Mistress of the House

 

Melissa DuVant

Copyright © Melissa DuVant

 

The right of Melissa DuVant to be identified as the author of this book has been asserted in accordance with Section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights and Patents Act 1988.

 

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All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure invention.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Table of Contents

Acknowledgements

Chapter One: The Mistress of the House

Chapter Two: Some Time Alone

Chapter Three: Starting Work

Chapter Four: Appraisal Session

Chapter Five: Tied Up With Work

Chapter Six: A Job Well Done

Chapter Seven: Boxed and Cleaned

Chapter Eight: A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall

Chapter Nine: Lighting the Path

Chapter Ten: Practical Concerns

Chapter Eleven: Getting Down To It

Chapter Twelve: Cleaning the Displays

Chapter Thirteen: Storm and Betrayal

Chapter Fourteen: New Responsibilities

Chapter Fifteen: A Soothing Warmth

Chapter Sixteen: Dreaming of a Better Place

Chapter Seventeen: Vital Preparations

Chapter Eighteen: Servicing the Guests

Chapter Nineteen: Private Party

Chapter Twenty: After the Party

Chapter Twenty-One: A Winter's Night

About the Author and Artist

Acknowledgements

To Sophia. For someone that says they're not a domme, you seem pretty good at it!

Chapter One: The Mistress of the House

Hannah hauled her suitcase from the boot of the taxi before it sped off, leaving her alone on the empty country lane. She was stood next to an old gatehouse, although all the windows were bricked up, the door sealed behind a metal sheet. At least the gate was open, although a heavy chain and padlock hanging from the dark metal showed it could be locked closed. Why had she agreed to this job, out in the middle of nowhere? The money, mostly - three months cleaning work, that paid what she would normally earn in two years! Probably some old dear, unable to keep on top of the dust in the few rooms she used. But the place was miles from anywhere, even the nearest train station a long and expensive taxi ride away. She checked her phone - no reception, of course.

She started trudging up the long drive, the manor house easy to spot, set on a hill ahead of her. When fully maintained, it must have been glorious, with rolling grounds and a huge garden, but now everything was very much run down and clearly delipidated. A statue peered at her from a cocoon of greenery, a toned six-pack stomach barely visible beneath moss and vines. Her arms were getting more and more tired, her case dragging at them more with every step. But if she was going to be here for a long stay, she needed to bring clothing, as well as... entertainment, something for the lonely evenings. She was only 23, she needed something to keep her entertained and turned on! A strapping young gardener or groundskeeper to keep her company would be nice but seemed unlikely.

She passed several outbuildings - some cottages, a boathouse, a pavilion - but all looked boarded up and unused, except for the stables, that looked open and in use. She would have to explore later, but she should find the owner first.

By the time she got to the front door, up a grand staircase of its own, her arms were burning from the strain of carrying her case, sweat making her clothing stick to her body. The door was fronted with a brass face that glared at her, long tongue forming the knocker. No doorbell, or any other sign of modernity. She took a moment to compose herself, tidying her long, brown hair into a ponytail, hoping she didn't look too tired and sweaty. Then she lifted the knocker and let it drop.

A loud "thud" sounded, the door vibrating under the impact. The sounded cascaded into the house, probably echoing amongst empty rooms. She could imagine ancient things arising from their rest, shuffling up and coming to answer the door. If it was an old lady, then hopefully she had her rooms near the door, or Hannah would have to go exploring and try and find where she lived.

There was the tattle of a chain, two hard "clunks" of bolts being moved open, and then the door creaked open.

It was opened by a woman, notably taller than Hannah, and likely so even without the heeled boots she was wearing. A taut red leather skirt fell to her knees, her breasts straining against a blood-red satin top, her hair a deep, glossy black against her pale white skin. Her eyes were rimmed with dark eyeshadow, jewelry shining on her ears and around her neck, even in the gloomy light of the hallway. She looked down at Hannah without speaking.

'Uh, good morning.' This wasn't what Hannah had expected. 'I'm Hannah. I'm here for the maid position?'

'Ah, little Hannah, of course. Please, come in, follow me.'

The woman started to walk away, the place dark enough she almost vanished into the shadows, as Hannah scrabbled to catch up. Inside was a grand reception hall, the walls covered with oak panels, so dark they were almost black, the rugs underfoot a deep, crimson red. Hannah's arms started to ache again almost immediately as she hauled her case with her. As they stepped away from the door, it swung shut with a loud "crash", the sound cascading through the manor.

'Are you, um, the lady of the house?' Hannah tried to peer through some of the doors they pass, but they were moving too fast, leaving only the vague impression of furniture under dustsheets, display cabinets in far too many rooms, all looking dusty and dirty.

'Of course I am, my dear, although I prefer the term "mistress". Just myself, and this big old house. I do have a gardener and a cook as well, although it may be some time before you meet them.'

She stepped through an open archway into a strangely modern living room, at least in contrast to what Hannah had seen so far. Black leather sofas with plenty of cushions, a coffee table covered with dust and food stains, a plasma TV just as dust-covered. She sat down, gesturing at Hannah to sit as well.

'I see you are already taking in the task ahead of you, my dear.' She crossed her legs, scrutinizing Hannah with curiosity.

'So, uh, sorry, what's your name, Miss? The advert didn't say.'

Hannah looked around the place - for someone so neatly and stylishly dressed, she must live like a slob. The place was worse than a student flat!

'My name is Miss Coerator. A pleasure to meet you, Hannah.'

As Hannah sat down, she almost fell into the sofa, the cushions too soft to support her, the springs utterly shot. Miss Coerator perched on another part of it, where the structure must still be sound. 'How much of this place do you use? It's massive!'

'Well, not much really. I own most of the surrounding land and rent that out, but I only use a few chambers here. I seem to need a new maid to do each room. So, Hannah, do you have any prior experience in cleaning?'

'It, uh, sounds like you use up a lot of maids! Yes, some, I've worked at a few other places as a cleaner - at a few old people's homes, or universities in the holidays, that sort of thing.'

As the woman slid closer to her, Hannah shifted, hiding slightly behind her case.

'Yes, the poor things never seem to last long. But this is no retirement home. And you should be proud to be allowed to clean here; it is a grand old place, albeit in need of some work. But I will show you to your room, and your new uniform. I wouldn't want you to be spreading dirt all over my lovely home.' She laid a hand on Hannah's shoulder and smiled, before rising to her feet. Hannah stood as well, feeling short next to her.

