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The Mistress of the House - Part 4
🕑 Added 2025-02-03 05:44:26 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
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Zoey had never been to Mistress Claire's estate without Austin and she felt vulnerable as she reached for the doorbell. She realized how much of a security blanket he'd been for her and she wondered if she'd made a mistake in agreeing to come alone as per Mistress Claire's instructions.
The ornate wooden door opened and one of the maids stood on the other side. She smiled and gestured for Zoey to step inside.
"Welcome," she said. "Mistress Claire is waiting for you."
The maid closed the door and beckoned for Zoey to follow. They walked through the now familiar halls of the mansion until the maid gestured for Zoey to step into a bedroom. She did so and found Mistress Claire sitting in an ornate armchair. She wore an elegant white blouse and a pair of tight black pants with knee high leather boots. Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail and her lipstick was a seductive shade of dark red.
The maid shut the door behind Zoey, who clasped her hands behind her back and waited for instruction.
"I'm glad you came," Mistress Claire said.
"Thank you for inviting me."
Mistress Claire stood and sauntered towards Zoey. She caressed the young woman's face and ran her fingers through her soft hair, smiling as she did so, though she offered no commentary.
Instead, Mistress Claire slowly undressed Zoey, removing each article of clothing in a gentle manner. She made sure to run her fingers over every bit of bare skin she exposed. By the time Zoey was naked, she was a puddle of arousal as the touch of her mistress was more than enough to fill her with intoxicating desire.
Zoey's panties were the last item of clothing to be removed and Mistress Claire's fingers were inside her no more than a few moments later. They probed deep and without resistance, as Zoey's desire had left her soaked.
"I take it you're eager to serve," she said slowly.
"Yes, mistress."
Mistress Claire pulled her fingers from Zoey's pussy and pushed them into her mouth. She sucked them clean, as was expected of her. She closed her eyes while doing so and sank into the blissful feeling of submission that washed over her.
"Does Austin know you're here?" she asked.
"Yes, he does. I told him you wanted to see me alone."
"Did he object?"
"Yes, he did." Zoey's boyfriend had objected strenuously, in fact, though Zoey had failed to puzzle out the source of his objection. She would have guessed jealousy, but she wasn't entirely certain as he seemed a touch concerned for her safety, as well. Zoey had no such concerns, though, as Mistress Claire had proven to have total control of all inhabitants of her house, and thus Zoey had no need to fear inappropriate behavior from anyone.
"And you came despite his objections."
"I did, mistress. I find such pleasure in serving you."
Mistress Claire stepped behind Zoey and spread her ass cheeks. A finger penetrated Zoey anally and she gasped at the sudden and mildly painful intrusion. A second finger was added. They moved in and out of Zoey. It was painful and a touch uncomfortable, but she'd long since learned that Mistress Claire viewed Zoey's body as a playground to be enjoyed as she saw fit.
"My husband wants to meet you," she whispered.
Zoey tensed up. She wasn't aware that Mr. Cooper knew of his wife's penchant for inviting playthings over. She should have known better, of course, especially since Zoey had been used to entertain two older gentlemen the last time she'd been to the house. Those men were more likely to be acquaintances of Mr. Cooper, after all.
"First, though, you're going to work," Mistress Claire said. "You'll find a uniform in the closet. Put it on and find me in the library."
She delivered a swift blow against Zoey's ass - which stung enough for her to wince - and then walked out. Zoey rubbed her backside for a moment and then opened the closet.
Inside Zoey found a maid's outfit, though it was different than she'd seen on the other girls. This was more of a French maid costume and it was short and low cut. It was clearly made for sexual arousal. It came with a pair of black stockings with white satin bows at the tops and a shiny pair of heels.
Zoey pulled the outfit from the closet and set it on the bed. It proved time-consuming to dress in the full outfit - there were many accessories that went with it - but eventually Zoey stepped out of the bedroom in a full French maid's outfit.
She made her way to the library and found Mistress Claire relaxing on the couch with a leather-bound book in her hand. The book was set aside before Zoey could catch a glimpse of the title, though she couldn't help but feel a touch of curiosity at what Mistress Claire was reading.
