Rules of the House

Alex already knew it was going to be humiliating. His mother working as a maid in his bully's house. But nothing prepared him for the smug of contempt and arrogance with which Matthew looked not only at him, but also at his mother when he opened the door to his house for them.

As they entered the house, Matthew led them to the Reception Room where his mother was waiting

Suddenly, they reached a massive set of double doors, which Matthew flung open and instructed them to enter. Alex could not believe his eyes as he stepped into the room. It looked like something out of a movie. The ceilings were high, adorned with a sparkling gold chandelier. The room was so large that it could fit multiple apartments inside. Tasteful white silk curtains framed several large windows, while luxurious furniture filled the space, including a grand piano in one corner. Four seats that resembled small thrones were placed on the other side of the room.

There was one seat that stood out with a higher backrest, towering over the other chairs like a throne fit for a king. Next to it there was another seat with a smaller backrest, each of them followed by a more average-looking but equally luxurious chair.

The seat with the second highest backrest was occupied by the blonde woman they had crashed into the night before, her legs draped over the armrest in a casual manner.

She wore a short dress and black heels. The dress of rich royal purple had a slight shimmer. It ended mid-thigh and was sleeveless, showcasing her toned arms.

Her blonde hair was expertly twisted and pinned up into a sleek, low bun, with a few loose tendrils framing her face. The bun glittered with hair gems and was held in place by a pearl-studded hairpin. She seemed busy writing on a tablet.

Beside her sat a young man who resembled Matthew but looked younger, with blonde hair and blue eyes like Victoria's. He was engrossed in playing a video game on a portable console.

Matthew guided them towards the center of the room, leading them to stand in front of the four impressive seats.His hand gestured for them to wait there while he took his place in the slightly smaller seat beside the empty, majestic chair.

They stood, shifting anxiously in front of the grand throne. Their eyes darted back and forth between the relaxed figure of Matthew in his seat and the engrossed Victoria on her tablet. They felt like intruders, unwelcome in that world of opulence and influence. Every moment dragged on as they waited for someone to acknowledge them, while Victoria paid them no heed.

Frustration and irritation bubbled inside Mary, She couldn't stand another moment of that nonsense and was determined to put an end to it once and for all.

Alex observed how She clenched her hand into a fist and delicately brought it to her mouth, releasing a small cough in hopes of gaining their attention. Her eyes darted to the seated figures, hoping for some acknowledgement, but it became apparent that they hadn't even noticed.

Matthew's expression remained bored and disinterested, his brother still enthralled in his video game, while Victoria seemed engrossed in something on her tablet, that must have been much more interesting than them.

Alex started to feel increasingly uncomfortable. Then, he saw his mother bring her hand up to her mouth once more, emitting a another small sharp cough that sounded a bit harsher this time.

Finally, Victoria's long eyelashes lifted as she raised her eyes from her tablet. They were deep blue, cold and calculating, like the depths of an ice-cold ocean. They were focused and intense, boring into Mary with their sharp gaze.

After a moment watching them, Victoria finally spoke.

"Why aren't you on your knees?" Her voice cut through the air like a sharp knife

"He...?" Mary asked, confused, now why does she had to kneel?

"You are in my house," Victoria began to list, her tone dripping with superiority, "in my grand reception room, waiting for an audience with me. But you and I are not equals, are we?"

Mary felt her blood boil, but she knew that she had to maintain her composure if she wanted to keep her freedom.

"I…No..." She pronounced weakly.

"No what?” Victoria insisted. Her icy gaze boring into Mary's soul.

Mary took a moment before answering, her voice quivered with rage as she finally broke her silence. "We are not equal," She finally spat out, her anger palpable. Alex watched silently as a smirk formed on Matthew's lips when Mary said that.

"What are you waiting for then?" Victoria pressed on, her tone condescending.

Mary turned to look at her son, they had already talked about her working with the Sinclair’s. Alex understood that it would be difficult. But it was still hard for her to let her son see her submitting to someone as repulsive and racist as Victoria Sinclair.

Giving a heavy sigh, Mary slowly began to lower herself onto the floor until she was kneeling. Her legs pressed together, and her hands touched the ground as if ready to spring up as soon as that nonsense of Victoria's was over.

Victoria watched the kneeling Mary for a moment, there was not a single sound in the entire room. The smile on Matthew's face had grown, as if he knew that at that moment his mother's game began.

After a long moment, Victoria let out an exaggerated sigh, breaking the long silence.

“I find it surprising that as a Mexican, you don't know how to kneel properly”, she remarked, causing Mary and Alex to exchange strange glances. "But then again,” Victoria continued, "maybe I shouldn't be surprised. It seems that even among Mexicans you are stupid."

Mary exerted all of her willpower to resist the urge to stand up and hit the woman. With all of her self-restraint, she replied calmly, "What else do I need to do?” Her tone was firm and controlled, as if she wanted to put an end to that foolishness once and for all.

"You should spread your legs while kneeling," Victoria responded matter-of-factly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, something of common knowledge. Reluctantly, Mary slowly obeyed. And slightly parted her knees while remaining in a kneeling position.

