It’s almost nine o’clock at night.

I sat down in front of the vanity. I’ve already taken my second shower; I still feel dirty, disgusted, ashamed. I don’t even want to remember what happened. What was I thinking, letting that woman humiliate me? Son of a bitch!

On my face, on my mouth, and that disgusting kiss at the end. I didn’t even dare to look in the mirror while I was fixing my hair. I adjusted my robe, but left it untied. 

I mustered up enough courage and looked at myself in the mirror. I wanted to be prettier, taller, thinner. But I never saw myself as a slut. I didn’t know I could be as depraved as Spencer.

The worst part is that I liked it; at that moment, it turned me on incredible. It was the craziest thing, especially with that disgusting kiss at the end. There’s nothing better than kissing a woman, even one like Spencer.

I’ve always wanted bigger breasts, but today, I don’t know; they seem perfect. I don’t really like touching myself. I think it’s weird, even ridiculous, but now, looking at them, they look so delicious. It feels good to feel like a hottie.

“Oh, that feels so good!”

It feels good to call myself a “hottie.” Especially when I’m alone, in front of the mirror. I wonder if she liked it? I wonder if Spencer liked what I did to her?

It’s funny talking to myself; I sound crazy, I know. I picked up the jar and started spreading the cream all over my face, neck, and breasts. I finished by caressing my nipples with my fingertips.

“Mmmm!”

It feels good to feel my nipples hardening. A pleasant sensation, as if I were in control of my own body. The memories come flooding back: in the hallway, then serving tea, and ending up on my knees kissing MiLady’s pussy. I put more lotion on my hands and spread it over my breasts, stomach, and thighs.

It feels so good to touch myself and remember those naughty scenes.

“You snob, you wanted to humiliate me, didn’t you? Am I nothing to you, Spencer? Just another one for you to use and then forget. Answer me, you bitch!”

The mirror doesn’t answer; it just reflects how much of an idiot I am. I pour more scented lotion into my hands and spread it over my legs and feet. I saved my crotch for last. Always save the best for last. The kind of thing that makes your heart race, a shiver run down your spine.

“Hmmm!”

I remembered her cuming. I couldn’t get it out of my head. I made a woman moan and come. After all, I’m not that incompetent. It was good. It could have been with someone more romantic, more sensitive, but it ended up being with that pretentious doll of a my lady.

“You want to have sex with me, Spencer? You’re a piece of shit! You fucking bitch! Aaahh!”

I closed my eyes, savoring my audacity. My sticky fingers teasing my body. My vulva and clit.

“Mmmm!”

My vivid imagination made me relive what had happened earlier, with a few touches of even more depraved naughtiness.

“Aaahh! You pervert! Did you really have to stick your fingers in my pussy? And your panties in my mouth?”

“Mmmm!”

“At least I spit in your tea. Haha! Nice, really nice. That’s what you deserved for treating me like a slave.”

I catch myself talking to the mirror, as if someone else were talking to me. Just thinking about what happened with Spencer makes my pussy wet. That naughty girl, who would’ve thought that respectable lady is actually a pervert of the worst kind?

“Aaaahh! Hmmm! Spencer!”

I can’t get that woman out of my head. Much less my fingers out of my pussy. Damn it!

“You see, Spencer? It’s your fault, bitch. You’re teasing me with that look. Look at my fingers, see how I touch myself. Do you like that, Spencer?”

A high-pitched sound, more than just annoying, brought me back to reality. It was the damn intercom ringing loudly.

“Shit!”

I got up and picked up the receiver. I took a deep breath.

“Hello!”

A sleepy, almost inaudible voice grated on my ears. 

“Bring me my vitamins. I think you forgot, didn’t you?”

“No, ma’am, I didn’t forget. I was just on my way to your room.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m sorry.”

I hung up and cursed myself.

“Damn it! Why did I apologize?”

I tightened the belt on my robe, tied it in a tight knot, and headed to the kitchen.

***

I knocked twice on the door.

“Come in!”

“Excuse me.”

Only the lamp was on, which gave the room an austere atmosphere. She was in bed, leaning against the headboard with her legs stretched out, reading on her tablet. Her glasses were perched on the tip of her nose, and she was wearing a short lilac robe that left her bare legs exposed. I approached her with the tray in my hands.

“Madam.”

I handed her the glass of water and then the pills. She remained absorbed in what she was reading on the device she held across her body. The silence was heavy. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion, and she swallowed the pills, one by one. I know, she was doing it to annoy me with how slowly she was taking them.

