The Cleaning Girl
by Couture
email: couture_writes@hotmail.com
(FF, humil, water sports)
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or
offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.
(c) 2001 Couture
Borrowed the set-up from Cowgirl's story Between
Friends
"Rosa, could you bring me glass of iced tea when you
come through. Something must be wrong with the air-
conditioner today. It must be ninety degrees in
here," I shouted to my maid Rosa, who was in the
kitchen washing dishes. The heat made it difficult to
concentrate on the stories I was reading from the
internet newsgroup, maybe I would get her to set up a
fan for me after I pulled something a little more
subject for public viewing than the erotic stories
that had become my 'dirty little secret'.
She appeared at my bedroom door and took my breath
away, due to what she was wearing. Well, what she
wasn't wearing was more like it. The girl only had on
a sweat soaked sleeveless t-shirt and white cotton
panties.
"Rosa! What on earth!" I admonished her. I had let
her get by with not wearing the traditional maid's
uniform, but this was ridiculous. I should have never
relaxed the rules regarding the dress code, but I
remember her reaction still today, "No seniorita, Rosa
no puta! You no make Rosa a slave! This only a job
for Rosa, seniorita Corbitt!" After her outburst, I
never brought it up again. After all, it was only a
uniform, and as long as she did a good job on her
work, why should I worry about a silly costume.
However, having the bronze skinned beauty displaying
her charms in such a manner could not be tolerated.
Not because I was offended, but because they called to
my hidden self, a self I couldn't dare expose. The
wife of a prominent judge couldn't be the kind of
woman who fantasized about a girl such a Rosa;
especially, not when they were fantasies that involved
her peeing on me. Oh God! I had become so distracted
by her appearance that I forgot to close the story
that I was reading. See? This is exactly what I was
afraid of.
"Sorry Seniorita, it was so hot," she said approaching
me with the glass of tea.
I struggled to close the story I was reading, my hands
suddenly becoming useless with my fear. "J-j-ust sit
on my . . ." Oh no, she was almost behind my desk,
where she would be able to read the porn on my
computer! I gave up on coming up with a rational way
to get her away from my screen and had to rely on
brute force. "WAIT!" I shouted, putting my hands over
the screen. Unfortunately, my violent reaction scared
her, causing her to trip and fall into my lap with the
tea landing on my breasts.
"Ouch. Rosa is so sorry Seniorita!" she pleaded,
while she clutched at her ankle.
I almost laughed at myself when I realized that I had
caused all this damage for nothing. After all, Rosa
could barely speak English much less read it. "It's
okay Rosa, here let me help." I got up and let her
sit in my chair, while I got down on my knees and
investigated her ankle. I nervously wondered if my
property owner's insurance would pay for her medical
expenses, since I was paying her under the table.
Luckily, there didn't appear to be any swelling, but I
gently pressed starting from her calf and working my
way down. When I touched her ankle, she jerked back
and cried out in pain.
"Hmmm, I better go get some ice for that ankle, Rosa,"
I said, turning off my monitor before going in search
of first aid.
When I returned with ice wrapped in a towel, my heart
dropped to may feet. She appeared to be looking a
little too closely at my computer screen. "That is
private Rosa!" I shouted as I rushed to the desk.
Blushing and shaking, this time I was the one who fell
down. Not to be deterred, I crawled the rest of the
way and cut off the power to the computer itself.
"Seniorita hurt?" She asked, after standing up and
stroking my hair comfortingly.
I wasn't hurt physically, but mentally I was a wreck.
I was shaking and humiliated; my life as a rich
socialite was flashing before my eyes. Rosa, picked
me up and sat me in my chair.
"Okay now, Seniorita?" she asked.
Maybe she hadn't read it. She didn't give any
inclination as to having seen what was on the screen.
She probably wouldn't have understood most of the
words anyway. I wiped my tears away and tried to put
it behind me. "I'm okay Rosa."
She smiled then sat down on top of me! Of all the
nerve! Her breasts were practically in my face, as
she hugged my gratefully around my neck. Then she
looked straight in my eyes and her grin changed
instantly from vacant and stupid to one of sinister
intelligence. "So, does Jenny like pee-pee?" she
asked, without the thick accent I had grown accustomed
to.
Oh God! This was worse than I thought. I felt light-
headed. Almost as if I couldn't get enough air. "No,
no that was an accident -- a virus on the computer.
Need help getting it mmmphhff . . ." The little bitch
smothered my protests in her hairy armpit. She
smelled of someone who was working in a hot house all
day and hadn't put on any deodorant. I should have
fought her off and fired her on the spot for
disrespecting me in such a fashion. However, this was
the sort of thing I had always fantasized about and
there was no way the dark part of me was going to
allow the logical part of me to stop it.
