Synopsis: Allison breaks into a mansion looking for food and discovers the owner has some 'interesting' fetishes that Allison might become a part of forever...

Allison walked quickly down the shadowy alleyway behind the large mansion. Her breath hung in the air in wispy clouds of steam as she hugged herself, trying to keep warm on the winter night. She wore a beanie, an old stained hoodie, jeans and an old pair of sneakers. Her stomach growled as she swiftly approached the large dumpsters behind the mansion.

Allison had been living without a home for just over a year now. Ever since she had turned 18 and was booted from her foster home she had bounced about, looking for small jobs, sleeping in shelters and trying to figure out how she would get her next meal. The shelter had recently closed down from a lack of funding and she had been looking for a way to get food ever since. She was loathe to sit on the side and beg people for food, so she now had to resort to digging through people's trash to find scraps.

Allison slowed as she got closer to the dumpster. She cringed as she imagined herself resorting to digging through trash to find food. She peered into the bin, pushing her brown hair behind her ears and tucking it under her beanie. She suddenly heard a small clatter and turned to the sound. Behind her a door stood slightly adjacent, leading into the mansion. A warm, yellow light shown through the crack with the sounds of grumbling coming through the door. Allison instinctively backed away from the source of light, hiding in the shadows of alley. She watched carefully as the light dimmed from a figure approaching the door. It swung open, revealing a figure obscured by the light from the door, holding a small garbage bag. Allison crept further into the shadows away from the dumpster, watching this newcomer.

The figure approached the dumpster, going to throw the bag inside. As she moved from the backlit space, Allison was shocked to notice some things about her. The first thing she noticed was her shoes. She wore shiny silver... boots? Heels? Allison didn't know. They were extremely tall and forced the wearer to point their toes directly downwards as if they were performing in a ballet. They were made from some plastic-y material that matched the rest of her outfit.

As Allison's eyes traveled up her body, she saw she wore a latex catsuit of the same color as the boots. Over the catsuit she wore a maid outfit that was... also latex? And her head... the woman's head was yet another mass of the silvery latex. A long black pony-tail erupted from a hole in the hood at the top of her head, falling behind her back. Before Allison had time to observe her any longer, the woman smartly threw the bag into the dumpster and clicked her way back into the house, leaving the door slightly ajar behind her.

Allison was intrigued. She slowly sneaked out of the shadows and towards the door. She peered through the crack, seeing a large clean kitchen with a white tile floor and shiny silver tables and counters through the slit. Allison listened intently, straining to hear the sound of the weird woman's boots on the floor. Hearing nothing for several moments, she slowly pushed the door open, crossing the threshold.

She slowly crept into the kitchen, looking around to make sure nobody was around. She had broken into places before and knew how to walk to not make any noise, striding softly from heel to toe with her dirty sneakers. She spotted a large fridge to one side and bee-lined towards it, anxious to find something to eat. She opened one of the shiny silver doors, revealing a large array of vegetables, cheeses, fruits and other goods. Allison began grabbing as much food as she could, stuffing some into her bag that she swung around from her back.

"Well, whoever's this is they won't be missing it" Allison thought to herself in justification.

Suddenly Allison heard the sound of clicking heels on the tile behind her. She swung around to the woman she had seen before, standing across the room. In full lighting Allison could see exactly what she was wearing now. She wore the tall silver ballet-boots with a long zipper up one side and a small lock securing the zipper to the top of the shoe. She wore a matching silver latex catsuit with a maid's uniform over the top of it, also made of latex. She had a thick silver metal collar around her neck with more latex continuing up over her head. The hood came up over her nose and around her head, leaving only her eyes exposed. A large panel was strapped over where her mouth would have been with straps wrapping around and over her head. The woman's black hair was held in a tight ponytail, projecting from a hole in the hood near the top of her head. Her eyes widened as she saw Allison standing there, a large block of cheese held halfway between the fridge and her bag. Both stood there in alarm, watching the other.

Allison moved first. She took off running for the door she had come through, pulling her bag behind her and onto her back. The woman made a similar motion, moving surprisingly fast for her footwear towards the same door. The woman got there first, slamming it shut and quickly locking it. Allison skidded to a halt and sprinted the opposite direction, evading the woman as she ran towards another open door that led deeper into the mansion.