When she was done, she put the glass back on the tray and stared at me. She even pushed her glasses further down the bridge of her nose and flashed a sarcastic smile.

“Thank you.”

“Anything else, Lady Spencer?”

She said nothing.

“Excuse me.”

I turned and headed toward the bedroom door. As I reached for the doorknob, she called out to me.

“Ana.”

I turned around, and she spoke without looking at me. Her feet were crossed, one of them dangling in the air, her toenails painted red.

“Madam.”

Spencer took off her glasses and laughed. I walked toward her and stopped beside the bed, still holding the tray.

Do you think I was immoral this afternoon?

That caught me off guard. What a strange way to put it.

“No, I don’t think so, madam.”

She was reveling in my discomfort. I felt my hands shake. I gripped the tray tightly so she wouldn’t notice. My instinct was to get out of there as fast as possible.

“Has no one ever done this to you?”

I took a deep breath, wanting to tell her to go fuck herself. But reason, and my bank account, made me more polite.

“Never.”

“Did you like our kiss? The drops, the perfume?”

“Milady, please!”

“I know, you have every right to get revenge. Do you want to punish me?”

“Punish! Punish you how, madam?”

She reached out and touched my leg. I felt her nails scratch my skin. Her hand caressed my thigh. I began to tremble with shame. We stared intently at each other as Milady’s hand moved up my leg until it touched me.

“No panties? Is that how you dress when you come to my room?”

I bit my lip in fear, her hand caressing my pubic hair, her fingers touching me without permission. She stroked my labia with rhythmic movements of her fingers, caressing my clit.

“Milady! Please!”

“So perfect, Ana. So… beautiful. How old are you?”

“Twenty, ma’am.”

She sank her bony fingers between my lips and explored me even more deeply. I was sweating with terror, and that damn tray wouldn’t stop shaking.

“This wetness here, this heat. Were you thinking of us back in your room?”

“Mmmm! Milady, please!”

“Call me Spencer. You want to humiliate me, don’t you? Go ahead, don’t hold back. It’s your right to take revenge on your boss.”

Her fingers massaged me skillfully; my boss knew how to please a woman. She made me horny and wet, wetter and wetter. It was unbearable. I was still angry at that arrogant old woman, but there was no denying that she was driving me crazy with desire with her caresses on my pussy. Especially with that husky, calm voice, as if she were sipping a cup of tea while masturbating her maid.

I threw all my composure to the wind. I stared at Spencer, my breathing growing ragged, my face flushing red.

“You’re going to humiliate me again, aren’t you?”

“If you want me to? But it’s your right to punish me. Do you want to, Ana? I’ll let you get your revenge for what I did to you earlier today.”

Spencer’s eyes sparkled, and a new, sadistic smile spread across her face. I undid the knot on my robe and spread my legs. Spencer’s mouth fell open, as if she’d been caught off guard. She could see my vulva contracting around her fingers. I heard a little chuckle, and she sank her hand even deeper into my cunt.

“Aaah!”

“Do you want to humiliate me?”

“I do. But how?”

“In the dresser behind you, in the second drawer, there’s a box. Bring it over here and put it on the bed.”

I set the tray on the dressing table and did as she asked. I found the box. It was huge, yellowish, with golden symbols that looked like letters.

“Open it.”

I obeyed. That woman never ceased to amaze me. I found a collection of the most varied items. Spencer was a collector of all kinds of sex toys. Madame’s kinks went far beyond anything I could have imagined. There was everything, in all shapes and sizes.

“Start with this one.”

She picked up a small whip, made of braided black leather, with stiffer tips and a silver handle. I laughed, biting my lip and imagining what I’d do to her. She certainly deserved it.

I don’t know what she thought I was thinking, but we laughed together. A strange complicity was beginning to emerge between us.

Spencer slid across the bed until she was facing away from me, like a little puppy. She lifted her robe herself, letting me see her bare ass. She wasn’t wearing panties either.

Spencer ran her hands over her white skin. She let me see her vulva, the outline of her labia, and showed me the opening of her anus.

I remembered her masturbating in the bedroom, with her back to me. I knelt behind her and began to caress her vagina until my fingers intertwined with Madame’s.

“I don’t want affection, got it? You have to hurt me. I deserve to be punished; I’m a bad girl.”

I smiled, tasting blood in my mouth. She certainly deserved to be whipped.

