The Curse of the Slutty Fetish Maid

Lauren discovered that Patty had an extensive array of bondage equipment. It wasn't at all necessary, since Lauren was trapped in the apartment anyway, but that didn't stop Patty. On one occasion Patty decided that Lauren hadn't been spending enough time cleaning the bathroom. Her solution was to chain her by the ankle to the pipe leading to the toilet. Lauren had to work most of the night. When she was done, the short chain kept her confined to the bathroom, so she slept on the floor, still chained to the toilet. Patty particularly loved threading a pair of handcuffs through the radiator in the living room, forcing Lauren to remain on her knees and elbows. As an added bonus her position gave a clear view of her ass to Patty and any of her guests that were sitting on the sofa. A wooden paddle hung on the wall next to the radiator in case anyone wanted to teach Lauren a lesson.

The Dinner Party

About halfway through the week Lauren got a surprise. She knew that something was up from the smirk that Patty wore as Lauren served her breakfast.

"Well, my little maid, tonight I've decided to have a fancy dinner party. Formal attire. Needless to say, " Patty added quickly, "We'll have the food catered."

Lauren winced. They had discovered the hard way that the maid uniform had not improved her cooking skills, and Patty had taken out her disappointment and indigestion on her.

"You, naturally, will be serving the guests. Catering to their every whim."

Lauren still wasn't comfortable having people see her as a maid, but she really had no choice. "Yes, Mistress."

Patty handed her a guest list to look over.

The last name on the list made Lauren's stomach flip. "Wait, you're inviting Chris? My-old-boyfriend-that-I-dumped Chris?"

Patty laughed. "I thought that seeing him again would give you some perspective. Besides, as I remember the reason you broke up was that you thought he was condescending. That shouldn't be a problem for you now. You're a maid. People aren't supposed to treat you like an equal!"

Lauren got on her knees and pleaded, "Please, Mistress, don't let him see me like this!"

"I've made my decision."

"But he knows all of my friends. Everyone will hear about this!"

"That's enough from you. They're not your friends anymore, they're your betters. They're the masters, you're just the little servant who waits on them hand and foot. Don't worry, I'll tell you exactly what to say to my guests. And as a special present, I got you some jewelry to wear for the occasion so that you'll look your best."

That night Lauren discovered what the jewelry was. Just before the party Patty took out some steel shackles and chains and locked them around Lauren's wrists and ankles. The chain between her legs was so short that she shuffled when she walked, and the other chain forced her wrists close together when she brought in the serving tray for the appetizers.

Everyone stared blankly at Lauren. The last time they'd seen her she was dressed normally, not as a fetish maid clapped in irons. She wanted to sink into the floor, but there was no escape.

Patty tapped her fork on her wine glass to get her guests' attention.

"Everyone, you're probably wondering about Lauren's new attire. So I thought she should tell you about it herself." Patty turned towards her with a cold stare. "Maid, say it."

Lauren looked down at the floor to avoid meeting anyone's eyes. She took a deep breath and said the speech that Patty had forced her to memorize.

"I've discovered that I'm a dumb slut who can't handle responsibility. So I've signed over all my possessions to Patty since she's going to do the thinking for us both. From now on I'm just an empty-headed little maid, and you should treat me that way. I'm my Mistress's property, and my only purpose is to serve my betters. Use me however you want."

Lauren closed her eyes in humiliation, trying to pretend that no one was there. That no one had heard what she had just said. There was a moment of silence. Then Chris reached his arm out and pinched her boob. Lauren squealed.

"You always did think too highly of yourself, " her ex-boyfriend commented with a smirk. "I'm just glad somebody finally put you in your place. So Patty, you're keeping her, then?"

Patty laughed. "Yes. I had her quit her job, too. That way she can serve me full-time."

One of the other guests chimed in. "I'm surprised she was able to hold down a job in the first place. She doesn't look very bright!"

The other guests laughed. Lauren squirmed with embarrassment, but her lips stayed stuck together, forcing her to submit to the comments of the guests in silence.

Patty commented, "Yes, and now she doesn't have to fill her pretty head with anything but pleasing me."

That seemed to open the floodgates, and the guests began to chat. Although the topics varied, as Lauren served the guests she kept overhearing little comments, spoken as if she wasn't there.

"She's so cute. It's good of you to take her in."

"Those chains suit her. And they help keep her out of trouble."

"What a little slut. I'd love to play with her some time."

"I never understood how she survived on her own."

Lauren was forced to endure this humiliation, unable to speak except for the occasional 'No, sir', or 'Yes Ma'am'.

After dinner was over, Patty made Lauren sit on her knees on the floor next to Chris's chair. Drinking his beer with one hand, he used the other to feel her up, producing soft gasps and moans from Lauren that amused the guests to no end.

Eventually the party came to an end. The whole thing had been humiliating, but Lauren got an odd kind of satisfaction from the experience, while Patty was somewhat irritable afterwards. Patty was vain, and always liked to be the center of attention, but it was difficult for her stay in the limelight when she was sharing the room with a latex-clad bondage maid.

Still the hottest one at the party! Lauren thought to herself, and smiled.

