At the young age of twenty-six, Amy Jackson became the property of Deborah Harrington, the major share holder in Harrington Enterprises, and owner of a multitude of other properties and businesses world-wide. While odd to think of herself as just another piece of property that someone owned, Amy had become used to that designation during the previous four years.

To say her life took a dramatic turn at this juncture would be a gross understatement, though. Shocked that Mrs. Harrington would state that she owned her - even more shocking was how the older woman treated her. Shocked and incredibly aroused, would be more accurate.

At first she was caught flat-footed as her new Mistress took control of her. She just wasn’t prepared for that control, and hadn’t thought that Mrs. Harrington was ‘the type’ to be doing what she was. Somehow she had totally misjudged the woman, but quickly learned that her Mistress took her role seriously!

On the day following her submission to her Mistress, Amy was doing her normal Tuesday dusting, with the exception that it was her Mistress checking on her work, not Miss Laurel. She began, as usual, in one of the many guest bedrooms at the far east end of the mansion. Moving on to the next room, she was startled when Mistress Deborah called her from the doorway to come with her.

Returning to the first room, Deborah ran her finger along the top of a wall mounted television set and came away with a dust-covered finger.

“How long have you been dusting these rooms, Amy?”

How long? “Well…quite awhile, ma’am, maybe, um, a couple of months?

“Are you asking me, or telling me?” Deborah growled.

“Yes, a couple of months, ma’am,” Amy tried to sound confident, but her nervousness was evident in her voice.

“Am I your ma’am?” Deborah stood with her feet apart and her hands on her hips, looking intently at the girl before her.

“Mistress! I meant Mistress!” This was not going well!

“Get your cloth and do this properly.”

“Yes, Mistress!” Amy ran from the room to get her dust cloth from the next room over.

Just then Laurel appeared with some papers on a clipboard that seemed to demand Deborah’s attention and the two of them walked off down the hall. Amy was somewhat relieved that Mrs. Harrington had been called away as this first encounter had left her slightly shaken. She hurried to get her cloth, spray some Endust on it, and eliminate the offending dust. Scanning the room, she quickly sought out any other surfaces she might have missed.

Hustling back to the second room, she retraced her steps to ensure that nothing had been overlooked. Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm her nerves.

I’m just dusting, for crying out loud! she thought. But she knew it was more than being nervous over having Mrs. Harrington suddenly monitoring her work. It was the mounting feeling of excitement over having a Mistress that was making her nervous. It was the realization that something was happening to her that seemed almost too good to be true.

Half an hour later, that excitement was piqued even further when a faint noise caused her to turn and see her new Mistress standing there in the doorway, observing her, with a crop in her hand. Returning to her work, the nervous young woman made sure each surface in the room that required dusting was attended to properly. She had never been so comprehensive in her dusting before, but now it seemed the most important thing in the world to her.

The next room she came to happened to be the private library. There was a larger library on the first floor that was mostly for show, but this was the library that her former Master came to when he wanted to relax and read. The wood was a dark mahogany, and the chairs were all soft and comfortable. She thought about Charles, and decided she would think of him as her former Master, not as her dead Master. That seemed so much better and eased the aching that was still in her heart.

As was her normal routine, Amy pulled the sliding ladder along its rail to the first tall section of books and climbed up to dust the upper most shelves and then began work her way down. She had just finished with the top self and had stepped down three rungs to dust the next lower shelf when Deborah appeared, having just finished inspecting the previous room.

“Come down, Amy,” Deborah commanded.

Amy looked down to see her Mistress standing at the foot of the rolling ladder, crop in hand. She held the ladder and climbed down to the floor, wondering what she had done now. She had been very careful with her cleaning, and would be very surprised if her Mistress had found something she had missed.

Deborah moved the crop so that the end went beneath Amy’s short black maid’s dress and then lifted the hem.

“Do you normally wear panties?”

“Yes, Mistress, my…former Master, instructed me to wear them when I was doing my chores.” Amy blushed a little from discussing her panties with Mrs. Harrington. She had called her down from the ladder to ask her that?

“Well, no more,” she said, lowering the crop and letting the fabric fall back into place. “Remove them at once.”

Blushing even more, the blonde bent at the waist to loop her fingers up under her skirt and around the elastic of her white panties. She wiggled them down her legs, stepped out of them, and held them out for her Mistress.

