If it Doesn’t Hurt it Isn’t Fun! Cleaner Close #2

If it Doesn’t Hurt it Isn’t Fun!

[I am paraphrasing Lady Gaga here]  

I left you on a cliffhanger with Cleaner Close #1 Josie (the maid)’s adventure into the shady world of BDSM. In Cleaner Close #2, “box fresh” Josie is initiated into D/s activities such as those she’s witnessed in the Discipline Zone.

Will she enjoy what she discovers, handing over control and free will?


Although the mask obscured the face except for the eyes, Josie was pretty sure she was in a lot of trouble – not only for neglecting her duties, but she’d been caught masturbating – her hands literally down her pants!  She did her best to gather her composure, straightening her skirt and wiping her hands surreptitiously on the bunched up bed-sheet, she tried to make an apology.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me!  I‘ve never done this before.
I was in here to make up the beds … but I got distracted by what was on the television.” Josie gestured towards the flat screen, where she could see the slave kneeling, still cuffed. A plug in her rear and a vibrator buzzing in her pussy, but apparently now she was alone.
Initially the person in the PVC suit stayed silent, surveying Josie like a commodity for sale.  Stepping closer, they lifted the edge of her flared skirt and studied her lovely legs in the black holdups, the white slice of flesh above them, the lacy black thong which barely covered her mound.  
The Master took her hand and indicated that she should stand, she did so but her legs felt as if they wouldn’t hold her.  She was turned to face away and she felt the Master trail the crop he was carrying from shoe heel to her buttocks, raising the edge of her skirt to view the curves of her arse. It was unnerving, but that too was tantalising, Josie enjoyed the scrutiny, although she was terrified that she would lose her job for behaving inappropriately.
Finally Josie was turned to face forward again and the Master spoke:
“So you think that you have been watching a porn channel?”  the voice was metallic and distorted.
Josie nodded, biting her lip.
“Did you like what you saw?”
The question surprised her, but honesty seemed the best policy.
“Yes I did.  I hadn’t realised I liked that sort of stuff – punishing and obedience – but I did.  It was exciting, dangerous …”
She trailed off, her nipples tightening as she thought about the lewd acts she’d seen and how wet and aroused she had become.
Master’s eyes seemed intense, the pupils dilated.
“Is it something you would like to try?”
Josie’s heart pounded, her pulse thundering in her ears. What was she letting herself in for?  She still gave a small nod.
“First lesson.  A slave must always speak clearly, in particular when asking their Master to punish them, and a slave must always be grateful for whatever they receive. An obedient slave with good manners is the best kind.  I will ask again, is it something you would like to try?”
“Yes please Master, I would like to be punished.”  Josie could never have imagined herself saying those words, but as she spoke them, the thrill was intense.
“Very well.  You are dressed very prettily, but we need one more thing.”  Master opened a drawer in the bureau, selecting a black leather collar and a lead. This was fastened round Josie’s throat and the lead attached.  Moving round behind her, her arms were coaxed back and straps placed round her wrists – handcuffs she supposed, like the other slave wore.  
As Master took the lead and walked ahead, a voice in her brain asked ‘what are you doing?’  But it was easy to ignore when a greater part of Josie was excited about the thrills to come!
Master led Josie to a staircase, rising to rooms on the floor above.  These weren’t in her remit to clean – so she’d never seen them.  This floor housed the rooms where the window shutters were kept closed.
“Walk ahead of me Slave – I want to savour your delicious legs in that short skirt.  Looking up your dress I’ll enjoy your bottom and thong, I’m horny thinking about it.”
Josie climbed the stairs, her spiked heels striking the wooden treads, her hips swaying.
“I’ve been watching you work around the house,” Master continued, “You look great in the uniform I chose.  I wedge the vacuum cleaner deep in the cupboard so that you must  bend over & struggle to reach it.  Those stolen glimpses of your pert rear in that short skirt arouse me.  I see everything – I have cameras in all the rooms – and a live feed from the Discipline Zone, as you discovered this morning.”
Josie struggled to process this information.  She had never truly been alone in the house, there had been eyes on her at all times!  When she knelt on the floor to scrub or reached high to dust pictures. When she had been pleasuring herself today.  Everything had been watched (and probably recorded). It was becoming evident that the Gravesons were rather deviant!  It explained the need for the waterproof mattress covers and the restraints on the guest bed she’d discovered!  Her mind was racing. What went on at weekends? Also with anticipation as to what she’d find in the Discipline Zone.
Master pulled on her lead and Josie stopped by a door while he entered a code onto the keypad. The door swung open so they moved into an ultra modern space, all hard surfaces and bright lights.  Her high heels clicked on the floor as she was led, like a dog, into a room with racks of whips and spanking devices which hung from the wall.  She caught a glimpse of the slave she had been watching previously who was still kneeling obediently, looking down at the floor.  
