Maja springs her trap

After Sara knocked on the door of the master bedroom, Sigvard’s deep voice ordered them to enter. Lisa followed her companion inside and stood next to her, in front of their employers. The farmer was sitting in his armchair at the center of the room, a glass of wine in his hand, sternly observing the two maids. His wife was standing somewhat withdrawn, behind and to the side of the armchair, with one hand on its padded backrest.

An uneasy silence settled between the four of them. Lisa was feeling increasingly nervous, wondering what would happen and what was now expected of her. Covered only by her thin nightgown, she felt as **** as ever under Sigvard’s piercing gaze; she did not dare make eye contact and instead looked down demurely. Slightly trembling, the maid clenched her bare toes in the carpet and clasped her hands, fighting the impulse to drag the hem of her gown farther down her pale thighs. Though her arousal had decreased from the peak she had reached during Sara’s teasing half an hour ago, Lisa’s crotch still felt a bit damp; even while she knew it realistically wouldn’t happen, she remained worried that a little droplet might slip through her underwear and slide down her thigh, revealing her excitement.

"I’m glad I can finally take the time to properly meet you, Lisa," began Maja, breaking the silence. "Now that I am back, I will again assume my housekeeping responsibilities as Mr. Karlsson’s wife, so I look forward to working with you for the wellbeing of our household."

This formal greeting was not what Lisa had expected, but the conventionality of it actually was reassuring: this was a role she knew how to play.

"The pleasure is all mine, Mrs. Karlsson," answered the maid, respectfully bowing her head.

"Good," continued the older woman. "Now, do you know why we invited you here?"

"I think so, yes," tentatively answered the girl, uncertain of the proper response.

"Really? How do you know that?" questioned Maja, frowning and looking suspiciously at Sara.

Lisa quickly understood what was happening: her employer suspected that Sara had revealed too much, against the orders she had received. This had in fact happened, but Lisa felt that she couldn’t tell on her companion like this. Fortunately, she had an alternative explanation, although it also seemed a bit too improper to reveal.

"I… I don’t know if I should…" hesitated Lisa.

"There are no secrets among us, dear," assertively stated the older woman. "Tell us what you know."

Seeking further approval, the maid turned her eyes towards Sigvard, who was still sitting silently on his armchair as a lord on his throne. Their gazes met for the first time and Lisa shivered with both fright and excitement: the farmer was glaring at her, as if he were judging her harshly. The girl imagined him getting angry from her confessed indiscretions; maybe he would stand, pick up a rod and ask her to bend over so he could cane her backside? At this point, she honestly couldn’t tell if she wanted to avoid or provoke this. Ultimately, the man did not say anything, and the maid took it as a sign he was endorsing his wife’s demands. And she couldn’t disobey a direct order, could she?

"I saw Mr. Karlsson once, because the door was a bit open" admitted the girl, her cheeks turning pink. "He did… things… with Sara."

"What did he do?"

Maja asked this casually, as if they were discussing the most trivial of topics. The maid had trouble believing that a woman might be so unbothered by the fact that her husband was laying with another. And yet, didn’t Sara say that had herself shared a moment of passion with Maja? All this open talk pretty much confirmed that the older woman agreed with the lewdness Lisa had witnessed.

"I saw him..." the girl revealed, her blush deepening. "Whipping her. On the buttocks with a cane, and... on her private parts. And then she took his manhood in her mouth."

"And how did seeing that make you feel?"

The maid swallowed, hoping the others wouldn’t notice her stiffening buds extruding through her gown.

"Warm... and wet between my legs."

"Does that mean you fantasized about taking Sara’s place? To feel the cane against your own bum?"

"Little, then."

"And now?"

"Yes," whispered Lisa.

She shyly looked down at the carpet, her cheeks feeling as hot as her sex from the embarrassing confession.

"So, do you want to be like Sara? To belong to Mr. Karlsson so that he can use your body as he wishes?"

"Yes…" the girl cleared her throat before speaking with greater conviction, feeling finally free to say the truth. "Yes, I want that."

As soon as she said this, Sigvard sighed and closed his eyes while Maja tried and failed to suppress an exulting smile.

"Ha, I knew it!" laughed the older woman.

In front of this completely unexpected reaction, Lisa’s newfound confidence instantly collapsed.

"Wh… what?" stammered the maid. "Did I say something wrong?"

"Not at all, dear," answered Maja with a satisfied smirk that was far from reassuring. "In fact, I commend you for your candor. But unfortunately, what you wish for won’t happen. One slutty maid in this house is already enough and I won’t tolerate another. So, here’s the choice you must now make, Lisa: either you wear a chastity belt to which I will keep the key, or you permanently leave this manor at dawn tomorrow."

Lisa felt crushed. The older woman was not only snatching away the fantasy of pleasure she had so invitingly dangled in front of her; she was now also adding further consequences. The very idea of leaving seemed inconceivable; where would she go now that her family had left for the other side of the ocean? And what on earth was a chastity belt anyway? This was all so unfair: it seemed as if Sara had plotted with their employers to lure her into this trap, making her confess to desires that their own sinfulness had induced within her! With that thought, Lisa glanced at her companion; the other girl looked just as confused as herself, which meant that she at least was not to blame.

"Honey, we don’t have to do this," Sigvard spoke up for the first time, his tone calm and serious. "You proved what you wanted, and you were right, I admit that. Still, it doesn’t justify being cruel to our poor Lisa. We should just let her return to her room and keep things the fine way they are now."

"Absolutely not," his wife retorted coldly. "We have an agreement, and you know that you owe me for what you did. If you don’t want me to leave, you will support me on this. So, Lisa, what do you choose?"

Lisa suddenly understood it all: it was Maja alone who had orchestrated this, resentfully threatening her husband with her departure and deceiving both maids into thinking she was on their side. And now that the older woman’s vengeful scheme had succeeded, Lisa saw no way to escape its consequences. The only way for her to go free was for Sigvard to take her defense, but would he risk his marriage for a simple maid? For now, the man remained mournfully pensive, once more saying nothing.

A hostile silence again weighed them down. With all eyes on her, Lisa knew that she was being asked to make a pivotal decision, which merely made her more nervous than she already was. What could she do? Leave tomorrow and never return? Accept wearing the belt? Beg Mr. Karlsson to protect her?