*This is the fourth and final part of a multi part series. I would recommend reading the earlier parts before reading this one. This series of course contains a lot of stuff that no one should ever do in real life, and I do not condone such actions. The fantasy is fun though.*
26th March
She has been getting better and better at following my instructions. Every day I can let her get a little more freedom. She always wears the collar and I gave her a little maid uniform that she can wear. It's very cute. I don't have to punish her that much any more, but when I do I make sure to make it harsh and memorable. She is wonderful, and I am happier that I have been in a long time, maybe ever, living with her in this little house.
4th April
My vacation is almost over, and it's time to go home. I would like to bring my little maid with me. She has become such a good girl these last days, waiting on me hand and foot. It took some work to get her to understand what her tasks were, and to get her to do them, but now she's been good for quite some time. I fuck her many times every day, and she's stopped complaining about it. I think she enjoys it. She seems to get the most wet and excited when I punish her, or treat her roughly. The rest of the time, I have her either resting or serving my every need.
This morning, as I woke her up with her breakfast on a tray, I sat down beside her, gently stroking the hair out of her face. I told her we were leaving.
"You're letting me go?" She said, and I couldn't quite decide if she was happy or sad about it.
"No," I said. "You're leaving with me"
"Ah, ok." She said, "I understand, sir"
I left her to have her breakfast and went to make some coffee for myself. After half an hour or so I heard a crash from the bedroom. I rushed over to look what had happened, but found I couldn't open the door. She had barricaded it from the inside.
Quickly, I rushed to the front door, unlocking it, then running around the outside of the house. I saw her, just below the bedroom window, just getting to her feet. A sheet was hanging from the broken window. She had used the fabric to avoid getting cut by the broken glass.
She saw me, ten paces away. I could probably catch her, but it was mid morning and the noise of the window breaking would have alerted the neighbors already. She looked at me, opened her mouth, looked towards the bushes. I saw it too. There was an opening there, she could push through to the neighbors yard.
She turned and ran. I ran after her. She took two steps before stumbling, falling down, allowing me to catch her before she fully got to her feet again. She had been silent the whole time, still, I put one hand over her mouth as I dragged her back towards the door. She struggled against me, trying to get free again. I kept an eye on the street passing the house, but there were no people passing, so I dragged her into the house again, as quickly as I could.
When inside, I pushed her hard towards the wall. She hit it, stunned, but she managed to get her hands up to prevent any real damage. Enraged, I closed and locked the door before turning back to her. She had slided down along the wall, now sitting with her back pressed against it, eyes wide with fear, looking up at me.
"Please," she said. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please"
I grabbed her hair hard, janking her up, then as she tried to stand, I threw her to the side, and she fell to the floor again. I went down, turning her on her stomach, grabbing her wrists to tie them together. She kept shaking her head, mumbling
"No, no, no," over and over.
I tied her ankles together too, before going to get a few things from the kitchen. When I returned, she was laying there, shaking, trying to get loose, or at least turn over. I kneeled by her face, grabbing her hair to look her in the eye. She looked up at me, tears welling up to make her eyes shine. She was so beautiful, it was almost painful.
"Please," she said. "I can't take it anymore. Please! Just let me go"
I spat her in the face, then let go of her hair. She started crying for real, then. Her body was shaking and she was sobbing loudly.
"No," I said, simply.
I took the scissors to make a cut in her little maid outfit, then I ripped it apart, tearing it to shreds. It caused her to cry even more intensely. I took my riding crop and started whipping her ass. Caught in a rage, I was not gentle about it, making red stripes along her cheeks right away. Her pain gave her a focus as she struggled against her bonds.
"Please, I can't take it," she said. "Please"
I kept hitting her a few more times, admiring the angry red tint to her perfect ass. Eventually, though, I wanted to use my hands, so I got down on my knees and started hitting her with the flat of my hand instead. It was very satisfying, feeling the vibrations spread through the shapley form of her cheeks.
When my hand started to hurt a bit from spanking her I slowed down, letting the hand caress her a bit, feeling her ass, down in between her legs to find her pussy. It was soaking wet. I put two fingers in, testing the wetness there. A little moan escaped her in between the sobbing. I pulled the fingers out, and went over to her head again, grabbing her hair to look at her face.
