Maid Service Day 9

Teresa walked very carefully her mind was somewhat distracted due to a number of reasons. The first but probably the least important were her new heels, they were quite a bit taller than her usual elegant affairs. They made her take very small steps the impractical affairs that they were, very sexy strappy shoes. They were a challenge a challenge that Teresa could not back out of thanks to Emily. The shoes had been at the back of Emily’s closet, Teresa had begged her to let her try them on. Emily had acquiesced on the condition that Teresa wore them to work. Teresa had found the straps secured in a rather weird way straps that went around her ankle then went under the arch of her foot and locked in place below her foot. It was artful and hid the lock so that there was nothing for the general public to see but it made the shoes horribly fiddly to get on and Teresa assumed remove. That is when Emily finally allowed her to take them off because Teresa didn’t have the key.

The fallout with Pauline and the incident of the insane guest trying to build some sort of bomb was fresh in Teresa’s mind, an escapee from a local mental hospital. The woman had tried to burn down the hotel. Teresa had gone to little debriefing with Bob and another manager earlier that morning. It had been a quick affair the hospital had offered the hotel quite a bit of money to compensate there staff and keep it out of the papers. Teresa, Bob and Emily had signed certain documents and they had been compensated for there time and emotional distress. 

They had all been offered a degree of counselling Bob and Emily had turned it down Teresa was still mulling the proposal around in her head. The two organisations had made a deal according to some whispers that Teresa had been privy to, A few favours may have been exchanged and one local council inspector that kept nosing around the hotel making life a little difficult for them might be waking up inside a padded cell in the near future. Not that Teresa was in a position to confirm or deny any possible rumours she had heard from a friend of a friend. Though the doctors at the hospital could get a 25% discount for renting rooms off season and they had booked a medical conference for the hotel that would bring in a nice bit of revenue. Thought worryingly for Teresa, Emily had already put her name down to volunteer for a patient handling demonstration that was going to be held. Teresa considered it might have been a joke though she was not 100% certain with Emily.

Teresa had to stop and think about the possibility of what could have happen, they had fire protection in place hour rated fire doors sprinklers covering the main paths of evacuation clear emergency lights regularly checked extinguishers. The buildings fabric was maintained they fire proofed any holes. She took a deep breath the staff were trained every body would get out. A nagging voice in the back of her head said that the guests aren’t trained how would someone like your charge get out? Teresa just thanked god that she had been able to warn people about the mad woman in time, she decided not to dwell on any other possibilities.

Teresa was finding out that fantasies were not all they were cooked up to be, she could feel the tight embrace of the chastity belt, it had adjusted down to a much tighter fit than she had anticipated. The belt was more like a waist clincher it had been designed as a far sturdier affair than the one that Emily had been actually looking at on the website. She felt slightly tricked by Emily however she was still evaluating the purchase, was it worth all the money she had forked over. It was a very expensive item a very intimate item which teased and controlled her with every single movement of her body. Teresa found it a little too distracting for her day to day tasks, but she was past the point where she could refuse she was a the point where she would have to learn to adapt. The final product was very high up on her hips it must have been four inches at the side tailored to six inches in the centre it was tight and held her figure giving her curves. It had a heavily padded lining to make it suitable for long term wear which was starting to worry Teresa more than a little bit of nagging doubt held her mind.

Teresa had joked with Emily about wearing a corset then wearing the chastity belt over the top of it. She had imagined how much of an overkill that would have been crushing her body, this set up was quite close to her possible worse case scenario she was forced to take shallow breaths due to the tightness of the waist clincher. This made every activity a bit harder simply getting about was a little struggle. The belt had a curved design to flatter the female figure so nothing was digging or poking into her, yet she found herself having a little trouble. She could not bend at the waist she could not slouch she had to sit up straight. Her spine was forced into a ridged curve she had to arch her back pull her shoulders back, stick her bottom out it was a little humiliating to be controlled in that manner. Even worse was the fact that there were two adjustable catches on the sides that allowed the clincher to be drawn in another six inches. They were currently locked but a few turns of the right key and Teresa’s belt would contract. Emily had promised to reduce her waist from a current 26 all the way down to 20 quite a daunting prospect for Teresa.

