Mistress came back from work earlier than usual on that day. Her black 1969 jaguar drove leisurely to the entrance to the mansion and came to a halt with a contented purr. Two shapely, stocking-clad legs swung elegantly out as the door opened, the white gravel crunching crisply under immaculate high-heel pumps. Mistress straightened her tight, just-above-the-knees business skirt, gave a straightening tug at her broad-collared white blouse and stripped off her gloves as she proceeded up the ancient stone steps. The big oaken door opened smoothly as she reached the top of the stairs and Girl stepped aside to let her in, a subdued smile hovering on her delicately made-up lips.

'Good afternoon, Mistress. You are early, today', she said, giving a slight bow of her head.

'Afternoon, Girl', she replied airily. 'Yes, decided to call it day…'

The door closed soundlessly. Girl Lay against the carved wooden frame, hands pressed behind her, and breathed in uncertainly. Then she hurried behind her mistress, black high-heels clicking on the polished wooden floor, her ultra short maid's skirt flipping lightly against the top of her thighs and her buttocks. She gave her white apron a quick press and checked her garter and seamed stocking for unwanted creases. Her pink bosom and naked shoulders flashed past on the big French windows, chestnut brown hair tucked neatly behind her head-dress. She gave her reflection a lopsided smile. Would have to do, she thought uncertainly…

'Shall I prepare some tea, Mistress ?', she enquired hopefully, still trotting behind.

'No thanks', Mistress replied evenly. 'But stay here and wait for my inspection. I won't be long'. She gave the servant girl the fleetest of glances and walked upstairs to her bedroom.

'What a day…', she sigh to herself, kicking off her pumps with relief . She downed her jacket and walked to the window, nimble fingers unbuttoning her blouse unthinkingly. She opened the window. Afternoon air breezed in, cooling her flesh and brushing her hair. Her bra came off and she revelled in the teasing caress on her bare breasts and sensitive nipples. 'Yeah, what a day', she thought.

She had driven early to work like every morning, only to find a mountain of paperwork waiting for her and the coffee machine out of order. Her new PA Juliette had proved annoyingly inefficient to boot and she had had no choice but to resort to more straightforward measures in order to secure her full co-operation. Juliette had made some meek protests as her hands were being tied behind the back of her chair but she had nevertheless complied and earned a soft cleave gag as an encouragement. Mistress checked her watch. it had been nearly seven hours now. But she had been careful to give her something to drink before and take off her shoes prior to tying up her ankles to the legs of the chair. Right, she would have had to stay on her tiptoes for the rest of the day but the ropes would help, taking off most of the weight. Fortunately, Juliette wore a light skirt and comfy sweater so she should be reasonably all right until the janitor came in to free her in less than one hour now. And she had been quite lenient with the rope, merely binding the top of her breasts and shoulders in the loosest of coils. All in all, not that hard a trial considering her boss had had to cope with a double share of work… !

'She had nevertheless complied and earned a soft cleave gag as an encouragement…'

Her eyes wandered to the freshly cut lawn as she struggled out of her dress. it would be nice to lounge in the grass this weekend, weather permitting, wearing nothing but the shadow of the old oak. Doze a bit. Read a novel. Have a cocktail. Girl would surely enjoy that as much as her but then, she was such a sweet girl, marvelling at life's diversity every waking day. She closed her eyes fondly. Well, that would have to wait. In the meantime, it was business again and she had to assess how well the young servant was coping with her duties and how far she had progressed in the least 5 days. She went to it on her bed and peeled off her stocking, massaging her sore feet with delight. What would she not give for simply being able to lay back and fall asleep ! Well, that too would have to wait. She sure wasn't someone who would shirk he responsibilities. Especially not when it came to Girl.

Girl was standing at her usual place, legs pressed against each other, hands behind her back, head straight. the sun shone warmly through the French window, bathing her shoulders and back, easing some of the tension such inspection always created. Six months into the job now, and she still fretted like a novice… which she guessed she still was, after all. Such a change in so little time, and yet it seemed that an eternity had elapsed since she took up her duties at the Mansion.

Gone was the teenage fashion-victim with a universal grudge that Mistress had met in that Soho pub last January. She had been sitting on her own by the counter, steadily drinking her blues and the New year away, a sorry misfit with an unused A-level in her pocket and a taste for clothes that would have had Johnny Rotten pass for a gay fashion designer. Mistress had sat next to her without a word and ordered a Tequilla which she had drunk straight from the bottle, crushing the lemon slice between her so-delicious lips with undisguised bliss. They had been sitting silently for a few minutes, Girl risking a peek from time to time, when out of the blue Mistress had turned to her and made her proposal.

