In fact, there was no mention of the "incident in the bath" the next day or, indeed, by Mistress at any time. She was perfectly polite and pleasant, but she didn't ask me to partake in such activities in the ensuing weeks, and our relationship was still very definitely employer and employee, Mistress and servant.

Over the next days and weeks, I became more familiar with, and more efficient at performing, my duties, and I happily settled into the routine which is the daily life of a fully employed adult. It made me feel quite grown-up, and I wrote to my parents telling them how well everything was going. I was proud to be able to send them some money from my weekly wage packets to start to repay all they had done for me.

Some time later, Mistress was away in the West Country, visiting her family, but Sir Robert stayed at home, and I continued to serve him, as well as performing my other duties.

One of my jobs was, on a Monday morning, to go to the butcher's, fishmonger's and grocer's to buy the supplies which Mrs McManus would require for the week. On that particular Monday, we were hit by a summer storm and the rain was absolutely bucketing down as I looked out into the early morning gloom.

"I'm afraid you'll still have to go," Mrs McManus told me, "I'm going to need those things for Sir's lunch."

"That's alright," I replied, "I can use one of those umbrellas in the hall."

"Ooh, no, dear," the housekeeper said with a firm shake of her head, "those are strictly for the Master and Mistress only. We have a macintosh you can wear, though."

The 'macintosh' turned out to be more like a fisherman's waterproof jacket, made of bright yellow rubberised cotton. But it must have been rather old because all the buttons seemed to be missing, so the only way to fasten it was to use the belt, but even that was damaged, with the buckle having been ripped off. When I put on the jacket, I had to tie the remains of the belt in a knot around my waist, pulling the material close to me. It was quite a short garment as well, so it flared out over my hips, only covering me to just below my dress hemline, which meant my legs were going to get very wet.

Unfortunately, there was no matching sou'wester to cover my head so, when I ventured out into the deluge, my hair was quickly plastered to my head, allowing rain to run down my neck! I carried out my chores as quickly as I could, but the weather was so bad that the water forced its way underneath the waterproof, making me very uncomfortable.

By the time I returned to Grosvenor Place, I looked and felt like a drowned rat. As I stood in the hall, dripping, Mrs McManus took the shopping and ordered me to stay where I was so that I didn't traipse mud and water through the house.

"Lordy, you need to get out of those wet things!" she said as she took the macintosh from me and saw how wet my dress underneath had become. She pulled the dress off me and took it away to put on a radiator to dry, while I took off my stockings, which were soaked. I used the towel she had brought me to dry my face, hair and legs, and finally began to feel human again.

I started to go upstairs to change, but when I looked up, I saw Sir Robert leaning on the banister rail above me, staring down at me with that same intensity with which he had examined me the first time we had met, when I had stood before him naked.

"I'm sorry, Sir, I didn't see you there," I blustered, embarrassed to be seen by him yet again in a state of undress.

"No need to apologise, Daisy," he said with a sly smile, "these unexpected encounters always brighten my day!" I hurried up the stairs and made my way to my room, having to squeeze past him on the landing when he made no effort to move out of my way. The bullet-like tips of my brassiere brushed against his chest as I did so and, once I had pushed myself through the small gap he had left, I ran down the hall and shut myself in my room, flustered and with my heart pounding in my chest.

The rest of the day passed without incident, taken up as always with my household work, and I didn't have time to think about the earlier events before I was bringing Sir Robert his usual glass of whisky in the evening. I was just about to return to the kitchen when he called me back.

"Daisy," he said with a serious, sombre tone, "I have an unusual request to make of you, and I will quite understand if you refuse."

"Oh, no, Sir!" I replied earnestly, "I would never refuse to serve you, Sir! That is my job."

"Wait until you have heard what I have to say before you are quite so adamant," he admonished, making me curious and rather nervous about what he was going to ask me. "Your Mistress, my wife, told me about a particular service you provided for her soon after you first arrived here and, ever since then, I have been unable to get it out of my mind."

