Adult Bookstore Attorney Ch. 02

Jacqui led me into the loft. You could tell it had been an industrial space. The floor plan was completely open and the ceiling was about 14 or 15 feet tall. There was a kitchen, a dining area, a living room and a desk with a PC all in the same rectangular area. It was probably about 800 square feet I would guess. She had a large wooden dining table with six chairs around it, two couches on either side of a good-sized TV and an armoire on a wall next to a door. There was also a second door near the kitchen. I guessed one was a bathroom and one was a bedroom. As I looked around I noticed Cecilia sitting at the desk engrossed with the PC. Jacqui pointed me in her direction. The heels of my shoes made a sexy clicking noise on her hard wood floors.

"Did you have any trouble finding the place?" she asked without turning her attention from the screen?

"No," I replied. Then I quickly corrected myself. "I mean, no Mistress."

"Jacqui saw you parking while she was looking out the window. Do you want to tell me anything?"

I was confused and looked at Jacqui for a hint. But her face didn't give me a clue. "No, Mistress. I don't think so."

"Tell me," she began, still without looking away from her PC. "Did you have to buy those shoes on the way or did you already have them?"

I wondered if she had Jacqui following me. I had not noticed any cars tailing me but I figured I'd better not lie. "I stopped and bought them on the way."

"And what did the people at the shoe store think of your outfit?"

Now I got where she was headed. Jacqui must have seen me taking off my sweats and shirt. "I wore sweat pants and a shirt over them, Mistress." I hoped by telling the truth and by continuing to remember to call her Mistress she would go easy on me.

"I told you to wear what was in the box and nothing more. Jacqui mark down a demerit for Susan. You also didn't return my first text right away. That is a second demerit and you were two minutes late. That's a third."

"Mistress may I speak?" I asked resisting the urge to just tell her I was delayed by her neighbor. She gave me permission.

"I thought I was on time, but I ran into your neighbor on the stairs and that delayed me."

"Was it the girl on two?" she asked.

"Yes, mam," I told her.

"That's Lisa. She's a cutie. I fucked her boyfriend once. Nice cock. Good stamina. Lots of cum. But that still is no excuse for being late. Now let's get started."

She shut down her browser and stood up. She was just dressed in torn jeans and a t-shirt. She was also barefoot. She led me back to the couch and told me to sit down. As I did, Jacqui knelt on the floor by my feet. Cecilia walked over to one of the two doors and then disappeared into another room.

"I love these shoes," Jacqui told me as she lazily ran her hand over my ankle. "They make your legs and ass look so tight."

I wasn't sure how to react so I stayed quiet. That didn't seem to faze her. Cecilia returned about 30 seconds later. She was carrying a broom and a piece of cloth. The cloth turned out to be an apron. She told me to stand, which I did immediately, and she wrapped the apron around my waist. It covered a little of my belly and hung down lower than the skirt. She had me stand with my back to her so she could tie it. When she finished, she reached around and gave my breasts a firm squeeze.

"My place needs a thorough cleaning, top to bottom. And since I'm the top and you are my bottom, you are going to do it." She then pinched my nipples firmly. "And you will do it without complaining."

She dropped my nipples and stepped back. When I turned toward her she handed me the broom. I was crestfallen. This wasn't what I signed up to do. Cecilia moved around me and sat on the couch. She patted the seat next to her and Jacqui sprung up from the floor apparently very happy to get the invitation. She also spread her legs far apart and put her hands behind her head causing her breast to swell in front of her. She obviously had been giving instructions regarding this position before.

Cecilia grabbed the TV remove and turned it on. At the same time she slid her right hand between Jacqui's legs and began slowly rubbing her slit. Jacqui mewed a sound of contentment. I began sweeping the floor. This simple act was amazingly frustrating and degrading. I cleaned my own place, but being under orders to clean another person's place, especially dressed as I was and wearing these damn shoes was something else entirely. That was the degrading part. The frustrating part was as I cleaned, I could hear Jacqui's sounds of passions transition from simple mews to full throated moans as Cecilia manipulated her desires and played her body like a fine instrument. It was frustrating because I wanted Mistress to be playing my body like that. Ever since I read her text this morning I'd been fantasizing about her toying with my body like she had in the store the night before. Only today she wouldn't have the time restrictions she had last night. In my fantasy she made me cum over and over and I made her cum until she couldn't cum any more. Now I had to listen to Jacqui get closer and closer without any signs that I would get the relief I craved.

