It was a good thing I had the weekend to prepare for my new job. Frank had provided the uniform, a toned-down version of the classic French maid dress. What I did not have was any of the specific lingerie to wear underneath he had insisted on. I did not even own a garter belt, so I purchased two that Sunday at a local high-end lingerie boutique on Union Square, along with new bras with panties to match.
I was now as ready as I could be to take on this new chapter of my life.
Waking up early on Monday morning, I was excited to start the day. I showered and shaved my legs, getting them silky smooth for my new stockings. While I had my razor, I also cleaned up the small landing strip I keep above my pussy. I'm not sure why I thought to do that, but in doing so, I started to get highly aroused again, realizing what I was embarking on today.
Stepping out of the shower, I dried myself and then applied my body lotion, taking more time than necessary on my breasts, especially over my now erect and sensitive nipples. A small moan escaped from my lips as I did so.
"Fuck, I thought to myself. I'd better stop this, or I'll be late for my first day on the job," I thought with a smile.
I fastened my new black lace garter belt around my waist. It was well made with six straps and metal clasps. Sliding the silky fifteen denier stockings up each leg gave me such a sensuous feeling, as I had never worn nylons of this quality before. Attaching them to each of the six clasps, I stood, feeling a wonderful tug of the stockings against the garter straps. Smiling, I spun in front of the mirror, taking in how I looked.
"Damn, I think I am really going to enjoy wearing these. I wish I would have tried a garter belt long before this," I thought wickedly.
Next, I slid my black satin and lace panties up into place before settling my breasts into the matching push-up bra. Twirling again, I admired my reflection with a smile.
"Looking good," I thought to myself.
I stepped into the dress, tugging the zipper up into place, and then slid my feet into my four-inch strappy pumps. Sitting at my vanity, I carefully applied my makeup and then pulled my fiery, red hair into a loose ponytail. Smiling at my reflection, I was now ready to head out. Slipping my long coat over the outfit, I left my apartment for the short drive to Frank's flat, my pussy tingling and leaking the entire way there.
Once I arrived, I rang the bell at the entrance. Frank quickly buzzed me up. He opened the door for me when I knocked, exactly at eight as instructed. As I entered the flat, Frank took my coat and hung it in the closet. Turning back to me, he smiled and nodded.
"Yes, you look perfect, Becka. I am quite pleased with your appearance. You accessorized the uniform exactly as I requested."
"I'm glad you approve, sir. I really wanted to make a good first impression on you this morning," I replied with a shy smile.
"Well, you have certainly done that, my dear."
Frank spent the rest of the morning showing me how he wanted his flat cleaned. He had specific rules for everything. The order he wanted the rooms cleaned. How it was to be cleaned. What tools and cleaning supplies to be used where. There were rules for everything. Nothing I could not handle, though. For what Frank was paying me for this part-time work, I would gladly do exactly as he asked.
I spent the rest of the day cleaning, quickly finding that cleaning in four-inch heels was not the easiest or most comfortable thing to do. I thought about slipping them off, but Frank was watching me like a hawk. He complimented me freely for everything I did right and made sure to correct me on any errors he saw.
As the day wore on, I started to feel my entire body tingling each time I saw his eyes on me.
As I finished cleaning the last room, I was quite pleased with my work. Frank seemed pleased as well, which made me very happy.
"Well, my dear. You did really well today. I think our little arrangement is going to work out perfectly for both of us."
"Thank you, Frank. I actually had a great time today. I think I'm really going to enjoy serving you." I smiled sweetly at him, purposely having decided to use the word "serving" him rather than just working for him to gauge his reaction.
Frank's face broke into a wide grin. "That's my good girl. Yes, I think you are going to work out perfectly, Becka."
After putting on my coat, I leaned over and gave Frank a quick kiss on the cheek. Smiling, I turned and headed out the door. "See you on Thursday, Frank," I called back at him as I headed to my car.
After arriving at my apartment, I quickly pulled off the dress and fell back onto my bed, still in my lingerie. One hand pulled my bra cups down to tweak my already erect nipples, and the other hand slid straight into my soaked panties to frig myself until my body arched with an intense climax.
That is how things progressed for the next few weeks. Each day before work, I made sure my uniform was perfect in every way, as Frank started inspecting the outfit each morning as I arrived. Sometimes he would have me bend over and lift the back of my skirt so he could confirm I was indeed wearing the required lingerie. This turned me on something fierce, always keeping me aroused for the remainder of my workday.
Now that I had gotten into a stable routine, Frank left me to my tasks, just checking in on occasion to ensure everything was going smoothly. He started every conversation with me throughout the day by saying, "How's my good girl doing?" I began to crave his affirmation of my work. I so wanted to please him.
Each workday ended with me back at my apartment on my bed masturbating, still in my lingerie, needing to relieve the arousal that had built up throughout the day. I needed my release before I could fully unwind from the day.
All was going well until the day it no longer was. Frank was already in a foul mood due to things out of his control at his business. I did my best to steer clear of him and just concentrate on my tasks. As I was dusting one of the shelves in his office while he worked on his computer across the room from me, I carelessly knocked over a porcelain figurine. It shattered on the floor.
Frank looked over at me with a dark scowl on his face.
"I'm so sorry, Frank. It was an accident. You can take the cost of the figurine out of my pay today so it can be replaced," I said nervously.
"Unfortunately, that figurine was worth more than I pay you in a month," he replied.
