After another month of working at the mansion and a wonderful experience with Raven, Allison realizes her place in the mansion...

It had been a rough week. Mary had come down with some sort of sickness. She had been bed-ridden, throwing up constantly without an end in sight. In combination with a consistent high fever, the mansion's doctor Grace was hard-pressed to keep Mary from getting hurt from the sickness.

In response to the sickness, all the maids were forced to wear masks in addition to their normal headgear. As per procedure, their ball and panel gags were swapped out with ring gags that forced their mouth open at all times to help them if they were to similarly become sick. Their hoods were also replaced with versions that had a hole for their mouth, in case someone were to throw up.

In addition to the precautions taken with the maid's daily bondage, extra rounds of sanitizing, disinfecting and cleaning were performed daily, with each maid focused on keeping their personal areas just as clean as the rest of the mansion. With Mary out of commission, Patricia took charge through assigning chores and making sure everyone is doing what they should be at all times. Another consequence of Mary being out of commission was that the maids began to lose out on what they got to do with her every week...

Allison was walking steadily through the halls of the mansion with a bucket of water in hand. She wore her normal purple latex catsuit with her purple latex maid's uniform over the top of it. For the entire week she had been treated to new headgear, he got to wear a ring gag and a latex hood that didn't cover the lower part of her face. Over the top of her open mouth she wore a surgical mask, hiding the fact that she was gagged from anybody who didn't know before-hand. Her purple shiny ballet boots clicked steadily along the tile floor as Allison hurried to her destination. Mary had had another bout of throwing up and Grace, the mansion's doctor, had called for a maid to come clean it while she worked on Mary.

Allison silently slipped into Mary's room, where she lay on her bed asleep. Grace, wearing an identical uniform to Allison except for the fact that her colored outfit was white and not purple, was kneeling on the floor scrubbing a puddle of throw-up that Mary had leaned out of bed to eject. Allison hurried over, her heels clicking on the floor, and began to help Grace silently, scrubbing at the floor with medical gloves and her bucket of water.

Allison was worried about Mary. When she had first arrived she had loathed Mary for her fetishes and her setup in the mansion, but over the past 6 weeks she had grown to care for her, just as the other maids had. When she had first become sick, everyone was worried for her and hoped she recovered. After a week of being sick, everyone was stressed an tired from the constant strain that the illness was putting on the mansion.

After the mess was cleaned up, Allison stood up and stretched her back. She looked at Mary lying motionless and silent in the bed, breathing steadily.

"She's asleep so she should be OK for now. I gave her some medicine, it should help her stay asleep" Grace said quietly to Allison. She said it in gag-speak that Allison could now fully understand.

"Is she going to recover?" Allison asked through her gag, her face full of worry.

"She should be fine. It might take another week or so but she'll recover."

Allison gave a sigh of relief. "I didn't realize how much I cared for her until she got sick."

"Yeah, that's usually how it goes with new maids." Grace sighed, looking at Mary. "Lets give her some rest."

The pair left the room, closing the door behind them gently. They began walking down the hall in silence, when Grace suddenly stopped at a door.

"Could you help me with something?"

"Yeah, of course."

Grace pushed the door open and flicked a light on. Allison entered looking about the small room. It was about the size of an appointment room at a hospital, and there was a large machine with a chair to one side with another chair on the other side. The chair with the machine seemed more akin to one of the bondage racks that she had seen scattered about the mansion and had grown used to.

"Whats the machine do?"

"You'll see. Can you sit down?" Grace directed Allison to the chair not attached to the machine. Allison sat and watched as Grace sat in the machine, putting each of her legs up on small struts.

Allison watched, confused, as Grace pulled her maid uniform up, revealing a zipper attached to the latex catsuit near her crotch. Slightly grossed out, Grace unzipped it, revealing her butt through it. A large butt plug was situated in her butt that Allison could now see. Allison was grossed out, but not as terribly as she would have been on her first day working there. She assumed it was placed there as part of Grace's fetish interests and that she needed help removing it since Mary had been unable to function for the past week.

Allison began to stand up to help her take it out when Grace said, "Can you attach that tube to the plug?" as she pointed to a long, clear plastic tube hanging from the machine.

Allison must have looked confused because Grace explained herself. "Every week, Mary will satisfy me with this machine. We were supposed to do it the day she got sick, so it's been two weeks now and I miss it, to say the least."

"What... does the machine do?" Allison asked tentatively.

Grace looked a little sheepish. "I have an enema fetish, the plug lets me have an enema without removing it."

"Whats an enema?"

