Ch. 1. A ceremony of indulgence
Christine walked slowly across her living room with just a hint of exaggerated swagger to her hips. She glanced at herself as she passed the large mirror, and her breath grew heavy at the sight of her own image. In many ways she looked just like any other day, in a smart business suit and her blonde hair neatly arranged. The skirt was a few inches shorter than what she typically wore for work, but beyond that she looked very much like she did around the office. And that was the purpose. The normal surface made her hidden secret so much more precious.
"Do you have everything?" she asked as she approached the young woman in the hall.
"Yes, Mrs. Dahl," Ana replied, fidgeting with her roller bag. "I'll be back Sunday evening as usual."
"Yes, very good. Do you have anything special lined up for the weekend?"
Christine listened calmly as Ana told her about her plans. Most of Ana's family still lived in Brazil, but her childhood friend lived two hours away. Like she did most weekends, Ana was going to stay with her friend, and apparently they were going to watch some scary movie. Christine used to be eager to get her maid out of the house once the kids left for their father. But that was before she realized she could start her ritual before Ana left. The part where she acted like nothing was out of the ordinary, had become an integral part. These days she actively prolonged it.
"Oh, I almost forgot," Christine said just as Ana was about to leave. She fetched an envelope from on top of a chest of draws. "Here's a sign of my appreciation."
"Thank you so much, Mrs. Dahl," Ana said, smiling broadly. She put the envelope in her pocket without checking its content. Christine always tipped her generously.
"No, thank you," Christine said. "I don't know how I'd make it all work without your help."
Christine flashed a warm smile that conveyed her appreciation. Ana was a terrific maid, and Christine didn't know how she'd cope without her. But at this moment she was simply grateful she could include the petite brunette in her sinful routine—even if the girl had no concept of her participation.
When Ana eventually left, Christine stood in the doorway and waved her off. Once the car disappeared around the corner, she locked the door behind her and walked into her living room. She moved gracefully, as if appreciating every step. In front of the mirror, she unbuttoned her jacket. The blouse underneath hugged tightly her ample chest. After removing her jacket, she pulled up a chair and sat down. She gasped softly as she felt the toy in her ass push deeper inside her.
She sat silently and stared at herself. The skirt had risen to expose the laced top of her stockings. She parted her legs slightly, teasing her own prying eyes with a glimpse of her bare pussy. She could see glistening droplets on her bare lips. Her pussy begged to be touched, but it would have to wait. Her ritual had a different target.
It was odd, she thought, that she had developed this obsession now that she was single. Back when she was married, she never had any interest in anal experiences. But she was grateful she had discovered this magic. It served as her sinful secret, and once every two weeks she gave in completely to its pleasure. All other days, she took care of others. She took care of her kids. She took care of business. She took care of several charities she managed. But every other Friday evening after she sent the kids off to stay with their dad for the week, Christine kept her schedule free for a date with herself. On these evenings, she took care of herself. She rotated her hips slowly, biting her bottom lip as the sensation of the grinding plug spread through her body.
Slowly, she unbuttoned her blouse, staring eagerly at her own image. Watching herself was an important part of the ritual. She stored these sinful images of herself in her mind. Recalling them later would bring a shimmer of excitement to her daily life. By starting out dressed like the professional business woman she was, she made it easy to bring her secret with her in the days to come. Sure, she may have spiced up her outfit with a tighter blouse, shorter than normal skirt, and higher heels than she'd ever worn for work. And she wouldn't consider going without panties around the office. The point was to unleash the sexiest version of herself. She ran her fingers over her breasts, pushed up by a black lace bra. Between them hung a small key, attached to a thin gold chain around her neck. She rubbed it softly, as if it was a sacred amulet.
She stood, hung the blouse over the chair, and proceeded to unzip her skirt. Bending slightly at the hips, she turned and looked at the mirror over her shoulder as she pulled it over her ass. A soft moan escaped her lips as the purple jewel at the toy's base came into view, shimmering deep in the valley between her cheeks. The stockings and garter belt perfectly framed her naked ass. Some part of her deemed it inappropriate for a woman of her stature to indulge in such sinful activities. But that just made it so much more enjoyable. She leaned forward, giving herself a better view.
It was of course even more inappropriate to involve her maid in her deviance. But there was no harm, she justified. Ana didn't know. Christine could still remember the thrill she felt the first time she walked over to her maid with the toy in her ass. Her nervousness made her ass squeeze tight around it. Ana asked if Christine was going to work, pointing at the business suit. Christine made some off-hand remark about how it wasn't work if you enjoyed it and then giggled foolishly.
She had never been entirely comfortable with having a maid. It seemed like such an excessive luxury, and Christine took pride in not relying on others. But with all her duties, she needed someone to take care of her kids and the big house. And supposedly it was a good deal for Ana too. On top of a more than fair salary, Ana had her own room where she stayed for free, and with the kids gone every other week, she had plenty of time for her studies.
Nowadays, she couldn't imagine life without Ana, and it wasn't only because of all the things Ana took care of around the house. Christine genuinely cherished having Ana around, brightening up the house with that cute smile and bubbly attitude. And she was an unequivocally pretty girl. Sexy even, if Christine was honest with herself. She sometimes thought that involving the petite Brazilian in the ritual made her see Ana in a new light.
Christine folded the skirt neatly and placed it on a nearby table before returning to the mirror. She admired the sight of her smooth pussy before turning around to once again admire the sight of the jewel buried inside her round ass. She pulled her cheeks apart for a better view. Admittedly, it was vain to get off on her own image, but she didn't care. Tonight, was all about herself.
And supposedly that's what she was these days -- 'Christinosexual'. She had no time to involve anyone else in her life, so it was fortunate she found herself attractive. The sight of the toy in her ass brought back memories of wearing it around Ana, making her ass squeeze the intruding object. She found herself wondering if her maid found her attractive too. Hadn't she caught the girl peeking at her earlier? Maybe Christine's ritual made her radiate sensuality, even if she pretended nothing was out of the ordinary. Or maybe her elated state just made her see the eroticism in everything. Either way, it didn't matter now. Only her own desire was important tonight.
Bending forward to pose for herself, the key around Christine's neck swayed in its chain. She played with it again. Yes, it was time. Her high heels click-clacked against the floor as she paraded over to the chest of draws in the corner, her body only covered by her stockings, garter belt and bra.
She ran her hands over the top drawer. Not a speck of dust; Ana's standards were impeccable. She felt a surge of excitement as she pictured Ana dusting the locked cabinet, maybe wondering what secret hid inside.
With a solemn expression, Christine lifted the key and chain off her neck. The click as she opened the lock sent expectant thrills shooting through her body. There it lay—her cherished latex companion, custom made specifically for her.
In all honesty, there wasn't much unusual about it—a long dildo in black latex—but she nevertheless found it imperative that it was tailored for her. Christine's needs required the perfect trade-off between flexibility and rigor, and of course a reliable wall-mounting feature. She picked it up and caressed its bumpy yet smooth texture.
With her head held high, she carried her precious phallus over to the newel post. In her early days of explorations, she had stuck it to her bedroom wall upstairs, but she eventually concluded that this post was the perfect spot for what she was about to do. In addition to the practical reason that it offered no obstruction for her feet, carrying out her entire ritual in her living room made her feel like she made the most out of having her house to herself.
