My gens is Monica. My whole sprightliness has recently been turned completely upside down ... ... ...

While in college, I needed to get a job to help with unexpected expenses and extra curricular natural process. Through a protagonist of a friend I got a job as a maid to a very rich and also very demanding woman who is divorced. The pay is much high-pitched than well-nigh former line, but with the extra money comes a price.

I better explicate ... ..

missy Laura is about fifty class old and very pretty. She has an attractive body from working out daily. Her hair is brown and cut and set accordingly for her professing. Not one strand of gray yet.

In business, she is ruthless. Many hard alpha male person have gone against her and left whimpering with their behind between their legs. And with their ball probably a piffling shrunken too.

She expects perfection from everyone ... Especially me.

eventide though I did a good job of keeping her theater clean and preparing her meal, she needed to train me to do everything HER way. If I made a mistake, money would be deducted from my pay.

Well that 's the way it was .... at first.

During my senior twelvemonth, my schedule at her house revolved around my year and prep. She insisted that I move in with her. I was required to preserve my gradation up and even hired coach if needed. She also took care of my tuition.

My room was away from hers in the unruffled character of the house so I could learn in peace.

After I graduated from college, she offered to keep open me on to be her complete personal maid. I now go everywhere she goes, including patronage meetings, head trip and vacations etc. My pay also increased abundantly into the low-down six fig range.

Again ... For a monetary value ...

I signed a contract with girl Laura. I definitely should give read all of the fine print.

But Sir Thomas More about that later ....

A new house maid was hired and I moved into quarters right next to hers with a room access leading to her sleeping accommodation suite. My quarters has a pocket-size living room with a nice sized bathroom with a shower tub, sink, toilet and a conceit. My bedchamber is quite with a four-poster queen-sized bed, a desk, table and death chair, and a nice walk-in closet.

Her entourage is enormous. Every room has mood lighting and loudspeaker in the ceiling for music of her choice.

There is a huge aliveness room with the finest furniture, marble floor, Roman sculptures, a field area an antique dining room table and chairs, built in book cases, a hearth and fur rugs. Her sleeping room has a king-size bed, another fireplace, toilet table galore and a huge walk-in closet.

The bath, I should say Throne room, as she calls it, has a Jacuzzi gravid enough to hold six to eight citizenry comfortably, a shower with two shower heads, her personal tub, a massage tabular array, a leather lounge and a gold plated Throne.

Now for the Leontyne Price ....

I really should experience read the very well print ... ..

I have to send for her Ma'am or Ma'dam at all meter. Not Miss Laura anymore. I help her garb and admit care of personal matters. I bathe her and hand her manicures and pedicures. I also wax her legs, underarms, pussy and anal area once a workweek. Of course she trained me to do everything HER way. I suggested that she gets electrolysis, but she loves it when I wax her.

When she goes to the Throne room, I wipe her front and can. After she is finished and clean and has left the room, I clean and sanitize her Throne for the next visit.

When Ma'dam has a stage business meeting, I wait patiently behind her inconspicuously in the boardroom. If she feels the need to go ... I then follow her to the adeptness. At eating place, if she has to go to the restroom, I go ahead of her to construct sure as shooting that the stall is clean and the Throne is sterile. Then i take care of her after she is finished going.

I do have other duty, but wiping her is a Brobdingnagian precedency. She feels privileged because of her riches. I do get paid very well to provide this service.

Ma'dam will wake me up in the centre of the Nox when she needs to use the Throne. I did n't manage for this at low gear, but I have learned to tolerate it.

One dawn after having to get up during the Night to do my Throne responsibility, Ma'dam woke me rudely and dragged me into her Throne way by my hair. I crawled until I was able to get up and pull in my equaliser while still being dragged, berating me the all way there.

I thought I trained you better than this ... ! ! ! ! She yelled at me. The spirit in her centre was pure ira.

What ... Ma'dam ... ? ? ? ? I responded in shock. Still only half awake.

She pulled her nightgown up, bent over and spread her ass and had me get on my articulatio genus to scrutinize it.

See this dump on MY ass ... ? ? ? ! ! ! ! YOU missed it ... ! ! ! ! Do you want to keep your job and your pay ... ? ? ? ! ! ! ! ! Ma'dam asked me.

I looked at her ass and saw that I did indeed miss a little.

I ... I ... I 'm grim Ma'dam .... I sputtered.

I expect paragon at all times .... Especially from my personal maid. She barked.

I 'll do better next time Ma'dam .... I said.

NO ... ! ! ! ! YOU 'LL do good NOW .... ! ! ! ! ! ! ! She yelled.

Use your glossa ... ! ! ! Lick MY SHIT off of MY ASS ... ! ! ! The timbre of her voice was much abrasive than I have ever heard from her before.

If you ca n't do a well job with can paper then you 'll definitely do better with your tongue .... ! ! ! It 's in the contract ....

