Maid for Hire
Infinity © 2006

The day was stormy and brutally cold. The roads had iced over before Camille was to get off from work. Being the head maid at the Braxton Mansion, she was to stay late and go over every single detail that was done during the work day. Just so happen, today was the day for heavy duty cleaning; that means everything had to be cleaned up one end and down the other, inside and out. On the job, Camille was a very dominating woman, not allowing any mistakes to be made and not a single detail went untouched. However, there was a room in the mansion that not even the head maid was allowed to enter. Now that she was done with her inspection, Camille was headed to the door and opened it to a big disappointment. The steps and parking area behind the mansion had frozen over.

Mr. Braxton stood behind Camille as he watched her drop her head hopelessly. This brought such joy to Mr. Braxton because tonight would be the perfect night for him to get what and who he had waited so long for. From the moment Camille came to work for Mr. Braxton, he was taken by her completely. He knew he had to have and possess her.

As Camille stands looking out of the door he stands behind her with a devilish smirk on his face. His eyes piercing through her clothes; undressing her with his eyeballs. He thinks of the many fantasies that he has had about her and is grateful that she is now alone with him and unable to go anywhere.

"Camille, please, don’t worry about anything, you may stay here in the mansion tonight or until the weather clears up."

"Mr. Braxton, I just couldn’t impose on you like that. Besides, I can walk home; I’m only 3 miles away from here."

"Don’t be silly; I insist that you stay. I can’t have my best employee getting sick on me; now can I?"

"No, sir; I guess you’re right. I’ll stay the night. Thank you so much Mr. Braxton."

"No problem, child. Do make yourself at home, and I do mean at home. After all you do, do an exceptional job here; it might as well be yours."

"That’s very nice of you Mr. Braxton. I never thought of it like that." In a low voice he mumbles, "One day this will be yours." Camille turns quickly, "What was that Mr. Braxton?"

"Oh, nothing child; never mind me; I was just thinking out loud." Camille smiles and turns around to finally close the door. She walks back into the kitchen and begins to set the dinner table for two. Mr. Braxton walks up close behind her but not too close. "What are you doing? You’re off for the rest of the night. Please find a room of your choice and go relax."

"Mr. Braxton, please, I don’t mind, really; I mean, it’s the least I could do since you’re allowing me to stay the night."

"Very well then, please, carry on."

Camille smiles and goes to the refrigerator and begins to pull out veggies to chop. "I’m going to make you a dinner that you will never forget. This will put your cooks to shame."

"Do you think so?"

"Think so? I know so. Mr. Braxton, you are going to love this." Camille reaches up to the wine rack and grabs a bottle of red wine. She pops the cork and pours him a glass of wine.

"Why don’t you go have a seat and I’ll let you know when your dinner is ready."

Taking the glass of wine, "Ok, I’ll do that." He smiles and takes a sip of his wine and walks away into the den.

Two and a half hours later Camille walks into the den to let Mr. Braxton know that his dinner is ready. He gets up and follows Camille into the dinning room.

"Will you be joining me?"

"I would love to if that’s ok with you."

"If it wasn’t, I would not have asked."

Camille sits and waits for him to begin eating before she starts to eat.

"My God, this is delicious."

"Thank you, sir." She smiles and begins to eat.

He watches her as she takes small bites of her food and chews slowly; making sure that her food is well chewed.

"Camille, you are an attractive, young woman with a figure that will stop traffic. Why are you single, child?"

"Well, Mr. Braxton"

"Please, Beau, for now you can call me Beau."

"Ok Beau, I’m single because I haven’t found anyone that can hold my interest."

"And what might those interests be?"

"Well, Beau, being that you are my boss, I feel that some things are meant to be kept to myself."

"Ok, fair enough."

"I hope you don’t think of me as being closed off from the world, but there are some things that I prefer not to talk to anyone about."

"Not at all child; only you know what you want to share with others."

"By the way, I don’t feel comfortable calling you by your name."

"Ok, well how about Mr. Beau or Daddy."

Camille looks at him strangely, "Daddy? Why Daddy, Mr. Braxton?"

Just as she was about to say something else he rose to his feet and took her by the hand. He led her into the master bedroom and asked her to go into the bathroom and run a bubble bath for him. "I really hope you don’t mind doing this for me, Camille."

