Synopsis: It's Allison's first day as a latex maid in Mary's mansion. As she becomes accustomed to her new position, she meets the other maids and learns about how THEY became maids...

Allison woke up to the sound of a blaring alarm. She snapped awake, the sound echoing inside her head. It was one of the infuriatingly painful-to-listen-to alarms that everyone hates. Allison saw the clock on the other side of the room that said 7:00am and instinctively tried to sit up, forgetting she was still bound in a spread-eagle position. She pulled against the chains, the links clicking as she strained against them with her arms. Allison suddenly remembered the previous night, her signing the waiver, her deal with Mary and most of all, her current state in the bed. With the alarm still blaring, Allison grunted into her gag (which had made her jaw painfully stiff from an entire night of being gagged) and turned her head to look at her latex-clad hand and arm. She searched for the release mechanism for the cuff, seeing the indicator light had turned green. For a few panicked moments, she scrabbled at the chain below the cuff, trying to find some sort of switch that would open them. Miraculously, Allison discovered that pulling the chain down from the cuff disengaged the latch, to which her hand sprung free. She quickly did the same for her other hand, followed by her two ankle cuffs.

Allison slid to one side of the bed and, forgetting she was wearing the ballet boots, instantly fell down as she tried to stand up, her body slamming to the ground. Allison shouted into her gag, the drool that had pooled up overnight dribble down her chin. She tried to stand up again in her disoriented state but fell a second time. She resorted to crawling over to the alarm on the shelf located at the far wall in order to turn it off. Once she finally turned it off, she moaned a sigh of relief and collapsed onto her back on the floor, breathing through her nose hard.

After the initial excitement, Allison slowly relaxed, her heart rate steadily dropping back down. She began going over the events of the previous night in her head, recalling the mansion, her conversation with Mary, her interactions with the other maids, her getting into the 'uniform', everything that had ultimately led up to her being restrained in her bed in a purple latex maid's costume for an entire night, gagged and chained in a spread eagle. Allison felt even more disgusted at herself after having slept on the decision.

Allison suddenly noticed that her jaw was painfully stiff from the gag. She tried moving the purple ball about in her mouth, but the thick layer of latex over her mouth and nose, as well as the tight leather panel gag over the top of that, prevented her from shifting it about at all. Her hands flew up to the panel, fumbling with the straps, trying to remove it so she can stretch her cramped jaw. Her fingers quickly found the small lock securing the panel in place, recalling Mary's 'gagged-at-all-times' rule. She groaned into the gag, trying to swallow the spit that had pooled up yet again in her mouth to no avail.

Allison's thoughts slowly shifted over to what she was going to do next. She looks around the room, spotting a note on the table next to the alarm. She goes to stand up, almost falls over a third time, and chooses to crawl back to the table. She grabs the note and reads:

"7:05am - Shower

7:20am - Get Dressed

7:30am - Medical Checkup

7:45am - Breakfast

8:15am - Chore Assignment"

Allison groaned at the thought of needing to do chores in her uniform. But to start, she needed to take her shower. Using the table as support, Allison unsteadily stood up, balancing in the steep ballet heels. Her feet were sore and stiff from being forced in them all night, giving her a hard time when she tried to stand. Once she got her balance, she took shaky steps towards a door in the side of her room. She opened the door, revealing a large walk-in closet with a bathroom entrance on the other side. Allison, taking unsteady steps, walked through the closet, looking at the clothes hung up throughout. Someone had come in during the night and stocked the closet with everything Allison could need while working there. There were 4 matching purple latex catsuits, 4 purple maid uniforms, an extra pair of each shoe that Allison had seen the night before, purple latex hoods, gags, panels and finally, the normal maid uniform that they would wear when Mary had guests at the mansion.

Allison entered the bathroom, impressed by the large marble countertop, the pristine mirror and the large shower and bathtub on the opposite wall. Allison spotted a small key sitting on the counter, which she hurriedly grabbed. She fumbled at the lock on her panel, finally slipping the key into the keyhole and turning it. To her excitement the lock clicked open. Allison tore the panel off, unlocked the collar that the hood was attached to and ripped the hood off. She hurriedly tore the gag out of her mouth and immediately let out a sigh of relief, massaging her jaw as she moved it about. Her mouth tasted of rubber and her jaw hurt from the amount of time it had been in the position it was. Allison quickly removed both boots in a similar manner and sat on the floor of the bathroom, stretching out her stuff limbs and feet. Allison eventually gained the willpower to stand up, remove her latex maid costume and her catsuit, and stiffly dragged herself into the shower.

