The Mistress of the House Ch. 02

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Hannah got a moment of warning as there was the click of metal in the door before Miss Coerator unlocked it and stepped through. She was now wearing elbow length gloves; slick, sleek and black, the hands looking like they had been smeared with some liquid. There was a slight musk in the air that accompanied her, earthy and sweaty, a touch of color in her pale cheeks.

She moved forward, standing close to Hannah, almost touching her, then reaching past her, running a finger along one of the urns. Her finger left a smear on the metal, but at least it was a shiny one, rather then showing dust.

'A start, I suppose. You have applied yourself diligently, for today at least.'

Hannah let her arms fall, barely able to lift them again. 'Thank you, Miss Coerator.'

'Now that you are fully in my employ, then "Mistress" or "Madam" would be correct.' She took Hannah's chin in her hand, a faint smear of the liquid rubbing onto Hannah's face. Had she been working on some machinery or something? It smelled faintly like lubricant. Hannah was too tired to resist, feeling hunger starting to burn in her stomach.

'Yes, um, Madam.' "Mistress" seemed far too strange and fetishistic.

'Now, I suppose I should return you to your room. Follow.'

Hannah had little choice but to obey, trailing after the woman, arms like lead. She managed to keep on her feet and not stagger against the walls, at least, but the pressure in her calves and ankles was building again. How did people manage to wear things like this all the time? She glanced down - Miss Coerator's heels on her knee-high leather boots were smaller, her hips swaying slightly as she moved, leather skirt swishing with her steps. There was no visible panty line, so either she was going commando, or she was wearing something very skimpy underneath. For a slightly crazy lady living apparently all on her own in a big old house, she certainly dressed well!

They returned to Hannah's room, as Miss Coerator (or "Madam" -- Hannah would have to remember to call her that) pulled out the heavy key from her cleavage and unlocked it again.

'While I intend to work you hard, I am not completely uncaring. As today is your first day, then you may spend the rest of it resting. I expect you to start bright and early tomorrow morning though.'

The bed looked oh-so-tempting, but Hannah managed to stay standing, at least for now. 'Thank you, Miss Coerator.' The woman's hand brushed against Hannah's bare back, making her shiver, and then pinched her, just below the frilled choker. 'I'm sorry, Madam.'

'Very good. Now, you may use the bathroom to clean up. First, strip.'

Her arms were too heavy to lift as Miss Coerator fiddled with the corset straps, some of the pressure on Hannah's body releasing itself. The dress was pulled back over her head, leaving her naked again, except for the cuffs, choker and heels. Miss Coerator -- Madam -- angled her to look at herself in the mirror, hands tight on Hannah's shoulders, breath and body hot and close.

'You have definite potential. I am a firm believer that the help should be both functional and attractive, and you more than qualify on both counts.' She had bent over slightly, her face next to Hannah's ear, breath soft against skin. Wrapped in the lubed-up gloves, her hands were slick, smearing the stuff onto Hannah's skin. 'I will do what I can to help you achieve your potential. And of course, you will lend your skills to the upkeep of this place.'

'Yes, Madam.'

'Food will be sent up.' She flicked the dress, wiping dust off, before returning it to the bag, the bag going in the wardrobe, which she closed and then locked. 'I would advise you to rest well. I have great plans for you, little Hannah.'

Hannah staggered forward, supporting herself against the mirror, as Miss Coerator left. The door, of course, locked behind her, leaving Hannah sealed in the room.

She was still wearing the mittens, hands bound into claws. They weren't locked on, but the clasps were tight -- Hannah had to work them back and forth against a bedpost until they finally released, and she could pull her hand out. She flexed her fingers, glad to be able to move them again. Getting the other one off was far easier, now she could move her hand again! Next were the shoes, the straps and laces quickly succumbing to her plucking fingers.

How long had she been working? There were no clocks, and it was summer, so the days were long; it could be any time between "afternoon" and "evening". She sat on the bed, massaging her ankles. Those shoes were bloody uncomfortable! And she was still wearing the choker. Her hands roamed over the leather, feeling the lace frills, and the metal ring at the front, over her throat. There was a metal clasp, but there didn't seem to be any release -- she would have to ask Miss Coerator to take it off later. At least it wasn't that uncomfortable.

With that done, she went to examine the bathroom. It was grand, all marble and shining metal, with a free-standing tub in the middle of the room and a cabinet filled with toiletries. She started running a bath, steaming hot water following into the tub, bubblebath added to make thick, white foam. Hopefully the choker wouldn't be marked or damaged, but at this point she needed to relax!