Suddenly, I felt a hot warmth on my stomach, then it
spread down to my sex, before pooling under my ass and
driveling down my legs. She had done it! She had
pissed on me! I was no longer a wealthy socialite or
even a person with thoughts and feelings. She had
reduced me in one moment to nothing but an object, an
object of derision. My pussy throbbed with arousal.
She pulled away from me and stared at me again. This
time I could no longer meet her eyes. "Do you want
more Jenny? Does Jenny want more pee-pee?"
I hesitated. I shook my head no, but my trembling
mouth opened. "Yes," I squeaked.
"Does Jenny want to be my little cleaning girl?" Rosa
lifted her arm up so that I stared at her hairy pit.
"Start right here cleaning girl."
What is happening to me? She was pushing my buttons,
making me humiliate myself, but enjoying it at the
same time. I debased myself further, by leaning
forward to lick her fragrant arm pits. It was salty,
but not altogether unpleasant except for the hair that
was now stuck to my tongue.
"You forgot the other one, cleaning girl," she laughed
at me. "I'll give you a reward when you finish!"
This time she didn't raise her arm, instead making me
try to wiggle my face into position. Eventually, I
was successful and when she was satisfied that I had
done a passable job, she stood up. I couldn't stop
myself from staring at the erotic sight of her soaked
cotton panties.
"Stop staring at my pussy and take off my panties,
stupid!" she ordered with derision. I burned with
humiliation wondering if I was so obvious in my
yearning, as I stared at her dark pubic hair, easily
visible through the soaked panties. I reached forward
my hands shaking, almost expecting her skin to burn my
fingertips.
"Use your mouth you dumb cunt!" Somewhere inside me I
heard a little voice shouting to stop, to flee this
girl that didn't sound very much like my old Rosa.
Instead, I bent forward and like the stupid little
cunt I fantasized about being, I got down on my knees
before her and caught the waistband of her panties
between my lips. The odor of urine was strong and I
caught the smell of her arousal as I pulled the
panties down her bronze legs. While I struggled to
remove the undergarment from beneath her foot, I felt
the stream of urine beating down on my head; beating
me into submission.
"Look at my pussy you dumb whore! You couldn't get
enough of it a while ago, so look at it!" she taunted
me.
I tried to do as she ordered, but she shot the cruel
stream in my eyes, forcing me to turn my head to the
side.
"I said look!" she demanded, pulling my head back
while she continued to piss on my face. She gushed
even harder and some even went up my nose, causing me
to choke and sputter. The stream finally ceased and
then she heaped further degradation on me by wiping
her pussy clean with my Chanel dress. While I lay
coughing and huddled in defeat on the floor, still
staring obediently at her pussy she spread the lips of
her sex and explained, "Do you see this, you stupid
cow? Pleasing this is all you are good for, so from
now on, this is as far up as your eyes go! Do you
understand?"
"Yes," I muttered.
"Good. Don't you dare move bitch," she said, before
she sauntered off.
I snuck a hand up my skirt and massaged myself, while
I wallowed in my own desperation. She returned with a
towel and the maid's outfit I had tried to get her to
wear.
"Stop playing with your self slut!" she ordered and I
hastily removed my hand from my pussy. "Let's get you
dried off and changed into some clothes that fit your
new station." She stripped me quite proficiently and
toweled off the excess moisture, yet I still stunk of
urine. Then, she clothed me in the maid uniform, sans
panties and bra. The picture was complete; I was
officially the victim in one of my stories.
"You were made for me cleaning girl," she said self-
confidently even though she was naked, while she
inspected me. "I'm not even from Mexico stupid! I
just act like that so I can get out of doing things
that I don't like to do. I've always hated the little
rich high-and-mighty bitches I worked for and you were
one of the worst. It has always been a fantasy of
mine to put one of you bitches in her place and now I
finally have the chance."
"Come on cleaning girl, it is time for you to get to
*work*." With that, she struck my thighs with the
belt she had removed from my skirt, sending me
scurrying into motion. "Finish dusting the floor,
cunt," she said, pointing to her discarded dustmop.
She struck me again with the belt, much harder this
time, causing me to scream. "Always curtsey when you
are told to do something, cleaning girl."
I tried to rub away the stinging sensation coming from
my thighs. I grabbed the hem of my skirt, put one leg
behind the other, looked meekly down at her feet, and
said, "Yes, Miss," with as much humility as I could
muster.
The whip caught me on my bare thigh. "Aiieee!" I
screamed.
"Look at my pussy, not my feet dumb ass!" she
demanded, pointing angrily at her exposed pussy.
"Yes, Miss," I curtsied again, this time not taking my
eyes off her cunt.
"That's right, talk my pussy that you love to stare at
so much! Away, the skirt goes higher and your knees
go wider when you bend. Can't you do anything right?"
I knew the way I was being treated should have
offended me to such a degree that I should have kicked
her out of the house from the word go, but I was held
captive by my sick desires. I bent down just as she
asked and looked directly at her pussy. "Yes, Miss.