In full panic, Allison burst through the door into a large carpeted hallway. She glanced to the left and not seeing anybody, took off in that direction, breathing hard. She heard an alarm go off in the house, the buzzer sounding loudly through the halls. "She must've triggered an alarm" Allison thought, flying around a corner, looking for an exit.

As she came around another corner, she ran full tilt into another woman. This woman was wearing the exact same outfit the previous woman was wearing, but pink instead of silver. The woman let out a muffled MMPH as they both crashed to floor.

Before Allison could get up, the woman grabbed her by the legs, holding her in place. "Let me go!" Allison shouted, struggling to kick away from the woman. She held on tight and before Allison could get away, the woman with the silver suit came around the corner and grabbed Allison as well. They wrestled her to the ground, Allison kicking and fighting as hard as she could. Inevitably, the woman were able to secure a pair of handcuffs onto Allison, securing her arms behind her back.

"Let me GO!" Allison shouted again, trying to get up off the ground. By this point more people had arrived. Allison looked around at the circle of people standing above her. They all wore the exact same outfit as the first woman, but all with a different color. Joining the silver and pink woman, a red-, blue-, white- and black-suited woman stood looking at her.

Allison continued struggling on the ground until she was sitting up. She sat, breathing hard, looking at the people standing around. All of them had everything covered accept for their eyes, which all had various feelings involved in them, ranging from excitement to worry to expectation.

The sound of feet falling on the carpet made Allison swivel her head to peer through the throng of latex woman. Approaching from one end of the hallway a woman, not wearing any weird clothing but rather a simple black dress and stiletto heels, walked with a large smile on her face.

"Well well well, what do we have here?" she asked, beaming as she approached the circle of women.

None of the woman responded, their latex hoods and panels covering over their noses and mouths. Allison faintly wondered if they were gagged underneath the hood.

"My my my, you are a pretty young girl, aren't you?" she asked, chuckling to herself. Allison was first struck by her apparent beauty, her long black hair falling about her shoulders in graceful curls. Her black dress was low cut, revealing plenty of cleavage.

"Let me go! Take these off of me!" Allison yelled, twisting around to show the woman the cuffs.

The woman tsked to herself. "No, I can't do that, yet. I need to make sure you don't go anywhere for a bit!" The woman smiled again. "Here, let me help you up."

Allison protested but the woman reached under her shoulders and carefully, almost lovingly, lifted her up with a hidden strength so Allison was standing.

"Sorry we got off on the wrong foot. My name is Mary, I hope I didn't alarm you too much by my maids here." At this the woman smiled around at the circle. "Come walk with me for a bit, won't you?"

The woman circled to Allison's side and, taking her by the arm, began walking her forward. Allison began protesting but, confused by the kindliness of the woman, decided to follow her. Walking with her hands cuffed behind her was awkward but not unbearable.

"And your name is?"

"...Allison"

"Ahh, that's a pretty name. My sister's name was Allison."

"That's... interesting" Allison said stiffly.

"So, what made you come unwelcomed into my house tonight?"

Allison didn't respond. She still felt extremely uncomfortable and didn't feel like discussing it with the woman.

"Oh come on, you can tell me. I'm not mad, just curious."

"I... was hungry. I needed food."

"Did you know, there's a wonderful place down the road about half a mile that will give food to people for free?"

"It closed down."

Mary didn't respond. They had reached the end of the hall and slowly turned the corner leading to another hall. Allison glanced behind her and saw the maids standing in the same spot, silently watching the pair as they disappeared around the corner.

"Why did you need food? Don't you have a home?" Mary suddenly asked after a pause.

"No. My parents died when I was eight."

Mary turned to Allison with a look of genuine sorrow on her face. "Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that", she said apologetically.

Mary continued asking her questions about who she was and why she was there. Allison continuously thought about trying to run and get away, but the motherly-ness of Mary had somewhat grown on her and she wanted to see what she was going to do to her. Allison told her about her parents and the car crash that had killed them, her time spent bouncing from foster home to foster home until finally when she turned 18 she was kicked out of the foster program, where she had survived on the streets for over a year.

After this, Mary walked silently, contemplating things to herself. Allison took this time to look around at the mansion. There were many large pictures hanging on the walls in gilded frames. The red carpet was lined with gold trim on the edges while large chandeliers cast light down. Large ballroom-sized doors showed up at intervals on either side of the hall. Allison still had not yet seen any hint of an exit from the mansion, just more and more elaborate hallways and doors leading to unknown rooms.