She slipped into the tub, letting the warm water embrace her, flowing over her limbs and soothing her. It was relaxing, the bubblebath lightly scented -- even if it was hard work, if she got to relax like this, then it might be worth it! Hannah fell further into the water, wondering how food would be served -- Miss Coerator had managed a cook, hadn't she? Or maybe she cooked it herself? The image of Miss Coerator dressed like a maid drifted into mind, her body wrapped in the corset and frilled dress, showing off her legs and bust. Although she probably wouldn't be as obedient! Those luscious red lips around a nice, chunky ball-gag, maybe, those proud eyes indignant, muted grumbled from her sealed mouth, angry at being silenced?

With her eyes closed, she started to fantasize, letting her fingers drift between her legs, stroking her sore thighs, lightly slipping into herself. Maybe if she were to seduce Miss Coerator, then she might get some more money, or some easier work? That would be nice! She played and teased with herself, getting close to the edge, but not going all the way. She wanted to leave it a little while, let the anticipation build. As the heat built up, she kept stroking, teasing, soft and gentle. Then she stood up, water sloughing down her body, and toweled herself off, wiping the suds away, draining the water from the tub.

Miss Coerator hadn't moved her case, still by the bed. There was a large wooden chest next to it, currently open and empty, with a heavy lock, although no key. In her case was tightly packed clothing, mostly slightly dull and plain, although with a few outfits in case she got the chance to go out clubbing. She glanced around, although there was no-one else in the room. Hidden away beneath it were some of her toys -- a variety of dildos and vibrators, all the things she needed to entertain herself on the long, lonely nights. And batteries. A lot of batteries! That was what had killed her arms on the way here. At least now she had something to do.

She picked up one, and flicked it on, the end twisting around. Her arms were still sore, but she stroked it against herself, sliding the vibrating wand in and out of her slick slit. With her other hand, she played with a breast, setting a regular tempo with the dildo. She was almost there when she heard metal rattling. It must be Miss Coerator at the door! It was an effort to stop as she slid the dildo under several pillows, kicking the case shut to hide the rest of her toys.

Part of the wall opened, a metal panel clanking open to show a metal tray inside, bearing a covered-up plate. It was just like room service, although it did raise the question again as to where the food came from. Miss Coerator might be cooking herself? It seemed a lot more likely there was someone else to do it for her.

Hannah lifted up the cover to find a decent spread -- fresh-cooked, by the looks of it, vegetables, some sausages, mashed potato. There was even cutlery, with handles large enough that she would be able to grab them if her hands were still bound into the mittens. Was she meant to have kept them on? She would have to put them on, and the heels again, before Miss Coerator returned in the morning. She seemed mean enough she might lock them on, and the buckles definitely had holes in where a padlock could be attached to make them impossible to remove!

Hannah finished herself off first, grabbing the dildo again, bringing herself to a quick orgasm before settling in to eat. It was good food, like pub grub, and looked to be fresh-made, rather than from a freezer or a packet, the sausages mostly meat, no gristle or fat. When she was done, she put the plate back into the dumbwaiter. The panel clicked shut, and there was a clanking sound, as the plate was returned to the kitchen. Maybe she had a butler somewhere? Or several other maids?

The door was still locked, so she turned to her case. Most of her clothing was cheap stuff, functional and not very durable. But better than being naked! Some baggy shorts and a t-shirt were good enough to lounge around and sleep in. Then she had a look through the rest of her toys -- it looked like there might be a lot of lonely evenings, so she made sure to being entertainment! She'd even brought along a few unpowered devices, if she burned through all of her batteries. From the taxi ride, the nearest shop was at least five miles away, further than she wanted to walk.

Hannah looked around -- where had her trainers gone? She looked under the bed, tried the door to the walk-in wardrobe (locked), checked in the bathroom, but couldn't see them. Had Miss Coerator taken them? That meant her only shoes were the heels. Hannah strapped them on, getting some more practice walking in them, trying to imitate Miss Coerator's sway, before giving up, legs and ankles protesting.

After a few more bouts with her toys, it had gotten dark outside. There were no clocks, but she felt tired from all her exercise, and so curled up on the huge bed, and swiftly fell asleep.

She woke with what seemed to be the dawn, golden sunlight seeping in through the window. Soreness had crept into her muscles, aftereffect of yesterday's effort. It must be quite some time before Miss Coerator came to fetch her for the day, so there was time for some pleasure. She fetched out one of her more advanced toys -- a vibrator small enough to slip inside of her, but remote controlled. It buzzed and twitched at random, enough to tease her, but not (yet) enough to get her off. That could wait for later! Hannah smiled in anticipation -- there was a delight, and a pleasure, in delaying release. At least for a while, anyway.

Hannah washed herself down again, sweaty from her sleep and her self-pleasure, noting that the shower controls were built for use with bound hands as well, the entire apartment designed for use with hands contorted into the mittens. Washing with the toy inside of her was nice, warm and soothing, even birdsong drifting in from somewhere outside.

