ladymonroe
03-22-2009, 06:20 AM
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He had been out of work for more than three months and was slowly getting desperate. Going through the job advertisements, he caught himself studying job offers he wouldn't ever have accepted just a couple of weeks ago. Another string of futile phone calls to potential employers did it: he called the number of an ad he had reluctantly circled: “Domestic help required“. An enticingly feminine voice introduced herself as the head secretary and assured him that a single, unattached male under 40 would do just fine. After she had hung up he vaguely wondered how she had managed to commit him to a job interview this very evening.
It was almost an hour's ride into unfamiliar countryside that was getting lonelier by the mile before he reached the place. He had never been here before. Impressively high walls protected an obviously vast estate from curious eyes. He was beginning to look for a doorbell, when the big iron gate opened automatically. He got back into the car and drove up to the court yard while the heavy iron gate closed behind him and parked in front of the big mansion. It was nine o'clock and almost dark, but still light enough for him to notice the unobtrusively placed video cameras tracking his movements.
The woman who opened the door was the one he had talked to on the phone. He was impressed by her style: white blouse, gray blazer, knee-long skirt, silky gray stockings and high-heeled sandals to match. A firm “follow me“ made him walk after her through the hall into a spacious, high-ceilinged office. Behind the large desk sat another woman, her back to the door and gazing out into the park. The head secretary made him sit down on a chair right in front of the desk and positioned herself on a second chair, close to his. The woman behind the desk swiveled around and addressed him without greeting: “We are looking for somebody to assist the maids with their duties. I am too busy at the moment, you will be told more about your duties tomorrow“. He was about to open his mouth when she continued, “a room has been prepared for you“, and with that she swiveled away from them. Her superior determination and her style, pinned-up hair, a long black lycra dress hugging her figure, black stockings and matching stilettos, silenced him. The head secretary got up, held out her hand and said “the car keys“. He followed her as she turned around and left the room. These women just did not seem to care whether he could or even wanted to stay overnight. Since he had actually nothing else to do, he settled for staying, without saying anything. That was, as it turned out later, a crucial mistake. As requested, he submitted the car key on the way out of the room.
Two maids in classic outfit expected them in the hall: short skirts, high heels, one in white stockings, and the other in black ones. The white-stockinged maid received the car keys, the other invited him to follow her. Silently they walked down a long corridor lined with heavy closed doors. Just at the end, next to a staircase, a door suddenly opened, briefly revealing a flight of stairs leading down to somewhere. But his attention was arrested by the woman who quickly closed and double-locked the three locks. Her blond hair fell down onto her shoulders and her short gown revealed the top of her silky stockings. Her high-heeled white sandals subtly underlined her feminine appeal, without hiding the subtle dominance of her demeanor. Hadn't he heard something like a strangely suppressed groan, about to burst into a painful whine, during the brief moment when the door had been open? By a man? But overwhelmed by the subtle arrogance of her beauty, he cold not pursue this thought any further.
When the woman dressed in white, who came across as almost arrogant, noticed the two, she quickly closed the door behind her and locked it with her key, top, center and bottom. “New?“ she addressed the maid, who silently nodded. The woman in white left them, entering another room, and they continued on their way up to the second floor, meeting several women who seemed to be secretaries, maids and nursed, to judge from the way they were dressed. As he noted, they all wore high heels and stockings (he secretly admitted to a slight fetish for these) and with so much to keep his eyes glued, the instruments and utensils these women tried to take unobtrusively past him, escaped his notice. He offered his greetings to every woman, but none returned them.
The maid ushered him into his room and closed the door from the outside without having said another word. He noticed the absence of a door handle and a key hole. “I suppose they just want me so much“ he thought and began to inspect his room: on one side a chest of drawers with a TV set on top, next to it a small wardrobe. On the other side a metal-frame bed. Vertical bars at the head and the foot, dual bars on the sides, folded down on one. Assuming the place to be a private clinic of some kind, he didn't give the bed any further thought. The camera, hidden in the ceiling, escaped his notice.
A short night had been followed by a long day and he felt very tired. Undressing down to his briefs and having attended the bathroom, he went to lie down. “Just all these beauties here are enough to want me get any job here“ was his last thought before he drifted off into a dream that was laced with a bewildering abundance of legs.