Her breath grew heavy as she attached the suction cup at the base of the latex cock to the post. A tiny mark on the post indicated the perfect height. Spotting that mark always spurred exiting memories and added a secret thrill to her weekdays. Soon she would have another one to remember.
Kneeling before the cock, she lubricated its entire length. The careful coating was partly to ensure her unadulterated pleasure, but the preparation also created a rousing build-up inside her. Wrapping her hand around the cock, she slowly pumped her fist over its slippery surface. It was ready.
After wiping the lube from her hand, she placed a decorated pillow on the floor in front of the dildo. She stood and admired the scenery, which left little doubt as to what this altar had been prepared for. Bending at the waist, she peeked over her shoulder into the mirror for one last look at the jewel between her cheeks. She savored the filling sensation of the plug, but it was time to level up.
She grabbed the jewel between her fingers and slowly pulled the toy from her ass. It left her with a devoid sensation, but it wouldn't last long. With one foot on either side of the post, she knelt on the pillow and placed her hands flat against the floor.
The mirror was carefully placed where she could get a perfect side view of herself in this position. Thinking it might look odd with a large mirror in the living room, she had hesitated before installing it. She didn't want anyone inferring what its true purpose was. But she concluded that what she did on these nights of self-indulgence was inconceivable to anyone who knew her. And besides Ana, few people visited her home these days.
Christine marveled at the image of the black latex cock pointed at her ass. She gasped as the cooling tip touched her responsive rim. Gyrating her hips lightly, her asshole tenderly caressed the object that poked so rigidly against it. Ever so slowly, she pushed back further.
"Oh, yes," she moaned as the tip wedged into her tight opening.
She moved forward before once more pushing back. Teasing herself, she gently slid back and forth, allowing the dildo to repeatedly invade her willing ass. Greedily she accepted more. Her mind was consumed by the increasingly filling sensation.
She admired her own reflection in the mirror. Her black garments matched the dildo that disappeared inside her ass, and the way her garter belt hugged her waist emphasized the round shape of her ass. Sometimes it was hard to fathom it was really her looking back, a woman in the process of complete surrender to her anal cravings. She stared with hungry eyes as the cock disappeared inside her with every back thrust.
Christine's moans intensified with the pace of her rocking motion. The slight unevenness of the latex surface caressed her rim as it moved in and out of her. Excitement built up quickly inside her. As always, she was constantly tempted to reach down and rub herself, but she didn't permit herself. Not yet. Fucking her ass gave her intense pleasure, but she never came until she stimulated her clit. And the longer she fought off the urge, the more powerful her climax would be when she finally succumbed. Teeth clenched, she dared her reflection to fuck herself harder.
As if submitting to divine pleasure, she bowed down, her arms flat against the floor. She arched her back to bring her ass to her highest point of reference as she continued to slide over the phallus. It widened at the base, and she hid her face between her arms, focusing on the intense sensation of her asshole being stretched. Nothing else in the world mattered. She felt lost in erotic bliss, rocked into hypnosis by the chant of her escalating moans.
Craving to see herself at the height of her sinful ceremony, she escaped the shelter between her arms. She froze the moment she opened her eyes.
It wasn't the image of herself that shocked Christine. She looked just like she expected, ass in the air as it engulfed the dildo. A few blonde tufts of hair had escaped her neat creation and clung to her flustered face. This image of a woman in heat was exactly what she wished to gaze at before granting herself the release.
What made time stop was that Christine wasn't the only woman staring back at her in the mirror.
Behind her stood Ana, arms crossed as she gaped at her employer. Christine's head flung around, eyes meeting Ana's. The girls face seemed motionless, and she made no impression that she was about to leave and spare Christine the embarrassment. The right thing would probably have been to scream at Ana to get the fuck out. To find something to cover up with. Or at least get the dildo out of her ass. But stunned by shame, Christine found herself unable to take control over the situation.
It was then she realized that her body was acting on its own accord. As if determined not to let her climax escape, she had absentmindedly resumed a faint rocking motion, grinding against the cock in her ass. When she grasped what she was doing, it set off a roller-coaster inside her. Here she was—a respected pillar of society—on her hands and knees, submitting her ass to this latex cock. And now she had been caught in the midst of her secret ceremony! It amplified the sinful pleasure. She felt more humiliated than she had been in her entire life. But rather than making her hide in shame, the humiliation mesmerized her, creating a novel sensation of erotic bliss. It controlled her mind, making her increase the pace of her grinding motion.
And it wasn't just anyone who had caught her. It was her ardent maid! Ana's eyes seemed to bore straight into Christine's depraved mind, unveiling the feedback between humiliation and excitement. But the disgrace just made Christine's deviant bliss spiral further out of control. Hypnotized by Ana's unwavering eyes, she fucked herself furiously against the cock.
Christine's mind was spinning. How could she ever face Ana again after this? The girl would forever have this image of her boss implanted in her mind. But that notion was now strangely appealing to her. She moaned uncontrollably, unable to tear her eyes away from her maid.
"Go on," Ana said, giving Christine a strict glare.
And just like that, Christine felt the orgasm take her body. She screamed out as sinful euphoria spread inside her. As her body convulsed, she still managed to keep her eyes locked on Ana's. The disgrace heightened her pleasure, and she came harder than ever before. Wave after wave of climatic release flowed inside her. Nothing but pleasure mattered.
"Oh, thank you!" Christine heard herself scream.
She collapsed on the floor when her body stopped shaking. Mouth open, she looked up at Ana, as the reality of what she had done began to crystallize inside her mind. The girl revealed just a hint of a smirk as she looked down on her boss. Without a word, she abruptly turned and walked away.
Seconds later, Christine heard the front door open and close. Heart pounding, she remained on the floor long after her maid left. Listening to the silence of an empty house, it was hard to grasp what had happened. The whole thing felt surreal now. How could she ever look Ana in the eyes again? What could she possibly say next time they met? The desperation cluttered her mind.
But through her despair shined a yearning like a faint beacon. A strange desire had awakened inside her, and as much as she dreaded ever seeing Ana again, part of her already longed for that shameful moment.
Ch. 2. A gradual change of attire
Christine's head was a chaotic mess throughout the weekend. She repeatedly picked up the phone to fire Ana, seeing it as the only way out of this hopeless situation. But Christine never dared pressing the call button. The reason for letting Ana go would be too obvious and would only add insult to injury to Christine's pride. And firing her maid didn't feel morally right. It wasn't Ana's fault she had stumbled in on her boss in such a compromising position.
But wasn't it bizarre how Ana just stood there watching? Christine was in no position to pass judgement on the behavior of others, but wouldn't the normal thing to do when walking in on someone in the midst of self-pleasure be to just sneak out? Apologize even? But Ana just silently watched Christine demean herself. Christine felt weak at the knees whenever she pictured her maid's scornful expression staring down at her. She never imagined this petite woman—normally so sweet and giggly—could exhibit such a powerful display. Hadn't there even been a trace of excitement in Ana's fiery brown eyes?
Christine convinced herself this was wishful thinking. Ana was probably deeply offended. Maybe she would even quit, uncomfortable working for such a depraved boss.