She was scaring me ... I was thinking what the fuck ...

But ... ....

It made my twat throb. I could n't understand why.

I started to try to object.

But Ma'dam ... ..

You signed the contract .... I bet you did n't learn the hale thing.

I knew that she was rightfield that I did n't but needed to understand it .... Later ... ..

right field now I needed to clean her.

I leaned forward and spread her ass apart and hesitated before licking the dirty area.

Get your tongue busy .... I wo n't tolerate a half-ass cleaning .... She demanded.

Do n't block until I tell you to ... ! ! ! Her voice was calmer but still commanding.

I could feel my kitty-cat getting wet. My clit was severely and throbbing. I was getting flex on.

The discernment was pungent. With the shit being dried on, I really had to wet my tongue to loose it. I kept licking. My spit licking up and down the inside of each buttock making sure as shooting I did n't drop anything.

Get the golf hole clean and jerk too .... ! ! ! Ma'dam demanded. You need to be taught a deterrent example ....

Now my pussy was definitely getting bedwetter and throbbing like I 've never felt before.

My lingua was flat against her prick, wiping it like I was her toilet paper .... Wait ... I was her bathroom paper.

Push it inside. I do n't want you to to miss a thing .... I could get wind her interpreter softening.

My God ... I thought. My Bos is making me do the dirtiest of deeds .... And I 'm loving it. I shoved my tongue cryptical inside her glorious asshole. The flavor was inviolable. I could sense a niggling bit still inside of her.

I WANTED to get everything .... I felt a pauperism to ....

I swirled my tongue around inside of her, making certain her arse was completely cleansed.

You better clean my pussy too ... In case you did n't get every drop.

I 'm not a lesbian, even though I had thought about licking another pussy, curiously .... But her authorative flavor was doing something to me. I tried to intellect with myself about my new hormonal feelings.

I swallowed hard and licked the outside of her kitty tasting first the bound. I took a cryptic breath, flatterned my tongue and wiped her lips.She was n't telling me to stop yet so I kept licking.

I had liicked my fingers after fingering myself, but her puss 's gustation was a little different.

My knife was licking around her pussy, over the lips and between her sassing. I could finger her juice increasing. I even made sure that the pee hole was thoroughly cleansed. I could savor a little salty residuum from earlier, but I did n't tell her that. I was afraid of the consequences.

Do n't draw a blank my clit, she said. Her tone of articulation a good deal flabby now.

I ran my tongue through the part in her sass and began licking her clit. My tongue curling around it. I heard a soft moan. I sucked on it and licked it and went back to her lip and pee hole too. As I shoved my tongue inside, I felt her push against it and kind of drive it. Then I went back to her little nub and sucked on it. I could n't assist myself and nibbled a little, I felt her shudder and heard another slight moan. I think that she came.

She moved so that her dickhead was more accessible. I shoved my clapper as deep as I could. She leaned her ass back against it so it went in even further. I found myself fucking her with my tongue. I cleaned her thoroughly, inside and out.

After a few more minutes, she told me to stop. She then took a mitt mirror and checked to pee-pee surely I did a well job. Ma'dam rubbed her hand over where I missed earlier and even pushed her finger inside.

I think that is sufficient for now, she complimented me.

Thank you Ma'am. I responded.

She then squatted in social movement of me and looked directly into my eyes.

Ma'dam rarely ever swore, but then said, You really fucked up this time. From now on you are to cry me Goddess. Not ma'am or Ma'dam ... But Goddess. Do you understand ... ? ? ? I am your fucking Goddess ....

Yes gentlewoman ... I mean ... Yes Goddess. I replied.

Good. I hope that you have learned your moral. To draw sure that you have, no sewer paper will be used in the future ... Ever .... Only your spit. She leaned forward and put her finger that she pushed inside on my tongue to emphasize her seriousness.

Understand .... ? ? ? ?

My twat was dripping now. Actually flowing .... I could n't consider that being used in this way was turning me on this much.

Yes Goddess, I answered.

Now go wipe your stinky cunt, strip up and get dressed, Goddess commanded.

I listened to her words and realized that she could smell how wet and turned on I was.

Yes Goddess, I answered while looking down. I knew that I was defeated ... But ... I was surprised to allow it to myself .... Happily so.

I stood up and went to my quartern and took a quick exhibitor and dressed as quickly as I could. I wanted to rub my pussy in the shower, but I knew that she was testing my obedience by watching how foresighted I was gone. I used the manus held shower heading on my button while thinking that I need to interpret the very well print on my contract.

After I returned, I drew her bath and resumed my regular duty of bathing her and toweling her until I was sure that she was completely dry and then massaged her with lotion.

My thinker had been whirling in a myriad of muddiness. Accepting my unfeigned calling, but trying to deny that I NEEDED more ...

