Sodome ask Raven for a maid position

The six weeks went away. Sodome, happy to find herself back in the supplicant line, is left in without a touch. The decency of her clothing in this mighty place boosts her confidence. Her report about those weeks surprised herself as she goes uttering the words describing candidly the state of permanent arousal and intimate dampness, obeying his command, possessing her life. Raven, happy with her descriptions, invite her for dinner the next Friday at seven fully clothed with covering opaque underwear, a pantyhose and a long evening dress with an attractive but dignified cleavage. Puzzling, she is supposed to be herself. It must be a trap but the unrealistic hope of a better position at his side his filling her.

The Friday at seven Silvana welcome her with grace, as an important guest before ushering her into the library, where some of Raven visitor already are, to schmooze with the other guest. The dress feels so comfortable, what a difference with being nude, full of yes Sir. Her dream had come true and he will let her be part of his crowd on a better standing. Some of these people must know all of her anatomy but everybody respects her. She enjoys the gaze on her bosom while keeping control of what she shows. The moment is less arousing than being nude but much easier. Raven, calling her close before dinner, shatters any hope of such a future.

His tone does not let any space for her posture in front of him. She walks towards him, her leg yielding under her weight. What is the game tonight? She had been caught off guard. Her dominant self will have to switch in public. When she reaches him his arm circles her hips:

"Dear friend let me present Sodome to you. I'm proud that such a glamorous beauty has repeatedly stated her keenness to serve me. Tonight we will witness her free decision to become my maid. Is it true Sodome that you'd rather serve in my house than rule in yours?"

"Yes Sir, I solicit that you accept me as one of your maid."

"Why do you care for it so much?"

"Sir, it is hard to explain, my mind is against it but my body betray me all the time."

"How is that?"

"Sir, I get wet each time I think about the time when you fucked me. I got very aroused by the game you force upon me."

She blushed heavily after her words.

"Anything else to add?"

"I hate the submissive position you put me through but my life without you had lost any savor. My pubic hair was a line in the sand that you easily crossed. Often I turned my way but the magic you bestow on my body always brought me back at your feet. I hoped that you would accept a more equal relation but today I yield to your choice. For the last three month the motions you put me through, despicable by my previous standard, kept my pussy moister than it ever was. The worst humiliations are only a step toward a place closer to you."

"Before I accept you for my service I must be sure that you know what is in store. Tell me what does it mean to be my maid?"

She is red, hot and sweaty while talking:

"Sir, I will be catering to all the need of the house."

"Wild bush you must be specific. If you cannot say it here how can you do it later?"

She took a deep breath before delivering in a complacent tone.

"Renouncing any sort of privacy, I will be bare all day doing house work ready to propose my sexual service to my Masters upon each encounter. Every week my bottom will offer itself to your whip."

"You know where you go then. I have experienced some going back with you. You must be totally willing before I take you in. Pride based resistance is not a problem but without craving for submission you will not be happy here. This evening is an occasion to claim your complete surrender. Any of your manners will be judged against your compliance. We will strip you. You will ask one participant to remove the piece of clothing I will tell you. You cannot ask the same person twice. John will take care of the last item for me. Between pieces you will come back to your seat and enjoy your dinner. Always think that our pleasure derive from the way you expose your feminine charms. Do you have any question?"

"No Sir"

"Let's start with your dress."

Sodome dress, bra, pantyhose, panties and shoes had to go, five items, four persons because John was to get the last one for Raven. They were eight persons to choose four from. On those three were women and humiliation from a woman was too hard to take. The man to exclude from the list was a middle aged, obviously successful executive that was already too conceited with him. She strode to the oldest man, pretty well preserved but far from its prime time:

"Sir, would you please remove my dress?"

"I'd love to. I'm impatient to see more of the promise behind your cleavage. The fantasy of you stooping in front of me, so I can gorge myself on the curves of your bosom, bother me since the beginning of the evening."

"My pleasure is to make it come true, Sir."

