Pathways to Submission: Sally
Copyright© 2023 by Rachael Jane
Chapter 21: Confrontation with Griff
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 21: Confrontation with Griff - Sally is a young woman looking for a new job. A chance meeting on a crowded bus introduces her to Penelope, a professional dominatrix. Penelope needs an assistant, and although Sally is naturally submissive and not ideal what Penelope wants, she asks Sally to call her. Sally is soon in Penelope's thrall.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Reluctant Slavery Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Interracial Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Illustrated
I’m returning from a trip to the supermarket, laden with three heavy bags, when I come face to face with Griff from apartment Three in the entrance lobby. While I’ve glimpsed Griff from time to time, I have avoided any contact with him after our initial meeting on the stairs a few weeks ago.
“You still around, trailer trash?” sneers Griff at me. “I thought you’d have learned right from wrong by now. Did you flunk school?”
I bite on my lip, resisting my desire to let fly with a retort. The man is obnoxious and bigoted. He’s clearly spoiling for a fight, and Mistress Penelope warned me not to engage with him. I simply walk around him towards the stairs.
He takes a step towards me as though he intends to grab me. However, the bags I am carrying block him from getting too close. Unable to do whatever he intended to do, he takes a swipe at one of my shopping bags, causing me to drop it. Some of the contents spill onto the floor, which Griff finds amusing. However, his game is ruined by the arrival of the resident of apartment One, exiting from his apartment door. He sees Griff and me, and looks puzzled at the scene.
I don’t know the man’s name, but Griff is obviously wary of the well built thirty-something man standing before us. Griff sheepishly bends down to help me gather the spilt contents of the bag. As soon as my bag is refilled, Griff hastily departs.
“Be careful of that one,” warns the man. “You must be Penelope’s maid. I’m Vince, the part-time building supervisor.”
“Hi. I’m Sally,” I reply. “Yes, I’m Miss Penelope’s maid at home and assistant at work.”
“I thought that was the case when I’ve seen you around. I like that sexy red outfit you sometimes wear. All very kinky, but then that Penelope’s style.”
“Have you known Miss Penelope a long time?” I ask.
“Yes. Ever since she moved in here a few years ago,” replies Vince. “She keeps to herself most of the time, and she doesn’t cause trouble like some residents I could name.”
I spend a few moments talking with Vince. I can see the hint of sexual interest in his eyes, but he remains polite and the conversation chaste. We part company with a friendly smile and I quickly resume my delayed preparations for Mistress Penelope’s scheduled return in just over half an hour.
Fortunately Mistress Penelope is twenty minutes late after her session at a client’s home ran over time. That has given me enough time to change into my uniform, put away the shopping, and start preparing a meal. When Mistress Penelope arrives, she settles onto the couch while I’m busy in the kitchen.
The apartment doorbell rings, and I look towards Mistress to see whether I’m to answer the door. If we are expecting guests then I’m usually required to answer the door. External visitors must ring from the exterior door downstairs, but occasionally a visitor gains access to the interior of the building through a ‘helpful’ resident in the lobby. However, this visitor is likely to be another resident of the building, and my vinyl uniform may not be well received. Mistress Penelope goes to answer the door, while I’m to remain in the kitchen.
“Hello, Penelope,” says Vince from the door. “I found this in the lobby. I think it’s something that fell out of Sally’s shopping bag earlier.”
I haven’t had a chance to tell Mistress Penelope of my altercation with Griff and of Vince’s rescue. Understandably she is perplexed by Vince’s comment.
“Come in Vince,” says Mistress Penelope. “Sally! Come and join us.”
Vince claims to have seen me in my uniform before, and I can only assume that’s when I’ve been taking out the trash, or moving to or from the communal laundry. I time my visits to reduce the likelihood of being seen, but the occasional sighting is unavoidable. This will be the first time Vince gets a close up view of me dressed as I am. Unsurprisingly the carrot he is carrying gets forgotten completely as the three of us discuss the incident with Griff. Vince’s constant attention in my direction makes me wonder if the carrot was actually one that I dropped, and or simply an excuse for Vince to visit Mistress Penelope’s apartment to see me.
“Sally is out of bounds to you, Vince,” laughs Mistress Rebecca, clearly aware of Vince’s attention. “She’s my maid, and she’s not available to clean up the mess in your apartment.”
At first I feel slightly hurt at the prospect of Vince’s visit being merely as a means of obtaining a free maid service, but his eyes belie that theory. His interest in me is more carnal. Despite him being ten years my senior, I’m not disinterested in his attentions.
Vince is politely shooed out of the apartment once it becomes apparent from the rattling pan on the stove that the meal I’ve been preparing needs my attention in the kitchen. Mistress Penelope joins me once Vince has departed.
“Vince is one of those we need to keep on our side,” says Mistress Penelope. “He and Freya upstairs are the only two residents I trust and respect. Do what you feel right to nurture your relationship with both of them. Keep clear of Griff in Three and the woman in Ten if you can. Griff will try to intimidate you, and the woman in Ten will harangue you with moral indignation.”
“Vince looked as though he wanted to fuck me, Mistress,” I reply, testing her reaction to such a possibility.
“That’s a typical heterosexual male reaction to an attractive woman wearing a sexy outfit. It’s up to you whether you let him fuck you. I’m not going to command you one way or another, as long as any sex is performed in your own time.”
“Will I have time to visit Freya tomorrow, Mistress?” I ask. “She’s invited me to visit for morning coffee or afternoon tea.”