The Rubbermaid Chronicles 1
A Maid of the Dark
Annie winced as the master rolled the thick latex stocking over the middle of her thigh,
then a forbidden groan sneaked out when he snapped the top of the hose around the
sensitive skin just below her shaved pussy.
It just isn`t fair, she thought to herself. I didn`t mean to, honest.
Not that he cared. Not that he ever did. And he was seriously angry this time.
She knew she had made some pretty major mistakes, but none quite so awful as this one.
She should have known better by now.
After all, it had been almost four months since she had accepted the position as maid
here.
Well, he had offered a year`s salary upfront. And he had been very persuasive.
The next morning, she woke up to handcuffs being locked around her wrists and ankles.
And now she was being stuffed into a rubber prison, her legs compressed by the too-small
stockings as if trapped in a vice.
He wasn`t talking, and that was a bad sign. Usually he liked to describe everything he
was doing to her in intimate detail. This time, he worked with a methodical precision that
spelled trouble.
"Bend your left knee and hold your foot out behind you," he barked.
She tried not to sway as he worked her feet into the tight leather shell of the
discipline boots. When the straps were locked around her arches and her ankles, she found
herself in the familiar position of having to stand awkwardly on her tiptoes, thanks to
the deadly six-inch stilettos that jutted down from her heels like twin ice picks.
He seems to have an endless collection of cruel shoes, among his other fashion
accessories from hell.
On that first day, she learned a lot about his demented dress code.
When she complained about the handcuffs, he immediately stuffed a nasty leather gag into
her mouth that practically went down her throat. After he finished arranging the straps
around her cheeks, under her chin, behind her neck and over the top of her head, she could
no more speak than she could fly.
He explained a lot of things that morning. She must never speak unless asked a direct
question, and then she could only answer "yes, master."
She must obey his every command instantly, or she would be "corrected"
permanently.
She must never touch herself without permission unless she wanted a surgical clamp
applied to the spot (this was a mistake she only made once).
Then he began to dress her for the day. Thigh-high boots, leather waist cincher, posture
collar and a thick chastity belt with butt and vagina plugs. Oh, and a lace apron with
matching hat.
Her wrists were confined painfully behind her back in cuffs that hung down from the
collar. Iron manacles with about a foot of chain between them were locked to her ankles.
She had to be careful not to trip and fall, which wasn`t easy when he was dragging her
along by a leash that he clipped to a ring on the back of the chastity belt and snaked
between her legs.
Her first job had been cleaning the kitchen floor with a toothbrush. Naturally, he didn`t
uncuff her hands. Instead, he stuck the handle in her gag so she had to practically rub
her nose into the linoleum to get it clean.
But that chore sounded cheerful compared to what she was afraid was in store for her
now.
He was squeezing her torso into a latex corselet that wrapped around each leg and
constricted her waist into a Victorian hourglass figure that defied physics.
Of course, her crotch and her ass were uncovered. She couldn`t even remember the last
time they weren`t exposed to his every whim.
As he pulled the cold rubber over her chest, she sneaked a quick peek downward to see
what was happening, and was rewarded with a firm slap on her ass.
"Eyes forward," he growled. "That`s going to cost you an extra
hour."
She twitched in meek obedience as he pulled the shoulder straps over her arms, the
corselet now sucked tight against her frame.
Annie was surprised that her breasts were hidden, but then she felt his fingers poking
through the tiny holes strategically positioned in the front.
When he finally found her nipples, he pushed and tugged them through the openings until
they were provocatively – and painfully – exposed, two bulging pink buds adrift on a
jet-black sea.
"Hold out your arms and make a fist," he said tonelessly.
She knew this drill. Her hands were inevitably clad in some kind of impenetrable bondage
mittens when she wasn`t doing housework that required her fingers.
These not only took care of her hands, they also covered her arms all the way to her
shoulders.
Making things difficult for her seemed to be his passion. Unfortunately, he was also
rather good at it.
Like the spreader bar he used to splay her while she washed the dishes. It had a second
shaft that stuck up at a 90-degree angle like an upside-down "T" to hold the
dildo du jour deep in her pussy.
Then there were the dreadful porcupine balls studded with dozens of sharp spines that he
occasionally inserted into her lower orifices. He especially liked doing this when he was
binding her in a hogtie so he could secure them with a few feet of rope grinding into her
crotch.
And the whips. She knew them all well, and that was an accomplishment, because there were
a considerable number to remember.