'Uh, yes, Miss Coerator. Did you say "uniform"?' This scarcely looked the sort of place to have a uniform!

'Oh yes, there is a uniform. It is essential to your role, that you remember you are here to work, and not laze around as though you were a guest.' She started to walk away, Hannah having to trail along behind. This place got guests? Who would want to stay here? It was a struggle for Hannah to keep up, having to take care not to move her case over stray rubbish, or possibly out-of-place antiques.

They traveled up another grand wooden staircase, although the wood was grey from the dust atop it, a wine-red carpet bright atop the wooden tiles of the floor. Was she refurbishing the place?

'Come, Hannah, the day is wasting.'

Hannah was starting to realize why the other cleaners might have left, despite the generous pay. The place was a mess, it needed a whole team of cleaners, not just a single maid! The walls of this part were stone - maybe it was an older part of the building? Miss Coerator came to a doorway and pulled on a chain around her neck, a key emerging from her cleavage. It was a strange-looking thing, covered with spikes and spines, looking as though chains had been melted over it.

'Yes, Miss Coerator.' Hannah was trying not to pant, her arms feeling like they were about to fall off, as Miss Coerator unlocked the door and stepped inside, Hannah following behind.

Inside, rather than the dusty and dirty chamber Hannah expected, it was an extravagant room, the most luxurious she had ever seen. Was this Miss Coerator's room? There was a king-sized bed, fine sheets embossed with silver roses, the walls a soft white. A huge screen took up the wall opposite the bed, an open door showing a walk-in wardrobe filled with neatly-arranged clothing bags, all plain white or black plastic. Through a door was an en-suite bathroom, with a free-standing porcelain bath, metal taps gleaming. There was even a phone - a modern one, not an antique - on the bedside table and light jazz playing from speakers in the corners of the room.

'Welcome to your new home.'

'Is this... is this my room? It's gorgeous!' If this was the room for a cleaner, how much fancier would Miss Coerator's own room be?

'Yes, this is all yours. At least, until your employment terminates.'

Hannah moved to the wardrobe, looking with curiosity at the clothing bags - they were the sort of things used to preserve fine suits and dresses, not what she expected to see in the servant's quarters.

'Don't touch those. Now, although this is, in many respects, an old-fashioned house, I do maintain some touch with modernity. I will supply you with a tablet that can be used to track and monitor your tasks, as well as how much work you are doing. I expect to see great progress. Should you fail to do this, then your pay will be docked, or I may have to let you go. Do you understand? And the phone can only be used for internal calls - I don't want any wasted time, you understand?'

'Uh, yes, Miss Coerator. Are there any personal areas you want me to avoid?'

She strode over to the wardrobe. 'What size are you, my dear? And thank you for asking - there are two areas you would do well to stay away from. One is my personal chambers and the adjacent room - it is normally locked, so you shouldn't be able to get in anyway. The other is in the basement. It is unlocked, but if you go down there, I will be quite cross. Do please ignore any strange noises from down there - it is quite draughty, so it can often sound like a person moaning. Not ghosts, I assure you.' She gave a thin smile. 'Now, your size?'

'Uh, size 8, Miss Coerator. And I'll stay out of your bedroom and the basement.'

She flicked through the bagged-up outfits, plastic rustling. 'Hmmm... You'll have to squeeze into a size 7, I'm afraid. Now, drop your clothing, my dear, and we can get you into your new uniform.'

'Um, thanks, Miss Coerator, but I can dress myself.'

'I think I will dress you myself, Hannah. I am paying you, after all, and it is important that the uniform be worn correctly, in every particular. Now, it's 9:12, and I'm docking money for every minute you hesitate. Do as I ask, and you might just earn some money for today.'

Hannah winced, knowing it was too good to be to true. The woman was definitely odd but hopefully not too much of a pervert. She surrendered, trying to turn away as she undressed.

'Relax, Hannah. There isn't anything wrong with this. Didn't you use to change in front of the other girls at school?'

'That was a little different!' But she couldn't leave now, so Hannah pulled her jumper over her head, thankful her brown hair was in a ponytail rather than loose, then pulled her jeans off. The room wasn't warm enough to be standing around in when wearing only her underwear, and she looked away as there was the crinkle of plastic.

Miss Coerator moved up behind her, cloth brushing against her back, making Hannah shiver. 'I'm going to pull it over your head.' Hannah moved her arms appropriately, letting the outfit be pulled onto her, Miss Coerator twisting it into place. Hannah opened her eyes, looking at her new attire in the full-length she was stood opposite to.

It was a tight, black mini-dress, low-cut in front with a white frill along the bust. It was structured almost like a corset, compressing her hips, waist and stomach, and the skirt was frilled and very high, doing little to hide her butt and crotch. The thing was backless as well, exposing even more of her skin, some kind of cording tight against her back, allowing for further tightening of the corset.

'Uh, what is this, Miss Coerator? I was expecting something a little more... practical.' Although she was dressed now, the outfit was sufficiently skimpy that it did little to help with the heat, the fact that it was backless making her feel even more exposed.

'You just need to adjust, my dear. Now, let me help you with the corset.'

Hannah had never worn anything like this before, and wasn't used to the pressure it put on her body, or how exposed she was. She plucked at the skirt, trying to push it down, without much success - there simply wasn't enough fabric to push down and cover herself more! Miss Coerator wrapped something around her neck, buckling a frilled leather choker in place. Her nailed hands lightly brushed sensitive skin as they tightened the cords against Hannah's back, squeezing her body further.

'It's... very frilly, Miss Coerator.'

'You look very good, Hannah. The frills suit you. Although those shoes...' She looked down at Hannah's feet, currently shod in battered trainers. She ran a hand down Hannah's back, then stooped and untied the shoelaces, as Hannah obediently lifted her feet to allow them to be removed. From the bag were pulled a pair of high-heeled shoes, heels at least four inches, shiny and black, with straps to secure them around her ankles. They were strapped onto Hannah's feet, elevating her height, but throwing her off-balance - heels this high were something she had never worn before! And even with them on, she was still shorter than Miss Coerator and had to lean on her for support.

'Now for the cleaning equipment. Some of the chemicals used are quite harsh, and I wouldn't want your lovely hands damaged.' She spun Hannah around and gave her a push against her back, sending her staggering against the wall, having to put her arms out to support herself. As she flailed, Miss Coerator grabbed Hannah's left hand, strapping a black leather mitten in place, a heavy cuff locking around her wrist. It forced Hannah's fingers into a curved shape, like an action figure meant to hold something.