"How lovely," she said as Zoey approached. "You look even better than I'd hoped you would."
"Thank you, mistress," Zoey said as she curtsied.
"The library needs to be dusted and vacuumed. I expect you to do a thorough job. No rushing. No sloppiness. If I'm not satisfied with your work I'll belt your ass. Do you understand?"
Zoey nodded. "Yes, mistress."
Mistress Claire left, though not before showing Zoey the duster, rags, wood polish spray, and vacuum that would be the tools of her trade on that particular day.
Then, just like that, Zoey was alone in the library and working as an actual maid. It was not how she imagined her day unfolding, but Zoey spent the next two hours carefully cleaning the expansive room. It proved more difficult than she'd imagined to do so in a pair of high heels, though Zoey knew better than to remove any part of her uniform in an effort to make her job easier. The heels were undoubtedly meant to add an element of suffering to her task, as Mistress Claire clearly enjoyed making her submissives suffer in some manner.
After she finished, Zoey gathered her cleaning materials and set them in the corner of the room. She moved to exit the library and find Mistress Claire, but there was no need. The library door opened and the elegant older woman strode in with a smile on her face as Zoey remembered that the library - and likely most rooms in the house - was watched over by hidden cameras.
"You took a little longer than I expected," Mistress Claire said.
"Sorry, mistress. I wanted to make sure I did a good job."
"Next time I expect you to work faster."
Zoey looked at the floor. "Yes, mistress." She was focused on the notion of there being a 'next time.' She hadn't especially enjoyed cleaning the library and she wasn't looking for another job, and yet Zoey found herself excited at the notion that Mistress Claire would again expect her to come to her home, put on a uniform, and tend to a menial task like dusting the library.
Zoey followed behind Mistress Claire as she slowly walked through the library to inspect the cleaning. She ran her finger over numerous surfaces searching for dust and did the same for the floor. She even reached under the couch to ensure that Zoey had been thorough.
There were only two instances where Mistress Claire found an area Zoey had failed to clean. In both cases it was a remarkably small slice of desktop and floor, though she seemed disappointed. Mistress Claire said nothing, though.
When their circuit around the library was finished, Mistress Claire beckoned Zoey to approach. She caressed the young woman's face and smiled sweetly before leaning in to kiss her on the lips. Zoey melted from the simple gesture of affection. She wanted to step closer, to kiss her mistress deeply, to welcome the older woman's tongue into her mouth, to fall to her knees and beg for the pleasure of worshiping Mistress Claire's pussy.
"You did a good job, especially for your first time. I expect perfection, though, and you failed at that. You'll be punished, though it won't be anywhere near as painful as it could be."
"Yes, mistress."
"There will be time for that later, though."
Mistress Claire took Zoey's hand and led her out of the library. They walked down the hall and into the main living area before ascending the grand staircase to the mansion's upper floor. They walked down yet another regal hallway and into a massive bedroom where a man in a suit waited.
"Charles, darling, I'd like you to meet Zoey."
Mr. Cooper smiled as his eyes roamed over Zoey's body. "She's exquisite," he said.
"Yes, she is," Mistress Claire replied. "And quite eager to serve. Very trainable, too."
Zoey's pussy tingled as they talked about her like she wasn't there. The way Mr. Cooper looked at her had Zoey's heart pounding in her chest. She could feel his hunger and she wondered how many pretty young things Mistress Claire had introduced to her husband over the years.
"She's married?" Mr. Cooper asked.
Mistress Claire lifted the back of Zoey's dress and grasped her ass cheeks. "She is. To one of your employees. Austin is his name. He’s submissive, too, though not to the degree that young Zoey is. He finds pleasure in it, but she's found her purpose in it."
The words struck Zoey as overwhelming true and she felt a pleasing sense of lightness, as if Mistress Claire had revealed Zoey's core truth.
Mr. Cooper approached and Zoey instinctively directed her gaze to the floor, looking up only when he lifted her chin.
