AUTHOR’S NOTE: This submit continues the story of Holly and Carla, the primary components of that are posted right here as The Maid, Ch. 01-02 and The Maid, Ch. 03-04. Whereas these chapters are meant to be gratifying on their very own, readers will, I consider, be significantly extra glad in the event that they learn the previous chapters first.
CHAPTER FIVE, during which Holly speaks her thoughts.
Should you ever get an opportunity to fly firstclass on a kind of fancy European airways, I counsel you’re taking it. Earlier than our journey to Italy, I might solely ever been on dumpy, cramped airplanes, with yucky meals and screaming infants and neighbors who insisted on sticking their elbows and knees into my house.
Carla’s and my flight to Rome was a complete completely different ballgame.
We every had our personal little cabin, with a minibar and a giant display (for an airplane) TV. Our seats lay again into beds with actual sheets and blankets. And the service was subsequent stage. There was no ready for some overworked stewardess to push a bit of cart by means of the aisle. Every time we needed something — wine, snacks, dinner, you identify it — we simply put up a hand, and inside 5 minutes it appeared, as if by magic. For some time, I believed if issues with Sir and Mistress did not work out, getting a gig on an airplane like that might be proper up my alley, however after seeing how impolite and condescending a few of the passengers had been, I put the thought out of my head.
All through the journey, Carla and I acted like your common pair of gal-pals. Let’s face it, the airport, a lot much less the airplane, wasn’t one of the best place to attract consideration to ourselves with lots of finger-snapping and “Sure, Miss Carla’s.” Even within the first-class lounge, the place you’d look forward to finding lots of kinky individuals, I served Carla in a approach that might look pure to outsiders. In spite of everything, kinksters do not a share secret handshake or something, so that you by no means know who’s who.
Sadly, our first-class standing could not save us from a four-hour flight delay, so by the point we landed in Rome, we had been much more drained and grumpy than we’d have been in any other case. With lots of effort, I saved my grumpiness to myself. In spite of everything, the very last thing I wanted was to begin our Italy journey within the doghouse on account of my huge mouth.
Nearly as quickly as we sat within the cab from the airport, our driver — a sizzling Tunisian man of about thirty — began to hit on us. However to say Carla wasn’t within the temper could be the understatement of the 12 months, and he or she shut him proper down. Even within the darkened automobile, I might see the man’s face blanch on the stream of abuse (which, she later instructed me, had included some fairly colourful native phrases) that she spewed throughout him.
Due to course Carla speaks fluent Italian. How might I probably have been shocked?
It was about 9 p.m. after I noticed the lit-up ruins of the Colosseum by means of the window of the cab, and some minutes later, we bought out in entrance of the resort. The Umilta 36 is not as swanky as some locations on the opposite facet of the river, however our rooms set Sir again over a thousand Euros an evening. The essential factor for Carla was that it was inside strolling distance of the stuff she needed to see, so she was glad.
She strode straight in to the reception desk, leaving me on the sidewalk to discover a bellboy to handle our baggage. There was some confusion with our rooms, however Carla utilized her angelic voice and excellent Italian — this time with out the colourful phrases — to the scenario, and after minute or two, she walked away with two keys to a luxurious suite, which, along with a ginormous sitting room, bed room and loo for her, had an adjoining (a lot smaller) bed room and loo for me.
The bellboy was a kind of annoying varieties who insist on declaring each element of the room in hopes of a greater tip (or the possibility to hit on you), when all you need is for them to go away so you may collapse in peace. After he’d wandered round for fifteen seconds, Carla bought fed up. She stuffed a twenty Euro notice into his fist and shooed him out.
“I am exhausted,” she mentioned, closing the door behind the bellboy. “I will take a shower.”
“Might I attend you, Miss Carla?” I requested. I used to be additionally exhausted, however I believed that kneeling subsequent to the tub and washing Carla’s lovely physique could be the right solution to unwind.
“I will handle,” she mentioned. “Have my issues unpacked by the point I am completed.” She disappeared into the toilet with out ready for a response, and I started working.
Once we’d checked in at JFK, I seen that Carla had a 3rd, smaller bag, which she’d packed on her personal. The mix to the locks on the 2 bigger baggage did not work on the smaller, so I shrugged and set it apart. I unzipped the big suitcases, revealing outfit after outfit after outfit. Night put on. Informal put on. Outer put on. Versatile necessities. Equipment. Carla had introduced sufficient stuff to placed on a one-woman runway present, all of it so elegant that she would not look misplaced if she bought an sudden invitation to the Cannes Movie Competition.