'I don't think I'll get much cleaning done like this, Miss Coerator.'

'Oh, it's very simple. They have a side where a scourer or polisher can be fitted, and the outside is made for wiping and cleaning. Or other equipment can be fitted. Now, do kindly stop complaining, and maybe we can start you with some actual work?'

Hannah shifted awkwardly, Miss Coerator's body warm against her back. Miss Coerator grabbed her other hand and forced it into another mitten, locking it in place. There was a metal d-ring on each wrist, like something else could be attached, and small clips where a padlock could go, to lock them fully into place. Then Miss Coerator took an electronic tablet, the size of a phone, and tapped it several times.

'Let us test your basic skills. This device will track your movement and how much work you do. This way.' She gave Hannah a push, sending her tottering on her heels, just about managing to stay standing. They walked down the hallway, Hannah moving by lurching forward and catching herself, Miss Coerator giving her a push every time she slowed.

'Is this really necessary, Miss Coerator?'

'Oh yes, Hannah. Now do stop complaining, or you job will become much, much harder. Open that door.'

It took Hannah several tries before she was able to get it open, her bound hands fumbling at the handle, unable to properly grab it. She pushed against it with her shoulder, almost falling through as the door opened, to reveal a room filled with dust-sheets and glass-fronted cabinets, the contents hidden behind grime. Miss Coerator gave her another shove, forcing her into the room.

'Now, I expect you to start from the top, and work down.' She gestured at a shelf, filled with bronze urns. 'Your gloves have cleaning pads built in, which can be used to buff the bronze in here. You may begin.'

Hannah staggered forward and rested against the surface for a moment, before pulling herself up onto the cabinet. The skirt was so short that Miss Coerator could see everything, but it was nice to take the weight off her ankles and calves. She started rubbing an urn with one hand, the pad doing a good job of lifting away dirt and grime, restoring the metal to some semblance of cleanliness.

She looked over her shoulder at Miss Coerator. 'Carry on. I have other work to tend to rather than watch you all day.' She rummaged in a drawer and pulled out a webcam, setting it on the table opposite. 'But it would be best for you to presume I am watching all the time. The items in here are valuable, and I would take it amiss if any of them were to be stolen or broken. I expect to see good progress, do you understand?'

'Uh, yes, Miss Coerator.'

'Good.' She turned and left, closing the door behind her. There was an unsettling metal "click", as she locked the door, sealing Hannah in.

This place was remote enough that it didn't make much difference - there was nowhere to escape to anyway, so Hannah set to work.

***

It was hard to measure time, the only light coming from a small window. Hannah had managed to clean half a dozen of the urns, but her hands were now covered in grime and dirt. She pawed at the buckles on each wrist, but the leather around her fingers was so stiff, so the things may as well be padlocked on! It was the same for the shoes - the buckles were far too small and fiddly to untie without her fingers free. By now, her arms were burning, a deep pain starting in her muscles. She tottered against the door. There was no handle on the inside, no way at all for her to escape. She glanced at the camera, the light blinking at her. Surely Miss Coerator had better things to do than watch her? But it would probably be best to look busy, just in case.

Despite the pain in her arms, she polished off another urn, before looking around the room more - everything was covered in dustsheets but looked like furniture; chests, cabinets and crates. The only thing poking out from between the sheets was a metal pole, about waist-high, topped with a strangely bulbous metal lump. It was mounted onto a metal base - although still grimy, it looked newer than most of the other things in the room.

Glad to take the strain off her knees, she started cleaning out, wiping her hands up and down the shaft, trying to ignore the feeling that it was like a giant cock getting a handjob, the enforced curve of her hands just about the right shape to buff and polish the metal, trying to ignore how exposed and bound she felt, hands locked into gloves, a camera watching her every move.

Chapter Two: Some Time Alone

Hannah got a moment of warning as there was the click of metal in the door before Miss Coerator unlocked it and stepped through. She was now wearing elbow length gloves; slick, sleek and black, the hands looking like they had been smeared with some liquid. There was a slight musk in the air that accompanied her, earthy and sweaty, a touch of color in her pale cheeks.

She moved forward, standing close to Hannah, almost touching her, then reaching past her, running a finger along one of the urns. Her finger left a smear on the metal, but at least it was a shiny one, rather then showing dust.

'A start, I suppose. You have applied yourself diligently, for today at least.'

Hannah let her arms fall, barely able to lift them again. 'Thank you, Miss Coerator.'

'Now that you are fully in my employ, then "Mistress" or "Madam" would be correct.' She took Hannah's chin in her hand, a faint smear of the liquid rubbing onto Hannah's face. Had she been working on some machinery or something? It smelled faintly like lubricant. Hannah was too tired to resist, feeling hunger starting to burn in her stomach.

'Yes, um, Madam.' "Mistress" seemed far too strange and fetishistic.

'Now, I suppose I should return you to your room. Follow.'

Hannah had little choice but to obey, trailing after the woman, arms like lead. She managed to keep on her feet and not stagger against the walls, at least, but the pressure in her calves and ankles was building again. How did people manage to wear things like this all the time? She glanced down - Miss Coerator's heels on her knee-high leather boots were smaller, her hips swaying slightly as she moved, leather skirt swishing with her steps. There was no visible panty line, so either she was going commando, or she was wearing something very skimpy underneath. For a slightly crazy lady living apparently all on her own in a big old house, she certainly dressed well!

They returned to Hannah's room, as Miss Coerator (or "Madam" - Hannah would have to remember to call her that) pulled out the heavy key from her cleavage and unlocked it again.

'While I intend to work you hard, I am not completely uncaring. As today is your first day, then you may spend the rest of it resting. I expect you to start bright and early tomorrow morning though.'

The bed looked oh-so-tempting, but Hannah managed to stay standing, at least for now. 'Thank you, Miss Coerator.' The woman's hand brushed against Hannah's bare back, making her shiver, and then pinched her, just below the frilled choker. 'I'm sorry, Madam.'

'Very good. Now, you may use the bathroom to clean up. First, strip.'

Her arms were too heavy to lift as Miss Coerator fiddled with the corset straps, some of the pressure on Hannah's body releasing itself. The dress was pulled back over her head, leaving her naked again, except for the cuffs, choker and heels. Miss Coerator - Madam - angled her to look at herself in the mirror, hands tight on Hannah's shoulders, breath and body hot and close.