"I want to offer you a job", Mary suddenly said after a long while.

"A job? What job?" Allison asked, startled by the statement.

"I want you to work for me in my home as a maid."

"As a... like the other people in the house?"

"Yes."

"With the... suits? And hoods? And shoes?"

"Yes, I recently acquired a purple set that I think you would look gorgeous in."

"Absolutely not, no way am I doing that."

Mary sighed. "I figured you might say that." They continued to walk in silence, significantly more awkwardly now.

Mary stopped walking and turned to Allison, resting her hand on her shoulder.

"Do you mind if I tell you a story?"

Allison shook her head, skeptical about what Mary was about to say.

"A long time ago, my mother worked as a maid for a very rich man, Mr Johnson. Not like my maids, like a normal maid that just tidies things up around the house. I was fascinated by maids, just the clothing and their etiquette and their demeanor, I loved it. Later in life, I discovered I had some... fetishes, if you will. I found I enjoyed latex and bondage and those types of things as well."

Allison put a look of disgust on her face, she didn't know why anybody would ever be interested in that kind of thing. Mary noticed it but continued pushing forward with the story.

"When I turned 18 I began working for Mr. Johnson in the same position as my mother, who had unfortunately died a year earlier. He assigned me to work for his granddaughter, Patricia. She was rather... spoiled, you could say. She was the heiress of his entire massive fortune and it had somewhat gone to her head. We were the same age and we were actually closer to being friends than in a business relationship. One day, when I was cleaning her room, I noticed she had left her computer unlocked. On it there was a large order for various bondage equipment. You wouldn't believe my excitement when I saw this. I delved deeper and saw she had recorded herself doing self-bondage several times, so I knew she was into the same thing I was.

"When I approached her about it, she was mortified. She begged me not to tell anyone. I offered her something different though. I offered to be her mistress and she accepted, albeit somewhat reluctantly. Over time though, we grew closer and closer together. When her grandfather died and she inherited his fortune, we got married and she gave it to me. Now, she is my head maid and we are happy as ever!"

Mary finished her story and stepped back, waiting for Allison to digest it all. After a moment, Allison said, "Was that supposed to make me want to work for you?"

Mary sighed again. "Well, it might help if I told you what your wage would be."

"No amount of money could make me do that."

"Five hundred thousand a year?"

"Five hundred... What?"

"Five hundred thousand a year. And you can quit anytime you want."

"Five hundred thousand..." Allison trailed off, thinking hard. That was more money than she could fathom, and that's for one year.

'I could work for a year, then use the money to survive while I find another job...' one side of Allison thought.

'But, the maids! That's weird! You would be stuck in that suit all day for an entire year!' another side said.

'Yeah but... five hundred THOUSAND...' Allison couldn't make up her mind.

"And I can quit whenever I want?"

"Anytime you want. I just ask that if you start, please try it out for at least a week. It might grow on you."

Allison thought hard, her two sides conflicting with each other. After a long while, she finally made up her mind.

"I... will try it out... for a week. But only for the money."

"Wonderful!" Mary exclaimed. "I will get you set up right away!"

After Mary took off Allison's handcuffs, they walked around through the halls until they got to a large staircase that went to a lower level.

"Downstairs is where you will live!" Mary told her as she enthusiastically traveled down the stairs. Allison followed her, leading to less grand and more simple halls and doorways.

The pair entered a large room with a desk where Mary sat down on the far side of. The desk had food on top of it and Mary signaled to Allison that she could eat. Allison quickly began eating, shocked at how good the food was. Mary pulled out some documents and, after Allison had read everything, they both signed, finalizing their deal. Mary then got up and led Allison to another room.

"Lets get you fitted out, shall we?" Mary pushed open the door, revealing a massive walk-in closet. Hanging in rows on either side were dozens of suits of varying colors. Allison spotted at least ten different colors, all with matching pairs of boots underneath.

"Impressive, isn't it?" Mary asked, smiling over her shoulder at Allison as she went deeper into the closet.