"No, no, spread your legs more," Victoria said firmly. A mischievous glint in her eyes.

Blushing, Mary, separate her knees as far apart as she could while remaining on her knees.

"Now your hands," Victoria continued, gesturing for Mary to place them behind her back. "Cross your right hand over your left elbow and your left hand over your right elbow." Mary followed the instructions, noticing how Victoria seemed more animated and in a good mood, as if the idea of teaching her basic etiquette in submitting made her happy.

“Now your posture," Victoria declared with excitement. “Straighten your back and stick out your breasts." Mary straightened up and pushed out her chest, feeling slightly self-conscious. Victoria paused for a moment before adding, "No, even straighter” As Mary adjusted herself accordingly, Victoria exclaimed, "Good. Now tilt your head down. No, lower look at the ground. That's better " She corrected Mary,

In the end, Alex saw how his mother was kneeling in the center of the opulent living room. Her legs spread apart so wide that her buttocks nearly grazed the luxurious floor, while her back was painfully straight, causing her large breasts to stand out prominently beneath her white blouse. Her hands clasped behind her back, and her head bowed so low complemented her submissive and pathetic appearance. It was a sight that Alex never thought he would see from his strong-willed mother.

Victoria's eyes glowed with delight as she studied her handiwork, a smug smile playing on her lips. Matthew's once subtle smile now stretched across his face as he openly laughed at Alex's mother.

Mary's cheeks were burning with shame and anger at being **** to adopt that pathetic position. Her nails were digging into her elbows as she resisted the urge to lash out at the repugnant woman in front of her. She could feel the cold floor beneath her knees lightly caressing her butt through the fabric of her jeans.

The only sound in the room was the quiet rustling of fabric as Mary lightly shifted uncomfortably in her position, and the occasional snicker from Matthew.

“Well, now that you have been put in your proper place, we can have a conversation," Victoria chuckled, breaking the tense silence. “You may rise your head” She said in a more serious tone.

Mary lifted her head in a swift motion, determined not to let them defeat her. She reminded herself that they could only humiliate her if she allowed them to do so.

"I am here to commence my duties as your new servant, ma'am," Mary said, in a normal tone, as if she was not kneeling pathetically in front of her new employer.

“It's Mistress Sinclair," Victoria corrected in a cold, sharp tone.

"I am here to commence my duties as your new servant... Mistress Sinclair," Mary corrected herself reluctantly, she didn’t like the idea of have to call Victoria “mistress.”

Victoria responded with a dismissive wave of her hand and an exasperated eye roll. "I know why you're here, stupid girl. I was the one who ordered you to come.” She said, stating the obvious.

The condescending way that Victoria referred to her as "girl" made Mary feel uneasy, especially considering they were around the same age.

Mary stumbled, unsure of how to continue. "Well...Emmh..."

"What I want to know," Victoria said, interrupting Mary’s babbling. "It's why you brought your son along" she said, turning her gaze towards Alex, who was standing close by her mother.

"You see, ma'am... Mistress Sinclair... My son's school had ended, so I went to pick him up. I couldn't leave him alone at home, so I decided to bring him with me...... I hope that's not a problem." Mary stuttered nervously as she explained the situation.

Alex could feel Victoria's eyes burning into him with disgust. As if the very sight of him repulsed her.

"No, there's no problem... In fact, it's better that you brought him at once, but you shouldn't have done it without consulting me. Once you start serving in my house, you won’t be allowed to make decisions on your own. All decisions will have to be approved by your superiors, that means, any member of my family. I will let it slide and won’t punish you this time, since you haven’t officially started serving here." Victoria said with a strict tone.

Mary was struck by the way she say, “I won’t punish you this time”. As if she were a child who makes mischief and gets punished. Who did that woman think she was?

"The reason it's beneficial that you brought him with you," Victoria continued, in a tone dripping with condescension as if she were speaking to a stupid kid. "Is because while you work here, you'll be living in our house. So, unless you want to get rid of the brat - which I would completely understand” – She gave Alex another look of disgust – “you'll have to bring him along and have him live here too. We already have a room set up for both of you."

Mary's eyes widened in surprise as she looked around at the grand estate before her. "To live here?" she asked, still in disbelief. "But, our house..." she started to protest, but Victoria cut her off.

"Work serving us," Victoria said, her voice dripping with entitlement. "It means being available at all times. 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. If one of us needs something in the middle of the night and you're asleep, you'll wake up and obediently fulfill our needs. That's what it means to serve a Sinclair." Victoria's words were laced with superiority and pride.

Mary clenched her teeth and **** out the words, "I comprehend..." She knew that trying to convince her to let them stay at their own house was useless.

"You will wake up every day at 4:30 in the morning, including weekends and holidays. You will check that everything is in order in my house, and if there is something out of place, you will make sure to clean it immediately," Victoria demanded, her tone dripping with entitlement. "Then, you will proceed to prepare breakfast for my family and serve us promptly when we awake."