Christine poured herself a whiskey to calm her nerves. Go on. Ana's words echoed in her mind. Ana could have meant a thousand different things. Go on, cover up for fuck's sake. Go on, stop degrading yourself. Go on, pull that dildo out of your ass. But in the heat of the moment, it had seemed perfectly clear to Christine. Go on, come for me, slut. And it had pushed Christine over the edge, making her climax like never before. She didn't even have to touch herself. Apparently, Ana's command was an even stronger stimulus.
Her heart jumped as she heard keys in the front door lock. She downed her whiskey, bracing herself for the most awkward conversation of her life.
"Good evening, Mrs. Dahl!" Ana said, giving Christine a warm smile.
"Good evening," Christine said cautiously.
"How was your weekend?"
"Uhm, yeah. OK, I guess."
Ana seemed more bubbly than usual. "I had such a good time with Camilla. We watched a bunch of movies, made the yummiest Feijoada, and gossiped."
"That sounds fun," Christine said, and hoped the gossip didn't involve what Ana's boss did with a big black dildo.
"The kids are still at their father's, right?" Ana asked.
"Yes, they're away for the week."
"Good," Ana said, and Christine was certain they were about to have the dreadful discussion. But to her surprise, Ana went on to describe the plot of the scary movies she and Camilla had watched. Christine listened with disinterest, finding the whole situation surreal. Several times she felt like cutting in to steer the conversation to the inevitable. But she couldn't muster the strength to bring it up. What could she say? Pardon me, Christine, can you stop babbling so we can talk about how you watched me fuck my ass?
Then Ana suddenly excused herself, saying it was time for bed. Stunned, Christine silently watched her maid walk away. Was that it? Were they really going to pretend nothing had happened? Maybe it was for the best, Christine convinced herself.
* * *
The next morning, Christine headed to the office early to avoid Ana. Busy with meeting after meeting, it was surprisingly easy to block out her shame. But the distractions vanished the moment she left the office. Shame flushed over her as she put the keys in the lock. That shame strangely sparked a sensation of lust inside her, which in turn made her feel even more ashamed. She shouldn't get excited thinking about Ana.
Ana greeted her with her signature warm smile. "How was your day, Mrs. Dahl?"
"Fine," Christine said sheepishly. "And yours?"
"I've been studying hard for my math exam. I'm counting on acing the test!"
Ana giggled at her own pun.
Christine found herself blushing. The way Ana acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred made Christine feel more ashamed. It was like Ana wasn't even surprised by what she had witnessed. Of course her boss was a kinky slut who needed her ass fucked on a regular basis.
But there was something peculiar about Ana's appearance. She wore a ruffled headpiece, which was a clear contrast against her casual jeans and t-shirt. The maid caught Christine looking.
"I decided I needed some maid-stuff," Ana said. "I used the card. Hope you don't mind."
"Of course not," Christine said. "Whatever you need."
Ana drew a slight smirk, which Christine had a hard time interpreting. Christine had given the maid a credit card to buy whatever supplies she needed. In terms of uniform, all Ana had previously purchased was a baseball cap to keep her long black hair in check as she cleaned. Christine couldn't object if Ana wanted something different. In fact, after losing control the night before, she wasn't sure she could object to anything Ana did. Surprisingly, Christine found the loss of control somewhat rewarding. Thrilling, even.
"OK, I'm going back to my room to study," Ana said.
Christine watched as the cute girl turned and walked away. Why was Ana wearing a maid's headpiece if she was going to study?
* * *
The next day followed a similar pattern. Christine left for work early and kept her mind occupied with a busy schedule. She had a board meeting with a charity organization in the evening, and she was happy to postpone going home. Still, she felt an unexpected eagerness develop inside her—a strange yearning to experience the humiliation of meeting the maid she had lost face in front of. The shame built as she approached her house and was followed by an increasingly familiar thrill.
Ana met her in the hallway. "Hi Mrs. Dahl! Did you have a nice day?"
She was wearing the same headpiece from the night before, but her typical jeans and t-shirt was replaced by a black dress. It was short with laced details at her chest and bottom hem. Christine found herself admiring how it wrapped Ana's petite body.
"Yes," Christine said eventually, realizing Ana had asked her a question. "Many meetings."
"I bet you showed them who's boss."
Yes, that's what she was. A boss. But in her own home she felt like anything but.
"Let me help you with that," Ana said and reached for Christine's coat.
Underneath, Christine wore her typical office uniform of a skirt and blouse. The similarity to how she dressed for her ritual reminded her of how her latest one ended, and she felt herself blushing. She was nearly a head taller than her maid, but she felt as if she were growing smaller by the minute in front of Ana's gaze.
"Is that a new dress?" Christine said, trying to steer the focus away from her.
"Yes, I decided I needed some new uniforms for the work I do around the house."
"It looks good on you," Christine said, and felt herself blushing. Why did she have to say that?
Ana didn't look the slightest surprised by Christine's compliment. "I got something for you too. I'll lay it out for you tomorrow morning."
And just like that, Ana left a dumbfounded Christine behind in the hallway. Was Ana deciding what her boss was going to wear for work now? That was just bizarre. Yet, Christine didn't protest.
* * *
By the next morning, Christine had concluded she must have misunderstood what Ana meant. English was Ana's second language after all. But not wanting to find out for sure, Christine snuck out of bed early, hoping to once again disappear before Ana woke up.
But as she came back from her shower, there was a line of neatly folded apparels on her bed. She looked around, wondering if Ana was still there. But Christine was left alone with this bizarre decision. What kind of signal would it send if she let Ana dictate her wardrobe?
Christine picked up the skirt. It was black, and while the style looked like something a business woman might wear, it seemed alarmingly short. She looked around again to make sure she was alone, both because she didn't want Ana to see her disrobe and because she felt embarrassed to even consider wearing what the maid had decided for her. A warm sensation spread inside her as she put the skirt on. It was rewarding to obey Ana.
The skirt was tight, but it fit perfectly. Christine realized the person who did her laundry probably had no problem getting her measurements right. Short and stringent, the skirt looked a lot like the ones she used for her ceremonies. Ana must have put two and two together after seeing her boss prancing around in a skirt like that and later finding her on the floor. Shame and excitement overwhelmed Christine as she remembered Ana's piercing gaze.
The other new item on the bed was a pair of stockings. Christine tried them on and found the skirt just barely covered the embellished lace ornaments at the top. She pulled nervously at the hem of her skirt, hoping it might magically grow longer.
Christine always wore string underwear under tight skirts to avoid pantylines, and it appeared Ana had the same idea. A white thong was laid out on the bed. The skirt fabric was stretchy, and Christine pulled the skirt to her waist before slipping the panties on. Much like she did in her ceremonies, she admired her own image in the mirror. Knowing that Ana had decided on the underwear made the touch of the sheer fabric electrifying.
The matching bra emphasized her chest more than Christine normally was comfortable with for work. And when she put on the white blouse, she realized it was the same one she wore for her latest ceremony, hugging tightly against her ample breasts. The memories made Christine flush with shame, but she didn't even consider removing the blouse.
Instead she put on a pair of high heels to accentuate her slender legs. Admiring herself in the mirror, she looked like the epitome of a sexy business woman, straight out of some erotic fantasy. Her own, specifically. And now Ana wanted her to look the part.
