Chapter 7
Her Maid's Had Enough
Rebecca entered the house after spending the night with Kyle, made coffee, and sat on the couch in the living room pondering her recent fate. She felt alive, not just sexually, but in every way imaginable. It was great sex, she knew that, but was more than that, and touched something deep inside her. She knew she had dark thoughts at times, but usually repressed them unless she was masturbating or having trouble cumming with John. Afterwards, she felt guilty about having them, and was sure she would never want them to happen in real life. She had thought about them less and less over the past couple of years as the pressures of work and John's frequent absences pushed any form of eroticism out of her mind.
She could almost feel Kyle's hands on her and see the look in his eyes that said he could see her hidden thoughts. She shuddered as she thought about what he knew about her responses, and wondered why other men hadn't a clue about a woman's mind. It made him dangerous in the way insanity could take over the mind and make a person lose control.
She heard Maria enter shortly after from delivering the boys to a friend's picnic birthday party. Maria went to her room and stripped. Looking into the mirror, pretty dark eyes and curly black hair returned her stare. Her waist wasn't as slim as it used to be, she sighed, but her breasts, described over and over again by her boyfriend in college as 'magnificent', hadn't developed any sag. Now in her late 20's, she had been born of wealthy Mexican parents who had sent her to the United States to an elite college. They had suffered ruin when oil prices crashed in '93, and she had to leave college. Without working papers and no future in Mexico, she had to take anything available to "illegals", and sought a position as a maid. She gritted her teeth thinking about the cards fate had dealt her. Now at last, Kyle had turned up and given her a way to get even for all the menial jobs she had been assigned by Rebecca. She was starting to understand, and enjoy, the feeling of power he had given her. A tight smile crossed her full lips thinking about the head of her boss buried between her legs. The special glass had changed more than a few things and she wondered, thanks to Mr. Kyle, who was the "boss" now. She shook her hair out, then went into the bathroom for a shower.
Rebecca went upstairs, opened a dresser drawer and fished out a thin journal hidden between the drawer and the base. No one had ever seen it. She hadn't written in it for quite some time. Taking it downstairs, she leafed through the pages, smiling as she read her fantasy about being forced to have sex, not with one, but with the entire Board of Directors of a company she depended on for a good share of her business. She had met with the President on a number of occasions, and found his rugged good looks, and forceful personality so erotic. No one would ever know that she came especially hard when she masturbated, thinking about kneeling in front of him with her hands bound behind her back, unable to resist his pleasure.
She shuddered and felt her lips puffy and moist as she thought about Kyle. If he had only been like other guys with whom she had had affairs—but he was very different and these differences were the very essence of the man. She hadn't had an orgasm without his permission in a couple of weeks now. It was strange that she was horny all the time now, although it had often been weeks between orgasms during the last couple of years and it hadn't bothered her then. She considered rubbing on the locks piercing her labia. That, in conjunction with working her erect nipples compliments of the tip less bra, should bring her off now that the piercings weren't so sore. But something held her back. She didn't have the butt plug in, so he would have no way of knowing. Still, one part of her brain said the ache between her legs needed immediate attention, while another part said she would be falling into the trap of eroticism laid down by Kyle. She laughed out loud saying she wouldn't let him take over her mind, but in the same instant, knew deep down with absolute certainty, that he had already.
She sipped coffee and stared out into space. It was all so confusing. One side of her wanted his attention and the sensory overload he brought into her life. But giving up control was sooo difficult, even scary. She thought about having to beg to be allowed to cum and how humiliating it made her feel. But that thought again sent a charge to her clit and she said, "damn, damn, damn," aloud as she realized she had almost cum.
She had to get control of herself. She would write in her journal later when she was feeling more normal. More normal, that was a laugh, she thought ruefully. She had to figure out a way to keep this from John. He wouldn't, couldn't, understand, and the blackmail Kyle held over their heads made her resolve to keep it from him for fear he would do something foolish.
She leafed through the pages, a rape fantasy, a couple of fantasies with another woman—God, she never in a million years thought that it would ever happen. She could feel the urge to pee, and looked around thinking about sneaking into the bathroom on her own. She knew it was forbidden in the house, but the glass in front of Maria was so humiliating, to say nothing of the strange way Maria was acting about it. HE would never know, would he?
The ringing of the phone startled her out of her reverie. The voice at the other end resonated in her ear, raising her pulse-rate.
"Good morning, my slut."
She winced at the word. "Good Morning, Sir."
"Are you relaxed after the activities of last night?"
"I am just relaxing now, Sir"
"Good. Have you exercised yet this morning?"
"No, Sir."
"You must keep your body in excellent shape for me."
"Yes, Sir."
"Go and do it at once, then await my instructions."
"Yes, Sir," she fidgeted trying to figure out when she could pee.
"And Rebecca,"
"Yes, Sir?"
"You shouldn't be needing the pecker gag any more. You seem to be doing very well with that part of your training."
"Thank you, Sir." She wasn't pleased to hear it, was she? "Sir?"
"What is it Rebecca?"
"May I use the bathroom first?"
"You may seek out Maria. As soon as she's done with you, go right to the exercise room."
"I...Thank you, Sir," she said with resignation in her voice. "Sir?"
"Yes, Rebecca."
"Will you please consider letting me take off the padlocks when my husband returns?"
"I will let you know when they can be removed."
"Damn, damn, damn," she said aloud after she hung up the phone. She went in search of Maria, and found her in a short blue skirt, gold blouse, and heels, leaving her room to go out.
"I need to pee," she said simply.
"Tough," was the response as she brushed past her employer. "Today is my day off, but I have already had to take the boys over to the Sutten's because you spent the night with your boy friend. Now, I'm leaving."
"Excuse me," she retorted with authority. "I'm speaking to you. You will wait and you will listen to me."
Maria hesitated. The habit of several years of servitude overcame her inclination to allow her temper to get the better of her. "Yes?" she responded her jaw set firmly.
"Get the glass so I can relieve myself."
"I'm late for an appointment," she lied. "I really have to leave now."
