Chapter 1

Things at work had been going slowly, due in large part to the almost daily late afternoon rain showers we'd been getting; that, and the fact that I had been going through a personal dry spell. Everything seemed to brighten, and change for the better, when my housemaid, Rachael, came to work for me. The day she had knocked on the door in response to the ad in the local paper, I hired her on the spot.

She had genuine warmth and a raw sexuality that just seemed to radiate from her. She was a beautiful girl, a few years younger than I, with a bubbly, but very shy, personality. I found her quite attractive, and often found myself thinking, frequently, of making her my submissive.

She was a little on the heavy side, but I didn't mind. I believe that is what attracted me to her to begin with. She had beautiful large breasts that hung heavily from her chest and swayed as she moved about the house. I found her body to be intriguing, to say the least.

You see, Rachael and I had a strict no strings ... strictly employer/employee relationship that had been fantastic for the last couple of months. I had originally hired her to clean my house, when, suddenly the business took off to such a degree, that it left little time, to almost none, to tidy up behind myself. Rachael was a fantastic housekeeper and was always very polite to me.

In the recently ended relationship of five years with my ex, who was really into bondage and being dominated sexually, I quickly fell into the role of Dominant, and Becca had proven to be an excellent sub. Everything was going well, until the day I caught her stealing from the business account behind my back.

That night, after the confrontation at work, and Becca's arrest, I had a lock smith come to the business before I left and change the locks. I then came home and packed up all our toys and restraints, and proceeded to throw out all her lingerie and clothing while I waited for the same locksmith to come change the locks on the house.

That had been four months ago. Rachael came to work for me two months later.

One day while I was home from work because of one of those sudden, early fall downpours, Rachael happened across the box of items from that previous relationship that I'd forgotten. I'd just thrown everything into a box, tossed it onto the floor of my closet and had left it.

Usually, when working at home, I had the habit of walking around in my loose jogging pants most of the time. Today, there was one minor change. In order to judge Rachael's reaction ... I deliberately forgot to wear my boxers. Lately, unknown to Rachael, I had caught her glancing at my manhood as its outline showed against the cotton fabric. I wanted to try and embarrass her, just a little, so I acted as if nothing was different.

I walked past her a couple of times as she was scrubbing baseboards, or bent low dusting. By my doing this, it brought my cock directly level with her eyes. The look on her face was priceless as my cock bobbed when I walked, mere inches from her face, and she tried not to look at it ... or me.

I was enjoying teasing her, yet had no intentions of using my authority over her, in order to advance my own sexual urges. That was a line I did not intend to cross. But, as they say, "the best laid plans of mice and men often go astray."

On the afternoon of the heavy rain, I had been in my room and had stopped to take a break as the sound of the rain beating against the windowpane had drawn me over to the window to look out.

During the slow-down at the business, I had taken to working at home. The papers that were now strewn about my bed were my copies of the evidence I had needed to take to my CPA to prove that Becca had been stealing and the shortages had not been due to mismanagement of the business.

With a light knock at the door, and after not receiving an answer, Rachael peered inside and asked if she could enter. I called out for her to enter without turning from the window.

"Mr. Black? I was wondering if you'd like me to straighten your closet, and change the summer clothes to the slightly heavier winter clothes? I mean, if it won't bother you, that is." She asked softly.

Rachael had a way of asking a question so it never seemed as if what she wanted to do would be an intrusion or that she would be an interruption.

"Sure Rachael, come on in," I consented.

Not paying any attention to her, I went back to sorting through the mountain of receipts and statements. She came back and forth bringing clothes to my closet, and then putting the empty hangers into the closet in the now empty, spare bedroom.

I lost track of time as we each went about our separate tasks. Rachael was quiet as she began straightening the other things stored in the closet. After a little while, I noticed that she had become very quiet, save for the occasional rustling of cardboard. I eased off the bed and made my way over to the walk-in closet.

My sock covered feet made no noise as I slipped up behind her to take a peek at the rustling sounds. When I saw what box was in Rachael's lap, I didn't know whether to feel embarrassed or to chuckle out loud. As I continued to stand behind her, I watched her look inside the box and withdraw a set of black leather ankle restraints as her face blushed a bright red.

On the floor beside her, next to her left thigh, I noticed the other various restraints, vibrators, and assorted goodies. She sat, mesmerized, by the items she had found in the box. Not wanting to scare her, I spoke quietly.

"Umm, can I help you with something?"

"Oh god!" She half-screamed and was obviously startled.

She jumped at my soft tone, and her hand dropped the cuffs. They landed with a clink as the chain connected with the hardwood floor of the closet.

"You have been snooping!" I said in a low deep voice.

"I-I-I umm well ... I ... uh," she stammered.

"Spit it out, girl!" I shouted.

I could see fear streak across her face, and I quickly decided to ease up a bit.

"It's okay girl, I just wanted to see your reaction." I said, as my mouth curved into a soft smile

"Mr. Black. I am so sorry. The box was unmarked. What is all of this for?"

