Maid To Serve

"Shake your head for me to stop if you want, but don't stop doing the dishes."

I held my breath as Livia's hands, starting on my shoulders, travelled down my back and to my ass cheeks. She caressed them, almost like she was inspecting me. Her touch was soft and teasing as I unconsciously leaned into it. My heart started racing as I felt her hands enclose my neck softly, and then she moved down my front, cupping my breasts in her hands. That internal debate raged once again, but if it was wrong, why did it feel so good? The dish I was holding was shaking in my hands, and I had to close my eyes as Livia rubbed my nipples between her fingers. I was soaking wet from her touch, and my anticipation grew as she moved down from my breasts, tracing her hands down my abs as she moved to the inside of my legs.

Oh, I was so sensitive there, and it felt electric as her hand brushed against my pussy. She traced one finger through my slit, and I heard her giggle at how wet it was. She brought that finger up to my face, rubbing it on my top lip to emphasise just how wet she was making me. The scent of my arousal filled my nostrils, and that only added to the sensations I was feeling right now. Her hand returned to between my legs as she motioned for me to spread my legs a little. I complied, feeling a sense of euphoria like I was floating through space. My heart was still pounding, as her finger lightly rubbed my clit and then penetrated my dripping wet cunt.

A part of me wanted to tell her to stop, that this wasn't what I wanted. I wasn't a whore, taking money for sexual favours; but then again, the fact I was being paid to stand there as she had her way with my body was surprisingly turning me on even more. So instead of telling Livia to stop, I stood there, trying to concentrate on washing the excessive amount of dishes whilst my drool dripped down my chin because of the gag, and Livia continued teasing my clit and hole.

"Look at you making such a mess, Anya. Here, have some water."

Livia removed the gag for a little and wiped my drool into my face, causing my cheeks to warm from the shame. I had no time to process though as Livia told me to open my mouth as she poured a little water in for me to swallow. I wondered why she didn't just pass me the glass to drink from, but then, doing it this way, Livia controlled my access to it.

There were a lot of firsts for me today, and I was too hungover to properly process and question why I was doing them. If I was more with it, I probably would have said I was uncomfortable doing that, but then the lure of more money was definitely appealing. All I wanted to do more than anything else was to get out of that neighbourhood we were in. That was why I was going against my own morals and limits. I wouldn't have to do this forever, but it would help set me up for later in life.

Livia replaced the gag in my mouth for me to finish the dishes whilst she continued to grope me. I moaned into the gag when she lightly slapped my ass; it was the shock that made me cry out more than anything else. She repeated slapping my ass, alternating between the cheeks as if I was being punished for not doing a good enough job with the dishes. The idea of being reprimanded was humiliating, but I would be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying the sensation of being slapped. The sting and the shock were followed by a feeling of pleasure with the pain. I retreated into my mind, enjoying the euphoria I was beginning to feel. I felt a little light-headed but in a good way.

"Oh look at that, you're finished. Good job, Anya."

I had actually finished five minutes ago, but I couldn't find the willpower to stop Livia as she continued slapping my ass and finger fucking my soaking wet pussy. She had brought me close to orgasm nearly three times only to stop and start slapping my ass again. I could feel the warmth on my ass cheeks from the attention they had received, and my whole body was on edge, craving the next touch. But, it wasn't to come.

Livia led me to her bedroom, stopping to show me her work on my ass cheeks in the full-length mirror. They had turned a deep shade of red, but my god did it look good against my lightly-tanned skin. Speaking of tan, I needed to work on that; England in the winter isn't good for maintaining a healthy tan.

Livia jumped onto her bed and patted the mattress somewhat condescendingly for me to sit beside her. I did as she said, and she retrieved the blindfold and something else, it looked like a small, shiny, black, choker, but there was a steel ring attached to the front, and a chain leash hanging from it. I didn't say a word as she placed it around my neck, guessing that it would be worthwhile when I got paid extra.