“I don’t want them!” Deborah said as she swatted her slave’s wrist with the crop. “Put them in your mouth.” When she saw Amy’s look of surprise, she said, “This will remind you of how you are to dress from now on.”

Now the heat from her blush radiated from her cheeks. Not only that, but her entire body seemed to be aglow! Was her whole body blushing? Is that even possible? The embarrassed young woman lifted her hand to her mouth and began to poke the cotton panties into her mouth with her fingers. They seemed moist! Her fingers felt the dampness as she poked more and more of the fabric into her mouth.

Tears came to her eyes as she realized her panties were wet from her arousal! She had never been so embarrassed in all of her life! Not only that, but she could smell her arousal on the fabric as she stuffed the last bits of cloth past her lips. The panties filled her mouth, and the humiliation she felt as her Mistress stood watching her, holding her crop between both hands, made her blush all the more as her emotions fueled her arousal.

“Back to work now,” Deborah said sharply and used the crop to tap Amy’s ass through the fabric of the short skirt. “And step it up a little. You’re moving too slow.”

“eth ithteth!” Amy said through the fabric in her mouth. She held the ladder and ascended to the shelf she had left off on and quickly ran her cloth across the surface. Letting out a little squeal in surprise, she felt a hand on her leg and looked down briefly to see Mrs. Harrington looking up at her.

“Work!”

How could she work!! Mrs. Harrington was caressing her legs as she stretched out to reach the far ends of that section of shelving, and she was down there…looking up! Looking up at her bare bottom under her dress, no doubt! Looking at her sex! She held the ladder more tightly with one hand as she finished dusting the shelf with the other.

Stepping down to floor level now, Amy went about her chores with diligence, even as her Mistress stood and watched her. After they had moved to the next room, Miss Laurel joined them again, and sat with Mistress Deborah at a small table, chatting, while Amy dusted around them.

When she finally got to the table, and crawled under it to dust the legs, she heard her Mistress say, “Did you bring them?”

From beneath the table, Amy heard a tinkle sound, like a little bell.

“Up on your knees, slave.”

Mrs. Harrington had never called her ‘slave’ before, and after how she had been treating her all day, the words made her heart beat twice its normal rate! Slave! She hadn’t realized how desperate she was to hear that word, and now that it had been spoken she felt as though her heart would just burst with joy!

Crawling from beneath the table, Amy rose up onto her knees and placed her hands behind her back, pressing her breasts out in front of her as she did. Her years of servitude to Master Charles had ingrained the position into her psyche, and it came as natural to her as did breathing. She held her head up, while looking down at the floor in front of her. Scooting her legs a little further apart, she easily balanced upon them. It was Master’s wish that she always present herself properly, to make her body available to Him. That she now knelt in front of Mrs. Harrington, her Mistress, in such a fashion made her shiver with excitement.

“Help me with this, Laurel dear,” Deborah said as the two women rose from their chairs. Amy saw a strip of something dark fall past her eyes and then felt her hair being pulled up in the back. It wasn’t until she felt the strip pulled tight against her neck that she realized she was being collared. A slight tug behind her, and the sound of a click, told her the collar had been locked on.

Her hair was released and her Mistress stroked her head, smoothing down her hair. “There, now, that looks better, don’t you think so?”

“Yes, ma’am,” the young housekeeper replied. “Much better.”

Amy could hear the smile in Miss Laurel’s voice, and knew the two women were playing with her. It felt so good!

“Do you feel better now, slave?” Deborah placed her crop under Amy’s chin and pressed upwards, forcing her head up. “Look at me, slave! Does it feel better to wear my collar around your neck?”

Amy glanced up at her Mistress and nodded.

“Speak!”

“eth etheth!”

Laurel laughed at the muffled response. “What’s she got in her mouth?” The brunette bent down to look more closely.

“Show Miss Laurel what’s in your mouth, slave,” Deborah said, her voice teasingly seductive.

Amy looked over at the housekeeper, and opened her mouth, showing the white panties stuffed within.

“Take them out and show them properly!” growled Mrs. Harrington.

Amy reached up and used two fingers to extract the sodden panties from her mouth and held them up for Miss Laurel to see.

