JENNIFER Part 3
Jared woke me in the morning by grabbing my hair and steering my head down to
his hard cock, allowing me eagerly and sleepily suck it. The smooth wrinkled
flesh sliding between my lips that male taste filling my mouth as I sucked and
used my tongue to tickle the acrid flesh. I gagged but couldn't move as he
relentlessly pressed his cock down my throat until he came, spurting down my
throat.
"Swallow," he hissed and I did, coughing a little and wincing. "Things have
changed now, slut," he said calmly as he moved out of the bed. "You will always
obey me, no questions. This is not a game, do you get it, do you fucking get
it?" His voice rose, almost a scream.
"Yes Sir," I whispered, my pussy shivering, all juicy and warm.
He produced a thin metal band and told me to kneel in front of him, naked as he
fastened it around my neck. It felt cold and a little tight but not
uncomfortable, although I would always know it was there. He locked it shut and
fastened a small tag to it, saying, "get my breakfast while I shower."
Naked, I scrambled to prepare his breakfast, trying to see what the tag on the
collar said but couldn't make it out. He appeared dressed, hair slicked back, so
powerful in his suit and tie, skin smooth from shaving and his cologne wafting
around me. He's so tall and I'm just average height for a woman so, looking up
at him, I felt small and weak. Another deep wave of submission controlled me as
he dropped a white box on the sofa. "That's your uniform. Wear it to Sylvia's
and try to learn something! I don't want you to be useless all the time!"
The door slammed behind him and the thought occurred to me that I should dress
and get the hell out of the apartment. Curiosity however won the day and I slid
the lid off the large white cardboard box to reveal its contents. It was a
maid's uniform, black cloth with white trimming and white flounce petticoats. It
buttoned up the front and it looked dangerously short and although I knew I
should be leaving a part of me wanted to try it on. There were black stockings
and a white lace cap in the box and nothing else. I assumed I should wear high
heel shoes, Jared probably hadn't thought of that, as men aren't that good with
details.
I showered again, styled my long hair and dressed, feelings of submission
rolling through me as I examined myself in the mirror. The uniform was a
reasonable fit, a little tight, my large breasts were uncontrollable without a
bra and threatened to spill out, the hem a little high and the flounce
petticoats pushed the skirt out so I knew if I bent, my bare bottom and pussy
would be exposed.
Honestly, I applied my make up so I would look just a little more slutty with
heavier mascara, a bright red lipstick and eyeliner and, combined with my
natural blonde hair, presented a very cheap whore in the mirror. The sight made
me even wetter and I unconsciously squeezed my thighs together as I leaned into
the mirror to trace my pouting lips with lip liner.
I would never have believed I would dress like this in a million years but here
I was, dressed like a slut French maid and it made me wetter than I ever would
have imagined, coupled with the thought I was being made to dress like this.
What was happening to me?
What the hell, I can leave tonight and go to my friends, I thought. I vacuumed
the rugs, dusted and tidied up, conscious of my bare bottom peeking from under
the dress whenever I forgot to bend my knees when I had to pick something up. I
finally got the tag on the metal collar in position against the mirror so I
could see the lettering. Humiliation washed over me when I saw it said 'JARED's
SLUT'. Uselessly, I tried to undo it but the collar was sealed shut and
impossible to remove. What will my friends say when they saw it? My face burned
at the thought.
And what was Sylvia going to do? I checked the clock; it was only half-past
nine, thirty minutes before my debut as a maid.
Just before ten, I almost ran into the toilet to wipe myself, I had become so
wet and I so desperately wanted to get my vibrator but I remembered that Jared
had said I wasn't to use it without his permission.
Totally embarrassed, I crept into the hall and, precisely at ten, knocked gently
on Sylvia's door. In a moment, she was standing there, dressed in a pink and
blue robe and looking me up and down with a slight sneer. "You will curtsey and
address me as Ma'am," she said in that cold tone of hers.
Flushing, I curtseyed. "Good morning Ma'am," I said.
"Get inside," she snapped. "I haven't got all day and we expect a big
improvement from you." I scurried past her, thinking, what does she mean by
'we'? The door closed and she arranged herself on the sofa. "Make a cup of tea
for me, Earl Grey and start running my bath." With a flick, she opened her
newspaper and began to read.
The bath was running when I returned with the tea on a tray I had found in the
kitchen and I bent down, bending at the knees to place it on the coffee table
when she suddenly snapped, "I think we've established what a slut you are! Sluts
don't bend their knees; they bend from the waist to display themselves! Consider
that your first lesson!"
Immediately, I straightened my knees and bent over, my bottom completely exposed
to pour the tea into the china cup, face red with humiliation and I knew I was
wet. I checked the bath and returned to the main room, remembering to curtsey
before saying, "You bath is ready, Ma'am."
"Start cleaning," she said and without a word, she walked past me and shut the
bathroom door behind her. At least I didn't have to wash her, I thought and was
that a twinge of disappointment I felt?
I was pushing the sofa back into position after vacuuming when she appeared,
dressed in a charcoal business suit, skirt mid calf and charcoal pantyhose.
Sylvia had pulled her dark hair back into a bun and she placed black-framed
glasses on as she minutely inspected my work while I stood waiting. "You seem to
have a small talent for this," she grudgingly admitted and I felt foolishly
proud.
"Thank you Ma'am," I said with a curtsey.
"I suppose you're wet?" she sneered and I flushed. "Answer me!"
"Yes Ma'am," I whispered and she laughed.