Teresa had to admit two things firstly her posture had never been better, she was simply denied the option to do anything else which she supposed would be good for her back in the long run. Secondly the hotel insisted under there health and safety policy all staff lifted with there legs rather than there back to prevent back injury the clincher did act as back support. Teresa joked to herself about using something like the belt to enforce the manual handling policy for the hotel. The waist clincher pushed against her ribs giving her a considerable restriction and a slight pain. It pushed into her hip bones, her ability to move was quite restricted though Teresa was starting to suspect she would eventually get used to the belt and the shoes, she reasoned it would be a while before Emily released her from either of them.

The belt had three additions that made it grab all of Teresa’s attention. There were the thigh bands they were tight around her thighs limiting the speed she could move. They were connected to the sides of the belt by two thick bars with complex mechanisms between them. The thigh bands on the inside even had a short bar between them that prevented Teresa from closing her legs together it forced her to keep them about two inches apart. The diabolical thing about the thigh bands was really the mechanism between them and the waist clincher. Emily had gone to some effort to explain to Teresa that they were designed based on a leg support where the speed that the joint moved could be set by the key holder. Emily could set the joint to move very slowly which would act as a very effective hobble on a slave girl. Teresa had found this out when Emily demonstrated the mechanism to her. It had taken Teresa a lot of begging and the application of her tongue over many hours to convince Emily to alter the mechanisms so that she could move at a reasonably fast pace. There was also no guarantee that Emily would not find an excuse to reverse her decision and increase the severity of the restraint at a future date.

The other two additions were quite large and made themselves felt whenever Teresa moved, the front plug was to begin with quite pleasant it was not very deep or very wide but it was covered with lots of short fat rubber nodules almost like bristles. The bristles for want of a better word produced a very strange sensation to have all the rubbery points touching every part of her insides. It had a unusual motor inside which was very distracting when activated more and less than a simple vibrator. The butt plug was something else it was meant to be a training plug but it was thicker and longer than anything Teresa had ever experimented with, only after it was locked inside her did Emily show her the manual on what it could do. There was an inner motor attached to a mechanical frame with a thick layer of rubber around it. The inner motor had a small but powerful battery the frame could expand like the petals of a flower, splitting into five pieces that were linked together on a screw thread and could expand and expand to a frightening size. These were hidden under a ribbed rubber membrane that filled in the gaps. It was quite frightening with what it could do. Emily had shown her the remote control app it had settings from 0 to 11 Emily gave Teresa a sample of 0.5 it had been quite interesting and a little uncomfortable. 

Emily had shown her a video online, a tough mixed martial artist a woman who was nothing but pure muscle over six foot two very sure of herself very dominant. She had tried on the belt as a challenge to show she was tough. On setting one she was looking quite unsure of herself, on setting two she was visibly shaking on setting three she was starting to crack. By the time the plug got to setting four she was screaming in pain desperately pulling on the belt. At setting five she was doubled over she agreed to strip off and crawl on her knee’s humiliated and broken. at six she was willing to sign a contract where she was effectively the woman with the remote controls slave for a month, she put a ring gag in her own mouth chained her own ankles to her thighs and cuffed her own hands together behind her back completely surrendering. Teresa was a little alarmed to see how much Emily enjoyed watching the video. But despite the ideas it put in Emily’s head she had to admit it had turned her on more than a little. She had handed far to much control over to Emily without even realising it she was suffering a little buyers remorse on her recent purchase. 