Christine hurried to get out of the house. She couldn't bear letting Ana see her in the clothes the maid had picked. It was irrational, of course. Ana would notice the clothes she laid out were gone. And even worse, Christine realized, Ana would see her coming back from work. Christine's mind was in turmoil all day. The embrace of the clothes constantly reminded Christine of her ordeal. The embarrassment and excitement grew concurrently throughout the day.
Arriving home, Ana again met her in the hallway. Christine felt flustered to be seen in the outfit her maid had picked, but Ana didn't seem to notice. Oddly, that made Christine feel even more flustered. Apparently it was so expected that Christine would obey that it wasn't even worth commenting on.
"Come, I need your help with something," Ana said. It wasn't until Christine had followed all the way into Ana's room that she registered the abnormality of her maid giving her direct instructions.
Christine rarely found herself in Ana's room. Pictures of friends and family decorated the walls, and organized stacks of books and papers filled the small desk. It was tidier than might be expected from a girl in her early twenties, but that wasn't surprising given Ana's inclination for cleanliness. Ana picked up a tiny white apron from her bed and wrapped it around her waist.
"Here, tie this," she said, turning her back to Christine.
Christine's shaky hands struggled to tie the knot. She felt a charge of excitement each time her fingers brushed against Ana's narrow waist. Realizing she was getting inappropriately turned on accelerated Christine's embarrassment. She shouldn't let herself become so affected. The young maid waited patiently, seemingly unmoved by Christine's strife.
"Thanks," Ana said once the apron was tied in her back. "I'm doing a laundry, and..." She paused, looking at Christine's blouse. "Perfect, that's just what I need to fill up a white load."
With that she reached for Christine's collar and started unbuttoning. Christine gaped. Her head was spinning, and somewhere in the back of her head was a voice telling her to put a stop to this outrageous behavior. But no part of her wanted to listen to that voice. Instead she complied in silence, passively letting her maid strip her. Once all buttons were undone, Ana slid the blouse from Christine's shoulder. Christine's chest heaved with nervous excitement.
"I'll just take this too," Ana said, offering no particular reason as she proceeded to unzip Christine's skirt and pull it over her hips.
Without a trace of protest, Christine remained frozen while Ana casually undressed her, acting like this was completely normal. Apparently Ana had decided not only to control what clothes Christine should wear, but also when to take them off. Christine was overwhelmed with embarrassment, especially since her exposure meant she had to reveal she compliantly wore the underwear Ana had picked for her that morning. Christine caught a hint of a pleased smirk in her maid's otherwise composed expression.
Without a word, Ana left, taking Christine's clothes with her. Christine found herself panting and alone, wondering what just happened. Her stockings and high heels made her predicament worse. These remnants of her business attire spoke volumes of the stature of the woman who just let her maid strip her at will.
Being in Ana's room only amplified her self-consciousness. In lack of better options, Christine decided to leave. As she walked out in the living room, Ana stood there watching, not hiding in the slightest that she was staring at her boss and landlady prancing around in nothing but her underwear. Christine did her best to act unperturbed, but it was impossible. Her exposure, her heels against the floor, and her arousal all reminded her of how she usually pranced around in a state of heightened eroticism during her ceremonies. Without realizing it, she added a swagger to her hips.
As she continued up the stairs, she was certain Ana was watching, and it filled her with erotic joy. The moment she shut the door to her bedroom behind her, she collapsed on the bed, pulled her panties down and started rubbing her clit furiously. Her arousal manifested itself in her dripping wetness. Realizing she was moaning out loud, she felt ashamed that Ana might hear her. But that shame pushed her over the edge. She screamed out uncontrollably as the orgasm took her. In the haze, Ana's strict gaze appeared in Christine's mind, escalating the bliss.
Ch. 3. A prop
Christine's mind was in turmoil the next day. As usual, her schedule was busy with meetings, but the knot in her stomach made it difficult to focus. It wasn't so much what had happened the day before that made Christine unsettled. Sure, the memory of being stripped still filled her with embarrassment, but that flavor of shame came with a lustful sensation that she found increasingly addictive. What she felt now was different.
Neither was it the fact that she was wearing the clothes Ana had decided for her that bothered Christine. She wasn't even surprised when she once again found them laid out for her in the morning. It was what Ana hadn't laid out that caused the problem. How could Ana expect Christine to go to work without panties?
And yet, what agitated Christine was that she hadn't obeyed. Even though she knew better than to assume it was an oversight on Ana's behalf, Christine had made a last-minute decision to put on panties. It just seemed too much to go without around the office. And she rationalized that Ana wouldn't be able to know what she wore at the office. Like the day before, she snuck out without running into Ana.
"Are you OK?" Christine's secretary asked, peaking into Christine's office.
Christine looked up from her computer. "What?"
The screen had gone to black. How long had she been sitting there, ruminating in angst?
"You look a bit pale," her secretary said. "Do you think you might be coming down with something?"
Christine shook her head. The sickness she was developing wasn't something she could discuss.
"There's a package for you," the secretary continued when Christine didn't respond. She placed a brown package on Christine's desk before leaving.
Christine went back to thinking about her disobedience. It was stupid, Christine realized. She didn't owe Ana anything. Still, Christine couldn't help feeling like she had betrayed her maid.
Eventually Christine's eyes fell on the package her secretary left on her desk. Christine hadn't ordered anything. She was stunned when she opened the package and found an old-school feather duster. She picked it up and studied it. It easy to guess who it was from. Apparently Ana wanted Christine to think of her maid at work. Christine felt a rush of excitement, which was followed by the tightening knot in her stomach.
There was a note in the box.
"Bring this home with you tonight."
Home. Christine had been concerned with leaving the house before Ana caught her. Somehow she had blocked out the obvious fact that she would have to see her maid tonight. What would Christine say if Ana asked about going panty-less? And what if Ana did more than ask? The mere thought made Christine gasp. Without giving it a second though, she pulled her panties off and hid them in her jacket. There she was, a professional business woman removing her underwear in the office for no reason other than to please her maid.
Christine immediately felt relieved. She couldn't for the life of her see why she hadn't obeyed in the first place. One reason she put them on against Ana's will was that Christine thought the constant reminder of her obedience might be too distracting for work. But quite the opposite, when she finally gave in and obeyed, it significantly improved her focus. It added a shimmer of erotic humiliation to her day, which she intensified by keeping the feather duster in clear view on her desk, but that humiliation somehow seemed to energize her. Of course she should follow Ana's instructions. It was the natural thing to do.
As she approached her front door, the thought of demonstrating her compliance to Ana once again filled Christine with shame. But this was the type of shame she was learning to adore. She was even disappointed when Ana didn't meet her at the door. Without even considering changing out of her clothes, she went to her study to prepare for next day meetings. She placed the feather duster on the desk beside her, eager to show she brought it home as instructed.
It took several hours before Christine heard the door to Ana's room open. Heart pounding, Christine listened as steps approached. She straightened her skirt in a nervous attempt to look her best.
When Ana appeared in the door frame, Christine froze like a deer in the headlight. There stood Ana in a uniform that looked a lot like the archetype of a sexy maid costume someone might put on for a saucy dress-up party. But Ana wasn't dressed up for pretense. She truly was a sexy maid, and nothing in her expression signaled facetiousness. Ana's silent strictness made Christine aghast.
