Chapter 1

I knew that my life had just changed drastically, but I still didn’t fully understand what these changes would be. My command of English is not great, so I am trying to persuade myself that I must have misunderstood what Marie had said. Yes, she was upset because I had been fucking around with her husband, so she must have just been punishing me and trying to scare me to stay away from James. However, I could not be more wrong.

I hear James drive up and come in the house. From my room in the attic, I am too far away from the living room to hear anything discussed between James and Marie. I don’t hear any screaming, so I take that as a good sign. My heart is beating so hard in my chest that I am sure that anyone looking at me, would see it beating through my ample chest. Then I hear footsteps coming up the stairs, and I gasp, I hold my breath, and I feel like time has stopped, as I watch the door knob turn.

In walks James followed by Marie. I see the looks on their faces and suddenly my legs feel weak and I feel like I will pee myself. They move close to me, each standing in front of me, but to opposite sides of me. It is impossible to look directly at both of them at the same time, so I have to switch back and forth. This unnerves me and makes me feel like a trapped animal. Neither says a word for what seems like an hour, but is probably not more than five minutes or so. It makes me feel even more nervous and desperate for them to say something ... ANYTHING.

“So, Marie tells me that you finally understand your purpose in this house. Is that true whore?” he asked me. This was not what I meant when I thought “anything”. It was also not something I even had a clue how to answer, so I just stood there with my mouth open, gaping, looking from one to the other.

SLAP, Marie slaps me right across the face with a sharp sting and yells, “Don’t make me look like a liar you stupid cow. Tell James what I told you!”

“Sssshe said I was going to do a lot more to serve you both, James,” I answer as I rub my stinging face with my hand.

SLAP, Marie slaps my other cheek, fast and violently. “James???? Is He your lover or your Boss, you fucking whore? You will address Him as Sir or Master from now on. Is that clear BITCH???”

“Yyyyesss, Miss Marie ... I am sssorry. I didn’t mean anyhing by that. I will do better,” I answer her, as I look at the ground.

“You better do a LOT better you stupid cunt. And if you really want to do better, you need to learn your place. Get on your knees bitch, NOW!” Marie orders.

My legs are trembling and my breathing is ragged, as I lower myself to my knees. I can’t look up at them and I feel the heat rise in my chest and face, as I blush so red. I see how my chest is rising and falling, as my breath is more like panting. I feel such an overwhelming feeling of shame and humiliation. I feel so afraid and trapped. I also start to feel an all too familiar excitement, that I have felt so many times before back in Belgium, while kneeling at the feet of way too many Men, waiting for them to shove their cocks in my mouth. Then I started to feel the inevitable heat and dampness seeping into my panties. I can’t help my instinctual reaction and I start to squirm from side to side. as I feel my juices start to leak out of my panties and down my leg.

“Oh my GOD,” Marie says, as she notices my squirming and the shine of my juices on my thigh. “She is fucking getting off on this, James. Look at how her cunt is leaking all down her legs. Oh we definitely found the right whore. We struck gold with this slut” They both laugh, shaming me even more, but also making jolts of electric excitement shoot through my entire body, exploding in my already oversensitive pussy. I audibly gasp, which confirms to them that they did, in fact, have me exactly where they wanted me ... exactly where I belonged.

“Go ahead whore, rub that needy cunt. I know you want to. I know you need to. Don’t you, you nasty cunt?” Marie asked me.

I don’t look up ... I can’t look up ... I just nod, as I feel the heat from my face through my neck to my chest, as I blush even redder than before.

“Rub your whore slit you nasty cunt. Put on a show for us. Make it good,” Marie commands me.

I reach up under the skirt of my maid uniform ... my hand is trembling ... I feel the heat and wetness as my hand cups my panty covered pussy. I moan. Without thinking, I push my knees farther apart, opening myself so I can get more of my hand on my needy pussy.

“Pull your fucking skirt up you stupid cow. We can’t see anything. Tuck your skirt into the waistband of your panties. Push your panties to the side,” Marie orders me. I do as she commands with one hand, while never even stopping my rubbing and pressing on my wet pussy with my other hand. I feel myself getting more and more desperate to cum.

“Look up at us!” Marie commands. I jump, hearing her sharp words, but do as I am told. I immediately feel the overwhelming shame of having them watch me as I perform like a trained monkey ... a trained sex monkey. I moan and feel myself closer still to a HUGE orgasm.

Marie sees on my face that I am close to cumming. “STOP!” She commands. I can’t process her order ... I am on automatic pilot, rubbing, pressing, grinding my fingers against my desperate pussy.

SLAP, I feel the sting of her hand across my face again. It shocks me out of my sexual daze. It almost pushes me over the edge. I am very lucky that it didn’t. I can see in her eyes, that she really wants to hurt me if I disobey her. I can almost see disappointment on her face that I obeyed her.

