BDSM Sex with Domestic Servant by the Mistress

I am Neila. I will share my story of how I my boss had BDSM Sex with Domestic Servant who worked with her. I was 19 years old when I signed up a job for a domestic servant. When I reached the place, it was an empty room. All it had mirrored walls and in the middle was a metallic table. I had no idea what to expect. I signed up because the pay offered was good and they were offering food and lodging. I had to pay for my student’s debt. While I was deep in my thought, I jumped up from my place when I heard someone walking in. It was a middle-aged woman. She looked sexy in her leather cat suit. She was carrying a cardboard box and a riding crop. Her long thick hair was neatly tied in a high ponytail and her heels made a clicking sound when she walked.

She walked up to the table; put the box on it and it was then only that she looked at me. “So, you are the new domestic help?” She asked and I nodded in response. The leather crop was still in her hands and intimidating. “Talk.” She barked. I gathered all my courage and said yes. ”Mistress”, she barked at me, “yes mistress. Every help in this house calls me that.”

“Yes, mistress,” I said. “Are you a virgin?” She asked. “Yes, mistress.” She smiled at my answer. I could see her that her buds were pressing through the tight material of her chest. Me being a virgin was turning her on. “Strip. You have to wear your uniform.” She said. I waited for her to hand me over my uniform and guide me to the changing room. But she stood there looking at me with anticipation. “What are you waiting for, strip”, she barked. “Mistress, I will prefer to change in a room.” The words were barely out of my mouth when I heard the crop whipping against the table. Scared, I stripped.

I had small breasts back then and I tried to cover them but she walked up to me, removed my hand and sucked them a little and expressed her excitement about putting clamps on them. I was taken aback and she laughed at my reaction. “This is a slave house darling. That’s why the pay is high. You can leave if you want. But if you stay, whatever happens here will be with mutual consent. Do you understand?” I nodded. I prefer BDSM Sex with Domestic Servant I hire with their consent, she said. And then she sucked my nipples. I was wet and one of my hands automatically crept down in between my legs. She hit it away and warned me if I ever pleasure myself, she would put me in chastity. Then, she put the red fur collar along my neck with the cuffs on my hands and ankles with furry chains attached to it.

She took me into a dimly lit room. There were two other slaves tied up to the walls with rubber gags in their mouth. She hooked her as well and spanked my butts hard. “You can’t orgasm without my command.” She said as a matter of fact. “Yes, mistress,” I replied. And then she pushed a vibrator inside my heated up cunt. She then whipped my ass with the crop she had been carrying around. I was turned on. And then suddenly something started tickling inside my wetness.

The vibrator made a sweet humming sound. She let it go on for a while and I started to moan. She gradually increased the speed and I screamed with pleasure. “Mistress, I want to come.” I pleaded. “Not now.” She denied and increased speed. I was holding out by a thin thread. And after a few excruciating minutes, she ordered me to come and I flowed like a fountain. I passed out. She took out the vibrator, kissed me full on my lips and said there’s a lot more to come.

She was a compassionate person for BDSM sex but nothing bad experience as such, rather I had fun working there. Now, I have moved on in my life.