The Cleaner Pt. 03

(continued from part two)

Over several months, an interesting dynamic had arisen in the Hemming Manse. The owner and employer, Olga Hemming, was treated with all due respect by her employees, Rita, her housekeeper, Joanne, her gardener, and Althea, her cook, during their normal everyday activities. They wouldn't dream of being rude or disrespectful to her in any manner. That is, when she was in her role as homeowner and employer.

However, when Olga was in her other role -- that of being a submissive to Rita, who in that instance was referred to as Miss Rita -- then things were quite different. Miss Rita had commanded Olga to expect her other two employees to also help her remember her lowly position as a submissive by their altered manner towards her. It was quite clear to everyone involved how to behave, since any time that Olga was in her role as a submissive, she'd be wearing a leather dog collar that Miss Rita had buckled around her neck. Olga might also be completely naked, or be wearing some skimpy, obscene clothing. But the collar was the true signal.

For instance, if Olga appeared at the dining table without wearing the collar, Althea would of course act like a serving maid, and serve Olga at the table. But if Olga appeared wearing the collar, without batting an eyelash, Althea would merely place Olga's plate of food on the floor. Under those circumstances, Miss Rita would expect Olga to get down on her hands and knees and eat the food off the plate without using her hands or utensils.

Out in the garden, Joanne wouldn't in her wildest dreams spray water from a garden hose all over Olga, nor would she take freshly cut flowers and insert their stems into Olga's pussy or ass. That is, if her employer wasn't wearing the collar. But if Olga appeared with that collar around her neck, and Rita told Joanne to do either of those things, the gardener would promptly comply.

And Olga wouldn't complain, or penalize Althea or Joanne for doing those things, nor for using derogatory terms when addressing her under such circumstances. From her interactions with Miss Rita, Olga had learned that she found such humiliations exciting. She trusted all three women not to go too far in furnishing her with the embarrassment that she craved. Those same three women could easily check that they were producing the desired effect merely by looking at or feeling Olga's pussy, verifying her state of wetness. At any time they could demand that she pull her pussy lips open and show them her cunt. They could also check with their fingers or even their tongue, if they so desired. Olga found such examinations delightfully humiliating as well.

Therefore, Olga wasn't terribly surprised to discover both Althea and Joanne waiting outside the front door when she opened it that Friday evening after the gallery party. She and Miss Rita had heard the town car sent by Silvia Ottinger arrive. Miss Rita was wearing a simple, but elegant little black dress and heels. Olga was wearing a simple, not very elegant black leather dog collar and nothing else. She was carrying a small case which contained some toiletries, and a sundress that she might be allowed to wear during the weekend, at least part of the time. That depended on the wishes of the aforementioned Silvia, and/or her lover and companion, Leah.

A beautiful female chauffeur was holding the door to the town car open, waiting for them. A careful observer might've noted her eyebrows rising slightly as she saw Olga appearing in the door opening, naked. When Olga saw the chauffeur looking at her, she blushed slightly and felt her heart rate accelerate. She noted that the chauffeur's uniform was so well fitted that it clung to her like it had been painted on, following every curve of her lush body, and displaying those curves gracefully.

Olga's progress towards the car was halted when Miss Rita said, "Stop right there, girl. I think it only proper for these two women to give you a proper sendoff for this weekend." Turning to Joanne and Althea, she said, "I'd like you each to give this slut a swat on her butt, along with some words of encouragement."

Smiling, Althea gave Olga a playful spank on her right ass cheek, saying, "Good luck, you nasty whore. I hope they make you grovel to your heart's desire."

Of the two women, Joanne was the stronger, due to her manual labor in the garden. Therefore, her swat was a loud, stinging one, as she intoned, "You be on your best behavior, slut, and do us proud."

Watching this, the chauffeur couldn't quite keep a tiny smile from appearing on her lips. Olga was already mortified to be spanked in public in front of this stranger. And seeing that smile appear on the stranger's face doubled the effects. Olga moaned softly as her inner pussy muscles reacted by squeezing out a tiny dribble of her highly scented juices.

Rita was expecting something like this to happen, and noted the glistening of the fluids on Olga's inner thighs. She asked Joanne, "Did you remember to have that towel handy that I said we might need? I don't want this slut's pussy drooling all over the seat of Silvia's lovely car."