After my daily duties, Goddess felt the motivation to pee. She stayed naked when she sat down on her crapper. She sat up straight with her legs circulate wide-eyed. I could n't resist watching her. She looked at my eye and I saw a light when I noticed that she caught me. I also noticed that her mammilla were hard. Mine were too.

While I was watching and listening to her piss spray into the throne, my pussy throbbed again. I saw the chocolate-brown mickle lowering just before it fell in the water. The phone of it almost made me cum. Splash .... Splash .... Oh my .... another one. Splash ....

Goddess 's eyes were studying my response. Almost reading my mind.

My God ... I thought. How can something so nauseating turn me on so a great deal. Maybe being forced to the lowest floor of man was my desire. Maybe Goddess has brainwashed me ... .. I 'm not sure .... I just knew that I needed her to use me ....

Lay down on the level ... I heard.

Yes Goddess. I responded. My articulation sounded almost excited.

I was excited ....

I hurried to obey her command.

Goddess squatted over my mouth and pushed her kitty-cat to just the good distance for my tongue to wipe her snatch from top to bottom. The mouthful was salty but intoxicating. Goddess stared into my eyes the unscathed sentence. She moved so that I could clean her over and over again. At times, Goddess pushed so she was almost forcing my natural language into her urethra.

Then Goddess stood up and turned around and presented her ass for cleansing.

I watched while she was lowering it over my mouth. I could feel my pussy pounding in anticipation of having to scavenge her. I had only a little taste of her horseshit earlier, but now I was going to bear my penchant buds attacked by her putrid flavor. I wanted to do my dependable to crap certainly I did a good job. I could n't hide my excitement.

It was quite messy .... dirt remained on the inside of both of her ass impudence and a humble man was still hanging from the hole. It had n't dropped, but was swaying back and Forth River as she moved. It was almost hypnotic the way it swayed ...

Just before she was within tongue reach, she pushed her buttock together, making it even messier.

I spread her ass and thoroughly licked both brass. I then began licking from the taboo sphere of her crack and worked my way towards the kettle of fish. I looked intently at the piece mushed there the unanimous time. THAT piece ... The gritty texture was taking a short bit of getting used to. But the taste was intoxicating.

My own slit was getting so wet that I could smell it over Goddess 's shit.

Is this turning my little maid on ... ? ? ? Goddess asked.

I layed my tongue flatcar against her asshole and wiped up and away from her pussy and answered, Yes Goddess. I kept the opus in my mouth, relishing on the rancid flavor while I continued licking. Making trusted I was doing a very thorough job, my tongue was licking and probing her orifice continually.

Goddess moaned and pushed until a little more darn escaped it 's confines and dropped into my mouth. I could n't facilitate myself and shuddered through a pocket-sized orgasm.

I know that you are wet ... Your cunt is very activated wish I had more to render you ... Goddess whispered. I pushed my lingua deeper into her horseshit kettle of fish and moaned loudly.

I felt Goddess 's hand draw in my maid 's garb up and rub my pussy through my frilly panties. My knife pushed deeper. Goddess pushed again and some assl juice leaked into my mouth.

My moaning increased ....

Goddess pulled my panties aside and began rubbing my clit. I raised my legs and she pushed them apart. Her fingers carressed between my wet rim and over my clit. She pushed two fingerbreadth deep inside my pussy and finger fucked me to a moment sexual climax. My knife was still rich interior of her as she squeezed my clitoris hard showing her potency and I came again. I could n't trust that I came so quickly.

Goddess put my panties back in place and I thought that I heard her lick her finger's breadth clean. I then felt Goddess slap my cunt through the fabric. I peed a little in my excitement.

After I finished cleansing my Goddess, she got up, leaving me disappointed. I wanted to tongue her asshole for hours or quite possibly .... days ... ...

I helped her dress completely before actually swallowing her shit. The gustatory sensation was intoxicating. I actually relished it. I had moved it around in my backtalk sucking the feel from it and only swallowing the secretions before it dissolved completely.

After I took another shower and dressed myself, Goddess invited me to eat breakfast with her and discuss our new working relationship. Our repast was quite the gourmet spectacle. Spinach, mushrooms and broccoli omelette with cheese and crepes with strawberries and ointment, coffee and grapefruit juice.

She had her written matter of the contract and showed me where it said that I would take in to work out her ass clean and jerk if I did n't do a in effect job with the toilet paper.

Goddess then told me that she has been looking for a amah who truly enjoys serving her like I just had and even serve as her complete toilet from metre to time. She was quite convinced that I had enjoyed my service to her. She then stated that a sufficient raise in pay would definitely be included, with rewards too ... If I agree to the price of her proposal.

Of row a new contract bridge will have to be drawn up ... rightfield Monica ... ? ? ? She asked.

This was the low time I heard her hollo me by my epithet since I first started working for Goddess.

Yes Goddess. I answered with a smile.

I 'll definitely read the ok print this time, and maybe even suggest a few additions to this contract bridge ... ..