"You're very beautiful, Zoey," he said.
"Thank you, sir."
"My wife has always had exquisite taste."
"Yes, sir."
Mr. Cooper ran a hand under Zoey's skirt and pulled her panties aside. His fingers probed her pussy roughly and Zoey winced at the sudden invasion. He studied her face and smiled at her reaction before pulling his fingers free and pushing them deep into her mouth with the same roughness. Zoey gagged and her eyes watered and his smile betrayed a hint of lust.
"Will she be joining the staff?" Mr. Cooper asked.
"Soon, I imagine," Mistress Claire replied.
No one had mentioned the idea of Zoey taking a job at the mansion, and yet they were talking about it like it had already been decided. Zoey felt both a touch of panic and an expected hint of excitement at the notion that her future had been decided by Mistress Claire and her husband.
"And what about her husband? Will he be joining the staff as well?"
"I don't think so," Mistress Claire replied. "He doesn't have what it takes."
Mr. Cooper smiled, took Zoey's hand in his, and placed it against his crotch. She found his cock and stroked it, as she imagined he desired.
"Does it arouse you to be a good girl, Zoey?" he asked.
She nodded.
"And would you like to pleasure my cock?"
"Yes, sir."
"Why?"
"Because I believe that's what Mistress Claire wants. I don't think she would have brought me to you if she didn't want me to do as you desired, sir."
Mistress Claire kissed the back of Zoey's neck and grasped her breasts through the thin satin of her uniform. "You're right, Zoey," she whispered. "I do want you to serve my husband. I want you to tend to his desires. I want you to satiate his cravings for young flesh. I want you to offer yourself to him while I watch." Her fingers made their way inside Zoey before she added, "I'll be filming for your husband, too. I want him to see your desire to serve. I want him to see you give yourself to a vastly superior man."
Mistress Claire stepped back and Mr. Cooper put a hand on Zoey's head. He applied pressure and she fell to her knees. Her hand remained on his cock, though, which was now stiff with desire.
"May I suck your cock, sir?" she asked.
He looked at his wife. "Is he watching?"
"He is."
Zoey didn't bother looking towards Mistress Claire. She knew that Austin was watching, probably via FaceTime, though perhaps she's sent him a link to a camera feed. Either way, Zoey's husband was about to witness her submission.
"Take me in your mouth."
Zoey wrapped her fingers around the base of Mr. Cooper's cock, but he stopped her from taking him in her mouth.
"No hands."
She let her hand fall and wrapped her lips around him. She looked up and sucked his cock. She was struck by the notion that it was the second time Mistress Claire had ordered her to give a blowjob to a man she'd just met. Zoey hadn't resisted either time. She'd offered her submission without question or argument and in both cases she'd found herself trembling with desire as she fellated a relative stranger's cock.
"Look at your pretty wife, Austin," Mistress Claire said. "Look at her dressed up like a slutty maid and sucking my husband's cock. Look at her working to pleasure him, to satisfy him. I'll bet she's nice and wet, Austin. I'll bet your wife is wetter right now than when she sucks your cock."
Zoey couldn't hear or see her husband, but she hoped that Austin found at least some pleasure in watching his wife perform oral sex on another man. It wouldn't be the first time Austin had found enjoyment in Zoey's eagerness to submit to Mistress Claire, after all.
"My pussy is quite wet too, Austin," Mistress Claire continued. "Your wife's submission arouses me more than it does with most of my submissive playthings. That's why I'll be masturbating when my husband fucks hers. I do hope you'll join me."
"Are you wet, Zoey?" Mr. Cooper asked.
She nodded with his cock in her mouth.
"Good. Very good. I'm looking forward to fucking you. I do so enjoy my first time with my wife's playthings."
Mr. Cooper put a hand on the back of Zoey's head and pushed his cock into her throat. He held it there as she gagged. Her eyes watered. Her body convulsed as it tried to eject his cock from her mouth. It remained there until he pulled back, though, and Zoey gasped for air the moment his cock was gone.
