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Ann's Maid (mrdfw@hotmail.com) (F solo, Ff, bdsm)



The following material is for adults only.  If you are forbidden to
read or obtain this type of material because of either content or your
age please discontinue now.  It is a work of adult sexual fantasy.
It's not meant to depict anyone real either alive or dead.

I like hearing from people who enjoyed the writing please drop me a
line at mrdfw@hotmail.com if you enjoyed the story.



Ann's Maid (mrdfw@hotmail.com) (F solo, Ff, bdsm)


I heard the front door open and Manuela call, "Hello."

"Fuck.  It's the maid," I thought to myself.  It had completely
slipped my mind that she was coming a day early this week because she
was going to home to Mexico to visit her parents.

She had a key and always let herself in.  Normally, it wouldn't have
mattered.  Today, though, was not good.

I was playing hooky from work, was high on pot, which I rarely smoke,
and had gotten myself all horny chatting on a porn site.  And, oh
yeah, I was right in the middle of a little self-bondage session.

My obsession with bondage started when I was a young girl.  Even
before I associated it with my sexuality, I had dreams and fantasized
about being bound by other children, and adult men and women.  Pirates
and other villains filled my fantasies.  I was always the damsel in
distress whether it was cops and robbers, cowboys and Indians, Knights
of the Roundtable, soldiers, or whatever.  I managed to get myself
tied up and a held captive quite a few times during my childhood.  Now
one seemed to notice that I was always suggesting that I get tied up.

As I reached puberty my fantasies, naturally, took on a sexual
nature.  Not long after I began masturbating I began including some
elements of bondage and masochism into my sessions.

I was 15 before it dawned on me that there was really a segment of
society that engaged in the type of things I fantasized about in their
sex lives.  What I mean is - you might see a scene in a comedy where
an actor or actress is in a leather bondage outfit, but you don't
really get the joke until you are old enough to understand the sexual
connotations.  Well I was 15 when that understanding came to me.  It
was somewhat of a relief, to be honest.  I was starting to get more
and more elaborate in the ways I was working myself over during my
masturbation sessions.  It had me worried that maybe I was weird or
something.  Like I said, I was relieved.

But not relieved enough to share my little secret with anyone.  It was
my big lie.  I engaged in vanilla sex with a few boys and men and even
a college girlfriend.  It was alright but generally pretty
unsatisfying.  I withdrew into work, working out at the gym, and an
occasional raunchy self-bondage session.  My attention to work had
paid off as had my dedication at the gym.

The self-bondage sessions.  Hmmmm.  When I first got out of college I
started a bondage gear drawer.  A little bit of rope, a ball gag, some
clothes pins, cuffs, a couple of dildos...  OK... a FEW dildos... You get
the idea.  That bondage drawer followed me wherever I went after
that.  And now 10 years later I had quite a bit of gear that I used
regularly.

On this particular day I had picked out the gear that I planned to use
on myself and put them on the kitchen table.  Then I bathed and shaved
my pussy bare.  I then pre-lubed my ass for the upcoming session.
"Pre-lubing, as I'd come to think of it, allowed me to wash my hands
and avoid a mess later.  I had carried a small leather collar to the
bathroom and put it on before going to the kitchen.  I was already
dripping in anticipation as I seated myself in the middle of the
kitchen floor on a backless stool.  I tied my ankles to two of the
stool legs.  I slipped a hand down and started rubbing my freshly
shaved puss.  Fuck I was horny.  My smooth pussy felt and looked so
sexy.  My other hand went to my nipples and started gently rolling
them until the got all rubbery.  Then I started to work them harder.
Before long I was pinching and pulling them pretty hard.  I got a
small butt-plug from the table, squirted some lube onto it, and worked
the tapered end into my ass.  My sphincter closed on the narrow neck
and the plug was seated firmly.  I was panting as the size of the plug
and the physical effort it took to wedge the fat thing into my ass.  I
got the dildo from the pile of gear on the table and put the suction
cup onto the stool.  I was soaking wet.  When I lowered myself on the
dildo I was able to take it easily.  I started to grind my clit into
the rubber tool... and came for the first time.