Christine's voice was too weak to initiate a conversation. And when Ana didn't speak, Christine eventually turned her focus back to the computer, pretending to resume her work. But the letters on the screen looked like fuzzy gibberish. She held her breath when Ana suddenly stepped over and picked up the feather duster.
Ana studied the duster for a moment, stroking the feathers against her palm. Without a word, she proceeded to casually dust around Christine. Christine felt the whole display was for her benefit. Or more correctly for her shame. Ana was meant to be Christine's subordinate, and the more Christine was reminded of this, the clearer the power exchange between them became.
Ana brushed the duster against Christine's hand. At first it seemed accidental, but then Ana casually continued the casual caress. The touch was light, and when she continued up Christine's arm, Christine could barely feel it through her blouse. But Ana's domineering behavior was crystal clear. When Ana stepped around to trace the duster up over Christine's shoulder and down the other arm, the maid's battering heels against the floor sounded like a dramatic drum beat through the otherwise silent room. Christine gasped when Ana suddenly pulled back her chair.
"Stand up."
Ana's short command was the first words spoken by either of them. Christine didn't hesitate to obey.
Aiming the feathers at Christine's waist, Ana caressed her way around her shivering prey. She worked her way upwards and didn't shy away when she reached Christine's heaving chest. Rather, she made a point to circle her boss' large breasts through the strained blouse, as if claiming them. Christine's head was spinning. How could this be happening?
Ana caresses moved down Christine's torso. Reaching the skirt, she continued down below the hem. The duster against Christine's legs spurred goose bumps. Increasingly, Ana focused on the inside of Christine's thighs, repeatedly allowing the duster to reach far under the skirt to the naked skin above Christine's stockings. Christine's mouth fell open in awe as she felt the duster so close to her aching pussy.
Ana suddenly stepped back. Too embarrassed to meet Ana's piercing eyes, Christine stared at the floor.
"Lift it," Ana commanded.
Christine's eyes opened wide. In shock and confusion, she raised her gaze to meet Ana's. To emphasize her command, Ana sternly pointed the duster at Christine's skirt.
Christine bent at the knees to reach the bottom hem of her skirt. Ever so slowly, she obediently started to raise her skirt. Ana nodded approvingly, adding a shimmer of glee to Christine's predicament.
Overcome with embarrassment, Christine paused halfway up her thighs. She looked imploringly at Ana, pleading for mercy. But Ana just raised her brows in a challenging stare, and Christine continued her compliant exhibition. Every inch felt like a humiliating mile. Christine could tell she was wet, and soon Ana would be able to tell. As if it wasn't outrageous enough to expose herself, Christine was also about to reveal how excited it made her.
But Christine's will to obey was too strong. In a moment of bold submissiveness, she pulled the skirt all the way to her waist. There she was, presenting her pussy for no reason other than Ana's command. Christine was overcome with embarrassment, but Ana's pleased smirk felt like a great reward. And there was a glimmer of excitement in the maid's expression as she unwaveringly took in Christine's exposure. Christine found the blonde strand of pubes above her otherwise bare pussy to be an attractive lure. The possibility that Ana might appreciate it filled her with submissive joy.
Ana stepped in close and resumed her caress with the duster. She moved it over Christine's naked thighs and hips, teasingly close to Christine's dripping wet pussy. Not knowing what to do with her hands, Christine placed them on her trembling chest in an intuitive attempt to make sure she wasn't interfering.
Ana circled around, lightly swirling the feathers over Christine's naked ass. How could such a tender caress feel so imperious? Christine tensed up as she felt the feathers increasingly focus on the center of her ass, repeated moving up and down over her crack.
"Bend forward."
By the time she registered what Ana had commanded, Christine's body had already complied. She placed her hands on the desk in front of her. Yet, Ana wasn't quite satisfied. She pressed on Christine's lower back, instigating an arching posture. Christine knew this pose presented an enticing view of her most intimate parts. Glorious humiliation ran through her veins when Ana stepped back to take in the explicit display of Christine's ass and pussy.
Then Ana returned and resumed her caress. Christine marveled at the delicate sensation of the feathers. Ana swirled over Christine's ass, and at first the feathers touch against Christine's exposed openings seemed incidental. But Ana homed in, and soon Christine found herself panting at the touch of feathers against her most sensitive spots.
Christine flinched when she suddenly felt the caress of something harder. She gasped as she realized Ana had turned the duster around and was now caressing Christine with the handle, moving it up and down between her cheeks. This was crazy, she thought. Sure, Christine's body was on fire, begging for stimulation. But if Ana was about to do what Christine thought, then surely that was too much!
And yet, Christine didn't want to call quits on this insanity. Deep down, she knew she had long since yielded up her pride. When she felt the handle grace her puckered hole, she responded instinctively and pressed her upper body flat against the desk. Whatever Ana wished to do with her, Christine was ready.
To Christine's surprise, Ana suddenly removed the handle. Christine found herself disappointed that the humiliating intrusion had stopped. But she wasn't left alone for long. Ana parted Christine's cheeks with a steady grip and spit straight at Christine's asshole. Christine yelped. She couldn't tell whether Ana's indecent act was to assert her authority or to make sure Christine was properly prepared. All Christine knew was that she had never felt so dominated in her life. And she loved it. Eyes closed, she waited for Ana to do as she pleased.
Ana returned the handle, slowly circling Christine's lubricated rim. Christine held her breath as she focused on the sensation. Ever so gently, Ana pressed the tip of the handle against Christine's increasingly craving opening. Christine relaxed, and marveled at the sensation of the delicate insertion. Ana quickly retracted the handle, but not for long. Teasingly, she repeatedly penetrated Christine with the tip. Christine found herself pushing back, pleading for more.
Christine's mouth fell open in a silent scream when Ana granted her wish, pushing the handle inside Christine's ass in a slow but steady motion. Christine's head was spinning with lust. The remnants of her dignity screamed she shouldn't be doing this. She shouldn't want to. But she did, and there was no point trying to make sense of it. All that mattered was that Ana wanted to subject Christine to this humbling act.
Ana moved the handle to and fro, expertly toying Christine's sensitive opening. Christine had pleasured her ass countless times before, but this time Ana was doing it. That made the thrill a million times stronger. Christine greedily pushed back against the handle to get it deep inside her. What a sight she must be, ass in the air with the feather duster rocking back and forth like a plumed bunny tail.
Christine lost her sense of time as Ana continued to fuck her. Any remnants of reluctance were long gone, and Christine moaned uncontrollably. Bravely, she forced her eyes out of hiding and looked back over her shoulder.
And there was Ana with a fierce look on her face, domineeringly thrusting the handle in and out of Christine's yielded ass. And just like the time Ana caught Christine fucking herself, the maid had that hint of excitement in her eyes that filled Christine with joy.
"Go on, do it," Ana said.
And just like that, Christine came. She screamed out ecstatically, her ass squeezing tight around the handle. The humbling experience of climaxing before a spectator amplified the intensity. And it wasn't just any spectator—it was her adored maid. Even through the peak of her quakes, Christine forced herself to keep looking at Ana. The strict gaze that stared back rode Christine deeper into elation.
Ana gently fucked Christine through the aftershocks. When Christine stopped shivering, she slowly removed the handle. Christine was deeply affected by the experience, and for lack of better options, she collapsed on the floor. And even as she regained her control, she felt strangely content with what she had done. With Ana towering over her, Christine didn't lower her head in shame. Instead she looked up, hopeful for Ana's approval.
