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The Maid Cage Club - Welcome to the Club
(Melissa DuVant)
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Maid Cage Club - Welcome to the Club Melissa DuVant Copyright © Melissa DuVant The right of Melissa DuVant to be identified as the
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invention. Table of Contents Chapter Two: Baptism of Service Chapter Four: A Not So Restful Night Chapter Five: Required Inspection The Young Miss and Her Maid Preview Chapter: Gradings are Received I finally got around to writing this! Lots of maids here, I hope you enjoy it! In the dull light of early evening, the place looked shit - an old, mostly empty strip mall, carpark mostly empty except for garbage and weeds, windows boarded up or whitewashed, the only places open a sex shop and some fast food joints. Sally drifted past the sex shop window - a vast array of vibrators, dildos, leather harnesses on display dummies, shining latex and skimpy lace. Some of it looked good, but was expensive, and it wasn't like she had anyone to wear it for! Or even a webcam and laptop to stream herself in it, not after the last incident and having to leave them behind in a hurry. She checked her watch, starting to move faster - she was supposed to start her shift soon! Novelty waitressing and hostess work wasn't exactly the best, but at least it paid. Although at a place like this, finding a café that wasn't a grungy diner seemed odd - the advert had said it was "stylish and elegant", and the payment had been good, but there was nothing here! And it had suggested at various other "activities" as well, which could cover a lot of different things. She circled around the building until she finally found a way inside that wasn't boarded up, heading into the mall itself. Inside wasn't much better, although someone was still watering the plants, and there was less garbage drifting around. There was a map, but from the list of stores, it hadn't been updated for years - she could see that everything looked shut, and very permanently so. The place was basically a single long passage, shops on either side, with a circular food court at the end, where the anchor stores had once been. She quickened her pace, trainers shuffling along, heading for the food court. Here there were signs of life, or, more importantly, business - tables had been set out, low sunlight trickling through the glass roof. Classical music was coming through the speakers - tinny, but still better than muzak! Several presumably-customers were sat at a circular table, chatting amongst themselves as a figure served them drinks. Sally stared - the waitress was wearing an old-fashioned maid's outfit, with a long, black dress falling to her ankles, white apron around her waist, a frilled cap on her head. She put the last of the drinks down, turning to one of the customers and saying something, everyone laughing. She stepped back and curtseyed, as another maid appeared, stepping out from the only un-boarded door. This one was wearing a much shorter skirt, the lace frills on her knee-high stockings visible, trays of cake in her hands. She moved forward, serving the food. Well, that explained why the place was still open. People were willing to pay for a novelty experience, and rent was probably dirt-cheap. It looked as though the 'café' had taken over one of the anchor stores, so must have huge amounts of space inside, even if it was probably mostly empty. Sally shivered, not liking the thought of being trapped alone in a dark, empty space. She approached the group, the maids breezily chatting with the customers, until the one in the long dress noticed her. Next to her old-world elegance, Sally couldn't help but feel slightly shabby, in battered jeans and a t-shirt, although she was proud of her body. The woman had an austere, slightly chill beauty, the sort that would have inspired floppy-shirted poets to lengthy poems about suicide, wishing for a single kiss from her lips, that sort of thing. She looked at Sally curiously, before the one in the shorter skirt spoke. 'Stop staring, Eve, you'll scare her off!' She was sat on the table, skirt short enough to draw the eye to her plump thighs. 'You must be the new girl? I'll show you inside, the place is a bit of a maze. We'll need to get you sorted for a uniform as well.' She approached Sally, plucking at her t-shirt, pulling it tight. 'Reckon we should have something about the right size, although we normally wait until you've finished the trial period before getting something properly customized. I'm Andrea, if you'd like to follow me? And ignore these reprobates - they like to talk big, but they're all mouth!' She smiled at the customers, one of whom leered at her, until the other woman - Eve - glared back. 'See? Eve has them well whipped.' She flicked a wrist, making the appropriate noise. 'Anyway, it's not long 'till shift change, so let's get you sorted.' She walked away, her gait seeming odd until Sally realized she was rolling her hips, making her backside wriggle around, the customers watching in approval. But they were throwing together quite a large tip and had been polite - compared to a titty bar, it seemed far more civilized. Eve decorously, but swiftly, grabbed the money and made it vanish into her apron. Sally followed inside through the entrance, where another maid started to curtsey, before seeing who it was, aborting her action. It was hard to see, the place dark, but it must once have been a large retail space, now awkwardly re-used as somewhere to eat and drink. Most of the space was hidden from view, plastic boards erected and covered with frilled netting to make it look less, well, crap, but making the thing seem like a maid café from an anime school festival. There was a bar, currently serving food, although she could see rows of bottles as well. Other staff, all dressed as maids, were bustling about, a flurry of black skirts and white frills, although the styles varied from 'traditional maid' in full length skirts, to 'goth' style with heavy corsets and lots of lace, to the more fetish-inspired, with short skirts and tight tops, bits of shiny latex or leather. She'd rather have something more concealing, but the customers all seemed well-behaved, and a few of the maids were even playing with the customers, simple card games or stacking items up until they fell over to show the loser. She was led to a staff door in one corner, behind which was the inevitable bare concrete passageway, only lit by cheap neon bulbs, the green light of a fire escape light at the far end. 'I'd introduce you to the manager, but it's month's end and she's not in the best of moods at the moment!' They walked passed a door labelled with 'Manager', from behind which loud rock music could be heard, along with a burst of profanity. 