Characters
Main Characters
Lance Hayward:
New Master of Hayward Manor.
Cali:
The purple-eyed maid with a mysterious past. Has the Golden Garter.
Maria Hayward:
Lance's mother. Has the Silver Garter and is his Mommy-Maid.
Kylie Hayward:
Lance's little sister. Has the Pink Garter and his Little Sister Maid.
Ms. Lynette Docea:
Lance's history teacher. Has the Light-Blue Garter and is his Teacher-Maid.
Nancy Heres:
Lance's aunt and mother's sister. Has the Red Garter and is his Aunt-Maid.
Bella Miles:
Lance's best friend. Has the Yellow Garter and is his Maid-Wife.
The Daughter Maids - Bronze Garters
Angela Hayward:
Lance's daughter with his mother.
The Virgin Maids - Pink Garters
Tabitha
: Kylie's best friend
The Wise-Maids - Gray Garters
Mrs. White:
Dean
The Slut-Maids - Orange Garters
The Concubine-Maids - Green Garters
Veronica:
Student
Other Characters
Aleister Hayward:
Brought the manor from England to America
Alice:
Student
Alisha:
Shop girl
Ashley:
Student
Asuka:
Student
Brenda
: Student
Carla:
Student
Coach Richards:
Teacher
Deborah
: Aunt Nancy's eldest daughter
Felicity:
Student
Gloria:
Student
Izzy:
Aunt Nancy's youngest daughter.
Janiqua:
Student
Mortimer Hayward:
Lance's dead uncle, previous owner of Hayward Manor.
Mr. Carter:
Teacher
Mrs. Johnson:
Teacher
Mrs. Miles:
Bella's mother
The Imprisoned
Gizzamuluke
Hagazim
Lady Smiles
Maggotborn
The Misshapen
Ripper
Smiles
The Seductress
The Stalker
The Twin
The Naughty New Maids
Nancy Heres
I marched into my daughter's college.
Sadly, it wasn't the same school that Master Lance went to. My nephew went to a completely different college. But that was fine. I would make my daughters into fiery maids who would guard the manor. They would fight the evil and burn with fire.
I strode through the halls of the school, my skirt rustling as I walked. My heels clicked on the steps, echoing through the halls. I felt like such a badass maid. Strong and sexy and powerful. Fire burned in me. The fire to consume the evil in the world.
My hips swayed, the layers of puffy petticoats swaying around my legs and over my rump. My round boobs jiggled in my low-cut bodice. The few students I passed in the hall, stragglers who should be in class, all gasped as they saw me.
The boys stared with lust, all wishing they owned me. That they had given me the red garter proudly displayed on my left thigh. The girls ached to be like me. To be Lance Hayward's maid. They wanted to serve my nephew, but they needed to be fire.
My daughters had fire.
They were both wild girls. They had followed in my footprints. Sneaking in boys, getting fucked, gangbanged. They were wild and passionate. Sluts. Girls who weren't ashamed of their desires. Desires that were out of control. Like mine.
I had burned like a wildfire.
There was a reason that my husband divorced me. I cheated on him all the time. I saw a hunk, I went for him. I was married when I had both my daughters, and only my oldest was his. Izzy was another guy's.
I just wasn't quite sure which one. Officially, it was my ex, but he had been out of town that weekend I'd been gangbanged. I knew that I had been bred by one of those hunks. They had all dumped their cum in my pussy. No protection.
I hated protection. I liked it raw.
I had the fire, but it had no direction. Fire that burned in every direction, that blazed out of control, was dangerous. It had to be tamed by a man. The heat directed toward a purpose. To cook food. To heat a home. To melt metal. To drive engines. My fires were now tamed. They all burned for my nephew. And he would use me. Direct me.
Unleash me for his purpose. It was so wonderful to be tamed. To be his Dominatrix-Maid.
I could tell the girls I passed in the hall weren't complete sluts. Sure, they might have had sex with a guy or two, but they hadn't taken three dicks at once. Not like my daughters. I knew that Izzy and Deborah had even been in the same gangbang.
Izzy's first, if I wasn't mistaken.
I was such a proud mother that my girls were so sexually libertine. Now I was thrilled because they were perfect to serve. No more gangbangs. They'd only get to love one cock--the best cock there was in the universe.
And all the pussy they could handle. There would be so much cunt for them to enjoy.
I reached my eldest's classroom. I burst in to find Deborah looking at me with all the other students in the class. The teacher trailed off in his lecture at the sight of my glorious body. A wave of excitement washed through me.
"Mom?" Deborah asked. She was twenty with red hair that swayed around her face, a hue brighter than my strawberry-blonde tresses. She was wearing a belly shirt that showed off her flat stomach and her naval charm, a little gold chain ending at a ruby. "What are you doing here?"
She stood wearing jeans so tight, they had to stretch over that perfect ass of hers. She had my ass. My boobs. She was as sexy as I was at that age. As I was now. I set my cedar box on a shelf by the entranced and reached in to grab one of the orange garters inside.
"Mom?" she gasped. "What is going on?"
I held up the garter and purred, "You're now your cousin's maid!"
I threw it at her. She gasped as she caught it. Her eyes widened. A wild grin split her lips. The slut trembled with delight as she peeled off her belly shirt right there. She wasn't wearing a bra, of course. Such a good Maid-Slut.
Her round boobs jiggled as she unsnapped her jeans. She kicked off her shoes as her fly ripped open. Her bellybutton charm swayed as she rolled off her jeans. Made more of elastic than denim, they stretched to hug her body. She had a red thong beneath. She bent over her, thrusting her ass at more than a few boys who admired it.
She wiggled and squirmed with pure sensuality. She knew how to strip and make it look sexy as fuck. My cunt clenched. Juices ran down my thighs as my daughter peeled off those jeans. She stepped out of them. Her cute socks, white with a band of lace, peeled off next.
She grabbed the bikini ties of her thong. How sexy. I loved that she wore underwear like that. She pulled on both ends. The knots whisked undone. She whipped away the then cloth and revealed her shaved pussy and the gold ring threaded through her clitoral hood. It gleamed amid her wet folds.
I wasn't surprised by her clit piercing. I'd been with her when she'd gotten it. I had gone with her to give her moral support.