After the beautiful spasms swept through me I rested with the fat
thing seated all the way in me and my denuded puss flush with the seat
of the stool.  I stirred back to life after a few minutes.  I started
my recovery with a slow grind on the fake cock that was stabbing into
my gut.  I took a nipple clamp from the table, opened the mouth of the
clip, and held it to my nipple.  I had bought the nasty clips a while
ago and have never been able to stand having them on my nipples for
long.  They bite way to hard and aren't adjustable, but I was trying
to train myself to endure them.  Without much luck, I might add.  As
always I put one of them on a nipple, just to see if I could stand
it.  Today was like all the previous days.  After snapping them on my
nipple I gasped and cussed for a few seconds then quickly removed it
as the pain got the best of my will power.  I repeated the exercise
almost exactly with the other nipple before I exchanged the clamps for
clothes pins that I snapped on my nipples still tender from the
clamps.  I sucked in my breath and started gyrating on the dildo to
get some sexual heat up to help me endure the pain.  Fuck I was
feeling nasty.  I put the ball gag in my mouth and cinched the
buckle.  I kept the key to my handcuffs on a long cord that I hung
around my neck and put one of the cuffs around my left wrist.  The
final act before I completed my self-bondage was to reach down between
my legs and turned on the fake schlong in my puss.  The thing started
buzzing and gyrating on an elbow that was about half way up it's 7"
length.  The thing was churning my guts.  I put my hands behind my
back and closed the other cuff around my wrist as tight as I could.
With this final act I knew I wasn't getting loose for a while.  My
record for getting loose was about 9 minutes but a couple of times it
had taken me more than an hour.  The first time I had dropped the key
and had to go through all kinds of contortions to reach it.  That's
when I learnt to tie the key around my neck.

So, anyway.  That's how Manuela found me.  You see.  If I hadn't been
playing hooky and she hadn't been a day early it would not have been a
problem.  Instead she walked in on her dildo stuffed employer struggle
like hell to break her personal best time for releasing herself from
bondage.

My beautiful maid Manuela.  I think she's in her mid 30's.  Incredibly
beautiful.  The work cleaning houses had kept her very trim and fit.

I whimpered into the ball gag as I heard her coming towards the
kitchen.  My back was to the door, but I heard her stop when she
reached the door and a small gasp of surprise.  I stopped trying to
reach the key and waited.  I heard her approach my side.  "What is
this?" she asked lightly touching my long blond hair.  "Hmmm?" she
prompted.  "What is this, Ms. Grey?" she asked again.  "Are you okay?"
she asked.  Of course I could only moan into the gag as she gently
stoked my hair.  She seemed to notice the rest of the gear on the
table then looked around.  She removed a heavy plant from a hook on
the ceiling.  She looped a length of rope through the hook and secured
one end to the cuffs around my wrists.  She pulled on the rope forcing
my arms up, my head and torso to bend which resulted in forcing my
clit into the buzzing fuck toy in my twat.  I guess I was over my
desperation to escape discovery because I exploded like a
firecracker.  I came harder than I can ever remember.  I mean I was a
gurgling, babbling idiot as I ground my clit.  I guess Manuela just
stood there and watched me spasm around the vibrating tool in my
cunt.  My arms were starting to get sore.  The way I was tied kinda
forced to look down.  I almost forgot Manuela was there until she
reached down and flipped the clothes pins on my nipples.  I groaned
into the ball gag.  She toyed with my nipples for several minutes.  At
times she pulled on the clothes pins until they snapped off
painfully.  Then she replaced them.  Sometimes pulling, sometimes
twisting.  I guess she spotted my "unendurable" nipple clamps while
she was toying with me.  She took one and then the other clothes pin
off my nipples.  When I saw her approaching with the clamps I started
squealing into the gag and really struggling.  "Shhh, shh, shh," she
soothed as she stroked my hair again.  She put the goddamn things on
my nipples and watched me freaking out and didn't take them off.  Then
she just left.  I heard her moving around.  I heard the vacuum cleaner
go on and off a few times.  I heard her moving around doing her job
while I rode a vibrating cock to orgasm after orgasm.

