Gentle Molly is tested, learns a little about her Mistress, and sinks further into depravity as she loves every minute. Be warned that this is no “how to guide”, and health and safety isn’t a thing, but no real maids were harmed in the crafting of this story xxx

Cold daylight woke us as the curtains were rudely opened by the housekeeper.

“What time do you call this you pair of lazy sluts?”

Everything ached. My hips and shoulders were so stiff as I hustled out of bed.

Helen was mortified. “So sorry Mrs Bates, I don’t know what came over… Oh!”

The angry housekeeper took hold of Helen’s ear, and frogmarched her towards the window.

My hand flew to my mouth. Surely she wouldn’t…

Mrs Bates didn’t defenestrate Helen, but forcefully bent her over the convenient ledge of the window seat, yanked up the poor girl’s nightgown and laid into her arse with a slipper.

“Impudent… lazy… trollops the PAIR of you!”

My knees were shaking, I couldn’t watch Helen be punished. I blocked out her plaintive cries for mercy as I hurriedly stripped off and dressed myself. I had to put on underwear. Certainly I wouldn’t be able to leave off my underwear and molest my tits with the housekeeper here. My eyes welled up at the wondered of what Miss Alice would do to me when she found out I’d disobeyed.

Poor Helen took the brunt of Mrs Bates wrath. Dozens of blows rained down on her tender bottom. By the time my friend was allowed to stand up and cover herself I stood waiting, terrified.

“Bend over girl! You’ve wasted enough of my time.”

I lifted my skirts and lay forward, whimpering as my bruised tits pressed against the window sill.

“What on earth?” she gasped.

Her rough hand traced over the deep welts on my thighs and calves from where chains had dug in. The livid hand prints on my hips from where Miss Alice had gripped hand fulls of flesh as she pounded me.

Ever so gently, Mrs Bates separated the cheeks of my arse to examine me there. “You poor devil,” she tutted.

I winced as she deftly pulled my skirts down, and sat on the seat beside me. She patted my rump. “Fetch yourselves some bread and butter. Rooms were done hours ago, you can both help in the kitchen. Go on. Get!”

The old woman had seen right up my bottom. I thought how swollen and ugly it looked, if it was as bruised and battered as it felt. Why had she shown mercy? Didn’t she find out how complicit she was already in our degradation?

Helen gave me a dirty look as we headed downstairs. “Not one stroke,” she scoffed. “I reckon you’ll be under the housekeeper’s skirts too soon enough.” She rubbed her backside gingerly.

Was I relieved to avoid the slipper, or disappointed?

I flushed beet red as we entered the kitchen. Other maids tittered, a footman leered at us. To their disappointment, Helen quickly assembled a plate full of bread and butter and spirited me away down a servants passageway.

“In here.”

It was a largish pantry with a bolt on the inside. I’d been forced inside before by the butler. A narrow single glazed window let in a bit of grey daylight. We sat on lumpy sacks of flour and potatoes and ate. Hurried heavy footsteps passed outside and as they faded, Helen looked me up and down and set her plate apart.

“Thanks for last night,” she said.

“WillMrs Bates separate us?” I asked.

“No. Lady Cranwell might though. I think she’ll have you up in her room for good soon.” She shifted uncomfortably then. “Or downstairs in the cellar.”

I gulped. “Did you know about this deal they made with my father? Does everyone know?”

“I don’t think she’s telling the truth,” Helen said bluntly. “I think she made that up to break your spirit, so you’d do those dirty things for her. So you’d think no-one else cared about you.”

“What? But why?”

“She’s a cold hearted bitch. I would be too in her shoes.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “The way she said it, I can’t believe anyone’s capable of breaking such an intimate trust, I…”

“Put it this way. Your dad is a career military man. You’re on his personnel record. Why would he risk everything for a few quid? All this kinky twisted stuff? I’d bet good money he knows nothing about any of it. He needs you safely married off as soon as he can afford it with no scandal.”

It made my head hurt. “I don’t know what to believe.”

“It doesn’t change anything. We do as we’re told, we stay strong but we keep our heads down. Just keep in mind she is powerless outside this house, and unlike you, she’s stuck here for life. Mind games, Molly. These high born bitches have nothing to live for but mind games.”

“But we’re completely powerless, because this is her house! Don’t aggravate her.”

“I’m not aggravating her. I’m helping you,” Helen sniffed. “And I’d lose the underwear if I were you.”

“Oh?” I giggled, “that’s why you brought me down here.”

