After finding her husband fucking the maid, Yolanda decides to make sure that it won't happen again - by locking both her husband and the maid into chastity devices. She finds she likes the maid a lot more this way...and her husband, too, if she's honest. 5k words, very dark content rating.
Content Warnings/Tags: cheating; coerced consent via blackmail; misogynist language, including (a LOT of) slut-shaming.
There had been a time once when Yolanda had hated the maid.
The flouncy little tramp--Penny, her name was--had been hired by Yolanda's husband, Dirk. Yolanda had known right away that he was up to something: people didn't keep maids, it wasn't fucking Victorian England for God's sake.
Sure, they were well-off enough thanks to Dirk's CEO position at his family's business, and there was no need to clean the house themselves, but all of their friends used housecleaning services--pairs of middle-aged women who showed up two or three times a week for two or three hours at a time, dressed in plain, practical clothes and rubber gloves.
Not a single, young woman flouncing around the house in a cute little black-and-white uniform for six hours every day.
So, yes, Yolanda had been on to the game pretty much immediately, but she'd thought Dirk just wanted some cute young thing to look at. Never mind that Yolanda spent half her time and half Dirk's salary on keeping herself looking as good as any twenty-something. But she was willing to put up with it, if that was all he was after, though she made it clear to him that she wasn't stupid and she wasn't happy.
And then she'd come home early from an appointment and found them fucking. In the living room.
The whole truth had come out then: Dirk had been 'seeing' Penny--Yolanda had to assume that this just meant he'd been fucking her, because he hardly had time to take the slut out on dates, and it would be a terrible blow to his reputation at work if he were seen out with a mistress--for months. He'd given her the maid job because she was in a terrible spot, fired by her previous employer, with no way to collect unemployment because she'd always been paid under the table.
And where had Dirk met this cute little maid? Well, at her previous employer's house, obviously--she'd been cleaning house for one of Dirk's friends from the country club. The friend's wife had been the one to fire her.
Three guesses why, and the first two don't count.
Dirk had refused to put Penny out of a job until she had time to find something else. When Yolanda suggested that he do the usual thing one does with a mistress and just pay her to keep out of the way, he called it a waste of money, and said that Yolanda could supervise her personally if she was so unable to trust his promise that they wouldn't be getting up to any further extracurricular activities.
Two weeks later, Yolanda caught them at it again, walking into the bedroom just as Dirk was coming down Penny's throat.
Well, at that point, she was done arguing. She was done negotiating. She just took out her phone and took a couple of photos of Dirk balls-deep in the mouth of the little costumed tart.
All it took was a couple of threats to send the photos along to Dirk's father--a dedicated family man, who would be more than willing to remove Dirk from his position in the company as well as strike him from the will if he felt Dirk was embarrassing him--and there was no more excuses. No more lies. Yolanda took steps to ensure she would know exactly where Dirk was putting his wandering willie.
She even let Penny stay on as their maid...with a few stipulations. Stipulations that, it turned out, Penny was not in much of a position to refuse, given that she had a significant criminal record and very few choices for traditional employment anywhere that would run a background check.
These days, Yolanda didn't really like Penny any better, but she did enjoy her more. In fact, Yolanda's new favorite activity on the weekends now was to sit around and watch Penny clean.
It was great fun. She could spend hours that way: drifting from room to room, a glass of wine in hand, finding a comfortable seat where she could sip her drink as she watched the miserable little bitch sulk through her duties.
Today, she'd added a little something spicy to the mix--in the slut, of course, not in her drink. Just to make things a bit more exciting.
Penny's trouble started in the kitchen. She winced and shivered as she wiped down the counters, braced herself before she knelt down to retrieve bottles from under the sink. She swayed her hips a bit too much as she climbed the ladder to dust the chandelier on the ceiling of the center hall.
By the time Penny reached the upstairs--still resolutely ignoring Yolanda trailing behind her--she was breathing hard, her cheeks flushed, eyes a bit glassy. If Yolanda didn't know exactly what was bothering her, she'd wonder if the girl had a fever.
It was in the study that Penny finally ground to a halt.
Yolanda watched with delight as the skank stood, half-frozen, in the middle of the room, holding a handful of books to be put away and staring at the bookshelves in front of her as if she'd suddenly forgotten how to read.
"Penny?" Yolanda asked, and the maid started, then turned a very unprofessional glare in her direction. "Having a little trouble there, sweetie?"
"No," the maid growled, and then shoved a book into the wrong spot and with a great deal more violence than the book probably deserved.
Yolanda tutted and stood from the cushy armchair where she'd been lounging. She placed her wineglass aside on the desk, freeing her hand up to grab the maid.
Penny yelped and threw an elbow back, but once Yolanda got her pushed up against the bookshelves and worked a hand against her cute little ass, she stopped struggling. Her outraged cries turned into a muffled moan of need as Yolanda found the hard cap of the plug buried in Penny's ass--vibrating quite firmly, Yolanda had forgotten she'd turned it on high, no wonder the stupid bitch couldn't focus!--and pressed on it, grinding the toy inside her.
"Is this the problem, dear?" Yolanda asked pleasantly as Penny groaned and squirmed. "Can you just not stop thinking about this toy in your nasty little butthole? Is it just making you so horny?"
"Fucking stop," Penny groaned, even as she spread her legs, allowing Yolanda even better access to toy.
"Oh! You want me to stop?" Yolanda tutted again. "I think I recall asking you for the exact same thing--when was that? Oh yes, the first time I found you fucking my husband."
"Evil fucking bitch," Penny snarled through grit teeth. Her voice was getting strained, and the plug twitched against Yolanda's fingers, like Penny was squeezing down on it.
"Are you trying to come from this?" Yolanda asked. She tugged Penny's skirt up--the maid squawked angrily--so that she could watch the plug move herself, could grip it in her fingers and twist it. Penny didn't wear panties while cleaning. That was one of the stipulations, as was the other piece of gear that was exposed with her skirt lifted: a clear chastity belt, absolutely dripping with pussy-juice. "Stupid hussy. If you could come from your ass, you would've figured it out by now, right? You can't tell me that you haven't stuck a dildo up there once in the past six months."
