Slave Maid For Sale

[Cadrac]

Carlos shivered with anticipation. When he saw her picture in the catalog, he knew he had to possess her, make her his, claim her as his property. When he read that despite her beauty, she had been so diligent in her studies that she'd never taken time for dating, he knew he wouldn't be satisfied until his cum was leaking out of each of her formerly virgin holes. And when he read about her home life, he didn't pity her, just thought it would be such delicious irony to enslave via drugs one who had succeeded in remaining clean in the house of an addict.

Her special room was all prepared--restraints, implements, special equipment, and of course, locks, soundproofing, and a drainage system so he could hose down her and the room. Once she was his, she wouldn't be leaving that room again until she was his broken slave, eager to do whatever he wanted, living just to please him. No matter how long that took. But it shouldn't take long. Friends of his, the ones who had recommended the agency to him, told him their drugs were highly effective. Long before she was mentally broken, she'd be acting as if she was, and the drugs would actually brainwash and reprogram her so that he'd be able to slowly lower the dosage without any change in her horny, submissive obedience.

He especially was looking forward to seeing how she handled arriving in her bare-breasted uniform with the agency's rule that a maid was never to wear anything in addition to the uniform. Would she brazenly travel to the estate, or would she wear something covering it up that she shed before he could see her. He'd know because his estate security system included cameras on the grounds and at the gates, and he planned on recording every moment of his slave's acquisition and training.

 

[Ariadne]

She arrived at the address, full of trepidation. She wasn't even sure how she had been talked into this, except that the fact that she needed additional funding to support her studies was paramount. Once that was admitted, then she allowed herself to go in the catalog, almost as a dare with her friends.
She never though for a moment that someone would want to hire her, let alone topless, as it was so much more expensive. She thought once her employer had seen her tits, that would be that, although she was extremely shy, and uncertain whether she had made the correct decision.
She tried on the uniform for the first time, and found herself feeling massively exposed and vulnerable. She went through with it only because she didn't want to admit to herself and her friends that she had flunked it at the first step. Little did they know she had to go topless though.
She had large breasts, 38DD, and was a little self conscious of them, although they were firm and a nice shape, with large pink aureoles around her sensitive nipples.
She was 5'7", and apart from her breasts, a size 6. Her hair was dark brown, and medium length, feathered, her eyes gray.
Her name was Emily, her friends called her Em.
She stood outside, with an overcoat over her uniform. It was cold, and she knew her nipples were hard and erect from the cold. She felt worse than if she had no clothes on, she felt as though she was deliberately flaunting her body in the outfit she had been provided with.
She was also told to arrive in her uniform only! Some chance!
She rang thebell to be admitted to the property, and when the gate opened went inside and walked up the drive.
Outside the front door, adrenalin pumping, she finally summoned up courage, shed her coat, and standing there in her gross, exploitative uniform rang the doorbell.

 

[Cadrac]

Carlos lingered in the security room for a few minutes, watching the feeds from the front door area. The one built into what seemed to be a normal peephole in the front door, and the one disguised into the mosaic stonework of the front steps that allowed him to look right up between her legs. He especially enjoyed the view of the way the thong panty that was an official part of the uniform hugged her nether region. The agency had them specially manufactured labeled one size larger than they actually were so that they could supposedly issue a girl the size she said she wore and have them fit like a second skin.

Looking up from below, Carlos could see they made her look more naked than if she wasn't wearing anything at all. And since she had been purchased rather than merely hired, she had been issued extra special panties, ones impregnated with a drug that would activate with moisture and body heat and, since they would be continuously riding up in between her nether lips no matter how many times she tried to adjust them, the drug would keep getting rubbed directly into her cunt, a drug which was a less potent form of the one he would eventually enslave her with.

The one in her panties would stimulate her, arousing her passions, lowering her inhibitions, and making her more submissive and biddable. And the more aroused she got, the wetter her panties got and the steamier her cunt became, activating even more of the drug. Unless she was a completely frigid bitch, by the time she was done actually cleaning his entire mansion, she should be going practically insane with lust and shouldn't even consider questioning it when he suggested she deserved a cold drink after working so hard.

He had paid the extra fee on more than one occasion to have such panties issued to girls who weren't being enslaved, once even for a girl who wasn't even topless, and he had never failed to convince them to have kinky sex with him. This time, he wasn't even going to try, but it would be amusing when he gave her the counter agent for the knockout drug. Because the drug in her panties wasn't sufficient to overcome the resistance she would feel waking up chained to the special table he had purchased from the agency and installed down in his basement dungeon, but it would make it so she couldn't resist enjoying her own rape. The horror she would feel as her body betrayed her and started fucking him back, joining him in orgasm, would make her rape just that much more delicious.