'She's normally pretty chill, just not when she has to do the accounts. Or if she ever has to talk about zoning restrictions. Anyway, in here.' They stepped into something that must have been a stock room, now converted into a combination of changing room, locker room and wardrobe - one wall had seats in front of well-lit mirrors for applying makeup, bags and clothing hanging from pegs, a PC in one corner, and most of the space was taken up by row upon row of hangers, a massive diversity of outfits. 'So, what look do you want? You've got the build to pull off most types. I can't really do the whole "long, sleek and elegant" look, makes me look like a dumpy teapot.' She wriggled, drawing attention to her ample breasts and hips. 'But it's nice to show these off.' Sally started pulling through the racks - they weren't particularly sorted, switching at random between 'severe', 'demure', 'barely there', 'mundane' and 'blatant fetish bait'. She pulled out one, gleaming latex, pulling at the material, feeling it stretch. 'Might be a bit bold for your first night out. I guess you've got the build for it, though. Unless it's made just for me, I get muffintops everywhere! Some guys like them, but makes me feel all splodgy and squishy. Now, how about this one?' She reached past Sally, pulling out another outfit, holding it up against her. 'Let me get your measurements, just in case you do stick around for a while.' Sally checked the dress - the skirt fell to just above her knees, a lot longer than Andrea's, but not as long and binding as Eve's. If she was going to be on her feet all night, something easy to move in would be good. She stripped, throwing her own, far tattier, clothing into the locker Andrea indicated Andrea got out a tape measure, pressing herself against Sally, breasts warm and heavy, scent of vanilla in the air. She was quick, noting the numbers down. 'You really should dress to show off a bit more, you know. You've got the figure for clothing a lot nicer than this.' She picked up Sally's jeans with disdain. 'Something a bit tighter at least!' 'It'd be nice, but I've not got much money.' 'Ah, that. Don't worry about that, at least if you're careful here, you can earn quite well. Just make sure not to be too popular, that can get uncomfortable fast!' She pulled the dress onto Sally, zipping up the back. It was a little tighter at the bust than she liked, with a gap between the neck-band and the frilled bodice that drew attention to her breasts, but it was a good fit for a random pick. Hopefully there wouldn't be too much AC, as the back dropped low. 'These as well.' She was handed some frilled knee-socks, the tops frilled and fluffed, drawing them up onto her legs. 'They seem old fashioned, but they look really good!' Andrea brushed Sally's hands away, drawing them up to the proper height, then drawing a ribbon through the lace, tying them into place. 'They will drop over the night - if you want to go for the slightly tousled look, some people let them, but I prefer to look a bit smarter and keep them nice and even. Do you want to do anything with your hair?' Sally looked at herself in one of the mirrors - it wasn't too bad, but could probably do with a brush, at the least. She sat down, Andrea hovering around, offering suggestions. 'You could go for twintails? Or tie it back. I'm jealous of Eve, she has that glorious long ponytail, but I can't get mine anywhere near that long!' She gestured at her own blonde curls, somehow shining even in the crappy electric light. There was a huge amount of cosmetics and everything required to use them - brushes, tweezers, scissors, and all decent quality. Sally took a moment to fix her makeup (just some lipstick and mascara, nothing too fancy), then tied her hair back, the simple approach seeming to fit with what was needed to be a maid. She shook her head, feeling the strands brush the bare top of her back. Sally squealed in delight. 'You look great! Now, on the evening shift, people use tokens rather than money. Makes things easier, and people tend to spend more if they don't quite realize how much they're spending.' She reached into her apron, pulling out a circular disk, looking like a chip from a casino, except made from dull steel, embossed with a swirling pattern. 'They're labelled and colored - coppers are one, this is a ten, gold is one hundred, there's clear ones for a thousand but those are rare. We like to offer them in games and competitions as well. You can cash them in - each is worth about two dollars, so can make pretty good tips. Just be careful about shoving them between your breasts, they might fall out! Oh, and any breakages or damage you have to pay for, so try to avoid getting your outfit too dirty.' She ducked low, hands around Sally's waist, as she tied an apron into place. 'It's got a pocket on, so you can throw things in there, but the fabric's a bit thin.' A chime rang. 'Shit, time to start. Oh, crap - you need some shoes, you can't go out in those! Um, these should do.' A pair of low-heeled mary-janes was thrown at her, close enough to her own size. 'Let's go.' She was dragged back into the main room again. The other staff were all lining up by the entrance, the stage now lit up, all the customers temporarily ejected. She lined up with the others, standing there awkwardly. Sally whispered at her. 'Look sharp, here comes the floor boss!' A young woman walked onto the stage - she was slender and petite, every curve clearly visible in the bunnygirl outfit she was wearing, sleek black leotard, fishnet stockings, a white bob of a tail flashing into view above her ass, long ears waggling with every step. In front of the ears was a gleaming black military cap of some kind, accentuated by the crop she had in one hand. She walked in front of the maids, heels clicking on the floor, like a general inspecting her troops, followed by two other women. Her aides were dressed as fetish nurses; one in white, the other black, tight latex mini-dresses clinging to their bodies, faces half-hidden behind medical masks. 'Good evening ladies!' She shouted like a drill sergeant, the words crisp and commanding. 'Good evening, Madame Announcer!' The maids chorused back, Sally joining in, a little behind everyone else. 'The boss is doing accounts, so leave her alone unless you want to get thrown in the hole. Tonight, we're introducing a few new penalty games. We've got...' she produced a clipboard, 'shock-blox, try not to blow the batteries this time, lucky strike, and a few of you need to work the holes.' She walked down the line, inspecting the uniforms, tutting and pulling on stray threads, tugging aprons into place, unbuttoning dresses to show a little more cleavage. She stopped in front of Sally, looking up at her, shorter even in her heels. 'Ah, the new girl. I'm sure the others will show you the ropes, but with your background, you should fit right in.' She inspected Sally, running her hands down her body, checking the fit of the uniform. 