Enslaving His Maid

Blackmailed by the Englishman

Extract

A few hours later, her cat woke her up by jumping on her stomach and meowing hungrily. "You like your new home, Whiskey?" Megan asked, catching sight of something deep red stuck on the cat's claw. She pulled it off and looked at it closer. "Uh- oh. What the heck did you get into, Whiskey?"

The alarm on her phone went off, telling her it was time to get ready for dinner just as she realized where she'd seen that color. It perfectly matched the leather from the seats of the expensive sports car.

"Oh, no, no, no! What did you do?" she asked, jumping up and running outside at full speed across the property.

From the kitchen, Gareth watched his lovely bikini clad maid weave through the elegantly landscaped yard and charge into the open garage. He grinned and headed in that direction, knowing exactly what she'd find.

The drivers window of the car was down, and Megan thought that was a very bad sign. The backseat was clawed all to hell, and for the life of her, she couldn't figure out why Whiskey would do such a thing. She became nauseous and her hand clutched her stomach as she shook her head in denial.

Gareth walked in through the open bay door, calling to Megan.

"I saw you running, Megan. Is everything alright?" he asked, finally following her terrified stare. He winced and closed his eyes as he put on a show of trying to stay calm, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Okay, when I said you could bring your cat, I didn't mean he could do thousands in damage to my car. I'm going to have to replace all the seating."

"I'm so sorry!" Megan cried, knowing she'd probably be fired.

He shook his head, knowing the shock to Megan would be enormous but not wanting to scare her away. "Never mind, we'll just remember to keep the garage shut. I refuse to have cats declawed so we'll just have to take care that way, although the cost isn't a minor thing to repair this." He reached out and patted her shoulder, "I don't blame you, but I don't think insurance covers acts of cat."

“I just can't believe he did this. You could take it out of my pay.”

"Let's have dinner then we'll discuss it," he offered, turning to lead the way. "Maybe you could do something extra for me instead?"

“Okay. I'm just so shocked." The seats probably cost a fortune and she couldn't afford to pay for new ones. If it came out of her paycheck, it would take forever to repay him.

Gareth took her to the kitchen, pressing a hot cup of tea into her hands and a steak and onion sandwich. "Try the food, it's good. Not a usual meat I'll admit but very tasty." He led the way back to the table and sat to eat the meal.

"Now, the suggestion. Since you seem comfortable around me, which is nice, then maybe we could skip the bra and panties for a month? I know, it may be too much for you but it's the air of naughtiness, something that's just decadent, that makes the idea something I've been tempted by. There's already naked maid services, but if you'd stay in stockings and heels then that would be better," he explained, sipping his tea as he spoke. "Again, I'll respect you if you say no but I'm willing to write off the expense of the seats for a month of that, and increased wages in the future if you want to continue."

Megan nearly choked on her delicious sandwich. He wanted her to clean naked? She couldn't think of what to say, and her eyes were large as she chewed. Her hand came up in a gesture for him to wait a moment as she considered the situation.

She thought about her mom and how her head would explode with fury about her pageant winning daughter becoming a lowly servant. Now she was even considering becoming a naked one. To be fair, it was for very good money, and Mr. Davis had always been a gentleman. Megan thought he was kind of cute, too, with his charming accent and wavy black hair.

“Wow, I've never heard of a naked maid service before,” she said, taking another bite. “This is good, what kind of burger is this?”

"Kangaroo," he chuckled, refilling her cup of tea. "Got a little spring in it, hasn't it? Tastes better than beef I think. And yes, you can look up the maid thing. Consider it tonight though, and if you agree then you can have breakfast like that. I'll let you clean the chair afterwards." He winked at her, a cheeky grin showing. He knew she could hardly afford to turn down the offer, especially given that she couldn't ask anyone for help.

She gulped and swallowed at the same time, surprised about eating kangaroo and shocked by the idea of eating in the buff...then wiping off the chair.

As she pictured herself sitting at the table that way, eating breakfast, something strange happened to her. She began throbbing between her legs, and squeezed them together, wondering why she was suddenly excited. That hadn't happened too many times to her, actually, and it was unexpected. Oh my god! I'm a pervert! she thought, looking down at her swimsuit and hoping he didn't notice that her nipples had hardened.

Gareth finished his meal and headed to the living room. "I'll see you in the morning, Megan. Maybe all of you but don't forget the stockings and heels," he teased as he left. He was fairly sure that she'd be unable to resist the combination of money, safe exhibitionism and gratitude for his kindness after the incident. Once she was undressed around him he'd have enough leverage in the photos to get her full unwilling submission before lunch. He was certain that she'd resist, given her reaction to her boyfriend previously, and that would just add more spice to his fun.

She gave him a quick nod and walked to her room almost at a run. The room was quiet and she dove into on her comfortable bed, wiggled out of her bikini and tossed it to the floor. Megan crawled under the covers and closed her eyes, imagining the next morning, eating breakfast naked. Later, he would probably watch her as she did her job in the nude.

