Ch 24

Since the encounter with Penny had ended without a true release to keep her wanting for more, I had found myself with a raging boner aching for a release. Luckily, I had the perfect person for me to handle that. The time it took me to return the rental car didn't help my arousal any.

On my way to return, the arousal was starting to get rather unbearable. A quick look at the hidden camera feed I had installed revealed that Nicole was in the living room, with no sign of the girls. Katie was at her school, and it was still too early for Nancy to wake up. I wrote her a quick message. 'I'm about to come back. Wear a French maid costume, and wait for me at the foyer,' the message said.

I was pushing my luck. Nicole had impressed me with the extent of her submissiveness, accepting obediently no matter how much I had pushed her. But it was with one particular caveat. For the other encounters, I was next to her, pushing, dominating, and seducing as needed.

It was the first proper test of my remote domination.

Of course, I wouldn't dare to do that without the cameras around the basement and the first floor, allowing me to observe the situation, ready to be involved in case of an emergency.

So, I was watching while Nicole lay on the seat in front of the TV, enjoying the silence of the house by lazing around. I couldn't help but feel fascinated by her though, as even when wearing a boring pair of sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, she looked ravishing —though her obvious lack of a bra did play a critical role on that particular aspect.

Then, her phone buzzed, and her expression transformed completely the moment she checked the screen, relaxation was replaced by panic, but I was familiar with her enough to notice the signs of growing arousal even through the imprecise eyes of my secret cameras.

I watched as her fingers danced on the phone screen, writing and erasing several messages, trying to compose an answer, but since my phone didn't ring even once, it meant that she failed to find the elusive message she had been searching for.

I decided to cut her search short. 'I will be there in five minutes,' read my next message. Her eyes widened immediately as she read that, and a moment later, she was on her feet, dashing toward the basement, the urgency of the situation cutting through her fears.

I didn't switch to the basement camera, not wanting to watch her as she changed clothing, mostly to maintain the mystique of the moment, just like anticipating a present on a Christmas morning. After all, due to my various jobs, I had managed to collect more than a few French maid costumes, spread along a spectrum of functionality and sexiness, some almost enough to be wearable while working as a proper maid, some excessive anywhere but a stage in a seedy strip club…

Unfortunately, Nicole stayed in the basement as I drove back, leaving me to suffer in anticipation. I was tempted to check the cameras to ruin the surprise, but after a lengthy struggle, I managed to resist the temptation. Though, I didn't forget to send a reminder just before I took the turn that would bring me the street of the house. 'Don't forget to wait for me at the entrance,' the message reminded her.

Still, until I pulled on the driveway, Nicole stayed in the basement. I was about to discard my little test as a failure when the door to the basement finally opened. She pushed her head out hesitantly, looking around to make sure the coast was clear, her body hidden behind the cover of the door. I put my phone back in my pocket at this point, wanting to see the costume she selected with my own eyes. I didn't expect much though, not if she could dare to walk the common areas wearing it.

I grabbed my camera and walked to the front door, not even bothering to bring the rest of the items inside, my shaft throbbing hard enough to hurt. I couldn't wait to rip whatever conservative costume Nicole had picked to wear. I knocked on the door, and she opened it…

Only for my mouth to fell open in shock. It turned out that Nicole hadn't opted for one of the more conservative costumes, ones that covered her whole torso and had a proper skirt. Instead, she had gone to the other side of the spectrum.

Like most maid's outfit, it was black with white lace trim and a matching white lace headpiece, along with a pair of black fishnet thigh high stockings to complete the package, ending with stilettos. She also had a feather duster, implying a desire to work, no matter how improbable it was with the rest of her costume. More importantly, the costume also had a black satin ribbon choker, an under-appreciated but critical part of the French maid outfit. The choker was necessary to underline the subtle sense of ownership, which was the ultimate basis of the fantasy. After all, any lingerie would have shown more skin, but wouldn't have matched the sexiness of the outfit.

Of course, the costume was lacking in several areas. For example, a backside, leaving her elegant back completely naked until where her panties started, wide enough to give a glimpse of the side of her boobs, removing any chance of putting on a bra to support her breasts —luckily, she didn't need any support.

