The Maid · Part 1

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The Maid by Gagged20 I have always had an interest in bondage. Since in was in my teens, the sight of a beautiful girl all tied up and helpless turned me on. Unfortunately for me, all of my girlfriends didn't exactly feel the same way. Everytime I would try to bring up the idea, they always seemed to run. I endulged in selfbondage once in a while, but that just didn't do it. I needed interaction with another person. It seemed last week my luck changed. I have to say I got incredibly lucky. I never play the lotto, but for some reason it just seemed right. I picked the numbers at my local convenient store.

Thinking nothing of them, I went home and tossed the ticket on the dresser underneath some change. I went through my daily activites for a few days, and then one day at work I overheard my co-workers saying that someone had bought the winning lotto ticket at the Quickie Mart down the road. Curious, I checked my ticket from a few nights ago against the winning numbers. To my amazement, i had the winning numbers. I won. I won a lot. 2.3 million dollars to be exact. Since I won so much money, I decided to have a little fun. First off, I went out, and quit my job. Dead end job, not a good time, so that was the end of that. Now it was time to think.

I invested half, to ensure my happy living for the rest of my years. Now if only i had someone to share my wealth and happiness with. I started dating more, but was still having no luck. I decided to go out and spend a little cash. On my way to the mall, I passed an amazing looking house that happened to be for sale. My house wasn't bad by any means. Simple, 3 bedroom house in a nice suburb. It fit me well. However now that I had a little money, I wanted something more. I called the realitor, and made an appointment that day to look at the house. The house was set on a few acres of land on the outskirts of town. Tall, and expansive, I could only imagine the price tag.

The realitor took me for a tour. 2 floors to the house. You stepped in the front door to an expansive entry way. Tall pillars, with a beautiful glass staircase assending to the second floor. Marble floor and wood accents everywhere. We walked around a little bit. Massive library, kitchen, dining room, bathroom, living room, and servants quarters on the first floor. The second floor included the master bedroom and bathroom, 3 guest rooms, a 3rd bathroom, and a pool with a beautiful view of the city, as well as a huge skylight. The house was fenced in fully, with a nice tall brick fence. Rod iron gates and camera's insured security and privacy.

The house also had a huge 6 car garage, which suited my interest in cars nicely. The price was $500,000. I couldn't help it, so i put in a bid. A week later, the realitor calls, and tells me all I need to do was fill the paperwork out. I couldn't believe it. A month ago I was an average person living an average life in an average house. Now I was a millionaire, and was living in a house worth half a mil. I moved all my things in the following week, and decided to walk around the house more and see what the previous owners had left behind. Simple stuff, like furniture, and a few nick-nacks were strewn about, nothing too spectacular. Then I got to thinking. What if there was a secret passage?

I enjoy watching that show on the History Channel about big houses and the secrets they hold. I went for a walk around the house again, pushing and pulling things at random to see what there was to be found. My search came up empty. I was kind of disappointed. I went into the huge study to relax and look at some of the books and things. I noticed they had a book of poetry from 21st century poets. I pulled it out and sat down behind the desk to read. When I sat, I crossesd my legs, and in the process kicked the underside of the desk by mistake. The bookshelf swung open. I couldnt believe what I had stumbled on. It turns out I kicked a hidden button.

I went to the bookshelf, and pushed it open.. There was a stone spiral staircase that was illuminated with lights built into the wall. I walked down it, and at the bottom was a thick steel door. The door had a huge lock built in, and the key was in it. I turned it and opened the door. I couldnt believe what I saw. It was a dungeon! I walked in, and pulled the door closed behind me. To my left was 3 cells. Each had its own toilet, sink, and steel cot that was bolted to the floor. Recessed lighting, and no walls. There were bars seperating the cells, and bars for doors. It seemed designed for the captives to have absolutely no privacy. I noticed also camera's in each of the cells.

I told myself I'd have to find where the monitors were. At the end of the row of 3 cells, there was one more cell with an iron door, and all iron walls. Nice isolation chamber. Across from the cells, there was a huge room. Inside there were all kinds of fun devices. St. Andrews cross, 2 cages, a rack, and a bondage chair, not to mention various points on the wall to attach a person to. Also, there were pulleys in the ceiling to facilitate suspension. I decided to leave all this for now, as I had a very important appointment to attend to. I went upstairs and got myself ready for the interview that was coming at 2 that afternoon. Seeing as how it was about 1 now, I had a full hour.