'How would you like working for me as a house servant ?', she had said, white even teeth
emerging in a half-serious smile.

Girl had almost dropped her glass. Stared with wide eyes. Mouthed a silent nonsense. Stared again.

She had heard herself say 'yes' before any conscious thought had made it to her brains.

Now she resisted the urge to turn and checked her appearance in the reflection of the window. Her hair was neatly tied in a ponytail, her tights carefully straightened, her garter in its right place, her white-lace gloves immaculate. Last week's inspection had borne its fruit and she hoped Mistress would be proud of her. She had worked herself so hard to make amend. She could still feel the acrid taste of the moist stockings in her mouth and the dull pull of the leather thong holding it. Eight hours' punishment for a displaced seam ! And she thought the hardest part had been behind. Well at least now Mistress could have her serve at table when she entertained without having second thoughts.

A closing door upstairs stopped her musing dead and she instantly tensed up. She took a nervous breath in as she recognised the naked padding of her approaching employer. Once again she found herself looking up in open-mouthed amazement as Mistress walked down the stairs. Her muscle-toned body swaggered ever so lightly within the delicate lacing of her body harness, proud breasts dominating a flat stomach, athletic legs brushing against each other and the leather shield protecting her intimacy from prying eyes.

Girl straightened up again, barely casting her eyes down in time. Mistress draw up level with her and gave an appraising look.

'Well, she commented, 'that doesn't look too bad…' She crossed her arms, one hand reaching out to catch her chin between two fingers in a thoughtful stance.

'Thank you, Mistress', Girl muttered, twisting her fingers.

'Mmmmmm…', her employer continued, walking round her with the stealth of a prowling tigress. She quivered as a hand reached behind her and fuss with her apron bow. 'Not bad at all…'. The tone was one of cautious approbation.

'Yes Mistress', she ventured, eyes still down, crossing her ankles in embarrassment. 'I tried really hard, Mistress'.

'I bet you do, Girl', Mistress replied. 'I bet you do'. Was that a hint of disappointment in her voice, she thought alarmingly. Gosh, what had she messed up this time ? She couldn't see. But Mistress was so eerily perceptive. As if she knew what was going on in her head before she had actually realised. Always one step ahead. But then, that must be what made the difference between a Mistress such as her employer and a lowly servant such as she… Not a very politically correct thought, she reflected, but then political correctness had never been current here as far as she knew.

'Do you love me, Girl ?'mistress asked suddenly, raising her chin with a hand, forcing her green eyes into hers.

'Yyy… Yes Mistress. I do. You know I do', she blurted defensively. Caught off balance once more.

'Mmmm… I know you do, silly', Mistress chided with a fond smile. 'What I meant was, would you like to be me ?'

'Gosh', she thought, 'another of her questions. She could be worse than the most demanding headmaster sometimes, forcing her to rack her brains for hours on end over trifling matters or science problems, even philosophical topics sometimes. She had never read or reflected so much as since she had been working here. And now this !

'I... yes of course. You are so…I mean, no… Surely I wouldn't dare.. I…'

'Surely', Mistress quoted. 'Hmm.'

Girl felt her stomach fill up with knots. Something told her she was not going off this one lightly.

'Come here and bend over, girl', Mistress ordered. Still there was no anger in her voice. Rather some kind of eagerness or… curiosity. Girl took a few tentative steps to the centre of the living room and assumed position, gloved hands over her thighs, suspenders pressing against her buttock, panties exposed and sliding in between. Mistress's hand came to rest over her shoulder, holding her quivering body still while two fingers inserted themselves between her skin and the flimsy satin of her underwear, sliding against her anus and probing between the locks of her treacherously moist hair. She trembled.

'Now…', Mistress commenced, 'let's see how hard you have really tried this week'. The emphasis on 'really' was unmistakable. The knots within her stomach tightened further.

'I did try hard, Mistress..' she heard herself say in a barely-controlled voice. 'I learnt my last lesson. I did…'

Mistress's fingertips probed further while her phalanxes pressed lightly against her ensconced bud. Wet warmth started to assail her skin.

'Yes, I know you did, Girl. No doubt about that', she said with a smile in her voice.