She couldn't believe she was going to do it, but her hand strayed down between her legs. It hardly ever happened, and never during the day, but it seemed necessary. As she opened her legs wider, she sighed and fell back into the pile of pillows with her eyes closed. It always took her a long time to cum, and she hadn't really perfected it yet, but once she started there was no stopping her and her fingers stroked her clit beneath the covers until she came.

The next morning, she rolled on the black fishnet stockings, tying the frilly ribbons at the top and then slipped on the shoes. She looked in the mirror and tried to gather her courage. Her dark hair would at least give her a little privacy, both on her head and down below. If she started feeling shy, she'd pull it around to cover her breasts. It seemed that the situation had suddenly kicked her sex drive into action, and she glanced at her bed. Should she get under the covers again before breakfast? Maybe take the edge off?

The man knocked at her door as she finished dressing, hardly a long task that day, and called through, "Good morning. Food is ready when you are but don't take too long or it'll get cold." He watched her on his phone screen, the hidden camera feeding through to him in real time and letting him know just when to knock to prevent her from playing with herself.

He got to the kitchen in time to pull the tray of croissants out, pouring two bowl-like mugs of hot chocolate out for the table. He checked the cameras, fitting one under the table in readiness to catch her bare crotch and ensuring a full field of view before getting seated as he saw her approach on the camera feed.

As usual, Mr. Davis was in the kitchen setting out a delicious smelling breakfast. Megan walked in with her heart racing. She was feeling very awkward... and exposed. Now that she stood in the kitchen in just her stockings and high-heels, she was having second thoughts and considered returning to her room. She took a step backward toward the door because he hadn't seen her yet, but then remembered all of her reasons for going ahead with the “nude maid for a month” plan.

The man smiled, still looking away, and called out, "Hi there, ready for breakfast?" The phone showed her nervous step before he turned it off and looked at her. He gave her a quick scan and kept up the friendly smile, "You look lovely, much better than any other artwork I could get. Now let's eat, and if it'll help you feel any more comfortable by making this more of a job thing, then call me sir, otherwise feel free to use Gareth." He pulled her chair out and waited for her to sit before taking his own seat.

"Okay, I'll do that," she said. The wooden seat of the chair was cold against her bottom and she closed her legs, then arranged her curtain of dark hair to cover her chest. Looking around, she realized that cleaning the kitchen would take longer, because it was messier than usual. She frowned and bit into a croissant, taking stock of the things that would need done while simultaneously worrying about doing them without her clothes on. "Thank you for breakfast, sir. It's tasty, as usual."

"I'm sorry for the mess," he told her with a smile. "Puff pastry is harder than I'd thought, but I wanted to make an effort. And cooking is probably a good habit."

Whiskey entered the kitchen and headed straight for Gareth. The cat rubbed its body against the man's legs, purring. It was time to feed him, and she really didn't want to get up. At least her nudity was partially hidden behind the table where she was. When the meowing began, she frowned and pushed away from the table, got his bowl from the dishwasher, and paused. She would have to bend over to grab a can of cat food from the very back of a lower cabinet, and her ass would be pointed right at her boss. Finally, she decided on squatting instead, and it was a strange feeling as the position opened her up and the air hit the wet folds between her legs.

“Oh, boy,” she whispered, trying to gather more courage. As she grabbed a can, Whiskey rubbed his silky fur against her ass, causing her to jump up. “Goodness, kitty! Give a little warning next time, darn it.” She opened the can and emptied the food into the bowl, then glared as she placed it in front of the apparently starving cat. “This is your fault,” she muttered, patting his back as he scarfed down his food. The movement caused her breasts to sway, and she hurriedly returned to her breakfast, blushing furiously.

Gareth grinned inwardly at the show he'd just had but didn't stare. "I'll be in the living room today so if you want to do the kitchen and bedrooms then that's fine. I may call for a cup of tea later," he said, finishing his food. "Anyway, I'll see you later, Megan."

He left and headed for his leather armchair, pulling out a powerful tablet and starting work. The man put together a video of Megan's initial outfit, then the lingerie, the topless hot tub moment and finally the naked breakfast. He left her to clean for a hour before calling through for a cup of tea, intending to show the video and photos to the shocked girl.

The rest of the kitchen was spotless, but the floor was still covered with flour. For the life of her, she couldn't find a mop anywhere, but there was a bucket and sponge under the sink. “Be right there. I'm having trouble finding a mop,” she called, putting a kettle of water on to boil. The tea cupboard was full of choices, so she poked her head into the living room, keeping her body hidden around the corner. “Um, what kind of tea would you like?”

"I'm not sure I have a mop," he replied, standing up with a yawn. "Don't worry, I'll make the tea myself. Actually, there might be something at the back by the fridge, a dustpan and brush would make it easier to get up the flour at least?" Gareth smiled as he strolled in, blatantly not paying attention to her nudity as he selected a mixture of tea and concentrated on the pot. The final video of her on all fours while he stood behind her would be the last touch needed to his show.

“Oh, okay. I'll do that,” she said, getting on her knees to reach into the lower cupboard for the dustpan and brush. Once she got a hold of it, she paused, looking up at him. Cleaning the floor would involve a lot of bending over, or she could stay on her knees and do it. They were already coated with flour, so she went to work.