Blindfolded, and still gagged, I worked on massaging Livia's body. After doing this a few times now, I was getting to know what she enjoyed and where her sensitive areas were. Taking my sight away seemed to enhance my hearing, and I worked by reacting to the involuntary sounds that escaped through her lips. If I moved away from a certain part of her body too soon, Livia would tug on the leash to get me to return to that spot.

Once I'd massaged Livia to a satisfactory level, she had me move onto her feet. I held her feet by my face as I massaged them at her instruction, close enough that she brushed her soft feet across my lips. I couldn't see them because of the blindfold, but I was still able to picture just how perfect her feet were. I couldn't remember any imperfections with them at all, and they felt so smooth to the touch.

Livia eventually grew restless, and she moved her foot from my hold. She told me to stay still where I knelt on the bed, and I jumped, feeling startled as I felt her foot travel in between my legs. The throbbing craving had only not long ago subsided after the attention she gave me earlier, and now as she rubbed the top of her foot against my slit, I had to stop myself from humping it.

We were distracted by a knock on the door, and Livia announced it was James. I thought it was a coincidence that he was early again, but when Livia removed the collar, blindfold and gag, I looked at the time and realised it was the end of the session. Livia giggled as I rushed to get dressed, picked up my cleaning supplies, and opened the door. James was good-looking as I remembered, and once again I wasn't looking my best; at least this time I wasn't still wearing the ballgag.

The most recent session with Livia stuck in my head over the next few days. I'd gone further than I had ever gone with a client; going against some of the things I promised myself I would never do with a client. What's worse, I didn't feel disappointment in myself, even though if Freddie found out, I couldn't imagine he'd be ecstatic. I tried to reason with myself, it wasn't like I had gone all the way and had sex for someone else. I was doing this for us anyway, and the money I got paid made it seem very worthwhile, or at least that was what I kept on telling myself.

Over the next couple of months, I continued to let Livia repeat what she was doing. A session would mostly consist of her telling me how to pamper her with a part where I stood there doing a chore whilst she caressed and then spanked my behind. Somehow worse than the fact I was doing this for money, I was looking forward to these sessions. There was even a session with Mr Bruce where I had asked him to put me over his lap and slap my ass. He was ecstatic as he stuttered his agreement, but it surprised me that he was softer than Livia, and the fact he kept asking if I was okay was putting me off a little. I couldn't believe I was saying this, but I liked how Livia didn't seem to be too concerned about what I felt or wanted.

One day, I received a message from Livia announcing that she had found herself a new long-term partner. I feared for the worse, thinking that I was going to have to take on board another regular client. The chances of finding someone as generous as Livia seemed to be with the extra bonuses on my payments, or someone that I was comfortable with to do the extras to earn that money were very slim. It was such a pain since I was so close to being able to choose a place in central London.

It turned out that I needn't have worried. Livia still required the sessions, in fact, she said that if I was up for it, she would need me to visit more than usual. As if to stand by her word, Livia helped me with the apartment search and we found a place near Covent Garden. Instead of wasting our money renting, she would buy the building, and I would pay her back through the sessions.

"It's not charity. I'll make sure you pay back every penny within a reasonable time so you will feel like you have earned it. My legal team will draw up an ironclad contract."

Within a few weeks, Freddie and I moved into our new apartment in Covent Garden. It was far more spacious than the place in North London and in a much more desirable neighbourhood. There was no way I would be accepted into a place like this if it wasn't for Livia buying it. Since Freddie only worked part-time at a coffee shop near Hyde Park, and there was no stability to my income since I was self-employed, we would have never been able to get a place like this on a mortgage.

The place was in Livia's name until I paid her back in full, and the steep cost required that I would have to take on a few more sessions a week. It was definitely above my budget, but I had fallen in love with the place; it was closer to our university and offered a great view of the city. If I succeeded with my degree as I was confident of doing, I would be able to get a high-income job in the long term, and I could pay Livia back more quickly without needing to take any more sessions.

In the first session I had with Livia since she had announced she was with someone, she outlined what she expected of me. It was much of the same with the massages, but she enjoyed spanking and tormenting me more and more. During the session, she had even pinched and twisted my nipples, which had been incredibly painful. but still somehow managed to make me even wetter than before. Livia's sex drive mirrored mine as it expanded exponentially; she said it was down to her new partner, they had an open relationship and encouraged each other to explore their sexuality.

