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Brr...brr...brr... the phone receiver was picked up "Ms Grace speaking, how may I help you?"
Grace Angelica De Lille, was a success business woman. She stood 5 foot 7 inches in her stocking feet, with shoulder length reddish hair, hazel eyes, pale complexion all bar a few freckles which decorated her shoulders, nice lips largish breasts and hips, and the one thing she definitely knew she did best was ...DOMINATRIX.
This story is of the meeting between her and the person to become her personal maid, later in another part I will describe the learning of dress and training, but for now please bear with me on the Meeting.
When Grace met Peter he told her of his yearning to dress as a subservient maid and how he wished he had a Mistress to serve under. A mutual friend had given him Grace's number and when he finally plucked up the courage to phone, he asked if she could help him She was only to pleased to oblige, and arranged for a meeting to take place at her home in the next few days.
The evening of the meeting, a nervous Peter arrived at Grace's door. He rung the doorbell and waited. The door opened and there stood a vision to greet him. Grace stood there, her hair piled up on top of her head wisps falling about her face and neck; she had smoky grey eye shadow, long dark eyelashes, and her lips painted a deep red. As his eyes lowered he saw Grace's heaving breasts, nipples protruding from a very tightly laced up red and black basque. Her warm soft skin looked so inviting. Taking his eyes even lower he could see the soft flesh at the tops of her black stocking clad shapely legs, and to round it off she was wearing very high red stilettos shoes. "God" he thought," Have I died and went to heaven". You could almost read his mind as to thoughts of what might happen.
Inviting him in to her home Grace took him into the "den". Now the "den" was a huge room which was almost bare apart from a huge couch, plenty of cushions which were scattered on the floor, and there was a very large plasma screen on the wall. This is where Grace brought all her clients to watch porn films to help them relax and `get into the mood'.
Telling Peter to sit down, she offered him a drink which he readily accepted, they chatted about what was entailed to become a maid. Grace told him her terms and left the room, leaving Peter to decide if this was what he was looking for. Some time passed and Peter wondered if she would ever re-appear.
The door opened... And there stood Grace, hair falling about her shoulders, but she had changed her outfit. She now wore a long black strapless tight fitting latex dress, with a slit right up to her thigh. You couldn't but help notice the curves of her body, her milk white breasts still heaving looking as if the would burst out at anytime, and black 6 inch stiletto heels. Tapping her riding crop against her thigh she demanded that he follow her into her boudoir which she called the `Enchantress's Lair'. (Again this was a big room the wall above the bed was decorated with whips, canes and riding crops. On her dressing table where perfumes and such like would be kept there was instead vibrators, butt plugs, strap-on's, gags, blindfolds and nipple clamps, all very enticing if that was what you were into. She even had leather tethers attached to the four poster bed).She would have her clients' strapped face down spread-eagled for what would be Pain as well as PLEASURE.
The room was candlelight and there was the sweet aroma of Jasmine lingered in the air. Peter followed like a little lap dog, and was told to strip naked, while he was undressing she disappeared, this time into the guests bedroom and went through her large wardrobe full of outfits, taking out a little French maids outfit and the 6 inch black heeled shoes off of the she rack she then went over to the dresser full of silky or lacy panties and g-strings, taking out a silky black g-string, she went into another drawer and took out a pair of new black seamed stockings. Placing them over her arm she returned to the 'Lair' and placed the clothes on the dressing room stool. Grace stood at the entrance of the door watching. Peter stood there shivering, hands over his privates, head bowed, looking very sheepishly. Grace picked up the crop again and walked across to Peter. "From now on." she said, "Your name will be Petra". Running the crop across his now sweat beaded chest, then up to his chin, making him raise his face until their eyes met. "Do you hear me?" said Grace but she got no response, so she repeated herself again. "Do you?" this time Grace got some kind of response. Trembling and in a shaky voice Peter said " Ye...Yes...Yesssss." "Good" she replied," Then we understand each other...completely."
Grace told him to lie face down on the bed, and taking the leather tethers she strapped him to the corners of the bed. Petra' trembled and shook, her' body now sweating profusely. When she had finished tying `Petra' up, Grace walked around the bed tapping the crop in her left hand. "You know I'm going to have to punish you now, You know that don't you, you have left me no choice, you should have answered me right away instead of being so defiant and hesitant".
