Mistress Has a Treat for Melissa
Copyright© 2021 by Rachael Jane
Chapter 9: Pushing Boundaries
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 9: Pushing Boundaries - For two years Melissa has been the indentured housekeeper and maid to her mistress. Suddenly her mistress decides to give Melissa a special treat. But is this treat given for Melissa's loyal service or does her mistress have an ulterior motive?
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Slavery BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Incest Brother Sister BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Masturbation
“Mistress. I surrender my body and mind into your care. Command me, and I will follow with obedience, gratitude, and unwavering loyalty; bound to you by my chosen devotion,” recites Janet the next morning in response to Mistress Bethany’s command.
It’s the first time Janet has recited the Oath of Devotion correctly in front of Mistress Bethany. However, if Janet was expecting praise or a reward, then she is soon disabused of that notion. Mistress Bethany proceeds to check that Janet is wearing all her ‘toys’ under her work clothes.
“Undo the top buttons of your blouse,” says Mistress Bethany. “You look like a nineteenth century governess with your blouse done up like that.”
“Um. If I open the blouse then the collar will be visible, Mistress,” says Janet, uncomfortable with the idea of answering questions about the collar from her co-workers ... or worse still, her boss.
“So?” replies Bethany.
“What am I to tell my workmates about the collar? ... Mistress,” stammers Janet.
“Whatever you like. However, I suggest you don’t make up lies about any of your ‘toys’. Over time, those working close to you will notice most of them ... or at least, your reaction to them. Trying to keep up a series of lies about your ‘toys’ will soon become impossible. Talk with your sister. I’m sure she’ll be able to provide you with some guidance.”
Melissa is unsure what advice she can give to Janet. It took several weeks for Melissa to become comfortable with other people seeing her in her sexy outfits, collars and cuffs. However, once she overcame her initial fear, she found that most people ignore her fetishes, even if they don’t approve. Of course, there’s the occasional moral zealot who rants and raves at her ‘disgusting’ attire, but Melissa mentally blocks out such insults. In the end, all she can do is to tell Janet of Melissa’s earlier experiences. Janet nods in understanding, although she still remains exceedingly nervous at her boundaries being pushed.
As far as Janet’s ‘toys’ go, the earrings and ear-buds are usually hidden by her hair. Besides, neither of the items are overtly sexual. The nipple grommets, waist chain and vibrator are sexual, but they are well hidden underneath her clothes. Janet’s erect nipples push against her blouse if she’s not careful, but so far it hasn’t been a major problem. Only her collar is noticeable now her blouse has been restored to its usual lower neckline.
For better or worse, Janet arrives at the office and casually walks over to her workstation. Most of her colleagues are preoccupied with whatever they are doing, so nobody ambushes Janet on her way across the office. An hour later, Janet is noticeably more relaxed. If anyone has noticed her collar, then they’ve chosen not to say anything. Then disaster strikes in the worst way possible.
“Janet. Come into my office,” calls Janet’s boss from across the office.
Janet promptly obeys, and feels the concerned glances from her co-workers. Nobody gets summoned into Miss Wilkinson’s office like that unless they are in deep shit.
“Sit down, girl,” says Miss Wilkinson, closing her office door as soon as Janet enters. “Explain why you are wearing a control collar around your neck.”
Janet nearly wets herself in terror. Not only has Miss Wilkinson seen Janet’s collar, but she’s identified its purpose. Janet has no idea how Miss Wilkinson saw the collar from such a distance, nor identify its special purpose. Janet is so overwhelmed with the suddenness of the event that she can only blurt out the truth ... or at least enough of it to get her out of this room in one piece.
“Um. My new girlfriend has a fetish for dominance and I agreed to play along,” mumbles Janet. “It won’t affect my work. I promise.”
“I see,” muses Miss Wilkinson. “And does this girlfriend have a name?”
“Bethany.”
“And does she allow you to call her Bethany?”
“No. I must call her Mistress Bethany.”
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