Maid Elizabeth

Elizabeth Part 3

Tears flowed down Elizabeth’s face as she carried the tray back into the kitchen. She tried to eat some of the salad, but she could not. She was simply to upset to swallow any food. Had she ruined any chance of becoming her Masters permanent slave? She knew in her heart that he would send her away, deeming her unfit to serve him.

Giving up on eating anything, she dumped the food in the disposal, rinsed the plates and put them in the dishwasher. She was walking down the hall and paused outside my office door when she heard muffled screams and yelling coming from inside. She recognized the voices and wondered why Miss Katherine was being punished. Could it be that Miss Kat was being punished because Elizabeth had disobeyed orders? A chill ran up Elizabeth’s spine when she thought of the retribution that Miss Kat would extract from her for causing her Mistress to receive such a beating. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard yelling and footsteps coming towards the door. The girl scampered up the steps knowing that she did not want Katherine to see her now.

Elizabeth padded down the hall and entered the room that she had been directed to. The room had stark white walls, wooden flooring and was devoid of furniture. In the corner was a thin quilted pad on the floor and the chain and collar that she had been told about. The chain was fastened low on the wall and was long enough to allow the wearer to sit or lie down, but not stand.

The girl walked over to the corner and knelt down on the pad, facing the wall and the symbol of her enslavement. All thoughts of Kat and the repercussions to come from her actions this morning left her mind. Now her whole world consisted of 3 feet of chain, a collar and her Master. She reached out, tentatively, and ran her finger tips down the cold, heavy links of the chain. The fine hairs on her arms stood on end as she traced the tip of her index finger around the circumference of the steel collar that lay on the floor.

This was it. Elizabeth knew in her heart that this collar was the last crossroads between her former life and the total submission of her will to another. All that had happened to her in the past 24 hours had, in her mind, been play acting. This was real. Her hands trembled as she grasped the hinged halves of the collar and closed it around her neck. Her heart was pounding so hard she thought it might leap out of her chest, as she fumbled to manipulate the locking hasp. Then with an audible “click” it was over. She was a slave.

She lay on the pad, in the fetal position and wept uncontrollably. Not For the loss of her freedom or the pain and humiliation that she had suffered that day, but the fear that she would be sent away.

I sat slouched back in my chair the remainder of the afternoon pondering what had happened and trying to shape it into a positive path for Elizabeth’s progress as a slave.

I also thought about Kat. I guess I was loyal to a fault with her. After the incident with Maria she promised me that it would never happen again and I believed her.

I was nearly dark when I arose from the chair and headed upstairs to talk to Elizabeth.

She lifted herself to one elbow as I entered the room. Her make up was streaked down her face as she used her hand to rub the tears from her face.

I walked over to stand beside her and she immediately lunged forward and wrapped both arms around my legs and ground her cheek into my thigh.

“I’m so sorry Sir. I didn’t mean to disobey. I promise that it won’t happen again.” She blubbered in a continuous stream.

I reached down and stroked her beautiful black hair. “It’s alright Elizabeth. Kat was out of line. She pushed you to far to soon. She wanted you to fail.”

“No Sir, she gave me an order and I should have obeyed. I want to be a good slave, but I wasn’t and now you have punished Kat because I wasn’t. Now she will hate me and she should, I got her in trouble.” She continued to wail, nearly crushing my legs with her tightly wrapped arms.

I pried her arms from around my legs and sat down on the floor beside her. Pulling her head onto my lap I began.

“Kat is no longer working for me and you don’t need to worry about her anymore.”

“Oh no Sir, please say that you didn’t fire her because of me. It wasn’t her fault, it was mine. I should have done what she told me to do.” Elizabeth pleaded as her head rose up off of my lap.

“SShhhh”, I quieted her as I patted her head back down to my lap. “It’s a lot more complicated than that. I fired her for what she did to Maria and what she would have eventually done to you, had I not gotten rid of her.”

“May I ask Sir, who is Maria?”

“Maria was a young girl, about your age, who came to me about 3 years ago. She was high spirited and rebellious yet deep inside her was the heart of a slave. I spent many months taming that wild spirit with both the caress and the lash. As time passed she became the near perfect slave. She catered to my every need and misbehaved on purpose occasionally just to give me an excuse to punish her beautiful body.”

Elizabeth listened intently as I stroked her hair.

