Mistress’ Fetish French Maid Whore ♕

Being Mistress’ French maid whore makes me ache!

Recently I started a new maid position for a gorgeous single woman. She’s wealthy, has a manor for a home, lovely long blonde hair, and a HOT body. When I first started this position, I wore a simple uniform; a plain blue dress, long sleeves, and an apron over it with the company’s logo. Upon meeting my new client Chloe, I admit I found her snarky, rude, and pretentious, but part of me fell for her narcissism. After a while, I started realizing this woman was a downright bully. She enjoyed humiliating me as I cleaned, punishing me for missing the smallest detail. One day she thought it’d be amusing to make me her French maid whore.

Everything changed when I became her personal fetish maid toy.

After just a couple of weeks of working for her, she had changed my uniform completely. Now I have to wear a skimpy French maid outfit. The black fabric with the white lace trim, black stockings with soft lace, and a garter attached. She increased the size of the heels I work in, making me clean in 6-inch heels. Every day I arrive, she has a new pair of panties for me to wear under my uniform. I can tell how cruel she’s going to be to me that day just by the type of panties she makes me wear. My ass is in for it when she forces me to wear a thong that’s three sizes too small, and the fabric won’t stretch.

She’s now gotten me to the point of having to wear nipple clamps as I clean too. She truly is cruel in the best kind of way. She treats me like her precious fetish maid toy, and I honestly love it. My whole body has felt the sting of her crop from her punishments. However, every single spank just makes me wet! Today I had a feeling I was going to be in for a special kind of workday with her. Today is Chloe’s birthday. When I arrived, she was happier than ever. She threw the tiny black thong at me, and my pussy ached immediately. Then, Chloe watched as I slid the panties over my heels and stockings, then under my skirt. As soon as I slid them to my hips, I felt them pinch into my skin and slide against my asshole and clit.

This is going to be one hell of a birthday for my Mistress.

Before starting my day, I gave her a curtsy as part of my routine, “Thank you, Mistress.” As I bent down, I felt the panties slide against all my sensitive area, and I moaned out loud. She smiled at me and squeezed my face in her hand.

“I will be upstairs, my sexy French maid whore; you will serve me everything in my room today,” she demanded before letting me go and pushing me toward the kitchen.

“Yes, Miss,” I agreed before starting some tea and getting her breakfast ready. I got a pitcher of ice, tea, and a glass ready, then made her up a plate of food.

When I arrived at her door, I knocked on it with my elbow, holding the tray in my hand. I heard her yell for me to come in, and when I did, I almost dropped the tray. She looked stunning, lying in bed with black leather lingerie on. Quite a few BDSM toys lay next to her. As I fumbled with the tray, some tea spilled out of the pitcher, and I heard a “Tsk, tsk.”  All I could do was watch as she came up to me and yanked a fistful of my hair back. “You want to make a mess, slut?” She guided me to the nightstand by my hair, and I put the tray down on it. She forced me to my knees and made me lick the tea off the tray. I hate the taste of tea, but I deserved this for spilling it.

She’s going to really humiliate her French maid whore!

She barked the order to get on all fours, and I immediately dropped to the floor. Then, she put a collar on my neck with a leash and took me to the middle of the floor, where I spilled some of her eggs. I put my face close to it and held my position as she went to the bed and picked some things. She grabbed the pitcher of ice, too, and put everything behind me. After, she stood up and shoved her foot on the back of my head, pushing me into the egg, then grabbed my hair and lifted me up to lick the yolk off my face. Then Mistress put the plate of food in front of me and ordered me to eat.

I did as I was told while she grabbed the ice, lifting up my skirt and running the ice along with my panties before stuffing some right on my lips. She pulled the panties to the side and rimmed my ass with another cube before pushing it in and making me moan. Following that was the thick anal plug with a cute gem on the end. She rubbed that ice all over my cheeks, thighs, and lips, preparing my skin to sting even worse when she spanked me with her crop and paddle.

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