'Not bad. If you pass the induction, then we'll get you something a bit more custom. Any questions, ask Andrea, and try not to make a mess. We'll introduce you to the patrons tonight - we're expecting a decent crowd. I'm sure they'll enjoy you.' A bell rang, some of the tension dissipating, the bunnygirl clapping. 'Positions, everyone! You, new girl - when I call for you, come up on stage.' Everyone moved into a single line - there were about a dozen on shift, from a fetish-y latex maid with her entire body sheathed in shining black except for bands of flesh at thigh and shoulder, to mini-skirted maids like Andrea, to those in white and black frills that were less overtly kinky. The customers started to file in, individuals and groups, inspecting the maids. Most seemed to know the staff, chatting briefly before picking a server, who escorted them to their seats, taking their orders. Sally was amongst the last to be picked, selected by a couple, young and professional-looking, clearly out on a date night, although both seemed to be eying her up as well. She curtseyed, trying to look gracious, walking them to an empty table, pulling out the chairs for them both. 'Good evening. Would Madam and Monsieur care to order?' She curtseyed again, hoping that excessive politeness could make up for having no idea what to do. The woman eyed her up. 'I wouldn't mind a taste of you!' The man lightly slapped her shoulder. 'Behave! She's new, at least wait until she's been introduced properly. Some wine, and the starter for two, please.' Sally went to the bar, bringing them back their food and drink - behind the bar she could see more workers chopping up and cooking food, those in the kitchen dressed more normally. A few of the other maids were playing games - the one in latex had a heavy and metallic contraption around her neck, and was playing something that looked like Jenga, trying to slide a block from a stack. She twitched suddenly, the blocks cascading to the floor as she jerked. Then the lights went out, darkness for a moment before a spotlight came on, illuminating the bunnygirl on stage. 'Good evening, ladies, gentleman and honored others! Welcome to our honorable establishment! I'm sure you will all be keen to enjoy the sweet, wholesome hospitality of our lovely servers, but before then, I hope you will join me in greeting a new member of staff.' She made a play of looking, one hand shading her eyes as Sally moved to the front, standing on stage, feeling exposed. Something else was on the stage, a large bulky object covered beneath a white sheet, the two nurses stood in the wings. The one in black looked at her and winked, the expression eerie when most of her face was hidden behind the mask. The bunnygirl waved the clipboard at her, almost hitting her, making her step back until she was stood in front of the cloth-covered thing, the nurses stepping onto the stage, Black close by, White somewhere out of sight. 'Now, I'm sure you're all aware of the process. We apply the most exacting standards to our staff, probing them utterly thoroughly, to make sure they are nothing but the finest morsels!' Her wording made Sally slightly nervous. 'And so, before they begin fully working, our highly skilled medical team needs to give them a full examination!' Black stepped in and shoved her backwards, towards the cloth-covered thing. She fell backwards, landing on a seat, hard padding impacting on her butt. Latex-wrapped hands grabbed her wrists, cuffs snapping tight around them, the same with her ankles. She twisted and shifted in place, the padded bands too tight to shift. She opened her mouth to try and object, as something cold and metallic was pushed between her lips. There was a ratcheting noise, and she felt her jaw get forced open, unable to speak, just waggle her tongue around. If they were going to be rough, a little warning would have been nice! White appeared, fabric scissors in hand, as the bunnygirl continued to commentate. 'We get through more outfits this way! But it's all in a good cause, right folks?' They cheered and clapped, as Sally felt the scissors slice through her clothing, the maid's outfit sliced into bits, getting pulled off. Now all she was wearing was her underwear and her stockings. A projector screen turned on, image cast onto a large sheet on the high ceiling, allowing her to see herself - the thing in her mouth was a dental gag, designed to force a mouth open for a dentist to work, now keeping her lips jammed open, her tongue impotently waggling. Her shoes were removed, Black running a hand over her bare soles, making her shiver and twitch. 'Sensitive feet, folks! You might want to be noting that down, in case you ever get the chance to punish her, and need to know how to make your strokes count.' The bunnygirl moved behind her, vanishing from sight as Sally flicked her head around, until a thick leather band strapped itself over her forehead, eliminating even that movement. White pulled her stockings down, leaving them bundled untidily just above the ankle cuffs, Black continuing to tickle Sally's feet, making her twitch and jerk, trying to brush the nurse off without effect. White wheeled in a medical cart, covered with sex toys and unpleasant looking implements - spiked wheels, candles, stun guns, needles and other things she didn't recognize. Black stood close to her head, whispering through the mask. 'Shhh. Just relax and enjoy.' Sally continued to writhe, trying to break the cuffs pinning her in place, without success. Getting publicly fucked wasn't her idea of a good time! The scissors flashed, snipping through her bra, which was pulled off and discarded, and then the black-wrapped fingers began to knead her breasts. Something clicked inside the chair, and her legs were spread wide, White standing between them, squirting lube onto her fingers. She began to play with Sally, fingers slowly caressing her outer folds, making her squirm in embarrassment and pleasure - from up here, the audience were barely visible except as vague shadows, while she was in the spotlight. Sally felt herself respond, watching her face on the screen as she tried not so show too much pleasure, unable to close her legs, Black continuing to stroke her breasts and stomach, kneading and teasing her flesh. All she could do was make strangled grunts, trying to signal annoyance, but White's fingers were talented, especially when they started pushing into her. 'You see? For now, at least, you are simply here to be pleasured.' Black stopped kneading her breasts, pushing dry-slick fingers into her mouth, stretching them wide to feel the space within, before feeling Sally's tongue, sticking into her throat until she gagged. This was repeated several times, probing a little further each time. 