'You have definite potential. I am a firm believer that the help should be both functional and attractive, and you more than qualify on both counts.' She had bent over slightly, her face next to Hannah's ear, breath soft against skin. Wrapped in the lubed-up gloves, her hands were slick, smearing the stuff onto Hannah's skin. 'I will do what I can to help you achieve your potential. And of course, you will lend your skills to the upkeep of this place.'

'Yes, Madam.'

'Food will be sent up.' She flicked the dress, wiping dust off, before returning it to the bag, the bag going in the wardrobe, which she closed and then locked. 'I would advise you to rest well. I have great plans for you, little Hannah.'

Hannah staggered forward, supporting herself against the mirror, as Miss Coerator left. The door, of course, locked behind her, leaving Hannah sealed in the room.

She was still wearing the mittens, hands bound into claws. They weren't locked on, but the clasps were tight - Hannah had to work them back and forth against a bedpost until they finally released, and she could pull her hand out. She flexed her fingers, glad to be able to move them again. Getting the other one off was far easier, now she could move her hand again! Next were the shoes, the straps and laces quickly succumbing to her plucking fingers.

How long had she been working? There were no clocks, and it was summer, so the days were long; it could be any time between "afternoon" and "evening". She sat on the bed, massaging her ankles. Those shoes were bloody uncomfortable! And she was still wearing the choker. Her hands roamed over the leather, feeling the lace frills, and the metal ring at the front, over her throat. There was a metal clasp, but there didn't seem to be any release - she would have to ask Miss Coerator to take it off later. At least it wasn't that uncomfortable.

With that done, she went to examine the bathroom. It was grand, all marble and shining metal, with a free-standing tub in the middle of the room and a cabinet filled with toiletries. She started running a bath, steaming hot water following into the tub, bubblebath added to make thick, white foam. Hopefully the choker wouldn't be marked or damaged, but at this point she needed to relax!

She slipped into the tub, letting the warm water embrace her, flowing over her limbs and soothing her. It was relaxing, the bubblebath lightly scented - even if it was hard work, if she got to relax like this, then it might be worth it! Hannah fell further into the water, wondering how food would be served - Miss Coerator had managed a cook, hadn't she? Or maybe she cooked it herself? The image of Miss Coerator dressed like a maid drifted into mind, her body wrapped in the corset and frilled dress, showing off her legs and bust. Although she probably wouldn't be as obedient! Those luscious red lips around a nice, chunky ball-gag, maybe, those proud eyes indignant, muted grumbled from her sealed mouth, angry at being silenced?

With her eyes closed, she started to fantasize, letting her fingers drift between her legs, stroking her sore thighs, lightly slipping into herself. Maybe if she were to seduce Miss Coerator, then she might get some more money, or some easier work? That would be nice! She played and teased with herself, getting close to the edge, but not going all the way. She wanted to leave it a little while, let the anticipation build. As the heat built up, she kept stroking, teasing, soft and gentle. Then she stood up, water sloughing down her body, and toweled herself off, wiping the suds away, draining the water from the tub.

Miss Coerator hadn't moved her case, still by the bed. There was a large wooden chest next to it, currently open and empty, with a heavy lock, although no key. In her case was tightly packed clothing, mostly slightly dull and plain, although with a few outfits in case she got the chance to go out clubbing. She glanced around, although there was no-one else in the room. Hidden away beneath it were some of her toys - a variety of dildos and vibrators, all the things she needed to entertain herself on the long, lonely nights. And batteries. A lot of batteries! That was what had killed her arms on the way here. At least now she had something to do.

She picked up one, and flicked it on, the end twisting around. Her arms were still sore, but she stroked it against herself, sliding the vibrating wand in and out of her slick slit. With her other hand, she played with a breast, setting a regular tempo with the dildo. She was almost there when she heard metal rattling. It must be Miss Coerator at the door! It was an effort to stop as she slid the dildo under several pillows, kicking the case shut to hide the rest of her toys.

Part of the wall opened, a metal panel clanking open to show a metal tray inside, bearing a covered-up plate. It was just like room service, although it did raise the question again as to where the food came from. Miss Coerator might be cooking herself? It seemed a lot more likely there was someone else to do it for her.

Hannah lifted up the cover to find a decent spread - fresh-cooked, by the looks of it, vegetables, some sausages, mashed potato. There was even cutlery, with handles large enough that she would be able to grab them if her hands were still bound into the mittens. Was she meant to have kept them on? She would have to put them on, and the heels again, before Miss Coerator returned in the morning. She seemed mean enough she might lock them on, and the buckles definitely had holes in where a padlock could be attached to make them impossible to remove!

Hannah finished herself off first, grabbing the dildo again, bringing herself to a quick orgasm before settling in to eat. It was good food, like pub grub, and looked to be fresh-made, rather than from a freezer or a packet, the sausages mostly meat, no gristle or fat. When she was done, she put the plate back into the dumbwaiter. The panel clicked shut, and there was a clanking sound, as the plate was returned to the kitchen. Maybe she had a butler somewhere? Or several other maids?

The door was still locked, so she turned to her case. Most of her clothing was cheap stuff, functional and not very durable. But better than being naked! Some baggy shorts and a t-shirt were good enough to lounge around and sleep in. Then she had a look through the rest of her toys - it looked like there might be a lot of lonely evenings, so she made sure to being entertainment! She'd even brought along a few unpowered devices, if she burned through all of her batteries. From the taxi ride, the nearest shop was at least five miles away, further than she wanted to walk.

Hannah looked around - where had her trainers gone? She looked under the bed, tried the door to the walk-in wardrobe (locked), checked in the bathroom, but couldn't see them. Had Miss Coerator taken them? That meant her only shoes were the heels. Hannah strapped them on, getting some more practice walking in them, trying to imitate Miss Coerator's sway, before giving up, legs and ankles protesting.

After a few more bouts with her toys, it had gotten dark outside. There were no clocks, but she felt tired from all her exercise, and so curled up on the huge bed, and swiftly fell asleep.

***

She woke with what seemed to be the dawn, golden sunlight seeping in through the window. Soreness had crept into her muscles, aftereffect of yesterday's effort. It must be quite some time before Miss Coerator came to fetch her for the day, so there was time for some pleasure. She fetched out one of her more advanced toys - a vibrator small enough to slip inside of her, but remote controlled. It buzzed and twitched at random, enough to tease her, but not (yet) enough to get her off. That could wait for later! Hannah smiled in anticipation - there was a delight, and a pleasure, in delaying release. At least for a while, anyway.

