Andrew wasn't known to be very considerate or anything less than self centered; people at his office knew this, his family and friends, and most definitely, his hired maid knew. Her name was Lupita; a true beauty of hispanic descent, she filled out the quota for drop dead sexy. Completely smooth and hairless dark skin, voluptuous curves with E cups and an ass almost as big, long and shapely legs usually in skin tight leg wear. Even her cute feet were always on display, since she tended to wear flip flops when working her maid job. This outfit was typically acceptable, since most of her cleaning days had her go to other people's homes. These customers were other women or very elderly people who enjoy someone to talk to; the last one, however, was Andrew.
Lupita was always scheduled to clean his apartment on the weekends. Much to her chagrin, these two days had the man off from work. He was always indoors when she cleaned, possibly eyeing her up and mentally undressing her. It's not like Andrew wasn't attractive either; clean cut, fit and probably packing something, his personality was really what made him come across as toxic. Always evident to Lupita, for Andrew would tell her what to do. The whole while, smirking and giving her pet names like sweetie and honey.
On one fair weathered Saturday, this would reach a breaking point. The poor woman was absolutely livid; it started with Andrew berating her for showing up a mere 5 minutes late, included with a lecture about being punctual. Made even worse since she had to save some time getting ready by just grabbing the first clothes she found. Today's outfit was a blue tank top with an old (and rather tight) sports bra, accompanied by a g string she forgot she had and shorts with the word "dom" printed in pink on the back. Even her flip flops were different; this pair being a very impractical platformed variety, raising her 3 inches.
It would seem that Andrew was in a mood to take advantage of this scantily clad maid with his obscure orders. Getting on her knees to get under furniture that could easily be forgotten about, like under the coffee table. "Yes, please get every spot; my shoes just track in so much dust nowadays." He quipped, loving seeing Lupita's supermodel skin more than usual. Realizing what she had gotten into, Lupita grimaced and held her tongue for two hours; each moment being invaded by Andrew telling her what to accomplish next.
The man eventually went too far, constantly picking up dirt from his house plant and dropping it on the floor, ordering his maid to sweep it every time. The only broom and dustpan he had to use were ones with short handles, meaning one has to bend down or get on the floor to use them. By now, Lupita was exhausted thanks to her poor choice of footwear, and just resigned to squatting down each time. This gave Andrew a criminal view of her booty and the soles of her feet.
When the fifth time came around, Lupita was about ready to burst, before stating, "I'll go get the vacuum from the closet instead." Storming off down the hallway out of sight, she grit her teeth. 'That bitch,' she mentally screams. 'Just because he's got looks and a good career, he can work me to the bone?! As if! I'll show him what it's like to be under someone else's complete control for once.'
Hastily rummaging through the closet, she was unsuccessful in finding the vacuum; instead having created more mess with items falling off the top shelf. "Shit." She cursed, being smacked in the face by something. Dangling off the shelf was the end of a hiking rope, most likely seldom used by it's owner. Observing the taught binding material, Lupita gazed down at the back of her shorts. "Dom..." She whispered, grabbing the rope quickly.
Walking back to her "employer", Andrew was watching some TV when he heard the sound of his maid's flip flops. He was minutely caught off guard, being pulled up from his seat and spun around a few times. His utter some cuss words , possibly try to demand an answer. Being too dizzy to pinpoint where Lupita was, she took this chance immediately. Using the rope to bind Andrew's wrists and ankles, he found himself being pushed face first onto the couch.
"Look, 'babe'," Lupita mocked Andrew's mannerisms. "I'm taking the helm here now; you're all mine!" Sweating, the off shift businessman struggled, complete with grit teeth and a look of frustration deep within his eyes. There was nay a time Andrew would be in the mood for manhandling like this, especially from one considered beneath him.
Lupita didn't take this well, so she walked to the conjoined kitchen and searched through the drawers for a very sharp pair of scissors. "Allow me to take care of the ironing expenses for you." She chuckles, walking back to the couch and slipping Andrew's shoes off his feet.
Slightly shaking from the sharp tool being so close, Andrew heard a noticeable tearing noise, as his maid used the scissors to cut into his rather pricey business casual clothing. "Say goodbye to dirty laundry!" She maniacally jeers and keeps cutting and shredding. In minutes, Andrew found himself completely nude on the couch.
"Now, it's time for you to look me in the eyes and tell me-!" Lupita turned her captive onto his back,but was in shock at the 2 inch flaccid member between his legs. Biting her lip, she hadn't gotten off in quite some time, and if she was in control of Andrew now, surely that meant his body, too. "This, I like." She cooed, using her soft hands to squeeze Andrew's rod and stroke it.