'Impressive. Some training needed, but that will come with time.' Sally was close to coming, fingers pumping in and out of her as her mouth was cleared, the spit being wiped onto her stomach, leaving her feeling dirty. She twisted as much as she could, chasing the pleasure, as the fingers were pulled out, leaving her empty and unsatisfied. She whined, complaining as much as she could through the gag - if she was going to be used, at least let her get off! Then the chair shifted, tilting backwards, her legs spreading even wider. She realized what was going to happen as Black slapped her exposed twat, before a lubed-up finger was shoved into Sally's asshole. Her entire body tensed, straining against the intruder without success, the digit squirming inside her. It was pulled back and she sagged back, before feeling two push into her! She growled through the gag, White giving her a warning look before pinching a nipple, scribbling something into a notebook. Anal at least deserved a warning, surely! White showed the notebook to the bunnygirl, who resumed commenting. 'Looks like you're in for a treat! She's not got much of a gag reflex, for those of you with larger endowments, and her breasts are entirely natural. She seems a little less fond of those taking the back passage, but someone else has previously taken the time to break that in a little. And she's quick to loosen up, for those without much patience or that can only afford a little time!' There was no need to be rude! And it was better to get wet fast than having to shove some dude off her because he couldn't be bothered with foreplay and wanted to go in dry! Of course, her protests were mumbled garbage, tongue flicking around until White grabbed it, squeezing it, the taste of Sally's pussy still on her fingers. Sally tried clenching her asshole, hoping to make Black pump and grind a little harder, but was disappointed when the fingers were removed. Come on, let her have something, other than being publicly exposed! 'And now, the moment you've all been waiting for, the first bidding!' Sally squeaked. The what now? 'Who wishes to be the first to claim this young maid's holes? Well, the first here, at least, as she appears to have broken herself in. Now, her tight little butthole first - do I have twenty? Twenty, from the strapping young gent at the front. Twenty-five, for the Sir in the 80's tie - that's probably older than she is!' She was being bid on? Was this what Andrea had meant by it being easy to earn money? The bidding was ramping up flatteringly high, slowing at about two hundred, stopping at two hundred and forty. Well, she'd done worse, for less! The chair tilted further back, her view dropping until all she could see was the ceiling, motes of dust sparkling in the projector beam. Hands spread her buttocks wide, a cock thrusting into her asshole. She wished she could pivot her hips, trying to make it more pleasurable for herself as bidding on her mouth and pussy was done. The bastard pounding her ass didn't have much stamina, cumming inside her before withdrawing. She whined, denied an orgasm again. The chair pivoted upwards, allowing her to see again, as the young couple stepped onto the stage, hand-in-hand. They kissed, the woman groping the man, before unzipping his flies, kissing his cock. Then the woman moved around, mounting Sally's face, the chair having enough support for her to position herself there. She'd never eaten a girl out before! She tried to waggle her tongue, running it along the woman's thighs, then slipping into her, taste slightly bitter. With the woman straddling her face, she couldn't see, but the man's cock seemed a decent size, thrusting into her, actually managing to make her cum, shortly before his seed burst into her, hot and wet. She was still running her tongue around inside the woman, feeling hands grab her hair. Metal prongs poked her belly, and then searing electrical fire ran into her, making her lose control, spasming in pain this time. The woman's thighs blocked most of her hearing, but the searing agony flared again, and she desperately flapped her tongue, trying to get the woman off before she was punished again. She'd never done this before, what was she meant to do? It took several more flares of pain before she managed to succeed, feeling the woman's walls tense, juices flowing before she dismounted, looking disappointed. 'Well, ladies, looks like this one might be a loss to you! Or you could take her for some special training, put that tongue of hers to good use and train her up!' She patted Sally on the head. Sally growled - being fucked wasn't too bad, but she didn't like being treated as meat. 'Feisty! Or just doesn't like eating women out. Either way, time for some free-range testing.' The manacles released her, but before she could stand, both nurses grabbed her, pulling her up and binding her arms behind back, wrapping a heavy collar around her neck. 'She's an all-you-can-fuck buffet for the night! Remember, please rate your appreciation of this lovely lady's orifices on our handy app!' A rating appeared on the screen, as one of the first three gave her a rating - 4.5 stars. 'Someone's a fan!' A leash was attached and she was tugged forward, mouth still open, spit trickling out, falling onto her breasts, sticky and wet. She was pulled towards the tables, now able to see the other guests, their eyes predatory, trousers tenting and bulging. Black whispered to her again. 'Bit more public than you're used to, but I'm sure you'll manage. At least this isn't being streamed.' A hand slapped her on the ass, making her squeal again. Andrea was mounted on top of one of the guests, rocking back and forth, a determined smile on her face as she ground her breasts into her face. Hands grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees before a hand covered her eyes. A cock thrust into her mouth, Black whispering again. 'Do well - you want a nice high rating.' With the metal forcing her mouth open, it was hard to give a proper blowjob, and one of the nurses was keeping a tight grip on her head, forcing it backwards and forwards, even though she'd rather set her own rhythm. Pain suddenly sparked through her neck. 'You've got targets to hit - get him off fast, or the zaps get stronger.' She ran her tongue up and down the shaft, glad they were at least washed and clean, until it twitched, shooting its load. She swallowed on instinct, hearing the cheers as she did so, getting murmured praise. She was pushed onto her stomach, a chair supporting her, hands grasping her waist as she was fucked in the ass again, even as another cock was thrust into her mouth. She could hear other people getting fucked around her, but it was impossible to see more than a crotch thrusting into her face. At some point the gag slipped off, allowing her to properly suck off those jamming their dicks into her mouth, using her lips and cheeks, sucking tightly, jizz splattering her face, even as she was fucked in both holes from behind. Eventually, another bell rang, and she was left, slicked with cum and sweat, slowly coming back to herself. She rolled to one side, falling to the floor, slowly standing, hands still bound. Andrea approached, her uniform mussed from being groped, her breasts glazed with cum, as she took the leash, pulling Sally back towards the changing rooms. 