Author's Note: This is a chapter in a series that will include lesbianism and themes of incest, reluctance, BDSM, humiliation, and spanking. Please do not read if such content offends you, or if you can't enjoy the silliness of the premise. All characters in this story are 18 or over.
This is part of the 'Sapphire Lane' universe which is a collection of various series all set on Sapphire Lane, each lesbian related but exploring different kinks. Each series is standalone but features cameos and potentially crossovers with other series.
Chapter 3
Fatema was pleased with how the evening went, delighted at how her daughter's will to resist seemed to have crumbled against the threat of being thrown out the house, and was further crushed by the severe spanking. It seemed the girl had accepted, at least for the short term, her role as a hardworking maid and obedient daughter, with the next step being to make the girl understand these positions were really what were best for her, and then teaching her to enjoy them.
The Persian woman got ready for bed, thinking of how sexy her slim daughter had looked in the slutty maid costume of skimpy bralette, tiny little skirt, and cute accessories. 'It really is a perfect cycle, as when she is naked she wishes she was clothed, but her clothing is either a frumpy domestic worker uniform which she haughtily hates, or a slutty maid costume she must feel so insecure wearing in front of me, with both outfits probably making her wish she was simply naked instead!'
Fatema changed into a pair of silk pyjamas however she couldn't get her mind off her pretty teenage daughter dressed in the slutty maid costume, or the thrilling moments of power she had felt throughout the day whenever she gave the girl a command, forced her to kneel, spanked her bubble butt, or locked the leather collar around her slender neck. This feeling of domination felt more sexually exciting than anything she had felt in years, and she thought she would indulge in it. 'Modern women don't repress their sexual instincts after all.' She thought, and fetched her daughter's confiscated laptop, taking it back to her bed before getting comfortable.
She typed 'maid porn' in the search bar, intrigued and excited at what might come up as she had never looked at porn before. She cast her eyes over the explicit images and videos, then amended her search to 'lesbian maid porn' as she didn't want to see anything with the unwelcome intrusion of a man.
She watched a few videos of teen pornstars dressed in maid costumes, some even more revealing than Yasmin's, kissing and fondling one another, and slowly stripping down to take it in turns licking each other's pussies. Though the porn videos, the first she had ever watched, aroused her, it wasn't quite what the woman had in mind. She wanted something with a dynamic of a woman having some kind of power over a submissive maid, but as she flicked through videos, she found what she was looking for.
It featured a Latina woman in her mid-thirties, with tanned skin, dark brown hair, and a curvy body dressed in lingerie and an elegant dressing gown, lounging on her sofa. Into the scene entered a pretty blonde teenager dressed in a maid costume with white gloves, black stockings, and frilly headband, who pretended to dust around the room with a feather duster. As she bent forward to dust a mirror, the camera moved closer to get an upskirt shot that showed she wasn't wearing panties, with her plump pussy lips visible from behind between her legs.
As she continued to clean, the blonde girl knocked a glass vase with her duster and it toppled off the spindly side table it was balanced on, smashing on the floor. The Latina woman sat up angrily at the sound of shattering glass.
"I thought I paid you to clean my things, not break them!"
"I'm really sorry ma'am, it was quite precarious and I accidently nudged it a little firmly..." The blonde pleaded.
"Silence! It seems you are far too clumsy to even handle a feather duster! You really are a useless maid... hmm, perhaps I shall have one use for you, go fetch my high heels. Now!"
The blonde maid, frightened, hurried to fetch the shoes. Fatema caressed her large breasts through her silk pyjama shirt, finding herself become aroused by the story of a dominant woman angrily berating a cowering teen in a maid costume, but wondering why the woman wanted her high heels.
The blonde girl returned with the high heels (stiletto pumps with a low vamp), and the Latina woman, sat on the sofa, commanded her to kneel at her feet. "Put the right shoe on my foot." She ordered, and her maid obeyed, carefully sliding the woman's tanned foot into the heel. Fatema was reminded of how much she had liked making Yasmin kneel for her over the last couple of days, and seeing the blonde girl knelt at the feet of her ma'am excited her, causing her to rub her hardened nipples through her silk top.
"Now lick it!" The woman ordered her maid, who shook her head pleadingly but this only made the woman repeat her command more fiercely so the girl meekly stooped down and tentatively licked her tongue over the toe box of the shoe. Fatema watched intrigued as the blonde licked all over the high heel's toe box and vamp, having to get down on all fours when the woman lowered her foot down to the floor. Her tentative licking turned more energetic when the woman 'encouraged' her to double her efforts by putting her bare left foot on the back of the girl's head, holding her face down so she couldn't look up from her forced worship. As well as the shoe, the girl's tongue licked over the exposed top of the woman's foot including the toe cleavage caused by the low vamp.
Fatema's hand moved down her body, brushing over her stomach before pushing down the front of her silk pyjama pants, caressing her pussy. She could feel how much power a person must feel to have another kneel down and lick their shoe, and imagined the thrill of getting her bratty daughter, dressed in her slutty maid costume, to do so. She shivered slightly in excitement, thinking how she had heels similar to the ones the woman wore in the video, and imagined wearing them on her feet as Yasmin's lips reluctantly kissed them. 'Perhaps it would be going a bit far, but it would be a good way to teach her to respect me... and make sure she continues her transformation into an obedient loving daughter.' Fatema thought, licking her fingers then returning to rubbing her clit.
The girl put the Latina woman's left high heel on her foot, and worshipped that one too with her mouth and tongue, then was pulled up to lie across the woman's lap. The woman pulled up the maid's skirt, revealing her bare ass, which she proceeded to spank. Fatema didn't need to imagine doing that to Yasmin as it had only been an hour since she had over-the-knee spanked the girl, but watching the woman spank the blonde maid brought the memories back into clarity. Fatema moaned as she remembered the feel of the slender teen led across her lap, positioned to helplessly receive the spanking, and recalled how it had felt to smack the bubble butt, feeling the girl wiggle and whimper. She relived the thrilling sensation of domination, and orgasmed as she watch the Latina woman firmly spank the blonde maid, the girl's ass reddening.
Fatema finished the video then shut the laptop. 'I didn't expect porn to be so thought provoking' She mused to herself as she settled down to go to sleep, thinking back to the foot worship she had watched...
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Yasmin groaned as her alarm woke her at 7 o'clock. She had had a restless night full of intrusive thoughts regarding her mother that she wanted to forget, involving the feel of the woman's hands caressing her body the evening before when she was dressed in the slutty maid costume, or how beautiful the domineering woman's naked body had been in the bath.
The mixed-race teen felt the leather collar locked around her neck, a dehumanising reminder of how totally her mother now owned her, and felt stinging soreness across her buttocks as she shifted in her bed. She had been spanked two days in a row, and the woman hadn't gone easy on her, so it wasn't surprising her derrière still felt sore. 'I better hurry and get ready, as I need to get maman's breakfast ready otherwise she'll probably give me another fucking punishment. I'm not sure my ass can take another spanking...'
Yasmin showered, then opened her wardrobe where the drab housekeeper uniform was hanging, alongside the two that Fatema had brought as spare. The girl still couldn't believe that these, and the slutty maid costume she had put in her drawer, were the only items of clothing she had access to. The teen begrudgingly dressed in the uniform, pulling on the dark navy blue dress with its white collar and cuffs, then tying the white pocket apron. She glanced at herself in the mirror, seeing her glum face, drab clothes, and subservient leather collar.
