Date: Wed, 7 May 2003 16:52:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: Laura Chilton <formula424@yahoo.com>
Subject: 'Requiem for a Domestic' Part 1 Lesbian/Bondage

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 *** This is a work of fiction for mature audiences only ..do not read this
if you are under 21 years of age / any similarities between persons living
or dead is purely coincidental..
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          Requiem for a Domestic
          by Laura Chilton

 I first took this job with a maid service because of the flexible
hours..being a twenety-two year old college student with no practical work
experience, it was hard to find anything that would allow time for my
studies. When I saw the posting on the job placement board in the student
center, it seemed like just the thing..my bills were really begining to
stack up, so I wasted no time calling and arranging an apppointment to fill
out an application. I was hired right away,and I was relieved..little did I
know what it would ultimately lead to.

 My first job assignment was in an older but still very well-to-do
neighborhood with towering oaks and manicured lawns in front of every
residence. The house I was to be working in that day looked like it was
built in the early fifties and had beautiful stone work in the front. I
nervously rang the bell and was greeted by the Lady of the House..she
introduced herself as Ms.Anderson. She stood about five-six or so and
looked to be in her mid-fifties, but it was obvious she took very good care
of herself. I loved her silver hair that was done up in a 'beehive', the
kind of style that was popular in the sixties. The color of her hair gave a
very nice contrast to the frosty-green eyeshadow she wore. Her mannersims
were very refined, and I could tell she was not the type of woman to suffer
fools. I tried to be on my best behavior as she made it clear as to what
she wanted done...the house was so clean, I could hardly figure out why she
thought she needed a maid. Upon closer inspection, there was some dust here
and there, but nothing that looked too bad. The house was indeed a
reflection of it's owner..very classy, but conservative and not 'brassy' in
any way. She told me that the mahogany furniture was to be polished and
then the taupe rugs cleaned thouroughly. The glass on the china cabinet was
also to be spotless inside and out..she made it very clear that her
cut-crystal collection within the illuminated cabinet was very important to
her, and great care was to be taken when removing the pieces to clean the
shelves.She told me that she had a few errands to run and would return
shortly, reminding me to be careful as she went out the door.

 I started with the living room as she instructed, and finished by the time
she got back. She told me she was pleased and told me to start doing the
china cabinet. Something about her made me feel kind of uneasy, but I just
dismissed it as me being jittery on the first day of my new job. I could
hear her talking on the phone in the other room as I cautiously removed the
crystal from the cabinet and put them on the table so that I could begin
cleaning the shelves. When I was finished I started to pick up a beautiful
and very expensive looking vase to put it back, and that's when it
happened...I had a very deep sinking feeling at the pit of my stomach as i
looked at the remnants all over the hardwood floor..I wanted to just vanish
into thin air, and I could feel strong tears welling up within my eyes. The
loud noise had of course summoned Ms.Andersdon into the room, and she gave
me look of utter disgust as she stood at the door. I just stood there and
tried to stammer an apology, but she only dismissed me with a wave of her
hand. I offered to do some extra work or whatever else she wanted me to, as
I knew full well that I didn't have the resources to pay for such a costly
thing. ''The vase was hand-cut for me by an artisan in Sweden, it was
one-of-a- kind...no amount of money or work would replace it...''.I nodded
my head in agreement amidst my tears.''It seems to me you could use some
lessons in decorum, girl..if you are willing to let me teach you, I won't
report this to your agency...''. I had no idea what she was implying, but I
readily accepted..I really needed this job, and I felt absolutely terrible
about what I had done.

