged the nub of her clitoris. The heavenly sensations rocking her trussed frame, reaching out and tightening every muscle, she arched her back as her pleasure built. Shaking uncontrollably as the fingers glided in and out of her spasming vagina, she couldn't believe the immense pleasure her female boss was bringing her. But this was lesbian sex, she reminded herself. She shouldn't be enjoying the intimate attention of another woman. But, she tried to console herself, the pleasure was immeasurable and undeniable, so did it really matter who was giving it to her?

  Nearing her orgasm, Hayley shuddered violently as she felt Belinda's hot breath on her pubic mound. This couldn't be happening, she thought as the woman's darting tongue explored her sex lips. Her fingers moving away from Hayley's clitoris and exiting her vagina, Belinda licked the little protrusion of her pleasure bud. Again Hayley let out a gasp as her clitoris responded to her mistress's wet tongue, confusion reigning in her tormented mind as she writhed on the table, gasping whimpers of bliss as she teetered on the brink of her orgasm. This was all wrong, but it was delicious too.

  The fingers sank back deep into the tight channel of her vagina, her pleasure nodule pulsating beneath Belinda's snaking tongue, and Hayley cried out as her orgasm exploded from deep within her core. She tensed on the table, her back arching so that she rested on only her thighs and shoulders, shockwaves of pure sexual bliss rocking her body as she writhed and squirmed, gasped and pleaded as her mistress sustained her mind-blowing climax. Never before had she known such intense delight. Never before had she dreamed that her body was capable of bringing her such immense pleasure.

  'Only a woman knows how to pleasure another woman,' Belinda breathed confidently, her wet tongue sweeping over the sensitive tip of Hayley's pulsating clitoris, and sustaining Hayley's incredible pleasure the woman continued to work deftly with her cunning tongue. Hayley thought she was going to pass out as her orgasm continued to peak and rocked her very soul. With her mind spinning, with vivid colours flashing behind her closed eyelids as she drifted on clouds of lust, she shuddered violently again and the table creaked, announcing her spending to the woman and the two silent onlookers. Her nipples pulsed and rose proudly from her trembling breasts and her stomach churned deliciously, and she felt sexually alive as never before.

  Finally descending from her climax, Hayley laid quivering and panting for breath on the table as Belinda sucked the last ripples of pleasure from her weary clitoris. The manipulative fingers slowed to a gentle massaging rhythm, and the woman stood upright and cast her eyes over Hayley's sated body. Delirious in the aftermath of her multiple orgasm, Hayley was oblivious to her mistress. Her mind swimming, her head lolling from side to side, she lay exhausted on the table.

  'You're beautiful,' Belinda breathed huskily, running her wet tongue over her prisoner's erect nipples, causing the girl to murmur again, then she sucked on each one in turn, devouring them as though they were delicate morsels of delicious food. Hayley moaned, her breasts rising and falling jerkily as the heavenly sensations permeated them.

  As her mistress's fingers wandered over the smooth plateau of her stomach, and then back to the gentle rise of her mons, Hayley knew she was to be taken to another exhausting orgasm and wondered how many she could endure as Belinda's fingers slipped into her drenched valley of desire and massaged the sensitive bulb of her expectant clitoris. Then sinking her teeth gently into Hayley's pulsing nipple, Belinda caressed her clitoris with a gentleness and sensuality of a woman's touch.

  Hayley began to breathe heavily again as her tethered body trembled uncontrollably. She could feel her juices tricking from her sex and running down between the firm cheeks of her buttocks as her vaginal muscles tightened around the intruding fingers. No longer was she battling between right and wrong. Nothing mattered now, apart from her desire to achieve yet another exquisite climax.

  'Come for me,' Belinda breathed. 'Come for me again.' With her clitoris solid in arousal beneath the woman's vibrating fingertips Hayley felt her womb contract. This was sheer sexual bliss, she thought, arching her back again as her pleasure built, closing her eyes as Belinda quickened her massaging rhythm. Incredibly she was going to reach another climax, she knew as her mistress sucked hard on each erect nipple.