Josie could see that the plug currently poking from her anus was larger than before and she glimpsed the glistening juices of arousal coating the slave’s pouting cunny lips. These appeared to be waxed smooth, her spanking earlier had made them engorged, the sight of which twisted desire deep in Josie’s core.
“Pay attention!” Master rebuked, pulling on her collar and switching her bottom with his crop.
“Yes Master,” Josie gulped, her bottom stinging from the swipe.
Next she felt the zip in her black dress lowering, the ties of her apron being loosened until she stood wearing her black bra & thong.
“Spread your legs,” came the command. Josie was efficiently attached by the ankles to a bar which held them a couple of feet apart.  Master had undone the wrist cuffs to remove her dress, but they were not replaced. Instead Josie was instructed to place her arms at her sides in order to be fastened into thigh to wrist restraints.  As the black leather straps were fixed around her thighs, her nipples tightened and something dark and yearning unfurl in her core. Josie knew that the Master could both see and smell her increasing pleasure. Her pussy was drenched again, the clear juices of her arousal oozing onto the white tops of her thighs.
“Open your mouth.” she was instructed.  Master moved in front of her and examined her teeth and tongue.  
“This will be my mouth to command now – you will suck cock when I say, you will lick pussy on command and you will enjoy it.”
“Yes Master,” it felt hot to be so controlled.
“Now – pay close attention,”  the Master moved towards the other slave, bending to remove the ball gag from her mouth.
“Thank you Master” came the other’s soft response.
“Did you cum Slave?” Master circled around to switch off the buzzing vibrator lodged in her cunt.
“No Master”
Josie could barely believe it, the amount of time she had been stimulated by the vibe alone.
“Would you like to cum?”
“If it would please you, Master,” her servile response struggled to disguise her desperation.
The Master unzipped a patch in the groin area of the PVC suit, proving to Josie that the Master was a man when his strong, firm cock sprang forward and stood proud. The purple head glistened with droplets of pre-cum.  Josie felt twinges of arousal at the sight, which turned to envy as the Master stood behind his other slave. Grasping her hips he ran his engorged penis back and forth along the juicy slit of her labia. The slick sound of his movements could be heard clearly.
“Pleeeease Master, I beg, fuck this unworthy slave.  I want to worship you with my cunt.  Please take pleasure from me any way you choose. Pleeeease Master …” the slave begged him tearfully.
She was silenced by a sudden, hard thrust of his hips.  He ploughed into her to the hilt, before withdrawing almost to the tip before he began pumping in and out in earnest. She sobbed as she came, which was almost instantly, but her Master kept thrusting.  One of his hands reached under her torso to slap and pull painfully at her breasts. Josie watched the nipples elongated by his pinching fingers, which caused an echoing ache in her own breasts. The darker flesh of her nipples tightened, accompanied by a feeling of heaviness which sent signals of lust down to her pussy.  Josie hadn’t known depravity excited her this way, but it surely did!
Master watched Josie over his shoulder even as he pumped and plundered his slave doggy style, with hips thrusting energetically. He enjoyed her reaction to his dominance.  
His submissive seemed to be cumming a second time, judging by the yelping and groaning.
“Do you want more you dirty girl?” Master growled, while his eyes bored into Josie. She was squirming for stimulation, which her tethered hands and feet would not allow.
“Yes Master, I want it all,” the slave replied. “Use me. My arse is ready for you Master, I’m your dirty girl.”
“Indeed slave, I’ve been stretching it all morning.  Does it burn?”
“A little Master.”
“Describe everything you’re feeling, our new slave needs to know what luck it is to be under my control.”  As he spoke, Master drew his penis out of the submissive’s hungry pussy.  Juices glistened on its veiny surface. Josie longed to rub herself some relief, but her hands were still firmly fastened at her sides.
“You will suck me clean after this,” he told Josie.
She licked her lips in anticipation.
Carefully he grasped the base of the butt plug to slowly ease it out of his still moaning sub. Still ‘lubed’ with pussy juice he eased himself slowly but firmly into her tight back entrance.
“O Master, it burns…. “  she groaned and panted, “but it feels good!  Fill me up master. Uuuunh  uuuunh uuuunh. ”  Her words became indistinct, grunts in time with her Master’s thrusts.  Not yet buried right to the hilt, he was thrusting part way in each time.
“I’m coming bitch, prepare to receive my seed!” Master withdrew almost all the way before slamming his cock into the submissive all the way the final time.
His roar of climax and the slave girl’s scream were simultaneous, then silence … except all three were breathing heavily.
