Unknown - Her brute master

"I'm still not sure what you mean, Sir," I said, lying, knowing exactly what He was getting to but wanting to hear Him say it.

"Your responsibilities will be confined to one room. Would you like to see it?"

"You mean that I will not have to clean and dust this whole house but just one room of it?" I asked.

"That is precisely right. Is this acceptable to you?"

By that time anything He said would have been acceptable to me. I was quickly falling under His spell. He was everything Brad was not, and more. He was mature, self-confident, commanding and assertive. I was willing to say, do, or be anything He asked me to.

I followed Him down the hallway to His special room. My knees were wobbly, not just from the unaccustomed high-heeled shoes, but from the growing sense of sexual excitement that was building between us. I felt myself starting to get warm, and wet. I wondered what would happen if I got so excited that I started dripping on the carpet. Would He be flattered that I found Him so exciting, or would He be angry with me for dirtying His rug?

Up the stairs and down the hall, past the maid's quarters to the very end of the corridor, I was getting more excited with every step. When we finally arrived at the door I was nearly trembling with anticipation.

"I hope you appreciate what an honor I am paying you by showing you this room after such a short acquaintance, Miss Cramer."

"I do, Sir, I do."

He slowly opened the door. I almost expected it to squeak on its hinges. Inside, the room was dim, a sharp contrast to the brightness of the rest of the house.

"Come in, Miss Cramer, don't be bashful," He said, gently.

I stepped in slowly, holding my breath, looking around.

"This is my special room, my pleasure room." He walked over to a large, overstuffed armchair and sat in it. "In this room, all thoughts, all activities are directed to enjoyment. It is a kind of shrine to hedonism. Does this shock you?"

"No, Sir," I said slowly. "I have never seen a room like this before, but it is your room, and it is not my place to make judgments about it."

"Miss Cramer, you amaze me. I think we will develop a worthwhile relationship, in time. But first, why don't you look around and see if you can find something that interests you?"

"Excuse me?"

"Just take your time and explore my little room here. This will be your domain, your responsibility to keep clean and orderly. I want you to feel at home and I want to see what pleases you."

I stood in the middle of the room and turned in a circle, slowly, trying to take in everything at once. On every wall were pictures of women, beautiful naked women. Some of them were in the midst of sexual intercourse, others were doing things I could not quite decipher but all of them were unmistakably experiencing ecstasy. I wanted to feel what they were feeling.

At the same time I was aware of His eyes on me, watching me. I stood for a long time with my back to Him, letting Him see the bottom of my ass. I wondered if He was getting as excited as I was. It was impossible to tell, He gave me no indication at all.

Against one wall was a glass display case. I walked over to it, keeping my legs slightly apart so that He could have glimpses of my pussy. I had never intentionally exposed myself to anyone before. I found I liked it. In the case was an assortment of dildoes. They were arranged according to size, starting with one about the size of my little finger and ranging up to one with two heads that must have been over two feet long. In between were dildoes of every shape and description imaginable, from smooth plastic battery operated vibrators, to large black rubber artificial penises with straps and reservoirs so they could be filled with liquid and worn.

"May I open the case?" I asked.

"Of course you may. I want you to enjoy yourself."

I selected one from the middle of the display. It was a realistic looking ten inch vibrator. The head and shaft were intricately formed to simulate folds of skin and veins. I was getting increasingly excited just holding it.

"A very good selection, Miss Jodie."

I turned to face Him, holding the dildoe to my breast, as if it were a treasured object.

"In the lower drawer you'll find a plastic sheet," He said, "bring it here."

I did so and stood in front of Him with the dildoe in one hand and the sheet in the other.

"Now, I want you to spread the sheet out on the floor in front of me."

I did as He instructed. My thighs and breasts were beginning to tingle.

"Please, just sit down and enjoy yourself," He smiled at me.

"Excuse me, but I want to be sure I understand you," I said. "You've offered me a job as a maid, but what you really have in mind is for me to sexually exhibit myself to you."

"That is what I've asked you to do now. I may have other instructions for you at other times." The smile faded from His face and He looked at me sternly. "You claimed that you were able to follow orders. If you misrepresented yourself, then I may have to take steps to correct the problem."

What would He do to "correct the problem" I wondered. Would it involve some discipline?

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you," I said. "Sometimes I say things I don't really mean."

"You must learn to control yourself. Self-discipline is very important in life, especially for someone as young and beautiful as yourself."

"I apologize, I'll try to be good from now on."

"That's better, that's the proper attitude for someone in your position."

With no further discussion, I spread the plastic sheet on the floor in front of His chair. I sat down on it right in front of Him. I raised my knees and spread my legs, giving Him a clear view of my sex.

The plastic already began to stick to my skin, it felt hot and clammy, very confining and uncomfortable. I switched on the vibrator and placed it at the entrance to my vagina.

With two fingers of my left hand I spread my pussy lips apart while I teased my clitoris with the head of the dildoe. My cunt was already wet and shining, the dildoe made me hotter, drops of pussy juice ran out of my cunt and dripped down my ass, making my buttocks stick to the plastic sheet even more.

I looked up at Him. He was watching me intently but otherwise sat motionless in His chair. His eyes were fixed on my cunt and what I was doing to it.

I pushed the dildoe into my vagina, slowly, a centimeter at a time, watching Him for a reaction all the time. Waves of pleasure began to spread out from the vibrator, up my pussy, through my stomach, all the way to my head.

My breathing was getting ragged, I could feel my orgasm starting to build. I was hot and embarrassed at the same time.

"Don't you want to… join me?" I asked. "I could enjoy myself more if this were you." I pushed the dildoe all the way into my vagina, just the base of it could be seen protruding from my pussy lips.

"You haven't earned it yet," He said, smirking just a little.

I felt myself flush red, all the way from my face all the way down to my breasts. "Please, I can make you happy, and you'll make me very happy. Please."

I laid down on my back and spread my legs wide. I pushed the dildoe in and out of my vagina quickly, feeling my orgasm getting closer and closer.

"Please, please, I'm almost coming. I want you to come with me. Come in me, please," I begged Him.

"You haven't earned my pleasure yet, my dear," He said. "But I will give you a sample."

He stood up and unzipped His pants. I licked my lips in anticipation. He pulled out His prick and started stroking it. It was ten inches long, hard and luscious looking.

"Just lie there, my dear, enjoy yourself. I would like to watch you experience your orgasm while I have mine."

He stood over me, His feet between my legs. He was watching His prick and my cunt at the same time.