When I put in the bid for the house, I also put an add in the paper. I needed a maid. There was no way that I was going to try to keep up a house that large myself, and I thought it would be nice to have someone cook for me and do my wash now that I had cash. I advertised looking for a college female, under 30. I also added as an incentive that there would be room and board provided, food, and a few bonuses, which could be negotiated at the interview. I was hoping to attract a cute younger female to have around the house. Also, I had a few kinky ideas, and I was hoping the "perks" would keep her with the job. Part 2 My interview arrived a little early, which is a good thing in my book.

She buzzed in at the front gate at 1:50, and I told her to drive up and park infront of the door. She drove a small little Pontiac Sunfire. She got out, and looked absolutely stunning. 5'5", shoulder length blonde hair, and had an incredible body. Good sized perky breasts, a nice tight ass, and shapely legs. She had a cute face, and knew how to dress. She had on a short black skirt, and a blouse that accentuated her neck and breasts. All together an impressive sight. She introduced herself to me as Diane, and was very polite in doing so. I escorted her to the library, and told her to make herself comfortable. I offered a drink. She wanted a water, so I told her I would be right back.

I went to the kitchen and thought about how she would make a great maid. I had a few suprises in store for her. Since I won all of that cash, I got myself a lawyer that I felt I could trust. I mildly told him of my "interests", and my intent to get my servant to in a way participate in them. He recommended against it, but I had him draw up a few contracts anyways. I went back to the library with the drinks, and sat down to talk to Diane. I started off by introducing myself, and told her my quick story of how I came into cash. I asked her a bit about her.

She replied, "I'm a sophomore at the local college, and need a little spending money and a place to live still." I asked her if she thought she'd be able to manage the house work and her school work. She answered, "Yes sir I do". It was odd being called sir, but i was beginning to like it. I placed the first contract on the desk infront of her, and she asked, "What's that?". I responded, " It's a simple contract stating that what is discussed here stays here. I have some interests that are personal, and do not need to be discussed past these walls. This simply states that it will stay here, and that if you break this confidence, I have the right to sue you for breach of contract.

I expect you to read it before signing, and if you sign to follow my request. If you can't agree to this, our interview is over, and I will escort you to your car." She looked confused at this, but read, and signed. I was happy that we had made it this far. Next I told her about her benefits. "Being my maid, you will have your own private room and bathroom. All of your food will be provided for you, and if you stay on with me for a full semester, at a minimum I will pay for your school books. If your work is satisfactory, I will pay some or all of your tuition for the semester as I see fit." Her eyes lit up with anticipation, but i could tell there was a little bit of caution in her eyes..

"Whats the catch?" she replied "There are a few," I replied. "First, you will be expected to keep the house clean, as well as prepare all my meals for me. Also, you will be expected to do the dishes, and wash. Second, you will have required study hours. You will be expected to be in your room or the library doing your homework, and nothing else during these hours. Just because you are my maid doesn't mean you can flunk out. Third, I have a few alternative interests that you would be expected to deal with.. As you can expect, a man of my age has an active interest in women. I happen to prefer mine a bit helpless.

Also you will be appointed with a French Maid outfit, that you will be expected to wear while you are working, if not less. I know these requirements are a bit odd, but with what i'd be providing and paying, I think it's justified. Finally you will be required to sign a contract saying you agree to these terms, and are willing to be bound by these terms for a trial period of 3 months. At the end of the 3 months, you will be given the option to quit, or stay on as my maid for a year. What do you think?" "That is quite a bit to take in." she said. " I can imagine. I want you to take a weekend and think about it.

Remeber that you are to keep this between us and only us, and I will take legal action if that is not followed." "I understand Sir," she said. Now I was going to push my luck. "Would you like to get a small taste of what things would kind of be like and take a tour of the grounds in the process?" She looked at me with a bit of trepidation, but finally nodded her head in consent. I pulled out yet another contract and explained it to her. "This contract says what is about to happen is fully consensual, and that you were not blackmailed or bribed into doing anything you wish not to. If you wish to continue, sign at the bottom." She did, and i pulled out some restraints.