After a few minutes of enjoying the sight up her exceedingly short uniform, and what the cool breeze outside did to her exposed nipples, he departed the security room, taking a moment on his way out to engage the thumbprint scan lock. Walking the sort distance to the front door, he arrived in a time that would be reasonable had he been in a remote section of the house when she rang the bell. As he opened the door, he wolf whistled, and then blushed sheepishly, looking for all the world like he had been unable to control his reaction at the first sight of her and was embarrassed by that. "I'm sorry," he apologized, "that was uncalled for, but your picture doesn't do you justice. You're far more lovely in person. You must be Emily, unless the gods have smiled on me and Emily's beautiful twin sister has decided she was so jealous over Emily's opportunity to come to my house, that she decided to come over here first to entertain me."

Looking even more embarrassed, he added, "Oh, how rude of me, there you are standing out in the cool morning air and I keep us talking on the doorstep. Please, come in." Saying that, he stepped aside to allow her to enter the foyer. The size of this room alone showed why Emily had been instructed to arrive first thing in the morning and expect to be working late. For one girl to clean that entire house by herself, even just for a regular weekly cleaning, would put her into overtime on her triple pay rate, since there in California all hours over eight worked in a day counted as overtime in addition to any over forty in a week. The starting pay for the job was twelve dollars an hour, so overtime on triple pay meant that each hour that exceeded eight would earn her a whopping fifty-four dollars an hour. And that was her pay, so the amount the agency charged him was no doubt astronomical. At least it was for the normal girls he had previously hired. In this case, given the fact that he had purchased her outright, the hours didn't actually matter, but she didn't know that.

 

[Ariadne]

Emily felt totally exposed, almost worse than naked in the openly sexually suggestive and revealing 'uniform' she was wearing. Her self consciousness about her large breasts was amplified tenfold by their overt display, and now that a man - her employer - was openly ogling her, and playing with her brought it all home to her. His wolf whistle and apology had won him no prizes. He was now in the category of 'perv sleaze ball' as far as she was concerned.

The uniform was also making he feel hot, int a strange way. She never thought that wearing this uniform would by any other than the opportunity to earn faster - once she overcame her nerves at wearing it. But it seemed to be sexually stimulating her all of a sudden. "Was it because sleaze ball was looking at her" she considered, and dismissed the thought as so unlikely as to be impossible. He was attractive looking, but still a psb as far as she was concerned.

She stepped inside and was amazed at the size of the place. It would take her hours and hours to clean up here. The money would be good though.

"Well" she said in reply to him. "Here I am. leased to meet you. Erm, I'd like to get started on the cleaning straight away if that's ok with you - it looks a large building, with a lot of cleaning to be done. Will I be doing alone - I mean are there any other maids?"

 

[Cadrac]

He smiled at her and replied, "No, it's just you. I don't have a regular maid staff, which is why I use a service. You're just here for the regular weekly 'maintenance cleaning'--dusting, sweeping, vacuuming, emptying trash bins, making the beds, cleaning any obvious smudges on windows, mirrors, and other glass, and making sure all seven bathrooms are cleaned and fully restocked, the sort of things the average maid service does in a major hotel every day. I hire an entire squad of twelve girls to come in every three months and do the major jobs like polishing the silver, waxing and buffing the hardwood, washing all the walls and windows, shampooing the rugs and carpets, and my laundry is sent out, so that's never an issue for you girls, other than dumping the bed linens you change into the laundry chute that's on each floor."

His eyes were obviously continuing to rove her body, frequently returning to her breasts, but surprisingly making actual eye contact on a frequent basis. He quite definitely appeared to feel that having paid huge sums for her to clean in that outfit, it was his right, part of his paid for service, to oogle her luscious body as much as he wanted. But he also quite obviously was completely capable of keeping his hands to himself. He didn't move them towards her a single time the entire time he was talking to her.