"Anya, I know you have already gone above and beyond what you said you would offer in the past, but I was wondering if you are willing to do more for me. I know you are in a relationship, but he doesn't need to know, and besides, you're the one paying for him to live in that lovely new apartment."

Although Livia didn't intend for it, I felt obliged to say yes; I owed her everything for my changes of circumstances. She was right, Freddie was only where he was because of me, if I had to do more to keep us where we are, then I would. He could have swallowed his pride and asked his wealthy parents for help, but never did. Besides, it wasn't properly cheating if I was doing this for him. I wasn't exactly doing it for my own pleasure.

The first thing Livia proposed to be a part of the sessions was kissing and pleasuring her. This was something that made me nervous, as I'd not had too much experience pleasuring a woman before. After I had massaged her body, I lay beside her kissing her, gently caressing her clit with my fingers whilst blindfolded and wearing that collar and leash again. It was easier than I thought, and I followed her moans and gasps, reading her and how she reacted to my actions. She then wanted to check how good I was with my tongue, and although this grossed me out, it once again wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. In fact, it was quite an enjoyable experience.

I enjoyed her taste, but I enjoyed the sounds she made even more. Livia was very vocal with her moans of pleasure, and they motivated me to work harder to please her. She yanked on the leash, pulling me in closer to her so that my nose was buried in her mound. I breathed her in, working with my tongue, reaching deep and then flicking her clit. I looked up, watching Livia's face as she closed her eyes taking quick shallow breaths. She gripped hard onto the leash, opening her mouth as a loud moan escaped.

"Oh fuuuuuck. Don't stop."

Livia pulled harder on the leash, and I worked my tongue harder, buoyed by the pleasure she was expressing vocally and through the expression on her face. I'd expected to not enjoy this one bit, but damn, how wrong was I? The taste, the feel of my face buried in between her legs, the moans of approval, all of it worked together and I felt euphoric. As Livia climaxed, her legs shook and pure ecstasy was etched on her face. I caused that, it was me who made her feel that way and I somehow found that very rewarding and felt pride in my efforts.

Kissing and oral became a part of every session with Livia going forward, and it was something that I didn't grow bored of. I craved her lips touching mine, and I craved being pulled by the leash into her sex to please her. I couldn't admit this, of course, Livia might not pay me for them as extras if she knew just how much I enjoyed it.

During one session, Livia asked if I would mind if she invited James over. Immediately, I recoiled, unsure about another person being here whilst I was naked, gagged, blindfolded and leashed. Livia promised me that at no point would he touch me, and that again, it would be worthwhile for me to agree. Reluctantly, I agreed, though if I felt too uncomfortable at any point, Livia told me to grab hold of any part of her and tap to stop the scene.

Somewhat coincidentally, James was only five minutes away, and I was left kneeling naked, gagged, blindfolded, and leashed on her bed. My heart thumped in my chest as I heard Livia open the door and let James in. With my hearing working better than normal since I'd had my sight removed by the blindfold, I heard them crash into things as they clumsily made their way into the bedroom.

"Oh, isn't she a treat?"

I recognised James' voice and realised he was devouring me with his eyes. I'd never felt more on display than I did right then, but I couldn't help but feel inflated at his praise.

"No touching, she's my toy."

A tingle ran through my body on hearing Livia call me her toy. I couldn't tell if she was joking or if she genuinely thought I was her toy, but the possessiveness hit me. She was right in a way, the things I'd done for her, I wouldn't have done for anyone else. And I suppose she had paid more towards my sessions than anyone else, so if anyone had a right to call me their toy, it was her. The word toy repeated in my mind though, and I knew that I would have to process her use of it later when I wasn't so overwhelmed.