Ana rewarded her with a pleased smirk. Ceremoniously, she lifted the gold chain from Christine's neck. With the feather duster in one hand and the key to Christine's secret cabinet dangling from the other, Ana turned and walked away, leaving Christine spent and confused on the floor.
"Go to bed, Senhora," Ana said, not turning back. "No more play for a while now."
Ch. 4. A new normal
Christine walked slowly across her living room with just a hint of exaggerated swagger to her hips. In a sexy business suit and with her blonde hair neatly arranged, she looked like she normally did for her bi-weekly rituals. And that was the purpose. Or at least that's what she assumed it was. Ana's instructions had been very brief.
A week and a day had passed since the night Ana used the handle on Christine's ass. Like flicking a switch, all had gone back to the old normal the following morning. There were no clothes laid out for Christine, no instructions and no insinuations. Christine's kids returned from their father, and Ana went to see her friend Camilla for the weekend, leaving without acknowledging anything significant had transpired.
Christine could have internalized that charade if it wasn't for the night with the feather duster. Everything Ana had said and done up until that point could have been written off as a misunderstanding. So what if Ana decided to change her wardrobe when working around the house? Lots of maids had proper uniforms. And so what if Ana helped Christine undress to get some extra clothes for the laundry? They were both women, and Ana came from a culture Christine assumed was more liberal about these sorts of things. And the way Ana had taken control of what Christine was wearing could have been written off as innocent. Ana might just have decided to expedite Christine's busy schedule with yet another helpful task.
But what happened on that momentous night left little room for interpretation. Ana had simply fucked Christine's ass with the maid's prop. And Christine had simply adored it. That had happened.
Now, a week and a day later, Christine hoped for more, but she had no idea what. Tonight would normally be her bi-weekly ceremony of anal indulgence. About this time, she would normally go to see Ana off in the hallway. Now she was going to the maid's bedroom, not sure what to expect.
Christine knocked softly on the door. "Ana? You wanted to see me."
There was no response. Christine knocked again and listened with her ear against the door. Nothing. Wary, she took out the note from where she'd tucked it into her bra to keep Ana's instruction close to her heart. Christine had received the handwritten piece of paper in a sealed envelope at work, and she'd read the words countless times throughout the day. Yet, she read them again.
"Senhora,
When you get home tonight, put on the same clothes you wore two weeks ago on the night I caught you. They will be laid out for you. When dressed, go to my room.
Ana"
The brief and commanding tone was such a contrast to how Ana had acted the past days. The maid's demanding gaze had been planted in Christine's mind when she waited for Ana to come back from Camilla's place the previous weekend. But when Ana came back Sunday evening, Christine could tell the maid was still acting like nothing unusual had happened.
"Hi Mrs. Dahl! Did you have a nice weekend? I had such a great time at Camilla's. We watched another scary movie, and had a bake-off, and we went on a long walk..."
Christine listened as Ana rambled on. The young Latina seemed even more bubbly than usual. It was a warm contrast to the stern aura Ana had while fucking Christine into submission with the feather duster. But apparently they were pretending that hadn't happened. Ana was back in her typical jeans and t-shirt, that too a contrast to the mental images Christine had stored of the maid.
"But it's nice to be back home," Ana said as she stopped her ramblings.
To Christine's surprise, Ana casually hugged her. Christine was caught off guard and it took a long time before she responded and hugged Ana back. It was a tender touch, and Christine felt her body heat up. Ana smiled, and just before she turned to walk to her room, she casually lifted the gold chain out from underneath her t-shirt, leaving the key dangling before Christine's eyes. Images from the night when Ana took it from her flashed through Christine's mind, making her overcome with desire. In silence, she watched as Ana walked away.
Such had the week continued. With Ana's diligent help, Christine took care of business, kids, and social commitments. If it wasn't for that chain around Ana's neck, the previous week might have seemed like a vivid dream. Ana would casually let the key show, and while the young Latina made it look incidental, Christine was convinced it was on purpose.
And something had changed in their relationship. Ana acted sweeter than ever. Affectionate, even. Sure, they had never been particularly formal around the house, but now Ana seemed to lack boundaries. It wasn't just the new normal of greeting Christine with a soft embrace. In passing, Ana would tuck Christine's blonde hair behind her ear or briefly caress the older woman's shoulder.
"What are you watching?" Ana asked as she joined Christine in the TV room one evening.
"Just some murder mystery," Christine said.
"Any good?"
"It's OK. I think the butler did it."
Ana smiled as she took a seat on the couch next to Christine. "Those sneaky servants. Always up to no good."
Christine didn't respond, but she felt herself blush. She wouldn't have thought twice about that comment before. Now she had instant flashbacks to the things Ana had done. To Christine's shock, Ana casually put her hand on hers. Heart racing, Christine stared straight ahead, pretending to focus on the TV. But she had lost the plot. All her attention was concentrated on Ana's electrifying touch. When the show ended, Ana leaned in and hugged Christine before saying goodnight.
Christine cherished each and every one of these tender gestures. And yet, the sweeter Ana was, the more Christine longed to see the stern persona that hid underneath.
Now standing outside Ana's room, Christine re-read the note over and over. It didn't actually say Ana would be in her room, just that Christine should go there. Coming home and finding the door shut, Christine had just assumed Ana would be waiting behind it.
Christine knocked again, a bit harder this time. Slowly, she opened the door.
"Hello?"
Christine peeked inside. Assuring herself no one was there, she slowly tiptoed into Ana's room. It didn't look as tidy as she remembered it. The closet doors were opened, revealing that the closets had been emptied. The pictures of Ana's friends and family were gone. On top of the bed, which was stripped of its bedding, lied packed bags.
Christine grew anxious. What was going on? Had Ana decided to leave after all? This is what Christine foresaw after Ana caught her on the floor with a wall-mounted cock in her ass. Part of her had even hoped Ana would leave and save Christine from humiliation. But a lot had happened since then. Christine had grown to adore the humiliation. And hadn't Ana seemed eager to provide it?
It didn't make any sense. If Ana was leaving, then why on earth would she give Christine the instructions? If this was some strange parting gift, it was a cruel one.
The sound of keys in the front door broke Christine's train of thought. She started erratically stepping in different directions, not sure what to do with herself. If she'd misinterpret Ana's instruction, there was no reason to be in the maid's room. But she couldn't just burst out. Ana would notice. Not knowing quite what to do with herself, Christine waited awkwardly in the middle of the room, chest heaving as she heard steps approaching.
Two things struck Christine when Ana appeared in the door. First, Ana was wearing her coat, the same one she typically put on when leaving for her friend's house. This made Christine worried. Was this a sign Ana was merely picking up her bags to leave? And this time for good?
Secondly, Christine noticed Ana's expression. It was hard to read. Christine could tell it wasn't the bubbly and tender version of Ana that had arrived home. The collected appearance resembled the stern persona Christine had longed for all week, but Ana's eyes lacked the domineering fire. The two women stared at each other in silence. Christine's knees grew weaker by the second.
"Are you moving out?" Christine asked eventually.
Ana drew a slight smile. "Well, kind of, maybe."