The man whistled as he measured out leaves into the pot, sniffing the mixture from time to time. His attention was clearly not on Megan, so far as she'd be able to tell, and he stepped over her to fetch two clean cups. "Tea?"

“Yes, thank you. I'm almost done,” she said, sweeping up the last bit of pastry. “This will need mopped, though. How about if I run to the store and buy a mop?” she asked hopefully, grasping for an excuse to get her clothes back on. She stood and brushed her knees off, then sipped her tea.

"It'll be fine for now. Could you do my bathroom next please? The bedding is okay for now but that'll give you a chance for some privacy," he joked, taking his tea through. The show was soon finished, the tablet prepped to show it on the giant TV screen and he'd checked the location of the cameras, setting up one in the lamp behind his chair for later. "Megan, could you come to the living room," he called through the intercom, grinning broadly.

Quickly, she arranged her hair to cover her chest and kept the fluffy feather duster as she headed to the living room where Mr. Davis awaited. Megan stopped in front of his comfortable chair and tried to smile back as she adjusted the feather duster so it blocked the view of the area between her legs. "Yes, sir?"

He patted a leather footstool and spoke, "Sit down please and watch the TV for a moment." His voice was firm as he pointed before starting the film.

The incriminating movie was expertly spliced together in a way that depicted her as a scantily clad maid and then went downhill from there. It went on to show her nakedness in nearly every room of the house, writhing under her bedcovers, topless in the hot tub and it even looked like she was on her knees in front of him...for sex!

As she forgot to breathe in her shock, she fought the urge to run away. What was going on? Was this available for everyone to see? She was confused and feeling panicked.

Once it was over he chuckled at her expression. "Now sit and turn to face me like a good girl. Imagine if that went public, what would your mother do? Or if it got emailed to Chuck? You'd be ruined, wouldn't you... There'd be no getting away from it. But there is a solution." Gareth grinned and gestured to the erection tenting the fabric at his crotch, "Suck me off and I'll destroy the film."

"What? Oh god, no! I…I've never done anything like that…ever,” she explained, her eyes wide. “Gareth, you can't show that to my mom, she'll think I'm a…a…slut. You really have the wrong idea about me. I'm uh, inexperienced. I'd probably do it all wrong," she said, glancing at the very large bulge in his pants and jumping up.

"I'm sure you'll figure out the way of things. On your knees," he snapped, glaring at her. "I want to feel that lovely mouth in ten seconds or I send your new film out. Now, bring that curvy ass over here and get my cock out.”

As she frantically looked at the video, she realized there wasn't a choice for her. The man obviously didn't understand her mom, because the dragon woman would hire a hit on him if she saw his movie. As her shaky hands undid his trousers, she could hardly believe what was happening. However, she'd never so much as touched a cock before, and was just a tiny bit curious.

Finally, she stepped closer and reached into his designer boxer shorts to pull his very large and heavy member free. Its texture was surprising, so smooth, yet so solid. As she examined it, she knew he wanted her mouth around the thing, but it was really too big for that. Only the top half would fit, and besides that, he peed out of it. Her brows scrunched up at the thought, because now her mouth would be there. She knew people did that kind of thing, but hadn't ever bothered to learn the details because she never planned on doing it herself.

"Kneel and ask me nicely to be allowed to suck it. You've got ten seconds."

Her jaw dropped and she hurried to her knees. “Okay, okay. But I don't know how,” she explained again. “Please, can I suck that for you, Gareth?” she asked, glancing behind her at the big screen to see if what was happening was also being recorded.

"Of course you can, my dear," he agreed, stroking it with one hand. "Get your mouth around it and suck gently. Or you could lick it from balls to head. I want you to show how eager you are though!" He winked at her, enjoying her distress and knowing that the camera behind them would be capturing her submission.

Leaning forward, she caught hold of him with her hand and licked up the side of his cock very lightly. The soft skin under her tongue interested her and she pressed a little harder, wishing she knew more about sex. Gareth's cock tasted faintly of soap as her tongue moved downward and then back up again. Her eyes were on her work as she licked and licked, exploring gently, curving around but not going near the top where a drop of precum was pooled.

The man smirked at her obedience. "Mouth open and get my cock in you. If you want your reward then you'll start to suck now." He lounged back, hands behind his head as he ensured the cameras had a good view of her face and that it looked willing, without any force used. "Come on, slut. Or maybe you'd prefer your mother to find out all the details of your new job?"

It threw her off to hear the inappropriate words uttered in his proper English accent. She glared up at him, hardly able to comprehend the transformation he'd made. How had he hidden this side of him? He'd completely fooled her and she felt rather stupid.

It didn't seem like she had a choice, so she opened wide and wrapped her lips around his cock, getting her first taste of cum. There was so much of him that she couldn't get it all in, and she didn't want to go out of her way to try too hard, either. Instead, she sucked only the top half of him with her lips and her fingers stroked the lower part, sliding up and down through her saliva.