“Yes.”

I replied, then stood up, brandishing the whip in the air. Then I let it glide across the silky skin of the affected Englishwoman and began to count.

“One!”

“Aaaah!”

“Two!”

“Aaann!”

The whip lashed the bare skin of that pretentious slut.

“Harder, girl!”

That infuriated me even more, and I started yelling at her as if I were the mistress of the house.

“So count, Spencer! Damn it, do what I tell you!”

“Three… four! Aaah, five! Mmmm!”

“Louder, I want to hear you.”

“Six! Aaahh! Aiiii!”

The whip cut through the air again and, with a sharp crack, struck that snobby bitch in your ass. I was starting to get tired. There were red marks on my mistress’s soft skin. Even so, I couldn’t pass up the chance to punish that annoying woman.

I grabbed Spencer by the hair, yanked her hard, and forced her to tilt her neck back toward me. I was having a blast.

“You crazy woman, you’re nothing but a whore, Spencer.”

“Yes, yes!”

My anger was making me lose my mind, but even so, I kept punishing the richest woman in the county.

“Keep going! I didn’t tell you to stop.”

I gave her another lash, and she started counting again.

“Seven! Gosh, ooh! Eight!”

I ran my hand over her pussy, feeling the honey dripping from there. I explored her most intimate parts, continuing until I reached her asshole.

Even though she was hurt, the slut was turned on. Desire was taking over her body.

“Do you want more, Spencer?”

“Yes, yes! Please, please!”

I was about to deliver another lash when I noticed her pussy contracting.

“What’s this, Spencer? Did you come without my permission?”

A few drops trickled out of her vagina, falling onto the bed.

“Who told you to cum? Answer me!”

“I’m sorry, please! I already told you I’m a bad girl, Ana. Punish me, I deserve it.”

Her scream wasn’t one of pain. I could tell she was overacting. Lady Spencer wasn’t a good actress, but even so, the sight of your body combined with moans made my arousal grow even more. My breasts were swelling, my pussy was sweaty.

She looked at me, turning her head, with a gleam in her eyes. Then she crawled back across the bed until she was in front of me. We were both kneeling on the bed. She bit her lip and leaned back, tucking her legs under her back until her head rested on the bed. I don’t know how she managed to get into that position. Her thighs rose, and she let me admire your vagina.

Her hand slid down her thigh until her fingertips touched the pubic hair on her vulva. Then they moved downward, parting her labia before my eyes. Your labia were slightly darker. I could see the pink interior, her little openings spreading open for me.

Without a shred of shame, she masturbated for me.

“Slut!”

She laughed proudly at my insult.

“It’s your fault, Ana. But I want more. Come fuck me with my toys.”

She arched her hips, revealing her pointed clit. The tip of a finger caressing the little cherry of a distinguished English lady.

“Pick one and fuck me, girl. Fuck me hard.”

I rummaged through the box, looking for something new. I found another whip. A long, thin one made of black leather, with a flat, heart-shaped tip. She let out a nervous laugh when she saw me holding it. It was definitely going to hurt. Her pussy glistened, her pubic hair standing on end. I spread her legs and knelt between them.

I tapped the tip of the new whip against her mound with its bristling hair. It was hard as a rock. Spencer’s whole body trembled. She closed her legs reflexively.

“Ouch!”

“I didn’t tell you to close them, Spencer! Go, show me.”

The whip cut through the air with all my rage and struck Milady’s labia.

“Ooooh! "Aaaaahh."

“Count, Spencer! Three!”

“Four! Aaahh! Five! My little Ana, please!”

“Six! I’m not your little Ana! You’re my slave now. Spread your legs, you arrogant bitch!”

“Seven! Fuck you! Fuck you!”

She started screaming profanities, but I kept the whip cracking against her bare vulva. Her legs were trembling, and her body was shaking. A sticky thread was dripping from her womb. It made my mouth water. I couldn’t resist the urge and bent down, licking the silky lips of that pussy. I tasted her juicy cherry, the sweet flavor of a ripe cunt.

“Mmmm!”

I reveled in her orgasm, planting a deep kiss on her slit. Spencer grabbed me by the hair and rubbed herself against my face—exactly what she’d done in the reading room. My tongue plunged even deeper into that obscene cavern, while she moaned with eager desire.

I seized the opportunity to caress her soft skin and then slapped her hard. 

“Ouch! No! No, Ana!”

