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More Than Just Her Maid... Cheesecake&confused billiam

As always, Amy was dressed in her rather embarrassing maid uniform. She was beginning to almost kind of enjoy it though. Having come from quite the conservative background, it was actually a lot of fun to finally push against this side of her and let her hair down a little, so to speak. Even more surprisingly, she'd started to dress more appropriately before leaving for her "Madame's" house, putting on a little bit sexier underwear so that the one thing she was still able to wear matched her uniform. But she was still terribly confused what it all meant. Why did Veronique want her to wear it? Why did she insist on spanking her for punishment?

These questions only got worse as she spent the remainder of her day working on the woman's room. It was her first time entering the space, and almost immediately she found the wardrobe filled with outfits made of a very similar fabric to her own, but much different designs. One was actually a full body thing, gloves and heels and all. She could hardly believe it, was Veronique dressing her like this because she liked to do so herself? Was this the hobby she was talking about?? Her mind was reeling as she started cleaning.

Before long she found herself in the woman's large walk-in closet and things only got worse from there. She saw some things she recognized, such as handcuffs. But there were also very strange things, like big rubber balls on leather belts, and toys clearly designed for sex but if pressed for an answer on how to use them, Amy would have been at a complete loss. She cleaned the rest of the room in a mental fog.

In fact, she hardly even realized it, but finally her steps carried her outside where Veronique was sunning herself. Her whole body just felt... funny. A more experienced girl would have recognized this as arousal, but being a good girl, Amy was completely baffled. She walked up to the woman's chair, curtsying slightly. "Madame? I'm um... I'm all done..." She knew her embarrassment and confusion was showing plain on her face, but she couldn't find a good way to either disguise it or just ask any of the millions of questions swimming around in her head.
 
"Excellent." Veronique said, enjoying the curtsy, lowering her book on to the table and picking up her glass of wine. She tested Amy, deciding not to give her any instructions until she was finished her drink. There was a spare seat next to the table which the girl could have sat on, but she was hoping that by now she would have to wait until her Madame told her what to do next. It was just another small game that Veronique liked to play, and it wasn't the only one either.

After another four or five minutes, Veronique finished the small glass and held it out for Amy to take it back to the kitchen. "I can see that something is bothering you, Amy. Did you see something you shouldn't have?" She asked, getting to her feet and walking until she was behind the girl. "Don't be shy; I know you have many questions. And I know you're very curious about it, as well." Veronique had a knack for being able to read people's faces, and Amy was a particularly easy person to read. She hid most of it behind a wall of shyness and her rebellious attitude; something which Veronique liked about her. She wasn't afraid to stand her ground sometimes and not give in... although it usually ended with her being bent over her knee and spanked like the naughty girl that she was.

She knew that she had promised Amy that she could relax out in the sun if she had finished early, but Veronique had a feeling that most of her free afternoon would be spent upstairs instead. "Perhaps it is better if we discuss things upstairs." She said with a smile, not even waiting for an answer before she headed upstairs and in to the wardrobe where she was surrounded by all of her wonderful things.
 
She did glance briefly, almost longingly, at the chair, thinking about sitting down. But somehow, she couldn't comprehend a way in which sitting down next to the woman would possibly be comfortable. In her current get-up, it would just seem too absurd! So she stood there with her hands clasped together in front of her. She was almost grateful when Veronique finally finished her drink and passed her the glass, giving her an opportunity to move again, taking it into the kitchen and washing it out before placing it in the washing machine.

She returned outside and the woman immediately began asking her questions, which somehow made her feel more and less awkward. At least she didn't have to bring it up, but now it was out there and she had no clue what to say. Luckily, the Madame was ahead of her and with amazing confidence walked her back inside and up to her bedroom. As with before, she stood slightly away from the woman when she could have just as easily sat down on the bed. What in the hell am I doing?? I'm like a cliched maid from some old movie...

Seeing the smile on Veronique's lips, she knew all this stuff meant a lot to her. But she just didn't understand. Having no idea what else to say, she just went with the most obvious. "I'm feeling very confused here, Madame... What is all this stuff?" She made a broad motion to the wardrobe and the closet.
 