Following her shower, Allison turned off the water and opened the door, the steam tumbling out past her. She was startled to find that none of her 'uniform' was still where she had left it piled up on the floor. The key was also missing. Allison stumbled out of the shower and dried herself off with a towel she found neatly folded under the sink. Wrapping the towel about herself, she exited the bathroom and went into the closet. Here, she performed the same (in her eyes) disgusting process of oiling her body, sliding into the catsuit, pulling the maid uniform over the top of it and, much to her discomfort, applying the ball gag, hood and panel gag. She left them much looser than Mary had put them on the night before, allowing herself to move her jaw and swallow her drool to some degree. With her brown ponytail swinging against her hood, she pulled the ballet boots on, locking them in with two small locks she found awaiting her on the closet counter. She applied the remaining two locks to her panel and the collar on the hood, locking herself into her uniform.

Allison again consulted her list: 7:30am - Medical Checkup. Refreshed and awakened by her shower, she more confidently walked into her room, balancing much better in her boots than she had before. Her alarm clock read '7:28am'. Allison decided to go find where she would get her checkup and so she opened her door, striding swiftly (but carefully) out of her room.

"MMM! Mmnnn mmrrrllk!" Allison heard next to her.

She swung around, almost losing her balance again, a woman in an identical maid uniform but white. The woman's black skin color and hair heavily contrasted the painfully bright color of her uniform, the white and light gray accents of the uniform over the snow-white latex catsuit and boots.

"Whaammphh?" Allison asked, trying to say 'what' but only a garbled sound coming out from her mouth.

"Mmnnn mmrrlllk!" the woman said again. She was about the same height as Allison and had bright, cheerful eyes. If she didn't have a massive panel gag and hood on, she probably would have been smiling.

Allison clearly looked confused to the woman. The woman chuckled through her gag before saying "Mmmlnnm mmmmeh" and waving her hand before setting off down the hall. Allison took this to mean 'follow me' and shakily set off after her.

The woman confidently strode forward in her boots, clearly experienced in walking in them. Allison tried to keep up but inevitably fell into a wall, supporting herself as she tried to to stand back up. The woman heard her fall, laughed into her gag and stopped, waiting for Allison to catch back up. The woman and Allison entered a small room with standard stuff one would find at a hospital. After a short examination, the woman in white (clearly the doctor at the mansion) seemed satisfied and the two left to go eat breakfast.

At breakfast, Allison's gag was removed by Mary. She had a gold ring with many small keys hanging from it that she kept tucked away under her dress somewhere. Allison sat down at a long table where the other maids were sitting, their gags similarly removed. The group were happily talking to one another as they waited for their food. Allison was struck by how normal they seemed, they talked and interacted as if they weren't living in a mansion, frequently being restrained and the subject of some rich lady's fetishes.

After a short time, the woman wearing the silver catsuit from the night previous came out of a pair of doors that led to the kitchen holding a large plate of breakfast foods. A large plate full of steaming eggs, crispy hash-browns and juicy sausages and bacon was placed in front of her. At her first bite, she immediately fell in love with the cooking. It was truly phenomenal, Allison had never tasted anything so good in her life.

For the most part, the other maids left Allison alone, for which she was grateful. After a delicious breakfast and when the plates were whisked away by the silver maid, Mary went about replacing the gags. Allison was annoyed as her loose gagging job that she had done on purpose for it to be more comfortable was undone by Mary, who cinched the ball and panel down just as tight as they had been all night. Allison groaned into her gag as Mary winked at her before moving onto one of her other maids.

Once everyone was gagged and Mary had left, the maid in the black suit who Allison guessed was Patricia, stood up at one end and addressed everyone.

"Mmmmm, mnnn mpph nnn nmmpph mpphh"

Allison looked about at the other maids, unsure if she was supposed to be able to understood what Patricia was saying. They all watched her attentively, clearly understanding every undecipherable 'mmph' that Patricia made. She tried to understand what was being said but genuinely didn't know where to start. Luckily for her, once all the other maids had stood up and left the room, Patricia had approached her and handed her a piece of paper with a list of things she had to get done that day, correctly assuming Allison hadn't understood a thing. Allison expressed her thanks as best she could in the way she was gagged, to which Patricia laughed before leaving, her cherry-red hair swinging from the hole in the hood.