"Get in the bed," he instructed. "On your hands and knees."
Zoey stood and strode towards the bed. She crawled onto her hands and knees and stared forward.
Mistress Claire moved to the side of the bed and Zoey saw the phone in her hand as she filmed for Austin. "Zoey, darling, look at your husband."
She turned her head and stared into the camera lens.
"Tell him that your pussy is wet for my husband's cock."
"Austin, baby, my pussy is soaked for Mr. Cooper's cock. For your boss's cock."
Mr. Cooper climbed into the bed and ran his hands over Zoey's ass. "Your wife is exquisite, Austin. One of the few wives of my employees that Claire has ever taken a liking to. You should be proud."
Zoey couldn't see her husband’s reaction, but she doubted he would be proud. He might have been turned on, though. She hoped he was.
"Oh, fuck," she said as Mr. Cooper's cock slid into her from behind. He filled her with one long, deep, hard thrust. He gave her no time to get used it. He didn't seem to care one whit about how it felt to her. He just wanted to take her, which was his right.
"Is she tight?" Mistress Claire asked between soft moans as she masturbated to the sex playing out in front of her.
"She is." Mr. Cooper brought a hand down on Zoey's ass and she cried out. "Your wife is very tight, Austin. She won't be quite as tight when I'm done with her, though."
He grabbed Zoey's hips and began to fuck her hard and fast. She stared into the camera lens - at least when her eyes weren't closed - and moaned. Mr. Cooper was not gentle and there was some discomfort for Zoey, though her pussy remained soaked.
There was something about the uniform - the sexualized French maid uniform - that made Zoey feel more like an object. It wasn't a feeling she had a great deal of experience with, and yet it turned her on. Immensely so, in fact. She was an object for his pleasure, for Mistress Claire's pleasure. In that moment, she existed purely to provide Mr. Cooper with an orgasm. Her body was a vessel. It had been dressed in an outfit Mr. Cooper liked and she'd offered herself on her hands and knees to be fucked until he climaxed.
"Is she on the pill?" Mr. Cooper asked.
"Yes, she is," Mistress Claire replied.
"That's a shame," he said. "We'll have to correct that at some point in the future."
Zoey moaned. She shouldn't have. It was horrible to have moaned in that moment, and yet for some reason she found the idea of being impregnated by Mr. Cooper to be thoroughly arousing.
"I told you, she's a natural submissive," Mistress Claire said before adding, "How would that make you feel, Austin? Would you enjoy it if my husband - your boss - planted his seed inside your wife? Would you be proud to know that he'd selected her to carry his baby, or would be horribly humiliated to know that she'd been more than happy to open her womb to him?"
Zoey was suddenly on the verge of an orgasm. "Can I cum, mistress?"
Mistress Claire moaned and sounded as if she was on the verge of a climax of her own. "Yes, you may."
It took just a few more strokes for Zoey to orgasm. Her body trembled from head to toe and she very nearly collapsed as Mr. Cooper continued to fuck her from behind. He kept on fucking her, too, long after she'd finished cumming. Her clit was far more sensitive at that point, but Zoey remained still. She took the pounding right up until Mr. Cooper buried his cock inside her and unloaded his semen as Mistress Claire climaxed right alongside her husband.
He pulled out after finishing and said, "Clean me."
Zoey spun around and sucked his cock clean of her juices and his cum. She relished the opportunity to do so and thoroughly enjoyed the way Mistress Claire rubbed her ass and fingered her pussy from behind.
"Isn't her pussy beautiful, Austin?" she asked. "Doesn't it look exquisite with my husband's cum leaking out of it? Don't you wish you were here to lick it clean?"
Zoey hoped he'd agreed with the last sentiment.
"Jerk off for me, Austin," Mistress Claire instructed. "There you go. Take your cock in your hand and jerk off. Stroke yourself. Spit in your hand. Get yourself nice and wet. Now jerk off to the idea of putting your tongue in her messy cunt. There you go. Now cum for me, Austin."
Zoey's pussy tingled at the idea of her husband cumming.
