The Mistress Of The House Ch 03

As soon as Miss Coerator was gone, Hannah tried to remove the vibrator, fumbling with her mitten-wrapped hands between her legs. It was no good though - she couldn't get her fingers beneath the latex, couldn't even shift the thing to a less sensitive place. Mercifully, it went quiescent but all she could do was flail at her crotch, unable to even get herself off with her hands.

Then she started to work - the feather duster was effective, despite how degrading it was to have something shoved into her mouth. All the statues in here were erotic, perfectly chiseled bodies pleasuring each other, mingling and embracing. And with far too many crevices! She shook and wobbled her head, managing to get most of the dust off one. It wasn't not actually too bad - the room had probably been sealed for so long, that there's not been much chance for dust to penetrate.

Further back in the room were full-sized statues, the men with toned six-packs and erect cocks, the women all firm-chested, with inviting looks on their faces. The heels made her own footing dangerous - many of the statues wobbled if pushed too hard, meaning she couldn't lean on them for support, having to bend and twist with increasing discomfort. Flicking the mouth-duster over them felt intrusive, almost sexual, especially when she had to clean a cock, quickly wriggling her neck over it as though she was performing a blowjob.

Working backwards through the room, she came to a large glass case, too dirty to see the contents with any detail, beyond that it was another statue. As Hannah approached, the vibrator burst into life; a long, sustained burst, making her clench her thighs in torment - could she use the edge of the case to rub against, to get the vibrator out that way? It cut off, leaving her drenched and unfulfilled, wiping her hands against the outside of the case.

A familiar face looked back at her through the glass, although formed of bronze rather than flesh, as Miss Coerator stared back at her. The statue was naked, large breasts mesmerizing, her sex exposed. The vibrator activated in a sequence of short bursts, as Maria admired the statue, before finding a latch to open one of the panels.

After several deep breaths to steady herself, she stepped inside. The space was tight and confined, Hannah's butt squashing up against the glass panels. She fell against the hard metal, a bronze knee going between her legs, a smear appearing on the metal as it tugged on the latex panties. Why the hell did she have to use long-life batteries? If she had to hold out all day, she would be a mess by the end! In the enclosed space, she could smell herself, musky scent of desire filling the air.

'Now, how did you get in there?'

Hannah squeaked in surprise, as Miss Coerator, the real one, suddenly appeared on the other side of the glass, her face overlying strangely with the reflection of the bronze statue.

'I am quite pleased with you, my dear. Taking your job in stride like this, it really is good to see.'

Hannah spoke as best she could through the gag. 'ank ou, ist...' She trailed off as the vibrator kicked up a notch, making it impossible to finish the sentence.

'It must be quite chilly in there from the way you're squirming around.'

The vibrator fell into a steady pulsing pattern. Hannah shook her head - if Miss Coerator got closer, she was sure to smell Hannah's lust. And it was quite stifling already! Lights inside the case blinked on, raising the heat further and blinding Hannah.

'That should help, my dear. And it is a lovely statue, isn't it? I had it especially made as a centerpiece for my reception area, so do be sure to clean every part of it very thoroughly.'

The lights were starting to raise sweat on Hannah's skin. 'Is... ery... ice, istiss...' Hannah was reeling, but thankful that the gag at least blocked her mouth thoroughly, otherwise she'd be dribbling and making a mess everywhere.

'The crotch especially is a little dusty, be sure to clean it properly, my dear. You may have to bend over to reach it.'

Hannah fell against the statue, using it to support herself, glad that the metal drained some of the heat from her body. Hopefully the glass was dirty enough that Miss Coerator couldn't see how drenched her thighs were, the latex panties now overflowing. She managed to twist around and started brushing the crotch of the statue, trying to ignore Miss Coerator watching her, a shape on the other side of the glass.

She couldn't contain herself anymore as she came to a long-delayed climax, trying to keep her head moving so it looked like she was still working, hoping that Miss Coerator didn't notice. Her head went fuzzy, the world blurring away for long moments. When she regained full awareness, she could feel slightly cooler air against her face - Miss Coerator had opened the case and was looking down at her.

'I think you deserve a little treat for your work.' She reached down and there was a metallic click, something getting attached to the front of the choker, a black leash leading into Miss Coerator's hand. Hannah pulled her head back trying to dislodge it, as Miss Coerator pulled it tighter, forcing Hannah back onto her feet. She could feel sweat sticking to her body, already skimpy clothing now sticking to her body, cleavage grimy with dust, and hoped Miss Coerator hadn't noticed her orgasm. Maybe if she obeyed, she could get the mittens off and remove the vibrator? Or get back to her room and turn it off?