"Oh," Christine said, knowing her mortification was showing.
"You see, Senhora," Ana continued. "I've been attracted to you since the day I saw you. But you're my employer, and I decided not to act on it. Everyone knows the power imbalance would be a problem. But then I discovered that under that polished surface hides a submissive slut that needs to be dominated."
The description sounded equal parts factual, humiliating and loving coming from Ana. Christine opened her mouth as if to speak, but she had no idea what she was going to say and was happy when Ana held up her hand.
"It's your decision, Senhora," Ana said, her voice somehow soft and sharp at the same time. "Either we go back to how things used to be and pretend nothing has happened. Or we continue on this path. I will still be your maid and you my employer. But starting tomorrow, I will take you as my lover. It's as simple as that."
"Tomorrow?" Christine asked.
Ana laughed. For a brief moment, the sweet and bubbly girl appeared in her expression.
"Yes," she said, her expression growing controlled again. "Tomorrow we will stay in bed all day. I have longed for your body for a long time, and I want to experience it in every way possible, Senhora. But the tender love will have to wait. Tonight, we will set the record straight."
The Latina moved in close. Christine felt herself tremble as Ana's breath caressed her face.
"You need to show you're ready to be my little slut," Ana whispered, and the domineering fire flared up in her eyes.
Christine yearned to kiss the sweet lips that spoke these flagrant words. She yearned to do whatever Ana wanted.
"If this is what you want, move my things into your bedroom," Ana said, abruptly turning to point at her bags. "I will be staying in there from now on."
Christine was left gaping as Ana left the room. Apparently Ana had decided on an all or nothing deal. No more subtleties or insinuations. No more pretending. Her maid was going to take Christine as a lover. But it wouldn't be a relationship based on equality. They would still have their employer-maid dynamics. And to balance it, Ana would take sexual control over Christine. What kind of life would that be?
Some faint part of Christine wanted to go back to the safety of her old routines. At least then she'd know what her life entailed. It wasn't a bad life at all, and she'd found a way to put a silver lining to her demanding schedule. But that wouldn't cut it anymore. Christine had tasted the wondrous sensation of being under Ana's control, and she would never be able to shake it.
And what Ana was offering was an irresistible package deal. Ana's contradictive personas seemed to amplify each other. The strict and demanding side was such a striking contrast to Ana's otherwise sweet demeanor. And the bubbly and girly side came off even sweeter after Christine experienced Ana's domination. Now Christine was offered it all. All she had to do was jump right in and accept the offer in its entirety. Nothing would ever be the same. And Christine was yearning to find out how.
There were three packed bags on the bed. She lifted the first one and carried it out of Ana's room.
Much like she had done that evening after removing Christine's skirt and blouse under the pretense of needing them for the laundry, Ana stood in the living room and watched as Christine walked by. Strangely, Christine felt more exposed now than when she pranced around in just her undergarments. What she was exposing wasn't her body—it was her will to submit unconditionally to Ana.
Returning for the second bag, Christine stopped in her tracks. The Latina was disrobing, and when the coat fell to the floor, she stood there in full maid costume. To complete the ensemble, she brought out the ruffled headpiece and tied it around her head. The slight smirk made it obvious she was aware of the effect she had on Christine.
When Christine came down for the last bag, she saw that Ana had moved over to the cabinet. An expectant thrill came over Christine when she noticed the drawer where she kept her sextoys was opened. But she didn't say anything. Instead she continued to courtly move Ana's things into their shared bedroom.
Returning back down, Christine had no idea what to do now that she'd showed her compliance. She stopped at the bottom of the stairs and lowered her head. It felt like the right thing to do.
"Come here," Ana commanded.
There was no doubt which of Ana's personas Christine was being treated to. Ana's unwavering gaze made Christine shiver. Her heart fluttered, but her legs obeyed and carried her towards the stoic maid. For what felt like an eternity, the two of them just stood there watching each other. Christine felt herself grow small.
"You may kiss me," Ana said.
Hands behind her back, the maid didn't move a muscle as she waited for Christine to accept the treat. Breath shivering, Christine leaned in. Cautiously, she puckered her lips and placed a delicate kiss on Ana's bottom lip. Ana didn't move. Strangely, the lack of response made Christine desire stronger. She let out a slight yelp before planting another kiss, this time at the corner of Ana's mouth. Statuesque in her petiteness, Ana remained impassive, permitting Christine to kiss her. Christine considered it a great privilege. The mouth she was kissing was the same mouth that delivered both sweet and domineering words. She continued to worship Ana's lips with submissive kisses.
Christine was suddenly yanked away with a tight grip on her hair. She gasped and stared in awe at Ana's fiery demeanor. All Christine desired was to please her maid. Ana pulled her back in, this time pressing their lips tight together. Forcefully, Ana's tongue invaded Christine's mouth. Christine responded by purposefully crouching down to make herself small. When Ana pulled Christine's mouth away, the two women were panting.
"Are you mine?" Ana asked through clenched teeth, still holding on to Christine by the back of the head.
Christine's answer was instant. "Yes. Please do with me as you wish. I only wish to serve you."
Her words sounded surprisingly steady given her racing heart. Ana looked pleased. She released the grip around Christine's hair and brought forth her other hand from behind her back. It held a plug shaped toy, and from the purple jewel at the base, Christine recognized it as her own. This was the one she usually prepared for her ceremonies with, but Ana had seized control over the draw in which Christine kept her toys.
"All of you?" Ana asked with a hint of a mischievous grin.
Christine didn't respond with words. Instead she turned and pulled up her skirt. The clothes Ana had laid out included no panties, and Christine presented her naked ass, framed by her garter belt. But that didn't suffice as a demonstration of her compliance. To demonstrate her complete submission, Christine kneeled and lay her upper body flat against the floor. The position made Christine's ass—open and exposed—her highest point of reference.
It took a long time before Ana did anything, but Christine felt surprisingly content to hold the humiliating pose. Her submission to Ana was her natural state, Christine realized. She yelped when Ana finally bowed down and spit between Christine's cheeks.
Ana ran the plug around Christine's exposed asshole, making Christine yearn for the toy. But she didn't push back. Her ass belonged to Ana, and it was up to the maid to decide how and when to use it. It took a lot of constraint not to respond when Ana proceeded to point the tip of the toy at Christine's craving ass. Much like she had done with the duster handle, Ana teased Christine's ass by repeatedly inserting the tip before removing it again. But the maid seemed more impatient this time, and it wasn't long before she pushed the entire plug past the rim, claiming Christine's ass. Ana pressed at the jewel base, making the toy rotate inside Christine.
"Thank you," Christine whispered.
Ana stepped over in front of Christine, who found herself facing Ana's dainty feet. Ana wore open shoes that exposed her toes, decorated with bright red nail polish.
"You may kiss me," Ana said.
Christine didn't waste a moment. Feeling blessed, she tended to Ana's feet, making sure to tenderly kiss each and every toe.
Christine felt a tug at her hair, forcing her to look up. Her eyes grew wide. Ana was lifting the front of her dress, proudly revealing that she too was lacking underwear. Ana's strand of dark pubes was such a contrast to her own, Christine thought. She gaped, marveling at the salivating sight. Luscious droplets coated Ana's folds, revealing that the maid was unmistakably excited from dominating Christine. It filled Christine with erotic delight.