I'm sorry Miss." I could feel my juices running down
my thighs, as I humiliated myself.
"Much better, slut, get to work."
I curtsied again. "Thank you, Miss." I began to mop
the oak floor, while Rosa got a beer out of the
fridge, took a swallow and then belched loudly. It
was still hot in the house and by now I was coated
with sweat. My thirst burned, while Rosa followed
behind be drinking her beer and lightly swiping my
exposed bottom with the belt, whenever I bent down.
Not enough to hurt, but just enough to let me know
that she could.
With my feet aching from the heels she had made me
wear, and my mouth dry from the hot dry heat, I
wondered what had happened to Rosa. Then, I heard the
sound of a small brass bell ringing. I followed the
sound of it to the living room and saw Rosa sitting
naked on the back of my couch, with her feet resting
on the cushions.
"Come quicker next time slut! Is the cleaning girl
thirsty?" she asked.
"Yes, Miss." This time I remembered to look at her
pussy, while I curtsied.
"Yes, Miss, the *cleaning girl* is thirsty," she
corrected.
"Yes, Miss, the c-cleaning girl is thirsty." I blushed
and curtsied deeply, hoping to avoid the belt.
"Good slut, cause whenever you hear the bell, my pussy
is getting ready to make pee-pee. It is time to show
her how thankful you are for being allowed to look at
her. If you let any go to waste, you may have a hard
time explaining to your husband how the couch came to
be covered in piss." She sat there on the couch,
practically laughing at me. Yes, she had me trapped,
and there was nothing I could do about it.
I dared to glance up at her face and noticed her brows
were furrowed and her eyes closed. Oh no, she
wouldn't! Not yet! I looked back down at her pussy
and saw the water beginning to flow. I rushed over to
her, my high heels clacking behind me, as a dove into
the couch and pressed my mouth against her pussy. No
sooner had my mouth made contact, than the water begin
to gush. It streamed down my throat, as I attempted
to swallow the onrush, as best as I was able.
She was full and I wondered how she was able to hold
that much in. Finally, the flow stopped and I
collapsed on the couch. I would love to be able to
say I collapsed because of my shame, but my body was
no longer able to support itself, because I had
climaxed while she had pissed.
"Now it is time for you to thank me for the gift, my
little cleaning girl," she ordered, from her imperious
perch.
"Thank you Miss," I didn't even have the desire to
look at Rosa's face. I had found my fantasy lover
there beneath the dark matted pubic hair of her sex.
I cleaned her pussy lovingly, until I tasted the musky
arousal, instead of the salty urine. I licked until I
was rewarded with another drink, only this one was
much sweeter than the first. I drank every drop and
moaned, "Thank you Miss," to her pussy.
The rest of the day was spent in a similar fashion. I
cleaned and she corrected with the belt whenever it
was necessary. The bell rang many more times that day
and towards the end it was very difficult to drink all
of her 'gifts'. However, each time Rosa picked a spot
to sit or stand above that was over something more
expensive or harder to replace than the last. By mid-
day she had me trained well enough to service her
while she sat above the toilet. We both knew that I
could have refused and just let it fall where it was
supposed to. Instead, the bell rang and I drank. I
think this sign of my submission turned her on; she
even let me thank her 'properly' for a very long time
on the hard tile bathroom floor.
Next, she had me prepare lunch for us both. She sat
at the table, while I kneeled on the floor between her
legs, staring at her pussy as I ate my food without
the use of my hands. When Rosa was finished, she
ordered, "Lick my pussy. I want you to always have
your lover's taste on your tongue."
I did as she ordered and was slightly disappointed
that she didn't want me to make her cum, but evidently
she had been well satisfied by my servicing today.
While I finished cleaning up the dishes, I heard her
calling me, "Come to the living room, cleaning girl!"
As I entered the room, I remembered to show the proper
respect and curtsied. However, I was disappointed to
find that her pussy was covered by her jeans. My
disappointment turned to shock when I glanced over at
the pretty legs sticking out from a tight mini-skirt
beside her. I glanced up to see my friend and tennis
partner Jean laughing at me. I could see why she
laughed, after all, there I stood exposing myself and
wearing a maid's uniform and curtseying stupidly in my
own house.
"Jean, I can explain. It was just a joke. A bet that
I lost," I said, floundering for an excuse.
"Shut up, you stupid slut!" Rosa ordered, advancing on
me and grabbing my ear. "Didn't I teach you how to
show proper respect?" She pulled me to the floor and
made me crawl over to my friend, so that my face
looked at the crotch of her skirt.
By now I was crying from the degradation. I could
hear Jean laughing, as I sobbed, "I'm sorry Miss."