“When Maria came to me, she had just graduated with honors from business school. Kat believed that I intended to train Maria to be her replacement. That was never my plan, but Kat continued to see her as a rival. She also became more and more jealous of the increasing affection that I felt for the girl.”

“Sir may I ask a question?” Elizabeth interrupted.

“Yes”

“Were you and Miss Katherine ever…….did you?” the girl stopped, hesitant to finish her question.

“Were we ever lovers? Yes, when she first came to work for me, but, we soon realized that we each possessed dominate personalities and it just wouldn’t work. So our relationship became strictly professional. In hindsight, I see that Kat never gave up those romantic notions.”

“As my feelings for Maria grew, I could see Kat becoming increasingly vicious with the girl and I knew that I had to do something about it. I was leaving for a business trip and planned to sit down with Kat when I returned and get things straightened out. I will regret not having that talk with Kat sooner for the rest of my life.”

“When I got home from my trip, Katherine met me at the door with her eyes glowing and a bruise on her cheek.”

“What happened to you?” I asked as I turned Kat’s face to the side to get a better look at the mark.”

“That bitch of yours hit me.” Kat answered.

“Maria hit you. How did that happen?” I asked, knowing that while sometimes a hand full, Maria had never went that far.

“She just hit me, I was checking her cleaning, pointing out the things that she missed, and she swung around and hit me in the face.” Kat said, pointing at her face for emphasis.

“But she won’t do it again.” Kat said with an evil smile. “We had a little special training time in the dungeon.”

I felt my chest tighten as I asked, “Dear God what did you do?” as I rushed to the dungeon.

I burst through the dungeon door and stood there stunned, almost not recognizing what I saw before me. Maria was hanging there by her wrists, her head slumped forward, unconscious. She was covered with sweat and dried blood, as Kat had nearly whipped the hide off of her with the bull whip that hung on the wall beside the girl.

I rushed over and felt the girl’s throat for a pulse. It was faint, but she was still alive. I quickly wrapped an arm around her waist and raised her up. With my free hand, I was able to free her wrist cuffs from the hook in the ceiling. Her limp body slumped over my shoulder as I rushed upstairs. I wrapped her naked body in a quilt from the closet, carried her to the car and sped off to a private clinic that is operated by an acquaintance. Doctor Jeff Gordon had been active in the local “scene” for many years. I knew, with a little hush money for the nurses, the authorities could be kept out of the matter.

By the time we arrived and I carried her inside she was in shock and near death. The doctor and nurses worked frantically and were finally able to stabilize her and clean the many wounds on her body. For the next 3 days she remained unconscious as I stayed with her day and night. Then on the forth day as I dozed in the chair beside her bed, Maria awoke, sat bolt upright in her bed and started frantically screaming.

“I’M SORRY MISS KATHERINE, I DIDN’T MEAN TO, PLEASE DON’T WHIP ME ANYMORE. PLEASE, I’M SORRY!!!!

I sprang from my chair and hugged her battered body next to mine trying to calm her and keep her from pulling the tubes from her arms.

Hearing the commotion, one of the nurses rushed in and quickly injected a sedative into Maria’s IV. I felt the girl’s body go limp in my arms.

“She’s going to be out for at least the next 12 hours,” the nurse assured me. “Why don’t you go home and get some rest.”

I agreed to go. I had been in the same clothes for 4 days and had barely slept. I drove home showered and tried to get some sleep, but sleep didn’t come easily. Between my anger with Kat and my guilt for leaving Maria alone with her, I tossed and turned all night.

I returned to the clinic to find that Maria had awakened during the night, pulled the IV out of her arm and somehow managed to sneak out of the clinic undetected.

I searched for the girl for weeks and even hired a private detective to find her. It was fruitless. It was like the girl had fallen of the face of the earth.

I should have fired Kat after that, but I didn’t. She begged and pleaded and promised me it would never happen again. I wanted to take the whip to her, just as she had done to Maria, but I couldn’t do it. I don’t know whether I believed her remorse or if it was my own guilt for having left Maria alone with her in the first place. In either case, neither of us has ever mentioned her again, until today.

I suddenly returned to the present and looked down to see Elizabeth crying profusely. I gently turned her face towards mine. Elizabeth spoke.

“I’m so sorry Sir. I can tell that cared deeply for Maria. I will try my best to become as good a slave as she was, if you will have me?”