Her phone rang Teresa had set Emily’s number on a specific ring tone. A very loud ring to get her attention, Teresa was definitely going to answer very quickly considering the control Emily had over her. She answered the phone “sweetie how are you enjoying your first day locked up in that little belt?” Teresa grinned “it’s not to bad not quite what I was expecting.” Emily reassured her “now darling you have to give it time I am sure you will grow to love it, guess how long am I going to keep you In it a few more hours after work a few days a few weeks a month maybe?” Teresa could feel herself pondering it the slowly growing excitement not knowing what would happen next. She grinned “Emily that’s not fair stop teasing me at work.” Emily had a mock anger to her voice a joking playful tone “I can see from the security monitoring station that you are alone no one about you shouldn’t talk to your mistress like that I think you need a little reminder of who is the boss.” Teresa felt butterflies in her stomach she was embarrassed humiliated “you wouldn’t not in the middle of the hotel pleas…e.. ohm aggghh.” 

Remotely Emily activated the toys locked inside Teresa. The strange little device inside Teresa’s pussy started to writhe about on a set of cam motors, it squirmed and twisted about inside her. The rubber nodules pressing and caressing the inside of her pussy. The plug in her ass mercifully didn’t expand but did vibrate gently at first but then more and more intensely. Teresa was suddenly having a great deal of difficulty standing up. She was hating it and loving it in equal amounts, if it was not for the confines of the thigh bands and the locking shoes she might have been alright but she was soon apologising profusely over the phone to Emily who mercifully switched the belt off after a minute, Emily ended the conversation “love you bye.”

Teresa remembered receiving the belt in Emily’s apartment more specifically her bedroom, the scene of many explorative adventures and hopefully the scene of more to come. She remembered the heather and lavender scented candles the lights turned down low. She had showered she had been naked her wrists tied behind her back with some soft cotton rope. The rope was soft the bindings were tight she had been shown the box wrapped in purple paper a bow on the top of it she had been told to open it with her teeth, something that she had relished doing.

Teresa had opened her present it was so shiny so menacing it made her heart beat in fear and excitement at the same time. Emily had kissed her then pushed her onto the bed tied her legs open with more soft white rope. They had kissed and cuddled she had used more soft white rope to secure Teresa’s knee’s in place on the bed then the belt had been applied. There was a little scented lubricant and the plugs slid in quite comfortably. The belt had been nice and snug a tad too tight she had squirmed and wiggled with the new sensation, then they had kissed and cuddled some more. Emily had some liquid chocolate and marshmallows she covered Teresa in the chocolate and licked it off adding the marshmallows as a little decoration, then Teresa had gotten to the marshmallows herself.  

Another little thought not quite so pleasant bubbled in the back of Teresa’s mind. There was talk about a letter arriving from Janice to the hotel manger. Teresa was worried had she and Emily gone too far with there little joke; well shipping Janice off in a box to the sadistic Dom might have been more than a joke. Still Teresa was sure that they had covered there tracks, Janice would just be making accusations it would be her word against Emily and Teresa. Making a lot of noise would be one thing, proving it would be another. Though Teresa felt it could potentially undo all the good work that she had done for the hotel for the staff. It could reduce all she had achieved to nothing, her potential promotion to supervisor could evaporate she decided not to dwell on it, if something happened then they would deal with it together.

Teresa had dreamed the previous night what it would be like to be wrapped up in a straight jacket desperately horny but with no way to get free. She had been very excited at the idea, she idly thought about asking the guest when she was finished if she could borrow some of her lovely toys. She straightened her uniform then opened the door to the hotel room and strode in with dominant confidence she had not possessed a moment ago, Teresa was a switch she was sure that was the right word both submissive and dominant, as far as she saw it that was the best of both worlds she could enjoy everything equally. Her guest was probably just a submissive and Emily was only a dominant one role to enjoy one set of toys to play with. Teresa shrugged why limit your possibilities. The guest was just where she always was, Teresa was still having a little trouble wearing the belt with the naughty rubber plugs front and back, plus there were also the locked nipple clamps Emily was certainly going to town on her accessories. Teresa giggled she was certainly getting in the mood she read the note how delightful. 

Note 9th May

Dear Maid 

Please remember I do this to myself, 
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On the nightstand is the riding crop and a timer, please set it for fifteen minutes and use the crop on my bulging breasts, thank you so much.