It started to pulse again, a soft and gentle rhythm just enough to start her going again, distracting her and making her lose track of where they were in the house. Miss Coerator walked fast, making it a struggle to keep up, the heels still punishingly high. They come to a staircase, high and steep, Miss Coerator not slowing as she started to descend. Hannah followed as best she could, desperately trying not to fall over or twist an ankle.

Miss Coerator looked back, low enough down that she must be able to see up Hannah's skirt. She flushed - please don't let Miss Coerator notice her arousal! Her thighs must be drenched by now, as the toy kicked up a notch, Hannah biting down on the gag to avoid groaning.

Another dirty, dusty hallway, and she was pulled back into the main room. She got pulled over to the sofa, Miss Coerator pushing down on her shoulders. Hannah gratefully sat down, glad to take the weight off her feet. She tried to keep her legs closed, not wanting to leave a stain on the sofa, as she sank into the overly-soft cushions.

'Now, my dear, I'll be back in a moment. Don't go anywhere!'

As soon as she was gone, Hannah tried batting at her crotch, desperate to get the vibrator out. Her fingers skipped across the latex, peeling it away slightly from her skin, but lacked the dexterity to reach through and pull it out. She whined in frustration, catching a whiff of her own scent, suddenly glad of the latex sealing her crotch away.

Footsteps sounded, and she tried to shift back into the position, hoping Miss Coerator didn't notice anything. She was holding a plastic bag and picked up the leash, giving it a yank, her voice now cold.

'Stand up.'

It was a hard instruction to follow, the couch so squishy Hannah sank into it, having to almost throw herself forward to escape.

'Bend over.'

'Muh? Nuh!' Hannah shook her head, the duster waggling. She didn't want to expose herself, especially with how drenched and horny she was!

Miss Coerator grabbed her by the neck and spun her around, a nail scraping down Hannah's neck, then down her bare back. 'Bend over.' The corset compressed more tightly around Hannah, as Miss Coerator tightened the cords. 'It won't hurt. I could make you do this when unconscious, if you'd like? Simply bend over and it'll be so much easier.'

She pulled on the leash, making the collar tighten around Hannah's neck.

'Ot ar ou ouin?!' The corset was tightened again, boning now forming her body into an hourglass, pushing her breasts further up. Her lips brushed Maria's ear and she whispered.

'Do you prefer it the hard way? Perhaps I should have left you in that display case, or have one made just for you? Consider this a reward for such a fine job.'

Her knee went between Hannah's legs, a firm hand on her back forcibly bending her over. She could see where she had been sitting on the couch, a dark smear on the leather, and hoped Miss Coerator wouldn't notice. Fingers plucked at the latex panties, tugging them down, the material pulling Hannah's knees together.

'Now, what do we have here?' Fingers probed her pussy and easily slid in, making her squeak and groan again as the vibrator was plucked out, still buzzing. Her voice was even colder now. 'Perhaps I wasn't clear enough? While you are working for me, you shouldn't be doing anything else.' A finger slid into her, then out again. 'Seeking your own pleasure is not permitted. So I will be confiscating all your toys, until you prove yourself. Quite the collection! Some of the extra functionality looks most inventive. So if you show yourself to be a good little maid, then I might permit you a little time with them. Or I might use them on you myself, if you're really good.'

'Mmmmmm!' The bitch must have found the remote and been playing with her. But one hand stayed pressed down on her neck, the other just lightly touching her pussy, lightly slipping in and out of her, keeping her in place. As she tried to push up against the hand and stand up, it slid deeper into her, making her clench around it. It forced her to stay in position, the vibrator sliding back in as well.

'Now, be a good girl. It would be such a shame if this pretty little slit were to go entirely unused.' She slid another finger in deeper, Hannah feeling the fingers penetrate her, trying not to push herself onto them, tempting though the prospect was. 'I was going to let you use one of your little toys. Perhaps the rather charming black one? The beaded parts looked quite entertaining, I imagine the effect would be rather stimulating? But...' She withdrew her fingers, wiping them on Hannah's backside. 'Your wanton behavior and seeking pleasure before duty has earned you a punishment.' She slapped her hand against Hannah's buttocks, although only lightly. 'I think ten should suffice. Although if your behavior doesn't improve, then it'll be with a cane next time. Or possibly a paddle.'