I frowned, pondering of the three or 4 frumpy outfits she’d lent me. “However you will not want anything,” she’d mentioned, after I steered taking a couple of of her nicer issues, simply in case. “You will solely be going out to run errands. Do you wish to put on a night robe to the bakery?” She laughed on the concept, and I glumly agreed that denims and sweatshirts had been all I might want.
As I organized her issues within the big walk-in closet, my hand by some means could not let go of a black, mid-length cocktail gown. It was practically the dual of the gown Sir had given me to put on to Mistress’s fortieth birthday dinner. I held it up in entrance of myself and sashayed in entrance of the full-length mirror within the closet door. I pictured Carla and me arriving at some hoity-toity occasion at a swanky Roman property, the place we might meet suave European aristocrats, dashing Formulation One drivers, charming Italian playboys. All eyes would flip to us as we entered, and…
“What on earth are you doing?” Carla’s harsh voice was removed from angelic.
I turned to see her standing subsequent to me, sporting a thick terrycloth gown and toweling her hair.
“Nothing, Miss Carla,” I mentioned, hurriedly hanging up the gown. “I used to be simply ending with these. I am unable to determine the lock on the opposite suitcase, although,” I added, making an attempt to vary the topic.
“Do not hassle with the suitcase,” she mentioned. “Why are you continue to dressed?”
Oh, drat, I might forgotten about that. “Since you did not inform me to not be?” Yuck. Even I knew how pathetic that reply was.
“I’ve made it clear you might be to be bare always,” she mentioned. “Not once we journey, clearly, however do I actually need to remind you to undress every time we’re again in non-public?”
“No, Miss Carla,” I mentioned. “I will not overlook once more.” I pulled her Mount Holyoke Lacrosse sweatshirt over my head and undid the button on my denims.
“I ought to hope not,” she mentioned. “I will mattress. Get your self washed up. I will help you sleep with me tonight.”
“Thanks, Miss Carla,” I answered. I smiled on the considered falling asleep in her arms once more. With luck, she may even discover the power for a little bit of enjoyable first.
After I emerged from the toilet ten minutes later, Carla sat up and swung her legs over the facet of the mattress. She snapped her fingers, and I knelt between her knees.
“I made a decision I need a snack earlier than I fall asleep,” she mentioned. With out additional ado, she grabbed my hair and pulled my face into her soap-scented non-public components.
On our first night time collectively, I might made like to Carla. There is not any different solution to put it. I might even prefer to suppose we might made love to one another, though I am unable to make certain. However on our first night time in Rome, there was no confusion. I serviced her, finish of story. There was no kissing tenderly alongside her thighs and throughout her pubic mound. No tongue-teasing her outer pussy lips earlier than coming into her. Her forceful grip on my hair instructed me to get straight to work.
I labored my tongue between her labia, massaging her clitoris with every stroke. I moistened my mouth to make my actions as pleasurable as doable. However Carla was sluggish to reply. I used each trick Mistress had taught me through the years — dashing up then slowing down, switching between a sideways and a vertical movement, flicking her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, something I might consider to entice her pussy to open and her juices to movement.
For ten minutes or extra, I lapped and lapped and lapped, to no apparent impact. I frightened I might be unable to please her. However then, she shifted her pelvis barely and let loose a quiet moan. I saved up the identical rhythm, fearing any change would interrupt her burgeoning arousal. Finally, her labia swelled and her clitoris stiffened. She tightened her grip on my hair and moved her hips in synch with my mouth, rubbing her pussy towards me. Her respiration grew heavy, and eventually I tasted her juices.
I continued to lick her, and after one other lengthy whereas, her orgasm started to construct. My mouth was dry and my jaw ached, however I used to be decided to place her over the sting. Then, simply as she appeared able to climax, she stopped me, pushing my head away from her gently.
“Wait,” she mentioned. She rolled her hips again and once more pulled my face into her, this time forcing me down till my mouth discovered her anus. “Mmmm, that is what I need,” she murmured. “That is a very good woman…” My lips locked on her, and I probed her with my tongue. “Deeper,” she moaned.
These days, after all, analingus has turn into so frequent it hardly even counts as kink. However do not forget I am from a conservative household in Beckley, West Virginia. Even after three years in submission to Sir and Mistress, I nonetheless discover it fairly demeaning to be made to lick inside the identical gap somebody poops out of.
Acquainted emotions of disgrace and self-loathing bubbled up inside. I debased myself for Carla, wishing I could possibly be worthy of her — worthy at the very least of her contempt, if not her caring — though I knew I by no means would. I used to be the filthiest, lowest-class whore alive, somebody a goddess like Carla should not hassle herself even to step on or spit at. I did not deserve the chance to worship even this most degrading a part of her good physique. I grabbed her hips with my palms and compelled my tongue into her as deeply as I might.