The dress disconnected from her body discovering her violet bra. Gaping at the round shape of the breast presented to his discretion, he slipped his hands between the dress and the bra slapping gently her globes to give them a mild balancing. There were so elastic. Exalted by the contact, his cock appeared in the opening of his dinner robe. Her shoulders moved, encouraging the undulation of her nipples against his hands. The nipple hardening in his palm, behind the thin fabric, attracted his interest. He pinched it lightly between his fingers. Her smile and heavier breathing spurred his assault, a strong twist, on the other one. She cried faintly. Her reaction convinced him of her dampness. She was very sensitive. In a short time his finger could be sliding between her engorged pussy lips if he whished but there was still too much layers between the public and her source. The front of his cock, itchy for a silky contact, winched closer to her mouth with each grunt-producing squeeze. Her mouth, ajar for it, would provide the perfect friction. She had the service psyche but it was not the right occasion. His hands flee out of her bust.

"Stand up my Lady we need to get that dress off you. You will get to taste it another time."

"When you so decide My Lord"

"How do I unhook that dress?"

"There is a zip in the back."

Sodome turn facilitated the operation. The dress unzipped, he proceeded to escort the shoulder straps all along her back until its fall on the floor. Casually she grabbed it to neatly stow it on a hanger before walking to her seat all eyes on her violet satin bra. They could guess the color coordinate panties under the tights. The sudden change in her standing, the only dressless in the room, render her so uncomfortable that she could not relate to their neighbors, which were enjoying without restraint the sight of her well formed breast topped with tits pushing against the fabric. What was he going to remove next? The conversation reached her as a far away murmur. Waiting for Raven to call her name, she ruminated exclusively about the next piece to leave her body: her bra or her pantyhose. The question was obsessing her. Hoping for the pantyhose, because her legs where hidden under the table and her breast will be exposed, was quickly replaced by the fright of the stain, probably visible, on her panties while she got back to her seat. The stupidity of the argument, because soon her pearl on display in the middle of her pussy will leave no doubt about her arousal, did nothing to alter her speculations. Nibbling at her food allowed for an evasion from the other dinners. The plate was taken away when his voice mutated her in a cheerful good girl.

"Sodome, will you discover to our guests the comma of your tits?"

"Sir will you please remove my bra for me? The clip is in front."

"I aspired to do so for some time now. After I'm done you will make them dance for me."

Her bosom advanced toward him. His fingers fumbled with the fastening of her last cover. Her brown large nipple appeared topped by an upraised tit. Their bountiful dance forced her neighbors' manhood out of their cases. Taking back her seat, all the eyes focusing on her boobs in motion, she whished they find some other interest. The pantyhose were for her other neighbor. The shoes will probably be next. Could she ask a woman for them? Would the Lady be sweet to her by deference to her sex or would she be a bitch as soon as an occasion to embarrass a sister unfolds? May be Raven had no intention to count the shoes. As soon as she looses her pantyhose the groping will start and they will discover a very predisposed place. In the meantime, to her relief, the interest for her offering had settled. In the thick of her belly, a strong call for a direct contact on her bud bubbled. The neighbor hand, on her tight very close to her sex, prohibited a squeeze of her legs. If he moved upward she was in the mood to give him a warm welcome but Raven would not appreciate anything above passive encouragement. Also each of the surrounding male had a hand holding her breast, grazing them. If only she could relax, moan freely and get their two mouths at work on the neediest parts of her intimacy. The smell of her juices invaded their group oblivious to the two layers of fabrics. Again all the diners’ attention reached her. The exposition was too much and the only way out she could find was to close her eyes to let the feeling of warm grazes on her tits engulf her. The food was away from her mind. Overpowered by the stimulations, all sex and contaminated by the atmosphere of this house, she waited for Raven to call the next move. Why did it take them so long to get at her swollen and impatient pussy? He assessed her as slut but she did not dare move her bud toward them, controlling her passion, because a maid should not prod for pleasure. Raven voice, requesting the pantyhose off, snapped her away from her stupor. Turning to the left man, she stood.

"Sir would you help me uncover my panties?"

"You will have to show me some moisture on them."