'Looks like you did well.' She pointed at the screen, displaying what she had earned - the number "3128" was flashing in golden text, along with 4-and-a-bit stars. 'Looks like you're pretty good at blowjobs, those seemed popular. But we should wash you off, before the cum soaks into your hair. And you're terrible at eating pussy, you really should work on that.' Sally was still dazed, her jaw stretched and sore, trying to react properly, as Sally led her into an open shower, turning a tap and steaming hot water spilling out, carefully washing the cum off, cleaning her hair for her, warm and comforting and close. 'You had a good first night, but you need to be careful not to get too popular. You can opt out of anything you don't want to do, but if you don't make enough to hit targets, you're out. The stuff that pays the most is the kinky shit, but that's just tiring, so I try and leave that to the specialists. If you're into that, fine, but it can be a problem, especially if people keep bugging you about it, or if you get a reputation for something. I'd recommend trying to work on a few people, get some regular patrons, and make sure to always keep something in the bank, so you can take time off and pay for bed and board. Oh, and you need to pay for anything you spill or any damage to your outfits - the first one's a freebie, but after that, it's on you.' It was hard for Sally to speak, jaw still sore, mumbling a question. 'How you get payment? You can cash out when you want. But unless you need it, leave it here for a bit. You're going to need some nice outfits, more than just one, at least. And you might want some food and a drink before second shift starts.' Sally took a deep breath. 'Second shift?' 'Eight 'till midnight. It's your first night, so you need to be shown off! Maybe decide an aesthetic? You seemed to like getting fucked senseless, so I'm guessing sub? And you've got the ass and legs for a mini-skirt. Or you can let the crowd decide, earn some money that way, but you'll probably end up in something you hate, they like to do that.' Sally sighed, trying to regain her energy, pussy, asshole and mouth still sore, as Andrea toweled her dry. It seemed fun, but she really should have read the job description properly! Chapter Two: Baptism of Service 'Right, so you need to work out what style you're going for.' Andrea finished toweling off Sally, who was still a little dazed. 'Unless you want to go back out there naked, which is probably a bad idea.' She walked over to rack of outfits, flicking through them. 'Could go miniskirt, bikini, the long trad skirt - some guys like to pull it up - lacey, see-though, any thoughts? Oh, there's boxes of bras and panties as well, we get through a lot of those. You want anything special, you'll have to order it, but normal stuff should be fine.' Sally walked over, having a look through herself. A lot were clearly the wrong size for her, or far too skimpy given the AC was turned high now, cool air blowing over her body. There were even outfits that were like evening gowns, but with petticoats and ruffs to make them appear appropriately 'Maid-like'. Andrea shook her head. 'You'll get torn apart, anyone all fancy and elegant they love to drag down. And you've already been pounded once, you up for that again?' 'No, thanks.' She'd be sore down there for a while, her holes feeling the aftereffects of the gangbang. 'Yeah, maybe something to show off you a bit more, rather than just as someone to be fucked. What about this?' She held up a short, frilled skirt dress, low-cut at the front. It would show her ass off pretty much constantly, and practically invited groping and slapping. Andrea caught her expression, as Sally flicked through the other outfits. She pulled one out - glossy and black, the latex slightly tacky to the touch. It had a corset built in that would shape her waist and breasts, long gloves to cover the arms and hands, a skirt long enough that it at least fell to knee-level. 'Latex? Well, you've got the figure for it. Worn it before?' 'Once or twice.' 'Huh, I'll get Velvet. She's the resident latex queen, not really my thing, I don't know how to prep it and look after it. She's a bit prickly, so be nice to her.' 'Otherwise she'll drag me off to the dungeon?' Sally laughed, trying to make it a joke. 'Probably not, she's not that mean. Just can be a bit abrasive sometimes. And she likes it rough, working up the crowd and then letting a few of them drag her away for a "personal session". So she might not drag you into the dungeon, but her boys might, if you want. And your earnings are good enough at the moment that you don't have to, so maybe start lighter? You into that sort of thing? I don't mind the occasional spanking, but all that stuff with whips and chains, not really my thing. Although I have used the isolation pods once or twice, when I can't sleep. Nice and calm, at least until someone turns the bloody electricity on, that woke me up pretty fast! Give me a sec, I'll get Velvet.' She left, still wearing the same miniskirt and stockings as before, hips and butt waggling, leaving Sally alone. Along with the clothing, there was also talc - she applied it over her body, before starting to pull the outfit on. Even with corset loosened as far as it would go, it was tight, having to be tugged on bit-by-bit, hugging her tight, squeezing and compressing her flesh. But it was slightly comforting as well, a reassuring tightness around her body. But it was taking ages, and she had no idea how the built-in gloves would work - were they first, or did they have to be done last? She was interrupted by Andrea's return, along with a latex-clad maid. There were a few stains visible on the shiny black of her dress, and a chunky collar around her neck. Her skin was entirely covered except for her face, and thin strips of pale flesh between her skirt and latex stockings, making her look like she was made of shining black stuff, rather than flesh and bone. She sighed. 'Let me help with that. I suppose I can look after you for the rest of the night. As long as you stay away from my boys!' Getting the outfit on was a lot easier with someone else's help, her hands being pulled into the gloves, meaning she had to continually fight it otherwise her hands formed into half-claws. And then she started tightening the corset, bending Sally over, planting a knee against her back and working it tighter and tighter. 'I think... that's tight... enough!' She tried grabbing behind herself, Velvet batting her hands away. 'If you're doing this, you're doing it properly.' Her voice was mostly bored. 