"No, sir, I don’t mind doing this for you at all." Just as she was about to walk out of the bathroom she saw him standing there naked. Her eyes were wide open as she stood there speechless. She quickly turns her back to him and apologizes over and over. As she hides her face and tries to walk out of the bathroom, Mr. Braxton takes her by her arm. He holds her face up, looking her in the eyes. He orders her to take off her clothes. She looks at him puzzled.

"You have cleaned everything in this place except for one thing, and that’s me." To his surprise, Camille looks away and begins to unbutton her dress. She looks back to him and smile. She takes him by the hand and leads him over to the bath tub, assisting him as he steps in. She seats him and takes her seat behind him and begins to wash his body. As she washes and rinses, she rubs her hand across his skin. After she is done washing him, he turns and begins to wash her. As he washes her, he admires her plump nipples and round firm breasts. His eyes glosses over as if he were about to cry. Their eyes meet and now they know the reasons behind each one of them being single people. Their faces come closer and soon their lips touch. Deeply and passionately they kiss and then Beau grabs her hair pulling it until her neck was about to pop. She looks at him and smile. "Are you sure you want to do this Mr. Braxton?"

"I have watched and waited for you for so long, hell yeah I’m sure." They both step out of the bath tub and take turns drying each other off. Once that’s done, he leads her back into the den. He sits in his favorite chair as she stands before him awaiting his order. He looks at her and pats his lap. She walks over laying her head on his leg and he strokes her hair. She raises her head to look into his eyes then she lowers it going down on him. Sucking him slowly and firmly, he smiles with approval as she peeks up at him.

"Stop."

"Am I not pleasing you Sir?"

He stands to his feet. "Come with me." He reaches into a box on the coffee table and gets a key out. Puzzled, she follows him. They come to the secret room. Her eyes light up. She thinks to herself, "So this is the reason for the big secret behind this door." She lets out a giggle. He turns to ask her what was funny but taken by her blushing smile, he kisses her on the forehead. As he unlocks and opens the door, he moves over to the side, allowing her to walk in first. Before she can say anything, the door slams and he is not there.

"I want this room clean from the floor to the ceiling."

"Yes, Sir."

She begins to clean the room. Thinking to herself she wonders what kind of foreplay could this be or was it just some sort of sick joke to find out what makes her tick. All the time she has been cleaning this room, he has been watching her every move. Not expecting to hear his voice as soon as she did, he finally speaks.

"Stand by the door and wait for me to let you out." She moves over to the door and waits on him. Ten minutes later, the door opens. She looks at him in a puzzled way. He takes her by the hand not saying anything to her and leads her into his dungeon.

"Mr. Braxton, what was the purpose of me cleaning that room?"

"No special reason; I just wanted it to be cleaned. You see, I have many secret rooms in this mansion. That is just one of them. You are about to visit the main secret room." They walk back into the master bedroom and he leads her over to a closet.

"Nice walk-in closet, don’t you think?"

"Yes, Sir, it’s a very nice walk-in closet."

"Well, there is more to it than meets the eye."

"What could that be Sir?"

"Look and learn, my child."

He walks into the closet and reaches into the left corner to push a hidden button and the wall slides open. There is another closet behind this one filled with fetish gear. Camille’s eyes widen with awe.

"Oh my God, I never knew that was there. In the 5 years that I have worked for you, I never knew that was here. How is that possible? I thought I knew this place inside and out."

"Well now, my child, you can honestly say that you almost know this place inside and out, but there is more. But before we go on, I want you to put this on." He hands her a French maid’s uniform.

"Go put this on."

She walks up to him and takes the outfit and turns to walk away.

"No, no. Sit here. I want to watch you put it on."

While she is dressing, he reaches over her, pulling down a shoe box.

"Here are your shoes."

Once she is dressed, he opens another door leading to another room. This room is dimly lit. Before she could walk into the room to look around, he turns to her placing a leash and collar around her neck. She can feel her nipples becoming erect and he can see it through her outfit. He smiles and turns away from her and leads her into the room. Standing in the middle of the floor, he tells her what a great service she was to him and how he appreciated the fine work she does at making sure every detail was taken care of.

"Now for your excellent work and to show you my appreciation I will allow you to suck my dick. On your knees and open your mouth." Camille lowers herself to her knees and opens her mouth taking him with long, deep strokes of her mouth. She sucks firmly in a steady rhythm. She can hear him moan with pleasure and she knows she is doing a great job at blowing him. He takes the back of her head in his hand pushing her face down harder and deeper on him. Soon he’s fucking her throat viciously and he explodes. Never pulling away she swallows his load and thanks him for it. They both smile at each other. He pulls her up by her hair and orders her to lean over a table. She struts over to the table switching her ass from left to right briefly turning to look at him and make sexy eyes to him. She approaches the table and leans over it. He approaches her from behind and lifts her dress and swats her hard on her bottom.