“Don’t be daft, we don’t have time to get frisky. I just meant make sure it’s just your dress you have on if the bitch summons you.” She sidled up close to me and I felt a familiar heat create in my core as she began to unfasten my bodice. “I thought you might let me do the honors again?” She bit her lip and gave me a lovely half smile.

“I’d b… be much obliged to you,” I breathed.

She pulled a hankie out of her pocket. “Hold this between your teeth.”

It smelled faintly of orange blossom. I closed my eyes as she began toying with my body. Her willing hands rolled and squeezed my tits, and God! As I was sitting up higher, her mouth was level with them. I moaned deep in my throat as she began to nurse. She took me deep into her hot mouth, pulsing, suckling, taking her time, as though just the taste of me was enough to thrill her.

I squeezed my legs together, in vain, my wetness spilled from me and my clit ached as she mouthed my nipples and worked my breasts. The slippery heat of her tongue circled my hardened teats, the tingling flush spread, swelling my lips. I breathed her name into the sweet scented cloth, begging, longing. Just a touch, just a tiny brush of one finger on my clit would have sent me over the edge. Or a tongue, damn my filthy heart.

“I’d love to bite down and mark you,” Helen said hungrily, “Hang me for a coward.” She straightened herself up. “Look, Molly. Show me your gorgeous eyes.”

That was all the warning I got before she grabbed hold of both hard wet nipples and dragged me off my seat and up onto my tip toes, twisting. She was vicious! I was caught in her sadistic pleasure. Lost in the euphoria I saw in those soft brown pools, I moaned into her handkerchief.

It hurt! Somehow that made my cunt clench tighter than a fist. I had no time to think, my body shuddered as I came for her.

“There.” She patted the tortured nubs gently and fastened up my bodice. “Now you’re ready for anything.”

She took the hankie from my mouth and tucked it into my sleeve. “For luck.” Then she softly kissed my lips, unlocked the door, and slipped away.

I was an utter wreck. I gathered the plates and wobbled my way back to the kitchen. When the sullen footman made me kneel for him I’d never been so willing to be used.

His cockhead was soon squelching away at the back of my throat, and I barely heaved even though I’d only just eaten. What a whore I had become. He laughed as he spilled deep inside and I guzzled it all down, licking and kissing even as he pulled away.

“You’re an eager little tart, ain’t ya!” He mussed my hair affectionately. “Come up, up now little Molly. Someone’s waiting.”

It was Stella the upstairs maid. I was barely on my feet as she grabbed my arm and hustled me out of the kitchen.

“Mon Dieu!” she fussed, “I was looking for you since breakfast. Our Madame? She is not good.”

“Oh Stella.” My voice broke into nothing but a whimper, “Again already? It’s not even… not even been a day since…”

“Oh ma petite chérie, ne pleure pas! Madame she is not, how you say? Fâchée… angry? Not to you, son chouchou, oh non. No crying.”

I followed her, not at all convinced. I squeezed Helen’s hankie and dabbed away my tears. Keep our heads down, don’t complain, stay strong, she had said. But this was the fourth pair of hands that had laid claim to my body in as many hours and though it was my duty, I was wary of it.

We entered her Ladyship’s apartment and Stella gently stripped me, pried the hankie from my fist and set it with my dress. “Go to her,” she smiled her encouragement, “s’il te plaît?”

The chambermaid stood by the door watching as I padded barefoot through the sitting room into the bedroom.

Miss Alice was sitting at the hearth still in her nightgown. Her needlepoint was trailing off her lap, and a piece of paper, a letter perhaps, was clutched tight in her hand. I dropped to my knees and crawled to her, dared to rescue the embroidery frame and set it apart.

She looked down at me in a most un-Miss Alice-like fashion. No desire or cruelty there at all. Still she put me into place with my bruised bottom towards the warmth of the fire, and rested her feet on my back. Stella quietly closed the door.

I could feel the tension in my lady’s entire body, even though our only point of contact was her stockinged heels on my back. Gradually she relaxed, though I had no idea how long we stayed like that. It was peaceful, meditative. I feel I must have been a genuine comfort to her rather than a crude vessel for her to pour her lust into. My stomach roiled with nerves as she leaned to pick something up, but it was only her needlework.

I emptied my mind again until the light began to fade and she summoned Stella to close the drapes and light the lamps.

“Excusez-moi, voulez-vous des rafraîchissements madame?”

“Tea please, Stella. And a little something more, if you please, for you and our pet.”

“Merçi.” She bobbed her little curtsey as she left.

My back was unburdened and I couldn’t help but gasp and squeeze my eyes shut as a hand settled on my rear.