Grace walked across to the table and took a gag and blindfold and returned to a struggling Petra'. She got on to the bed , and straddled Petra's' back stretched over , her breasts feeling the clammy skin of and the warmth that came from it was nice . Placing the blindfold over Petra's' eyes she then put the gag into place over her' mouth. Grace could see Petra' was slightly in a panic, not knowing what was going to happen to her'. Easing herself off Petra's' body, Petra' could feel the wetness and moisture from Grace's panties. Grace could see Petra's ass twitch. Preparing herself to give the punishment Grace took the whip this time off the wall and stood well back. Flicking and cracking the whip make a noise that was unforgettable especially to Petra's ears. Taking the it far back as she could she brought it down across Petra's' back, Petra' flinched with the pain, and this was only the first stroke. Grace must have whipped her' about six times and then smacked Petra' pert little bottom. Walking across back to the dressing table Grace took a ten inch vibrator and a jar of lubrication and returned to Petra'. Taking the lubrication and putting plenty on 'Petra's' tight little ass Grace slipped two of her fingers in moving her fingers slowly in and out up and down preparing Petra's' ass to take the 10incher. Grace then lubricated the monster, and slowly penetrated Petra's' ass. There was a moan of pleasure, Grace gradually worked it in and then turned on the vibration, and a light buzzzzzzing sound could be heard. Grace took the cane of the wall and with her other hand, and kept moving the vibrator in and out as she caned Petra's' ass till it was bright red and tingling.
Grace told Petra' to stay where she' was and unleashed the tethers on her wrists and ankles and told her' to turn over. Strapping Petra' back up, vibrator still inside her', Grace put nipple clamps on Petra's' breasts. Placing a clamp on each Grace pulled at the chain between them; Petra' gave a moan and shuddered. Her' clitty was now large, throbbing and standing to attention.
Grace said in a teasing voice" You want to cum honey, don't you?" to which Petra' nodded as she' was still gagged." Well" said Grace "I'm tell you now, you will not cum until I say so, do you understand?"
Lifting her dress up, Grace slipped her hand into her panties and started rubbing her clit, slipping a finger into her wet pussy, then another, she gave a moan of delight. Grace knew she wanted his/her manhood so bad and took her fingers out of her pussy and eased her panties off. Her fingers started to grasp the elastic of the g-string and with ease slipped them down to her hips; she found that the crotch had got imbedded between her pussy lips. They were soaking wet. Grace then fumbled about until she released her g-string and slid it off. Slowly and methodically Grace licked her fingers. Removing Petra's' gag she replaced it with her wet panties, Petra' could taste Grace's juices off of them. Straddling Petra' once more Grace lowered herself slowly down, her wet pussy dripping onto Petra's' clitty and balls. The sheer ecstasy the feeling of someone entering Grace's honey pot, heavenly, divine, taking all of Petra's' clitty deep inside her, Grace brought her legs down beside Petra's' and started moving up and down, rubbing pubic bones together, Petra' thrusting hers' out made Grace orgasm. It felt soooo good like fireworks exploding inside of her, her body tensing and then shuddering and she cried out with every orgasm. Trembling after all those multi-orgasms Grace tried to compose herself; after all she was a Mistress.
Sliding off Petra's' soaking wet clitty Grace untied Petra's' hands and ankles and told Petra' to milk herself' in front of her. Grace watched Petra' take her' clitty in hand and stroke it up and down. Grace pinched Petra's' nipples, flicking them. Watching with bated breathe as Petra's' clitty got harder and harder, the veins almost popping out of it, some pre-cum juice leaked out. Suddenly Petra's' body began to jerk and move as she' came. Grace made sure she got there in time to have `her' milk into her mouth and swallow. Mmmmmm thought Grace, just like good vintage champagne.
Grace told Petra' to go freshen up in the on-suite bathroom, and return as quickly as possible, as she passed, Grace patted her' naked bottom. While `Petra' was away Grace unzipped her latex dress her body sighed with relief, freedom she thought. Her hands eased the dress off of her ample breasts and body. Undoing her stocking from her suspenders she rolled them down off one leg and then the same again with the other, then she removed her suspender belt, taking it down over her hips and then dropping it to the floor. Stepping out she walked naked over to the chair by the bed, picking up a white satin short robe she put it on. The softness and the silky feeling against her skin made Grace's body so sensitive, her nipples were hard and erect and rubbing against the robe., making her feel very horny, she wanted so much to be pleasured but she was here to do her job and that was to learn Petra how to dress and act as a subservient maid.
She sat and waited, disrobing she walked to the bathroom. Naked as the day she was born and slipped into the shower unbeknown to Petra'. The first she' knew of it was when Grace put her arms around her' body and started running her hands up and down. Grace took the soap and lathered Petra's body, first her' chest her hands going all over Petra, then down towards her' stomach and then even further down to her' manhood soaping it and making it all nice and slippery. Petra' did the same, lightly soaping Grace, around her breasts, around the curves of them and over the nipples down to her body sweeping her' hands running over the curved waist and hips and finally reaching Grace's pussy. Passionately they kissed and their bodies melted into to one for just a few minutes. Enjoying every minute of it Petra' found she' had an erection again. Grace let the water run down her neck over her breasts and off her erect nipples. Grabbing a towel she stepped out of the shower and patted herself dry. Again putting on he silk robe she walked out of the bathroom, and waited for Petra' to finish what she' was doing.
Grace sat on the bed and waited...
To be continued
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