That was easy. If the spot of her juice was not yet visible by now it will be as soon as the fabric of her last item will get in contact with her flow. Would she dare say just that? Raven would like her to loose any sense of decency. She stood to allow him to perform the operation.

"Sir at the point where I'm a short rubbing will get the moisture to traverse the fabric."

The laugh at her blunt remark and the two surrounding cock hardening proved that this was the right track. He volunteered the rubbing, on a rapidly marked crease, that bred a wet spot in the middle of her legs. One hand slides under the pantyhose to pull it down while the other hold onto the panties to stop them from following. She lifted her foot out of the shoes to let the garment away. The operation was repeated on the other foot as well. Her violet panties, the last remnant of any pudor, were marked in the middle by a deep fold evoking the shape of her smooth labia’s. Her hand moved, above the silk, toward the opening of her vagina deep between her legs. She pressed her finger rubbing the fabrics against her skin. She could feel the moisture on the finger. The spot was visible enough from the front side. Her hips moved while she flexed her knees to bring the evidence out of the cover. They applauded. She sat back on her seat. Dessert was on her plate: chocolate cake, light and deep. She was eating it. The men had finally discovered the way to the top of her legs. The chocolate in her mouth was bringing back memories of Jules licking her with devotion while she was eating dessert. The touch itself was lacking in quality but the lack of control, associated to the novelty, was transforming a clumsy graze into a jolt worth a perfect tongue stroke. Jules stroke were so elaborated going from under to above while smoothing the pressure. Here it was just fingers roughing her but she was so wet by now than her juices silken the contact. Raven call for her panties interrupted her delight. The way to John, an opportunity to augment the sexual load of the dinner, was a flash of skin and curves. She asked:

"Sir would you help finishing the exposure of my intimacies?"

He responded with the hand signal requesting a back presentation.

"With pleasure my dear."

Remembering what he meant, she spreads her legs flattening her back with her hands on her knees. His hands wafted under the panties rubbing against the crease of her labia. The cream was so thick that he commented how greasy she was. The panties rolled down blocked half way at her knees by the large spread of the legs. The side of her well-parted labia, smooth and puffy on the top, was glistening. Raven two fingers, sliding inside her source, made her shiver. Refraining from asking for more, she clutched her warm walls on them. Was he going to finally take her? It had been much too long since the last time. He said:

"You did well my new pet. I own your pleasure completely now. You are betrothed to me so you must refrain from orgasm until I explicitly allow it. Until you come live in my house I will witness any of your squirm. You may please people at the activities we sponsor but wait for me. Next Friday you will serve at a dinner where the participant will be your own witness. In the meantime those pleasure balls inside your vagina will mark my ownership. Keep them all day long every day. You can take them out only when going to bed. Do not move now John will come to you when it is time to go. He will have some last instruction for your week and a small gift."

Sodome, extremely hot, was very disappointed but he was right, there was no way she could hold it if she was penetrated or caressed on her soft spots. Squeezing the ball inside her was very thrilling. A lot of the girls, waiting at dinner, took their clothes away to go around offering services. Soon the room was full of moaning and soft cries. The arrogant man entered her vision field preceded by fully erected his organ. He took her chin in his hand:

"See you are going to suck me nicely although you do not like me. This is because I succeed in my endeavor. I'm strong and powerful while you are a loser. Nobody can escape this fact of life: some people get fucked while others fuck them. You choose your side so now get on it girl."

The feel a rush of adrenaline into her lower belly confirm his announcement while anger invaded her chest. Instead of whipping him for his insolence she opened her lips invitingly saying:

"Sir I'm honored that you choose my services upon all the other available for your pleasure."

"Go for it lass." His short response preceded a thrust of his dick deep into her mouth rubbing the front of his tube against her astir tongue. He kept at it for a long time giving Sodome a hard time keeping her space comfortable and vibrating for him. He pulled out saying:

"You are not very well trained yet. Another time I may punish you for this performance but you are so new that I will forget it. Rest assured, we will have another occasion."

He went away. The sounds of pleasure from all those body aggravated her loneliness. The distraction of one female and another male requesting her services was welcome but none went to the end. Things were winding down when John fingers brushing against the full length of her cleft eliciting a strong reflex and a wave from her hips to call for more but he move his hand away saying:

"You may masturbate yourself."