At three o’ clock in the morning, when his sleep was deepest, a blend of narcotic gases quietly hissed into the room through a vent, to secure his sleep. Thirty minutes later the mixture was extracted again and after another thirty minutes the door opened and four maids entered the room, two of them wheeling a bed of the same type as his, but studded with an immense array of broad, strong leather belts and straps. Having checked his reflexes and made sure that he was indeed deeply unconscious, they lifted him out of his bed onto the other.
“He's out beyond the count“, said one and two others smiled, angled his arms and strapped them down at wrist, lower arm, elbow and upper arm. The two others simultaneously fixed his ankles, lower legs, knees and upper legs in what looked like a well practices routine. “Well, can't run away any more, can you, poor baby?“ one said, gently stroking his hair. “I wouldn't want to be in your place, no. Maybe no girlfriend for a long time? Had you known about your new job here, you would have taken all your remaining cash and blown it in the red light district downtown before coming here. But wait, there is beauty in cruelty.“ Another added: “Did you notice how his eyes were glued to the women's legs and stockings? Just couldn't take them off. Poor sap. And will be his undoing, especially with the way he will be kept here. Just thinking about it makes me hot already.“ The third replied “Not just you, but lets fix the rest of his body as well, I know, he's helpless already, but lets do a proper job“. Two maids then completely immobilized his head with a multi-strap leather harness and attached an eight-inch collar to his neck. The ceiling now was all he would be able to see. More gear fixed his shoulders, and broad belts, above and below his nipples, kept his chest down.
“Now, let's lay open his little shrimp of a penis“ the fourth suggested, and with a mean smile added “but just for a little while“. Skilled scissors removed his briefs and two maids placed his pelvis in a harness. The other two put his hands into gloves and his feet in a similar set, spreading his fingers and toes apart. His total immobilization was complete. Finally they double-checked all the belts and straps for fit and padlocked them. One said: “That's how we like you, men: immobilized, helpless, private parts fully exposed and available, and not a chance to do anything about it, right?“ The others nodded in agreement and, one maid briefly stroking one of his nipples, left the room and locked the door.
It was eight o'clock when he woke up, noticing that something was wrong: he couldn't move. Wide awake now with the full awareness of his situation he began to scream for help until tears filled his eyes. However hard he tried, he could not move any part of his body even a fraction of an inch. His look fixed to the ceiling, he was driven into a new frenzy by not being able to see how he had been so thoroughly immobilized.
Suddenly the door opened and two maids entered. “Get me out of this, right away, you hear! What do you think you are doing with me, you ...! A fiery pain spreading out from his testicles stopped him short. “You what?“ hissed the one who had grabbed him, now grabbing harder. He started to bellow with pain but couldn't escape her fist and the pain, and the other took his nipples and started to relentlessly pinch them. Stepping up the pressure, smiling, but not saying a word, they kept on like this for about five minutes. Suddenly releasing him, his scream subsided into a low, sobbing whimper.“ If you ever open your mouth again without permission, pig!“ one said and the other threw his clothes in to the bathroom bin, adding „no need for these, anymore“.
They wheeled him out onto the corridor. The elevator door opened and the two nurses getting out touched his helpless body, laughing. On the way down one of the maids said: “You are going to have a good time here, baby“. He didn't dare to open his mouth. “A fast learner, isn't he?“ the other remarked and was replied by a “we'll, aren't they all - with the right amount of pressure applied to a one-time explanation?“
Downstairs they headed towards the office where he had met the superior. The women they met were dressed in the same way that had excited him so much yesterday. And all, doctors, nurses, secretaries and maids saw him as he was, naked and immobilized, being wheeled along by short-skirted maids in black stockings and high heels. He felt so exposed and humiliated by the fact that all the women were dressed and that they all seemed to know what was in store for him. Naked, cold fear gripped him and did not leave him. He had nothing left to fight it.
Halfway along they briefly stopped behind another bed parked next to a black door. On it was a man immobilized in the same way as he was. Next to the bed two nurses in these short white gowns, glossy white stockings and high heels. Unable to see anything, all he could was take in the man's low moaning, his pleading and his begging the nurses to stop. The man's nipples and penis were covered by metal devices and a hose led from his penis to a bag attached under the bed. His nurses, however, just looked at him without pity, ignored his desperate please and merely checked the proper position of the devices.