In the days following the party, Lauren's submissive tendencies grew. Patty continued to have guests over for more informal get-togethers. Unable to speak until spoken to, and forced into blind obedience, there was a gap between her and them. The important people. The ones who made the decisions and gave the orders. And Lauren, who curtseyed, said yes Ma'am, and obeyed. Lauren, who stayed at home because she was too helpless to be allowed out on her own, and who wasn't permitted to sit on the furniture.

None of this bothered Lauren as much as she would have thought. In point of fact, it made her wet. Lauren spent so much time masturbating that Patty, half-jokingly, suggested that she might lock her in a chastity belt.

Patty was the fly in the ointment. She was frequently cruel, often for no reason, and seemed to delight in making Lauren miserable. As the week came to a close, Lauren wondered just where this would end.

Halloween Night

Lauren stared at herself miserably in the mirror. It was 6PM on Halloween night. Patty had gone out to a costume party. Ominously, she was going as a dominatrix, complete with a leather catsuit, a spiked collar, and a very real whip. That didn't bode well for Lauren. Before going, Patty had made her kneel in the dressing room. She leaned down, grabbed Lauren's chin, and turned her face so that she was staring at herself in the mirror.

"Stay there and look at yourself until I get back, little maid. I want you to get used to being my BITCH."

Lauren whimpered.

As she stared into the mirror Lauren thought about her predicament. At least the costume made it so that she got some enjoyment out of her submission. The worst part of the whole ordeal was Patty herself. Patty had been an awful roommate, and was an even worse mistress. It wouldn't have been so bad if Patty was out of the picture. But Lauren was stuck with her. Forever.

Lauren pleaded into the mirror. "Please, Mary, wherever you are, I've learned my lesson. Please let me go back to normal."

Suddenly she heard Mary's voice echo from the walls. "Maid, clean the apartment from top to bottom while rubbing yourself without stopping. Finish cleaning by midnight, and I'll put you where you belong."

Lauren couldn't believe it. She had a chance at freedom! "Thank you Mary! I'll do it! I promise!"

There was no response. But Lauren wasn't discouraged. She reached her hand towards the feather duster. She reached her other hand under her dress...

The time flew by, but at last she was done. Lauren looked at the clock. 11:50. She'd made it with time to spare, and she'd enjoyed some quality orgasms in the process. Now she was back in front of the full length mirror in the walk-in closet and was ready for everything to go back to normal.

She smiled. In a way she'd almost miss this costume. She'd never been more turned on in her life.

Hmm. Ten minutes. That's more than enough for a little extra me-time, Laren thought to herself.

She stood in front of the mirror and moved her hand under her dress. Rubbing faster and faster as she looked at the slutty maid that was her reflection. At last Lauren cried out, satisfied and utterly spent. She opened her eyes to see two maids. Herself, and Mary, standing behind her. Behind Mary in the mirror she could see the haunted mansion.

"Oh..Mary...I did what you asked, I cleaned the house, and while I was doing it I-um..."

Mary smirked. "Yes, I know what you were doing. How many orgasms was it? 9? 10? I could hear your screams echoing through the mirror.

Lauren's face turned red. "It's not my fault. This costume forces me to be horny all the time!"

Mary laughed. "Is that what you've been telling yourself? No, the maid outfit just makes you obedient. The rest was all you, my dear."

Lauren stood in silence for a moment, trying to process that. Could this be the real her? She suddenly realized that, as if in response, her hand was hovering over her crotch again. Lauren quickly moved it behind her back like she'd been caught with her hands in the cookie jar.

"So, you're going to put things back the way they were?"

"I never promised I'd do that."

Lauren gasped. "But you did! You said..."

"I said 'I'll put you where you belong'. And given how you've behaved today, I think it's obvious where you belong, you little slut."

Mary's eyes glowed. "As you are, so shall you be. As you are, so shall you remain!"

"Noooo!" Lauren felt something pulling at her collar. In place of the bell was a long, thin silver chain. The other end was wrapped around Mary's hand.

"Come along. Be honest with yourself and admit that this is what you really want." Mary tugged on the leash, and Lauren, powerless against her, was pulled closer to the mirror. She took one last stand, holding her legs firm to try to avoid being pulled in.

Mary gave her a mischievous smile, and snapped her fingers.

Lauren gasped as a mind-blowing orgasm ripped through her. She was in such a daze that she barely noticed when with one final jerk Mary pulled her through the mirror.

Lauren found herself back in the old mansion on her knees, a picture of submission. She looked up at Mary, her new mistress. Lauren still felt a glow of pleasure and satisfaction. Mary held her leash in one hand. It was pulled taut, providing a gentle pull, reminding Lauren that she was owned. Mary smiled, and held up the fingers of her other hand for another snap.

All things considered, Lauren thought to herself philosophically, maybe there are advantages to living with a ghost.

Snap.

Five Years Later

"So Tina, great party! I can't believe you were able to rent the old Abernathy place for Halloween!"

"I know, it's perfect! You heard about the ghost stories, right?"

"Part of it. Something about phantom maids?"

"Yeah, there are supposed to be two of them, both really kinky. Mary, and her slutty lesbian slave Lauren. Mary's supposed to keep Lauren chained on a leash. They spend all their time jilling each other off."

"Tina, that has to be the best ghost story ever."

"I know! By the way, I love your maid costume..."