Domestic Duties

Janice had enjoyed four days of no humiliation but she had to be honest with herself, she had missed Chantelle and Martha as they were on a field trip. That was about to change as her phone buzzed indicating a text message had been received. #Do not forget tomorrow is Saturday Janice.# The message read.# I won't forget, # Janice replied, her heart racing with anticipation. She couldn't help but wonder what Chantelle and Martha had planned for her this time. Perhaps they would test her further, pushing her limits beyond anything she had ever experienced before. The thought both terrified and excited her, leaving her longing for the thrill of submission and the promise of forbidden pleasure. Despite her misgivings, Janice knew she couldn't resist the allure of Chantelle and Martha. She had become ensnared in their web of domination, compelled by her deep-seated desires. The next morning Janice dressed in the maid's uniform and put on an overcoat to hide it as she walked to Chantelles's house. She was let in by Martha and told to get the breakfast done. While getting the food ready she could feel Martha's eyes on her, feeling the pressure and knowing that she needed to perform well today. Martha had made it clear last time that she wouldn't tolerate any mistakes. Janice busied herself preparing breakfast, focusing on the rhythmic clang of the frying pan, the smell of bacon wafting through the air, and the sizzling sound of eggs cooking.

All these details served to block out the anxiety gnawing at her stomach. As the breakfast progressed, Martha casually joined her, seemingly content to observe Janice's performance. However, the atmosphere became increasingly charged, and it didn't take long for Janice to realize why. As the bacon sizzled, Chantelle entered the kitchen, her gaze locking onto Janice with a predatory intensity. Janice swallowed hard, trying to mask her trembling. She hoped her performance thus far would suffice, yet she feared her skills might fall short under the scrutiny of these two dominant women. After breakfast, Janice sorted out the dirty clothes from their field trip putting them in the laundry. Martha dragged Janice into her room dropping her robe and revealing her naked body and she lay on the bed. "Now you are going to wash my body with your tongue Janice." she said."You'll start by licking my nipples, then slowly work your way down my body. Remember, I want your tongue on every inch of me," Martha commanded, her voice soft yet commanding. Janice felt a mixture of fear and arousal well up inside her as she complied, approaching the edge of the bed and crawling towards Martha. Taking her time, she gently wrapped her lips around one of Martha's perfectly round breasts, drawing it between her teeth teasingly. Janice felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment and arousal as she began to lick the small valley between Chantelle's cleavage, while her fingers caressed the other breast rhythmically.

She licked and sucked each of Martha's erect nipples while also massaging her breasts. Martha let soft moans escape from her lips as Janice sucked and nibbled on her nipples. She gently pushed Janice down toward her clitoris. Janice lowered her mouth over Martha's clitoris and sucked and flicked with her tongue. Martha closed her eyes, throwing her head back as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. She allowed herself to be lost in the sensation, revelling in the control she held over Janice. Martha reached down, caressing Janice's head with one hand while running her fingers through her short, brown hair with the other. She smiled, pleased with how eager Janice was to please her. Janice soon moved down to Martha's pussy licking and sucking on her labia. She tasted Martha's juices as her tongue started to probe deeper into Martha's tunnel. Martha gripped the edges of the bed tightly, her fingers digging into the mattress as she stifled a moan. Her breathing became laboured, each exhalation punctuated by a small cry of ecstasy. Janice's fingers played along Martha's opening, teasing the sensitive flesh. Each caress sent a wave of pleasure rippling through Martha's body, intensifying her desire for release. Janice was expertly navigating her tongue along Martha's labia, skillfully tracing patterns over her swollen folds. Her touch was gentle yet persistent, coaxing forth delightful tingles throughout Martha's womanhood.

Martha could feel her climax building, growing stronger with each passing second. Sensing the impending explosion, Martha gripped the sheets tighter, her fingers digging into the fabric with a **** that bordered on ****. Her whole body trembled with anticipation, her breath becoming ragged as her orgasm drew nearer. Finally, Martha cried out, her body arching under the intensity of her release. Spasms wracked her body, electric currents surging through her pelvis and down her thighs. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting Janice's intense gaze. A smile spread across her face, triumph etched in her features. Janice felt a rush of satisfaction at having brought Martha to such heights of pleasure. Her own arousal intensified as she stroked Martha's thigh gently, admiring the aftermath of their passionate encounter. Martha then kicked Janice out of her bedroom with a smirk "Get your ass back to work Janice" said Martha with a grin. Janice walked out of Martha's room, feeling an uneasy mixture of humiliation and embarrassment. Her body ached from the intense activities, leaving her exhausted yet aroused. She went back to the laundry taking the wet clothes and hanging them on the washing line. Lunchtime came and Janice was back in the kitchen preparing sandwiches and coffee for Chantelle as Martha had gone out. As she served the food, she thought about how her life had changed in the past week since she had met these two women.