'Yyy…yes', Girl nodded, barely controlling her frightened legs

'So do you love me, Girl ?', she insisted. Her thumb slid up her crotch.

'I… yes… I mean no… I …'

'Focus, Girl', the voice commanded. 'Do you love me ?' The pressure of the fingers increased. She felt herself contracting around them. Alarm signals started to flash along her spine. Her legs now trembled openly. Where was she going ?

'I can't… It's so…', she panted, sobs rising up her throat.

'I said : focus, Girl. You're not listening'. Her thumb came up and slid into her anus unopposed. Girl felt herself melting away under the claw-like squeeze.

'Oh ! Mistress… I…'

'Yes, girl… ?'The pressure increased, her thumb prodding her interior, extended fingers withstanding the panicked wet pulse.

'I love you Mistress !', Girl cried, nearly buckling down. 'I want to be you, I want to be yours, I want you, I…'

'Good !', Mistress exclaimed. She released her in a flash, Girl's quivering muscles closing on frustrating nothingness.

'Whhh ??',Girl gasped. But Mistress had already straightened her up and was busy banishing the occasional crease on her skirt. Girl peeked at her in dazed astonishment, her whole body still shuddering although the threatening freak wave that had nearly engulfed her was now definitely receding, leaving an almost painful hunger in its wake.

'I don't understand, Mistress…', Girl breathed in a choked voice.

'Of course, you don't, silly', Mistress said in a sweet-mocking tone. 'Not yet, at least'.

'Not yet…', girl mused, hands clasping her tummy. Mistress had turned round and was walking towards the big, half-globe designer armchair. She watched in bewildered silence as her employer leaned back into it and hooked a leg over the rim.

'Well', she called to the nonplussed maid, 'what are you waiting for ? It's been a hard day and I think I have deserved some attention. Don't you ?' Her look was suddenly ingenuous, almost girlish. Irresistible. Girl almost sauntered to the glass coffee table, took a second to compose herself then went down on her knees and reach over to the lower shelf between a couple of magazines and a fancy ashtray. Her fingers probed while she basked in her employer's patient gaze and closed on their target. She felt the grainy pattern of the rubbery shaft against her skin and let her hand slid over it until she found the smooth surface of the handle. Slowly, almost reverently, she drew the dildo out and proffered it to Mistress.

Mistress held it delicately and considered it with a critical eye. 'It will need some warming up before it is of any real use, what do you think ?'

Girl opened her mouth in silent response, full lips covering her teeth and offering a smooth entry to the instrument. Her tongue met the friendly intruder with a wet welcome, cushioning it passage, guiding it towards her palate while her pursing lips closed smoothly around it. She nursed the inert object for long minutes, infusing warmth and wetness into it, willing it to submit to her Mistress's desire and fill her with her love. Then she was kissing it, wetting it further while her eyes never left Mistress's face, her devouring gaze enhanced by a discreet blush.

Mistress leant back. Her feet came to rest over the circular rim of the chair, knees brushing against swollen nipples. She drew her legs apart and closed her eyes with a long sigh as Girl came up, drew the leather shield aside and softly teased her open with her probing lips, rotating the shaft as it slid so easily inside. Mistress arched back and she moaned, toes curling up, hands snaking across her belly and reaching out to the jutting instrument. Girl maintained a slow, regular motion to give her time to adjust her sensations.

Now Mistress looked up to her and her fingers prised her vagina further open, teasing the lips at he same time as her other hand clutched one extended leg and descended towards her buttocks. Her breathing became more halted and Girl quickened the pace of her ministration, looking to trembling lips and hardened breasts for guidance. The leather thongs enveloping Mistress's body seemed to bury themselves deeper into her flesh as she started to squirm in the chair, pushing her breasts up, constricting her trembling stomach. Her fingers reach out to her buttocks and she gave a hoarse moan when Girl pressed her stockinged knee against her anus, flexing her ankle and pushing on her toes for a soft rub.

Hard breathing gave way to panting as Girl's motions intensified. Mistress threw her head back, resting by her sides, clutching the rich fabric of the cushion, almost whimpering. Her whole body started moving in pace with Girl, momentum building up in an irrepressible frenzy until a last, powerful thrust impaled her on her seat and she abandoned herself to a bone-shaking tremble.

Sleep took Mistress over after long minutes of receding aftershocks, during which she could feel Girl's tender tongue soothing the reddened flesh and easing her with loving care through the vulnerable aftermath. She did not even feel her fingers as the maid unfastened the leather underwear or the touch of the light cover which she then draped around her moist body.