Please feed me with the feeding pump again, 

The paddle on the chair, please set the timer for fifty minutes I need to be spanked.

Please let me use the facilities , then use one of the litre enema bags with two sashays, Please use the size 9 butt plug, it should fit. Leave me retaining it, please tightly hog tie me when you are finished.

On the dresser is a large plug in vibrator and some Vaseline, on the plugs base are a few straps that attach to my corset. I am so horny, please set it to one please plug me, strap me and turn me on, it will be a bit tight going in but I like it.

Thank you most kindly

 A generous tip is on the night stand when you are finished.

Elizabeth could only remember the dark it was so dark so alone nothing but herself. She was split in two one side fighting the darkness desperately running and shouting looking for any way to escape it, the other side meekly accepted it desired to be wrapped in the darkness so tightly and completely that she would never escape from it  again, to never need to worry again. The part of her that wanted to run was getting tired. She longed for another woman’s touch on her poor abused body she would not have to wait long.  It was not enough she didn’t mind the bondage, she had gotten very used to it. Even on some level it now felt a part of her but the intense frustration, that was truly driving her truly mad, it was a paradox the complex restraints caused such feelings in her body yet they were also preventing her from doing anything about the feelings utter frustration.

The door opened the maid paused presumably to read the instructions. The maid re-read the instructions and grinned an evil little grin. After a minute the maids hand released the rubber sheet holding Elizabeth down. The maid got down to business; she had a new passion about her a new energy that had been lacking almost as if she was letting off steam at Elizabeth’s expense. The sting of the riding crop hit her bare unprotected breasts one after the other. Elizabeth struggled as best as she could which was not very much, it was a token gesture it was human contact she was getting a bit of a masochist enjoying even this quite painful surprise, It went on for ten to twenty minutes Elizabeth couldn’t tell but her nipples were two hard little bullets when the maid was finished. 

When it was over the maid started massaging her breasts again she seemed to have a great deal of passion and focus in her task which was certainly appreciated by Elizabeth especially when she started using her lips to sooth her poor tormented breasts. The maid patting her on the head she must have taken about twenty minutes to play with and sooth her breasts Elizabeth didn’t really mind. The maid  teased Elizabeth between her legs driving her mad with frustration using her fingers to rub and tickle her until she was squirming on the knife edge of release. Elizabeth was desperate in a way that was hard to put in words, she was burning inside with no way to release.. The maid force feed her, the taste of food was another thing Elizabeth missed.

The food was drugged with something that gave it an extra kick, that made Elizabeth crave the idea of being bound ever more strictly of being dominated ever more harshly. It was a lie and it wasn’t, over time the drug was loosing its effect Elizabeth was feeling no greater desire to submit or be bound and clinched up tighter. Perhaps she was getting used to it or perhaps she was simply desiring to be bound and tormented even without the drug. Had it changed her permanently why was she not alarmed with that prospect she asked herself this often. Bound up like this she had to face herself there was no one else to distract her what did she want what did she think who would she see in the mirror when this was over?

The release from her cramped hogtie let Elizabeth stretch for a moment a brief rest bite, before her regular excurses of running around the hotel room in circles while the maid paddled her ass for all she was worth. The maid at least let her do a bit of stretching first and even massaged her poor legs then it was back to the usual routine with a bit of unusual enthusiasm on the maids part. To Elizabeth It seemed like an hour of punishment on her cute derrière the maid grinned. “You are getting good at this maybe one day I will take you out and parade you round outside the hotel.” Elizabeth fought her own mind, part of it found it utterly humiliating at the suggestion part of her was simply turned on imaging all the other people out there playing with her as she couldn’t resist.. She was allowed to stretch then a short massage then the exhausted hotel guest dropped into the mattress her legs numb her body nothing but dead weight.