My pussy was drenched.
Carla held my face in her backside for a very long time, rewarding my obeisance with delicate moans of enjoyment. I eliminated my tongue from her anus lengthy sufficient to lick up my drool and tenderly kiss the flesh throughout it. I adored her, revered her, honored her. She reached her fingers into her pussy and pleasured herself. Her moans grew louder.
My very own need grew to become maddening.
Within the playroom, when Mistress makes me worship her anus, Sir fucks me from behind, making me squirm in ache and humiliation, however offering a measure of aid to my aching loins. After he squirts into my backside, he turns me round and makes me suck his cock, to wash off the streaks of sperm blended with anal lube and flecks of poop, whereas Mistress destroys my pussy together with her vibrating strap-on. The orgasms I obtain from this remedy are mind-blowing.
At that second, I’d have given something to have my pussy or anus destroyed. Something to quench my tortuous sexual thirst. I labored my tongue, determined to place Carla over the sting so I might lie subsequent to her and really feel the blessed aid of her fingers coming into me.
Finally, she neared climax, and I pressured my mouth onto her clitoris to complete her. Her physique writhed in orgasm. She lay again, panting in aid. As soon as she’d caught her breath, she sat up and stroked my hair. “Good woman,” she mentioned.
I whimpered in reply, hoping she’d acknowledge my determined want and invite me to lie subsequent to her. As an alternative, she rolled onto her facet and pulled the cover up over her shoulder.
I sat towards the mattress, overwhelmed by disappointment and abandonment. The muscle tissue in my groin ached, my pussy was dripping, and I used to be panting with need. However after I reached my fingers between my legs and rubbed my clitoris, my arousal seeped away. With out Carla, I had no solution to climax.
Deflated, I bought as much as get a drink of water and brush my enamel once more. By the point I climbed into mattress, she was already asleep.
I lay awake a very long time, wallowing in frustration.
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The subsequent morning, I bought off the bed earlier than Carla wakened, keen to point out her I wasn’t lazy and spoiled. I took a fast bathe and brushed my enamel and hair. She awoke to search out me kneeling subsequent to her, eyes turned demurely to the ground, able to serve. She put a finger below my chin and lifted my head.
“Good morning, Miss Carla,” I mentioned.
“Hmmm,” she answered, “maybe I did the best factor by not sending you again to your Mistress, in any case. Should you hold this up, you may even make a midway first rate slave.”
Carla agreed to my suggestion of room service, and I referred to as right down to order, though it could have been ten occasions simpler for her to do it in Italian. I did my finest, however I am certain they’d a very good chuckle at my mangled pronunciation of cornetto crema pasticcera. (In case you do not communicate Italian, that is a cream puff within the form of a croissant.) I believe it is yucky to eat a lot sugar for breakfast, however Carla’s candy tooth is insatiable. For myself, I ordered scrambled eggs, juice, and common espresso.
Large mistake.
They introduced each breakfasts on the similar time, however after all, I could not eat mine till I might served Carla hers. Sadly, there was nothing to do, as soon as I might laid out her serviette and organized her silverware. All the things was on the room service cart, so there was nothing to fetch. She’d ordered a single cappuccino, so there was nothing to pour. There wasn’t even a espresso tray to carry. I stood subsequent to her, nonetheless and silent and obedient. And ineffective. She took her time consuming and scrolling on her iPad, whereas impatience roiled inside me. It took all my self-discipline to not level out how foolish it was to face there ready for a command, which we each knew would by no means come.
I spotted later that was the entire level.
Anyway, by the point she’d pushed herself away from the cart and gestured for me to take a seat, my eggs had been slimy, and my espresso was chilly. To make issues worse, she scolded me for not having thought the entire thing by means of.
“I do not wish to take a look at your meals whereas I am consuming, a lot much less watch you eat,” she mentioned. “Any more, you’ll order your breakfast after I’m completed, and you’ll eat in your individual room. Is that clear?”
“Sure, Miss Carla,” I replied. I felt silly and incompetent, and I turned my eyes to the ground.
After I’d pushed the cart into the hallway, I knelt at her ft to take heed to her expectations for my conduct. Her mysterious suitcase was mendacity open on the ground beside her.
First, as she’d already jogged my memory, I used to be not allowed clothes. She conceded that if I went on an errand, I might placed on denims and a sweatshirt, and if somebody got here to the door, I might placed on a gown. However in both case, I used to be to undress once more as quickly as doable. No different exceptions.
However there was a bit of twist to the no garments rule. She reached into the suitcase and took out an odd metallic contraption.
A chastity belt.