"I'm terribly sorry if that offended or affronted you, Sir," I responded, upset that I might have done just that.

"On the contrary, Daisy, I'm very grateful to you," he smiled, "Rosie was incredibly aroused by your activities together, and marital relations between us since then have been simply marvelous! So thank you for that."

"There's no need to thank me, Sir," I blushed, "I was only doing what I'm paid for - that is, providing you and Mistress with whatever you require."

"Which brings us on to my request," he continued, "when I saw you this morning, in that raingear, it stirred something inside me. I discovered a dark secret about myself many years ago, Daisy, something you may find alarming and distasteful. The thing is that… I have a very intense rubber fetish."

"Oh!" I exclaimed, rather nonplussed by this revelation. The truth was, I didn't really know anything about fetishes, it wasn't something that I had encountered whilst growing up in Norfolk.

"Rosie knows about this, doesn't have a problem with it," he explained, "she indulges me from time to time, but I don't like to force myself on her. Unfortunately, when the effect this has on me is at its zenith, it is impossible to ignore. And you have inflamed me beyond the limits of my endurance, Daisy."

"And… you want me to…?" My voice trailed off as I didn't really know what he wanted me to do.

"This will shock and disgust you, I'm sure, but I want you to dress up in that rubber jacket you were wearing this morning, and those pretty rubber gloves you have for washing up - nothing else, just those things - and I want you to join me in the shower room. Do you think you could bring yourself to do that, Daisy?"

"Er…" I said, trying to buy myself some time as I simultaneously tried to assimilate this information. This sounded really kinky! Did I want to get involved is his fetishes? Did I want to come between him and his wife, my Mistress and employer? He had said that I could refuse, perhaps I should? My parents would die - or kill me - if they ever found out…

"Sir," I went on, after finally making a decision, "you are my Master and, if this is what you want me to do, then I will gladly do it."

"Thank you, Daisy," he smiled, "you've made an old man very happy!"

I went back to the kitchen in a daze, wondering what I was getting myself into, and collected the rubber gloves and coat.

"What are you doing, dear?" I was startled when Mrs McManus appeared as I began to climb the stairs.

"Oh! I…er… I'm just going to… er…" I couldn't think of any even vaguely plausible excuse to explain why I was going upstairs with an old rain mac and a pair of Marigolds.

"Ah, I see," she said with a broad grin on her face, "the master's asked for your help in… a delicate matter? Well, don't worry about coming back down later, I'll lock up tonight." I looked at her in astonishment - she knew about all this?! It dawned on me that, when she was younger, perhaps she had performed the same service for Sir Robert. You naughty old girl, I thought, hidden depths!

I stripped out of my clothes in my bedroom, then pulled on the rubberised coat. It felt so strange against my bare skin, alternately sticking and sliding in what I had to admit was a strangely erotic way. I put on the rubber gloves and made my way to the shower room, a spare bathroom which had been converted into what would now be called a wet room - tiled from floor to ceiling and with a large overhead rosette shower head, various auxiliary spray nozzles in the walls and, unusually, also in the floor.

Sir Robert was there, with just a towel wrapped around his waist. Overall, his body was quite slender and wiry, with tight, ribbon-like muscles. His firm chest sported hair which had turned white, sprouting around his nipples and across his sternum. It was clear that he retained the fitness he had built up during his military service and, from the evidence provided by his physique, it would have been easy to mistake him for a man half his age.

He reached down and pulled away the towel, throwing it aside, and I was quite shocked by what now faced me. I had seen my brothers naked when we went skinny-dipping in the river, but they were nothing against the man now standing unselfconsciously in front of me, his manhood slack and hanging before him, so much longer and more defined than the two specimens I had seen in my youth.

He twisted the control on the wall beside him, and suddenly I was once more standing in a rainstorm, although this time the water was warm, and I didn't mind when it ran down my face and body. Sir Robert stepped towards me and, putting his arms around me and firmly clamping my buttocks in his large hands, pulled me to him until his wet naked body was pressed firmly against my rubber-clad form.

