Maid to Order by Penny Birch Page A

stood up, and pushed a hand into his jacket pocket to pull out a hank of coloured rope. Coming to the bed, he ordered me to stay still and began to tie me in place, attaching one trembling limb after another to the four solid posts until I was helpless, strapped in place with my arms stretched out and my legs wide open. I could kick and wriggle, which was probably something he would enjoy, but I had no way of protecting my bottom or of closing my legs.
    With one swift movement he tugged my froufrous down as far as they’d go on my spread thighs, leaving my pussy agape and my bumhole showing. I turned my head, to find him watching me thoughtfully, his cruel mouth now twisted up to one side, his grey eyes fixed on my open bottom.
    ‘A very pretty bottom. A very pretty cunt too. Yes, you will do very well. Are you naturally bald?’
    ‘Yes, sir,’ I lied, sure he’d prefer to think of my hairless pussy that way.
    ‘A very pretty cunt,’ he repeated. ‘A picture, I think.’
    ‘Like this?’
    ‘Of course, why not?’
    ‘Well, I ... OK, but can I have copies please?’
    He laughed, his icy reserve finally giving way at the thought of me wanting images of my own humiliation and punishment.
    ‘Yes, why not,’ he said. ‘It will be amusing for you to see, later.’
    It seemed an odd way of putting things, but then he was Russian. I pulled my back in as he extracted a small digital camera from the pocket of his bear skin coat, sticking my bottom up to give him a good show. He took several pictures, including close-ups of my spread pussy, popped my tits out of my bodice and pinched my nipples to make them stiff, then took several more. When he finally put the camera down it was to pull the case off a pillow, which he put over my head and tied off behind my neck, leaving me unable to see. Again the camera began to click and my excitement and apprehension was rising fast as I thought of how I’d look, tied and hooded, mounted on the bolster with my hips stuck high, my uniform interfered with to leave my tits and bum and pussy flaunted and vulnerable.
    I was scared too, of the pain of what I was sure would be a severe whipping, but I wanted it, and to be fucked. That was what I was going to get, for certain, because when he’d finally had enough of photographing me he went into the bathroom, and a moment later I felt the cold, slippery sensation of lubricating jelly as he squirted the contents of the tube all over my pussy and up my hole. I felt it go in, and squeeze out again, dribbling slowly down my sex and falling into my lowered froufrous, but there was still plenty left; enough to ease my passage for something a lot bigger than a man’s cock, a thought which had me wriggling in my bonds.
    He took a few more photographs, mainly of my lubed-up pussy, and then simply left the room, or at least pretended to leave the room. All I knew for certain was that he’d opened and closed the door, so I couldn’t be sure that he wasn’t standing behind me, perhaps with some vicious little implement in his hand, watching my cheeks twitch and my anus wink in rising fear, before finally lashing me across my naked, helpless bottom. Nothing happened. Gradually my feelings of panic and insecurity began to ebb, leaving me with an odd sense of peace, almost detachment.
    His entry into my cunt was so sudden, so unexpected, that I didn’t realise what he’d done to me at first. I felt a tongue between my cheeks, lapping at my bumhole; an instant later his weight was on my back, squashing me down onto the bolster as he thrust his cock deep up me. They must have heard my scream of shock downstairs, and I jerked backwards, but it was too late. His cock was already up me, right in, and it felt too good to resist, too dirty. I was helpless anyway, being fucked at a furious pace, his erection jamming in and out of my open, slippery hole so fast and hard it knocked the breath from my body; set me gasping and panting, my fingers clutching at