At the back right corner of the closet a section of purple clothing was hanging. Allison warily approached Mary, who was flicking through hangers, looking for the clothing she required. Allison saw three different pairs of footwear: the ballet boots, a pair of booted stilettos that weren't a ballet style, and a pair of purple and black dress shoes.

"The ballet boots will be part of your uniform every day, the stilettos will be for special occasions, and the dress shoes are for when other people are over. My fetishes are exactly public, so I have my maids dress normally when other people are here." Mary explained to Allison.

Allison watched Mary sort through the clothing hanging. She saw several different purple latex catsuits, latex dresses and maid outfits, latex hoods, gloves, everything she saw was made of latex except for a single normal maid outfit accented with purple colors to the side. Allison assumed that outfit would go with the dress shoes.

Mary finally pulled down a an outfit for Allison. It consisted of a purple latex catsuit with socks and gloves attached. With it, a black and purple latex maid uniform was presented. It was a long dress version that had the typical black-and-white lace material, but made of latex and with purple accents. Mary also held a pair of purple panties and a purple bra.

"Everything matches!" Mary said with a smile, directing Allison over to a another door out of the closet. Allison entered a brightly-lit bathroom and Mary closed the door behind her.

"There should be oil on the wall, you may need it to get in the suit."

Allison truly thought her life had hit rock bottom. She was stooping down to the lowest level of low in order to make money. In her mind, by accepting the job to exist as one of Mary's fetish fantasies, she was no better than a stripper. But she was committed now, so she grit her teeth and began stripping down.

After an amazing, long hot shower (Allison hadn't showered or washed her hair in days), she stepped out and dried herself off, putting her purple undergarments on. At this moment she hesitated. She looked at the bottle of oil attached to the wall, building up the willpower to do what she needed to do.

In a spur of courage, she squeezed out a small dab of oil onto her hand and began rubbing it over her body. She had held the latex suit and knew how difficult it would be for her to get it on, so she committed to layering the oil on. After her body was oiled, she continued with her frenzy of movement, knowing hesitating now would stop her from being able to continue. She grimaced as she slid into the suit, trying to not look at herself in the mirror. It took several minutes to get the suit in place, and another several minutes for it to be comfortable. The latex comfortably squeezed Allison's body from all sides in a surprisingly cozy way. Allison then reached up and grabbed the maid dress and pulled it on.

Once everything was in place, Allison couldn't resist to look in the mirror. When she did, she saw herself, clad in purple latex, matching the other women she had seen. Initially she was disgusted with herself, but the she realized what else she saw. She saw her hair, clean for the first time in weeks. She wasn't hungry, she wasn't dirty, and she saw in her eyes hope that maybe her life would get better after this job.

Allison left the bathroom to see Mary sitting expectantly on a bench, waiting for her. When she exited, Mary exclaimed, "Oh, you look so beautiful!" Allison smiled, but on the inside she felt retched. "Lets get you into the rest of your uniform."

Mary led Allison back to the purple section of the closet and removed the boots, a hood, one of the panels that Allison had seen the other maids wearing, and a purple ball gag.

"Wait, what is that thing for?" Allison asked upon seeing the gag.

"It's one of the rules I have for my maids. You must always be gagged except during eating time and for one hour a day of your choosing."

Allison groaned to herself, recalling the section in the document she signed that said she must follow all the rules that Mary imposed on her maids.

At this, Allison sat down on the bench and tentatively slid her latex-clad feet into the boots. Surprisingly they were in her size, but they still cramped her toes down on the bottom. Allison zipped the boot up, followed by Mary who secured the zipper in place with a little metal lock that matched the ones of the other maids. The boot was now locked onto her foot with no way for Allison to take it off.

The same was done for the other boot. Allison's feet were now pointed straight down. She carefully stood up, testing out her balance now that her only contact with the ground was the tip of her toes and a thin stiletto that came down from her heel. She took a couple of careful steps, finding it not terribly difficult to balance in the shoes as long as she concentrated.

"Now, time for the hood!" Mary exclaimed excitedly.

Allison sat back down on the bench and put her hair up into a ponytail so that it was coming out near the top of her head. She daintily took the ball gag and, taking a deep breath, shoved it into her mouth and secured it behind her head. Mary had to intervene and tighten the gag considerably. "So it won't fall out" she said with a smile.