"Mmm, this feels so good," he murmured as he ground his hips against me, "let me feel those rubber gloves!" In response, I put my arms around him and ran my rubberised fingers up and down his spine, bringing gasps and moans from him, just as I had with Mistress. Maybe this isn't so different, I thought, just another sexual itch which needs scratching.

My hands dropped down to fondle his buttocks, just as he was holding me and, following the same plan as I had with Mistress, I worked a finger into his anus.

"Oh my God, Daisy, that's amazing!" he cried out, his voice strangulated by the tension in his body, "yes! Oh God yes! Push it right up!"

Keeping my finger thrust deep into his rear passage, I reached around with my other gloved hand and cupped his testicles, squeezing and rolling them around with my fingers.

"Oh God, I need you to finish me off!" he pleaded urgently, and I felt him pushing down on my shoulders, forcing me to my knees. Suddenly, I was facing that magnificent manhood, and now it was fully erect, standing proud and jutting out from his body, inches from my cheek.

My mind went back to a conversation I had had with my brother, Peter, one glorious summer night when we were lying on a haystack we had spent the day building, staring up at the stars sprayed across the black sky above.

"The easiest way for you to get out of here and see the world," he said, continuing the discussion we had been having on my favourite topic, "is for you to find yourself a rich man and ensnare him with your feminine wiles!"

"I wouldn't know how to 'ensnare' a man!" I whined, "I don't have any feminine wiles!"

"Don't be silly, Daisy," he sneered, "twisting a man around your little finger is the easiest thing in the world!"

"What do you mean, that I should let him have his way with me?" I asked. I knew all about sex, living on a farm and seeing the bull impregnate the cow, the stallion cover the mare.

"You don't have to even go that far," he explained, "you can keep that in reserve for when you want him to marry you. Have you ever heard of something called fellatio?"

"Fell- what?"

"Fellatio," he repeated, "basically, it's using your mouth to do what he wants to do between your legs."

"Eeuw, yuck! That's disgusting!" I squealed.

"Why? It's a perfectly safe way to give sexual pleasure, and I've been told that it's an acquired taste but not dreadfully unpleasant. Any man will do absolutely anything for you if you do that for him! You just pretend that his 'thing' is a meaty lollipop, sucking and licking it, and convince him that it's the most wonderful thing you've ever tasted. Use your lips, tongue and mouth, and… hey presto! He will instantly be eating out of your hand!"

When I look back on it, that seems a highly inappropriate conversation to be having with your 16-year-old sister, but it now served me well. I slipped my hand from his testicles to take a firm grip on the base of his shaft, moving my hand ever so slowly up and down.

"Oh, Daisy!" Sir Robert gasped, "that is sooooo good!" Pleased that I was having such a dramatic effect on him, I pulled down on the shaft, making his foreskin roll back, and I put my lips around the large, glistening head of his penis.

"Oh, Jesus!" he cried, his fingers moving in my hair as he convulsively gripped and released me. I lowered my head, taking the shaft deep into my mouth, until I was afraid it might cause me to retch. I fondled and massaged it with my tongue as I bobbed my head up and down, listening to the strangled cries and desperate pleadings from above, just as I had heard from my Mistress.

I sensed that the climactic moment was approaching, but I was still taken by surprise when my mouth was suddenly filled with his warm, salty ejaculate. I knew this was his seed, having seen the equivalent in the farmyard, but I wasn't sure what to do next. I briefly considered swallowing it, but the taste was rather alien and I was unsure how it would sit in my stomach, so I turned and spat it down the drain. I extricated my gloved finger from Sir Robert's fundament and he leaned back against the wall of the shower room, breathing heavily.

"Oh my word, Daisy, you really took me by surprise," he said when he had got his breath back, "I was only expecting you to use your hand!"

"I'm sorry if I disappointed you, Sir," I replied meekly.