“You’ve gotten your little panties all wet,” Deborah said as she pressed upwards on Amy’s chin a little harder with the crop, forcing her head to turn in her direction.

Of course they’re wet! They’ve been in my mouth! the young woman thought, but her training once again dictated her response. She had been broken long ago of the sin of making excuses or attempting to talk her way out of perceived trouble. Brutal sessions at the receiving end of her Master’s whip allowed the proper words to flow easily from her lips. Not only was her answer automatic, but also heart felt.

“I apologize, Mistress!” Amy cried out, wishing she could hug her Mistress’ legs in submission. The crop beneath her chin signaled her to remain upright, though, and she waited for a response from her Mistress.

Amy’s response had surprised Deborah as she stood waiting for the obvious excuse so that she could use her crop to discipline her new slave. She was left speechless for a few seconds before her mind shifted gears and she was able to recover.

“Put them back where they belong and get back on all fours.”

Since she had been forbidden to wear them, that left only one place where they might belong, and a moment later the white cotton panties were once again filling her mouth.

On her hands and knees now, Amy wasn’t sure if she should resume her dusting, or not. She felt the end of the crop rubbing against her leg, and then heard her Mistress telling Miss Laurel that she would see her in the morning.

Amy knew now that her Mistress would be supervising her, personally, the rest of the day. With the leather thong of the crop stroking the back of her leg, the thought of that was stoking her arousal even more.

What an incredible day it had been so far! Beginning with the scene she had unwittingly caused in the dungeon that morning, and then the appearance of Mrs. Harrington as she did her chores, she had spent the majority of the day highly aroused. Not only that, but her Mistress was playing with her, and allowing Miss Laurel to be a witness to this behavior. Without consciously thinking about it, she knew the inclusion of Miss Laurel signaled that her relationship with her Mistress was not going to be secreted away in the dungeon, as was her service to her former Master.

A hand on her bare ass jerked her out of her thoughts, and she looked back to see Mrs. Harrington kneeling down on one knee next to her.   

“Look forward!” Deborah hissed as she swatted Amy’s tight rear end with her hand. Her hand returned to Amy’s flesh and began to rub her ass from her lower back to the top of her thigh.

What had started out as an aggressive rubbing had slowly turned into a very sensual caress. The young woman began to wonder how much more she could stand!! The pleasure she was experiencing came not solely from the tender touches of the hand upon her bare flesh, but from the knowledge that her Mistress was touching her so. Her Mistress! She still couldn’t believe it!

Amy gasped aloud when she felt the hand on her ass slide downward between her legs. She hobbled back and forth between her knees, moving her legs slightly further apart. It was too much! She was doing her best to suppress her arousal, but she feared the stimulation was becoming too great. Should she ask permission to cum? She knew she should, but was her Mistress expecting her to ask? Or was she purposely stroking her slit in an effort to make her cum? These thoughts, and more, flashed through her mind as the fingers behind her traced along the opening of her sex. Moving along her slit, they slid gently across her labia to the fleshy folds surrounding her clit.

A shift of Mrs. Harrington’s body next to her nearly made Amy look back again, but she maintained her position, not wanting to illicit another rebuke from her owner. Again she heard the slight tinkling of a bell and then felt a slight tugging on her clit hood. A bell of some sort was being attached to her piercing there!

“Ermi-ion oo um, ithreth!!” Amy blurted out through her panty gag, the need and urgency quickly answering her earlier questions.

The hands behind her returned to her ass, but she could sense that something had been left behind on her clit hood ring. The thought of it was keeping her as insanely aroused as the sensation itself.

“Does my little slave girl need to cum?” Deborah cooed above her as she used both hands to caress Amy’s ass. One hand ventured downward again, the fingers tracing a path through the wetness there and then flicking the little bell. Fingers on the other hand pinched a tad of the panties in Amy’s mouth and pulled them out, dropping the soaked fabric to the carpet.

Ding, ding. Ding ding.

“Yes! Please!” A cloud of lust was very quickly forming in Amy’s brain, but not so fast that it might cause her to forget whom she served. “If it would please you, Mistress!” she added.

The delirious slave felt a touch on her throat and then an upward force on the collar locked around her neck. She turned to follow the pull and saw her Mistress begin to stand.