The second thing the costume lacked was a skirt that was long enough to cover her panties when she was doing anything other than standing completely straight. I could see her hands twitching, tempted to pull the costume down, but that risked pulling down the whole costume. It was already hanging on her body by luck and prayer, waiting for the slightest mistake to slide down, as it lacked any kind of strap to keep it up, leaving her elegant shoulders completely naked. Also, even without pulling the whole costume down, the cleavage was outrageous enough, with a line low enough to reveal hints of her areolas, and dipping even deeper in the center.

Altogether, she was far too sexy to be put in a fashion magazine. No, anything less than a tasteful erotic magazine would have been fined aggressively for putting her in.

Luckily, she was all for me. Putting her out for commercial shoots was one thing, but I had no intention of revealing her to the public truly. No, she was mine.

From her fidgeting, I realized that I had lost quite a bit of time examining her costume, which made her anxious. To my defense, the revealing costume was a perfect fit for her curvy figure, especially with my raging arousal. "Shouldn't a maid greet the owner of the house?" I suggested with a smirk, clutching on the role-play to muddy the supposed power balance between the landlady and the houseguest even further.

She blushed at my words, but that didn't prevent her from stepping into my arms after I parted them invitingly. Her slender arms wrapped lightly around my waist, while I chose to go even lower, and my hands landed on the naked cheeks of her plump ass, checking her panties. At first, I thought them absent, but as I continued to explore the expanse under the deficient cover of her skirt, my fingers finally caressed it, which was barely more than a thin string struggling not to disappear in her cleft. A g-string was braver than I had expected.

To make it a proper greeting, I leaned and captured her lips, my tongue darting out. Surprisingly, it discovered hers halfway, creating a mini-embrace, no less delicious. Curious at her sudden show of initiative, I didn't press further, only for her to run her tongue across my lip. I let her take control of the kiss completely, and her tongue continued darting forward, playing with my tongue and lips. Her arms around my waist tightened, pulling me closer. While I felt the pressure of her spectacular tits on my chest along with her deepened breathing, I spent my time deepening my grip on her plump ass.

We continued to share the kiss for gods knew for how long, shivers were running up and down my spine from the combination of her tongue and hands. From her excited humping, I could see that it was even worse for her. Apparently, my repeated efforts finally managed to awakened her arousal completely, so much that I didn't need lengthy foreplay disguised as a photoshoot to get her motor running. Just ordering her to dress like a slut was enough.

She squeaked as I pinched her ass, but continued to kiss me for another minute before pulling back, proving that it wasn't just her sense of obedience that was enabling her lewdness.

After the kiss stopped, I left her behind and walked toward the couch in the middle of the room, plopping myself down, much to her shocked look. "A-aren't we going to have a photoshoot?" she asked as she walked closer, her eyes slipping toward the basement door, her fishnet-clad legs trembling in anticipation.

"No," I answered even as I smirked at her, enjoying the way her beautiful eyes widened. "I wanted you to change because I wanted some eye candy as you cleaned up."

"But …" she murmured, her shock palpable as her expression cycled while she tried to complete her words, only to fail halfway. "What if Katie comes home early, or Nancy wakes up?" she asked.

"Well, you better work fast, then," I suggested. There was nothing preventing Nicole from walking away after slamming the duster in my head, but also, there had been nothing that forced her to wear the sluttiest maid costume she could find; other than her own desires, as evidenced by the wetness on the center of her panties, visible whenever she walked. "Why don't you start by dusting," I offered.

Her expression of indecision barely survived under my decisive gaze. "A-as you wish," she murmured.

"Is this the way a maid should talk the master of the house?" I suggested, feeling lucky enough to push my luck even further.

"I-I'm sorry, sir. As you wish, sir," she said, her smile surprisingly wide after I nodded. When she walked toward the nearest table with her duster raised, there was a palpable spring in her steps. She started dusting the place obediently, keeping her attention on the task, but that didn't prevent her from providing me an excellent glimpse whenever she tried to reach something, whether she was facing me or her back was turned against me.

Initially, I was planning to tease her a bit more, maybe take a bunch of photos for my private collection, but the view of her ass, straining her g-string as if it was trying to escape its confining prison managed to change my mind. Five minutes of watching her clean were all could handle before I decided to act. "Bring me a glass of scotch," I ordered her.

