Maiden Maid-Ch 2

Sarah took off her clothes and hung them neatly in the armoire. She took her lingerie and stockings and soaked them in the sink while she got dressed. Should I put on lingerie, she thought. No, he told me only to put on what he had laid out for her. She let the negligee slip over her head and down her body. The material rubbed against her nipples, the delicate morsels again turning hard from the fabric. She put her feet into the slippers and slipped the wrap over her shoulders, tying it at the neck with the lace bow. Another bow at her waist was the only other tie. She looked in the mirrors, her reflection shooting back at her. Her red hair contrasted with the black nightclothes. She could almost see through the material. Her legs stood up high on the heel, the muscles of her legs standing out. She looked at the clock on the table. Almost 10:00, I must get this over with. It’s not going to be so bad. He just wants to see if my clothes fit, then it will be time for bed.

Sarah entered the library, this time without knocking on the door. Michael was seated in the chair in front of the fireplace, in his robe and slippers. 

“Over here, stand in front of the fire, wouldn’t want you getting cold.” Michael watched as she walked toward him. She looked gorgeous in the negligee and wrap, her long legs accented by the three-inch heels on her feet. “Face me, hands at your sides, yes, that is good.” He watched as she turned and faced him, placing her hands at her sides. “The clothes fit very good, Sarah. Turn around and stop when you back is to me. Stop, yes, hold it there.”

Sarah moved as Michael directed her. It almost felt natural, not awkward, to obey his commands. She did not hesitate, turning, her back to him. Again, she could feel his gaze on her even with her back to him. She stayed in position, long minutes passing with no further commands. She shuffled on her feet, growing impatient.

“Turn facing me again, Sarah. Now, remove the wrap, I want to see the negligee.” Michael watched, as Sarah’s face became flush. He liked that, he liked to humiliate them. “I wouldn’t tell you again,” his voice rising in tone.

Sarah snapped back into reality and began to unloosen the tie on the wrap. She was stunned when he told her to take off the wrap. She did not expect that, having to show her body. She began to hesitate when Michael’s voice gave her no choice. Either obey or leave. She pushed the wrap off her shoulders and let it fall to the chair beside Michael. She stood in her negligee, the top low cut, the material almost transparent. Her breasts being small did not show much, but her nipples were hard and erect, poking out of the material.

“You are doing a very good job, Sarah. Every night you will come down to my study after my bath and you will perform this ritual. Do you understand, Sarah?”

“Yes, Sir,” she responded. She stood as he watched her, his gaze going up and down her body, from her hard nipples down her legs to her three-inch heels. She felt uncomfortable, standing half-naked in front of him. 

“Turn around again and move closer to the fire.” He watched as she turned around and moved forward. “That’s good, hands at your sides. Spread you legs open more. More, spread them wider.”

Sarah cringed when she heard his command. He wanted her to spread her legs. She knew that he could see her silhouette through her negligee, the roaring fire sharply contrasting her body. With her legs spread, she seemed more naked. “Yes, Sir,” her legs moving wider, now over three feet.

“Don’t move or turn around until I tell you to,” he ordered her.

Sarah could hear the rustle of his robe and then heard a sound like someone rubbing something. This went on for over five minutes, her legs beginning to ache from the spread. She heard Michael gasp and then the only noise was Michael’s labored breathing.

Another rustle and then she heard, “you may go to bed now. You did very well. I will see you in the morning.”

Sarah grabbed her wrap and almost ran out of the room, rushing to get into the safe confines of her room. She hung up her robe and got directly into bed, bringing the covers up to her neck, hiding beneath them. She closed her eyes, reflecting on what happened. It felt strange for her to stand there, in her negligee while he looked at her. She felt humiliated, forced to do this because she was poor, but she also felt some thrill in having to submit to such a powerful man. As she thought, her hand strayed down to her pussy and she began to rub her pussy. She was surprised, her pussy was already wet. She thought of being forced to stand naked in front of him and display her body to him, her legs spread, her pussy opening. She rubbed harder until she began to cum, trapping her fingers between her tightly clamped legs. 

Morning came and Sarah put the whole incidence out of her mind. I will have to do it again tonight, but I know what will happen. It will not be bad. During the day, Sarah ran into Michael often, almost like he was trying to run into her. He would get near her and sometimes he would brush up against her or run his hand over her back or shoulders. All of it very innocent. Nighttime came and Sarah went to the study again after Michael’s bath and stood in the light of the fireplace, wrap on the chair, legs spread while Michael rustled behind her. This went on for the next two days, the evening never changing until tonight. Sarah was running Michael’s bath when he entered. “Good evening sir,” she said, smiling as she tested the water.

“Good evening, Sarah. Tonight I want you to stay while I take my bath. I want you to start washing my back.”

Sarah looked at him, surprised at the request. She saw the look in his eyes and she knew that he would not be denied. “Yes, sir, that would be a pleasure,” she responded, a certain nervousness in her voice.

When the bath was filled, Sarah stepped back and started to turn around so Michael could undress.

“That will not be necessary, Sarah. I am not a modest man and the longer you stay, the more you will see anyway, so you might as well get your initial uncomfortableness out of the way.” He watched as she turned back and he began to undress. When he pulled off his pants, her eyes looked directly at his, not lowering them at all. He lowered his shorts and got into the bed. “Just the right temperature, Sarah, you are learning to please me,” he complimented her. He got into the tub and lowered himself.

Sarah nervously moved towards him, grabbing the washcloth and the soap.

“Take off your blouse, I do not want to get it wet,” he ordered her, looking into her eyes, looking for any sign of defiance.

Sarah’s hands moved slowly to the buttons, opening them slowly, lower, down until the last one at her waist was unbuttoned. She looked up and saw him looking at the camisole, watching as her nipples pushed out on the silky fabric. She blushed, but continued to take the blouse off her shoulders and laying it on the chair near her. She moved back towards Michael wanting to get it over with. 

Michael bent forward so she could wash his back, watching as she bent over to apply the washcloth to his back. He briefly caught a glimpse of a naked tit and nipple down the front of the camisole before she moved behind him. His cock hardened as her hands slowly began to caress his back. “Yes, that is good, you are doing a good job, Sarah, continue.”

Sarah continued to rub his back until she was ordered to stop. 

“You may go now, be in my study in 30 minutes,” Michael ordered her, watching as she almost ran from the room. Just a little more and she will be washing my cock, he thought, rubbing his cock as he imagined Sarah’s small hands wrapped around his hard cock, rubbing it up and down. Soon, Sarah, soon you will be masturbating my cock every night. Then its only a few more steps until you will be down on your knees in the study, your sweet, virgin mouth wrapped around my cock. He pumped his cock until he came, filling the bathtub with his cum. Soon, it will be in your mouth, Sarah.

(To be Continued)...