“You are not to cum until either James or I let you. Is that clear whore?” she asks me. I nod and see her pulling her arm back to hit me again, so I quickly say, “Yyyyesss, Ma’am. I understand. I won’t cum.”

“Good slut. Maybe you aren’t as stupid as I thought. Now, don’t even think about cleaning that nasty whore cunt, and put on a better bra,” Marie commands. Then she roots through my underwear drawer and pulls out a black lace push up bra, that I usually don’t wear because it makes my already large tits, stick out so much that I look like a Barbie doll or something. I usually only wear it when I am clubbing and looking to get laid. I would definitely never wear it around the house, in my uniform, that already has such a low cut neck line.

Marie sees my face and must know what I am thinking. She says, “That’s right whore, sluts should look like sluts ALL the time. It will be even more important tonight. We will be having guests over for dinner.” Then both she and James laugh loudly, and this makes me feel a sense of dread over what will be happening tonight.

“You will be serving our guests tonight, at dinner, for drinks after, and for what ever they want.” “Mmmm,” she says as she sniffs the air. “I am sure they will all be able to smell that needy cunt of yours also ... and with your tits pushed out like that, I am sure you will be doing a LOT of serving tonight...” They both laugh again.

“Be ready and standing by the door at 6, to welcome our guests, as they arrive,” Marie says, as she and James walk out of my room, to dress for their guests. I realize I am still on my knees with my skirt tucked in the waistband of my panties and my panties pushed to the side, as I think about what will be coming tonight.

Chapter 2

I stand on trembling legs, trying to keep my breathing under control, as I hear the first cars start to arrive. “Wwwelcome Sssir, may I take your coat?” I ask, stammering, as the first man arrives at the door. He looks at me strangely, noticing my nervousness. Then I see his eyes dip to my ample chest and see his eyes widen as he gets a good look at how my tits are pushed up and out and how my low cut blouse, presents my full cleavage, like my tits are being served on a platter. I blush and look down, immediately feeling that intoxicating mix of shame and arousal, that is like a drug to me.

I repeat this scene almost identically with the next guest to arrive, but this man arrives with his VERY prim and proper seeming wife, who looks at me like I am the biggest whore she has ever seen. Her husband, on the other hand, leers at me like he wants to just bend me over right there in the doorway and fuck the shit out of me. This happens four more times, until there are finally ten guests total, four couples and two single men. By this point I have been judged and ogled by just about everyone and I think to myself, “FUCKKKKKK, this is going to be a VERY long night.”

As I am busily moving around the room preparing the table, I see James and Marie talking with their guests. What makes me nervous is when they are pointing at me and I see them laughing together. I have no idea what they are joking about, but I am certain, it isn’t anything good for me.

As dinner is served, they all move into the large dining room. James walks up behind me and whispers in my ear, “Remember whore, what ever happens tonight, you take it. Someone does something to you, you thank them. Someone asks you to do something, anything, you do it. Got it?” My whole body shivers as his words sink in. “Yyyess, Sssir,” I almost whisper, my voice is so husky from my breathlessness. I can smell my excitement, my pussy is so wet and still overstimulated from my masturbation for them earlier. I feel like I am wobbling on my heels as I continue to move around the room serving the guests.

As I am reaching down to place a plate of food in front of one of the single male guests, I feel fingers reach up under my skirt and press into the damp groove of my panties. I gasp and jump and almost drop his plate on the table. I catch myself before I try to slap his hand away. I just stand there, as he explores with his fingers, up and down, pressing my wet panties into the swollen and sensitive groove of my pussy. I feel a wave of arousal so overpowering, that I have to brace myself on the table with my hands, to keep from falling to the floor.

Everyone laughs. It seems everyone is fully up to speed about me. I feel like I can’t slide any lower, than I am right now. Yes, you are right. I can and I do slide even farther down, as the night goes on.

I get control of myself and stand on my own two feet again. I feel him pull his hand back out from under my skirt. Then SLAP, he spanks me on the ass with his hand and tells me, “Go on now, I’m done with you ... for now.” For the rest of the meal, I am fondled and grabbed and fingered randomly. Some show no interest in me one time, and then the next, they are pushing a finger deep into my wet, and by now, desperate to cum pussy. It is like they are all working together to get me so overstimulated that I will go crazy, but not enough to push me over the edge and let me cum. It is driving me insane. I feel myself pressing my thighs together as I await the next command or request. I feel like my whole body is a live wire and with each touch I am electrocuted. They all laugh at me when I whimper, at the slightest glance of a finger over my sensitive pussy lips or when I GASP, when someone flicks my tender clit.