I smiled and rubbed a tear from her cheek with the back of my hand, “Of course I will have you and I’m sure in time you will make a wonderful slave. You don’t need to try and compete with a ghost from the past. But for now, it has been a long and emotional day, let’s go to bed”

I reached for the key in my pocket and unlocked the chain from her collar, leaving the stainless band around her neck. We both got up from the floor and I, taking her hand, led her to the bedroom.

As we entered the bedroom Elizabeth asked meekly, “Sir are you going to punish me here?”

With all that had transpired today, I had forgotten about my promise to punish her for her earlier transgressions with Kat. As I looked down into to her eyes, I could see need. I didn’t know whether it was the need for release or for redemption. The cause didn’t matter to her; she just knew that she needed punishment.

My brain, which had been in a fog for past few hours began to snap back into dominate mode.

“Undress me.” I commanded.

Elizabeth immediately sank to her knees and untied my shoes and removed them and my socks. She then reached up unfastened my belt and slacks and let them fall to the floor. The girl then nuzzled her cheek against my rapidly hardening cock as her hands slipped around and firmly grasped my ass cheeks. Grasping the waist band of my underwear she pulled them down and began placing ice cream cone licks the length of my penis. As tempting as it was to take advantage of her talented mouth again, I gripped her shoulders and stood her up before me.

Her tiny hands made quick work of my shirt buttons and slid the garment off my shoulders.

I instructed Elizabeth to stand at the foot of the bed as I collected the items I needed from the top drawer of the dresser.

I began by cuffing her wrists behind her and laying her on her back at the foot of the bed with her hips on the edge. Next, I placed ankle cuffs on her and attached each to the tall bedposts. This spread her legs in a wide V leaving Elizabeth very exposed and vulnerable. I reached down and began to wiggle the base of the butt plug that had been invading her rectum for the past few hours, causing a little moan to escape from her lips.

For despite the way it had been painfully driven in to her, as she became accustomed to the plug she began to be stimulated by its presence. Her breathing became ragged as I slowly slid the plug in and out. The girl was approaching orgasm when I removed the plug completely, eliciting a groan from her as her hips rose trying to reacquire the object that had just filled her.

I grabbed a light flogger and stood between the girl’s outstretched legs looking down at waifish body before me. Elizabeth’s body began to writhe gently as I slowly drug the thongs of the whip over her pert breasts. Her eyes widened as I raised the instrument up in preparation for the first stroke.

SWIP!

Elizabeth’s body went rigid as the flogger landed on her left breast.

SWIP!

SWIP!

SWIP!

I landed 3 more stokes in quick succession, alternating breasts, causing the girl’s body to twist and little squeaks to escape her lips with each slash.

Setting the flogger aside, I reached down and slid 2 fingers inside of her now dripping twat. She mewed as I began to massage her G spot, increasing the pace until she was frantically hanging at the edge of orgasm. Once again stopped short of allowing her release and picked up a pair of nipple clamps that I had modified by attaching a length of elastic cord to each.

“I’ve got a little surprise for you.” I said as I roughly mauled her right tit.

I attached a clamp to her turgid right nipple, eliciting a yelp, and tied the elastic around her right big toe. I tensioned the cord to provide a slight pull on her nipple. As long she didn’t move her foot or body she would be relatively comfortable, but any movement of her foot or body would cause the clamps to pull at her nipples. After I attached her left nipple in similar fashion, I plucked each cord like a guitar string, sending vibration down to the clamp, furthering her torment.

Continuing the girl’s punishment, I once again picked up the flogger and began to lightly brush it over her inner thighs and needy pussy. As the thongs drug through her slit, the fiction on her clit caused her to jump and curl her toes, sending a jolt of pain to her nipples.

I chided her, “Careful, if you wiggle around to much your nipples are going to get awfully sore.”

I then began to work over her inner thighs with the flogger. Beginning softly at first, then with increasing force I delivered alternating blows to her delicate skin. Soon she was twisting back and forth with the pain.  I became amused as I watched her poor little tits stretching out to cones of flesh and then resuming their normal shape as she alternately twisted and relaxed.

After her thighs had been thoroughly whipped, I stopped for a moment a Elizabeth caught her breath. “You punishment is over and you have bore it well. Do you wish to cum now?”

Grasping for air, she pleaded, “Yes Sir, please may I cum, please Sir”, bucking her hips in need.

“Yes you may cum”, I replied, “But only from the whip striking your pussy and only when I tell you to.”

“Yes Sir”, the girl answered, swallowing hard in anticipation of what was to come.