Hannah washed herself down again, sweaty from her sleep and her self-pleasure, noting that the shower controls were built for use with bound hands as well, the entire apartment designed for use with hands contorted into the mittens. Washing with the toy inside of her was nice, warm and soothing, even birdsong drifting in from somewhere outside.

After toweling herself off, she found that breakfast had arrived. More traditional country fare, a bowl of porridge, with honey and fruit, and a spoon with a large, chunky handle. It was a lot easier to eat with her fingers free!

Once that was done, she put the bowl back, the dumbwaiter clanking away. Throughout, she had been teased and buzzed, and could feel herself, loose, warm and wet, ready for something to plunge into her. Did she have time? Going through the day this excited, without a release would be a challenge! And Miss Coerator seemed the touchy type, although hopefully not touchy in a creepy way, not down there.

The TV blinked, a clock showing. It was 8:45 already! Hannah grabbed her heels and strapped them on, then the mittens. Doing the left one was easy, but then the right was harder. She slid her hand in, having to use her mouth to snap it on shut. Just in time, as the door rattled open, Miss Coerator appearing.

She was wearing very similar clothing to yesterday - red leather skirt and boots, a fine satin blouse that showed a deep cut of cleavage, a crimson choker around her neck.

'Good morning, Hannah.' Her eyes glanced at Hannah's hands and feet. 'My apologies, I forgot to release you yesterday. I have fresh ones for you today. And another tool for you. I trust you weren't overly inconvenienced?'

'No, Miss Coerator.' The woman's eyes hardened. 'I mean Mistress, sorry.'

The woman approached, running a hand down Hannah's face. 'Do follow the proper etiquette, I wouldn't want to have to punish you. Now, shall we get you dressed?'

She went to the wardrobe and unlocked it, fetching out another bag. The outfit was much the same as yesterday; another tight dress, backless, and with lacey ruffles peeking out from beneath the skirt.

Hannah endured the woman's hands as they tugged and tweaked the dress into place. Then the thing inside of her buzzed into life, and she squirmed and twisted. She didn't have the chance to pull it out before, and with the mittens back on, there's no way she could get it out now! Miss Coerator was right on top of her and must have felt or heard the movement, a hand tickling down her back, making her shiver even more.

'Not catching a chill are you, my dear? I have a lot of other tasks I wish you to perform.'

The buzzing died away, but Hannah knew that it would start again soon.

'I wouldn't want you sickening. I see that you managed to remove your panties - quite impressive, with your hands bound.' She gave Hannah a push, making her fall back so she was sitting on the bed. Then she ducked, hands against Hannah's legs, some slick material snapping and pulling against her skin, moving up her legs. Was it latex? They were pulled up around her waist, tight and smooth - latex panties, a slight pressure on her waist and crotch as they settled into place. Miss Coerator trailed a nail along them, teasing Hannah's wet pussy through the material, as the vibrator buzzed into life again, just for a moment.

'I really do hope you will concentrate on your work today, Hannah, you seem a little... distracted.' She ran her nails down Hannah's inner thigh, looking up at her with a slight smile. 'Now, stand. I have another tool for you.'

There was no choice but to obey. Hannah stepped forward, Miss Coerator moving behind her, rustling in the bag again. Then a hand grabbed her hair, yanking on it, hard. As she opened her mouth to protest, something was pushed in, a rubbery prong sliding between her lips and teeth. A strap was buckled behind her head as she grunted protests, her tongue sliding uselessly around the prong. In front of her, partially obscuring her vision, was a feather duster, attached to her gag. She shook her head, feathers flicking around on the wand of the thing.

'Very good, maid Hannah. Now you can clean even better, isn't that right?'

'Mmmmpghh!'

'Excellent. Now, time for you to begin.' Miss Coerator tapped the tablet, sliding it into a sheath on Hannah's arm. 'Follow me. It would be most undignified if I had to attach a leash to that pretty choker of yours.'

'Mppphhh!' She wouldn't do that, would she? Miss Coerator walked towards the door, Hannah following, still tottering on the heels. The toy buzzed again, Hannah's knees weakening, her gait unsteady as she followed Miss Coerator down the hallway. She didn't turn around as she spoke. 'Do try and maintain correct posture.'

What happened when the toy was out of range of the controller? Hannah had never gone walkabout with it. There was something about it in the manual, but she couldn't remember... Hopefully it would turn off. That would make sense, right?

Miss Coerator led the way to a different room from before, unlocking the door to reveal deep shelving, all filled with statues, mostly of people fucking. As they enter, she received another buzz, this one only gentle. But she could already feel the latex panties getting wet! If she was kept like this all day, then she would be dripping in a few hours.

Miss Coerator was saying something, but Hannah didn't hear it, trying not to show any expression from being pleased and teased. Miss Coerator smiled at Hannah, flicking the feather duster and forcing Hannah's head to move with it, then left. Of course, there was the loud "clunk" of the lock again, and she was sealed in. Immediately afterwards, a strong, sustained vibration almost brought her to her knees.

Chapter Three: Starting Work

As soon as Miss Coerator was gone, Hannah tried to remove the vibrator, fumbling with her mitten-wrapped hands between her legs. It was no good though - she couldn't get her fingers beneath the latex, couldn't even shift the thing to a less sensitive place. Mercifully, it went quiescent but all she could do was flail at her crotch, unable to even get herself off with her hands.

Then she started to work - the feather duster was effective, despite how degrading it was to have something shoved into her mouth. All the statues in here were erotic, perfectly chiseled bodies pleasuring each other, mingling and embracing. And with far too many crevices! She shook and wobbled her head, managing to get most of the dust off one. It wasn't not actually too bad - the room had probably been sealed for so long, that there's not been much chance for dust to penetrate.

Further back in the room were full-sized statues, the men with toned six-packs and erect cocks, the women all firm-chested, with inviting looks on their faces. The heels made her own footing dangerous - many of the statues wobbled if pushed too hard, meaning she couldn't lean on them for support, having to bend and twist with increasing discomfort. Flicking the mouth-duster over them felt intrusive, almost sexual, especially when she had to clean a cock, quickly wriggling her neck over it as though she was performing a blowjob.

Working backwards through the room, she came to a large glass case, too dirty to see the contents with any detail, beyond that it was another statue. As Hannah approached, the vibrator burst into life; a long, sustained burst, making her clench her thighs in torment - could she use the edge of the case to rub against, to get the vibrator out that way? It cut off, leaving her drenched and unfulfilled, wiping her hands against the outside of the case.