"Very good, Austin. Very good. It was lovely seeing you. We'll have Zoey home before midnight."
Mr. Cooper backed out of the bed, put his underwear on, and disappeared into the bathroom. Mistress Claire stepped in front of Zoey, lifted her chin, and smiled down at her.
"You did a wonderful job, Zoey," she said. "There's more for you to do, though. Do you remember the young man that enjoyed your ass two weeks ago?"
Zoey nodded.
"His name is Samuel and he hasn't been permitted to cum since he enjoyed you. You'll tend to his desires today. You'll take your time with it, too. You're free to enjoy yourself, of course. He's young and handsome and quite gifted, so let him give you as much pleasure as you offer him. It's one of the rewards of being on staff here. If you do your job you're free to indulge in your passion for each other, when given permission, that is."
"Thank you, mistress," she said, though Zoey felt a gentle sense of misgiving at the idea of fucking someone else without Austin there in person or watching.
"Is everything okay?"
"Oh, yes, I just...I worry about Austin. It feels like...it kind of feels like cheating on him."
Mistress Claire smiled. "It is, in a way. You don't have to tend to Samuel's needs, but if you don't your time serving me will end, permanently. The choice is entirely yours, though."
"No, please, mistress, I'll tend to his needs. I will. It would bring me pleasure to do so."
Mistress Claire reached out to caress Zoey's face. "I knew you'd be a good girl for me. If you'd like, I can ask your husband to come in time to clean you after my young servant has had his way with you. Would that make you happy, Zoey? Would you like it if your husband was there to put his tongue inside you and clean someone else's cum out of you?"
"Yes, mistress."
"Very good. I'll see to it that it's done."
Zoey was delighted.
"There will be more for you to do afterwards, though. One of my maids will deliver your punishment for your failure in the library. She requested it, in fact. She's exploring her sadistic side and will take pleasure in making you suffer, I believe. When she does, you are to beg for the privilege of worshiping her pussy as a way of thanking her for punishing you. Do you understand?"
Zoey felt fear at the idea of the punishment, but she nodded.
"Oh, and Austin will have to witness your punishment if he comes to clean your pussy. Will you be okay with that, Zoey?"
She wasn't sure, but she wanted Austin there to clean her, to help her feel better about enjoying sex with the young man who'd taken her ass two weeks ago.
"Yes, I'm okay with him witnessing my punishment."
Mistress Claire smiled, leaned forward, and kissed Zoey deeply. It left her floating in a place of emotional bliss, for any connection with her mistress was one that Zoey cherished.
"Thank you, mistress," she said. "For everything."
"You're welcome, Zoey. Now let's get you downstairs so you can enjoy tending to Samuel's needs."
Zoey pulled her panties over her pussy, climbed out of bed, and followed Mistress Claire downstairs and into a bedroom where Samuel waited. He was naked and he looked beautiful. His cock was half hard and he smiled with such delight when Zoey walked in.
"Enjoy yourselves," Mistress Claire said as she shut the door.
"It's nice to see you again, Zoey."
"You too, Samuel," she said with a smile. Suddenly Zoey was thoroughly aroused. She felt a little awkward, though, like she was staring at a guy she had a crush on and had no sense of if he liked her back. He did, though. Or at the very least he wanted her.
He got out of bed and came to her. "Can I take your uniform off?"
She nodded and he leaned in to kiss her. Zoey closed her eyes and immediately lost herself in the kiss. Desire overwhelmed her and she wanted to be naked and in bed with him more than anything.
Zoey would get what she wanted. She and Samuel would end up fucking twice before Austin was escorted into the room. He'd crawl between her legs and clean her. He'd ask to fuck her and be denied before being led out of the room so Zoey could be prepared for her punishment.
The night would stretch on for hours longer. Zoey would serve the entire time. She would go home utterly exhausted, though she would find the energy to make love to her husband just after midnight.
She would fall asleep and dream of serving Mistress Claire once more. It would be another two weeks before she would be called back to the mansion again.
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SDP
so glad you brought this story back!