"Yes," Joanne answered. "Here, you naughty slut. Put this on the seat under your butt," she told Olga, handing her the towel. When the now scarlet cheeked woman took the towel from her, Joanne muttered, "Lordy, I hope one towel will be enough." At that, the chauffeur smiled more broadly, but at least she managed not to break out laughing.

All during the ride to Silvia and Leah's mansion, all three women in the town car were very aware of the pungent scent emanating from Olga's pussy. Rita had instructed the chauffeur not to bother raising the partition that separated the front of the town car from the rear. Olga noted that the chauffeur's eyes, glancing into the rear view mirror from time to time, were scanning her naked body. And in that same mirror, Olga could observe the chauffeur's nostrils flaring each time she deeply inhaled Olga's scent.

Rita was enjoying the ride, watching the subtle interplay between the chauffeur and Olga. It was rather a shame that the rear of the luxury vehicle had such tinted windows. There was little chance to add to Olga's humiliation by having people in other cars gaping at her. Silvia had assured her that Olga could walk from the car to the house nude, since her estate was quite secure and secluded. Wealth did have its perquisites.

The town car was admitted onto the grounds by an actual gate keeper. She examined the car briefly, and then open the gate to the large, walled grounds. They were driven up a long, winding drive, with stately trees flanking it, until they drew up before the mansion itself. When the car was stationary, the chauffeur hopped out and came around to open the door for Olga and Miss Rita to emerge. Olga had a slightly frightened expression on her face, and was looking carefully to the left and right, since she was now naked in a strange new environment. The fact that she was carrying a towel that was damp with her pussy juices didn't help the situation. She knew that Miss Rita would berate her if she tried to use the towel to cover herself at all.

Miss Rita, climbing the steps to the large front door, glanced back at a hesitating Olga. "Don't dawdle, girl," she admonished. "Get up here with me."

Olga hunched her shoulders, hearing the reprimand in Miss Rita's voice. Her sense of humiliation rose, and her body reacted with a gradual increase in arousal, of course. Letting gravity help her forward movement, she leaned forward slightly as she went up the steps.

The lovely chauffeur remained at the bottom of the steps, looking upward. She was treated to a marvelous view of Olga's pink, swollen pussy lips, wet with her intimate fluids, with each movement of Olga's thighs. She thought to herself, "I hope Miss Silvia calls upon me to help with that tasty looking submissive. That'd be a nice weekly bonus."

Miss Rita and Olga had reached the door, and Miss Rita briefly pressed the door bell. Without much delay, it was answered by a woman who had the possibility of being beautiful. But it was difficult to tell, because her impassive face was devoid of all expression, and the severe cut of her tight fitting clothing flattened any curves she might otherwise display. "Yes?" she said in a deep, almost gravelly voice. "Whom shall I say is calling?"

"Hello," Miss Rita said. "I'm Rita Cummings, and this is Olga. I believe we're expected."

Still maintaining her impassive expression, the woman said, "Oh yes, Miss Rita. You're expected. Please come in. I'm Janice, Miss Silvia's butler, at your service." Her tone of voice seemed to express the fact that she was at Rita's service, but certainly not Olga's. Olga's body reacted as expected, and her arousal scent intensified, as her heart accelerated.

As they entered, Silvia and Leah, wearing lovely kimonos, came forward to greet them. "Hello, Rita. Hello, Olga," Silvia said warmly.

"We're so glad that you're here," Leah added. "Mr. Saito is already in residence, resting. Was your car ride here pleasant?"

"Hello, Silvia and Lee," Rita answered. "Yes, it was a lovely trip, thank you." Turning to Olga, she prompted, "Greet our hosts, girl."

Olga, feeling quite vulnerable and humble, being the only person without clothing, looked down at their feet, saying, "Hello, Miss Silvia and Miss Leah."

Rita explained, "My girl is carrying that towel because we didn't want her juices staining your car seats. Being driven here naked had that effect on her." Olga's blush deepened. "And, just between us, I think she and your chauffeur were eyeing one another during the ride." Olga, couldn't protest that statement, due to its veracity.

Leah grinned. "Yes, Tamara has an eye for beauty. She's an excellent chauffeur, and has been with us for years. We'll certainly have to include her in the festivities."

Silvia told Rita, "Don't worry about your pet dripping. Our maid, Zoe, is used to sopping up spills, cleaning the floors and rugs, and so on. We usually grant her a bonus by letting her suck and drink straight from the source, if she wishes to do so." As she made this statement, she looked pointedly at Olga's wet pussy, and the naked woman twitched as if someone had fingered her intimate area.