"These are all my toys." Veronique said, looking around at the rather large collection she had built up over the time. Unfortunately for her, all of this stuff was going to waste because she had hardly ever found someone who was as interested as her to use it with. A few of her previous boyfriends, yes, they tied her up but she never quite had the same satisfaction when the roles were reversed. It was almost as if the bondage gear should be strictly for the female form only. And... Veronique had been secretly hoping that maybe Amy would be the person to share all of this with.

She wanted to say it, to even ask if it interested her, but Veronique couldn't quite bring herself to say it out loud yet. If only she were a mind reader, who could find out the answer to a question she hadn't yet asked. All she had to do was say it, and if Amy shook her head or ran out uncomfortably then it wouldn't be brought up again. But... she accepted the maid's outfit quick enough. Then again, wearing a maid's outfit made of rubber was different than squeezing yourself in to a latex catsuit and tying your hands behind your back. "Kind of weird, huh?" She said with an almost bashful smile; something that was a contrast from her previous domineering personality which had been bossing Amy about for the past two weeks. Then again, she was finished her shift so it wasn't as if they were employer-employee anymore.
 
She cocked her head to the side, continuing to notice how at peace and excited Veronique looked. This was an entirely new side to the woman she'd never seen before! Sure, they were only two weeks in, but so far she thought she had her completely figured out - bossy, strong, kind of over-the-top. But now she was letting herself shine a little and Amy's heart fluttered for just a moment. She looked... kind of pretty at that moment, allowing herself to become ever so slightly embarrassed by all of this.

And there was no denying that, even if Amy didn't understand what was happening to her, if something like this brought so much joy to someone, then perhaps there was something good in it. So even though she had no clue what was happening here, she shook her head slowly with a warm smile "I dunno, you seem pretty happy about this stuff... It can't be that weird, right?" She shrugged, unsure why she was playing into this so much. But despite all the weirdness that had been going on, she was having an okay time with her job and making a ton of money. So her boss had some kind of pasttime that maybe others looked down on... So what?
 
"No weirder than a grown man having a train set." Veronique shrugged, turning around so that she could give her cheeks the time to remove the redness that had been staining them for a few seconds. "Most of this stuff isn't something you could have fun with by yourself. Many of the... restraints are impossible to get out of unless you had a helping hand. And of course, knowing that you can set yourself free takes away some of the excitement." She walked over to where a black rubber straitjacket hung from the wall; she was hardly Houdini so it was hard enough to put the thing on let alone get it back off.

She still hadn't asked the question, however. She had turned around, her cheeks now having returned to their normal colour, hoping to find that glimmer in Amy's eyes that might signal her interest in some of the stuff. "Wearing your rubber dress is one thing; but the feeling of having your entire skin covered in it is something else." Veronique walked over towards Amy, one hand on her shoulder. She decided that she couldn't do it, and decided to change the subject before her cheeks had the chance to blush again. "I guess I promised you the afternoon off; you may change back in to your own clothes if you wish."
 
Fortunately for the woman, Amy most definitely was intrigued. She didn't understand a single thing about all this stuff, but her interest was piqued nonetheless. Initially all the questions had been swimming around in her head but finally she was starting to actually voice them. With the hand on her shoulder and Veronique closer to her, she looked back into her eyes and frowned. "Why would you want to cuff yourself or whatever? I-I don't understand..."

Instead, Miss Bourbon just kept talking around her in circles and she could feel her head spinning worse than ever. And most strangely of all, she found that she really had no desire to go home. She didn't even necessarily want to get out of the dress just yet. Still, it would have been really weird sitting around in this outfit. It seemed wrong. "I-I'm alright for now... Could we maybe just relax for a while here? I mean, I could go back to my dorm and everything, but it's pretty boring at school right now. And your house is so nice... How about I go change and we can talk some more? I dunno, I-I wanna know more. Like I said, if you care about this stuff so much, then I ought to learn about it, right?"
 