Allison spent multiple hours trying to complete her tasks. Her first task, 'Do the daily laundry' was simple. All she had done was find her way to the laundry room and start a load of laundry from the basket of clothes that had been placed, waiting for her. Her second task, 'Polish the upstairs trim', was a whole other matter. First, Allison had to travel up several flights of stairs in the boots, threatening to twist her ankles and send her tumbling down the stairs. Secondly, she was constantly stooping over to polish the wood board that ran parallel to the carpet. She eventually gave up on kneeling down, scrubbing, trying to stand back up in the boots, barely managing to do so and repeating and resorted to instead crawling through the halls. Her back was extremely sore when she finally stood up, groaning into her gag.

'I'm quitting tonight, I can't take another day of this' Allison thought to herself. Allison noticed the maid in red had quickly finished her tasks and was already enjoying some free time, annoyed that she was done and Allison still had tasks to do.

Mary had noticed Allison's discomfort and asked Britney, the maid in the pink uniform, to give her a massage. Allison was led down a flight of stairs to yet another room where Britney motioned for her to lay down on a massaging table. As she worked her hands into Allison's back, Allison sighed into her gag. 'Maybe I won't quit just yet' she thought lucidly.

After a quick lunch, consisting of small sandwiches with a delicate sauce, Allison was told by Mary she now had an hour of free time to do whatever she wanted. This would also be the hour she would be ungagged for the day. Allison made a beeline for her room, crashing onto the bed, feeling terrible about herself. For a few minutes, Allison lay in the bed, conflicted deeply with her thoughts, unsure whether she could continue doing this job as embarrassing as it was.

At that moment, a loud knock came from her door. Allison tried to ignore it, too upset to want to engage in conversation with anyone. A second knock came with a shouted "Are you in there?" It was a voice Allison didn't recognize, so she shouted back "Come in!"

The woman wearing the blue uniform entered, quietly closing the door behind her. She wasn't wearing her gag or hood so her long black hair was free to fall about her head. Allison was struck by how pretty she was, her brown skin and black hair all were seamless and blemish-less. She had a large, excited smile on her face.

"Hi Allison! Thought maybe you'd like to get to know some of the other people here!" She seemed very enthusiastic and clearly very much wanted to have a nice long chat.

Allison groaned. "No, I don't. I'm trying to get some sleep, could you leave me alone? Please?" The woman stopped with a hurt look on her face.

"Oh. Well, OK. If you want to chat, you can come into my room. It's across the hall."

"Fine. Thanks."

The woman left with a disappointed look on her face. Allison felt rather bad, she hadn't intended to hurt her feelings. After a few minutes, Allison decided to go apologize. It wouldn't do well to have bad relationships with the other people in the mansion if she really did stay for the entire year. Allison teetered her way out of her room and knocked on the door across the hallway from hers. The door abruptly opened, revealing the blue maid with a large smile on her face.

"Hey, I thought you might change your mind!"

"Well- I- I just wanted to apologize, for, uhh, being rude."

"Ohh, that's fine! I figured it might take a bit of time to adjust, come on in!"

Allison, thrown off by her demeanor, carefully walked inside. The room was painted a light blue, the color one might find in a coral reef. There were murals hand-painted on the wall of different tropical fish, turtle, sea plants and more. Dozens of different sized fish tanks lined the walls with different colored fish within. Allison walked over to one particular tank that held a beautiful angelfish with a long flowing tail and fins on top and bottom. She was in awe at the scene before her.

"Do you like it?" the blue maid asked sheepishly, as if she was worried Allison would say no.

"Its... beautiful", Allison said, still in awe.

"I'm Raven by the way", the woman said, "Raven Babineaux".

Allison turned to look at Raven and smiled. "This is awesome in here!"

Raven sat down on her bed as Allison continued walking about the room, taking in all the different fish and animals Raven had collected and took care of. Allison would occasionally ask what kind of fish she was looking at and Raven would tell her all about it, how she got it, why she wanted it... everything was amazing in Allison's mind. She quickly began to view Raven not as another fetish maid, but rather as a wonderful human being who happened to be here with her.Allison began wondering how someone like Raven, who seemed like such a sweet and respectful young woman, had come to be employed here as a maid.

"How did you come to... you know... work here?" Allison suddenly asked. She came and sat down on the bed next to Raven, looking inquisitively at her.