Continuing to acquaint her with her tasks he said, "The kitchen staff takes care of keeping the kitchen, pantry, and other kitchen related storerooms neat, clean, and tidy, so you won't have to do anything in that area of the house. Normally when I have a girl in for cleaning, they make an extra portion of whatever they're fixing for lunch and dinner so that you can share in the meal, but my head cook is on vacation and her assistant is home with the flu, so I'm afraid you'll have to settle for my meager skills. Lunch will just be subs, and for dinner I'll attempt to prove I haven't lost all my talent at fending for myself since successfully riding the dot com bubble." He smiled self-deprecatingly, eagerly anticipating the response he would get from the well-prepared food his classically trained cooking skills would put before her that evening.

"You have an hour's break for both lunch and dinner, on the clock, and three twenty minute breaks, one this morning, one this afternoon, and one after dinner, that you may take whenever you desire, all also on the clock. I noted the time the doorbell rang and you will be on the clock from that moment until I bid you farewell again at this doorway, including whatever time you might have to wait for a cab this evening." He could afford to be so generous, she was never getting paid for any job again, but in actuality, these were the terms under which all the girls who cleaned his place did their job. He had struck it rich in the dot com boom and got out with his vast fortune before the dot com bust.

If he weren't a geek with the long-term social skills of a gnat, he probably would have already developed a permanent, non-coerced relationship with one of the pretty girls who had worked in his place. At least two of the ones he had paid for special panties for had no regrets at all in the morning to the extent of being in no rush to leave his luxurious bed even though the drugs had worn off long before they woke up. One had even seriously hinted, in a way that any more socially cognizant lover couldn't have possibly missed, that she quite happily would have stayed permanently, suggesting he might hire her as his permanent live-in maid, but really meaning she was willing to become his mistress. He merely quoted the cleaning agency's service contract that forbade hiring any of their girls permanently for at least a year after they'd done a job at his place. (That clause was there, of course, to ensure that a client didn't take matters into their own hands and enslave a girl without paying the agency for her and just claim they'd hired her onto their own staff.)

"You can hang your coat on that rack standing in the corner behind you there, and don't worry, it will be our little secret that you had it; the agency need never know." Gesturing towards the staircase he said, "Let me show you where the cleaning materials, bed linens, and bathroom supplies are stored." However, he made no move towards the staircase and it could easily be assumed that he intended for her to proceed him up the stairs once she had hung up her coat so that he could enjoy the view from below and behind her. And he apparently knew how obvious his intentions were, because he shrugged his shoulders and smiled in a way that wordlessly proclaimed, "Well, I am paying outrageously for exactly this sort of opportunity, after all."

 

[Ariadne]

Emily felt like an exhibit at the zoo, in her uniform as he openly ogled her as he spoke. She was embarrassed, particularly about her breasts, so brazenly displayed, as she removed her coat and hung it up.

It sounded as if most of her work was to be on the bedrooms, and she realised that it would take hours to complete her tasks.

She familiarized herself with the supplies, but head to go up the stairs to do so, and found him following her, no doubt enjoying the upskirt views he would be getting. She knew her panties were particularly revealing, and walking upstairs with flouncy skirts was giving him a perfect view of her most intimate parts. She began to wonder if she had made the right choice in taking the job, but at least he was keeping his distance and not making any moves on her.

Emily decided that, embarrassment was not going to get the job done, and if she threw herself into her work she would look less appetising for him as he followed her around.

She made a start, and worked for several hours non stop, cleaning bedrooms and bathrooms and changing linen.
It was hard work, and she got a sweat on as she worked. She found the uniform was uncomfortable. her breasts were uncovered, and her nipples were getting chafed by the starched sheets as she threw them over the beds and leant over to make them up. Her panties were riding up into her pussy, and very clingy, despite her frequent attempts to adjust them otherwise. She even thought of taking them off, but decided that would be a bad move. Even though they gave her little privacy and protection, at least she was wearing something, she thought.

In fact, she was beginning to feel quite sexy in the uniform as she caught glimpses of herself in the mirrors in the bedrooms, bending over the beds as she worked. She found herself adjusting her panties more frequently, her fingers lingering over her pussy as she did so. She was getting turned on by wearing them, she was sure of that, as her moist pussy was testifying, but strangely, it didn't matter too much to her. in fact she was enjoying it in a perverse sort of way, almost as though she was having an erotic dream.

She was a fit, energetic and dynamic girls, and she worked steadliy, without a break, until she had, at last, after hours and hours, finished her chores.

She was bushed, tired, and yet the uniform had made her feel every inch the sexy maid she looked. Her personality seemed to be changing to fit her sexy uniform.

She put her cleaning tools away and went downstairs to find her employer and report.