Livia had been teasing my clit and my nipples for the last half hour, so my whole body was on attention, but Livia barely touched me. I heard a grunt from James, followed by a moan from Livia. Shortly after, her foot was shoved into my chest and I held it, massaging it with my hands whilst James fucked her. I suddenly wished the blindfold wasn't there, as I very much wanted to touch myself as I watched them. Livia wanted her feet pampered, so that was the focus instead; despite how much my clit ached to be touched.

Livia must have picked up on what I was thinking and she must have changed position so that she was on all fours facing me. When I felt her soft touch on my legs, I spread them, eager for her to gain access. The second she touched me, I moaned in appreciation, leaning my body towards her. I could feel her body and the bed moving, so if she was facing me on all fours, and James was fucking her from behind, he clearly had a good view of what was going on as well. Instead of feeling shameful, I felt sexy, and knowing that someone else was seeing me like this, freer than I had ever been, was a massive turn-on.

I could feel the bed moving more, and judging by the sounds Livia was making, she was getting close. She'd kept me on edge for god knows how long as James fucked her, but instead of stopping, as she got closer, she was more intense with her fingers, pushing me over the edge. My mouth opened, both from the shock and the intense pleasure that boiled up inside. It was too late for Livia to deny me now, even if she wanted to, and I gripped hard onto the bed frame as I convulsed, overcome by pleasure coursing through my whole body. I held my breath, temporarily forgetting that I needed to breathe as the euphoria rendered me momentarily paralysed. I gasped for breath, feeling light-headed either from the lack of oxygen or the intense feeling I just experienced. Livia's breathing was heavy also, she'd climaxed alongside me.

After the exhilaration of that climax, the floodgates opened, and there was no going back. I trusted everything that Livia suggested in the following sessions, even if I was unsure or felt that they might be humiliating. For some reason, the humiliation seemed to make the pleasure I felt that much more intense. I felt euphoric, floating on the high that I felt when she spanked or got me to do something humiliating.

Within the next month, Livia bought the agency that I worked for, giving her greater control over how often she was able to book me for a session, and who else was able to book me. She was fair, she still paid me the same extras to motivate me to continue doing them, but it was getting to the point where I wanted to do them.

In the next few sessions, she started to introduce me to her friends. Like her, they were wealthy and stunningly beautiful. She acted differently in their presence, meaner and more entitled, but I suppose she had to act like the queen bee. I'd been nervous about being blindfolded and gagged in front of them, but I soon found their condescending way of speaking about me a turn-on. I must be broken, I thought; why else would I get off on being treated like I was inferior to them?

Livia's friends laughed as I rubbed her feet, and they soon wanted the same attention. I felt them pass the reins of my leash to each other, yanking me in their direction when they wanted their feet pampered. While I was rubbing one of Livia's friend's feet, Livia removed my ballgag and pushed her foot towards my mouth. Lost in the moment, I willingly opened my mouth and sucked on her toes.

The girls giggled after Livia whispered something to her other friend, and I soon felt another foot spreading my legs as I knelt and then rubbed against my soaking slit. My mind was overwhelmed, with one girl's foot in my hands as I massaged it, Livia's foot against my face as I licked the sole, and her other friend rubbing me. It felt like I was in a trance as I tried humping her foot; not caring for a moment how humiliating it felt.

"You think my toy is good with her feet? You should wait to see how good she is with her tongue."

Livia then invited her friends to pull my head into their crotch by the leash. I'd never felt so violated, but I didn't want them to stop either. Their appreciation spurred me on, and although they intended to humiliate me by calling me a 'good little tongue slut' I couldn't help but take that as praise for my work.

A couple of months passed and I'd finished my first year of university. Freddie and I had settled into our new home, and although he was a little unhappy with all these extra sessions I was taking with Livia, he understood that I needed to. As for the sessions with Livia, her friends, Jack, or other men being present during the sessions was now a guaranteed thing. She made sure that I didn't orgasm every session, keeping me keen to impress.

Livia and her friends kept finding fresh ways to humiliate me. Whether it was making me feed from a bowl while on all fours, lapping up water with my tongue from a bowl, eating food after they had chewed and spat it in my mouth, or even eating off of their feet. My craving for humiliation was reaching an unhealthy level, and I wasn't sure I had the willpower to end it.