"Well, I started living here about a year ago. I discovered Mary's secret and requested that I join the others, so she offered me the job of maid", Raven said, smiling contentedly.

Allison sat and thought for a second. "How did you discover you, you know... wanted to do this?"

Raven laughed. "It's nothing to be ashamed of! You can say I wanted to be a latex maid and enjoy bondage at the hands of Mary. I don't mind!"

"How did you come to want to do that?"

"Well, I guess it all started when I was still living in my foster home."

"You lived in a foster home?" Allison suddenly asked, interested since she had lived in them as well.

"Yeah, my parents died in a car crash when I was 10. I joined a foster home shortly after and stayed there until after I turned 18. What actually showed me my love for bondage was when I got kidnapped when I was 18..."

Raven dove into the story oh how she was kidnapped by these two women in a van. Raven had been walking down the street well after dark and the van had pulled up next to her. One woman had jumped out and grabbed her and thrown her into the van where she was then restrained into a tight hogtie. She was kept in tight, elaborate bondage for several days before she was finally released.

"I remembered the women were into bondage just as much as I am now. My guess is they did it just to tie me up, not for a ransom or anything. They let me go a couple days after they had taken me and when I asked my foster parents they said nobody had heard anything from anyone, no ransom request or anything. Oh, but the bondage! They put me into a super strict hogtie with this nylon rope when they first took me, I didn't realize it at the time but I was super turned on by it. That night they took me back and restrained me spread eagle to a bed with a small vibrator to keep me company, that night truly awakened me. They had gagged me just as Mary does now, it was all no invigorating!" Raven practically squealed at this.

"Later they put me on a rack and tickled me for several hours, I was blindfolded and gagged and was completely at their mercy. I could do nothing to prevent them from doing anything they wanted to me, and that was exactly what turned me on so much. The second day they suspended me from the ceiling and played with me in every way you could imagine, I really wish I knew who they were so I could go back and tell them how much I enjoyed it."

"A couple months after my kidnapping, my foster parents and I and a couple of siblings attended a party here at the mansion that Mary hosted. I wandered about and found the closet with all the latex suits and stuff in it. I confronted Mary about it and, instead of keeping silent like she asked me too, I requested that she hire me to serve with the rest of her maids. She accepted and... I've been here for just over a year now. I love it here, she treats us so well and we have so much fun!" Raven finished her story. Allison sat there, partially in shock at how open Raven was with her interests in bondage and domination. She began to realize that all the people here at the mansion really truly enjoyed their positions.

Raven and Allison talked until their hour was up, at which point an announcement was made over an intercom. Raven promised to teach Allison gag-speak the next time they could talk with each other. Allison was glad someone would help her get accustomed to her new role. Raven put on her gag and insisted that she put on Allison's gag for her. Although she cinched the gag down much tighter than Allison wanted, she still was much happier to let her new friend put it on for her. She enjoyed the company of Raven, especially the close touching when Raven put her gag on for her. She knew that even though the mansion was completely foreign to her, she now had a close friend to spend her time with.

As Allison and Raven left their rooms and went upstairs to continue their afternoon chores, Allison spotted Mary and Patricia down a hall. Mary, wearing her black dress, was talking quietly with Patricia, walking arm in arm. Patricia was gagged and wearing her ballet boots, and was talking through her gag with Mary. Even though her moans were barely discernible, Mary seemed to be able to perfectly understand her. She saw them pause and look into each other's eyes, clearly cherishing the moment. Allison realized that they truly did love each other.

During her afternoon chores which weren't as difficult as her morning chores, Allison thought about how the day had gone. She thought to herself that it wasn't as bad as it initially seemed. There seemed to be legitimate relationships here and everyone was in their element with one another. She decided she would stay for quite a bit longer in order to learn more about the mansion and its residents, but definitely not permanently.

Allison ate dinner and talked with Raven during the entire meal. The more she spoke with Raven the more things they found in common, they both loved to read, they both had lived in foster homes and many more things. Raven put her gag on for her again following dinner and Allison didn't object, even when it was cinched uncomfortably tight. She loved the touch of Raven as she pulled the hood over her head and felt sad when they each went to their rooms.

That night, when Allison locked herself in bed as she had the night before, she felt not as worried or mad or embarrassed at herself about her choosing to take this job. So far, she had made a wonderful, sweet friend and had learned about how well Mary took care of her maids. As she fell asleep, chained spread-eagle in the bed, she decided maybe the job wasn't so bad...