Veronique was struggling to hold her excitement, but for the time being the cool act of Madame Veronique was holding up strong. She nodded at Amy's suggestion that she go back and get changed, and was even more surprised when she mentioned remaining in this room so they could talk about it some more (or as Amy called it, "learn about it"). Veronique was all very cautious about it, as she didn't want to scare the girl off. It was fine talking about simple things like handcuffs and rope, but there was some pretty extreme stuff in this room that Veronique hadn't even used before.

Sitting on her bed, she dropped back and stared at the ceiling with a big grin on her face; her eyes closed as if she didn't have a care in the world right now. Amy was perfect. She was maybe a little shy, and a little awkward about things but other than that she seemed to have an open mind about everything. There was no running away or never coming back: even after the first day she came back on time and didn't seem to moan about the outfit again.

Opening her eyes and sitting back up, Veronique got rid of the grin and looked around as she waited for the girl to return upstairs. That's when she had an idea. Aware that she had a few minutes to spare, the Frenchwoman got to her feet and instantly began to climb out of her summer dress, walking over to the wardrobe in nothing but her underwear. The catsuit was her favourite choice, although it was a bit of a struggle to squeeze herself in to the tightness. Some lubricant against the skin helped the process, and as soon as the sound of footsteps ascended the stairs: the Frenchwoman was standing in an outfit that covered every inch of her skin with black rubber from the neck down. The heels helped elevate her height by a further six inches, while the rubber exaggerated her female outline; it helped show just how curvy this woman was (especially around the hips and rear area). It had been so long since she had worn this that Veronique almost thought she wouldn't be able to wear it, but as she pulled up the zip... she knew it fit just right.
 
She nodded and turned around slowly, her movements in the heels somewhat more natural, but they definitely did not allow for her usual grace. She went back to the room she usually used for changing and stripped down. A mirror against one wall showed her as she slipped out of the dress the fact that her nipples were quite hard at the moment. Had they been like that all along? Had they been visible?? How embarrassing! She blushed heavily and dressed as quickly as she could, back into her lacy black bra, then into her plaid button-up shirt and jean shorts. She left her shoes where they were, desperately needing some time away from those heels. They could seriously make the feet hurt...

She paused once more to look herself over in the mirror, not sure why she was so concerned with how she looked. Most notable of all was her cheeks, which continued to be red as beets. She tried to shrug this off as she headed back upstairs.

The blush wasn't gone for long, though... She opened up the door and was shocked to find that Veronique had changed outfits while she was gone! She opened the door just as she had finished zipping it up, eliciting a very dramatic gasp from the co-ed. She stumbled slightly, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight. Well, a tiny part of her was willing to admit she now understood the appeal of her Madame's hobby. She may not have been gay, but she could recognize when a woman looked good - and encased in that weird fabric, she looked incredibly amazing, that was for sure. "Er... um... I-I see you decided to change too..."
 
Veronique could barely contain herself from running her gloved-hands over the latex, the way they seemed to glide and bobble over her curves. When the door opened, she looked over towards Amy who was now back in her casual clothes; a contrast to what Veronique had just put on. The French woman began to slowly walk towards her, her elegance in the high heels was something which Amy had yet to achieve. "I thought it would be appropriate if I changed. No point wearing something as... unsexy... as a summer dress when I'm in here." She said with a smile, stroking the young woman's cheek with her gloved-hand. Of course, Amy already knew what it felt like because she had been wearing the outfit and rubber gloves for more than two weeks, but Veronique hoped to convince her that the touch of rubber was second-to-none.

"Now." She said, looking around the room. There was definitely plenty of stuff to talk about, as she almost had everything under the sun. "What would you like to see first? Perhaps a demonstration might be the best way to go about this." She hinted, hoping that Amy would volunteer herself to be a guinea pig in it all. If she didn't, then Veronique definitely planned to put on the Madame personality again and show her the 'rough' side of it all.
 