When she wasn`t busy making the bed with her teeth or ironing his clothes while hanging
upside down, he often used her as furniture. Foot rest, coffee table, hat rack, valet, ice
bucket holder at his parties ... she had learned to stay motionless for hours, no matter
what.
Except for that time when he made her hold a candle between the cheeks of her ass when
she was being used as the table for an intimate dinner party, she felt she had done well,
considering.
And then she blew it all in a matter of seconds.
She tried not to moan when she saw the hood in his hands. This meant the worst. He always
said he hated covering up her pretty face.
But that didn`t stop him from using a wide variety of leather and rubber discipline
helmets whenever the mood struck him. Like now.
When he had rolled the latex down to her nose, he stopped.
Gag time.
Annie prayed it wasn`t the pump.
It was.
The bladder tasted horrible as it lay limply in her mouth, its air hole between her lips
as it awaited the hose and the squeeze bulb.
She let out a low guttural groan when she felt the bottom of the hood against her neck,
but she was secretly pleased that there were two tiny slits for her eyes. Anything but the
darkness where the only sensation her brain registered was touch. Well, being touched,
anyway, if you could call her torments something as innocuous as that.
Here comes the collar, she told herself. She guessed he would use the
posture-straightening one that was so stiff, it must have been reinforced with steel.
Right again.
"Get those legs together right now!"
He started at her feet, and by the time he reached her groin, her limbs were welded
together with several yards of thin leather straps crisscrossing her ankles, her shins,
her knees and her thighs.
With the rubber molded to her ribcage, Annie was having trouble breathing regularly. Must
calm down, she thought. At least he couldn`t get a porcupine ball into her now.
Tonight had been like most others. After a long day creeping on the floor with her legs
bound together, her arms strapped behind her back and the vacuum hose attached to her
head, he had tied her wrists to her ankles and instructed her to kneel next to his easy
chair with a coaster in her mouth to hold his wineglass.
Everything was going fine until she breathed a whiff of smoke from his pipe through her
nose.
And sneezed.
As he secured the three-inch leather cuffs around her wrists with padlocks, she realized
he was almost finished with the bondage part of whatever he was planning.
Now comes the discipline.
She couldn`t imagine what sort of punishment her crime warranted. She had never even
conceived of spilling an entire glass of wine on his crotch.
She felt the chain being wrapped around her waist, then pushed between her legs so the
links rubbed dangerously against her very vulnerable pussy and asshole.
Then he grabbed her bound wrists and pulled them harshly behind her head. The large lock
soon held her arms to the end of the chain running up her back, bending them backward at a
most severe angle.
If she moved them even a little, the metal loops dug more deeply into her most sensitive
holes, something to be avoided at all costs.
The chain suddenly became less of a problem when he began screwing down the small wood
clamps on her protruding nipples.
When he had practically squished them flat between the serrated metal pads, he clipped
thin chains to the bases and strung them through a ring hanging from the wood-beamed
ceiling of his study.
The ends were attached to another ring in the front of her collar so she was left
standing on the furthermost tips of her toes, practically suspended by her throbbing
knobs.
Can I last another eight months?
In her newfound discomfort, Annie had practically forgotten about the little matter of
the pump gag.
But her master soon rectified this lapse by screwing the hose into the socket sticking
out from the latex hood. After only a few squeezes, the bladder had completely filled the
space formerly occupied by her tongue and teeth.
As she readjusted her breathing pattern through her nose, he disappeared from her limited
sight, only to return to view seconds later holding an unpleasant sentence she would soon
serve with no hope of parole.
"This is called a triple-dip because some people think it looks like an upside-down
ice cream cone," he said jauntily, regaining his usual form.
He held the enormous butt plug directly in front of her eye slits. She saw the
resemblance in its three sections, each considerably larger than its predecessor, but she
thought it looked more like a nuclear bomb.
Incoming, she relayed to her rectum as she watched him slather its sides with lubricant.
The sight of the thin electrical cord trailing off the hellish dildo caused her to clench
her buttocks involuntarily.
"Hold that thought," he told her as he pushed the chain away and positioned the
fat tip of the plug against her desperately-resistant asshole.
She gasped audibly when he pulled the chain over the base so the links functioned as the
string of a bow, with the plastic nightmare as the arrow and her bottom as its target.
She struggled to keep her balance with all her attention focused on repelling the
invader, which caused her distressed nipples to stretch precariously as her body swayed.
She tried to move her arms further back behind her neck, but they had reached their limit
long before the butt plug came between her and the chain.
Watching her flail caused the master to smile for the first time since the incident.
And then he started to laugh as he coiled the long bullwhip and began flexing his arm
strenuously.
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