Maidslaves - the Perfect Gentleman?

To the fans of the

Mike & Lora's Loan

series, updates are coming, I'm waiting a little to see if there's more feedback. For fans (and apparently haters?) of

Matty Identifies As...

I'm a little attached to the characters now and I'm trying to do them all justice. In lieu of those updates comes this self-contained story.

The last MaidSlave story was polarizing: some really liked it and some did

not

. Thanks to everyone for reading, favouriting, and rating! (yes even the bad ratings)

Disclaimer

All characters are legal adults in the jurisdictions presented, and in any case are 18+.

This story revolves around a universe where there is legal slavery either voluntary or by debt-based indenture. This universe is loosely based off the works of Carl_Bradford, Joe_Doe_Storirs and many others.

Consent is paramount! Slavery is bad. Historical and race-based slavery was exceptionally bad. Modern slavery, in all forms is bad and should be condemned.

The concept of "legal slavery" and "self-indenture" is a fictional erotica topic with BDSM themes and should be taken lightly, not as a serious presentation of any desirable future. I'm borrowing the universes well presented on Literotica without consent or knowledge of the prior authors: I beg their indulgence.

This story employs themes of feminzation, non-consent/reluctance, mind control/hypnosis, slavery, bondage, submission, control, and Domination.

Eric the Gentleman

"Welcome to MaidSlaves, where Slaves are Maid not born!" chimed the petite maid in yellow-gold satin, who curtsied by the entrance door.

Eric had heard the refrain what

seemed

like a thousand times, though he was sure it could not be that many yet. "Hello Maid, you look lovely today," he replied as he usually did, for it was true: this maid was a vision.

MaidSlaves had opened its new location less than a year before, so if he counted on twice a day, it had to be much less than a thousand--and he only came by here on weekdays. He'd adjusted his walk to work so that he could waltz by MaidSlaves on the way. He usually exchanged a cordial greeting with the maids outside and was rewarded with adorable curtsies. Behind the two or three maids they had deployed to greet passersby, windows showed display areas where maids waved, blew kisses, and various other displays of submission to the pedestrian public.

In front of the windows were terminals where people could place a silent auction bid on maids, or even give them approval points. There was an intercom button where anyone could order the maid to pose or display for them. They could give punishment points too if a maid wasn't being appropriately servile to the whims of the public. Too many punishment points and the maid would be brought outside and publicly disciplined in a set of stocks that currently sat empty. Eric had no idea what the approval points got them, but the maids always seemed thrilled when they he obligingly pushed the green happy face button in return for a blown kiss or a pertly-presented bottom.

Eric never asked the maids for anything nude, though some eagerly presented themselves naked anyway. Unlike a lot of the perverts who made passing by MaidSlaves part of their routine, Eric rarely made requests, and never anything lewd. If he ever did, he usually looked for the shy maids trying to disappear into the paintwork and got them to come to the window to give him a little wave or curtsy. Other people would ask them to see their twats, or flash their tits, or even to finger-fuck themselves in public. Eric might watch one of these performances, but he found the asking of something so intimate from a slave that wasn't even your own was distasteful.

[...]

There was a daily parade of a certain sort of person, people desperate desiring a maid but without the funds to buy a slave at all--let alone a trained MaidSlave--yet from the beginning many of the maids had remarked on Eric. One of them had learned his name in their first month and they'd started a file on him.

Maid 0202, the Maid of The House--slave ranks worked a little differently--was in many ways the manager of the maids at the "front of house" where the sales interactions happened. She was specially reserved by MaidSlaves from her auction batch for her special fitness to manage other maids. Training maids wasn't like selling off other slaves: it required a deft hand and a firm-yet-gentle touch. Maids were slaves, but depending on the maid, their special brand of hyper-obedient docility made them vulnerable in ways other slaves weren't. Go too hard and they'd simply break and be useless as maids, go too soft, and there wouldn't be enough pressure to form the diamonds she made from the charcoal that came through intake.

She kept files on potential clients for her "special" maids. Every maid was a little different, but some were more different than others. Part of her role as Maid of The House was to scout out those clients whose desires matched the inventory currently preparing for sale, and those who would make good homes for their maids.