I heard her return to the kitchen.  "Ohhh.  Tsk.  Tsk. Tsk," she
admonished.  I was so embarrassed.  I had peed myself.  I just lost it
during one of my cums.  It wasn't the first time to be honest.  That
why I did these things in the kitchen - easy clean up.  She cleaned up
the mess then got some tissue and wiped me.  While she was wiping me
she noticed the dildo had a high setting.  I never used the high
setting because it was just too fucking much to endure very long.  She
moved the selector switch.  She must have liked what she saw in my
reaction because she left it that way and finished cleaning the
kitchen.  I can't believe my groaning and squealing didn't distract
her.  I was turning to a mass of over sexed jello while she cleaned
away.

She came over and released the rope around the cuffs.  I swear I
creaked as I was allowed to lower my arms and sit upright for the
first time in hours.  She moved in front of me and stoked my cheek.
"I am done, Ms. Grey.  I am leaving now," she said.  I heard the door
close behind her when she left.  After a few minutes I started to work
at freeing myself.  I key was dangling in front of me.  I had to whip
it around to my back first.  Then I had to try to grab the key in my
hands that were getting numb from loss of circulation and work the
lock in one of the cuffs.  It took me forty minutes.  It didn't help
that a fat dildo was churning my guts and my nipples were being
severed from my tits by a pair of super-clamps.  My eyes teared up as
I removed the clamps.  Fuck it hurt to have circulation restored to my
poor tortured nubs.  Next I turned the vibrating monster between my
legs off and then just leaned back on my arms and sighed in relief.  I
looked down my body.  A thin sheen of sweat shown on my skin.  I still
had the ball gag in and was still stuffed with a butt plug and dildo
but at least they weren't wiggling around anymore.  After resting a
few seconds I pulled the ball gag off and sighed as I was able to
breath freely again.  Next came the bonds around my ankles.  I eased
myself up and off of the dildo impaling me.  Finally the butt plug got
popped out of my ass.  I went to my bedroom and fell into a deep
sleep.

I woke up sore.  But, a smile crossed my face when I remembered why I
was so sore.  I looked at my cell for the time.  It said 7:00.  It
took me a full thirty minutes to realize it was 7AM not PM.  I had
slept through the afternoon and the whole night and was running late
for work.

On the drive to work I tried to call Manuela to explain... or
something.  I was so embarrassed.  I tried a couple of times without
any success before realizing she was probably already on her way to
her hometown in Mexico.

Well.  The next week and a half were spent in a distracted
masturbatory fog.  I was totally lost.  When I couldn't fuck myself I
was clinching and unclinching my thighs, rubbing myself through my
dress, and whatever else I could get away with when I had to be in
public.  I even wore a small butt-plug to work one day.  That was a
first.  My god.  I was losing it.

On the Friday I thought she was supposed to return I left her at least
a dozen messages.  I know it was desperate, but I didn't care.  I left
another six or seven Saturday morning too.  About noon on Saturday I
heard a car pull into the drive.  I looked out the window and saw
Manuela walking to the front door.  I ran down the stairs reaching the
door just as she rang the bell.  I opened the door and was stunned.
He wore a pair of pressed jeans, a v-neck black silk t-shirt, and a
pair of heels.  It was understated but elegant.  She looked
incredible.

"Hello, Ms Grey," she said in her good, but heavily accented English.
"Is there and emergency.   I got your messages... so many of them...," she
said smirking.

"I... I... just wanted to explain, ummm..., about last time," I stammered.

"Oh?" she answered demurely.  "What would you like to explain?"
Manuela asked as she walked in the door past me.

"...ummm...," I said licking my lips.

"Would you like to explain why you tie yourself up and abuse your
nasty self, Ms. Grey?" Manuela asked.  Her English seemed to have
gotten a lot better almost instantaneously and she wasn't using the
respectful tone she usually used when she spoke to me.  As a matter of
fact it sounded a little disrespectful.  Cocky even.  "...or was there
another reason you called me twenty times over the last two days?"

"I...  I...,"  I was tongue tied.

She got right up in my face then.  "Why the fuck are you still wearing
your clothes, slut?"

She said it barely louder than a whisper but with such venom that I
was a little scared as I started to unbutton my blouse.

The End

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