"Thank you, Mr. Braxton, may I have another?"

"Sir will do just fine."

"Yes Sir."

He swats her bottom repeatedly and fiercely until he sees that her bottom is red. He walks away and picks up a feather duster. He begins to put a condom on the handle.

"You know, I’ve always wondered what you look like with a tail." He pushes the handle deep into her ass as she takes a deep breath and lets out a sigh of pleasure.

"Now I want you to walk across the room and don’t you dare cum. When I feel that you have earned it, I will allow you to cum."

"Yes Sir." Camille stands and begins to walk across the room. She can feel her excitement building up and stops right in the middle of the room to keep herself from being disobedient.

"Why did you stop?"

"I’m trying not to cum, Sir."

"Good girl."

She manages to get herself under control and continues to walk across the room.

"Come here girl."

Again she walks back across the room back to Mr. Braxton. He bends her over and removes the feather duster from her ass.

"Now go lay on the table."

"Yes Sir."

Obeying him, she climbs up on the table and lies on her back. He takes her hands one by one and raises them stretched out above her putting them in restraints. He then goes down to her feet, spreading each one of her legs so far apart that she feels like she’s going to be split in half right down the middle.

"You have no room to move little girl; what are you gonna do?" He puts a ball gag into her mouth and makes sure that it’s well in place. He turns away to light candles around her.

"This will be a night that you will never forget." She looks at him as if to say, "You don’t know the half of it." Out of nowhere she feels a sensation as if she’s being cut across her torso. He has a flogger and is giving her an intense flogging. After about 10 minutes of flogging enough wax is melted in the candle to pour on her. He picks up the candle and drops hot wax drop by drop on her freshly flogged skin. He looks at her and sees that she is crying and he licks the tears from the sides of her eyes. He caresses and kisses her punished body. As he kisses, caresses, and licks her, he goes down lower on her. She feels the tingle building up in her as he licks and sucks on her clit. The only thing she can do is wiggle her hips to try to discourage him from continuing so that she won’t cum. Despite of her attempt he licks and sucks harder and faster. She screams from behind the gag in her mouth. Suddenly he quickly rises up and she breaths a breath of relief. He removes the gag from her mouth.

"What is it child?"

Panting like a dog, "Nothing Sir, I just can’t handle any more licking and sucking." He giggles at her, "But you do enjoy it don’t you?"

"Yes Sir"

"Very well then, I will allow you to cum."

"Thank you Sir."

He removes the restraints from her wrists and ankles and stands her up only to restrain her in the same position, but on her feet. With her arms and legs wide apart he walks to her with a vibrator in hand and he begins to kiss her and message her clit with the vibrator. He stops and she gives him a puzzled look again. He walks away and returns with nipple clamps. He pulls and tugs until her nipples are securely in the clamps. Candles are still burning and he begins to flog her breasts. She takes in a deep breath trying not to cry out. She manages to hold it all in but that didn’t stop the tears from flowing down her face. He places the ball gag back into her mouth and begins to paddle her again; only this time it’s the most merciless feeling that she has ever felt before. It seemed that no matter how much she squirmed around and screamed from behind the gag in her mouth, he would never stop spanking her. Once again he flogs her breasts, only this time he pours the hot candle wax on her nipples. He walks behind her and pours hot candle wax on her ass. By this time she has snot and tears flowing all over the place. He takes a good look at her and walks away. He returns with a roll away mirror and places it in front of her so that she could see her reflection.

"Who would have thought that I would have someone looking as nasty as you do working here?"

Camille’s eyes widen as she is stunned by what he is saying to her.

"Just look at your filthy face. You look like some third world person. You look like a piece of shit. Just look at yourself, all snotty and shit. You look like a filthy slob."

He walks from behind her and removes the mirror. He places the vibrator back over her clit, occasionally fucking her with it. Her heart begins to pump harder and her breathing becomes faster and harder.

"That’s it baby, cum for your Master. Let me hear it." He removes the gag once again from her mouth. No sooner than he does that, she throws her head back and releases herself. Her body moves uncontrollably as she screams. Starting with her ankle restraints he releases her from them both and she collapses to the floor.

"Damn, Mr. Braxton, I didn’t know you had all of that in you."