Maintaining the brand identity was key, and to do that, the maids had to fit well into their new lives. In order for that to happen, the maids not only had to be well-prepared, but the clients had to be well-understood first. While MaidSlaves did sport a public auction once a week, most of its sales were invitation-driven affairs where select clientele would be asked to show their interest. Maids were supposed to be quiet and orderly, and that's just how MaidSlaves liked to have their inner workings as well.

It wasn't just their personalities, some of these maids were physically delicate little things, they'd be wasted on a brute. Better to set them up with the gentler, polite men and women who craved an obedient nymphette to wash their homes and satisfy their needs. The brutish types she usually tried to divert to other slave auction houses, but she tried to keep a few hardier girls around for them too. Of course when she could, she'd set them up with one of their discipline maids: those special slaves the rich and comfortable bought to be disciplined in private.

Yes, the obedience training room had two functions: the breaking-in of the new intakes, and giving an opportunity for that select number of maids-in-progress to learn the art of the paddle, the whip, and the taser. Daily, it would crack, smack, moan, and whimper with the contact of trainers, maids, and bright red bottoms. Nightly, it might feature those unruly slaves that were resisting their training and needed an overnight treatment in bondage and hypnosis.

The willing and the wanton, they all came here as slaves--sometimes even free people--but they all left as MaidSlave approved slave maids: immaculately presentable, trussed up and in uniform, silently waiting for their owners to transport them to their new fate. Almost all of them entered as part-time indentures, but none of them were ever really free again. A few weeks here was enough to break most intakes, but a few years as an owned MaidSlave maid and the mind simply wouldn't be able to return to its old patterns.

Maid 0202 had been free once: she didn't miss it, freedom was a distant dream she'd woken up from. She loved to obey her owners, and she loved moulding the bright gems, the worn pebbles, and the lumps of clay that entered into the gleaming onyx sculptures of perfect dolls they sold for luxury prices.

She knew Eric couldn't afford MaidSlave prices: they'd gone down that road in his first month "passing by". She appreciated how polite he was with her girls though. Much as they were slaves to be bought and sold--every bit as much as Maid 0202 herself--unnecessary cruelty to maids felt to her like hitting a show dog with a newspaper or taking a Rolls Royce to buy lumber: a needless abuse. If you could afford to have a maid, you could afford to learn to discipline them properly. These beasts that would pass by hoping to wail on a punishment maid just because: it made her shiver. But Eric was a thoughtful sort, the sort she wished

could

have bought her, maybe.

There was another use for gentle polite souls though, and Maid 0202 had to be alert for those too. Polite genteel people were more disposed to maid training: it just made the whole process simpler. While MaidSlaves was willing to take the time required to produce the gems it was becoming famous for, time was money, and sourcing keen prospects was just another part of managing the front-of-house. Maid 0202 didn't really consider Eric a prospect, but she hadn't shut the door either.

Today the shop was quiet, she had a minor glut of girls ready and waiting for auction. Her showroom was full, the window bays brimming with satin, leather, and pvc all gleaming from the stage lighting. The girls would never know she was watching them, her face passing by small one-way mirrors to monitor them closely, CCTV recording their every move as well as hers. Maid 0202 sighed: without customers coming by there was little she could do and little to be done. She wouldn't be punished for slow sales, but she wouldn't be rewarded either.

It was then that she espied Eric walking home on his usual route, but--she checked her watch--he was a little early today: he must've got off work early. As he went about his usual routine of window shopping, rewarding maids, and being cordial, she made a decision. Propping the door open behind her, she approached Eric directly--they already met incidentally a few times.

[...]

Eric had been slightly intimidated by the Maid of The House the first time he'd met her. Her crisp air and ballet-like gracile execution of even the

slightest

movement made her seem almost otherworldly. It was only once she'd curtsied and displayed for him that he relaxed: she was still just a slave, after all. Since then, Eric had continued to be as unfailingly polite to Maid 0202, and had developed a nodding acquaintance with her. Usually, she would lightly curtsy before returning to her business and he would wave back.

Today however, she stood next to the open showroom door and curtsied deeply directly at Eric. "Hello Master Eric, I trust you are well today?"