"Jared was absolutely correct, you are a deeply submissive slut. Right," Sylvia
said in a brisk voice, "your Master will be home for lunch so you have get
ready. Take your clothes off." I hesitated and she sneered, "I have seen you
naked, if you recall? I've seen you beg to come with your Master's fingers in
your cunt! Hurry or you will be punished!"
Face bright red, I stepped out of the clothes and removed the hat, stockings and
shoes as well, standing completely naked in her apartment. Suddenly, I realized
how vulnerable I was. She led the way into the bathroom and handed me a
battery-powered shaver. "Remove your public hair," Sylvia said and I gaped at
her. "Use the shaver, girl and then you will use the razor and shaving cream!
Jared likes his sluts to be smooth like a little girl.
"But.." I stuttered and that was all I could say before she slapped me, her cold
eyes glaring at me.
"Do not ever question us, you miserable little slut! Now get about your business
and quickly!" My cheek was stinging and small tears in my eyes as I switched the
shaver on. "Sit on the toilet seat," Sylvia instructed and I did, legs apart,
peering over my large breasts, as I trimmed my pubic hair down to stubble. Big
breasts can be a nuisance and I used my other hand to flatten them so I could
see properly. My hair down there is fine and fair so it came off easily. My
pussy was on fire and I could see my lips were gleaming with moisture. Sylvia
noticed this as well and laughed before saying, "You get wet so easily. You
really are a find."
It was embarrassing shaving my crotch right down to my other hole in front of
another person but I did, cheeks flaming and I desperately wanted to come, I was
filled with an urgent need. I wiped the remnants of the shaving cream away and
looked down at myself in astonishment, staring at my smooth groin, my pink
wrinkled lips suddenly looking obscenely prominent.
Sylvia handed me a bottle of baby oil and I rubbed it in. "Don't play with
yourself!" she snapped and I blushed guiltily. It felt strange when I returned
to the other room to dress in my maid's uniform again, knowing I was completely
hairless and somehow, it made me feel even more submissive.
I cleaned the bathroom, laundry, bedroom and kitchen while she read or chatted
to friends on the telephone. Finally, the door opened, Jared walked in and he
tossed his coat to me. "Hang that, slut," he said and sat next to Sylvia. "Has
she learned anything?"
"A little, she's a quick learner and she has a surprise for you. Come here,
slut," Sylvia called and I stood in front of them, Jared smiling at my uniform.
"It's a good fit. If she undid that button, her tits would fall out."
"Show your Master your cunt." Blushing, I lifted my dress and he smiled broadly
at my smooth pussy.
"Very thoughtful of you, Sylvia," he said. "You know I like them hairless. She
looks even younger now."
"I thought you'd approve. I guess you want to take her back to your place?" she
said with a wink. "I'll be over later for our business."
Jared nodded and walked to the door. "Bring my coat, slut." I did so and
scurried after him. He instructed me to kneel on the bed and he used two pairs
of handcuffs to handcuff my right wrist to my right ankle and the same with the
left. I was immobilized face down on the bed, my bottom high in the air, my
wrists dragging my legs apart so my bottom and pussy was exposed. Swiftly, he
gagged me with ball gag and I could only make muffled sounds while saliva
dribbled from my mouth.
"You think this is a game, don't you? He said and I heard him undoing his pants.
"It's not." His fingers slipped easily into my pussy and I moaned into the gag
as he moved his fingers around. Suddenly the fingers were gone and he went into
the bathroom and as he returned I heard the familiar sound of latex gloves being
put on.
"You are mine to do with as I wish, to be used as I want and right now I want
that lovely bottom of yours." His words hit me and I protested vehemently into
the gag but it was completely useless, the sounds were completely
unintelligible. Something cold was applied to my bottom and then I felt his
finger moving in, greasing me. No, I screamed uselessly but his finger kept
moving.
"You should relax," he laughed and I felt his cock start to push against the
entrance to my bottom, "it'll hurt more if you don't relax and let it happen. It
is going to happen, mark my words." I couldn't believe this was happening and
tried to struggle but the simple way they manacled me was ingenious, not only
did it confine me but, in my struggles, made me open my legs even more. I
screamed again into the gag as he pushed deeper and deeper, the burning deep
inside me and I felt used and violated.
It was inside me, his cock was inside me! I could feel it and tears started to
flow as he cruelly began to fuck me, fuck me in the bottom! His big hand slapped
the cheeks of my bottom as he moved faster and faster, the pain was unbearable.
"You'll enjoy this in time," he muttered and suddenly grunted as he came,
spurting deep inside of me and I cried quietly at the humiliation and the
violation.
It hurt just as much when he pulled out of me and after he went to the bathroom,
he dressed and I heard him pouring a drink in the kitchen. The doorbell rang and
Jared and Sylvia returned to the bedroom where I was still face down on the bed,
gagged and crying. "You took her arse?" Sylvia asked.
"Yeah, it's always nice to pop a virgin."
"You've left the other for me to pop?"
"Of course." Jared sat down on the bed and spoke quietly in my ear. "Listen
slut, I guess by now you've realized this is not a game but the result of
careful planning. I arranged for you to lose your job and now Sylvia and I are
going to take all your clothes, credit cards, everything and store them away. We
will decide what you will wear, what and when you will eat and you will be very
grateful for whatever we provide. Without us, my dear slut, you will not
survive. You are our complete slave, our slut. And you have no choice, none at
all."
I sobbed at his words and heard drawers and doors banging as they stuffed all my
belongings into big bin bags. With everything that had happened to me, I still
desperately wanted to come. After a while, they left, taking the bags with them
and I wondered what was next.
