A few disclaimers and notes:
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This is new for me, I write stuff when I have an idea of my own. Since I'm an amateur at this, I found it challenging when I got a request/suggestion from another user. I'm not disclosing her username.
This may be a one time experience for me, since it's not easy.
I tried to build a plot depending on her 'maid dominating brother and sister, consisting of forced sex' suggestion. She didn't mention incest and I wouldn't have written this story if she did.
I tried to make it disturbingly erotic, without trying to make it realistic much.
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Events and characters in this story are completely fiction and I didn't use the names she suggested, to be able to say 'the people in this story are fictional as well'.
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The characters are all adults and I don't accept any responsibilities if there is a real-life background to the request; I can remove or change the story if such a situation exists, just inform the moderators.
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This story consists of lesbian and female domination, forced sex applied by a dominant female and some fetishes.
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I was born to money. I learned this idiom when I was arguing some girl online. She was saying that I was in no condition to suggest things to people since I was born to money.
What a crap.
Yes, me and my brother Ryan never had to care about money. We weren't like those high society rich people but we had more than enough. It doesn't mean that we never faced troubles in life. When we were young, we were continuously pressured to succeed in schools, we always had our close friends vetted by our parents while most of our school friends where experiencing social life. When I was at the university, my mother left us for some other rich guy in Europe and after the death of my sad father, I had to take care of everything.
I almost never had a relaxed period in my life. My brother and I didn't have to work, since I sold our inherited shares in my father's company. We worked, but not because we needed money.
My brother ran the business we built for us; after 35, I preferred to stop working. Good thing Ryan can't say no to me, so he accepted to do it for both of us.
Neither of us liked the effort for convincing people to work properly; we weren't raised to confront people as my father did it for us.
And, all those people; they need someone to stand behind them to remind them their duties. I hate people who can't follow simple rules or orders.
Just as this new maid. I couldn't learn her name for a couple of days but as I remembered, it was something starting with T. The day she started to work here, I told her not to go upstairs unless I said so.
She wasn't even finishing downstairs properly and she was going up to clean my study room or Ryan's room. I hated that; I thought that I had to teach her everything from the beginning.
In fact, I was a bit annoyed by her presence because when she arrived, I saw the gardener and the driver ogling her.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not one of those women who spends time with her driver or gardener. But looking at them, I could understand that she was very attractive. I never caught them looking at me like that. As I said, I wasn't jealous but I had a younger brother in this house and I knew those maids. It would take one 'anchor baby' to ruin Ryan's reputation and life.
Besides, as a woman, I wouldn't have felt bad if I caught one of my employees looking at me like that once a while. All of my friends had always told me that I was the most beautiful girl among them.
Anyway, the next morning I woke up to her footsteps. She was walking outside my room, towards Ryan's room again.
I opened my door to warn her "T... Err, maid girl!" but couldn't get her attention "Hey! New maid girl!"
She stopped, turned around and looked at me. For a second I thought she was angry, she looked at me like that.
"Tabbitha. You can call me Tab."
Wow, she definitely was different from all our previous maids. She wasn't timid, she didn't look like she acknowledged that I was her superior and... Yes, you could call her beautiful; I noticed that at that moment. First, I thought she had very long legs but then I understood that she folded in or pinned her skirt from the above to make it shorter.
She was still looking at me when she said "Is there something wrong? With my legs?"
I wasn't staring at her legs; I was staring at her skirt. She definitely needed to learn manners. But since I even had trouble making my employees work at my business, I had no intention to teach that to her. I considered talking to the agency for a replacement, first time I felt like that again.
With that thought, I turned back to go to my room. Then I remembered to warn her about Ryan's room and upstairs and turned back again.
That look on her face was even more disturbing. She was standing strong, with her head high, looking at me as if we were in a quarrel and she was winning it. I didn't understand that but that was the first time I felt intimidated by her.
"Tab, I may have forgotten to tell you that I will let you know if there's need to come upstairs."