The sun had just started setting. Girl gave her employer a tender look and walked toward the kitchen, the instrument gently nestled in the palm of her hand. It felt wet against her skin and had retained her mistress's sweet aroma. She gave a trembling sigh. Cooking dinner would be a welcome distraction until the time came for her to receive her weekly marks.

*

'I'm happy with your progress Girl', Mistress said. 'I usually refrain from paying compliment but I think this time you've deserved it.'

Girl nodded meekly. She could not believe her own ears.

'So full honours for this week. But don't rest on you laurels, promise ?

Another nod. She did not think she had ever felt so happy before. Mistress had always been good to her, handing out sanctions and encouragement with the same considerate care, smiling or frowning as she deserved. Tonight however, she wore that special smile she so rarely let through, this sort of secret code that confirmed to her, if need be, that theirs was a unique relationship and she need never fear for the present or the future. That somebody was here, who truly, and unreservedly, cared for her. Loved her. Although this, for now, was a out of reach as a subject-matter. Something she would have to deserve through hard work and application before Mistress finally decided she might take it as her main course.

Mistress sat beside her and held her chin between her fingers, as she always did with her.

'And special brownie points for your caring attentions today', she whispered, her smiling eyes setting her all being on fire.

She let out a blissful moan as mistress kissed her gag.

They had had a light supper together, watching stars twinkle alive in June night sky and listening to soft background music. Mistress had told her about her day at the office and they had laughed at the hapless Juliette's misadventures. All the while Mistress had given her that look which seemed to say 'Be patient. I'm not forgetting you. I wouldn't'. Girl had cleared the table away and was ready to make some tea when Mistress had beckoned her upstairs. She had followed without a word, her stomach once again full of knot, and walked into Mistress's bedroom.

'Turn over, Girl', she commanded gently.

Girl obeyed and stood still, fighting shivers of anticipation as Mistress unknotted her apron and laid aside together with her head-dress, then unzipped her dress which slid down to her ankles with the slightest rustle. She swallowed as her pumps were taken off, her garter unfastened, her suspenders and panties rolled own her thighs and legs until she stood in her stockings in the middle of the room. She could not refrain a shuddering sigh as her hands were drawn behind her back and the first lengths of ropes coiled around her wrists.

Mistress had smiled. 'You've been exceptionally good, today'.

She was made to kneel so the tying was easier and soon her shoulders were immobilised while her breasts were safely ensconced in a criss-cross of hemp that lifted them slightly up and made her hardened already nipples bulge. When her arms had been carefully pinned against her bound waist, Mistress had helped her sit on the edge of the bed. She had taken one of her prized white silk scarf which she had folded into a neat wad, teased her mouth open with a finger and wedged it in. Another, black scarf had come to rest against her lips, the pressure increasing as it was drawn back and knotted behind the her neck in a sweet-smelling gag.

Mistress had kneeled at her feet (!), taken both her ankles, crossed them and started swaddling them in careful coils, two of them going round her feet and tying them together. Her legs had been similarly attended to, rope embracing them below and above the knees. Then she was made to lie down. She buried her face in the precious sheets, grateful for the additional gag as Mistress drew her legs back and fastened them to her bound hands in a complete hog-tie.

She had laid there for several minutes, willing her enervated senses to show resilience while Mistress prepared herself. She had padded back in a black camisole hugging her waist in a silky embrace and letting her breasts bare, shoulder straps hanging loosely down her arms. her legs were clad in moiré lightly-patterned stockings that rustled electrically against the bed cover and sheets when she slithered into the bed and helped her up.

Now Girl was kneeling on the soft mattress, feeling utterly exposed as Mistress assessed her ward one more time. Shivers coursed through her spine and limbs, causing her moist feet to tense up and her toes to curl. But now she was not afraid to tremble, nor did she try to refrain her feelings as Mistress held her in her compelling gaze and caressed her temple with the back of her fingers.

She bit softly into her humid gag and allowed herself another moan as Mistress's breath brushed along her neck, past the side of her breast and a warm tongue curled around her erect nipple.

She leaned far back as a hand travelled down her hot belly and reached out to her pulsating pubis.

It took an eternity of maddening caresses before the ropes finally let go of her legs and thighs. Her ankles still safely bound under her arched back, Girl opened out and basked in her

mistress's unreserved love.

Time froze.

…

She closed her eyes and gave a long, hoarse, shuddering moan.

*