“Goodbye Ma’am, Sir, enjoy your time away!’ Randy called out as Mr. and Mrs. Tomlinson headed towards the waiting car. The busty blonde woman was dressed in her formal maid attire that she had been issued as part of the Tomlinson household. It was proper enough, but looked positively sleek with just a hint of raw sensuality when Randy wore it. She stood in the arch of the door, one hand demurely held in front of her waist as she used the other to wave properly.

Mrs. Tomlinson turned back, smiling, “We really do appreciate you being around dear. Do please ensure Matthew doesn’t bother you. He can be a trifle much.”

Randy smiled and shook her head with a polite laugh, “Not a problem Ma’am, I’ll make certain all my tasks are completed and that the young master doesn’t get in my way overly much. If you require anything additional to be completed while you are away, please do let me know. I want the pair of you to have a relaxing and worry free time away.”

“You are such a sweetheart, Randy, thank you.” Mrs. Tomlinson got into the back of the car, joined a moment later by her husband. The car was soon easing away from the house, picking up speed down the long drive. Randy stayed by the door, watching them depart, and headed back inside once the car turned away, and was lost from her view. Randy idly held up her phone and tapped a single command into it, giggled, and then pocketed the device.

The sultry blonde shut the door, and then spent a few moments doffing the high heels that the Tomlinson’s insisted she wear when in service to them. Randy groaned gratefully as the heels came off, and she spent a few minutes massaging her aching feet. They were wonderful employers, truly, but they did insist on the maids (of which Randy was the latest) being eye catchingly lovely. Certainly it was a helpful status thing when they had guests over. The extra stipends that Randy was granted to keep herself looking lovely and fill out her service wardrobe were nothing to sneeze at either.

Her feet suitably seen to, Randy sprang to her feet and padded softly through the mansion. Much of it was empty, the bulk of the staff having been dismissed with pay for a few weeks while the Tomlinsons were gone. A nice sudden vacation for them all, and helpfully for Randy it meant that she need only interact with the single remaining soul. The young master, Matthew Tomlinson.

And interact with him she had, Randy grinned.

When she had left the main areas of the mansion, and entered the suite that the Tomlinsons had assigned to her, Randy’s ears could pick up the faint moaning that she had been expecting to hear. A loud buzzing sound accompanied it, and Randy fairly skipped down the small hallway until she emerged into her sitting area. Where the young master had been stored since he had said farewell to his parents early this morning. The excuse of a get together with friends had separated him from being at the door to say goodbye, and had allowed Randy to prepare him properly.

Matthew’s slight frame had been expertly rigged with rope. His only protection were the boxers that Randy had allowed him to keep, but the rest of him had been expertly webbed up. His legs captured in a strict frogtie, while his arms and chest captured in an elaborate boxtie. A thick leather panel gag kept him from spitting out the large plug gag that Randy had seated within his mouth. Nicely submissive. Which was proclaimed for anyone who might have happened upon him (unlikely as that might have been) by the thick leather collar around his neck. A tag jingled as he squirmed, the words Randy’s Pet inscribed on it. Randy felt a little thrill as she saw her plaything, and paused in the doorway to watch him squirm on the padded coffee table. She knew Matthew always felt she went a bit overkill with the rope, but she enjoyed it when he looked like a trussed up Christmas ham. Utterly helpless. Utterly submissive. Utterly hers.

Randy adored her new position as Maid in the household. The sultry woman had needed only a few days to have the young man of the house wrapped around her finger. He had practically followed her around like a lost puppy for the first week, and it hadn’t been terribly difficult to encourage his fascination with her. Sufficient that when she decided that the boy needed a bit of control if he was going to be around her so much, he willingly locked himself in chastity and gave her the key. Willingly allowed her to collar and bind him whenever she pleased. And of course, such eager submission was rewarded with orgasms from her, with opportunities or him to massage her feet, to kiss her boots and heels, and to have her relentlessly tease him at all hours of the day.

Soon enough she had him cleaning his own space in simple leather bondage while she occasionally checked in on him, with the long afternoons spent in relaxation and reading while he massaged her feet in chains or squirmed nearby in a tight hogtie, as he was now. The Tomlinsons were often away on business or vacation, and it never seemed to occur to either of them that their sweet son was falling under the thrall of their most recent maid. Which meant that her young charge increasingly spent more and more of his days and nights being dominated by his maid.

When his parents had departed, from the moment their car left the drive, he wasn’t allowed clothes anymore. Just his collar, his chastity cage, and any bondage that Randy chose to place him in. Perhaps it was a little overkill, but Randy simply adored the boy when he was in submissive mode.

She went to him, settling down near his head and allowing Matthew to rest himself against her while she unbuckled the gag. As soon as it came out, her performed properly, planting a respectful kiss on her hand and quietly thanking her for her continued control. Randy patted his naked ass, which was thrumming with the vibrating butt plug she had switched on from the front door.

“Now, my sweet Matthew. I know the last two years have been a sort of gap period for you, but I really do think you need to be moving on to the next stage of your life.” Randy patted his ass again and began drawing little circles on his rump and back with her fingernails, “I think that rather than going directly to college, you might want to get out and acquire some life skills. Something that will be useful for you in your career prospects…”

Randy continued stroking her fingers along his naked body, enjoying the moans and quivers that came from her boy, “I think what you need is some time away from home…perhaps you’d like to move in with me?”

Matthew just moaned, grinding his caged cock against the padding beneath him, enjoying the vibrations and her touch. The maid grinned, “Oh yes, my sweet Pet. I think what you truly need is a nice long period of full time service, where you don’t need to concern yourself with a social life, a formal education, anything beyond serving your Mistress…”

The boy moaned again, more deeply, and Randy’s grin deepened.

It might take more actual convincing of course, but that was the moment she was confident he would give in. Confident that he was hers. Soon enough she would have her own maid at her small home, bound and enslaved and forever enthralled under her control...