To be continued ...
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He had been out of work for more than three months and was slowly getting desperate. Going through the job advertisements, he caught himself studying job offers he wouldn't ever have accepted just a couple of weeks ago. Another string of futile phone calls to potential employers did it: he called the number of an ad he had reluctantly circled: “Domestic help required“. An enticingly feminine voice introduced herself as the head secretary and assured him that a single, unattached male under 40 would do just fine. After she had hung up he vaguely wondered how she had managed to commit him to a job interview this very evening.
It was almost an hour's ride into unfamiliar countryside that was getting lonelier by the mile before he reached the place. He had never been here before. Impressively high walls protected an obviously vast estate from curious eyes. He was beginning to look for a doorbell, when the big iron gate opened automatically. He got back into the car and drove up to the court yard while the heavy iron gate closed behind him and parked in front of the big mansion. It was nine o'clock and almost dark, but still light enough for him to notice the unobtrusively placed video cameras tracking his movements.
The woman who opened the door was the one he had talked to on the phone. He was impressed by her style: white blouse, gray blazer, knee-long skirt, silky gray stockings and high-heeled sandals to match. A firm “follow me“ made him walk after her through the hall into a spacious, high-ceilinged office. Behind the large desk sat another woman, her back to the door and gazing out into the park. The head secretary made him sit down on a chair right in front of the desk and positioned herself on a second chair, close to his. The woman behind the desk swiveled around and addressed him without greeting: “We are looking for somebody to assist the maids with their duties. I am too busy at the moment, you will be told more about your duties tomorrow“. He was about to open his mouth when she continued, “a room has been prepared for you“, and with that she swiveled away from them. Her superior determination and her style, pinned-up hair, a long black lycra dress hugging her figure, black stockings and matching stilettos, silenced him. The head secretary got up, held out her hand and said “the car keys“. He followed her as she turned around and left the room. These women just did not seem to care whether he could or even wanted to stay overnight. Since he had actually nothing else to do, he settled for staying, without saying anything. That was, as it turned out later, a crucial mistake. As requested, he submitted the car key on the way out of the room.
Two maids in classic outfit expected them in the hall: short skirts, high heels, one in white stockings, and the other in black ones. The white-stockinged maid received the car keys, the other invited him to follow her. Silently they walked down a long corridor lined with heavy closed doors. Just at the end, next to a staircase, a door suddenly opened, briefly revealing a flight of stairs leading down to somewhere. But his attention was arrested by the woman who quickly closed and double-locked the three locks. Her blond hair fell down onto her shoulders and her short gown revealed the top of her silky stockings. Her high-heeled white sandals subtly underlined her feminine appeal, without hiding the subtle dominance of her demeanor. Hadn't he heard something like a strangely suppressed groan, about to burst into a painful whine, during the brief moment when the door had been open? By a man? But overwhelmed by the subtle arrogance of her beauty, he cold not pursue this thought any further.
When the woman dressed in white, who came across as almost arrogant, noticed the two, she quickly closed the door behind her and locked it with her key, top, center and bottom. “New?“ she addressed the maid, who silently nodded. The woman in white left them, entering another room, and they continued on their way up to the second floor, meeting several women who seemed to be secretaries, maids and nursed, to judge from the way they were dressed. As he noted, they all wore high heels and stockings (he secretly admitted to a slight fetish for these) and with so much to keep his eyes glued, the instruments and utensils these women tried to take unobtrusively past him, escaped his notice. He offered his greetings to every woman, but none returned them.
The maid ushered him into his room and closed the door from the outside without having said another word. He noticed the absence of a door handle and a key hole. “I suppose they just want me so much“ he thought and began to inspect his room: on one side a chest of drawers with a TV set on top, next to it a small wardrobe. On the other side a metal-frame bed. Vertical bars at the head and the foot, dual bars on the sides, folded down on one. Assuming the place to be a private clinic of some kind, he didn't give the bed any further thought. The camera, hidden in the ceiling, escaped his notice.
A short night had been followed by a long day and he felt very tired. Undressing down to his briefs and having attended the bathroom, he went to lie down. “Just all these beauties here are enough to want me get any job here“ was his last thought before he drifted off into a dream that was laced with a bewildering abundance of legs.