As embarrassing as the proposal was, it was better than begging for relief, while waiting a week was out of question. The absence of Trish or any of the people associated with her previous life made it easier to go along with the fingering although it, definitely, was a difficult reversal from her previous positions. Her weeks in bottom position had metamorphosed her into a meek individual taking any relief anytime no matter how humiliating. To make matters worse the arrogant guy came close to watch her full of contempt. His despise of her must be the same that she had for Trish begging for a quickie and at this point she would do anything for a spasm. Well she is not sure how she got there but the decision inhabit her own body. At this point anybody could make her come in second, even Jim. How stupid she had been those days when he was thrusting his best in her. Why did she not took her pleasure them? If she had she would not be reduced to finger herself in front of those two overbearing males. Red with shame she direct her finger on her pleasure point agitating it with vigor. The balls inside add to the momentum. The man spanks her butt while telling her

"Go for it girl, it is better than nothing. Looser get the left over."

Even his gibe does not stop her. In less than ten strokes she reached a powerful and noisy end. John smiled to her while petting her back.

"We will see you next Friday."

The last orgasm was intense but it did not carry peace for long. The following day the need was vigorously swelling her lower lips. The guilt of having frustrated Trish reverberates on her obsession. Nervously she keeps Jules, eager to serve her, away. The balls, moving with each of her steps, exacerbate the sexual pressure making it hard to withstand. On Wednesday, at the exit of her apartment a woman, waiting for her, presents herself as Doula.

"John sent me to check on you. Would you please lift your skirt for me?"

Sodome is very reluctant to let her have her way. Her voice trembling Sodome said:

"Someone may come in the hallway."

"I will have to tell John that you refused to comply."

Sodome heart beat very fast in her chest when she lifts her skirt. Doula hand quickly finds the balls inside her. They go down the elevators together. Doula's hand stay deep inside Sodome flesh until the last moment. Sodome wander if the doorman has seen something although he greets her with his usual: Good morning Miss.

Sodome Witnesses

When she visits back her will belongs to her arousal. Silvana spell the instructions: make sure all her witnesses have a chance to possess her and insist if they resist the idea. One orgasm for each is the top mark. So determined Sodome, in skimpy tank top, high heel slippers and a short blue skirt held high on her tummy with a belt, memories of the day her master consummate her, entered the library to serve cocktails. Raven, satisfied by the exterior aspect of her sexual organ specially the rosy button pushing under its hood at the top of her crease, felt the energy flowing in his cock. This glamorous ex dominant, abasing herself for him, with the sacrifice of the privacy of her desire brought him the thrill of his dreams. Her breast, coming out of the top almost on each step, got his attention on her way toward him. He grazed her delicate hood. She moaned. His cock throbbing he smiled to her.

"See the effect you have on me. Aren't you happy?"

"I know what to do, Sir"

"You are a fun person to play with. I'm impatient for the evening of your official submission, there will be an occasion to take you again."

"Why wait, Sir, I'm not eager enough for your malehood?"

"Your craving is the center of the attention tonight and I love it. You are finally submitting for real. I rather you go the long way because you will remember longer how difficult it was to establish yourself as my submissive."

"Sometimes I cannot stop me from resisting still."

"You will get to the point I choose for you."

His eyes called a serving girl that rushed to take his erection in her mouth. Fingering Sodome, hearing her heavy breath and feeding on the exigencies between her legs, communicated through his hands, multiplied the pleasure of the tongue grazing his cock. A nice soft prolonged suck without any goal of immediate orgasm. There was plenty of time for that. Sodome previous life Jim, Jules, Gabriella, Trish, Sinwar and Marilyn watched Sodome shiver, so dependent on her way to the deep end. Sodome, thrilling on his finger while they failed to satisfy her with all their might, was a delicate reward. The jealous adoration he imagined in them comforted his ego. Well it was time to set Sodome on her task. His hand discharged her but he let his manhood encrusted in its actual homey place.

"Sodome it is time that you take care of our guest."