'Nuph! Op!'

Hannah's protests were ignored, as Miss Coerator spanked her nine more times. None of the blows were that hard, but Hannah could feel the shocks through her body. She had never been struck like that before, never mind hit with a cane or paddle!

By the time Miss Coerator was done, Hannah was gasping, somehow even hornier than before. She tried to stand, but the grip on her neck was too strong.

'As an incentive to good behavior, I will give you an advance.' There was the rustle of a plastic bag, and then something pushed against her butthole, spreading her open, pushing into and violating her.

'Mpppph! Op it!' The tapered shape of the thing spread her butthole open, and she couldn't stop Miss Coerator pushing it further into her. Nails dug into her neck, keeping her in position, unable to do more than impotently twist around.

'Shhh, don't worry, I'm here. One more push, my dear.'

Hannah could feel herself gaping wide before the largest part was inside her, her body swallowing the rest, lodging the cold, hard lump inside of her.

'Stay still, my dear, I'm not done just yet.'

Something padded pressed against her crotch, before metal brushed her moist thighs. Miss Coerator leant forward and kissed her on the tip of an ear, before sliding something around her waist.

'Muh? Wha tha!?'

She could feel soft padding against her wet crotch, and then there was a "click" from around her waist.

'You can stand up now, my dear. Turn and face me.' The nails vanished from Hannah's neck, and she obeyed. As she moved, she could feel the thing shoved into her move as well, pushing against her. It felt strangely familiar - her blood ran cold. Not that one, surely?

As she turned to face Miss Coerator, she saw that the woman was holding a heavy, gothic padlock, engraved with vines and leaves. She reached down to Hannah's crotch, sliding it through a hole in the metal, then snapped it shut and removed the key. This went onto the necklace, before getting tucked into her cleavage.

'Ease, oooo!'

Miss Coerator kissed her on the gag before carefully unbuckling it, tilting Hannah's head back until she had swallowed the spit that had built up. Then she picked up a battery pack, wires trailing from it into Hannah's backside. 'I wouldn't want you to be disappointed, so changed them for some nice fresh ones. This device seems to have all sorts of interesting controls though - even a shock function! All very exciting, I'm sure. It was most rude of you to bring all those toys without permission - you are here to work, not enjoy yourself.'

Hannah wriggled her jaw, trying to speak properly. 'But... I need something to do in the evening!'

'Such pleasures are forbidden, without explicit permission. Do you know what this is?'

Hannah batted her hands at the chastity belt, unable to gain any traction, as Miss Coerator laughed and kissed her on the lips. 'This, my dear, ensures that you can't touch that sweet little pussy or naughty asshole of yours again. At least, without my explicit permission.' She dug her nails into Hannah's shoulder, hard enough to draw out a hiss of pain. 'Now, tell me what your pussy feels like, my dear.'

Hannah squirmed, unable to escape. 'It's... hot, Miss Coerator. Please, don't lock it away!'

'You are here to work, not enjoy yourself. If you prove yourself a good worker, then I may give you a little bonus.' She picked up the controller for the vibrator, flicking it onto a low setting, making Hannah pant in desperation. 'I will be keeping the controllers for both of these lovely devices, as well as all your other toys. The heels and mittens suit you, so tonight you will sleep in them, but nothing else. And then tomorrow, you can start on the drawing room. When you have proven that you can be well-behaved, then I may consider your pleasure. But if your behavior should worsen, then I will lock away other parts of you. Hmmm, possibly your breasts, or maybe your mouth, or eyes?'

'Please, no! Miss Coerator, please!' Hannah sagged against the woman now, barely able to stand.

'Repeat after me, my dear: "I will be a good maid, and will go to bed in chastity, and wear my uniform with pride".'

She picked up the controller for the other device - Hannah had modified it, added several extra buttons and dials, and twisted a dial. It started to thrum inside her ass, beads twisting and twirling inside of her.

'Argh! I will be...' She groaned, barely standing. 'I will be a good... good maid, and will go to bed... in chastity, and, and, and wear my uniform... with pride.'

The device clicked off, as Miss Coerator smiled at her. 'Very good. Please remember to address me properly, and no foul language either! Such things will result in you being gagged, my dear. Such a pretty little mouth as yours shouldn't be polluted with profanity.' She kissed Hannah on the cheek, then tugged on the leash. 'Time for you to rest, my dear. Come.'

Hannah stumbled after her, lost in a daze of lust and frustration, feeling her ass shift and stretch with every step.