Date: Wed, 2 Oct 2013 19:44:35 -0400 (EDT)
From: Couture
Subject: The Cleaning Girl

The Cleaning Girl (F/F, D/s, BD, Interracial, Humiliation, WaterSports,
Consensual) by Couture  2001
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"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 Senorita, Rosa no puta! You no make Rosa a slave! This
 only a job for Rosa, Senorita 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
dominating 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 Senorita, 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 Senorita!" 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.
"Senorita 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, Senorita?" 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 dust mop.
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! Aways,
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  couldn't
believe it, I had just been sold. I wanted to scream at them that Rosa  couldn'
t sell me, because she didn't own me. Instead, I knelt there meekly as a
collar was put around my neck and then a leash. Rosa handed Jean the bell and
then 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 now
forgotten.
The End

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