I began wind milling the thongs of the flogger as I inched them closer to her puffy lips.

Elizabeth began squealing as the leather strands began making contact with twat and engorged clit.

“O FUCK”

”O FUCK”

”O FUCK”

Finally, when her legs were strained so tightly I feared that she might snap off one of the bed posts, I granted her permission.

“You may cum now”, I said as I landed one last heavy blow squarely on her sex.

“OOOOOGGGGOOOODDDDDDD!!!!

EEEEEEIIIIIIIGGGGHHHH!!!!”

The girl screamed as the orgasm racked through her body with such force that she arched her body far enough to pull the clamps from her nipples, leaving her writhing in pain and pleasure.

As Elizabeth lay there panting and trying to recover her senses, I began to prepare her for my pleasure.

I grabbed a bottle of lube, squeezed a generous amount on my finger and began to lubricate her rosebud both inside and out. The first touch of the cold lube caused her sphincter to pucker tightly, but with persistent pressure from my finger I was able to penetrate her tight passage and soon her hips began to buck against my finger

I lubed my cock well and aliened it with her tiny hole. Despite for post orgasmic state, I could see a little fear in her eyes as I nuzzled the tip of my cock against her crinkled hole. With the exception of the butt plug that Kat had inserted in her earlier, she had no experience with anal sex.

Reassuring her, I said, “Relax I will start slowly”

She sucked in air quickly, as I started to inch my way into her cavity. I pushed in a little at a time and then stopped to allow her to adjust. After a few minutes of this, I was fully inserted and she was beginning to mew with pleasure again. Her rectum was so hot it felt like it was scalding my cock as I began to move it and out.

Feeling her muscles relax, I wrapped my hands around her tiny waist and began fucking her ass in earnest. Within minutes I was pounding her ass full speed, as she begged and pleaded to be allowed to cum again.

“PLEASE SIR, PLEASE LET ME CUM AGAIN!”  Elizabeth screamed as she thrashed her head side to side.

“You may not cum until you feel me cum inside your ass,” I panted trying to be heard over the slapping sound of my groin pounding against the girl’s ass.

After just a few minutes and with a final fierce slam into Elizabeth’s ass, I released into her clenching asshole. This opened the floodgates of the girl’s orgasm as her body arched and went rigid. She didn’t even breathe for about half a minute. Every muscle and tendon in her body strained to the breaking point.

Her body slowly settled back to the bed as she emitted a long.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!

Still held captive in her rear passage, I leaned forward and braced my elbows on each side of Elizabeth’s panting body. Wanting to slow our mutual descent from the orgasmic plateau, I licked and nibbled the girl’s nipples, sending ripples through her body that I felt through her contracting sphincter.  

After we had both safely landed back to earth, I pushed myself back off the bed and untied Elizabeth’s ankles from the bedposts and helped her to her feet. Arm in arm we padded unsteadily into the bathroom for a hot shower.

Leaving Elizabeth in front of the shower, I walked over to toilet to empty my bladder. She had turned on the shower when she saw me in front of the bowl and quickly scampered over lifted the seat and gently took hold of my flaccid member and pointed it towards the toilet. Smiling, I released my flow and when done the girl gently shook off the last drop and led me to the steaming shower. In the shower, we thoroughly washed each others body and hair and spent several minutes hugging with Elizabeth’s face pressed firmly to my chest. Looking up at me, with the water cascading over her body and the gleaming stainless collar around her neck, Elizabeth said.

“Thank you for keeping me Sir. I promise that I will become a good slave for you.”

I said nothing, but smiled at the girl and leaned forward and placed a kiss on her forehead. I turned off the water and we both stepped out of the shower. Elizabeth grabbed a towel and began to tenderly dry me as I watched water droplets slowly trickle off of her body. She knelt down and dried my legs and manhood. Then looking up into my eyes, she gently laid a kiss on my cock. I thought to myself that the kiss was not intended to be sexual, but rather a sign of her devotion.

Elizabeth got to her feet guided me towards the bed as she dried herself and pulled her wet hair back in a tight ponytail. I was laying in bed when she came over and stood by the bed.

“May I sleep in your bed again tonight Sir?”

Smiling, I flipped back the covers and said. “I guess you have earned that privilege for tonight.”

The girl shot into the bed and was instantly snuggled against my body with her head resting on my chest. With her finger gently tracing lines on my chest I fell asleep.