As her question showed an honest curiosity, I thought I would indulge it. Rachael was red-faced as she asked her question bashfully. I couldn't help chuckling even as I spoke sternly.

"What do you think it is for, Rachael?"

Her face flushed a bright red as she lowered her eyes in abject embarrassment, shrugged, and shook her head. I took her hand, helped her up, then bent and picked up the box that had slid from her lap when I startled her.

We crossed the carpet until we could sit on the foot of the bed as I explained my past relationship to her. She hung on every word as I described the lifestyle to her.

"I thought that stuff only happened in dirty movies!" She announced.

"Well my dear, it is often played up a little in films, but ... it is very real," I noted. I sat silent for a moment, and then decided to take a chance and lay it on the line.

"Rachael? Do these items interest you?" I asked.

For a moment, she sat very still and was disturbingly silent as she pondered her reply. Finally, she looked up from the cuffs in her hand and looked me directly in the eye as she gave me her answer.

"Uh huh. Yes, they do."

"Well then, finish your chores, and I will return later in the evening. For now, I must get these papers to my accountant."

I paused briefly from putting the papers in order and looked at Rachael, holding her gaze with mine.

"You have two hours in which to finish up for today. Now that you've found the box, go ahead and leave it out. When you've finished the closet, take the vibrators, and any other toys that appeal to you, into the bathroom and run a sink of hot, hot water. I want the toys you've chosen to be sterile when I return.

"Then ... you will shower and wash your hair. Once that's done, you are to go down and begin to prepare a light supper for us both."

I stood quickly, crossed to my desk and put the papers into my briefcase, then snapped the lid closed. I grabbed the handle and headed for the door, letting Rachael think I had forgotten she was still standing there. At the door, I turned and addressed her.

"Oh, Rachael ... one other thing, please. When you go down to start supper, you are to wear nothing except an apron. Is that clear?" I turned and walked out ... saying nothing more ... and left her to digest exactly what I meant.

As I turned the key in the ignition of my pickup, I chuckled to myself at the thought of her, sitting where I had left her, on the end of my bed, in total quiet. I felt sure her mind was racing at the thought of what was to come later and whether or not she should just leave and never return.

I was soon pulling into the parking lot of my CPA's firm, and as I parked I knew Rachael's leaving wasn't going to happen; simply because of the smile I had seen on her face as she was looking in the box.

I got the distinct impression that this was something she desperately wanted, if not something she needed. She appeared to be a very lonely girl underneath her friendly, bubbly exterior. The kind of attention I had in mind, was just what I knew she craved.

I parked my truck, and took the key out of the ignition. It was still raining, so I picked up my cell and called Ron to tell him I was outside and needed to be buzzed in. Once inside, I turned over all the papers in my briefcase and we sat down to make certain I hadn't forgotten any important ones. This meeting, when ended, had taken the better part of the two hours I had given Rachael to finish up at the house.

After leaving Ron's office, I stopped at the local wine cellar and picked up an expensive bottle of vintage 1974 Cabernet. Thinking of Rachael and the upcoming evening ahead, I realized that my wanting to have her relax, yet still able to enjoy without feeling too awkward, was paramount.

I didn't want her drunk; I just wanted something to take the edge off. I could imagine her standing there in the kitchen stark naked, being so self-conscious about her body that she would be trying to hide herself behind either the butcher top island counter or the pantry doors near the stove. Neither was going to be allowed.

I had been gone nearly three hours by the time I finally returned and was anxious to get things rolling. I opened the door to the mouth-watering aromas of Chicken Parmesan and French bread. The smell of dinner almost made me forget the plans I had.

I looked around and couldn't see Rachael anywhere. As I walked into the kitchen, I saw the pantry door ease open a crack.

"Mr. Black? Is that you?"

"Yes my dear. Come out; come out. I want to have a look at you."

"I ... I don't think you will like what you see," she announced from behind the pantry door.

"That wasn't a request!" I boomed, "I told you to come out for inspection."

Without a word, she slowly emerged, her breasts covered by her apron and her face was the color of fresh tomatoes. Silently, I circled her and raising my hand, brought it down swiftly and swatted her bare ass as I passed behind her.

"Take your apron off, Rachael. I can't see your beautiful body!" I chided.

"You really think I am pretty Mr. Black?" she asked in a surprised tone.

"Yes, My Pet. But, first things first ... you are no longer to address me as Mr. Black. From now on, I am to be addressed as Master or Sir! And, you are not to speak unless I ask for a response from you, do you understand?" I asked.

Uncovering her large breasts, she revealed her thumb-sized, dark nipples, which pointed towards the floor as she released them.

"Yes Master, I understand," she conceded.

For a moment, I continued to circle her, taking in the beauty of her breasts which hung heavily against her belly, and the slight roll of her stomach which hung over her curly brown patch of pubic hair.