That whimpering voice was driving me crazy; I wanted to see Spencer suffer, I wanted to humiliate that bitch.

I shoved my fingers into her pussy. At the same time, I scratched her thigh with my fingernails. Spencer was practically climbing the walls. I laughed and fucked her the way she deserved. Shoving my fingers deeper into her womb. Spencer was soaking the bed with her arousal.

Little by little, she lifted her legs until her thighs rested on her breasts.

“What do you want to show me, Spencer? Your ass?”

“Maybe.”

“Your little ass?”

“What if it is?”

We both laughed like lovers. She kept her legs bent, showing me her secrets. I bit my lip with desire and moved closer, pressing myself firmly against her body. 

There was the scent of a woman in heat. I slowly slid my finger in and watched Spencer’s reactions. She began to moan softly as I caressed her small, wrinkled ring.

I licked the tip of my finger to lubricate it. She tensed up, waiting to see what I would do.

I pushed the tip of my finger into her anus. The tip went in, she sighed, and I slid my whole finger inside Spencer. Then I scraped the inside of her.

“Ooohh! Mmmm!”

“It feels good, doesn’t it? A finger in your ass. I like it, too.”

“I don’t want just one finger. I want more, much more!”

That annoying woman was bossing me around again. Spencer wanted to be mistreated by the maid. Fine! I took another look in the box and found something that would serve her obscene purposes. It was dark blue, wider, with a tip that looked like the flattened head of a penis.

“Not today. I want the balls, the black ones.”

Even more perverted. Who would’ve thought?

“These?”

“Yes! Put them all in.”

The woman was crazy; they were Thai balls, in different sizes.

“Won’t that hurt you, Spencer?”

“I deserve it, don’t I?”

She was still tense. Her hair was a mess, her face contorted, and her forehead sweaty. Milady’s little feet were still dangling in the air. I could see the marks from my whip on her ass.

Spencer was completely exposed. I started with the smallest of the balls, but first I needed to prepare her ass. 

“Where’s the lube?”

“In the box, at the bottom.”

I found it and lubricated both the ball and Madame’s ring. I squeezed the tube and injected the lube into her ass. She grunted, biting her lip, her hands spread wide to stretch her anus.

I inserted the first one, and she grimaced, opening her mouth. The second ball was a little bigger. I looked at Spencer, making a cynical face; she laughed, biting her lower lip. The bond between us was growing stronger. Her short moans broke the silence.

“Aah! Ana, Ana!”

Her pussy glistened even more, a sign that the balls were making Spencer even hotter. I pushed the ball in, and her ass opened up, swallowing the entire circumference.

“Aaaah!”

She moaned in pleasure, but it still wasn’t enough for her.

“More, more, Ana.”

I fucked Spencer with the third and fourth balls, each one bigger than the last. She held her hips with her hands flat, her breathing rapid, her ass taking in the balls I was shoving inside.

Madame’s pussy opened up for me. I decided to masturbate her by massaging her clit with my fingertips.

“Huuufff!”

Spencer bit her lips, torn between pleasure and pain, and I forced the fifth and then the sixth ball into her ass. 

She moaned like a wounded animal, but her pussy got even wetter and hotter, really hot. She craned her neck, and I asked,

“One more?”

She nodded. It was the last of the balls, the biggest of them all, a shiny black one. I could see the eagerness in her eyes, the desire to be deflowered by me. 

I just didn’t think she’d be able to take it, but I pushed anyway, and Madame’s ass opened up and swallowed the huge ball.

“Ooooh! Oooo! Aaa! Big! So big, so big!”

I’d never been so naughty; I was enchanted by the affectation of this Englishwoman.

“You did it, Spencer.”

She was sweating on her forehead, and I leaned down and kissed her pussy lips. The kind of kiss every woman loves. A wet kiss, sucking up her juices.

While the Thai balls filled MiLady’s ass.

The orgasms came in rapid succession. Short spurts from a woman at the height of pleasure. I ended up drinking my lady’s nectar. I liked it—much more this time. 

But the best part was turning Spencer into a street slut, a prostitute like any other. That’s priceless.

I felt avenged and even more turned on. My cunt was burning between my thighs. I touched myself in front of her. She was screaming and begging.

“Take it out, take it out! Aaah!”

“Take it off? What if I don’t want to? I don’t know if you deserve it. It wasn’t enough for what you did to me earlier.”

"Please, please, Ana, do it, take it off."