"It's where you fill up with fluid inside of you, this machine will pump fluid up into me. I can't explain why it feels good, it just does."

Allison was a little shocked. She knew of some of the weird fetishes that some of the people around the mansion had, but this one seemed to top them all. She couldn't believe that someone would voluntarily fill themselves with fluid to please themself.

"I, uhhh, sure yeah I can help." Although Allison was grossed out, she was still willing to help out a fellow maid. If she had been asked at the start of her time working at the mansion, she probably would have run out of the building completely revolted. Now, she was somewhat accustomed to these kinds of things.

Allison connected the tube to the plug. At the prompting of Grace, she turned the machine on, pressing certain buttons and flipping specific switches.

"How long have you had the plug in for?" Allison asked, the thought suddenly coming to mind.

"Around since I got here."

Allison was shocked, she had to have worked there for at least 6 weeks since that was when Allison had arrived. "How long ago was that?"

"About five years ago."

Allison was floored. Having an invader inside your body, not being removed for 5 years?! That was wild to her. "How on earth did you get here?"

"If you can rub my stomach while this machine does its thing, I'll tell you."

Allison agreed, turning the machine on. Grace's stomach began to swell as fluid was pumped through the tube into her body. Grace relaxed in her chair, a look of bliss on her face under her mask. As Allison slowly began massaging her stomach, she could feel the fluid beneath the skin. Her stomach continued to swell up before it stopped when Grace appeared pregnant. At this point, Grace began telling her story.

"I went through dentistry school when I came out of college and became a doctor in dentistry. After only a couple years I got bored and longed something better. I swapped over and got my medical doctorate and practiced for another couple of years, but still was bored. I came to the mansion one time on an emergency call for Patricia, she was in her laid uniform and I learned about Mary's secret. She swore me to secrecy, but I instead asked her if I could join to find out if this is what I wanted to do instead. She agreed and I'm still here after five years."

Allison was impressed. A double doctorate to come and work for Mary, all because she was bored. The machine began to drain Grace's enema, and she sighed in content. After disconnecting the machine and watching Grace re-situate herself, Allison left, absorbing her newest experience at the mansion.

That afternoon, during the maid's free time, Allison bee-lined to Raven's room. Upon entering her room, Allison saw Raven sitting on her bed, reading a book. She wore an identical uniform to Allison, but hers was blue. Her dark skin and hair complimented the blue latex she was wearing nicely. Allison burst into her story, telling her about her experience. Raven was Allison's first acquaintance at the mansion, and they had grown to become very good friends over the past few weeks.

after pulling her mask and gag off, Allison told the story quickly. When she finished, Raven seemed unshaken.

"I mean, everybody here has their own fetishes. Grace's is simply, a little different than one would normally expect it to be", Raven told Allison matter-of-factly.

"Everybody does? I thought it was just the latex thing."

"Well, we all have that in common. Its just that other things can also make us happy. Like Patricia, she really enjoys more of the bondage side of things. She uses a sleep-sack every other night, just 'cause that's what she's into."

Allison thought for a moment. "What are everyone's fetishes?"

"Well, Megan has a foot fetish, she and Mary's once-a-week is Mary messing with her feet. Britney has a quicksand fetish, setting that one up in the garden was a pretty big deal when she joined. Maria is a forniphile, which means she likes to be treated like an object, or specifically furniture. Her gear is kinda cool to be honest, restrains her in the position of a chair or stool."

"What about you?"

"I enjoy sensory-deprivation. Whenever I do my session with Mary, she puts earplugs and earmuffs on me, then a hood. Not being able to see or feel or hear anything, not being able to say anything or move about, oh that's just so exciting to me!" Raven smiled at the thought of it. She suddenly got thoughtful. "What are you interested in Allison?"

"Oh, I'm not into anything. I don't have any of those fetishes that you guys have."

"Oh come on, everyone has something that turns them on!"

"No, nothing I can think of", Allison assured her.

"You want to try one out? We can find out if you are into anything" Raven ventured.

"No I... Well, I might try a normal one. Not the weird enema thing" Allison contemplated.

"No of course not, I personally think that one's a little odd too. But to each their own I guess, I'm not judging them. I have the stuff here to do sensory-deprivation if you want. Try that one out first."

"Yeah, that sounds fine. We can do that first."

Raven jumped out of bed and retrieved a box from underneath the bed. Opening it, multiple sensory-deprivation related items were present. Raven pulled out a pair of earplugs, noise-cancelling headphones, a large ball gag, blindfolds and leather hoods. Finding the right sizes for Allison, she inserted the earplugs into her ears. Allison ability to hear was greatly diminished by the plugs, only to be entirely cut off by the noise-cancelling headphones. Looking at Raven, Allison saw her moving her mouth as if she was saying something.