“Dear me, we did get a little carried away last night, didn’t we!”

I tried hard to breathe my nerves away. I was at peace with it, I scolded myself. This was my duty.

“You’ll forgive me today pet, I am too wrung out to play hard. But I appreciate your service.”

She leaned down and planted the daintiest of kisses right on my filthy pucker! Bear in mind I had not had time to wash at all since she’d assaulted it, and I’d come twice since then for Helen, it must have been rank with sweat and worse. Her lips felt so sweet, butterfly soft on the tender flesh. She wrinkled her nose and giggled. Turned her attention back to my equally disheveled head and tousled my hair.

“Kiss my feet pet. All over. Then take off my stockings and do it again.”

“Yes Miss Alice,” I stammered.

How odd. That flutter of arousal she had sparked with her lips on that most shameful place spread right up through my belly to my aching tits. I didn’t care that I had still had my arse in the air when Stella came back with the tray.

By then I had Alice’s stockings off, and was licking right between each pampered fragrant toe, massaging her arches with both my hands. She adjusted herself in the chair, fidgeting with arousal. What had I done? Playing with her dainty feet was improving both her mood and her libido, it was terrifying but mesmerizing all the same.

I played a path of kisses up her calf to the back of her knee, then teased back down to her toes. I put out my tongue, and shamelessly licked up her shin, stopping at her knees, asking with my eyes only, begging like a puppy.

“After tea perhaps,” she said breathlessly. “Mmm Stella. That tongue of hers. She’s not as skilled as you yet, Piglet, but she will test us.” She snapped her fingers and I came up to my knees. She finally took an interest in my bruised teats. “I admit, I thought I’d be chastising you daily for going easy on yourself, but you really have done us all proud.”

“Thank you Miss Alice.” I settled with my hands clasped behind me lest I inadvertently cover any part of myself she wished to see.

“Stella. Have the other chambermaids draw me a nice hot bath in the other room. I want it ready within the hour.”

“Oui Madame,” she said, but she looked a little troubled. She glanced at me in sympathy as she closed the door.

Oh God.

“I see the little wheels going round,” Miss Alice said as she nibbled on a toasted teacake. “Here pet.” She broke off a piece laden with fruit and fed it to me. “Don’t you want to be clean?”

“Believe me Miss Alice, I only want to make you happy,” I said. “I was worried for you when Stella came to fetch me.”

“Nevermind that. If you still give a fig about me when I’m done with you tonight, I’ll be surprised.”

I gulped. I had to choke down the next morsel. And the next. The sip of tea she gave me helped to calm me.

I was still all a dither as she led me to her bed and put me face down over the foot of it. I closed my eyes and let it happen.

My arms were pulled behind me and she rocked her hips up against my hips, her silk nightgown was luxurious on my skin. She did something smart with my arms and shoulders and a long ribbon of lace, my palms and elbows met, trussed together for her sport. My shoulders burned already.

“Uppy up precious.” She pulled the ribbon up and I scrambled to stand up and avoid the inevitable strappado pulling back my arms. “Ah ah! Knees down. Tummy down. Head and shoulders up!”

I squealed as she tied the ribbon off to some ligature point on her bed frame.

“Open those legs as wide as you can.”

I did, God help me. I felt my joints beg for mercy. She rolled something out from underneath the foot of the bed, a saddle of sorts carved from dark timber. She strapped my legs to it. This furniture was obscene! What craftsman would knowingly make such implements of lust and torture?

“My God, you have some courage, pet. You know what I want and still you offer me everything.”

I squeaked in surprise as she knelt behind me and went to work on my sore hole, tongue fucking me as eagerly as Stella had. I would come, I knew it. And she would be so angry with me if I let it happen without her golden rule.

“Oh Miss Alice! Oh! Oh no!” I could barely form the words. “My tits! Please! Don’t!”

“Oh dear,” she laughed. “I almost forgot. Wait until you see this.”

I gave a sob of relief as she moved away. Then there was an ominous jingling sound. She came and sat on the bed in front of me so I could see.

“Isn’t it marvelous?” she gushed.

It looked like a big pair of goggles. A large cold metal ring would encircle each breast, sitting against my chest, secured in place with thick leather straps at my back. Each ring had a similar one about six inches above it, with a metal bar across the diameter.

My breath quickened as she positioned it on me, tightening the straps and adjusting my tits, each now effectively held in a cage of its own.

“We can work with clamps, or I think some twine today, it’s gentler. Hold still.”