"With pleasure, Sir."

Jim accepted a glass of orange juice. He encourages her belly to lean on the armrest of his easy chair that was made with this use in mind. Her legs, straight and spread brought the onion, in the center of her well-separated posterior, under his hand. Her bosom lay on his pants. Jim other hand was caressing Sodome hairs. Her white ass cheeks, contrasting the blue velvet of the furniture, called the attention to the crease line with the brown ellipse in the middle. The sprawling legs presented a back view of her slit to Trish standing behind her. Raven heard Trish comment about Sodome elongated clit. They opened her labia conjointly commenting how large they were. The removal of her abundant hair let one notice their shape. After all those years of sucking it with awe it was their turn to call the shots. Sodome exalted reaction to his finger sliding along her labia provide Jim with an intense hard on. Even pinching her clit tensed her butt. Somehow he cannot believe the incredible luck Raven visit brought him. The evening was still long. They released her.

Sodome offered her services to Sinwar but he shied away, furious that Sodome abase herself in such a way and regretting being here. Sodome tries to soothe him but he goes to Raven.

"Why do you allow yourself to treat her so badly?"

"She chooses to become my bond maid on her own will. She goes at will. I'm not forcing her. Have you seen her in such an excited state before today? Sodome tells us."

"Sir I will fight to do your binding. You are right. I never was so intensely aroused although I hate it all. I thank you for helping me discover the deep submissive side of my identity. I hope my friend Sinwar will let me serve him."

On her knee in front of him, yielding a magnificent view of her breast, Sodome plead her case:

"Please Sir in memory of our past let me serve you tonight."

"Sodome don't you remember your words about submissive shaming themselves by lack of control. Offering their most precious part only for a cheap shrill."

"Sir I remember but since then I discovered a volcano that erupts when forced to abase me. Master Raven took me and I cannot resist his will. My destiny is in the clan that offers not those who take. Please help me satisfy my Master. My only goal is to make him proud of me. He can whip me or please me at will. Whatever he gives is my satisfaction. Let me please you. I'm impatient for your cock pushing against my throat, full of lust and pleasure."

Sinwar guided her to a sofa where he sat. She kneels between his legs swallowing up his manhood. He relaxed, letting her doing her performance.

"I coveted that for so long. You could have given it to me without going so far in submissive space. I should have force you there that day when we last met and it was impossible to have you change your mind about all this. I whish I had known how to beat the need in you then instead of him doing it."

His cock, filling her mouth, received the only answer available to her in that position.

It was dinnertime. Raven chartered Sodome:

"Get under the table and offer your attention to each of us in turn. If you turn twice without anybody wanting you return to me and stand till you get called."

Sodome, under the table, recognized where each of her witness sat by the sight of their legs. Trish flashed her underwear to her attention. Sodome crawled to her to kiss her knee to make Trish aware of her presence. Trish directed Sodome head toward the meeting place of her legs. Sodome pushed aside the panties to gain a good access to the proper tract for her job. Sodome remembered Trish taste as very sweet but today she had a very peppery aftertaste. Her smell too was different: stronger and more pervasive. Was the dominant position changing even the quality of her hormones? Sodome own juice flows to the rhythm of Trish crotch. It would be so nice to switch for a minute and have somebody taking care of her own fire. She would exchange any sort of punishment for only five minute of attention to herself. There were so many people eager to please around. If only Raven would offer her a way to satisfy her lust but there was nothing to do except please Trish to her best. She was getting close.