A familiar face looked back at her through the glass, although formed of bronze rather than flesh, as Miss Coerator stared back at her. The statue was naked, large breasts mesmerizing, her sex exposed. The vibrator activated in a sequence of short bursts, as Maria admired the statue, before finding a latch to open one of the panels.

After several deep breaths to steady herself, she stepped inside. The space was tight and confined, Hannah's butt squashing up against the glass panels. She fell against the hard metal, a bronze knee going between her legs, a smear appearing on the metal as it tugged on the latex panties. Why the hell did she have to use long-life batteries? If she had to hold out all day, she would be a mess by the end! In the enclosed space, she could smell herself, musky scent of desire filling the air.

'Now, how did you get in there?'

Hannah squeaked in surprise, as Miss Coerator, the real one, suddenly appeared on the other side of the glass, her face overlying strangely with the reflection of the bronze statue.

'I am quite pleased with you, my dear. Taking your job in stride like this, it really is good to see.'

Hannah spoke as best she could through the gag. 'ank ou, ist....' She trailed off as the vibrator kicked up a notch, making it impossible to finish the sentence.

'It must be quite chilly in there from the way you're squirming around.'

The vibrator fell into a steady pulsing pattern. Hannah shook her head - if Miss Coerator got closer, she was sure to smell Hannah's lust. And it was quite stifling already! Lights inside the case blinked on, raising the heat further and blinding Hannah.

'That should help, my dear. And it is a lovely statue, isn't it? I had it especially made as a centerpiece for my reception area, so do be sure to clean every part of it very thoroughly.'

The lights were starting to raise sweat on Hannah's skin. 'Is... ery... ice, istiss...' Hannah was reeling, but thankful that the gag at least blocked her mouth thoroughly, otherwise she'd be dribbling and making a mess everywhere.

'The crotch especially is a little dusty, be sure to clean it properly, my dear. You may have to bend over to reach it.'

Hannah fell against the statue, using it to support herself, glad that the metal drained some of the heat from her body. Hopefully the glass was dirty enough that Miss Coerator couldn't see how drenched her thighs were, the latex panties now overflowing. She managed to twist around and started brushing the crotch of the statue, trying to ignore Miss Coerator watching her, a shape on the other side of the glass.

She couldn't contain herself anymore as she came to a long-delayed climax, trying to keep her head moving so it looked like she was still working, hoping that Miss Coerator didn't notice. Her head went fuzzy, the world blurring away for long moments. When she regained full awareness, she could feel slightly cooler air against her face - Miss Coerator had opened the case and was looking down at her.

'I think you deserve a little treat for your work.' She reached down and there was a metallic click, something getting attached to the front of the choker, a black leash leading into Miss Coerator's hand. Hannah pulled her head back trying to dislodge it, as Miss Coerator pulled it tighter, forcing Hannah back onto her feet. She could feel sweat sticking to her body, already skimpy clothing now sticking to her body, cleavage grimy with dust, and hoped Miss Coerator hadn't noticed her orgasm. Maybe if she obeyed, she could get the mittens off and remove the vibrator? Or get back to her room and turn it off?

It started to pulse again, a soft and gentle rhythm just enough to start her going again, distracting her and making her lose track of where they were in the house. Miss Coerator walked fast, making it a struggle to keep up, the heels still punishingly high. They come to a staircase, high and steep, Miss Coerator not slowing as she started to descend. Hannah followed as best she could, desperately trying not to fall over or twist an ankle.

Miss Coerator looked back, low enough down that she must be able to see up Hannah's skirt. She flushed - please don't let Miss Coerator notice her arousal! Her thighs must be drenched by now, as the toy kicked up a notch, Hannah biting down on the gag to avoid groaning.

Another dirty, dusty hallway, and she was pulled back into the main room. She got pulled over to the sofa, Miss Coerator pushing down on her shoulders. Hannah gratefully sat down, glad to take the weight off her feet. She tried to keep her legs closed, not wanting to leave a stain on the sofa, as she sank into the overly-soft cushions.

'Now, my dear, I'll be back in a moment. Don't go anywhere!'

As soon as she was gone, Hannah tried batting at her crotch, desperate to get the vibrator out. Her fingers skipped across the latex, peeling it away slightly from her skin, but lacked the dexterity to reach through and pull it out. She whined in frustration, catching a whiff of her own scent, suddenly glad of the latex sealing her crotch away.

Footsteps sounded, and she tried to shift back into the position, hoping Miss Coerator didn't notice anything. She was holding a plastic bag and picked up the leash, giving it a yank, her voice now cold.

'Stand up.'

It was a hard instruction to follow, the couch so squishy Hannah sank into it, having to almost throw herself forward to escape.

'Bend over.'

'Muh? Nuh!' Hannah shook her head, the duster waggling. She didn't want to expose herself, especially with how drenched and horny she was!

Miss Coerator grabbed her by the neck and spun her around, a nail scraping down Hannah's neck, then down her bare back. 'Bend over.' The corset compressed more tightly around Hannah, as Miss Coerator tightened the cords. 'It won't hurt. I could make you do this when unconscious, if you'd like? Simply bend over and it'll be so much easier.'

She pulled on the leash, making the collar tighten around Hannah's neck.

'Ot ar ou ouin?!' The corset was tightened again, boning now forming her body into an hourglass, pushing her breasts further up. Her lips brushed Maria's ear and she whispered.

'Do you prefer it the hard way? Perhaps I should have left you in that display case, or have one made just for you? Consider this a reward for such a fine job.'

Her knee went between Hannah's legs, a firm hand on her back forcibly bending her over. She could see where she had been sitting on the couch, a dark smear on the leather, and hoped Miss Coerator wouldn't notice. Fingers plucked at the latex panties, tugging them down, the material pulling Hannah's knees together.

'Now, what do we have here?' Fingers probed her pussy and easily slid in, making her squeak and groan again as the vibrator was plucked out, still buzzing. Her voice was even colder now. 'Perhaps I wasn't clear enough? While you are working for me, you shouldn't be doing anything else.' A finger slid into her, then out again. 'Seeking your own pleasure is not permitted. So I will be confiscating all your toys, until you prove yourself. Quite the collection! Some of the extra functionality looks most inventive. So if you show yourself to be a good little maid, then I might permit you a little time with them. Or I might use them on you myself, if you're really good.'

'Mmmmmm!' The bitch must have found the remote and been playing with her. But one hand stayed pressed down on her neck, the other just lightly touching her pussy, lightly slipping in and out of her, keeping her in place. As she tried to push up against the hand and stand up, it slid deeper into her, making her clench around it. It forced her to stay in position, the vibrator sliding back in as well.