"You may kiss me," Ana said.
Christine looked up, as if doubting she deserved this honor. But Ana nodded. Christine felt as if she were in a deep trance as she leaned close, breathing in Ana's intoxicating scent. Puckering her lips, she planted a soft kiss straight on Ana's pussy. The sensation was breathtaking, and she considered it a great reward. As she continued her venerating kisses, she found herself adoring how Ana's pubes tickled her face. When she noticed a drop of Ana's excitement was about to fall, she instinctively caught it with her tongue. The exhilarating taste felt divine. Christine bowed down for deeper access and ran her tongue over Ana's wet lips.
Ana soon pulled Christine away, making the older woman worried she had overstepped. But instead she was rewarded with a precious gift. Ana turned and lifted her skirt in the back, presenting her tight ass for Christine.
"You may kiss me," Ana said.
Christine dove in and let her devoted mouth roam, cherishing the sensation of Ana's smooth ass against her face. Ana rewarded her by bending at hips, parting her cheeks for Christine. Christine's mind was a haze of desire—every inch of the girl looked like it was designed for worship. For a moment, Christine thought about how odd it was that she had found it immensely humbling to expose her most private parts to Ana but now felt dominated by the sight of the maid's enticing asshole. But there was no point trying to make sense of it. They merely had different roles and Christine's was to serve. Without hesitation, Christine leaned in and placed a delicate kiss on Ana's asshole. The Latina responded with a deep sigh. It encouraged Christine. Over and over, she pressed her lips against Ana's puckered opening.
Soon, her tongue leaped out. It was spontaneous at first, but once she had a taste, she craved more. Her tender kisses escalated quickly to a full on make-out session with Ana's asshole. Filled with submissive joy, she continued to worship her domina's ass.
Ana suddenly straightened up and stepped away, letting the dress fall to cover her ass. Yet, Christine wasn't worried that her prize was taken from her. She could tell the Latina was high on domineering lust and would soon make Christine serve again.
Ana instructed Christine to lie flat on her back, offering a cushion for her head. Facing Christine's feet, Ana towered over her prey, placing one foot on either side of Christine's head. Slowly, she lowered herself onto Christine's face. The maid's dress blocked out the rest of the world, and in that moment the sensation of Ana's ass against her face was the only thing that mattered for Christine.
Gently at first, the maid started grinding on top of Christine. But Ana was in dominating heat, and it wasn't long before she was rubbing her pussy and ass all over Christine's face. Christine had moved into a state of complete servitude, and she licked obediently at all her tongue could reach. There she was, a CEO of a large corporation, on the floor with her skirt pulled to her waist, having her face ridden into submission by her maid. Without realizing it, she rotated her hips to make the toy in her ass grind inside her.
With a forceful yank, Ana pulled Christine's blouse apart, sending the buttons flying over the living room. Christine adored the domineering act and moaned appreciatively under Ana's skirt. Ana pulled Christine's large breasts free from their bra.
Her fascination with Christine's tits seemed to occupy Ana, and she haltered her grinding motion while she greedily groped away. Her asshole was steady against Christine's mouth and Christine instinctively stiffened her tongue. Ana pressed back, allowing Christine to penetrate her ass. Ana grunted in approval, and resumed her grinding motion, fucking herself with Christine's darting tongue. Each back-thrust forced Christine's tongue deeper. Lost in selfish pleasure, Ana started to rub her clit with one hand while using the other to amuse herself with Christine's tits.
"Yes! That's it, Senhora. Give me your tongue! Serve me!"
Ana started screaming incoherently, the cacophony escalating in concordance with her thrusts. And then she suddenly grew perfectly quiet. Christine felt the maid spasming on top of her, and her devoted tongue continued to worship Ana through her climax.
Ana remained softly grinding on Christine's face though her comedown. Christine was immensely proud that she had made her maid come. She felt this was her place, and she would have gladly stayed there forever. But Ana had a promising grin on her face when she eventually moved away, exposing Christine to the world beyond the maid's dress.
"Stand up, my slut," Ana commanded. "Undress me."
Christine stumbled to her feet. Ana turned her back towards Christine, and content with her servitude, Christine's hands were steady as she lowered the zipper of the maid's dress. It soon fell to the floor. Ana's perky little tits needed no bra, and she stood there in all her naked glory, letting Christine take her in. Only the gold chain with the key to Christine's draw covered her petite body.
"Go to the drawer and fetch it," Ana said and lifted the chain from her neck.
Christine had no idea what "it" was, but she didn't ask any questions. Like so many times before, she inserted the key into the secret drawer. She found it now contained a new item—a black dildo attached to a harness. With a solemn expression, Christine carried it over to Ana.
"Put it on me," Ana commanded.
Without skipping a beat, Christine sunk to her knees. Ana waited stoically as Christine fastened the harness. It took Christine's dazed brain a while to sort out the straps, but time was not of the essence. What mattered was that Ana was pleased with the result.
"Lead the way," Ana said. "We're going to bed."
On her way towards the stairs, Christine caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror. She looked a mess. Her skirt was yanked up to her hips, and her torn blouse exposed her tits. Her face was coated with saliva and Ana's juices, and her makeup was smeared. But this was evidence of her servitude, and Christine had never felt more beautiful.
And behind Christine walked Ana, the headpiece now the only remnants of her maid's attire. With the latex cock protruding in front of her, the Latina looked enthrallingly powerful. Christine swayed her ass as she continued up the stairs, hoping it would inspire Ana.
Once inside the bedroom, Christine waited patiently next to the bed while Ana paraded around, as if familiarizing herself with her new bedroom. She seemed entirely unperturbed by her nakedness and the bouncing latex cock. Christine felt hypnotized, eager to see Ana use the strap-on.
Eventually Ana took out a tube of lubricant from one of her bags and handed it to Christine. "Prepare it."
Christine sunk to her knees and started to coat the dildo. She had done this many times before in preparation for her indulgent ceremonies but knowing that this cock was attached to Ana magnified the expectant thrill. Christine pumped her fist over the cock, familiarizing herself with the novel surface.
"That's enough," Ana said. "Get on the bed."
Christine didn't need to ask how to position herself. On her hands and knees, she presented her ass with the jeweled toy to her owner. She shivered as she felt the bed move behind her.
Ana slowly pulled the plug from Christine's ass. The void sensation left Christine yearning, but she knew it wouldn't last. This was going to be their first night in their bedroom, and she was certain Ana was going to set the appropriate precedent. Christine didn't flinch when Ana placed the latex cock at her asshole.
Ana thrust forward, and Christine moaned as the strap-on stretched her. It didn't take long for Ana to work the entire thing into Christine's appreciative ass. Pressing her hips against Christine's cheeks, Ana held still for a moment, allowing Christine to familiarize herself with the deep penetration.
Ana began thrusting, smacking against Christine's ass. She seized Christine by the hair and placed the other hand in a tight grip at the waist. Christine cherished the sensation of being controlled, inside and out. And as Ana continued to ride her with increasing force, Christine knew her precious ceremonies would never be the same again.
* * *
From that day, Christine's life had a new normal. On the surface, things stayed the same. With Ana's help, she took care of all her duties—business, kids, and charities. But as soon as they had the house to themselves, Christine had but one duty—to serve her dominant maid.