"Yes, sir," she gasped, her voice tinged with arousal, recognizing the signal hidden in the change in tone. She went to the kitchen, her hips dancing temptingly. It might be hard to walk unsexily with a micro-skirt and a pair of stilettos in the first place, but Nicole really turned the heat up to eleven, her ass dancing with every single step, begging for me to stand up and take her on the kitchen floor. I managed to resist, but it was a close call.

From the rare hint of smugness flickering on her otherwise obedient expression as she walked toward me, carrying a generous glass of scotch, with no ice just like I liked. "You think you're clever, don't you, teasing your employer like this," I whispered, and she smiled softly, but not completely free of smugness.

"If my employer has a problem, maybe he could punish me in his bedroom," she whispered.

"Good idea," I whispered, and her smile widened. "Only partially, though," I added, and her smile flickered.

"What do you mean?"

"Since I'm your employer, I don't need your opinion about the best place to punish you. And I'm not in the mood."

"But…" she whispered, her smile erased by panic, but her arousal stayed constant. "What if the girls come early…"

"Not my problem," I answered immediately, aware that I was once again pushing my luck, but from her reaction to the maid costume, I was reasonably sure that it would be successful. "You should have thought that before teasing your employer. Now, on your knees," I said.

"But…" she repeated, but her halfhearted complaint didn't have the slightest importance, not when she followed my order after a second of delay, and crouched in front of me, the angle giving me a perfect view into her cleavage.

It was going to be fun…

It was a rush to see Nicole falling down to her knees just because I asked her to, in the middle of her living room, wearing nothing but a skimpy maid costume. The level of control she had surrendered in the last few days was simply unbelievable.

She said nothing after her initial half-hearted complaint, focusing on her task. She spread her legs wider to balance herself as she pulled down my shorts, allowing her skirt to ride even higher. It didn't add much due to the current angle, but if anyone walked in the room, they would see her plump ass, under the limited cover of a g-string. She didn't seem concerned in that, too occupied by the sight of my erection, throbbing aggressively

Her hands met at the base of the shaft, but she didn't waste any time before grabbing the crown with her beautiful pillow lips, her tongue jumping on immediately. She didn't push deep at first, but the enthusiastic pumping of her hands compensated for it, so I let her act to her heart's content for a while, enjoying the vibration of her soft moans.

However, I decided to change things a bit when her hands left their post, landing on my thighs to give her strength as she pushed deeper, swallowing half of it in one go. I put one of my hands through her beautiful brunette locks, leading her as she moved back and forth, while the other hand slipped down into her cleavage, cupping her breast.

That quickened her pace quite a bit as her head started pumping up and down, but she didn't neglect to pull out occasionally to give an aggressive lick to the side, showing just how far she had come from her earlier passive acceptance. Not only all thoughts of denying me had a well-past, but also she was eagerly experimenting on new things.

She was such a good landlady.

Her desire intensifying with every passing second, Nicole clearly cared nothing but the cock sliding back and forth between her lips as she hungrily sucked with all the enthusiasm of a new housewife cleaning her house, making my shaft harder and harder as it slipped repeatedly through her moist lips. She obediently followed my directions as I pushed her deeper and deeper, grabbing my thighs tighter to push herself.

Meanwhile, her nipples had turned rock hard under my fingers as I treated myself with her soft breasts, stretching the costume more and more, not that I cared about much. It was already a miracle that it was able to resist Nicole's curves. Moreover, if I wanted her to dress with that again, there were no problems making her wear a ripped costume. Not like it was going to stay on her for too long in any case.

But the real reaction came when I brought my foot to her crotch, the deficient cover of the g-string utterly unprepared to hold back her fire as it turned into a wet mess through her arousal. "Damn, you're wet," I commented, amused by the sudden blush it created. Apparently, sucking someone in the middle of her living room while wearing a maid costume that would have fit perfectly to a porn movie wasn't as shameful as commenting on her arousal —like it was a secret in the first place.

However, that only made Nicole moan louder, which in turn made me groan as the vibrations traveled across my shaft. I started pushing my hips forward to match her greedy gobbling, once again probing her throat. She accepted the change of pace obediently, giving in to my control utterly, letting me guide her back and forth as I literally fucked her mouth, not neglecting her tongue movement even for a second.

I pulled my hand out of her bustier, instead grabbed my camera. "Smile," I said as I took a few rapid photos, enjoying the way her eyes widened. "Don't worry, they are for the private collection," I reminded her, which managed to subtract the panic from her mood, leaving the only arousal it awakened. Her pushes quickened, enveloping my shaft with her throat, finally taking it all the way.

