Young woman dressed as maid, uniform, duster

Cleaner Close – A Young Woman’s Accidental Journey into BDSM

Part 1: While cleaning her employers’ house, Josie stumbles across live-streaming kinky sex

Young woman dressed as maid, uniform, duster

Josie crunched up the gravel drive, big droplets of rain still dripped from the trees, so she hunched into her jacket and kept her hands in her pockets. The big house looked a little intimidating. The Gravesons liked everything modern, so the windows were large and black rectangles without nets or drapes to soften them. All except for the top floor where the plantation shutters were always closed.

She let herself in through a side door. It led straight to the boot room, where she hung her coat and kicked off her Uggs. A coat hook held a zipped garment bag which contained her uniform, and a fabric dust bag for her shoes — the ridiculously high heels she was supposed to wear to clean the house.

Josie had never met either of the Gravesons. She’d been recruited by an agency and, once hired, given the requisite keys and sent a uniform of black dress and frilled apron with 4″ heels she should wear to carry out her duties. It always seemed rather foolish, but she supposed that they enjoyed an ‘upstairs downstairs’ kind of life and wanted everything to fit the image.

She wriggled out of her comfortable clothes and slipped the dress over her head. Its soft fabric clung to her slender frame and flared out at the skirt — it wasn’t a cheap fancy-dress french maid outfit, although its sweetheart neckline and the short skirt made it sexy.

Josie pulled on black hold-up stockings — the shoes would rub if she wore them without, then she tied the apron at her back. A glimpse in the mirror, as she put her hair in a bun, told Josie she looked neat and efficient.

She started work in the kitchen, loading plates and glasses into the dishwasher then set about cleaning the work surfaces — everything was modern and minimal. No clutter — just a complicated-looking coffee machine. The wine fridge was stocked with Champagne and the fridge held only luxury items like caviar and sushi. She assumed the Gravesons ordered in, or ate out.

Josie hummed to herself as she dusted and polished surfaces. She was used to being alone in the silent house while the Gravesons were at work. She wondered why they needed cleaning mid-week as the house often looked untouched. Weekends were a bit wilder, then they entertained.

On Mondays she was met by hordes of dirty glasses and plates, with guest beds needing to be stripped and re-made. Every bathroom required a deep clean, and Josie frowned over sophisticated people behaving like toddlers in the wetrooms of this grand house.

Josie climbed the stairs, thighs swishing as the silky stocking fabric rubbed. The vacuum cleaner and cleaning supplies were stored on this floor. As she bent to retrieve them, cool air on her buttocks reminded her the outfit gave minimal coverage. She shouldn’t have worn a lacy thong. She teetered around with the stick vacuum cleaner, very useful for dusting high places.

Just as she was about to strip the master bed, the doorbell rang. She set off down the stairs, a treacherous task in her four inch heels. When she opened the door, a leering delivery guy held a large bunch of dark roses. He checked the address before handing over the flowers, Josie suspected his tactic was to ogle her long legs and cleavage. The cheek of him!

She marched to the kitchen for a vase, her wiggling hips made the skirt swing and skim round her bottom

Returning upstairs, Josie stripped and re-made the master bed and cleaned three bathrooms. Opening the door to a guest room she startled and stopped. The television was on in this room, which was unusual.

The sound was muted, and Josie peered at the screen not recognising the programme. It must be a porn channel as a female was on her knees with head bowed and her hands tied behind her back. Behind them stood someone clad in all black.It was one piece, from head to foot, made of shiny fabric — latex or pvc. Josie was transfixed. She watched as the latex-clad person punished the kneeling woman with something that looked like a hair brush without bristles.

Following each blow to her bottom, the kneeling person didn’t cry out, instead she counted. When her punishment reached 20 blows she spoke clearly:

“Thank you Master.”

The paddle was held for her to kiss

Swallowing her initial shock — she didn’t watch much porn, but had read a few erotic stories – Josie was incredibly turned on, lust gathered as wet heat between her legs. She perched on the edge of the unmade bed, staring in wonder as the fetish ‘Master’ went to a wall rack to select something. His choice was small and black with a narrow point, the item flared wider before reducing in girth with a ‘foot’ at its other end. Master pumped a clear substance over the tip of the little silicone item.

“Should your punishment continue?”

“Please Master, punish me as you see fit. This slave exists to give you pleasure.”

This exchange gave Josie an unexpected twist of desire. How darkly exciting to give full control to someone else. Her tongue flicked out to moisten her lips, but she was unable to take her eyes off the on-screen action.

