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Maid To Serve My Boss & His Wife
(Traci Wilde)

Saliva drools from my mouth, running down my chin, dripping onto my bare chest. I groan, long and low, tilt my head back and try to swallow the saliva pooling in my mouth. It's no use, there's just too much, so I stand here, my arms stretched up overhead, the leather cuffs around my wrists tied, with rope, to one of the wooden posts in their back yard. To either side of me laundry hangs from lines strung up between the posts.



That's what I am right now, their toy, their plaything, nothing more than a t-shirt or pair of underwear hung out to dry. It's odd. Twenty-four hours ago I never would have imagined this, seeing myself bound and gagged, nothing more than a sex toy, never would have imagined going through what my new boss and his wife did to me last night ??" I mean I've read stories on my ereader like everyone else, the billionaire bondage tales, the 50 Shades types of stories, but those things don't happen in real life.



At least I never thought they did, and I certainly never thought I would find myself in the middle of it all. Yet here I am, and at the moment I'm absolutely at the mercy of my two masters ??" Tim and Tina ??" and I feel a purpose, a reason for being here, that I haven't felt in years, not since my husband left me for that little bimbo he met at his office.



I don't know, maybe it's just the newness, the novelty of being bound and treated like this, at being banged every way imaginable, but even here, hanging from their laundry line, a little thrill goes through me as I recall last night, as I shift my weight from one foot to the other ??" the soreness in my rear flaring as I do.



I look up as the sky grows dark, clouds rolling over the sun that had been beating down on me, making my skin hot. A sudden breeze whips up, cool air caressing my naked body, and I shiver. 



The clouds are spreading across the sky. Far off in the distance I hear a quiet rumble, and I know a storm is coming in. I jerk against my bonds, cry out ??" as best I can ??" but only a jumble of meaningless sound, accompanied by a stream of bubbling saliva, escapes my mouth.



I don't like storms, never have since I was a child. I look toward the house ??" no sign of anyone. Surely they wouldn't have left me here alone, surely they've been monitoring me, watching from somewhere I can't see. 

Then again, if Tim left Tina in charge of me, who knows what she might do, or allow to happen to me. I hear another rumble and I shudder. Oh god, please don't leave me here, don't let me hang here in the storm.

That would be just like Tina, though, I think, remembering back to this morning...

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