Her eyes grew wide with anticipation. " Relax, you are in excellent hands. Please strip down to your panties Diane, and put your clothes neatly on the chair. Since you will be nude or barely clothed while employed by me, if you are not able to do so now, then I feel employment from me may not work out." She gave me a strange look, and started to strip. I hoped she wouldnt notice the erection I was starting to get looking at her beautiful body, and thinking about tying her up. Once she had stripped, I asked her to turn around, and place her hands behind her back. I tied her wrists snug with my rope, cinching the wrappings inbetween and knotting the rope out of reach.

She tested her bonds, and realized that she was helpless. I wanted to tie her breasts and put a nice crotch rope on her, but I didn't want to scare her away. Next, I bent down and locked a set of ankle hobbles on her. Her steps were limited to about a foot. I asked her if she was ok, and she replied "Yes Sir." I asked her if anything was too tight or uncomfortable, and she said no, so I continued. I spun her around to get a good look at the front of her. She had such beautiful eyes. I held up the next item, which was a 2 inch locking leather collar. I explained it a bit better to her. "Diane, you will be wearing this collar at all times in my house if you choose to work for me.

That means if you have guests over, it still does not come off. It will be locked on, and will show your servitude to me. Do you understand?" She replied "Yes Sir" and almost smiled. I asked if she had any questions at all and she did have a few. "How will I know that you or your guests won't take advantage of me while I'm tied up?" "I'm glad you asked. In your employment contract that you have yet to see, there is a line that states that you give consent to go with me to Europe your first week of employment. There is a company over there that makes top of the line chastity belts, that are designed to be worn indefinitely.

They allow for body functions, but do not allow for penetration of any kind. You will be expected to wear it at all times when not in your room. I will have a key and you will have a key, and that’s it. There is also a second line stating that you have a right to an attorney if there is any foul play. Everything is taped in this house, every room has camera's, so I’d encourage you to not make a false report." She smiled and nodded, and then I pulled the final piece of restraint out for the tour. It was a nice muzzle ballgag that I found in the dungeon.

It had a thick leather pad over the mouth, and straps that went around the head, over the face, and under the chin to fully silence the captive. When she saw this she gasped, and said " I don’t want to wear that". I said " You signed the contract, which gives me the right to restrain you as I please. I'm going to gag you, and that’s all there is to it. Get used to it if you wish to work for me, because I find a gagged girl extremely sexy. Now open up" Defeated, she opened up, and I strapped the gag on nice and snug. Since she gave me a hard time, I locked it on to add to her feeling of helplessness.

I bent over, picked her leash up off the floor, snapped it on her collar, and started her tour of the house. Part 3 I couldn’t believe that I had such an incredible looking girl walking behind me on a leash, completely bound and gagged. I hoped she’d take the job more than anything. We started on the first floor, and I showed her the kitchen, dining room, and the servants quarters where she would be staying. I think I saw a smile behind the gag when she realized how nice her room and bathroom were. I think she failed to notice the various eyehooks that I took the liberty to install the day before. Next we went upstairs, which took a little bit of time due to her hobble chain.

I showed her the master bedroom, and the guest bedrooms. Then I took her down to the pool area. I saw her eyes light up at the beauty of the pool. I hoped that this would also help influence her decision to work for me. I explained to her that she would also be able to use the pool during her off hours, and that I was considering adding a hot tub as well. We turned back, and I led her back downstairs to the study. I unlocked and took off her gag, and asked her what she thought of my offer. “I think I could probably deal with it. The restraints don’t bother me that much, although it will take some getting used to.

And I can't really pass up having my books paid for plus having free food and a room.” That was it, I think I had her. I told her a bit more about her employment. “Sometimes you will be free and have days off to do with as you please. At other times, I may just keep you tied up in front of me while I do some work or watch tv, simply for my enjoyment.” “Good work will be rewarded, however misdeeds will result in punishment. It won’t be harsh, but it will be just. Mistakes are allowed, but ignorance will not be tolerated.” “Would you like to see one more part of the house that I didn’t show you?” “What part is that?” she replied.

“We went to all the rooms on both floors.” “It seems that the owners of the house before me had similar interests in bondage. There is a hidden dungeon in the house. You will not be expected to take care of that part of the house, and you will not know the location of it. But if you do require punishment, you will be brought there for it.” Diane took a minute to think about it. The interview started at 2, and it was now almost 4. She had spent about an hour of that time bound and gagged on the tour. After a moment or two she nodded in agreement that she wished to see it.

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