'First time in latex?' 'No, but it's been... a while. And nothing... this tight... before.' The breath was getting progressively squeezed out of her. 'Good. Try not to damage it, it's expensive.' Another wrench and apparently it was tight enough, Velvet removing her knee and letting Sally stand. The outfit pulled her shoulders back, wanting to keep them tight and close. Having to serve food and drink would be a strain, any movement from her waist up more of a struggle. 'I'm not letting you go out in flats! Put these on.' She pulled out knee-high black boots, liberally studded with buckles and straps. 'Foot out.' Sally perched on a table, holding her leg out, letting Velvet pull the leather over her foot and leg. It was shaped so that her foot was forced into an arch - not quite ballet heels but pretty high still. Buckles snapped shut, the leather sealing tightly, locking her leg away beneath the knee, and then the same was done for the other foot. She tried standing, her balance thrown off, tottering slightly, having to stretch her arms wide to avoid falling over. Velvet slapped her on the backside, sending her staggering forwards, trying to catch herself before colliding with the wall. When she moved her arms, her outfit fought her, trying to pull her back into a standing position. 'If you fall over, I'll have you strapped over a table. Try and maintain good posture. Like this.' Velvet walked towards her, her own ballet heels clicking against the ground, back rigid and straight. 'You see? Simple enough. None of this sloppy, inelegant staggering.' Her accent shifted into something posher, more aristocratic. 'This establishment does have a reputation to uphold! And I wouldn't wish to see you punished on your first night. And you're probably sore from earlier, so don't strain yourself.' Sally staggered to the far wall, trying to remember how to walk in the damn things, supporting herself on the wall. Andrea looked on with approval. 'Wow, you look great! Just in time for second shift as well, we should go.' A bell chimed, coming from the main hall. 'Not yet, one more thing.' Velvet pushed her against the wall, snapping leather tightly around her neck, forcing her to stand even straighter, and stopping her from turning her neck - if she wanted to face something, she'd have to turn directly. Between that, the heels and the corset, her body was pushed into a certain posture. There was a metal "click", the posture collar being sealed on, before she managed to turn around. 'Good. You're with me for the night then.' She produced a leash from somewhere, clipping it onto Sally's collar and pulling her along. 'Remember, I'm in charge.' Keeping pace was a challenge, the heels meaning she was always in danger of falling over, and she was pulled along too fast to be able to support herself on the walls. As long as she kept moving, falling forward with each step, it wasn't too bad, but stopping would be a challenge. They stepped back into the main room. It was busier now, a thrum of conversation echoing around the open space, distorted by the concrete floor and walls. The fluffy touches - cushions, throws and rugs, internal walls covered with polaroid pictures and sparkly lights made into heart shapes - helped soften things somewhat. The white nurse walked up, a hand coming up to take Sally by the collar. Cool, latex-gloved hands touched against her forehead, before running down her face, brushing against her lips, then pressing against her neck. 'Are you taking my pulse?' With the surgical mask covering their mouth, it was impossible to read the woman's expression, but they nodded. 'You were talking earlier, are you OK?' Velvet brushed the nurse away. 'Oh, it's part of their stichk. They're legit nurses, qualified and everything, but I guess this pays more. And some of the guys really love it - domineering and silent. Kind of the robo-girl thing, I guess, but bossier?' The nurse made a quiet hiss and glared at Velvet, who shrugged. 'What? I saw you down in the milking room. Looked like you were enjoying it, a lot more than I was! Or was it the other one?' The nurse turned and groped at Velvet, lightly slapping at a breast, making Velvet gasp. 'Hey! Don't do that. And I know you can talk - you just like being spooky.' She pushed the nurse's hand away. 'And your "inspections" are way too rough, you full-on fisted me last time!' The nurse snickered and nodded, mask shifting slightly - was she smiling beneath? Velvet turned back to Sally. 'Try not to get it too damaged - cum and sweat can be cleaned off, but any damages come off your wages. There's been girls with expensive tastes before that have ended up deep in debt, because they kept getting fancy clothing ruined.' A bell chimed, the maids drifting towards the entrance, where there was a well-lit area, where they could all line up. Some of them were chatting to regulars, smiling and flirting before taking their place in the group. Sally took her place amongst them - the haze of perfume was dizzying, along with the soft rustle of petticoats, the creak of boned corsets and the slight stretching of latex. She tried to make herself comfortable, shifting about to try and make her own dress more comfortable. She'd always liked the idea of latex more than the reality - it looked good, but the tightness was stifling, her skin feeling swaddled and compressed. Although she could see that she was getting appreciative looks from some of the audience. And it wasn't all men either - they were some women scattered amongst the crowd, most looking even more predatory than the guys! A whip-crack sounded, the bunnygirl stepping into a spotlight, her black bustier shining, fishnet tights sheathing her legs, heels clicking. 'Good evening, honored guests! We welcome you, once again, to the Maid Cage Club! Here, your most decadent fantasies can be made to come true... as long as you're willing to pay!' She cracked the whip again. 'The girls have their quotas to meet, so I'm sure they'll be eager to service your needs. And for those with more specialist requirements, then the basement cells have just been remodeled, as has the electro-cell. The birdcage is currently home to the exquisite Coraline, for those that can afford her touch.' She turned, shaking her pom-pom tail for the crowd. 'There's even a new girl to take out your wicked, wicked lusts on. Lovely Miss Sally. Step forward please!' Her voice was a sharp crack, the other maids parting to expose her to the crowd. She tried to smile and posed, running her hands down her body, feeling how her latex-wrapped hands slid against her dress. The projector started up, showing her gang-bang from earlier. 'As you can see, she's eager to please! Although her price has gone up, and she has yet to take part in any of the games.' She tapped her fingers against her grip of the whip, as though pondering, the crowd staring at Sally, making her feel exposed and self-conscious. 