After toweling herself off, she found that breakfast had arrived. More traditional country fare, a bowl of porridge, with honey and fruit, and a spoon with a large, chunky handle. It was a lot easier to eat with her fingers free!

Once that was done, she put the bowl back, the dumbwaiter clanking away. Throughout, she had been teased and buzzed, and could feel herself, loose, warm and wet, ready for something to plunge into her. Did she have time? Going through the day this excited, without a release would be a challenge! And Miss Coerator seemed the touchy type, although hopefully not touchy in a creepy way, not down there.

The TV blinked, a clock showing. It was 8:45 already! Hannah grabbed her heels and strapped them on, then the mittens. Doing the left one was easy, but then the right was harder. She slid her hand in, having to use her mouth to snap it on shut. Just in time, as the door rattled open, Miss Coerator appearing.

She was wearing very similar clothing to yesterday -- red leather skirt and boots, a fine satin blouse that showed a deep cut of cleavage, a crimson choker around her neck.

'Good morning, Hannah.' Her eyes glanced at Hannah's hands and feet. 'My apologies, I forgot to release you yesterday. I have fresh ones for you today. And another tool for you. I trust you weren't overly inconvenienced?'

'No, Miss Coerator.' The woman's eyes hardened. 'I mean Mistress, sorry.'

The woman approached, running a hand down Hannah's face. 'Do follow the proper etiquette, I wouldn't want to have to punish you. Now, shall we get you dressed?'

She went to the wardrobe and unlocked it, fetching out another bag. The outfit was much the same as yesterday; another tight dress, backless, and with lacey ruffles peeking out from beneath the skirt.

Hannah endured the woman's hands as they tugged and tweaked the dress into place. Then the thing inside of her buzzed into life, and she squirmed and twisted. She didn't have the chance to pull it out before, and with the mittens back on, there's no way she could get it out now! Miss Coerator was right on top of her and must have felt or heard the movement, a hand tickling down her back, making her shiver even more.

'Not catching a chill are you, my dear? I have a lot of other tasks I wish you to perform.'

The buzzing died away, but Hannah knew that it would start again soon.

'I wouldn't want you sickening. I see that you managed to remove your panties -- quite impressive, with your hands bound.' She gave Hannah a push, making her fall back so she was sitting on the bed. Then she ducked, hands against Hannah's legs, some slick material snapping and pulling against her skin, moving up her legs. Was it latex? They were pulled up around her waist, tight and smooth -- latex panties, a slight pressure on her waist and crotch as they settled into place. Miss Coerator trailed a nail along them, teasing Hannah's wet pussy through the material, as the vibrator buzzed into life again, just for a moment.

'I really do hope you will concentrate on your work today, Hannah, you seem a little... distracted.' She ran her nails down Hannah's inner thigh, looking up at her with a slight smile. 'Now, stand. I have another tool for you.'

There was no choice but to obey. Hannah stepped forward, Miss Coerator moving behind her, rustling in the bag again. Then a hand grabbed her hair, yanking on it, hard. As she opened her mouth to protest, something was pushed in, a rubbery prong sliding between her lips and teeth. A strap was buckled behind her head as she grunted protests, her tongue sliding uselessly around the prong. In front of her, partially obscuring her vision, was a feather duster, attached to her gag. She shook her head, feathers flicking around on the wand of the thing.

'Very good, maid Hannah. Now you can clean even better, isn't that right?'

'Mmmmpghh!'

'Excellent. Now, time for you to begin.' Miss Coerator tapped the tablet, sliding it into a sheath on Hannah's arm. 'Follow me. It would be most undignified if I had to attach a leash to that pretty choker of yours.'

'Mppphhh!' She wouldn't do that, would she? Miss Coerator walked towards the door, Hannah following, still tottering on the heels. The toy buzzed again, Hannah's knees weakening, her gait unsteady as she followed Miss Coerator down the hallway. She didn't turn around as she spoke. 'Do try and maintain correct posture.'

What happened when the toy was out of range of the controller? Hannah had never gone walkabout with it. There was something about it in the manual, but she couldn't remember... Hopefully it would turn off. That would make sense, right?

Miss Coerator led the way to a different room from before, unlocking the door to reveal deep shelving, all filled with statues, mostly of people fucking. As they enter, she received another buzz, this one only gentle. But she could already feel the latex panties getting wet! If she was kept like this all day, then she would be dripping in a few hours.

Miss Coerator was saying something, but Hannah didn't hear it, trying not to show any expression from being pleased and teased. Miss Coerator smiled at Hannah, flicking the feather duster and forcing Hannah's head to move with it, then left. Of course, there was the loud "clunk" of the lock again, and she was sealed in. Immediately afterwards, a strong, sustained vibration almost brought her to her knees.

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