'Now, be a good girl. It would be such a shame if this pretty little slit were to go entirely unused.' She slid another finger in deeper, Hannah feeling the fingers penetrate her, trying not to push herself onto them, tempting though the prospect was. 'I was going to let you use one of your little toys. Perhaps the rather charming black one? The beaded parts looked quite entertaining, I imagine the effect would be rather stimulating? But...' She withdrew her fingers, wiping them on Hannah's backside. 'Your wanton behavior and seeking pleasure before duty has earned you a punishment.' She slapped her hand against Hannah's buttocks, although only lightly. 'I think ten should suffice. Although if your behavior doesn't improve, then it'll be with a cane next time. Or possibly a paddle.'

'Nuph! Op!'

Hannah's protests were ignored, as Miss Coerator spanked her nine more times. None of the blows were that hard, but Hannah could feel the shocks through her body. She had never been struck like that before, never mind hit with a cane or paddle!

By the time Miss Coerator was done, Hannah was gasping, somehow even hornier than before. She tried to stand, but the grip on her neck was too strong.

'As an incentive to good behavior, I will give you an advance.' There was the rustle of a plastic bag, and then something pushed against her butthole, spreading her open, pushing into and violating her.

'Mpppph! Op it!' The tapered shape of the thing spread her butthole open, and she couldn't stop Miss Coerator pushing it further into her. Nails dug into her neck, keeping her in position, unable to do more than impotently twist around.

'Shhh, don't worry, I'm here. One more push, my dear.'

Hannah could feel herself gaping wide before the largest part was inside her, her body swallowing the rest, lodging the cold, hard lump inside of her.

'Stay still, my dear, I'm not done just yet.'

Something padded pressed against her crotch, before metal brushed her moist thighs. Miss Coerator leant forward and kissed her on the tip of an ear, before sliding something around her waist.

'Muh? Wha tha!?'

She could feel soft padding against her wet crotch, and then there was a "click" from around her waist.

'You can stand up now, my dear. Turn and face me.' The nails vanished from Hannah's neck, and she obeyed. As she moved, she could feel the thing shoved into her move as well, pushing against her. It felt strangely familiar - her blood ran cold. Not that one, surely?

As she turned to face Miss Coerator, she saw that the woman was holding a heavy, gothic padlock, engraved with vines and leaves. She reached down to Hannah's crotch, sliding it through a hole in the metal, then snapped it shut and removed the key. This went onto the necklace, before getting tucked into her cleavage.

'Ease, oooo!'

Miss Coerator kissed her on the gag before carefully unbuckling it, tilting Hannah's head back until she had swallowed the spit that had built up. Then she picked up a battery pack, wires trailing from it into Hannah's backside. 'I wouldn't want you to be disappointed, so changed them for some nice fresh ones. This device seems to have all sorts of interesting controls though - even a shock function! All very exciting, I'm sure. It was most rude of you to bring all those toys without permission - you are here to work, not enjoy yourself.'

Hannah wriggled her jaw, trying to speak properly. 'But... I need something to do in the evening!'

'Such pleasures are forbidden, without explicit permission. Do you know what this is?'

Hannah batted her hands at the chastity belt, unable to gain any traction, as Miss Coerator laughed and kissed her on the lips. 'This, my dear, ensures that you can't touch that sweet little pussy or naughty asshole of yours again. At least, without my explicit permission.' She dug her nails into Hannah's shoulder, hard enough to draw out a hiss of pain. 'Now, tell me what your pussy feels like, my dear.'

Hannah squirmed, unable to escape. 'It's... hot, Miss Coerator. Please, don't lock it away!'

'You are here to work, not enjoy yourself. If you prove yourself a good worker, then I may give you a little bonus.' She picked up the controller for the vibrator, flicking it onto a low setting, making Hannah pant in desperation. 'I will be keeping the controllers for both of these lovely devices, as well as all your other toys. The heels and mittens suit you, so tonight you will sleep in them, but nothing else. And then tomorrow, you can start on the drawing room. When you have proven that you can be well-behaved, then I may consider your pleasure. But if your behavior should worsen, then I will lock away other parts of you. Hmmm, possibly your breasts, or maybe your mouth, or eyes?'

'Please, no! Miss Coerator, please!' Hannah sagged against the woman now, barely able to stand.

'Repeat after me, my dear: "I will be a good maid, and will go to bed in chastity, and wear my uniform with pride".'

She picked up the controller for the other device - Hannah had modified it, added several extra buttons and dials, and twisted a dial. It started to thrum inside her ass, beads twisting and twirling inside of her.

'Argh! I will be...' She groaned, barely standing. 'I will be a good... good maid, and will go to bed... in chastity, and, and, and wear my uniform... with pride.'

The device clicked off, as Miss Coerator smiled at her. 'Very good. Please remember to address me properly, and no foul language either! Such things will result in you being gagged, my dear. Such a pretty little mouth as yours shouldn't be polluted with profanity.' She kissed Hannah on the cheek, then tugged on the leash. 'Time for you to rest, my dear. Come.'

Hannah stumbled after her, lost in a daze of lust and frustration, feeling her ass shift and stretch with every step.

Chapter Four: Appraisal Session

It had been a long, uncomfortable night, with devices shoved in both her holes, occasionally sparking to life, just long enough to get her worked up, but not long enough to get her off. Hannah knew from past experience that the batteries wouldn't give anytime soon, especially if Miss Coerator had switched them for fresh ones. Hannah squirmed in the bed, feeling the sheets beneath her get wet with her sweat and other fluids, hoping that Miss Coerator didn't figure out any of the custom controls for the thing shoved into her butt. It had taken a lot of work to customize, but she'd never expected it to be pushed into her and made impossible to remove!

Throughout the night, she had tried to touch herself, but the leather mittens uselessly brushed against the chastity belt, unable to do more than shift the metal slightly. She could feel her pulsing, drenched cunt, so close, but so far away, locked behind the metal, impossible to touch.

There was the piercing, screeching whine of an alarm, coming from speakers hidden somewhere in the room. Hannah curled up under the sheets, drenched in the scent of her lust, trying to cover her ears with her hands. The relentless assault on her ears continued, as she slowly roused herself, standing up, wobbling for a moment in the heels still strapped onto her feet. The TV was showing a time: 06:02 AM.

The lock on the door clicked, door swinging open. Hannah tried to make herself look vaguely presentable, smoothing down her hair as best she could with her mittened hands as Miss Coerator enters. She had changed since yesterday - today she was wearing sleek leather trousers, brilliant red, and a tight red t-shirt that emphasized her breasts.