She didn't remember ever feeling so alive, so desired, so needed. Chantelle took Janice to her room and ordered her to strip down to her black stockings and shoes. She wanted Janice to feel **** and exposed. Janice obeyed, quickly shedding her clothing. She stood before Chantelle, her slender frame wearing just her stockings and shoes, feeling incredibly submissive. Chantelle observed Janice, taking in her every feature, appreciating the sight of her obedient demeanour. "You will serve me well, won't you, Janice?" she asked, her tone both playful and authoritative. Janice nodded, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. Chantelle pushed Janice onto the bed and used the leather manacles on her wrists. She pulled Janice's arms out to the corners of the bed stretching her. Chantelle leaned in, her mouth inches from Janice's ear. "Tell me, how does it feel to be treated like this, to have your freedom taken away?" she whispered, her voice dripping with malice. Janice trembled, struggling to find the words to answer. The intensity of the situation overwhelmed her, leaving her speechless. The fear and shame that coursed through her veins made it impossible to formulate a coherent response. "Doesn't it feel good?" Chantelle continued, her tone mocking and taunting. She then manacled Janice's feet so that Janice was displayed spreadeagled on the bed unable to escape. Chantelle had stripped and climbed on the bed to straddle Janice lowering her pussy down on her face.

"Now bitch start using your tongue for its best purpose." sneered Chantelle. She pulled Janice's head closer to her sex, commanding her to engage in the act with renewed fervour. Janice felt the sting of humiliation as she complied, her tongue tracing the delicate folds of Chantelle's labia. Each thrust of her tongue provoked another moan from Chantelle, feeding into Janice's anxiety. She struggled to reconcile her feelings of pleasure and shame. Chantelle instructed her movements, guiding Janice's tongue expertly. The musky smell of arousal hung heavily in the air, enveloping Janice in a cocoon of sexual tension. Chantelle groaned loudly, arching her back and digging her fingers into Janice's hair, further amplifying the intensity of the situation. Janice's mind raced with conflicting emotions - desire, guilt, and confusion. The heat radiating off Chantelle's body combined with the sweet taste of her sex on Janice's tongue created a powerful, almost addictive experience. Despite her initial resistance, Janice found herself giving in to the passionate encounter, driven by the urge to please her dominant Mistress. "You're doing well, bitch," Chantelle purred, running her fingers through Janice's hair, causing her to quiver with excitement. "Your obedience pleases me." Janice swallowed hard, trying to contain her growing arousal. Soon Chantelle felt her climax building. She moved swiftly, grasping Janice's head firmly, directing her mouth to her most sensitive spot.

As her lips reached the intended destination, Janice closed her eyes, focusing her attention solely on the task at hand. The intensity of the pleasure building inside her grew stronger, threatening to burst forth. Chantelle spasmed as she released her orgasm screaming loudly as Janice was **** to swallow her juices. She looked down at Janice with a satisfied smile, her green eyes glinting with victory. "So, Janice, you enjoyed that, didn't you?" Chantelle asked with a dominant tone. Janice's face turned bright red, her heart racing with a mixture of shame and arousal. "I-I did," she stammered, her voice barely audible. Chantelle smiled mischievously, enjoying the vulnerability displayed on Janice's face. "Good bitch," she whispered, running her fingers through Janice's hair. Chantelle released Janice telling her to get dressed and get back to work cleaning the house. After getting dressed, Janice nervously returned to the house. Her body ached with desire, yet she felt ashamed of what she had done. She went about her duties, scrubbing the floor and polishing the furniture, struggling to maintain her composure. Each time she glanced at the door leading to the bedroom, she couldn't help but think about the day's events. Martha entered the room, her eyes lingering on Janice for a moment before turning to the television. The cleaning was all done Janice prepared dinner for Chantelle and Martha. She cooked a sumptuous meal of roast chicken, steamed vegetables, and a decadent dessert of chocolate mousse.

Her palms sweated nervously as she served the food, wondering how they would react to her efforts. When they sat down to eat, Chantelle took a bite of the chicken and then turned to Janice with a look of surprise and admiration. "Wow, Janice! This is fantastic!" Chantelle exclaimed, genuinely impressed. Janice blushed, pleased by the praise. The night drew in and Chantelle and Martha finally allowed Janice to go home reminding her to return next weekend. Janice made her way home her emotions a mixture of humiliation and arousal. When she got home she prepared herself a meal then headed to the shower and washed her body before getting herself ready for bed. She could relax tomorrow before starting the week on Monday. However, thoughts of Chantelle and Martha plagued her dreams that night. In her sleep, she saw herself again kneeling before those hosed legs, her submissiveness becoming more apparent than ever. She eventually fell into a sound sleep and woke up the next morning refreshed. She spent the day doing some chores and she found that doing them in her maid uniform was liberating.