In the world upside Raven was watching his guest. Trish, her lips half open in a smile of rich satisfaction, was obviously being worked on. A small regular move was coming from under the table. Her face reaches a beautiful expression a mix of satiety, relaxation and achievement. It stayed for a while then she noticed his gaze and blushed to have been discovered. Raven follow the image of her plump body nude offering a glass of old wine with an adoring smile but for now she was better used in getting Sodome where he wanted to. He smiled gently to her communicating secretly his admiration for her liberty. He was wandering where Sodome was now expecting his turn soon. Sodome was the only bottomless. Even Gabriella that had finally choose to come as Marilyn slave was properly clothed standing behind her new mistress. Raven was curious to know if Gabriella had told Sodome in advance of that fact. How much those two were telling each other. They definitely were very intimate living together at this stage of Sodome entrance in submissive space. His visitor had told him that Gabriella was always there on the evening when Sodome was nude in her home. Finally Sodome got to him. It was almost the end of dinner. She will not have to stand behind him. He let her suck him. She was extremely attentive to his pleasure, not yet an expert but much better than at the time of her first fellatio. She will get a lot with training but her intensity was almost unique. Her whole being conveyed the message that this was one of a most important time in her life. All her drive was in her burrow. The beautiful welcome attracted him to give her some gratification instead of his plan for more hardship but she was not yet ready for rewards. She will have to wait till she was living here. Some of his very rare failure to bring eager applicant into their submissive destiny had been about giving too early gratifications so now he was very stern on that.

At the end of dinner he called her from under the table. She still had her top and her skirt hold by the belt. He took the belt away and proceeds to remove the skirt and the top. He grabbed her hand to sink the index under the crease between her legs encouraging her to pleasure herself. She hesitate, all her closer friends are watching her, to move it. Sucking under the hide of the table had been natural but moaning in the center of their attention was uphill. Sinwar words still resonate in her ears. She had turned them down in front of Raven but she had been impressed.

"Sir I can control myself. You do not have to let me come now. I will wait till a more appropriate time."

"Slave it is not for your comfort that I want you to masturbate. It is to exaggerate your shame. I have decided that this is the right step for you. You must masturbate now. You have two minutes to make yourself come."

Trapped, she stands still. She cannot humiliate herself in such of way in presence of those people. Holding tight to the idea of not abasing herself for relief, she has forgotten how furiously she had waited for an occasion to let go. Raven tell her

"So this is how you obey me. You are not ready yet to serve me."

He spanked her nude arse twice really hard leaving the shape of his hand imprinted in rose. This moves her. Closing her eyes to erase the audience she motions her fingers furiously.

"Very good my pet. See you are my thing now. You do my bidding and only it. Enjoy it. I want to see the pleasure on your face."

She breathes harder. He pinches her nipple. She climaxed sweaty and eyes kept low to avoid other people judging gaze. Shame and excitement was the part of sex slaves. She had imagined being above it but now she was right in it. From now on how could she refuse them anything when they had witnessed her at such an intimate moment? Because she had almost renegade to masturbate, Raven ask her to come back the next Friday. She leaves a little bit depressed. Her orgasm was not very satisfying. It was a long time since her last deep orgasm. The weeks went back to the previous rhythm except than on Friday's, at the end of dinner, Raven had her masturbate by thumping herself against a mold attached to a sofa. She will have to come every Friday till he is satisfied with the look on her face at her peak. This was to be her only relief. After four weeks of it she does reach a deeper pleasure. Raven calls her to a private meeting. His cock comfortably filling her mouth he reminds her the life style of his servant.

"You must be free of any exterior relationship except your job. You will be naked all the time in the house working on the necessary chores. Your last step, before moving in, is to wear my chastity belt for three weeks. You have two free weeks to make sure this is your decision. Use your free time well because it will be long before you get another chance."

Her tongue and her lips responded to his words by giving all the love to her master.

"Yes you are on your way wild bush. Vardu, my designer of slave clothing, will take your measure today for the chastity belt. Deal with your apartment and furniture's. Present yourself wearing only stocking and garter Friday in fifteen. John will prepare you. He is your master. He can do whatever he wants with you. Fuck you. Beat you. Bare you. Be sure that John reports to me every aspect of your life in the house."

End of the commune

Sodome told Gabriella that she was leaving the house in five weeks. Raven had accepted her as his maid. Gabriella stays as long as Sodome is here to help her through the ordeals before going to live at Marilyn's afterward. Sodome's last two weeks of freedom are spent joyously with Gabriella. Her wits to chase man came back to her and they pile adventures upon adventures, disrobing Gabriella in all sort of amusing places for a chosen set of beautiful muscular young men. They top it with a competition for the best pussy lover with both as judges.

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