Jacqui came twice by the time I finished sweeping the floor. Without looking at me, Cecilia told me there was a bucket, soap and a brush in the laundry room. She raised her arm and pointed toward the door by the kitchen. She told me to leave the broom and dustpan in that room. I was getting furious, but I walked to the laundry room anyway to retrieve the bucket. Inside the room was a modern washer and dryer, a slop sink, various cleaning supplies (the bucket, soap and brush were all neatly placed together ready for me) and a large dog cage. I had not seen a dog in the loft and my body shuddered when I realized it probably was for Jacqui. Or maybe for me. I grabbed the bucket, filled it with water and mixed in the soap. Then I headed back to the living area.

I walked over to the couch, although I was sure what Cecilia wanted. Jacqui was no longer on the couch. She was now on her knees in front of our Mistress. Cecilia had removed her jeans and Jacqui was busy eating her out. Jacqui had been given a pair of knee pads (how thoughtful) so I assumed she might be in that position for a while. Cecilia twisted her head to look at me. She handed me another set of kneepads and told me she wanted her floor "clean enough to eat off." I wondered if that was foreshadowing of something she had planned. I moved toward her desk to start cleaning in the corner.

At first I hated the thought of scrubbing her floors on my hands and knees. Actually I still hate the scrubbing floors. But there was an unexpected consequence to this act of submission. Being on my hands and knees in front of them began to turn me on. Because I was wearing the tiny skirt, I knew my pussy and ass were on display as I crawled around the floor. From the sounds of pleasure emanating from Mistress, I knew she was probably concentrating more on Jacqui than on me, but I could fantasize that it was the view of my backside that was getting her off.

The bucket water was soon dirty and I had to stand up and go change it frequently. Each time I got to sneak a look at Mistress being pleasured as I walked to the laundry room and then when I returned. As I knelt on the floor I daydreamed that it was me licking her pussy instead of Jacqui. I also imagined Tom behind me again. Only this time he knew it was me he was fucking and I wasn't bound so I could thrust back against him as he pummeled my pussy and defiled my ass. This made the task of cleaning her floor better and made my pussy leak. I wanted to reach between my legs and give myself some relief, but I knew without being told that would merit a severe punishment. Instead I had to suffer in silence as I hear Mistress enjoy four orgasms before she finally gave Jacqui a break. I wondered if we would end up switching places.

Alas that was not to be. Mistress did give me a break by ordering me to bring her and Jacqui glasses of ice water. I guess since I had the maid's apron on that was my job. I was happy to do it because that meant I had to stand in front of them to deliver it. That gave me a chance to get a good look at my post-orgasmic Mistress. Jacqui's face was a site to behold as well covered in Mistress' juices.

I was more than ready to be played with, but apparently that was not in Mistress' plan just yet. She dismissed me to go back to work. After they finished their water, Cecilia and Jacqui disappeared together behind the other door. The next time I changed the water in the bucket, I heard the sound of a shower running. I assumed the other door led to the bedroom and bathroom. I was tempted to peek, but since I already had some demerits, I didn't want to get caught.

I went back to work on the floor. I kept working in a circular pattern around the room so I could keep my ass facing the middle of the room. I was still daydreaming about Cecilia coming up behind me and grabbing me. When I finally heard them walk out of the bedroom, I stopped scrubbing long enough to turn my head and look at them. Both were dressed perfectly conservatively. Cecilia told me they were going to lunch and would bring something back for me. She said I had been taking too long and she wanted the floor done by the time I returned. I turned my attention back to the floor and kept scrubbing. I heard them walk out the door. I stopped scrubbing and began to cry. Cecilia was driving me crazy by keeping me so close to her and then ignoring me. My desire was driving me crazy and now that I was alone, I had to do something about it.