Master stood behind the slave and slapped her inner thighs, indicating she should part them. She complied, keeping her head bowed. Master pressed the little black device against the slave’s puckered arsehole, and with a little resistance it slipped in.

“Thank you Master,” came her obedient response.

Master selected a gag — a strap with a ball set into it. When fastened, the ball held her mouth open. The woman could no longer speak (to thank her punisher or to cry for mercy) so Master placed the lube in her hand with instructions to drop it if she wanted things to stop.

This whole process made Josie feel a tickle of fear for the slave girl, but she also experienced desire. Her pussy had become heated and wet, tempting her to stroke herself, but she was at work so wouldn’t that be inappropriate ?

Josie was flustered. Her heart was beating fast, her nipples pebbled hard and the tops of her thighs were sticky with her juices. In an attempt to carry on with her duties she stood, on shaky legs (this time the shoes weren’t to blame!) As she pulled at the bottom sheet she noticed several dried stains and a waterproof layer beneath it. Webbing straps were fixed at each corner of the frame.

Her imagination raced — somebody had recently been tied to this bed and forced to squirt

With this visual, Josie turned back to the television screen, where the slave was now wearing nipple clamps. Master was making smacks and swipes at her full trapped breasts with a whip which had several tails of leather. The slave endured every sharp blow followed by some long, teasing strokes, appearing to squirm with delight.

The little black plug nestled snugly in her anus. The more aroused the slave became, the clearer Josie could see her labia, pink and swollen without a hint of pubic hair.

Master selected another butt plug, seemingly the next size up, adding more lubricant to its tip. Unceremoniously he extracted the first plug, which had stretched the slave’s orifice, to nudge and push its replacement into place.

Master selected a vibrator. Josie recognised that, she had a rabbit at home

The curved black gadget buzzed to life at the flick of a switch. Master trailed it sensuously around the slave’s breasts. She moaned around her gag, her body strained towards the vibrator. It was trailed up her arm towards the sensitive spot beside her ear, then down the length of her spine. Master traced her buttocks, following her curves and crevices. His slave bucked wildly when the vibe buzzed over the anal plug. Finally Master ploughed it into the slave’s eager wet pussy and commenced easing it in and out.

Josie groaned with frustration

It was so tantalising to watch. Without thinking she’d parted her legs and stroked her own slit. It was no surprise she was hot and oozing lust juices. Her pussy lips had swollen so the lace of her thong was lost. Pulling that aside, Josie plunged a finger into her wet folds, beginning to rock her hips, as clenches within her cunt walls spread the pleasurable waves throughout.

As the lacy fabric chafed her anus, Josie wondered curiously if it felt good to take something in both holes. She had never tried, it sounded kind of dirty, but she was so horny right now, the idea appealed. Removing her thrusting fingers from her pussy she dipped one from her other hand coating it with her slick. Reaching that hand behind hereself, she made delicate, teasing touches at her puckered entrance. Did she dare? She slid her original two fingers inside her pussy, curling to stroke the ridges of her G-spot.

It was a struggle to reach, her palm was pressed up tight to her pussy and rubbing her clit

Things felt ten times more sexy, so Josie amped up the volume. Pressing her finger against her anal whorl, it slid easily inside. Only moving it in tiny pumps, the sensations made her exhilarated. She could hardly breathe, her body was so excited. Her stomach muscles tensed and she began to thrust with her hips — it was primal, instinctive.

Her nipples chafed against her bra. If only she had free hands to deal with them, but plunging greedy digits in and out of her cunt, and gently fingering her arsehole must suffice. Her hips jerked, pumping erratically, as juices ran down her fingers and coated her hand.

Josie’s breathing became ragged when starbursts of sensation exploded throughout her body. Her cunt clenched and throbbed. She expelled a moan of delight. Josie could feel her sphincter pulsing, while her pussy undulated like it could turn inside out. When she climaxed it was a head-exploding, writhing rush. Josie’s knees buckled so she collapsed on the bed, hands still buried between her legs.

Josie was just coming back to her senses after her intense orgasm, her pulse settling, when she became aware of a presence in the room. She looked up, and to her confusion — it was someone she recognised from the porn she’d been watching.

Dressed in the menacing shiny suit, Master stood in the doorway, watching.

To be continued …

6 thoughts on “Cleaner Close – A Young Woman’s Accidental Journey into BDSM”

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  3. What a twist! I look forward to continuing this exciting story. And by the way, even at the beginning of the story it seemed to me that her clothes were chosen for a reason.

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