'Hmmm, perhaps she should be baptized?' That got a sound of approval from the crowd. 'I can't hear you!' The sound was louder now, cutting silent as the whip was cracked. 'Show some more enthusiasm!' 'YES!' The sound made Sally's head ring, as the crowd roared back. 'Well then, I need more volunteers. Or someone will be volunteered!' The maids looked at each other uncertainly, before one took a slow step forward - this one was a short Asian woman, her face exquisitely made-up, with pale cheeks and ruby-red lips, her dress long and conservative, long sleeves covering her arms, raven black hair falling in a cascade down her back. She was followed by a dark-skinned woman, long braids falling to her waist, black hair shot through with braids of different colors, bright beads adding to the effect. Her dress had gauze panels on, white lace that highlighted her dark flesh beneath, her hands wrapped in white lace gloves. 'Kuroko and Imani? Very good. Try not to make a mess this time.' The two women looked at each other, both baring their teeth, no love lost between them. 'And Velvet as well. That should be enough. Your four, with me. Everyone else, go and please the crowd.' The audience moved forward, mingling with the maids, some of them immediately heading over to tables. Sally followed along behind them, unsure what was going on. They were led from the main room, down a passageway made slightly less barren by some red curtains nailed to the walls, and then into a large room. Sally swallowed nervously when she some of the bondage equipment in here - a heavy wooden chair was the centerpiece, with metal cuffs made to lock over someone's wrists and ankles. 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. The Young Miss and Her Maid Preview Chapter: Gradings are Received Anna snuck through the halls of the mansion, peeking around the corners, seeing no-one but the under-maids, busy with some cleaning, although it looked like they were just chatting, despite the hoovers and mops they had with them. She skulked and crept through the passageways, trying to step quietly, knowing how easily footsteps could echo, dashing up the grand staircase before making it to her room without being seen. She closed the door behind herself and let out a sigh, before moving to her desk and sitting down, putting her bag down and tugging her skirt into position. She would like a longer one, but Ma'am insisted on the short length! She squirmed on the seat. She probably had long enough, if she was quick. She tensed her thighs, sliding her hand between her thighs, settling into a comfortable position. She was slick and ready, her panties slightly wet already. She teased herself, fingers gently stroking herself through the lacey fabric. Her breath started to quicken and she closed her eyes, letting a comfortable and soothing darkness fall around her. A floorboard creaked behind her, and she pulled her hands away as she twisted around, the chair almost falling over. 'Good afternoon, Miss Anna.' Her head maid approached, the door swinging shut behind her. She was dressed in the traditional style - a long, black dress, crisp white apron, her black hair bound up beneath a white cap. 'I do hope you weren't misbehaving at all.' Anna squirmed, trying to sit demurely, despite the seething heat she could feel. She wanted to get off! 'Now, let me see your exam results.' Anna slowly slid out her report card and handed it over, her eyes downcast. 'Hmmm. I do hope your grades have improved. Have you been indulging in any prohibited activities?' Anna squirmed her thighs, feeling the warmth between them, still wanting to get off. 'No, Ma'am. I know I'm not allowed to... to touch myself.' 'Yes. Because you get distracted and naughty. Now, let me see. The tutor says that your grades are good, but your behavior seems to be worsening. Stand up and lift your skirt for inspection.' She didn't resist, knowing that would just bring greater punishment, standing up, her ankles close together, using both hands to lift her skirt, the maid approaching and kneeling. A finger, long and elegant, stroked the fabric over her slit, pushing slightly into her, making her gasp. 'Oh, Mistress Anna. You really are naughty, aren't you? And I thought you were improving. Is this why you've been acting like such a brat recently? Have you been touching yourself again? I thought my discipline last time would have shown you the error of your ways, but clearly not. What do you deserve?' 'Twenty, ma'am.' Without being ordered, she bent herself over the bed, holding her pleated skirt up to show her backside, feeling the bed push back against her belly. The floorboards creaked again as the maid approached, her hand suddenly cracking against Anna's backside. She could feel herself getting even more excited, despite knowing she shouldn't. She didn't want to be naughty, but she wanted to touch herself so badly! Just once! Well, probably more than once, but to actually properly get off. The hand stroked down her legs, feeling the top of her thigh-high socks, snapping the elastic before fingering the lace panties again. 'I pick the finest clothing for you, mistress Anna. Your uniform is exquisite. Why must you sully it with such things?' Her hand slapped forward again, against the other buttock this time. 'Do I... Do I have to wear the uniform? The other girls I see don't have to wear it.' Smack. Smack.
'The other girls are not as precious and special as you are. I like you to be marked out and special. And you do look exquisite in your blazer, shirt
and tie.' Smack. 'A lady in uniform cuts an impressive
figure. If you prefer, I could dress you
as a maid.' Smack. 'Although then I might have to put you to work
along with the under-maids.' Smack. 'Would you prefer to be a maid rather than a
student?' Smack. Her backside was starting to throb, a heat settling into her body, seeping into her entire body, making her want to get off even more, her head fuzzing. 'No, Ma'am. I want to be a student!' That got her two more sharp slaps to her backside. She wanted more, her slit wet and hungry. Why wasn't she allowed to touch herself? She had overheard other girls her age talking and joking, about getting off, about having sex, but Ma'am was insistent that she not touch herself. But she was so horny all the time! Smack. Even the impact of Ma'ams hand against her buttocks was making her head spin, and she tried to twist, wanting those fingers inside of her. Smack. 'You have proven yourself worthy of fine
clothing.' A finger traced the line of
her panties against her reddened backside.
'But you are still lacking self-control.
When you were a little younger, you were overfond of pleasing
yourself. Do you remember your training
sessions? We had to hold them in the
basement, as you were rather noisy. I
thought they would have made more of an impact, from how much you protested.' Smack.