I stayed on my hands and knees. Getting myself off the first time was as simple as dropping the scrub brush so I would have a free hand to support myself and using the other hand between my legs to rub my clit. Being emotionally teased by being basically ignored had turned me on more than I realized and after a couple slow strokes of my kitty, I began rubbing myself faster and faster. It took less than a minute for me to have a loud, spasming orgasm that caused me to fall on the floor in a quivering mess. I couldn't believe how quickly and how strong I came. Maybe there was a method to Mistress' madness. She probably knew how turned on her treatment would make me.

My body left a strange pattern on the floor as I fell into an area I just washed. As quickly as I recovered I got back on my knees and rescrubbed the floor in that section. Then I kept my accelerated pace going trying to finish up the room before they got back. I didn't know how long I had, but I figured the quicker I got this done, the quicker Mistress might use me for a more intimate task. Plus with my carnal needs temporarily satisfied, I could concentrate on the task at hand. Of course being on my hands and knees continued to be a turn on and soon I was fighting the urge to masturbate again, but I was determined to be the best maid Cecilia ever had and finish my job.

By the time they returned about 45 minutes later, I was a sweaty mess from working so hard. Between my legs was wet too, but it wasn't from sweat. I had finished almost all the floor. There was a small section near the corner of the kitchen that wasn't finished. Mistress seemed pleased. I'm glad she didn't ask if I had taken any breaks. She just told me to keep working and she and Jacqui disappeared into the bedroom again. Now my mind was distracted by what might be happening behind the shut door, but I kept my body focused on finishing the floor. I finally completed that task just as the women were returning from the bedroom.

Mistress stopped to talk to me, but Jacqui kept walking toward the front door and left. Cecilia gave a cursory look at the floor and deemed it acceptable. Then she commented on how messy I had become and told me she would allow me to shower after I finished cleaning her bedroom and started the laundry. She told me I could wash the outfit I was wearing and that she would provide different clothes after I showered. I was glad to hear that. I would prefer to be naked in front of her than wear these slutty clothes I had on.

I followed her into the bedroom. I was excited to see it. I assumed she had Jacqui had sex again when they went to shower. I wasn't sure what to expect Mistress' bedroom to look like. The rest of the loft was pretty sparse. That wasn't really the case with the bedroom. I got the impression that the room had been custom built for a woman with a particular set of sexual tastes. The room was about 12x12. But what surprised me was it was two levels. Walking through the door, I immediately noticed I was standing underneath a second level. This was no poorly constructed loft bed like you would see in a dorm room or fraternity house. The second level ran the length of the room and had steel beam supports. It was about 8 feet wide leaving room for a staircase at the edge for access. I didn't see a mattress so I assumed it was on level two. The loft was obviously built to hold many people. Immediately I wondered how many Cecilia ever had upstairs to party at one time. Did she host orgies? Or were some things requiring that level of support upstairs. I figured I would find out soon enough and looked around the main level.

There were two windows allowing a generous amount of light into the room. There were blinds, but they were open. There was also a fire escape railing visible. Under the windows were two dressers. They looked like they were from IKEA. Once I made that connection I realized the armoire in the living room was an IKEA one as well. It had a matching counterpart in the corner of the bedroom. More intriguing, though was the massage chair that matched the one in the store office. Cecilia obviously liked the position it kept a sub restrained. I wondered if I would be put on it again today. The chair was under the loft area in the center of the room along with a pommel horse with cuffs chained to the floor for wrists and ankles. There were also cuffs hanging down from the floor of the loft. The appeared to be adjustable in length depending on what Mistress' needs were at the time. A video camera on a tripod completed the items on the floor. But that was far from the last of the items in the room. One wall had windows, dressers and armoire and one had the staircase. That left two walls to store and display Cecilia's collection of pain implements, sex toys and fetish clothes.

Have you ever seen a well-organized work bench or garage where every tool and a spot on a pegboard with hooks or a specific shelf. That is basically what Cecilia had done only with her collection of cuffs, whips, dildos, floggers, blindfolds, gags, crops, rope and basically everything a well-stocked adult store would carry. I hope she got a good employee discount because she had a fortune invested in her assemblage.

