'Now, my dear, I have important business to be about, so must leave you to your own devices for the day.' Miss Coerator's hands ran over Hannah's body, tweaking and twisting her costume for the day into place - it was another maid outfit, of course, but the latex dress this time was knee-length in the front but utterly absent at the back, her butt entirely uncovered except for her chastity belt. The rest of the dress was tight against her body, the back scooping low, with long sleeves restricting her movements, and the mittens locked onto her hands. Stockings and heels completed the look, Miss Coerator's nails teasing against Hannah's inner thighs as she ensured everything was in position. There seemed to be a vast array of the things in the wardrobe, all slightly different, but all tight, restrictive and skimpy! Hannah had lost track of how long she had been here, having to endure that woman's caresses, although she had managed to evade punishment for a while.
'If I should return and find that you have been engaged in any untoward behavior, then I shall be very upset.' She stood, standing close enough to Hannah that her breasts pressed against Hannah's back, fingers rubbing against Hannah's neck, checking the collar was properly positioned. 'Today, I would like you to ensure the guest rooms are ready for use. They have been cleaned before, but the bedding will need laying out, as well as general dusting and polishing. Fresh bedding is in the laundry cupboard. It wouldn't do if my guests were to find their accommodation messy, would it?'
A pinch to Hannah's neck indicated that she should probably answer. 'No, Madam.' If she was gone for the day, then could she try and escape, or find another key to her belt or collar? A shock ran through her neck, as though summoned by her thoughts of rebellion.
'I have set your collar to give you a little nip every so often. To remind you of your duties. Oh, and should you stray from the areas you should be in, then the shocks will intensify. I returned from town once to find Chelsea in the entrance hall, writhing on the floor. She had soiled herself as well - all rather unpleasant, and that was the final straw before I assigned her to the dungeon on a permanent basis. I do hope you won't repeat her mistakes?'
Her breath was soft and warm on Hannah's head as she brushed and tidied Hannah's hair, pulling it through into a neat ponytail. 'No, Madam.'
'Very good. There is also some laundry of mine - it is in a basket in one of the guestrooms. The washing machines are close to the kitchens. I am also expecting a delivery, some new equipment for the kitchen. Kindly receive it and convey that to Cook. And once that is done, there is a room in the upper west wing I wish you to clean.'
She kissed Hannah on the back of the neck, gently at first then increasing the pressure, kiss turning to a bite, just as a shock snarled from the collar, making Hannah yelp. Miss Coerator chuckled. 'Oh, you are such a sweet little maid!' One of her hands slapped against Hannah's bare buttocks, the sound loud in the silence of the house. 'Such a shame I have other duties, otherwise it would be a pleasure to educate you some more.'
Hannah shivered - at the moment, there was only a small vibe locked behind her belt, nothing shoved into her ass or mouth, and she would like to keep it that way!
'Thank you, Madam.' She found herself spun around, Miss Coerator's hands on her shoulders, as she was kissed on the mouth, a tongue sliding against hers, hot and wet, before pulling back.
'Now, about your business, little maid. And remember - although I may not be here, don't do anything you shouldn't!' A final spin and a push sent Hannah into the hallways, Miss Coerator directing her before heading towards the entrance hall herself.
The guest rooms were all close together, coming off a wide hallway. Several plinths bore sculptures, all starkly erotic, but they were held in place with sturdy pegs and clips, making them easy to clean, despite the occasional sparking nips from her collar. The first she entered clearly showed Miss Coerator's interests, and probably what her guests enjoyed as well - the four-poster bed had chains and cuffs attached, so someone could easily be spreadeagled in place, with wooden stocks bolted to the floor opposite. Hanging on the wall were paddles, crops, whips, handcuffs and other tools and toys. Nothing that looked as though it might vibrate though - she wanted to get off! There must be a sybian somewhere in this place, one of those would surely buzz hard enough to work even through her chastity belt?
The bed was messy, having been vigorously used, whenever guests had last visited. The smell of long-stale sweat was heavy in the air - as Hannah approached, she could see dried sweat- and cum-stains on the sheets. Hannah imagined Miss Coerator spread out on the bed, cuffs around her limbs, spread open and exposed, gagged and blindfolded as men used her, fucking her senseless. Bet she wouldn't be so bossy and commanding then! She could do with a good seeing-to, along with a whipping, and worse.
A spike of electricity pulled her from her fantasy and she set to work, stripping the sheets and bedding, glad of the mittens as several used condoms fell to the floor. Fortunately, there was a bin in the en-suite, although it was almost overflowing with refuse from the previous visitors - condoms, condom wrappers, an empty bottle of lube, plasters and more. Hannah sighed. Could Miss Coerator not be tidier, or get her guests to clean up after themselves? This should have been done after the orgy or whatever had happened, not left for weeks or months!