"Never apologise for doing that for any man, my girl!" he groaned, "it was above and beyond the call of duty, and you deserve a medal!"

After we had cleaned and dried ourselves, I went off to bed. I felt very proud that I had now managed to satisfy both my Master and Mistress, and I was sure that was a boast my sister Annie couldn't make!

* * * * *

I decided that I would have to tell Mistress about what had happened, as I couldn't bear to keep such a thing secret, it would eat away at me knowing that, by my silence, I was deceiving her. When she returned, I tried to find a suitable opportunity to confess, but none presented itself and, as I served drinks in the withdrawing room, the decision was taken out of my hands.

"I want a word with you, Daisy," Mistress said sternly as I was about to return to the kitchen. I turned and stood before them, my stomach churning with nerves as I saw the scowl on her face which could only mean that she already knew of my behaviour.

"Robert has told me about your little 'escapade' while I was away," she continued, "I want you to know that I'm not happy… not happy at all!"

"I'm sorry, Mistress, I-" I began, but she cut me off.

"Silence! I don't want to hear another word from that filthy mouth which has been around my husband's John Thomas! I'm very upset, Daisy. Do you know why I'm upset?" I didn't dare to reply, I could only stand there looking as contrite as possible.

"I'm upset because you gave my husband oral relief," she said, "and yet never once offered me the same service!"

"E-excuse me, Mistress?" I responded, dazed and confused at this unexpected twist.

"As punishment for your reprehensible failure to deliver similar services to me," she explained, a slight smile spreading on her lips, "you can rectify that dereliction of duty right now." She stood up, unbuckled the floor-length wrap-around skirt she was wearing and put it to one side. Underneath were a pair of silky black french knickers, her stockings held up by a lace-trimmed suspender belt. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the panties and eased them down her legs before stepping out of them. She sat down again, spreading her thighs wide apart.

"I… I'm not sure what to do, Mistress," I said rather pathetically, feeling relieved that she wasn't really mad at me, but still not clear about what I had to do.

"Are you telling me that whoever explained fellatio to you didn't bother with cunnilingus?!" Mistress exclaimed in affronted surprise, "just get your tongue in here, girl, and take me to heaven - or there'll be hell to pay!" I glanced over at Sir Robert, but it was clear that he had no intention of making his excuses and leaving us in privacy. In fact, he looked eager to watch the show!

"I think it would be far more sexy if you take off your dress, Daisy," he said with a smile. "Not for me, obviously, I'm just thinking of you, Rosie."

"Good idea, darling," Mistress smiled, "even better if she removes her underwear as well, don't you think?"

"Yes, Mistress." Feeling like they were ganging up on me a little, I unzipped and stepped out of the black cotton uniform dress I was wearing that day, then shed the white camisole top and silk panties beneath. I stood there as they contemplated my body, now clad only in stockings, suspenders and high heels.

"You know what would really complete this vision of loveliness before us, don't you, Robert?"

"I think I do," Sir Robert mused, "would you like me to…?"

"Why not?" Mistress smiled, "I'm sure Daisy won't object. After all, you haven't objected to anything else we've done so far, have you, Daisy?"

"Er, no, Mistress," I replied, wondering what on earth they were talking about. Sir Robert got up and left the room, leaving Mistress and I staring at each other in silence, she smiling, me looking confused.

He returned only a few moments later and, to my utter surprise, was carrying a number of white ropes! Oh my goodness, I thought, he's not really going to…?

Oh yes he was! As I stood there, dumbfounded, he gently but firmly pulled my arms behind my back, and I felt the rope being looped around my wrists. After several wraps, the rope was passed between my arms, cinching the binding tight before he knotted it securely. I hoped that would be that, but I then felt the same being done to my elbows as they were pulled close together by the bonds. I looked at Mistress before me in horror and mute pleading.