"I'm quite well, thank-you Maid 0202." He replied with a smile. She returned his smile: it was so nice that he remembered her designation,

most

of the men who came by could never be bothered.

"You seem early today, Master. May this maid ask a question?" she kept her eyes down talking to Eric.

"Or course Maid 0202 you may ask me whatever you would like," he smiled patiently.

"Did you finish work early today, Master? Do you have some free time?" she inquired timidly.

"As it happens, I did maid, thank-you," he smiled his reply. "As to my free time... Yes, I am indisposed at the moment, but you should know that I can't really afford to--" he stopped abruptly when the Maid of The House snapped her head to make sudden eye contact. A slave would never interrupt, but Maid 0202 had

ways

. Her eyes quickly returned to the ground once Eric was silent again.

"Master need not concern himself with the expense of purchase today--that is if he is unable or does not wish to. I have another invitation altogether Master Eric. I would like to invite you to Maid Tea..." suddenly she seemed uncharacteristically uncertain.

"Oh. I--oh... What is Maid Tea?" he asked puzzled.

"Master Eric is always so polite to our maids, and it is a slow, quiet day. I thought the Master might enjoy some--social--time with some of our maids awaiting auction..." she continued addressing her remarks to the ground at Eric's feet. "Maid Tea is a sit-down snack with tea and coffee and light conversation."

"Oh, I don't know... I wouldn't want to abuse your hospit--" he began again before seeing the other maids turn pleading puppy-dog eyes at him, almost in unison.

"Oh,

please

let's have tea Master Eric!" chimed two of the maids from outside together. "Please!..."

Eric couldn't resist, he folded like an ironing board.

"Oh all right, I'll stay for a bit," he checked his watch pointlessly. Eric knew very well he had absolutely no plans tonight, but he was much too embarrassed to admit that he hadn't had nighttime plans in three years. "But only because you girls are so lovely!"

The assembled maids all smiles: all but one maid accompanied Eric inside as Maid 0202 unlocked their leg shackles one-by-one. The yellow satin clad maid waved a giggling goodbye as Eric was dragged off, each arm seized by an elbow-length glove of a maid. Maid 0769 nodded to the Maid of The House, she would handle the public outreach until further notice. She paced the tiny distance her own leg chain permitted her, wondering exactly how far they were going to go with Eric.

[...]

"Yay! We're so happy you're having tea with us!" chimed the maid from outside. The blue-dyed leather of her corseted fetish maid outfit squeaked as she leaned in and kissed Eric on the cheek. "We're going to have

so

much

fun

."

Maid 0202 led the way, with Eric being essentially blinded with chaste cheek-kisses from the maids guide-dragging him along. He couldn't stop blushing. He even managed a couple giggles: this was turning out to be the

best

day.

Maid 0202 leaned over and touched an intercom: "Maids in rooms one and three: you may join us for Maid Tea! Eric--the nice one--is here with us today, he's agreed to spend a little time with us!" Maid 0202 announced to a tiny chorus of cheers, and larger chorus of disappointed groans--not everyone got to come to tea, it seemed.

Tittering and giggling, a small collection of maids spilled out of side doors in a cascade of colours, skirts, and frills. There was a cacophony of clattering heels as they rushed over to join the maid-parade to the tearoom. Eric was finally ushered through a door trimmed in blue velvet, revealing a cozy room, well-appointed with comfy chairs, couches, and loveseats, with small end tables between them. The maids guiding him to the room finally released him and gestured to the couch before giving him a final smooch on the cheek each.

"Please sit, Master Eric!" they smiled and answered in unison.

While Eric gathered himself to sit down, the other maids following in behind them each gave him a tender kiss on the cheek and a fondle of his arm as they took their own preferred places quickly. Before he realized it, the only spot remaining was in the centre of the big comfy couch. Shrugging slightly, he made to sit.

Just as he spun around to sit, he smiled at the gorgeous display of perfect maids around him. These were the finished products, the precious stones that would soon be sold for top dollar. A sensation of lucky warmth crept through him: this was a rare treat! Even bidders would struggle to arrange a meeting with this many maids.