"Ah, here's Zoe now," Leah stated. A cute, smiling, dark-haired woman approached, carrying colorful folds of fabric in her arms. "In honor of Mr. Saito, we decided that kimonos would be appropriate attire." She opened hers, showing her lush nudity. "Kimonos over bare skin are so sensuous, we think. Please join us," she continued, as Zoe handed one of the silken garments to Olga. Grinning, Rita began disrobing, not that she was wearing much to begin with.

Olga slid her arms through the sleeves of the unfamiliar garment, and then looked a little bewildered. "Help her, Zoe," Silvia said, relieving the maid of Rita's kimono. Zoe stepped up to Olga, and took Olga's right front panel of the kimono and drew it over to her left hip. She then took the left front edge and drew it over to Olga's right hip.

"Left over right," Zoe murmured. "Please hold these where they are while I get the sash." Olga, arms akimbo, pinned the material against her hips. Zoe picked up the himo, and, threading it between Olga's left elbow and torso, passed it behind the woman's back. To grab the end with her other hand, Zoe pressed her body against Olga's, with her face nuzzling Olga's cleavage, perhaps longer than was absolutely necessary. Straightening up, she tied the sash, and adjusted the folds of the kimono properly. For some reason, this adjustment seemed to necessitate Zoe's hands stroking Olga's breasts several times, making her nipples spring to full erection.

Rita, now standing naked, chuckled, "I hope I get a similar treatment."

"Of course," Silvia said. "Since you're our honored guest, I'll see to that personally." True to her word, Silvia helped Rita don the garment, but she actually nuzzled Rita's cleavage before covering her torso with the silken material. Following that, either she was having a difficult time grasping the end of the himo behind Rita's back, or she just wanted to be pressed against her for a greater period of time. Finally, Silvia leaned back and tied the sash. Both women were smiling promises at one another.

After some light refreshments, and pleasant conversation, Silvia addressed both Rita and Olga. "Our understanding is that Olga is ours all of Saturday and Sunday, so she's still yours until tomorrow morning, Rita. Lee and I are placing you in the same bedroom tonight. Zoe will show you where it is, and attend to your needs. Olga, tomorrow morning, appear for breakfast dressed in your kimono and nothing else. Any questions?"

Neither woman had any, since they'd known this was the arrangement. Bidding their hosts a good evening, they followed Zoe to their bedroom. With a twinkle in her eye, the pretty maid asked Rita, "Do you require anything else, Miss? Anything at all?"

Rita hadn't missed how Zoe had fondled Olga. As she undressed, she told the maid, "Yes, dear. If you'd be so kind as to help Olga out of her kimono." Olga knew she was perfectly capable of untying the sash and slipping off the garment, so she was aware that Rita was being naughty.

Zoe didn't mind this task at all. Standing behind Olga, who was facing Rita, the maid reached around and untied the sash. Parting Olga's kimono panels, she revealed the submissive's body to her Miss, as the garment pooled to the floor by their feet. She even lifted Olga's breasts, cupping them with her hands as she peered over Olga's shoulder to see if Rita approved. Seeing the Dominant nod, Zoe used her index fingers to begin teasing Olga's nipples. Soon the submissive was moaning.

"Do you wish anything else, Miss?" Zoe asked, her warm breath tickling Olga's neck and shoulder.

"Now that you ask, yes. You could help us. To help me relax, I want Olga to lick and suck my pussy until I cum. Do you think you could hold her wrists behind her back with one hand, while your other toys with her pussy to inspire her?"

"Certainly, Miss."

Moments later, Olga found herself unceremoniously bent over the foot of the bed, her face virtually shoved into Rita's pussy, her arms pinned behind her back, and her feet kicked apart by the surprising strength of the maid. The aroma of Rita's pussy made her mouth water, so she quickly sealed her mouth over those fragrant pussy lips and began licking the space between them. Rita closed her eyes and relaxed, leaning against a pillow she'd placed behind herself.