“If you want to please me, I know how you might start.” Deborah sat in one of the plush armchairs and scooted forward, lifting her skirt as she did.

Amy understood immediately what the woman was asking of her, and moved closer so she could reach up under Deborah’s skirt and ease her panties down her tanned and well-toned legs. With her panties off, Deborah spread her legs and scooted even further towards the edge of the chair. Amy wasted no time in pressing her face against the light covering of black curls, her tongue extending into her Mistress’ slit and finding her to be quite wet.

“Christ!” Deborah cried out and pushed against Amy’s head with both hands. “Don’t rape me, pleasure me! Son-of-a-bitch!” She let go of her slave’s head.

Frightened by the sudden outburst, and then concerned that she had caused it, Amy stuttered, “I’m s..s..sorry! I didn’t m…mean to…”

“Stop your blubbering and do as I asked.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Amy took a breath to calm herself and moved forward. This had been a disaster so far, but she was determined to make things right; to please her Mistress. What had she been thinking, charging in like that? She felt clumsy and foolish now.

Leaning forward again, this time she began to kiss Deborah’s pussy and pubic mound, extending her affections to the silky soft thighs on either side of her head.

“Ooo, much better,” came the response from above her. Deborah’s hands came down between her legs and pulled her labia gently outward, exposing the pinkness within. “That feels so good, slave.”

Amy could hear her Mistress’ breathing change when she said the word, “slave.” There had been a sharp intake of air just before the word, as if the thought of saying it was bringing her some additional arousal. Amy hoped this was true, because hearing the word spoken was making her incredibly hot. 

As she kissed the flesh around her Mistress’ pussy, through the haze of her own lust, Amy was aware of her desire to kiss the tender flesh her Mistress was exposing to her. She wanted it so badly she had to consciously restrain herself from rushing, and possibly displeasing her Mistress again. No, she would be gentle, and kiss her lovingly.

Starting with her fingers, the nervous slave kissed each gently, working her way slowly closer to the flesh that they held.

“Please…” Deborah moaned and scooted even closer to the edge of the chair.

Amy breathed out so that her hot breath warmed the flesh as her lips touched the tenderness that awaited her. She heard a tortured moan from above and saw the legs to either side of her rise up as Deborah’s back arched. She reached up with both hands and held the legs in place, ensuring that her Mistress did not slip from the chair, and then slid her tongue gently into her Mistress’ inner canal.

Deborah released her grip on her labia to steady herself on the arms of the chair as she climaxed. She cried out, startling her slave, who thought at first she had done something wrong again, but quickly understood it was quite the opposite.

“Finger yourself, slave!” Deborah gasped. “Let me hear that bell ring!”

For a second Amy was unsure if she had heard correctly. Finger herself? Pleasure herself? Yes, that’s what she said, and she wasted no time in complying. Releasing Deborah’s right leg, Amy reached down to her own crotch to stroke herself, surprising herself when her fingers accidentally brushed the little bell attached to her clit hood ring, and sending a sudden spurt of unexpected pleasure through her already sensitive clit.

Off balance now, Amy’s face pressed more firmly against Deborah’s crotch, smothering herself briefly until she regained her stance and balance. The sudden pressure seemed to cause her Mistress’ orgasm to either intensify, or begin anew. As for the slave, she was so close to begin with that it took only a matter of moments for her arousal to peak and overflow in wave after wave of mind crushing orgasm.

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, the little bell’s constant sound could be heard ringing out it’s wearer’s pleasure as her fingers continued to stroke her sex. The sudden release of tension from the past few days of uncertainty, and the arousal that had built up over the last several hours, propelled her into states of ecstasy unknown to her before.

Concerned now that she had allowed her own pleasure to deprive her Mistress of the same, Amy looked up and saw that Mrs. Harrington was leaning back with her hands behind her head, looking down at her and grinning.

Amy turned beet red and placed her hand on the floor beneath her. “I apologize, Mistress. Do you want me to continue?”

“Hell, no!” the woman said as she sat up straight and adjusted her dress. “I don’t think I could take any more right now.”

Amy turned her head and lightly kissed Deborah’s knee. “I’m happy that you’re pleased.”

Deborah stroked her slave’s hair and said, “You don’t know how much I needed that.”

Amy kissed her Mistress’ other knee and thought, Amen!