“Richard gave me this earlier than I moved in with him,” she mentioned. “He thought it appeared attractive on me, however after some time, he bought bored with having to unlock it each time he needed to fuck. However I am glad I saved it, as a result of now it is simply what I want for you.”
She stood up and drew me to my ft. She wrapped the belt round my waist, pulled the metallic heart piece between my legs, and mounted it with a brass padlock. She dangled the little key in entrance of my eyes for a second, then dropped it into her purse.
“Thanks, Miss Carla,” I mentioned, trying down on the gleaming chrome steel. I might by no means worn a chastity belt earlier than, and it felt heavy and cumbersome. But it surely additionally made me really feel by some means secure and safe. And let’s face it, it did look fairly attractive on me. “However I am unsure why I want it,” I mentioned.
“I made your house owners a promise, and I am not taking any probabilities,” she replied. “Who is aware of if I can belief you to withstand all these Italian males? Moreover, I do not need you touching your cunt after I’m not round.”
“As you would like, Miss Carla,” I mentioned, making an attempt to cover my dismay at not with the ability to pleasure myself. I used to be relieved to search out that the half overlaying my vulva was made from a metal mesh, and the piece between my backside cheeks widened right into a gap close to my anus. If I used to be cautious and cleaned up after myself, peeing and pooping could be manageable.
Masturbating? Not a lot.
“I will unlock you a pair occasions per week, so you may wash and shave down there,” she mentioned. “And in addition, after I help you sleep with me, simply in case I am within the temper for enjoyable.”
Carla’s second expectation was that I’d hold her wardrobe prepared always. I might take her issues out to be laundered, however I used to be to iron every thing myself. “Why on earth would I belief anybody however you to do a correct job of it?” she requested.
“Sure, Miss Carla,” I agreed. I might by no means in one million years enable Mistress to put on one thing I hadn’t ironed personally, and I noticed no motive to serve Carla any otherwise.
“There is a laundry not too removed from right here, the place you may take my robes and such,” she mentioned. “However you are to scrub my underthings by hand.”
“After all, Miss Carla.” To be trustworthy, I felt a bit of put out that she noticed the necessity to state such an apparent requirement.
Then, she sprung her third expectation on me. “Now, on the identical road because the laundry is a bit of store that sells all method detergents and brooms and brushes and what-not. So, you will don’t have any excuse to not hold our rooms spic and span.”
“However the resort has a maid service,” I protested. “How a lot sense does it make for me to do their job, if we’re already paying for it?” This got here out so much snippier than I meant, and I cringed to myself, hoping she’d let it slide.
“Why on earth would I enable a stranger to snoop by means of my issues, after I’ve gone to all the difficulty of bringing my very own maid from house?” she requested.
“However… however…” I stammered, unable to provide you with an appropriate reply. Then I remembered, “However what about vacuuming? Do you really need me to lug a vacuum cleaner up right here? What would individuals suppose?”
She frowned for a second. “Alright, advantageous,” she conceded. “Each third day, you may let the resort maid in to hoover. OK?”
“Sure, Miss Carla,” I mentioned glumly.
“Moreover,” she mentioned, reaching in to the suitcase, “for those who weren’t serving as my maid, there’d have been no level in my packing this.” She held out a scrap of black and white fabric.
My hairpiece!
I wrapped my arms round her legs and squeezed. “Thanks, Miss Carla,” I mentioned. “It means so much that you just remembered. However I nonetheless hope that after I end my chores within the room, you will let me serve you exterior typically. While you’re sightseeing, I imply.”
Carla laughed. “What on earth might you probably do for me?” she requested. “I do know Rome just like the again of my hand, and I can get something I need with a snap of my fingers. You’d simply get in the way in which.”
I frowned.
After all, she was proper. I used to be as ineffective as a pocket in a pair of socks, talking no Italian and never figuring out the least factor about something. I felt silly for having steered it, and I fell silent. “Look,” mentioned Carla. “You will be a lot happier staying right here. I will be spending all my time in dank museums and musty previous church buildings, speaking in Italian to previous farts about artists you’ve got by no means heard of. Does that sound attention-grabbing to you?”
“No, Miss Carla,” I agreed glumly.
“Nicely, I’ve bought issues to do,” she mentioned, standing up and dragging me to my ft. “It’s possible you’ll exit for some time if you would like. There are some outlets and cafes close by.” She reached into her purse and took out a handful of twenty Euro notes. “However I may have you at any time, so for those who keep out too lengthy, you will be punished. Do I make myself clear?”
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I stared out the window till I caught a glimpse of lengthy legs and lengthy blond hair shifting down the sidewalk. It was time for chores.