Wondering what other surprises the house had in store for her, Janet decided she really ought to have read the paperwork first. 

She had only got two pages in when she found about the ‘included maid service’.

All she had to do to activate it was dial *001# on any house phone.

With a shaky hand, she did…

“Maid service activation code received from main drawing room. Staff will be in attendance shortly.”

The phone then hung up. 

Janet replaced the handset and waited. She didn’t have to wait long…

Three strangely dressed women walked in.

At first, they looked like normal parlour maids. Then, Janet looked closer…

The three women were veiled. The veils were covering over latex muzzles that completely covered their faces below the nose. The women were all gagged, and silent.

The dresses they were wearing were also made from latex, with a semi-transparent window down the front over their legs, exposing the fact that they were naked under them. They also had semi-transparent domes over their breasts built into the dresses, sitting on top of the inbuilt corsets.

They were all locked into their dresses; this was by metal collars round their necks, and metal bangles on their wrists. Chains ran from the bangles to the collar.

They were also wearing latex opera gloves that extended under the sleeves of the dresses and ballet boots.

The chains rattled gently as the women shivered with fear, not knowing what to expect next…

Before Janet could say anything, the women got her a drink, made her comfortable and started tidying the room, desperate to gain favour with her, as they thought she was just like her aunt.

Janet couldn’t believe how caring the women were. They silently saw to her every need. One of them even helped her off with her coat and took it and hung it up, then got the heating running. She shivered slightly as the cold hit her, as the house hadn’t been heated for a long time.

The maid noticed. She wrapped her in a throw, then snuggled up to her to keep her warm using her body heat. As the other maids came back in, having finished their chores, they joined them.

Soon, Janet was definitely not feeling cold anymore. She was actually feeling quite hot under the collar…!

She tried to protest, weakly, but was being turned on way too much by the way the maids were caring. She only wished she could talk to them, but she could find no way to undo their muzzles. Indeed, when she started feeling for any sort of lock or clasp the maid gently moved her hand away, then waggled a finger at her. She was obviously not supposed to undress them…

The maid gestured for her mobile phone, which Janet handed over.

“We are here for you; you are not here for us”, the maid typed. “We do not need or wish to speak to be able to service you properly; we are not sexual, despite our looks, we are here to work for you. Please bear that in mind; it will avoid us needing punishment or discipline later.”

The maid then handed the phone back.

Once Janet had warmed up and had a drink, the maids all got up and left, the last one to leave gesturing to the phone, as if to say, “you know how to call us if you need us”.

Janet was shocked and turned on at the same time. She also realised that none of the maids looked sad…

For some reason, after the maids had left, she started feeling quite lonely. After all, the house was massive; at the moment, however, she was the only actual ‘resident’ (not counting the staff, of course…)

For something to do, she started reading through the paperwork again, and she spotted something unusual (even for this house…!)

There was a line that gave just a code and a description; ‘Companion’.

Intrigued, Janet dialed the code…

She was waiting for a few minutes; just as she was about to dial again, a timid looking young lady came in, shivering.

“Pardon my delay, mistress!”, she said. “I’ve not been activated for so long, it took me a while to get dressed and moving again…!”

Janet looked at the woman in front of her. She could tell that she was absolutely terrified and expecting to be punished for being late.

Janet just called her over.

“Come here, little one”, she said. “Let me have a good look at you…”

Still shivering, the woman came over.

“I’ve got a daughter older than you!”, she said, shocked.

“I’m 18, mistress. This was my first job after further education. Please, I can’t lose my job…!”

Janet was in her late fifties. She wanted to mother the woman; treat her like a daughter, not a ‘companion’…!

The young woman was staring at her; she’d dropped to her knees, with her hands in her lap.

“Please, mistress, use me!”, she begged. “I don’t want to be replaced…!”

Janet was almost crying. How had her aunt treated people like this? All these people seemed to be in fear of her.

She beckoned the ‘companion’ over.

“Come and sit with me”, she said. “Tell me about yourself.”

Eagerly, the woman snuggled up next to Janet on the sofa.

“My name is Tanya”, she said. She flinched, then, as if expecting to be punished. As nothing happened, she carried on. “I was just finishing college when I was told my parents had been killed in a car crash. I also found out then that I was penniless.”

She stopped for a moment, swallowed, then continued.

“The previous Mistress was on the board of governors at the college I went to. She offered me a job, in return for which she would pay all my bills. I agreed, she paid them. I was travelling with her in the car to here when everything went black…”

“I woke up locked in a small room, wearing this outfit”, she said, gesturing at herself…

She was wearing a yellow latex boob tube, a skater skirt that wasn’t much wider than a belt and a set of fishnet tights. She also had a silver collar locked round her neck; when she shivered, the ring on the collar chinked faintly.

“I’ve been here ever since. Food gets delivered to my room daily. If anyone calls on my services, a message on my pager gives me a code which tells me which room to go to.” She pointed to the little box on her belt. “I’m not allowed access to mobile phones or the house phones, or television or the internet. If I try, I get a heavy shock from my collar. I’m allowed to read books; if you could get me some more, Mistress, I’d really appreciate it, as I’m running out of titles to read in my library.”

Janet couldn’t help it; she started stroking Tanya’s head. Tanya smiled and snuggled closer, realising she wasn’t going to be told off.

“Of course I will get you some books, little one”, she said. “Wouldn’t you rather be able to go to a library or bookshop and get them yourself, though?”

Tanya shot upright with a shriek.

“Leave the house! No, never! I thought I’d pleased you! Why would you say that…?”

She started crying…

Janet was totally confused. Then Tanya explained…

“There’s one rule that is set in stone, for all of us here”, she said. “You leave the house, for any reason, you die. End of. You’ve just threatened to sentence me to death.”

“Oh, God! I’m sorry! I didn’t know! It’s only my first day, after all.”

Tanya calmed down and snuggled back against Janet.

“Ok…”, she said, in a very tiny voice…

What on earth else was she going to find in this house…?