I gasped. "Oh, shit, Frank, I'm so very sorry. I will pay you back. I promise, even if it takes a full month's salary." Tears streamed down my face. "Please don't fire me for this."
"No, I won't fire you, Becka. But you have been a very bad girl and need to be punished. I will keep you on, but you will need to accept the punishment I'm going to give you."
"Yes, please don't fire me, Frank. I will take any punishment you deem necessary for me to get in your good graces again."
"OK, my dear. Since you have been bad, you need a punishment fit for a naughty girl such as yourself. You will come over here, bend over my lap, and allow me to give you the spanking you deserve. Ten swats on your bare ass should be sufficient. Are you still willing to do this to save your job?"
I was more than a little taken aback by this turn of events, but I did really like this job and the freedom it provided me financially. I slowly nodded, wiping the tears from my eyes. Stepping up to Frank, I carefully lay across him, my butt centered on his lap, and prepared myself for his punishment.
"Ten slaps to my ass can't be that bad," I thought to myself bravely.
Frank flipped the hem of my dress up, exposing my panties, garter belt, and stockings.
"Pull your panties down, Becka," Frank commanded.
I reached back with both hands and pulled my lace panties down my legs. My ass was now bared to him, framed by the back straps of my garter belt, pressing into my butt cheeks.
The first strike came down on my left cheek. It stung terribly, and I cried out in pain. The second strike was on the right side, equally painful. Frank then alternated his strikes on each cheek. Each one was even more stinging than the previous strike. But in the middle of the punishment, I could start to feel Frank's cock start to harden against my stomach. Even through the pain of the spanking, my pussy started to get wet, as I felt his cock harden even more with each swing.
My yelps started to turn to moans as I started to get lost in my own arousal. I had not even noticed that Frank had completed his ten strokes.
I could not see my ass, but I am sure it must have been beet red. Frank's hand rested on my ass before slowly beginning to slide his hand between my legs.
"I am your master from this point forward, Becka. You will be punished for any bad behavior, but you will also be rewarded for good behavior. You have been an exemplary employee until today; you deserve some pleasure to go along with your pain. I can give you both."
With that, Frank's fingers found my dripping folds. He slid his fingers lightly from the top of my pussy to the bottom. I moaned unashamedly at his touch. His rock-hard cock was still pressing obscenely into my stomach.
"Yes, Frank. Please make me cum." I cried out.
He chuckled wickedly. His thumb swirled around my aroused clit before plunging one, and then a second finger in my soaked pussy. My body arched into his hand as my orgasm swept over me. I had never felt anything so intense in my life.
As my climax started to subside, I slid off of Frank's lap and knelt before him.
"Now, it is time for you to start paying me back for the broken figurine, my good girl. I will take my payment from your mouth and pussy starting today."
"Yes, sir," I whispered as I ran my hands up his legs and over his cock, straining the front of his trousers. Looking directly into Frank's eyes, I loosened his belt and button before sliding the zipper of his trousers down and then pulling his pants and boxers down his legs and off. His hard cock bobbed in front of my face.
My eyes were still locked on his. I kissed the tip, tasting the precum that had started to leak from it. Smiling, I licked the entire underside of his shaft, from his balls to his head, before taking him fully into my mouth.
I lavished Frank's cock with all my being, swirling my tongue all around the underside of the shaft as my cheeks pulled in from the suction I was applying. He grunted his approval as he placed his hands on both sides of my head so he could more freely fuck my face. I was in heaven. I moaned around his cock as he used my mouth for his own pleasure.
"As much as I would love to cum down your throat, my dearest Becka, I want to save my release for the pussy I have been craving since the first day you stepped into my home."
He pulled me up and spun me around, bending me over his chair. Lifting the hem of my dress to my waist, he eyed his prize with a wanton abandon. I kicked off my panties and spread my legs for him. He positioned himself behind me, cock in hand, as he started to rub his head up and down my dripping slit.
"Oh, Frank. Please fuck me. Fuck your submissive maid and claim me for your own," I moaned unashamedly.
"Yes, my little slut. I'm now going to give you what you have been fantasizing about whenever you touch yourself."
With that, he plunged himself fully inside of me. I gasped at the sudden fullness, his nine-inch cock filling me like nothing I had ever experienced before.
"That's it, Becka. Enjoy this little gift I am giving you," he grunted as he thrust in and out of my wet and willing pussy.
I moaned with each thrust, relishing the pleasure my new master was providing me.
"Please, sir. Fuck me harder," I screamed out, my climax quickly approaching.
Frank did just that. His balls slapped against me with each entry.
"Fuck, take my full load, my little slut. Take it then thank me for it once I fill you."
With that, he thrust fully into me one last time and grunted as rope after rope of his seed splashed against my cervix. That was all I could take as my own orgasm crashed through me. I thrashed wildly as waves of pleasure washed over me. I was still a quivering mess as Frank's now-deflated cock slipped out of me. A huge stream of his warm cum came out with it, dribbling down my legs and over my stocking tops.
I looked back at Frank with a smile as he pulled his pants back up. He nodded at me. There was a shared understanding that our work relationship had now undergone a profound shift, and things would now start progressing to an all-new level.
My workdays changed from twice a week to three times a week, with an increased salary, of course. I was no longer just cleaning his flat. My responsibilities now included cleaning Frank's cock once each shift until he unloaded in my mouth. He was also free to probe my pussy with his impressive member each shift as well.
I loved all of it. He was in charge. I was there to serve him in any way he desired.
As satisfied as I was with the agreed-upon terms, things were about to change once more.