"I can't hear you!" Allison shouted. Raven laughed before moving on to the next items. She applied a large red ball gag to Allison's mouth, making her mouth open all the way. Next, a leather blindfold was applied, robbing Allison of her sense of sight.

"Ahhr thyou donth yetpt?" Allison asked, already noticing some level of stimulation in herself. Whether Raven answered or not, she couldn't hear her. Allison felt a large object start to be pressed over her face, and she assumed it was the leather hood. Raven pulled the hood onto her head, and Allison felt as she started to tighten the hood, pulling the laces on the back tight. While Allison had some level of awareness before the hood, having the leather tighten over her head sealed her entirely in. Before, the sounds of the headphones moving and the light sneaking in from the sides of the blindfold made her sensory experience only partial, but the hood pulled everything in tight to her head. She snorted through her nose through two small slits where her nostrils would be. She couldn't even hear herself breathe.

As Allison was adjusting, Raven prepared another level. She quickly pulled Allison's arms behind her back and handcuffed them in place. Allison, unable to see it coming, was helpless as Raven robbed her of her arm's movement. She let out a startled squeak when she did so, and Allison couldn't hear that anything came out of her mouth. She yelled 'hello' as loud and powerfully through her gag as her lungs would permit, and she couldn't hear it. She was completely void of her senses of hearing and sight. Her body naturally focused more on her sense of touch to compensate, and she noticed that Raven was doing something to her.

Raven pulled Allison down onto the bed with her. Allison flopped down at her mercy, completely unaware of what Raven was doing. She began to gently caress Allison's body, starting at her stomach and moving her way up towards her chest. Allison involuntarily let out moans, unaware she was doing it and inciting Raven to continue. She began to stroke and caress her breasts to more moans from Allison. Raven flipped over on top of Allison, straddling her body. She continued to stroke and caress her body to the immense enjoyment of both.

Allison was lost in bliss. Completely unable to see or hear what Raven was doing, she was left to the mercy of her hands and fingertips. Locked in complete darkness and silence, her sense of touch was heightened to a powerful degree. She felt as Raven's hands traced along her body, wondering where they would travel next. She had never realized she could be turned on so powerfully by something as simple as losing her sense of sight and hearing. With her hands pinned behind her back by the handcuffs, she was at the mercy of Raven for her to do as she pleased.

The pair cuddled and played in this manner for their entire hour of free time. When Raven finally undid the handcuffs and pulled the hood off (Allison had no idea how much time had passed), she felt genuinely pleased.

"Wow, that was... amazing!" Allison had never felt pleasure to that degree in her life. She understood now that if something like an enema or being treated as furniture made someone feel like this, then of course they would continue to do it.

"Did you enjoy that? You definitely sounded like you did..." Raven said with a smile.

"Raven... Thank you. So much. I didn't know it was possible to feel that way. So... Thank you."

Raven laughed. "No problem! I'm just glad someone else feels the way I do."

"Yeah, can we do that again some time?" Allison asked hesitantly.

"Definitely! Maybe swap roles some time, let me have some fun too!" Raven said with a laugh.

"Yeah, definitely..."

That night, after Allison showered, she was laying in her bed reading a book. She found focusing on the book difficult, all she could think of was her experience with Raven. When 10:00pm came, Allison put her book away and turned her light off. For the past month and a half, Allison had been instructed to chain herself up at night in the spread-eagle position. Since Mary had been sick, that rule was voided in case someone got sick while they were sleeping. Allison laid in the dark in her bed, wondering why she was having such a difficult time falling asleep. After a while, she realized she felt uncomfortable without the chains.

Allison looked down at one of the ankle cuffs, coiled around the bed post. After a few moments of contemplation, she sat up, uncoiled the chain and locked it around her ankle. She repeated the same for her other ankle, then for each of her hands. She immediately felt more relaxed, restrained in the spread-eagle position as she had been for the previous month.

Allison began to realize that she was beginning to fall into the rhythm of the mansion. She accepted everyone's strange fetishes. Simultaneously, she realized she loved bondage. She also realized she was in love with Raven. Specifically that day when she had been caressed by her, held by her and at her mercy, she realized she was just as much into everything at the mansion just as much as everyone else there. She looked forward to the next time she could be with Raven, and she looked forward to her restraints every night. She eventually fell asleep in bliss, realizing that this was where she belonged.