  'Come for me,' Belinda again urged as Hayley shook and the table creaked. Moving down Hayley's naked body Belinda licked the swollen cushions of her wet sex lips and straightened her pumping fingers. Withdrawing them, pausing, and driving them deep into the girl's tight vagina, she sucked her hard clitoris into her mouth and repeatedly swept her tongue over the responsive tip. Sucking and licking, her mouth slurping between Hayley's sex lips, she increased her thrusting rhythm, taking the girl to the brink of an orgasm and held her there, the sounds of her slurping tongue and lips accompanying the bound captive's heavy breathing in the humid, gloomy atmosphere of the basement.

  'Please,' Hayley gasped, desperate to cross the threshold of her pleasure to the eruption of an orgasm. Belinda licked around the base of her clitoris and slowed the movement of her fingers, keeping Hayley teetering on the verge of her climax. Her tongue again sweeping over the tip of her pleasure bud, she took Hayley close to the brink or her climax and then again backed off. Again and again she took her young prisoner to the very brink of her sexual relief and then moved away from her yearning clitoris.

  'Please,' Hayley again gasped. 'Please, I need to come.' Sucking the trembling girl's clitoris into her warm mouth, pistoning the tight sheath of her vagina with her fingers, Belinda finally allowed her to slip over the edge and plunge deep into a pool of sexual ecstasy. Shaking fiercely, Hayley writhed and cried out as her orgasm gripped her again, waves of pure bliss crashing through her trembling body, taking her higher to her sexual heaven.

  Wondering whether she'd discovered her sexual niche as her pleasure began to recede, panting for breath, her body trembling again as she drifted down from her second orgasm, she didn't think she could take any more. If Belinda tried to tease another climax from her she didn't think she could take it. Lifting her head as she felt the fingers slip out of her vagina, she gazed through misty eyes at her female boss as she placed her face between her parted thighs, pressed her lips to the entrance of her sex, and greedily drank her seeping juices.

  'No more,' Hayley sighed, feeling the woman's tongue entering her hot channel, wondering where and when this would end. 'Please, I'm tired, I can't take any more.'

  Gazing in amazement with weary eyes as Belinda slipped her skirt off and climbed elegantly up onto the table, precisely placing her knees on either side of Hayley's head, resting her firm buttocks on her breasts, the girl couldn't help but focus on the hairless lips of the woman's sex. She didn't want this, she didn't want to return the pleasure she'd received in any way, let alone the way that was evidently expected of her. But eyeing the woman's swollen sex lips, seeing the glistening liquid coating her pink flesh, she knew that she had no choice other than to taste her mistress there.r />
  As Belinda lowered her hips, her engorged vulva meeting her captive's moist, slightly parted lips, she let out a gasp. Hayley squeezed her eyes shut and grimaced as the woman's vaginal juices smudged over her face and she was swamped by the woman's sexual fragrance. With her mouth tightly closed she couldn't bring herself to taste Belinda's juices of lust. Would she orgasm on her trapped face? Hayley didn't want this, it wasn't right.

  'Use your tongue,' Belinda breathed huskily, rocking her hips gently, her vaginal entrance moving back and forth over Hayley's mouth. Finally relenting, tentatively pushing her tongue out, Hayley tasted the lesbian's nectar. She was creamy and tangy, and the lips of her vulva were smooth and soft against Hayley's wet face. She really didn't know what to do. Should she push her tongue deeper? She guessed that was what Belinda wanted as she ground her hips and pressed her sex more urgently to Hayley's mouth.

  Finally relenting and tentatively pushing her tongue up into Belinda's hot sex channel, her mouth flooding with her vaginal juices, she licked the clutching inner walls to the accompaniment of the woman's gasps of pleasure, slightly muffled by the thighs pressed to her ears and holding her head in position. Sucking and drinking from her mistress, Hayley lost herself in her traitorously soaring arousal as she used her inexperienced tongue to please her female boss.

  'Oooh yesss... just that like, fuck me with your tongue,' Belinda urged shakily but appreciatively, her body trembling as she reached down between her thighs and stretched open her outer labia. 'What a clever girl you are. I want to feel your tongue deep inside my pussy.' Almost unable to breathe Hayley repeatedly thrust her tongue into the woman's tight sheath, her face increasingly coated with juices of arousal as the woman knelt over her, gasping in her sexual ecstasy. Hayley could feel the nub of her clitoris pressing hard against her upper lip as her mouth was anointed with another flood of pussy juice. Through her confused emotions she wondered if the woman was going to come already, her own clitoris again yearning for her mistress's clever tongue.