Then, she stopped, holding my shaft imprisoned in her throat as she gagged helplessly. "Damn, girl, you know how to keep your employer happy," I commented as I groaned once more, getting closer to cumming, my cock twitching in a warning.

However, Nicole stayed in the same position, even when my cock twitched as a threat. Only when it started bursting with my climax, she pulled herself back, but kept the head in her mouth, catching all of it, not letting even a drop go to waste. Watching her hum as she caught my cum, treating it like a spectacular wine, was an amazing rush. "Excellent, now swallow," I ordered, and she did so with great gusto.

"Amazing work," I commented even as I made her turn and pushed down, until she was on all fours on the floor. It was the most appropriate way to spoil a maid, I decided.

She barely reacted as I caressed the inside of her legs briefly before pulling down her g-string, leaving her lips naked, though her moans rose immediately when my fingers easily slipped into her slit, her hips bucking at the sudden—but welcome—intrusion to her core. "You're so wet," I murmured as I steadily moved my fingers up and down, rubbing her clit in the process.

Nicole could do nothing but stand on all fours, trying not to collapse as her body eagerly accepted my treatment. The faster my fingers moved, the louder her moans become, steadily climbing toward a climax as she was being finger-fucked in the middle of her house. However, as I felt the first hints of clenching, I pulled my hand back. I didn't want her climaxing under my fingers.

"What do you want, Nicole?" I asked even as I aligned myself to her entrance, ready to slam into her delicious expanse. "Tell me what you want?"

"I want your cock, sir," she gasped loudly, her voice strained with arousal, but somehow still managing to stick into her role. Or maybe, it wasn't.

"Good, but on one condition," I said even as I pushed the crown into her entrance. "You're going to promise that you're going to dress better around the house. I don't want to see you wearing frumpy sweatpants anymore. Instead, you're going to wear short skirts, even tinier shorts, and anything that covers your delicious belly is forbidden."

"But-" she started, only to receive a spank. "What about the girls?" she muttered.

"They are both adults, they can handle it," I said, enjoying the desperation as she pushed her hips back, only for me to pull back. "Promise, or I leave you like this, panting and aroused."

"Please, sir," she gasped desperately while I caressed her ass lazily.

"No, you either dress better around the house, or we stop for the day." I chuckled before continuing. "Be thankful that I'm not ordering you to walk around in lingerie."

Her gasp of panic was delicious enough to tempt me to invade her, but I managed to wait until her surrender. "I agree, sir. Now, please, fuck me."

"As you wish," I said I pushed forward, finally treating myself to the warmth of her pussy, enjoying as she stretched for my girth. And as much as I wanted to grab her tits, dangling as I slammed inside her, my hands were once more occupied by my camera, taking photo after photo. There was something delicious in recording the way her back arched as I invaded her once more, this time in the middle of her living room, essentially completing my conquest.

She was mine, there was no doubt about that.

However, after a while, the dance of her tits got too attractive to deny, so I put the camera on the side —after switching it to movie mode, to create another exciting home movie— and let my fingers sink into the great expanse she had on display.

"Oh, god, yes," Nicole moaned, surprising me with her initiative. Usually, she was too shy to speak —which was an interesting juxtaposition, as she wasn't too shy to be recorded while wearing transparent panties and being fucked— so the change was rather entertaining. "It feels amazing, fuck me harder," she added, and since I was a gentleman, I quickened my assault. With the quivering brunette in front of me, it wasn't exactly a chore.

"So, you want to cum," I whispered even as I started spanking her ass. "Such a slutty whore," I said even as I squeezed her ass. "Luckily for you, I'm a kind employer." I caressed her spine gently, contrasting my aggressive pumping, which finally triggered her climax.

I pulled out, just enough to flip her, so that she was laying on her back, with only the carpet to soften the floor. I lifted her legs and plunged, so that her ankles were around my shoulder, forcing her to bend whenever I pushed.

I kept one hand on her tits, the other reaching for the camera. "Smile for the camera, sweetie," I said even as I continued to pump inside her, and she was yet to process the aftermath of her initial shock. It was going to be normal sex, when I heard the sudden click of a door. I raised my gaze while a pair of shocked gasps reached my ear, one from Nicole…

One from Nancy…