 She took my wrist and lead me down a hallway and then down a short flight
of stairs. I was utterly confused and felt my heart starting to pound
within my chest as she took some keys out and unlocked the door that opened
into what appeared to be a storage room...it had no windows and a musty
smell..old books, battered furniture, and other miscellaneous junk from the
past were everywhere. The only light eminated from a single votive candle
that she lit as soon as we were inside. She closed the door and told me to
get undressed..I just stood there and froze..i couldn't believe what she
just asked. She must have sensed this, as she opened the door wide and
said''Very well then.. you can choose to break our agreement if you
wish..'' She gave me the iciest stare anyone had ever given me. I lowered
my head and began to unbutton my blouse as she slowly closed the door and
turned the lock.  I was completely perplexed..my mind was going in eight
differnt directions at once, but sheepishly compliant with her
request...there didn't seem to be an alternative. She told me to keep my
panties on, but to remove everything else. Looking toward one corner and
away from her, I unzipped my jeans and noticed a really strange looking
chair in one corner of the room..it was made of heavy wood and looked
medievel..like it belonged in an English castle or something. It had a
straight back and a padded seat shaped like a Y. I noticed it had all of
these straps and buckles all over it too..why would anyone want such an
ugly thing like that? What was it for? After I removed my brassiere,
Ms.Anderson took me by my wrist again..''Good girl..now it's time for you
to have a seat..'' I was careful not to look at her as she lead me over to
the very same ghastly chair I had been looking at. She told me to sit up
straight as she fastened my wrist with a leather strap that was attached to
the side of the horrible thing, and quickly followed with the
other. Another strap was buckled around me just below my breasts, and then
another around my waist. I found out why the seat was shaped as it was as
she secured the straps around my thighs..it was to keep the occupant's legs
open in a vulgar position. After she fastend both of my ankles, she quickly
went over each strap to make sure it was secure. It slowly began to sink in
that I couldn't move and was at her complete mercy..I again felt my heart
pounding within my chest, harder than before. I had the same feeling I get
before mid-terms, but this was at least twenty times worse. I felt her
hands upon my shoulders as she stood behind me..I just stared at the
cinder-block wall in front of me as she spoke...''You needn't worry
dear...no permanent harm will come to you, as long as you co-operate with
me''. It really didn't occur to me how I could do otherwise, being in my
current predicament. She started to slowly rub some oil into my shoulders
and upper arms, and it was the last thing I was expecting..it really felt
good, but the fact that I was nearly nude and in tight bondage didn't help
ease my mind any. She progressed towards my breasts,and I could feel her
breath upon my neck as she gently kneaded my C-cups. She went over my
shoulders again, with her fingernails barely touching the skin. It was
obvious she was enjoying this, and what disgusted me was that I was
too,sort of. She turned her attention to my nipples and began to tweak each
one with two fingers..with each pinch being harder than the last. I let out
a yelp when it really began to hurt. She stopped and went over to a nearby
bureau that I could barely see in my peripheral. I heard her open and close
a drawer, and then she returned with a pair of metal things with a small
spring..I soon found out what they were, as she streched out my right
nipple and attached the clamp. I felt the pain immediately surge through my
body..it hurt so much, but I only let out a deep gasp..it was like I was in
shock or something...I was too mortified to scream.The other one was
clamped in the same manner, and now the pain washed over me completely. I
instictively threw my head back and shut my eyes tightly, writhing in vain
against the wrist straps. ''I can make them worse dear..simply a matter of
adjustment..''she said as she attached a small metal weight to each
clamp. Standing behind me again, she slowly carressed my shoulders and told
me that the pain would slowly subside.''I know they hurt, dear..just
concentrate on breathing through your nose and try to be calm''. I did as
she said, and she was right...the pain slowly became a dull throb...it
wasn't exactly comfortable, but wasn't as bad as it was at first.

 She moved to the front of the chair and began to rake her fingernails
lightly over my thighs, occasionally tapping the dangling weights with her
finger..I knew she enjoyed seeing my reaction when she did that, despite
her cold demeanor. As much as I wanted to deny it, her fingernails really
felt good, and my body was begining to react, even if my mind wasn't. There
was no way I could hide the moisture that was so evident on my gray cotton
undies, so it was embarrasing to say the least.''So I see ...you are just
as I had thought, you vile little slut!''. I was angered by her insult and
mindlessly snapped back at her, but regretted it as soon as I did.''
So.......'' she said, scowling at me ..''You like to talk back ,do you ?
Well, I have something most appropriate for you ...''. She went to the
bureau and returned with a red-ball looking thing with a thin strap and
buckle..she stuffed the ball firmly within my mouth and pulled the strap
tightly behind my head.''I'm very disappointed with your lapse in manners,
young lady, but I will correct you soon enough...'' She held the back of
the chair with one hand and released a latch that collapsed the chair where
the seat met the back..before I knew it, I was staring up at the ceiling as
Ms.Anderson towered above me. She reached down and removed one of the
clamps, squeezing my swollen nipple with her fingers and brigning a new
rush of pain across me.'' Your little nipples must be nice and sore by
now...just in time for your next lesson....''

 (To Be Continued).......