Josie had never seen such a shockingly arousing performance, even without a stimulating touch she was building towards a climax.  She was imagining what it felt like to have such a lengthy and thick cock in her own back passage.  Definitely the stretch would burn and ache, but was it delicious too?  Had the slave cum from being plundered this way?
Master was standing in front of Josie, expecting her to lick and suck his penis clean.  It still stood, semi engorged. Josie realised she was eager to get her lips around it and (hopefully) suck him to another orgasm, but the spreader was still between her legs so she was not sure if she could sink to her knees unaided.
“Kneel and suck, Slave!” Master issued this command while taking her arms to press her down, preventing her from toppling over.  As her face neared his groin she smelt the mixed fluids of arousal and cum coating his member, but it made her more enthusiastic to comply.  He held her firm for a moment and used his member to slap her on both cheeks. She felt it leave a trail of goo, but she maintained eye contact and opened her mouth, conveying her submission with a look.
He slid it in. Her first taste of her Master was acrid and sharp, but she lapped at the helmet of his cock with her tongue, wrapping her lips around it. She laved his frenulum with massaging motions that she knew he would enjoy.  Covering her teeth with her lips she let her head sink onto his penis and began to travel up and down its length. Her cheeks hollowed from the suction she was applying.  Whilst she bobbed up and down on his member, sucking harder than a pussy ever can. She heard Master groan as he sunk his fingers into her hair, not to control her speed, but to press her to swallow him deeper.  His member was thick and long, but she opened her mouth wide and relaxed her throat , so soon she’d gone down on him much further than before.
Each time she withdrew and travelled up to the tip of him she looked deep into Master’s eyes and massaged the ridge of the frenula with the tip and the flat of her tongue.  Josie became aware that her Master was on the edge of climax so she maintained pace and pressure, despite her throat beginning to burn and her lips were starting to feel numb.  
Suddenly she was rewarded with his cum pumping into her mouth in time with the pulsing of his cock.
“Fuck!” he exclaimed.  “Take it all you dirty girl” he snarled, hips bucking.
Josie sucked and swallowed;  And kept swallowing until it was all gone, yet still she licked him, more gently now. Finally he took her chin in his hand.
“Enough slave.”
“Thank you Master” Josie raised her eyes to his and thought she detected a glint of satisfaction there.
“I wonder, Slave, how this – your  first training session – should end.”  Master pondered a while, both his submissives waiting patiently for his next command.  Josie’s heart-beat loudly in her head. Her arousal made her limbs feel heavy while her nipples and clit tingled with sensitivity.  She longed to have her desire satisfied, although her wishes would not be given the slightest consideration.
Master went to open a drawer, extracting a shiny latex pair of pants which had a round aperture at the front. He held them out for the other slave to step into and pulled them up to her hips.  He freed her arms from their cuffs . While he was turned away searching the cabinet once more, she shook her arms to restore circulation, making a sideways glance in Josie’s direction.  Master returned with a heavily-textured dildo which he attached, with a twisting motion, to the front aperture of the submissive’s black latex underwear.
At this point Josie realised that her fate was to be fucked by a naked female slave wearing a large dlido: girl on girl action for the Master’s entertainment. Josie could barely suppress her horny smile of delight.
This post is up-dated and shared for #MasturbationMonday week 251 where the prompt picture is a girl holding out a leather or latex mask


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17 thoughts on “If it Doesn’t Hurt it Isn’t Fun! Cleaner Close #2”

  1. I have read this before on another site…and it's still HOT!

    The detail of it is what makes it so good. Every moment captured perfectly for the reader.

    Again, you draw us in and hook us with your writing and make us feel like we're a part of the experience!

    1. Thank you ELB – It is a whole series, so you can indulge in more! Check out all the links on ‘Longer Series’ or every time it says ‘to be continued’ follow that link. Enjoy!

  2. Posy one would think that you have been involved in these things the way u manage to put it over so well! But like the discussion we had recently, we certainly do not need to have personal experience about the things we choose to write about x

  3. Vlad Lioncourt

    Beautifully written Posy! Your words paint the scenes, and the emotions of all the participants in rich colours. Josie had quite the introduction! I am looking forward to the rest of the story with great anticipation!

  4. Posy, a magnificent first training although I would have whipped her derrière till it reddened for her forbidden masturbation before continuing with the training. A slave must be punished for her wrongs first before any pleasure.

    1. Hi, thank you! I am planning to revisit this series very soon, with a few exclusive episodes I plan for it to become a book.

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