Smack. Anna felt tears come to her eyes in memory,
of the days of teasing, stroking gentleness, contrasting with the harsh strikes
of a whip, or a cane, or even worse. 'Ten, ma'am.' The fingers stroked her buttocks again. 'Very good, mistress. You are keeping count; I see my training hasn't been entirely wasted. Now, while we are here, I will ask you again. Have you been engaging in any prohibited activities?' Smack. 'I... I touched myself this morning, Ma'am.' She sighs. 'Mistress Anna knows that she is not allowed to come without explicit permission. Apparently I wasn't explicit enough. If Mistress Anna wishes to behave like a slut, then she will be punished like one.' Smack. Smack. The strikes were harder now or were against already sore skin. 'I'm sorry, ma'am! I didn't think it was so bad!' It had felt so good, her brain melting and exploding with pleasure, time passing in a blink until she recovered. A finger traced her slit through her panties. 'Mistress Anna's body is precious and should not be used without permission. Even by the young miss herself.' Smack. Smack. The pain was starting to build up now, her backside throbbing with the impacts. 'If you wish such things, then you are to ask me for permission.' 'But the other girls do it! And they keep telling me about it, and it feels so good!' 'You are not like the other girls, Mistress Anna. You are pure and special. Or should be, if you behaved as you should.' The last five smacks came in a sudden, swift rush, her backside throbbing from the impacts, even as excitement coiled inside of her. Lips, warm and soft, gently kissed against a buttock. 'I do not wish to be so harsh with you, but if the young miss will misbehave, then she will be disciplined. Now, time to test your mouth. On your back on the bed.' There was no choice but to obey - any resistance would only bring harsher punishment. She lay on her sheets, moving her arms to the usual position, her wrists close to the bedposts, cuffs hanging from them. Ma'am straddled her waist, pinning her in place and holding a rubber bulb attached to a strap in her hands. Anna shook her head, knowing what was coming and not wanting it. 'Open wide, Mistress Anna.' She reached down and pinched a nipple - even through a bra, it stung, pain intensifying until Anna obeyed, and the bulb slid into her mouth. 'Let's see if you can beat your record.' She squeezed another bulb, pushing air into the one in Anna's mouth, forcing it to expand and grow. Anna tried to relax, to make it easier to have the thing blocking her mouth, but it was uncomfortable having her tongue squashed down, and she didn't like the way it made her cheeks bulge, or how it blocked her breathing. Ma'am stroked her forehead between puffs, until the thing was big and solid in her mouth, impossible to dislodge without letting the air out. It was starting to protrude into her throat, but her gag reflex had been trained out of her a long time ago. 'Very good, Mistress. Not quite your best, but at least you're not protesting like you used to.' All Anna could do was mumble back, unable to move her tongue or lips to form any words. 'Nkk ou.' Ma'am smiles down at her. 'Very good! At least Mistress Anna is polite, even if she is badly behaved.' Two sharp clicks fill the air as her wrists are locked to the bedposts. 'Now I need to test your sensitivity. Allow me to fetch my equipment.' She walked to the walk-in wardrobe and unlocked it, careful to only open the door enough to slip inside, only letting Anna see a little, the hangers filled with duplicates of her uniform, along with some of the special outfits Ma'am made her wear sometimes, clinging black latex, far too short and tight, or tiny mini-skirts and skimpy mesh tops. Ma'am came back out with a small leather bag and unzipped it, Anna's heart sinking as she saw the spiked wheel and the bundle of wires Ma'am pulled out. She grunted, trying to beg not to be subjected to this! But all she could do was make vague gasps, trying to ready herself for what she knew was coming. Ma'am pulled Anna's skirt aside, unclasping it and pulling it out from beneath Anna, folding it neatly and putting it to the side. This revealed Anna's panties fully, the material already slightly moist with her juices. "Mistress Anna is so wonderfully sensitive but needs to learn to control herself.' Ma'am bent her head down and kissed Anna's navel, tongue flicking out against the sensitive skin, making Anna giggle despite the position she was in. And then the spiked wheel gently touched her skin, just beneath the navel, the current making her belly twitch. When it was there, she didn't mind so much, it was almost soothing, but she knew where it was going, as it ran over her belly, down towards her crotch, and then a hand reached out and tugged on her panties, snapping and tearing the material, ripping them away. She managed to stop herself from panting in fear, getting her breath under control, knowing that fear would only make it worse. It rolled, point by pricking point, down towards her shaved slit, Ma'am's other hand spreading her lips wide. The spikes probed her tender folds, sending ripples of electricity through her, her hips bucking. It hurt, but felt so good! She wasn't allowed to come, but this was getting her far too close, and Ma'am would punish her even more. The spikes were pushing against the most sensitive parts of her body, her brain short-circuiting, burning fuzz filling her senses, her vision wavering. A needle-prick against her clit made her hips twitch, eyes wide and unseeing for a moment until she recovered her senses. 'Mistress Anna doesn't seem to lost her sensitivity. That is a good sign. But from now on, you will be sleeping restrained and face up, to help you avoid temptation. And I will be escorting you to college. I hope you have at least enough self-control so as to not to be touching yourself in the classroom.' Anna tried to avoid blushing, remembering the times when she had hidden her hand beneath the desk, slowly teasing and stroking herself; not wanting to shame herself like a slut, not wanting to come in class, but it felt so good, no matter that Ma'am told her it wasn't allowed! But she didn't want to be locked into a chastity belt again, so she smiled, at least as much as she could around the gag. Ma'am patted her belly comfortingly, before leaning in and kissing her slit, warm and wet tongue sliding into her. 'Mistress Anna, you have been a good girl, but should you persist in this behavior, then I will need to punish you again. Now, I will leave you to contemplate your position until dinner. Does Mistress Anna require a blindfold?' Anna shook her head. The gag was bad enough, she didn't want to be blinded as well! Hands grasped her ankles and spread her legs, cuffing them to the bottom bed posts. And then Ma'am stroked her forehead, brushing away loose strands of hair. 'Good girl. Now, think about what you've done, and I hope no further punishment will be needed.' She caressed a breast before withdrawing, swiftly turning and walking away, her apron-strings swaying as she walked to the door and left, locking it behind herself. |