"She disrespected you, Jean, so if you want to punish
the stupid slut, go ahead," Rosa told my friend,
handing her the leather belt she carried. "Get back
up and touch your toes slut, it is time for your
punishment."
I thought Jean was my friend, but she took even more
delight than Rosa had at my predicament. She whipped
my ass and thighs with the lash until I begged her to
stop. Then, she took particular delight in probing
and teasing my ass and pussy. Any attempts I made to
withdraw or advance was met with more lashings. As I
stood there, passively accepting Jean's finger dryly
fucking my ass, with tears flowing down my cheeks, I
listened to Jean and Rosa discussing me an old boat
that had been fixed up.
"I can't believe this is Jenny. She used to be so
haughty and demanding. I must say Rosa, you've really
done wonders with her. Did you say this all happened
today?"
"Oh yes, I only found out yesterday that she
fantasized about being dominated and humiliated by
women. Everything you see has been done in one day.
The best part is; she loves it. Go on stupid, show
your friend how much you love her pussy."
I snuck my head under Jean's skirt, while she giggled
at me, then I pulled her panties down to her feet,
using my teeth. I knew I would surely be punished for
anything less. Then I kissed her on the lips and
wondered if this would be how I kissed someone on the
lips from now on. Then I began to pleasure my best
friend in earnest, dancing my tongue along the folds
of her sex and sucking the juices from her cunt.
After several minutes she fell to the floor and spread
her legs widely. While I worshiped her altar she
called me names like cunt licker, douche bag, and her
little queer. Her swearing only served to prod me to
lick faster. I attacked her clit ruthlessly with my
tongue, until she gushed in orgasm. Afterwards, she
ordered, "Lick my ass slut!"
I couldn't believe the nerve of my friend. She wasn't
just following Rosa's lead anymore; she was actively
seeking my humiliation. "Jean, please don't," I
sobbed.
My resistance was quickly crushed by Rosa who slapped
my face and grabbed my by the ear again. Jean rolled
over and teased me by wiggling her ass in my face.
Rosa pushed my face in front of her bottom and berated
me. "You have made your Mistress very angry! It is
time for you to beg for your Mistress's forgiveness.
Kiss your lover and tell her the slut is sorry."
I kissed Jean on her ass cheek, "The slut is sorry
Mistress," I sobbed.
"Kiss Miss Jean on the mouth, dummy!"
Realization suddenly hit me in the pit of my stomach.
Rosa was training me to view the opening of her ass or
pussy as I would a mouth. I could feel my sex gushing
down my legs at this new humiliation. "The slut is
sorry Mistress." This time I kissed her on her dark
crinkled opening, causing Jean to moan with desire.
"That's good," Rosa cooed. "Now kiss her again, like
you mean it."
I forgot about the musty smell and just imagined that
it was the ruby red lips of my friend. I closed my
eyes and inserted my tongue between her lips. Her
lips pulled at my tongue, while I made love to her
mouth. Rosa, however, wouldn't let me forget what I
was doing, not even for a minute.
"Deeper, my little ass-licker," she whispered. "Work
that tongue in there. Come on, open you mouth wide,
so you can really get in there." She grabbed the back
of my head and forced my face further in my friend's
ass, rocking my head from side to side. "Open you
eyes, so that you can look at your new lover. Ha ha,
see? Now, you are a real *cleaning girl*." My
subjugation was made worse by the fact that Rosa was
right next to my face, enjoying every moment of my
depravation, while I worshiped my friend's ass.
"That's right, that's a good cleaning girl."
Jean was humping back against me, while I pleasured
her nether passage. "Mmmmm, I need someone like this
Rosa, can I have her?" Jean asked.
"Sure, I'll sell her to you, but she isn't cheap."
"How about five thousand dollars?"
"I was thinking about much more," Rosa answered, as if
I wasn't even there.
"Twenty?"
"Eighty thousand. Come here slut," Rosa commanded.
The Mexican girl pulled my face out from between the
cheeks of Jean's bottom.
I sat staring at Rosa's matted sex, while Jean moaned
at the loss of my tongue. I looked up briefly. Oh
God no! Rosa was holding the dreaded bell. Not here,
I begged with my eyes! However, Rosa stood there
grinning evilly and rang the bell.
Defeated and crying, I crawled between her legs and
closed my mouth over her pee hole.
"See, she's fully house-broken," Rosa bragged, while
she pissed in my mouth.
"Oh my word!" Jean gasped. I closed my eyes, so that
I wouldn't have to see the look in her eyes. When
Rosa was empty, I hung my head down in shame.
"Besides, maybe you can split the cost of her between
you and a friend or two," Rosa explained.
Jean didn't need anymore convincing. "Done!" she
replied. I felt a collar being put on my neck and
then a leash. I was led away from my house and my old
safe and secure life, to my new life as a 'cleaning
girl'; the hidden fantasies on my computer long since
forgotten.
The End
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