Initially, she was kind of excited, but again she didn't really know what it meant. The gloved hand touching her cheek elicited a small smile that brought her back from the realm of nervousness a little bit. Despite the strageness of it all, it was a tender moment, and she found herself leaning slightly into the hand, enjoying the touch. It was different, but not in a bad way - if pressed, she might even say in a good way. "I mean, your summer dress was pretty lovely but... well... I guess this is too."

But it was the next part that drew her back into her anxiety. A demonstration!? Talking about it was one thing, but to actually allow this woman to use handcuffs on her, not to mention all those other weird things in her closet. She shook her head, smiling softly, hoping that she wouldn't be too upset to be shot down. "Um, I'm really not sure I'm... that interested. Can't you just explain it to me?" She took a small step backwards, trying to continue ignoring that weird sensation filling her body as she stared at Veronique in the shiny black outfit.
 
Shaking her head, Veronique brushed passed Amy and walked towards the bedroom door, turning the key in the lock and taking the small metal object from the door. She was now stuck in here, and no amount of shouting out the window would help her either. They were a few miles away from everywhere, although Veronique did not believe for one minute that her maid would go to such extreme lengths. All she needed was a little bit of... convincing. And whether that convincing was handing her the things or forcing her in to them, then so be it. Amy would learn the hard way about expressing her true desires.

"Oh, relax. You're in safe hands." She said as she hid the key inside of her catsuit and strode back over to her in her six inchers. "Now just relax. There's nothing to be worried about. How do you know if you don't like something if you've never tried it? I'll be gentle, don't worry." She said, brushing passed her again and whispering the last part in to her ear. "Let's start with something that isn't too scary." She teased, picking up a simple pair of handcuffs and throwing them over to Amy. "Put those on now. Behind your back." She commanded; saying it in a similar kind of voice as she had said when she wanted Amy to put on the padlock heels on her first day.
 
Amy may have been a very good girl and a virgin, but she knew when someone was coming on to her. She'd had guys try it back in high school, and she'd always been so very good at shaking them off before. So the fact that this woman, who she was sure she wasn't even interested in, couldn't be shaken off so easily was kind of distressing her. But even worse was that she was buying into it. She knew that whatever was happening with her body, it was a pleasant sensation, even if confusing.

But no amount of whispering and touching and stroking was going to push her so far as to make herself helpless just because Veronique asked, or rather told, her to. She looked at the handcuffs in her hands then back at the woman, baffled. "Y-You can't be serious... Is this kinda stuff really fun? I mean, people enjoy this?" Still, her voice didn't sound disgusted, necessarily, just confused. And there was still that hint of curiosity, hidden only because she was trying to bury it.
 
"Oh yes." Veronique said as she continued to look at whatever else she could use on Amy. By this point, her back was to her so she had no idea if she had actually started putting on the handcuffs. However, the lack of 'click' indicated that so far she hadn't. "Some people, anyway. Perhaps you are one of those people, Amy?" She questioned, spinning round and frowning a little that she hadn't yet done as she asked. "Do I have to do it myself? Don't make me come over there or I'll give you another spanking." She warned, slowly beginning to move her feet to indicate that she was more than prepared to do as she was threatening.

Another wonderful thing about the catsuit was that it squeaked. And each time that Veronique moved, her thighs would rub against one another and cause a sound which she loved to hear. It was too late to go back now; she had thrown the handcuffs over and locked the door. She just couldn't let Amy leave without trying all of this to find out what her opinion on it was. If she grew to like it, then their working relationship had definitely advanced on to something else. Friendship? For Veronique, maybe more? Although Amy had never indicated that she was even bi-sexual, but then this was the perfect time to find out hidden secrets about yourself.
 
Amy frowned dramatically and looked down at the cuffs in her hands again. All of this was getting way out of hand. She really didn't appreciate being put in such a strange position, and while her interest was growing, so was her fear. With the door locked and her "Madame" in this creepy if alluring outfit, she felt her heart pounding so hard she could practically feel it in her ears.

She was about to set the cuffs aside when Veronique threatened another spanking. Sometimes she felt like her ass still hurt from the last time and she wasn't exactly looking forward to another one so soon. The alternative was still incredibly frightening, but...