Sitting down, the assembled maids clapped and cheered. "Teatime!" they cried out. The maids from the display rooms that flanked Eric on either side each took an arm and started to stroke him. The maid on his left was petite, white, brunette, and wore a classic French maid cut uniform in black satin with elbow-length white gloves; on his right, the maid was a little taller even than Eric, of mixed heritage, and she wore a cotton pink uniform in a Japanese-style cut with small pink satin gloves.

Each kissed Eric again on each side as their gloved hands stroked him gently.

"You're always so

nice

Master Eric! It's a shame you can't afford to take us home... Tell us, why do you like maids?..." the pink-cotton maid asked innocently.

[...]

Eric spent ages explaining to the maids how he appreciated the maid aesthetic, how beautiful he always found them, how he found their training to be exquisite and even intimidating in its completeness. Meanwhile his tiny teacup had been refilled three or four times by Maid 0202 who had appointed herself host of the whole affair. Currently presented with a silver tray of tiny biscuits, Mark carefully selected a pink-frosted one.

"...and of course then there's the satin. You always seem to be wearing the finest silks... Every time you've touched my arm it always feels like the softest fabric in the world..." he trailed off, finally having expended everything he had to say about why he liked maids. He realized with a sudden wave of self-consciousness as he realized he'd just rattled on for minutes on end about how much he loved maids, and these adorable dolls were politely hanging onto his every word. There'd been the occasional probing question egging him on, but these girls were quietly thrilled to listen to the politest Master they'd ever known come out of his shell a little.

There was a polite pause as the assembled maids patiently waited to ensure the Master had finished speaking. Then there was a tiny cough from a slightly tall maid seated across from Eric. She was seated alone in one of the comfy chairs and cradled her own teacup with a gloved hand, the green vines of the floral pattern peeking out from between her fingers.

Maid 0202 spoke up at this, "There is something else you could help us with Master Eric, a somewhat delicate matter... Seeing as how you love satin so much and love our maids so well..." she drew a breath. "We would like to have a gentle Master help us out with a special maid of ours..." the Maid of The House gestured at the maid opposite Eric. "Maid 0775 came to us a virgin, and she is a delicate flower. She needs an introduction into the womanly arts, and I fear our typical treatments might lack the--" she reached for a word "--finesse that I think will help her bloom into the maid I know she will be."

Maid 0775 shifted uncomfortably in her seat as she kept her eyes glued to Eric's shoes. There had been so much to take in, Eric hadn't given her proper study yet. She had an average build, with moderate breasts, and she wasn't as petite as some of the others. Eric wasn't sure why she should be considered delicate, but despite the superficial nature of their interactions, Maid 0202 had never struck Eric as dishonest; he trusted that this was a little bird the Maid of The House was worried would be crushed.

"Well, I don't know that I'm the most experience, but it would be my honour to assist such a lovely dove to soar," Eric smiled a cheeky smile. "I wish I could have bid on you--" Eric looked around the room "--on

any

of you, but life is not so lucky to me."

"If you'll come with me Master Eric, we'll help you feel lucky today," Maid 0202 glided over in her eerie way and lofted out a hand to Eric still sat on the couch. "All your good manners are about to be rewarded Master; we've seen you are a gentleman, and we know you will make Maid 0775 feel like a good little maid..." she pulled him up and toward the pink cotton-clad creature gulping nervously across from him.

"Maid 0775, what does a good maid do?" asked the Maid of The House imperiously.

"Good maids obey. Good maids serve. Good maids please Master," she replied automatically.

"Correct Maid 0775! Be a good girl for Master. Make Master happy. Do whatever makes Master happy," instructed Maid 0202 as she guided them out the door and pointed them across the hall to another room. "Master is to take as long as he pleases and use whatever supplies Master would like." Letting Maid 0775 enter the room first, Maid 0202 pulled Master Eric aside. There, privately to just the two of them, she demonstrated perfectly how a maid properly addresses a Master. "This is a very rare opportunity Master, and you are a very rare Master. Please be gentle with her, but--please don't be shy either, she has learned well how to serve but her bedroom skills need a lot of--exposure--if she's going to excel in the auction we have planned for her."