She was given five minutes to rest then there was a tug on her leash Elizabeth was still panting, the maid gave her a little more time. A minute passed the maid hauled her back up, she was pulled into her usual routine. Elizabeth grimaced how had this become her usual routine un such a short time? The sponge was worked between her legs in the bathroom then the usual teasing helplessness and being plugged again. Elizabeth was returned to her bed and the tight hogtie. At lease she wouldn’t have to stand on the dam heels again for a while. The maid flipped her onto her back stroking her body.

The maid smeared the large sex toy with Vaseline then gently worked it in-between Elizabeth’s legs the woman was pretty much desperate for it after nine or more days of frustrated play, especially being kept on edge by the maid. The toy felt so good inside her Elizabeth could almost feel the relief from the orgasm she was sure that she was about to receive. The vibrator was very large and there was a bit of resistance towards the end but soon the maid had it strapped tightly and securely in place. A little fiddling with the settings, a plug into the socket and it was on humming at the lowest setting. A few moments later Elizabeth realised that on this low a setting she wouldn’t be getting any release just more frustration. She screamed into her gag in frustration it was just going to be another round of more edging and denial, she took a deep breath as deep as she could and let out a bellow containing all her accumulated frustration and anger.

The maid was amazed that Elizabeth could make a sound loud enough to get past the gag, a few pumps on it guaranteed she would remain quiet in the future. Then the maid wrapped her in the rubber sheet. She paused and checked that she was nice and secure the maid switched off the lights. “I guess today still isn’t your day, its vibrating but I don’t think that’s enough to get you off, is it? She paused for a second half expecting another muffled scream of earth shattering frustration, she shrugged “who knows about tomorrow?” She shut the door there was the click of the lock instead of the silence and the blackness there was the gentle humming of the vibrator.

Teresa had her own problems she was quite stimulated and really had no way to get off, She felt quite a bit of kinship with the guest, they were both bound up controlled by another. Obviously she had quite a few days even weeks to go before she could compare in the slightest fraction to what the hotel guest was experiencing. But she could understand her sympathise a little, but if she was not going to get an orgasm then the guest was certainly not going to now perhaps later. Teresa had a few other bits to worry about Emily had talked about getting her a matching chastity bra to go with the waist clinching chastity belt the dam belt was enough!

As she was about to head home Teresa bumped into Emily. They embraced and kissed, Emily grinned “I have something that will help you now close your eyes and hold out your hands.” Teresa half expected the key to the belt instead she felt leather enveloping her hands she opened her eyes. It was one word a question and an accusation “Mittens?” Emily ignored her and finished securing the thick leather restraints. Teresa squirmed “I can’t even scratch” Emily looked at her it was communicated without words that that was the point. Emily showed her how the mittens worked with the belt moving her clothing out of the way pulling her top up above the line of the belt, “they link to the sides of your belt nice and secure, if I link your right arm behind your back to the left hand side of the belt and vice versa it neatly folds your arms behind your back and keeps you out of mischief.” Teresa pouted “what if anyone see‘s me.” Emily laughed and put a long coat over Teresa’s shoulders buttoning it up tight making sure that the mittens could not be seen.

Emily grinned at Teresa “Now when we get home I think I need to change the training plug for something a little more assertive, the discipline mark 1 or the discipline mark 2?” Teresa had seen those plugs she was not whole heartedly convinced that they would be that comfortable she hoped Emily was joking. Emily saw the look on her face she gently slapped her on the bottom “now Teresa your mistress know best.”

Teresa felt herself turn red Emily grinned at her “I don’t think we will have a problem with Janice. Emily held out a photo copy of a letter from Janice for Teresa to read. It was apologising for missing work assuring the hotel management that she had taken holiday to cover it. Janice had been given a little wake up a reprioritisation of her life. The letter was counter singed by a very powerful friend of Janice, a major share holder in the hotel chain. Janice thanked to unspecified friends for putting her on that course, for helping her out getting her to meet her soul mate. thanking then insisting that she would catch up with them. Emily started to mull over the possible implications of Janice returning with the ear of quite a powerful friend was she sincere or were they going to be heading towards a problem she would present this in a positive light to Teresa but she would be ready for any surprises.