The other wall had two rods spaced about four feet apart vertically to hold all of Cecilia's (at least I assume it was all) outfits, lingerie, costumes and fetishware. It was an amazing collection and I wondered when I would see her dressed in some of it.

"I need you to dust my playroom," she began instructing me. "While you are doing that you can do my laundry. You can throw your outfit in with mine and clean it so you are not so skanky going home later. There are clean sheets upstairs for the bed. You can make the bed when you are done. After you have folded and neatly put away my clothes you may shower. After that we'll have some fun."

"Mam, may I use your bathroom?" I asked. I always need to pee after a good cum and I had been holding it for a while.

"You may," she replied. "But I think one unauthorized orgasm today is enough, don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said with my head pointed down toward the floor. How had she known? Then I remembered the camera setup in the store. Of course she probably had a camera in the apartment. She and Jacqui probably left just to see if I would break down and do what I did. I felt stupid for having been so careless and needy. Cecilia pointed at the door on the edge of the fetish wall and left the room. That must be the bathroom. Walking in I was surprised that it wasn't somehow sexually themed. It was just a basic bathroom. There was a large claw foot tub instead of a shower, but other than that there was just a toilet, a small vanity with plain sink and a small cabinet for bathroom staples.

I quickly peed, resisting the urge to masturbate, then headed back into the bedroom. I started to sort her dirty clothes into lights and darks. Touching her intimate clothing proved to arouse me as much as crawling on the floor. I wanted to touch myself again, but I dared not. I'd seen her implements of punishment and didn't want to upset her more than I already had. I'm sure I'd already earned a spanking or worse, but I was hoping Mistress would take pity on me if I followed the rest of her orders. I was fine until I got to the bottom of the stack and grabbed one of her black thongs. It was wet. And by wet I mean saturated. Immediately I wondered if it was the one she had been wearing this morning. Was her cum trapped on this thong? I could already smell it rising up to my nostrils. I was struck by an urge to lick it. To taste it. I had to know my Mistress' flavor.

The room had a video camera on the tripod, but it was not on. Did she have another secret camera like the living room? Was she monitoring me right now? Although the desire was strong, I didn't press her thong to my face. But it was tough. Instead I carried the dark load to the laundry room. In an effort to be sneaky, I put the pungent thong on the top of the stack of clothes I was carrying. I was able to hold the stack high putting the thong near my nose. I put the clothes in the wash machine, leaving the thong on top, and then gleefully peeled myself out of my scandalous outfit. Then I looked around for a camera. I didn't see one and decided I was safe. I pressed the thong to my nose and inhaled deeply. I couldn't control myself and started masturbating as the smell of her arousal overwhelmed my senses.

I was surprised I didn't orgasm on the spot, but perhaps my subconscious was trying to protect me. After 20 or 30 seconds I came to my senses and threw the thong into the wash machine. I quickly started the cycle and poured in some soap. I hoped that without her thong to distract me, I could finish cleaning without further incidents. I saw Cecilia back on the computer as I left the laundry room and went back to the bedroom. She didn't say anything or even grunt.

Dusting the dungeon area (as I started to think of it) area in the bedroom was relatively easy. There was still a pile of her light clothes and I did feel a compulsion to check her panties for, well, you know. But I resisted. I could not ignore her sex collection though. As I carefully dusted the shelf I had to look at every item. Of course my mind was running wild trying to think about what each thing would feel like. When I got to the clothing rack my thoughts switched to what Cecilia would look like wearing each outfit. It was getting hard not to touch myself again.

Finally I climbed the stairs to her private sanctuary. Running the width of the room gave Cecilia space for two king size mattresses sitting side by side. Obviously Cecilia was not always alone up here. Beside the size of the beds, the other interesting feature was a rail system that ran around the bed frame and up over the ceiling. There were attachments for ropes, cuffs and who knows what other things she had in mind for her victims. In my mind I could see myself tied spread eagle to the bed. Jacqui is tied next to me. There is plenty of space for both of us. Cecilia is there directing the action as men line up to fuck us. Or women. I'm sure Cecilia knows plenty of people who would like to gangbang us. I shook my head. Where did that vision just come from?