At three o’ clock in the morning, when his sleep was deepest, a blend of narcotic gases quietly hissed into the room through a vent, to secure his sleep. Thirty minutes later the mixture was extracted again and after another thirty minutes the door opened and four maids entered the room, two of them wheeling a bed of the same type as his, but studded with an immense array of broad, strong leather belts and straps. Having checked his reflexes and made sure that he was indeed deeply unconscious, they lifted him out of his bed onto the other.
“He's out beyond the count“, said one and two others smiled, angled his arms and strapped them down at wrist, lower arm, elbow and upper arm. The two others simultaneously fixed his ankles, lower legs, knees and upper legs in what looked like a well practices routine. “Well, can't run away any more, can you, poor baby?“ one said, gently stroking his hair. “I wouldn't want to be in your place, no. Maybe no girlfriend for a long time? Had you known about your new job here, you would have taken all your remaining cash and blown it in the red light district downtown before coming here. But wait, there is beauty in cruelty.“ Another added: “Did you notice how his eyes were glued to the women's legs and stockings? Just couldn't take them off. Poor sap. And will be his undoing, especially with the way he will be kept here. Just thinking about it makes me hot already.“ The third replied “Not just you, but lets fix the rest of his body as well, I know, he's helpless already, but lets do a proper job“. Two maids then completely immobilized his head with a multi-strap leather harness and attached an eight-inch collar to his neck. The ceiling now was all he would be able to see. More gear fixed his shoulders, and broad belts, above and below his nipples, kept his chest down.
“Now, let's lay open his little shrimp of a penis“ the fourth suggested, and with a mean smile added “but just for a little while“. Skilled scissors removed his briefs and two maids placed his pelvis in a harness. The other two put his hands into gloves and his feet in a similar set, spreading his fingers and toes apart. His total immobilization was complete. Finally they double-checked all the belts and straps for fit and padlocked them. One said: “That's how we like you, men: immobilized, helpless, private parts fully exposed and available, and not a chance to do anything about it, right?“ The others nodded in agreement and, one maid briefly stroking one of his nipples, left the room and locked the door.
It was eight o'clock when he woke up, noticing that something was wrong: he couldn't move. Wide awake now with the full awareness of his situation he began to scream for help until tears filled his eyes. However hard he tried, he could not move any part of his body even a fraction of an inch. His look fixed to the ceiling, he was driven into a new frenzy by not being able to see how he had been so thoroughly immobilized.
Suddenly the door opened and two maids entered. “Get me out of this, right away, you hear! What do you think you are doing with me, you ...! A fiery pain spreading out from his testicles stopped him short. “You what?“ hissed the one who had grabbed him, now grabbing harder. He started to bellow with pain but couldn't escape her fist and the pain, and the other took his nipples and started to relentlessly pinch them. Stepping up the pressure, smiling, but not saying a word, they kept on like this for about five minutes. Suddenly releasing him, his scream subsided into a low, sobbing whimper.“ If you ever open your mouth again without permission, pig!“ one said and the other threw his clothes in to the bathroom bin, adding „no need for these, anymore“.
They wheeled him out onto the corridor. The elevator door opened and the two nurses getting out touched his helpless body, laughing. On the way down one of the maids said: “You are going to have a good time here, baby“. He didn't dare to open his mouth. “A fast learner, isn't he?“ the other remarked and was replied by a “we'll, aren't they all - with the right amount of pressure applied to a one-time explanation?“
Downstairs they headed towards the office where he had met the superior. The women they met were dressed in the same way that had excited him so much yesterday. And all, doctors, nurses, secretaries and maids saw him as he was, naked and immobilized, being wheeled along by short-skirted maids in black stockings and high heels. He felt so exposed and humiliated by the fact that all the women were dressed and that they all seemed to know what was in store for him. Naked, cold fear gripped him and did not leave him. He had nothing left to fight it.
Halfway along they briefly stopped behind another bed parked next to a black door. On it was a man immobilized in the same way as he was. Next to the bed two nurses in these short white gowns, glossy white stockings and high heels. Unable to see anything, all he could was take in the man's low moaning, his pleading and his begging the nurses to stop. The man's nipples and penis were covered by metal devices and a hose led from his penis to a bag attached under the bed. His nurses, however, just looked at him without pity, ignored his desperate please and merely checked the proper position of the devices.
To be continued ...
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