But she didn’t even have time to react. Her cunt opened up, and she squirted onto the bed.

"Please, Ana. Don’t do this to me."

I really am an idiot; after everything, after all that humiliation, I ended up feeling sorry for her suffering.

But I did it slowly. The ring gradually opened, and a black “egg” began to appear as it stretched her anus.

“Aaah! Aaah!”

It kept coming out, coming out, and then the opening closed suddenly. The first ball was left sticking out.

“Good girl, very good, Spencer."

She clenched the sheet with his hands. I held her bent legs. Her eyes closed.

“Wow! Pull, pull!”

She gritted her teeth. I was enjoying pulling them out even more. It was lewd, immoral, indecent, but it was incredible to see what a couple of balls in the ass can do to a woman.

I did it again, and he came once more. A squirt soaked my fingers and his pubic hair. I pulled out the third ball, but stopped and let Spencer pass a piece of his obscene toy. 

“Wow! Holy shit!”

I had fun with his scared reaction.

“There are still four left, honey.”

“Then pull it out, please, pull it out!”

“Okay, but I’ll pull out part of it, and you spit out the rest.”

She let out a nervous laugh.

“You’re so mean, Ana.”

“Isn’t that what you wanted? To be punished, my love?”

“Then punish me, punish me.”

I caressed her pussy with my thumb and slowly pulled it out halfway. With her ass bulging, she strained and pushed the other half out.

“Aaahh! Mmmm!”

“Now for the next one, darling—just ‘shit’ it out as you did with the others.”

Spencer started peeing again. A squirt from a woman in heat.

“Who would’ve thought such a refined woman would do things like this, huh, Spencer?”

“Stop it, Ana. Take the others out!”

“Don’t give me orders, Spencer—remember?”

I put on an angry face, and she flashed a smile of approval.

“Did you do this to your friend, Sandra?”

“None of your business, girl.”

I slapped Madame’s pussy.

“You little brat! Don’t talk to me like that—you hear me?”

I was enjoying mistreating the pedantic Englishwoman. Even so, I thought Spencer would curse at me and scream, but she was becoming more and more submissive, almost like a slave.

I pulled on her other ball while shoving my fingers inside her pussy. She belonged to me. Her open hands gripped her knees, my fingers penetrating her like a thick cock.

Spencer gave it her all with the second-to-last ball, but it slipped right out. There was only one left inside her.

“Wow! Oooh!”

I saved the best for last. Before I shot the last one, I penetrated Spencer with my hand and my fist. Her body glistened with sweat.

Now I was really fucking that annoying Englishwoman the way she deserved to be. But even so, that just made my mistress even hotter. I don’t know how it was possible, but that’s what I saw. She didn’t even notice when I pulled out the last ball.

“Oooh! Gosh!”

“Come, Spencer. Come, you slut!”

“Oh, my God! Aaahh! Aaahh!”

The slut squirted hard like a fountain, much more than before. She was still trembling and writhing as I bent down and drank the housewife’s orgasm. 

I bit and kissed MiLady’s soft flesh.

After a while, she lowered her hips, and I realized she wanted me to move away from her. Lady Spencer turned until her back was facing me. I kept caressing her hips and thighs.

The silence grew heavy again. Spencer gradually returned to her usual self, cold and distant, as if I weren’t even there.

“So now what?”

She didn’t answer; I thought maybe she’d caress me, or perhaps even hug me. Nothing! She sat on the bed and wrapped herself in her robe, put on her glasses, and then picked up her tablet.

I waited for at least a glance, but not even that! She acted like the usual idiot, as if I didn’t deserve even a minute of her attention. I walked away, getting dressed as I got out of bed.

I tied my robe and smoothed my hair. She was still reading, not even looking up. I picked up the tray and asked.

“Anything else, ma’am?”

“No, that’s all, thank you. You can go now.”

The only reason I didn’t curse at the woman was that I was more disappointed than angry. It was unbelievable that someone like that still existed in the world.

“Excuse me.”

I turned around and, just as I put my hand on the doorknob, that condescending, high-pitched voice made me stop and look at her.

“Ana! Bring me coffee in my room tomorrow.”

“Yes, madam.”

There was that exchange of glances; she adjusted her glasses, and I saw a mischievous smile on her face. I don’t even know if she really smiled. I went back to my room, feeling both enchanted and disappointed at the same time. 

I could barely sleep that night. I know I don’t need to tell you how my night alone in bed went.