Meanwhile, Olga almost snorted with surprise as she felt the maid's hand invade her pussy! Those fingers were moving with skill, stroking and thrumming exactly the right places. Almost wanting to shriek with delight, Olga started devouring Rita's pussy, her tongue darting, flicking and scooping. Rita did shriek with delight, her body shaking and beginning to hump Olga's face. When Rita began vibrating, Olga knew she was close. The submissive did two things in rapid succession. First she used her upper lip to rub sensuously on Rita's clit, which was enough to drive her Miss into an earth-shattering orgasm. Second, she sealed Rita's vaginal entrance with her mouth, and applied suction. Rita felt her fluids being whisked into Olga's mouth, and a secondary wave of release drove her to an even higher peak.

Zoe'd been watching over Olga's shoulder. Seeing Rita in orgasm, she felt it was time to make Olga cum as well. Her hand was drenched in Olga's slippery juices, so she carefully grasped Olga's clit between her thumb and first two fingers and began a stripping action from its base to its head, over and over. The sensation was so intense that Olga felt like the top of her head was about to pop off! Her scream of orgasm was muffled, since she shouted it into Rita's pussy, but it was quite expressive, nonetheless. Without being bidden to, Zoe released Olga's wrists, knelt down behind her, spread her ass cheeks and thighs open, and licked her as clean as possible.

Rita grabbed Olga's head and brought the quivering woman up the bed until they were entwined in a sweaty, but loving embrace. Both were already semi-dozing, so Zoe tucked them in and departed.

The next morning, sunlight was illuminating their curtains when Rita and Olga heard a tapping at their bedroom door. Rita yawned and said, "Yes? Come in."

Zoe peeked around the door. "Good morning, Miss. Miss Silvia asked me to wake you. She said you have time for a quick shower, if you wish, and then please join them for breakfast. Oh, and please wear your kimonos -- both of you."

"Thank you, Zoe. We'll be there quickly. I know Silvia must be anxious to begin." She was as good as her word. She and Olga had quick showers, made their hair and faces presentable, and donned their kimonos. Padding barefooted downstairs, they entered the dining room. The only male in the room was Mr. Saito, who stood, and silently gave a brief bow in greeting. Silvia and Leah verbally bid them good morning. Leah introduced a diminutive, dark-haired woman as Lily, Mr. Saito's interpreter. "Lily will make it easier for Mr. Saito to give instructions and corrections during the lessons," Leah explained.

"Oh no," Olga thought to herself. "Still another person to watch as these two women tie up my naked body." A familiar surge of embarrassment washed through her, speeding her heart rate. Her tummy fluttered, and her pussy muscles quivered. She could have kept things relatively under control, but all hope of that vanished when Zoe emerged from the kitchen to serve them breakfast. She positioned Rita's plate of scrambled eggs and bacon in front of her, but she placed Olga's plate on the floor in the space between her chair and Rita's!

Olga's face blanched as she turned a questioning eye to Miss Rita. Was she expected to virtually eat off the floor? But Miss Rita glanced down and addressed Zoe, "I think you've made a mistake, dear." Olga felt a wave of relief, hearing that. Miss Rita continued, "I distinctly remember telling you to break up her bacon pieces for her. She can't easily eat them like that, without using her hands."

"Very sorry, Miss," Zoe apologized. She knelt briefly, and crumbled the bacon strips into easily edible pieces. As she moved away, Miss Rita fixed her gaze on Olga's face, which was slowly turning from white to bright red as she became aware of everyone pausing, waiting to see how she reacted.

Mortified, Olga moved her chair more out of the way and sank down onto her hands and knees. Lowering her face to the plate of food, she began eating like a dog might eat. She didn't know whether any of the others might be peering under the table, watching her debase herself in this manner. But even the thought of that potential humiliation was enough for her internal lubrication to kick on. Within a minute or so, pussy juices began dribbling down her thighs.

After she'd finished the food on her plate, Miss Rita allowed her to kneel upright and use her hands to drink her orange juice, and all the water and hot tea that she wished. "I'm sure we need to keep you hydrated, pet," she explained.

When everyone felt ready, Mr. Saito indicated it was time for the shibari training to begin. Silvia walked over to Olga, and touched her chin. "Remember, you belong to Lee and me for today and tomorrow, girl. Stand up and remove your kimono. You can hand it to Zoe as we move into the main room."

At Silvia's touch, accompanied by her confident tone of ownership, Olga found herself beginning to sink into a state of submission. She untied the himo sash, slipped the garment off, and passed it to Zoe. Naked, she padded after Silvia.

Mr. Saito addressed his two students. Actually, he spoke Japanese in a soft tone of voice, and Lily translated his words, so it was as if he was speaking, and the women quickly imagined he was speaking English.