'Good morning, my dear. You look lovely, although a little tired. Did you not sleep well? I'm sure I can find somewhere else to put you if this bed isn't to your liking.'

'Good morning, Miss Coerator.'

She reached out and pinched Hannah's cheek, before her hand moved up, playing with Hannah's hair. 'Proper address, if you please. So, how did you sleep?'

There's no escape, at least that won't invite immediate retribution, so Hannah endured the stroking and petting. 'Sorry, Madam. Not well. I'm not used to being quite so... full.'

'Well, they are your toys, my dear. I thought you would appreciate having some of them back.' She adjusted the frilled choker-collar, fingers flicking the central ring where the leash attaches. 'There's no need pouting over the belt, it's simply to keep you from being distracted. If you're a good girl today and complete your work, then I'll give you a treat.' She looked over Hannah's shoulder at the bed, and Hannah blushed as she realized the wet spot was clearly visible, an incriminating darkness on the sheets. Miss Coerator smiled at her. 'Now, my dear, I have some work for you to do. Turn around, and please don't make this difficult.' She pulled some items from her bag.

There was no choice but to obey, so Hannah turned around and faced the door, wincing as Miss Coerator's hands continued to brush and tidy her hair. 'Good girl. See, it's not so hard, is it? Now, your dress first. It's going to be messy work today, so I haven't had it cleaned'

The dress was pulled over her head, latex and corsetry immediately compressing her body, making her feel more constrained already. It was better than being naked, but not by much! Then something snapped onto the back of the collar, before Miss Coerator took Hannah's right wrist and buckled a leather bracelet around it, then did the same with the left wrist. When she tried to move them, she found her motion restricted, leather straps running from the back of her neck to each wrist. Miss Coerator kissed Hannah on the back of the neck with surprising gentleness, before unlocking the mittens, putting them into her bag.

'Collar cuffs, my dear. To keep your hands out of the way and ensure you don't do anything... naughty. But they are less crippling than the mittens.' She moved in front of Hannah, smiling softly at her, the leash in hand. 'Now, whenever you see this leash, I want you to tilt your head back and offer your pretty choker to me, do you understand? It means I'm being kind enough to take you somewhere.'

Hannah looked at the door, realizing she couldn't make a dash for it without getting caught, especially not in the heels. So she tilted her head back and offered herself to Miss Coerator, who happily accepted. She clipped the leash into place, then squeezed one of Hannah's nipples. Hannah managed to avoid making any sound, not wanting to attract further pain.

'Now, the day has started, and I'm not paying you to stand around, no matter how pretty you may be, my dear. Come with me.' A tug on the leash forced movement and they left, Hannah staggering slightly. 'I do hope you will get better with the heels soon. They are only small compared to some I may make you wear, if there should ever be guests.'

Hannah felt as though she was "falling forward" rather than "walking", lurching forward in uneven fits and starts, feeling clunky and ungainly next to Miss Coerator's smooth strides. 'Please, Madam, I think these are high enough already! I don't think I would work well in anything higher.'

'Nonsense, my dear. It will help in reaching shelves and suchlike. Now, this way.'

There was no way for Hannah to resist as she was pulled through the halls, the toys at least passive within her for the moment, but still there, threatening her, her body ripe with the scent of denied desire.

Miss Coerator led Hannah towards a large wooden door, opening it to reveal a large and surprisingly modern room, with two large couches arranged in front of another massive flat-screen TV, above an old-fashioned fireplace. There were bright red rugs woven into geometric patterns on the floor, with large windows giving views over the surrounding countryside. 'This is the drawing room, I use it when I have guests. But this part is clean. Come though here.'

She pulled Hannah towards a set of double doors and plucked a key from her cleavage, unlocking the doors before pushing them open. Hannah's heart sank as she saw through. The room was just as large as the drawing room but done out in aqua-blue rather than blood-red, and dominated by a water-filled fishtank, forming a central pillar. The glass was dusted and grimy, the windows to the outside world equally dirty, the sofas facing the tank also coated in grey dust.

'This is your task for today.'

Even with her hands free, this wouldn't be a quick task! The place was coated in dust and dirt, every surface tainted dark and grey under the stuff. And getting that tank clean would take a lot of wiping - Miss Coerator didn't expect her to do that with her mouth, does she?

'Now, this is a big room, and I don't expect it to be quick. But I do expect it to be thorough. Now let me get you set up for your tasks, my dear.' She pulled on the leash, moving over to a mini-bar, bottles of booze still dimly visible through the grimy front of a turned-off fridge. On top was a black briefcase, the polished leather standing out from the otherwise omnipresent dirt. She slid combination wheels and it clicked open, letting her withdraw a gag - this one was a black leather panel, with a large transparent sphere on the inside and a cock-shaped prong on the other side.

'This is a rather special gag, something of a custom piece, only just completed.' Hannah closed her mouth protectively, shaking her head as Miss Coerator explained. 'This ball goes in your little mouth, and you squeeze it with your teeth.' She squeezed it and a spurt of liquid shot out, splattering against the bar. 'Now, the ball is quite large, so you will need to open your jaw very wide.'

'Mmmmmppphhh.' Hannah shook her head, keeping her mouth tightly closed.

Miss Coerator sighed and reached into the case again, pulling out the controller for the dildo still buried in Hannah's ass. 'I would recommend, my dear, that you cooperate.' She twisted a dial, the dildo buzzing to life. 'It appears to have a rather extensive range of settings to play with.'

'Nuuuuppphhhh!' Hannah tensed her backside, trying to force the thing out, something that would be impossible even without the chastity belt, hoping that Miss Coerator hadn't discovered all the custom settings.

'The batteries are long-life, so I imagine can last quite some time. And I was studying the controller last night and realized that some of the buttons has been added. I wonder what they do? Perhaps you could tell me?'

A nail tapped a button on the top of the controller, and Hannah could feel the device inside her shift, twisting around more, trying to drill deeper in. She shook her head again, her hair flicking around as Miss Coerator pushed the ball against her lips.

'I wonder what that did? It certainly seems to have had an effect.'

About the Author and Artist

Melissa DuVant writes a variety of BDSM-inspired stories, such as Digital Slave and is one of the co-writers of the St Michael's University setting. When not writing, she is generally planning RPG campaigns, reading or cooking.

 

The cover was created by Formant. He is a web artist, specializing in the harsher side of fetish and kink.