She seemed to consider this for a long time, praying the woman wouldn't make a decision for her while she took so long. But finally her head dropped slightly and she turned around, awkwardly placing one cuff around her right wrist, then fumbling the other around her left. They snapped into place with a sickening series of clicks. There it was, she was experiencing her first dip into... whatever the hell this was. A little wriggling revealed that her mobility was already seriously inhibited. What else did Veronique have in store for her? And why was there such an intense sensation between her thighs?
 
Hearing the clicking that indicated that both hoops of the handcuffs were now around both wrists, Veronique walked around behind Amy to comfirm that she had in fact fastened them around herself, rather than just closing them to make it look like she had. "Good." She said, tugging on the chain before letting go of it again. "Now... that is only the beginning." Veronique smirked, placing a hand on her shoulder again. "Let's sit you down somewhere a little more comfortable."

Veronique lead Amy towards the bed, wrapping a gloved hand around her upper arm and guiding her over before pushing her down on to the edge. She had been hiding something in her other hand; a pair of narrow leather straps spilling out from either side of her closed fist. Once Amy had been sat down, Veronique climbed on to the bed and knelt behind her... looping the object over her head and in front of her face. In the middle of the strap was a red ball, and with Veronique hovering it in front of Amy's mouth there was no point in guessing where it was going to go. "Open wide, darling." The French woman commanded, beginning to try to force it between her teeth whether she opened her mouth or not. She was using a little bit of force, trying anything she could to pry apart her lips if Amy refused to budge.
 
'That is only the beginning' she had said. That did not sound particularly good for Amy, though perhaps a bit exciting, admittedly. Regardless, she was cuffed now, and getting away was going to be a lot more difficult already. So why wasn't she even trying?? Why were her legs shaking in a way that told her she was kind of eager to see where this was going to go? Could it actually be she and Veronique weren't so different, that she actually enjoyed this stuff as well? After all, despite her initial protests, she'd gotten used to wearing the dress and the heels, almost comfortable even.

However, this didn't bar her from trying to fend off the large rubber ball being produced in front of her. She now saw what it's purpose was, and she could say she was interested in seeing this particular revelation through to the end. But that wasn't going to stop her Madame. And no matter how much Amy shook her head and closed her mouth tightly, the more that Veronique pushed it against her lips, the harder it was to resist the force. She eventually had to open her mouth and accept the gag, sure that too much more resistance would land her another spanking, which Amy simply wasn't ready for. Soon enough her mouth was kept open wide by the rubber ball, the buckles securing around her head. She whimpered softly, already feeling her jaw getting a little sore. She turned around to look at Miss Bourbon, her blush growing, her eyelashes batting appealingly as she wriggled against the cuffs and attempted to speak only to find this nearly impossible. She could utter incomprehensible noises, but that was about it.
 
"That's it..." Veronique whispered as Amy finally gave in and accepted the large rubber ball between her teeth. Her gloved hands fastened the buckle behind her head, moving her hair out of the way so that it did not get in the way of the straps. "...good girl." She said, her head leaning forward and kissing her lips quickly around the gag. When Veronique realised what she had just did, she pulled back and just smiled, yet it did not reflect what was actually going on in her head. Her Madame continued to play with the young girl's hair, using her fingers to brush it away from her face; she had such beautiful hair. Veronique could not help but grin even more when Amy attempted to speak, her pathetic attempts resulted in nonsense and unintelligent sounds... something which turned on Veronique very much. Gag talk was such a wonderful song to her ears, and Amy would probably see just how much her Madame was enjoying this all.

Veronique was definitely a lot more confident now that she had the girl restrained, the nervousness and awkwardness had faded away. The only difficulty that she had now was to stop herself from grinning like an idiot. She had an act to play. Right now, she was the one in control. Having disappeared again, her Madame returned with two other objects. One of them appeared to be a long pole (about 3 feet wide) with a shackle at either end. The other was more familiar: a collar. Yet this collar was different, it wasn't as narrow or small as a dog collar, but instead was tall and sturdy, made of leather and definitely an intimidating sight. To those who were familiar with this hobby, it was called a 'posture collar'... and it's design would prevent Amy from moving her head even an inch, as well as causing her head to tilt upwards.

