You've been cleaning the kitchen for two whole hours, now. It's probably overkill, but as this is the first official task I gave you, and I'm paying you a ridiculous sum of money, you want to make sure you do it right.. I do seem pretty demanding, after all.
You haven't heard from me or seen me at all, since I instructed you to clean. I didn't even tell you where any of the cleaning equipment was. Fortunately, you're smart and quickly found what you needed, as it was already neatly organized under the sink and in the pantry- likely by another maid.
How many maids does he have?,
you wonder. Judging by first impressions, it wouldn't be too surprising if I had more than one, or if there had been many previous maids before yourself who I had let go.. Did I treat them all the same way I'd been treating you? Did I look at them with that same penetrating dark look? Was I just going to show up in the middle of your cleaning session to fuck with you until you came? To stare at your ass sticking up in the air, covered only in some lacy light blue panties? So many questions, and zero answers.
Currently, you are on your knees, polishing the handles to every single cabinet. The kitchen was damn near sparkling and you were pretty proud of how it looked and smelled- though, it wasn't exactly messy to begin with. Other than a few dishes in the sink, it was already pretty clean.
Every now and then the low buzz of the vibrations in your pussy would distract the fuck out of you, and your eyes would close, as you took deep breaths to collect yourself. Right now, for instance, your clit was absolutely throbbing. However, the stimulation of the vibrations was never enough to make you cum, it seemed... only just enough to keep you wet and unbelievably horny.
With the toy constantly buzzing your clit and G-spot, you find it impossible not to think of me, and to envision all the things I might do. Another thing you can't stop thinking about are nipple clamps- they look so painful! And you've never had anyone put nipple clamps on you before.. The dreadful anticipation of that pain both scare the shit out of you and somehow also turn you the hell on. How would I put them on? What behavior would warrant punishment? Would you be a little bitch when they bit into the sensitive skin of your nipples? Would you cry? Would you instantly quit, then and there? Would I look into your eyes sadistically? Would I be cruel? Would I jack off and jizz all over your face?
Also, what did I mean by the nipple clamps being the "first" level of punishment? What other tools and toys would I abuse you with?
Whirrrrrrrrrrrr. The toy feels especially good at the moment, while you lean forward on your knees, and you absentmindedly reach a hand back between your legs to stroke your pussy. Your fingers trace the edge of the toy. You know for a fact you're wet as hell, but the toy seems to keep the vast majority of your wetness off your panties, perhaps because it's so damn thick.
Meanwhile, in another room, I open a desk drawer to retrieve something and - unbeknownst to me - the drawer smashes into the sex toy remote in my pocket and increases the power by 3 clicks to its maximum.
You gasp as the stimulation to your clit and G-spot suddenly intensifies powerfully, and you nearly fall forward, bracing yourself on all fours with your palms.
"Oh fuck..." you breathe. You instantly remember that you're not supposed to cum without my permission- in fact, this seemed like the cardinal rule to this whole arrangement.
For a split second, you think about pulling the toy out, but for some reason you intuitively know that this would not be acceptable to me- that seemed to defeat the purpose of the whole arrangement, as well.
Is he testing me?
you think, your clit hardening and absolutely buzzing with vibrations.
I need to find him NOW
.
WHIRRRRRRR. You stand up, and even the motion of standing causes the toy to shift inside you and apply even more pleasurable pressure straight to your clit.
"Oh god," you mumble, groaning.
Where is he??
Racing around the house, you pop your head into each room.
"Sir?" you call out. No response. "S-sir!"
The stimulation is starting to overpower you, now. You're not sure how much longer you can last, but you know with absolute certainty you're about to cum, and that it's about to rock your world.
"Goddammit- where are you??" How embarrassing would it be to cum so soon, and to fail the most cardinal rule, not even 3 hours into your first shift? Would I fire you on the spot?
"Mr. Hammer!" you call out a little louder, briskly walking up the stairs, the thick toy grinding into your G-spot with each step, making you groan. You bite your lip, whimpering a little in your effort to resist giving into your orgasm.
Oh wait- he's in his office! Of course!
But just as you have that revelation, you stumble, and fall forward onto the stairs.
No!
You grimace, the freight train of an orgasm mere seconds away.
"Mr Hammer!!" you almost yell.
And then it hits you.
"Ughhhhhhh," you groan, eyes widening, your knees buckling together, as you crumble at the top of the stairs.
Fuck!-- it's so powerful!
The orgasm paralyzes you for a good 20 seconds, as you tremble and spasm on the ground.
You finally get back on your feet with some effort, and look down to see a dark wet spot has bloomed on your lacy blue panties.
WHOMP. WHOMP. WHOMP.