I guess, my voice was too timid and the way I told her gave her a wrong impression. I do that a lot, some employees at work resisted my orders many times because of that.
"No."
"?" I couldn't understand what was happening. Was she defying my orders? In her second day?
I muttered "What do ", finishing my sentence hardly "you mean?"
She almost scolded me "CAN'T HEAR YOU!"
I was shocked. She didn't shout but the way she talked to me felt like she was shouting at me. I went weak at the knees. I never experienced such a feeling before.
I thought of going back to my room but it was like hiding in your own house. I tried to pull myself together and said "I mean, I didn't understand what you meant by 'No'".
"Ah, that. I said no, because you didn't forget to tell me that. But in my contract, it is clearly written that I am responsible for the whole house. I don't want to hear any complaints about incomplete work. So, I will do Ryan's room, the study room and..."
She looked at me, rolling her eyes, puffing up her cheeks for a few seconds and said "What was your name again?"
Was she stupid or was she after revenge, because I forgot her name? She wasn't talking like she was an ignorant person. She clearly wasn't raised in the street or so. It was obvious that she was smart. She just didn't respect me.
"Debra." I don't know why I answered her like that. I had no idea how she was acting like that while I was paying her. I had no idea why I didn't have the quarter of that self-confidence with all my money and education.
At such times I blame my parents for neglecting to train us adequately.
"Hah! Debby... Anyway. And, when you leave your room, let's say, in 20 minutes tops, I will do it too."
Did she just call me 'Debby'?
And, she was talking to me as she was my nanny. She told me that I had 20 minutes to leave the room. And I couldn't answer because she turned around, walked away to Ryan's room.
When I was watching her go, I noticed that she wasn't wearing the loafers we gave her, she was wearing my medium heeled, black, feather bedroom slippers. How was that possible? Who gave permission to her for wearing them?
I'm not a hygiene freak but shoes? I never share shoes.
She was going to work wearing them, then put them in their place? After she covered them with her sweat from her nylon feet, with any transmittable germs or things like athlete's foot? How could I wear them again? I always wear such slippers bare feet. How could someone not think of that?
I thought for a short period, to decide whether this counted as the next issue? Meaning that, was the condition to have her replaced justified?
Anyway. That day we never came across again. I wouldn't say I was avoiding that but I preferred to sit in the study room after she was finished with that room.
At night, I heard Ryan return. I got out of my office and waited for him in front of his room. I was thinking about the morning awkwardness. I guess I stood there like that for more than five minutes. Then I heard her laughter. Tab... whatever her name was. She was giggling and laughing. I walked to the stairs and heard them talking.
I took a few steps downstairs and saw them in the kitchen. Ryan was telling some stuff to her, trying to be funny. She was smiling, leaning back on the counter, playing with her hair. I could see that she was looking at him seductively, biting her lip in a subtle way. That little brat was trying to seduce my brother and the fool was turning into a monkey in front of her.
I didn't know what to do, how to react. I decided to interrupt this unpleasant situation. I coughed and walked downstairs towards them.
"Hey, Ryan. I didn't hear you come."
"Hey sis. I just arrived. I just met Tab, she told me she started yesterday."
"Yes, she did."
Tab wasn't disturbed by my interruption. She was still standing in the same position, playing with her hair and staring at Ryan's waist area behind him. She was clearly looking at her employer's ass.
I froze for a few seconds seeing that and then she looked at me, still smiling, still playing with her hair. She looked raunchy, even horny. And, she wasn't hiding that.
I couldn't say anything and I felt ashamed on her behalf. I felt my cheeks getting warm, probably turning red. I wasn't aware that Ryan was talking to me at that moment.
"... and I had to cancel that contract. We have to find another firm for it. Are you Ok?"
"Yes, can we talk?" and I walked upstairs towards my study. Ryan followed me only after excusing himself from their little chat with our maid. He was always polite but that was a bit extreme.
"What's up?"
"Ryan, we need to talk."