By now, it appeared as though Amy was beginning to enjoy this too. It wasn't as if Veronique could actually understand the things she was trying to say, but none of the grunts and mmphs sounded like the word 'stop'. Fastening the leather posture collar around her neck, she secured it tightly yet also allowed some slack due to this being her first time. If future situations arose, then she would not be so generous.

The spreader bar was next and Veronique grabbed Amy's feet, before looking up to the denim shorts she wore. "Those will have to come off." She said, beginning to tug them down (although leaving her underwear for now). Then, she began to fasten her ankles at either side of the three-foot bar...
 
Despite the slow, almost agonizing pace at which Veronique moved, Amy's head was swimming so much that everything seemed to be happening in mere seconds. Before she knew it, her head was being held securely in place by some kind of leather fixture, and a few moments later her lower body was being slowly revealed and her ankles cuffed apart by a metal bar.

Her conflicted feelings only continued to grow as she watched another woman undress her and slowly exert control over her. She felt so completely out of her element, and admittedly quite uncomfortable. And yet, despite all this fear, she wanted to try more. With each new piece added to her body, she found that she could only helplessly wriggle and make small mewling noises into her gag. She was even more surprised as Veronique kissed her on her parted lips. Amy could finally barely comprehend what was happening here. Though the woman had never explicitly said so, this was very swiftly turning into a sexual thing.

Sure, part of her had known that all along, but with the soft speech, and the removal of her pants, and the kiss on her lips, it was unavoidable. How far did her Madame intend to carry this out? Would her first time be in such an embarrassing and confusing and exposed position? Or was this merely experimentation. The young woman had no clue how to process this. She'd always imagined that her first sexual encounter would be something special with someone she truly loved. But her body was starting to override her mind and that concern was fast taking back seat to her physical needs, whether she got that or not. She wanted to voice her questions, to ask more, but Veronique seemed set on letting her understand everything first hand.
 
Veronique took a few steps back to admire the sight of the young woman in bondage. While it was all new to her, and it was something she had never experienced before, Veronique still had lots of thoughts swimming about her head, and a list of more toys that she wished to use on the girl. However, it was her first time and she didn't want to scare her off. She was also unsure of what else she could do, she didn't want to go 'too far' by doing something that freaked Amy out. After all, they had only known each other for a few weeks and even then... neither of them had did something like this before. It had been nothing but a business relationship until a few moments ago.

"How are you feeling, my dear?" The Frenchwoman asked, watching the young woman wriggle around on the bed. Not that she could actually tell her how she was feeling, but Veronique would get the general idea from her facial expressions and the way she moaned in to the gag. "This is your last chance to ask me to take off your restraints before I go any further. I must... warn you that things may get a little more... 'personal' after this." Having taken the girl's shorts off and leaving her with nothing but panties, it was obvious what she meant by personal.
 
The question actually blew her away. For some reason, she felt as though she was completely trapped, but now she was starting to see that beneath the facade of confidence and strength, there was also an air of sensuality and kindness she had been missing at first. Had she been feeling like this ever since their first day together? Had the spanking been a sexual thing as well? She simply didn't understand, but again her body was doing all the thinking for her by now. She knew full well she could have screamed into the gag and stared at her angrily, and by not doing so, she was surrendering herself to her Madame for the next little while, perhaps beyond.

After seeming to take a second to think about it, she let her eyes drop down to stare at the floor, and she attempted to shake her head no, but of course the collar saw to it that she was quite stuck with her head facing straightforward. She was sure that her silence would more or less signify her desire to continue - and hopefully, also her complete and total sense of confusion, a plea for Veronique to treat her gently. She wriggled against the cuffs again and finally turned her eyes back up at her Madame, wide and full of curiosity and wonder. While she may not have immediately been aware of it herself, Veronique was almost certain to notice the tiny wet patch on her panties.
 
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