"You look confused, Daisy. Let me explain," she said as the ropes behind me tightened, pulling my shoulders back and forcing me to thrust my breasts out before me. "Robert isn't the only one with an unusual sexual fetish, you see. I particularly like bondage - tight, restrictive and, preferably, on someone else - someone beautiful and innocent like you, Daisy. You don't mind indulging my little peccadillo, do you?"

The ropes were now being wound around my body, across my chest above and below my breasts, pinning my arms to my sides. When this had been secured, Sir Robert came around in front of me and tied the ropes around me together with another cord so that they now met between my breasts, squeezing them slightly between the bands. I looked up into his face, to see that he was smiling pleasantly - I was grateful that there was no anger, hatred, or even excessive lust in his expression, just a look which said 'isn't this a bit of jolly fun?'.

The end of the rope he had tied between my breasts hung down in front of me and, going back behind me, he reached between my legs and pulled the cord through before tying the loose end to my wrists in such a way that the smooth surface of the rope passed between the lips of my sex, pressing against my pleasure button. The feeling was very strange, but in a pleasurably stimulating way.

Surely there can be no more rope, I thought, but I was wrong. Sir Robert prompted me to kneel on the floor by pressing on my shoulders, and then sink down onto my haunches until the back of my high heels were pressing against my buttocks. He then wrapped rope around each thigh and ankle, tying it tightly so that I could no longer get to my feet.

"There, all done," he said, smiling down at me, "is that acceptable, darling?" This last was directed at Mistress, who was looking down at me with a flushed face and a look of lust in her eyes.

"Excellent work, Robert," she smiled wickedly, before crooking her finger towards me, "come hither, my pet, and do your duty for your Mistress."

I shuffled slowly and with difficulty across the floor towards her, the nylon of the stockings at my knees rubbing against the carpet until the skin beneath was hot with the friction. I inched forwards, my breasts jiggling lewdly with every movement, until I was between her legs and could smell her arousal. I leaned forward until the soft flesh of her thighs was pressing against my cheeks and tentatively reached out with my tongue.

It turned out that pleasuring my Mistress with my tongue was no more difficult than with my fingers, and the technique was very similar. I delved as deeply inside her as I could, until the base of my tongue was aching with the effort of stretching and poking. I worked my way between her sex lips and toyed with her love button, swirling my tongue around it, pressing and squeezing it, then taking it between my lips and sucking it until Mistress was squealing in ecstasy.

I didn't rush, taking my time and teasing her as long as possible, wanting the pleasure and excitement I was giving her to seem endless. At last, she could take no more and pleaded with me to finally satisfy her, which I did with a flurry of strokes of my agile tongue. When she cried out in her moment of ultimate release, I was surprised when fluid gushed from her sex and, not wanting to make a mess on the carpet, I lapped it up as quickly as it flowed.

"Oh my, Daisy," Mistress purred several minutes later, when she had recovered her composure, "you really are a treasure! I hoped, when I employed you, that you might be understanding of Robert's and my little quirks. I never in my wildest dreams imagined that you would be willing to take part in our sexual fantasies, helping us to fulfil them in ways we had never even imagined possible!"

"You're welcome, Mistress," I said quietly, an unexpected self-awareness suddenly dawning, "it is my genuine pleasure to see you and Master satisfied. If there are any other ways in which I can help, please don't hesitate to ask. I have enjoyed - my, how I have enjoyed! - pleasing you both. I'm more than happy to be your rubber doll… your bondage bunny… your sex toy, if that is what you want me to be." Just saying these words made me shiver with excitement.

"Oh boy," Sir Robert breathed, "I think this could be the start of a beautiful friendship!"

"No, not 'friendship'," Mistress mused with a sly, slightly sinister smile, "correct me if I'm wrong, Daisy, but I believe you are volunteering to be our sex slave. Is that a role you are willing to play for us?"

That particular, humiliating epithet started butterflies fluttering in my stomach, and something more violent stirring in my loins. Any feelings of fear, uncertainty or doubt were completely overwhelmed by my excitement. There could be only one response.

"Yes, Mistress!"

THE END