I couldn’t. I trembled as she tied a neat little noose around each teat. She tugged playfully on them and I rocked as far forward as I could to ease the pain.

“Oh!” I yelped as I reached the limit and she pulled just a few fractions of an inch further. “God!”

She tied the strings to the cages. My poor tits burned. The taut nooses made my nipples cold and dusky by the time she’d rigged her strap on. It was the smallest toy I’d seen yet, with a gentle upward curve.

She swung the phallus lazily too and fro, ready to fuck me where her tongue had kissed so gently. “You see how I care for you, pet?” She murmured as she lubed up the shaft. “I can be soft with you.”

My rim protested for less than a second before she slid the length into me. In a single stroke.

I grunted low and hard as she bottomed out and held me, hands curled around my hips right on yesterday’s bruises. “My Molly,” she breathed, “dear sweet precious thing.”

“F… fuck!” I screamed as she began to thrust, never pulling out, just rocking… deeper… into me… filling me… making me… “Aaaah! Ah Fuck! Fuuuck!”

“Good girl,” she said, holding still and squeezing my bound hands. “Yes. You. Are.” Her rhythm changed, longer strokes, angled higher.

“Oh Miss Alice!”

“Beautiful. Simply beautiful.” She unhooked my hands and I fell forward.

The cages dug into my chest but the blessed relief in my arms was worth it. I moved my hips with hers, matching her strokes. I was nowhere near orgasm any more but I loved it anyway, the feel of her fucking my dirty hole on those magnificent brocade sheets. There was an ache in my battered insides that sharpened with each thrust.

She unfastened my legs and spun me around. The cock slurped out of me as she pushed me up the bed, then slurped right back up into me and we were face to face, fucking, perverted domination of my shit hole and my heart. She ragged me from side to side with the awful cages, laughed out loud as I begged for mercy.

“You’ll rip them off!” I screamed as my nipples stretched further than I’d believed feasible.

“Not today pet. Open your mouth.” She shoved her right hand in and grasped my jaw, and began frigging my clit with her other thumb, forcing two fingers into my cunt.

Fuck, fuck, fuck in my face, my arse, my cunt widened around her intruding fingers. I was hers, every bit of me was hers. She had no more use for my maidenhead, so she destroyed it thoroughly with her hand. Before I realized it was already done.

I gazed up at her as she demanded another climax from my exhausted body. I whimpered as she withdrew her hands, unfastened my nipples, ivory cock still deep in me.

“You are stronger than you ever believed, yet here you are at my mercy.”

“Oh yes, oh please!” I begged. “Use me!”

She unbuckled the strap on and left it in me, lay herself down beside me on her bed.

“Oh, Miss, please let me pleasure you,” I said.

“Ha.” She sighed, satisfied. Stared up at the roof of the four poster bed. “Stupid slut.”

I snuggled up against her and closed my eyes. She put her arm around me.

“You know…” she said. Then silence. Long silence. I listened to her breathing quieten as she fell asleep.

For a moment I struggled with the urge to get up, push the phallus from my backside, seek help to untie my arms. Not an urge, the vestigial remains of my shame. I suppressed it, relaxed my shoulders as much as I could, wedged the toy firmly in place, and tried to sleep beside her.

The door clicked softly as Stella entered. She hushed me, beckoned me out of bed. Did something to reverse the loose strap-on harness so that it stayed fastened around my hips, pulling it firmly against me. I winced as the full length settled into place. I caught sight of myself in the dressing mirror. Arms pinned behind me with a deftly woven length of lace, leather and metal harness my only underwear.

“Monstrous…” I whimpered. I yelped as Stella propelled me through to the lady’s parlour, and closed the door gently behind us.

A bath had been drawn up near the hearth while Miss Alice had been fucking me; the carpeted floor was covered in soft cotton towels and linen sheets.

“W… we mustn’t do anything without her, surely?”

“Non, ma petite. Here.” I lay on my side next to the bath as she directed. Before I could protest, she’d looped something around my ankles and threaded it through the binding on my arms. It was such an unnatural position, I had to open my knees to make it bearable.

“Oh! Oh no, please Stella!”

The phallus slid out, and that horrid ball on the end of the hook popped in to replace it. She had to push pretty hard to overcome the involuntary clenching of my buttocks, but there was no resistance left in my hole.

“Maintenant. Squeeze.” She gave me a little warning slap on my cheek.

It was not as bad as I’d feared. I did my exercise without further complaint. I saw the reasoning behind it now we were outside the heat of passion. Strength was my only salvation if my body was gonna be used this hard each day. I worked those crude muscles, bruised as they were.