Then Allison took the hood up in her hands and carefully pulled it over her head. She fed her hair through the hole at the top before stretching the hood the rest of the way down her face. A collar was built into the hood that could be secured around her neck to prevent her from taking it off. Once it was in place, she found that the tightness of the hood compressed her head in a similar way to the rest of the suit. The latex was surprisingly breathable, allowing Allison to breathe easily through her nose. She could feel the drool begin building up in her mouth from the gag and tried to swallow it to little success.

"Alright, time for the panel now", Mary said. She stood over Allison with the panel gag and wrapped it around her head for her. She tightened the straps, pushing the panel tightly against the ball gag underneath the hood. It forced the gag deeper into Allison's mouth making her drool more and making it harder to swallow it. Now that Allison was completely in her uniform, Mary stepped back and held up a mirror for her to see.

Allison hardly recognized herself. She looked like a copy of the other maids, a gross fetish toy for Mary. Only through repeatedly imagining herself leaving the mansion in a year with a years worth of pay was she able to not quit right then and there. Allison noticed that both the collar and the panel gag had the same little lock as her boots did, making sure Allison wouldn't be able to take them off.

"I hold the only key to those locks. Every morning, when you put on your uniform, I will have 4 unlocked locks laying out for you. One for each of your shoes, one for the collar and one for the panel. That is part of your uniform and if you aren't wearing them when I see you tomorrow, I will be very disappointed", Mary explained. She said 'disappointed' in a way that didn't imply punishment, but rather that Allison would miss out on something good if she didn't comply. It was also in her contract she had signed, and Allison didn't want to give Mary any reason to withhold her pay.

Allison tried to say OK but the ball gag, the latex and the panel all combined dampened the sound to the slightest of murmurs. She had to repeat herself with much more effort in order for Mary to hear her, who in turn chuckled at the sound.

By this point it was almost ten o'clock at night. According to the document Allison had signed, bedtime was at 10:00pm every night and that they must go to their rooms to sleep. Mary led Allison to her room where she would live for the next year.

"This is your room!" Mary said, pushing a door open and turning on the light. Allison shakily entered, balancing in her shoes as best she could. The room was very simple, some bookshelves to one side of the room, a TV mounted on the wall and a queen sized bed in the center. As Allison looked closer, she noticed that there were chains on the bed. Upon seeing this, Allison began backing away, shaking her head and saying 'no no no no' into her gag, which came out as a stream of moans.

"Hey, you signed the agreement. You know the rules." Mary chastised Allison who had backed up to the doorway. Allison recalled that one of the rules was that the maids would have to spend some time in bondage, but she hadn't thought it would be while she slept. 'Think about the money, think about the money...' Allison repeated to herself as she warily approached the bed.

Allison carefully laid down on the bed, trying her hardest to not touch the chains. Upon closer observation they were laid out in a spread-eagle pattern. Each chain ended in an electronic cuff with a little light on it.

"Every day, before ten pm, you need to be in bed with the cuffs locked. At ten pm, they will lock and flash red, then they will unlock at seven am the next morning. If you aren't in bed at the correct time, I will be disappointed in you", Mary said in the same way as she had before. Allison groaned as Mary secured the cuffs around each of her ankles, then around her wrists. She pulled the chains tight, securing Allison in the spread-eagle position.

"Normally, my maids love to do this on their own. Its part of our agreement, they work for me as my maid and I reward them with some things to keep them entertained. Hopefully you eventually learn to love this just as much as I do."

Allison moaned in frustration. She watched as Mary walked back to the door, flicked the light switch, said "good night!", and closed the door.

Allison was plunged darkness. A small nightlight on the wall provided only a small comfort to her as she laid on the bed. The bed itself was comfortable, but Allison soon grew antsy at being in that position for so long. Her limbs were fully extended, giving her barely any wiggle room. The gag was beginning to strain her jaw. She tried to move her mouth about but the panel was tight enough that it prevented her from shifting the gag underneath the latex at all. Her feet were beginning to cramp in the ballet boots and nothing she could do could alleviate the position they were forced in.

As Allison lay, her arms and legs stretched out, her body clad in an embarrassing latex maids uniform, an embarrassing gag in her mouth with drool pooling up, she reflected on how quickly her situation had changed from only a few hours ago. Through only the prospect of her getting paid, and her now having guaranteed food and shelter, was she able to eventually fall into an uneasy sleep in her bound position.