"Very good," Mary nervously accepted, already feeling overwhelmed trying to remember all of these demands.

"And after breakfast, you will assist my children in getting dressed for school and take them in our car," She paused, before beginning in a more displeased tone "I am aware that your son attends the same school as Matthew.”

"That's correct..." Mary said, timidly.

"Well, after think about it, I have decided that you don't need to waste time traveling back and forth between the school and my house and then the school again. You have my permission to take your son to school with Matthew," Victoria declared coldly, as though she was doing Mary a favor by allowing her son to ride in the car with Matthew.

"T-thank you ma'am... Mistress Sinclair."

"Once you have left them in school, you will return to the house and continue with your duties. You will scrub our floors, wiping down our furniture, laundering and ironing our clothes. You will be responsible for maintaining the order and cleanliness of our residence."

"I understand...."

"Also, you will not be allowed to leave the house without explicit permission from one of us, with the exception of your daily duties, such as taking my children to and from school."

Mary's eyes widen in shock as she processed the last order from Victoria.

"I am not allowed to leave the house without permission?" Mary repeated, her voice trembling with disbelief and anger as her strong Mexican accent became more pronounced in her frustration. "What if I have an urgent matter that requires me to leave immediately and I don’t have time to ask for your permission?" In the heat of the moment she forgot all about the submissive posture that Victoria had instructed her to maintain, her arms now crossed defiantly in front of her. “Im not a prisioner, I have....”

"Silence, Mexican slut". Victoria interrupted her with a cold tone, causing Mary to immediately shut her mouth. "Let me be very clear with you. While we may refer to this as a 'job' or 'maid position,' the reality is that you are more a **** than a servant. And it would be in your best interest not to defy me and become my true ****. Trust me, the orders Im giving you now will seem much more reasonable then. Now go back to your position."

Alex's eyes narrowed and his brows furrowed in anger upon hearing Victoria call his mother a slut. And despite the urge to speak her mind, Mary bit her tongue and simply nodded, clenching her jaw. She straightened her posture and clasped her hands behind her back again, mustering a polite response. "Yes, Mistress Sinclair. Forgive me..." she **** out through gritted teeth, her gaze fixed on the ground.

Victoria's voice dripped with amusement. "I'll excuse you again, dear. Today, I feel particularly pious. And speaking of not being able to leave the house without permission, you'll have to wear this." From her purse, Victoria produced a device that seemed like a dog collar.

The collar was made of a sleek, black leather that gleamed in the light. The edges were adorned with shiny metal parts, giving it a luxurious but also intimidating appearance.

Mary's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "A dog collar?" she asked incredulously, before feeling a wave of indignation wash over her.

"It does seem like that, doesn't it?" Victoria chuckled in response. "But it's just a fortunate coincidence. It's a smart collar designed to be used in servants. One of my husband's companies is responsible for its creation. It has a built-in GPS tracker so you can always know where your servant is, no matter where they are in the country. Plus, there are other interesting features that we'll have time to explore later," she added with a playful smirk aimed at Mary.

Mary hesitated before speaking, her voice tentative and uncertain. "I don't think..."

"I don't care what you think." Victoria snapped. Her sharp words cut through the air before Mary could finish. "You’re wearing of the collar is not up for discussion. It's the only way I would entrust my children to an animal like you.”

The tension between them was palpable, Mary tried to held her ground, but at the end she knew that she couldn’t win. With a heavy sigh she nodded in agreement.

"Matthew, dear. Please put the collar on her." Victoria said to Matthew in a much sweeter tone than the one she had been using with Mary.

"With pleasure, mom," Matthew responded as he got up from his chair and went to his mother's throne to pick up the collar. Alex watched as he approached them in the center of the room, holding the leather piece in his hands.

As Matthew approached, Mary's muscles tensed with anticipation. Her arms instinctively wanting to reach out and take the collar from him. But then she remembered Victoria's strict orders not to move without permission and she could almost hear her sharp reprimand in her head. So instead, she stood frozen, obediently waiting for him.

With clenched fists, Alex watched as Matthew, his bully, approached his mother. He reached out his hand and gently brushed aside the strands of hair covering her neck, exposing the delicate skin underneath. A glint of malice danced in his eyes as he carefully placed a collar around her neck, adjusting it until it was snug against her skin. Alex couldn't tear her eyes away from the scene unfolding before him. The sound of an electronic "Beep" pierced the air as the collar closed around his mother’s throat.

Matthew's mocking smile taunted Alex as he backed away. Just in front of him, Matthew had just placed a dog collar on his mother, while she was kneeling submissively on the floor. And he didn’t do anything about it. Alex felt emasculated and jealous, watching his bully humiliate his mother in such a degrading way.

Once Matthew had returned to his seat, Victoria continued "That sound you heard was an electronic lock. The collar cannot be removed unless a password is entered. And I don't recommend trying to remove it by ****” she added with a playful smile "Don't worry, it's waterproof and suitable for outdoors. You shouldn't have to take any special care." She said as if that was a concern for Mary.

"I have already sent a driver to collect your personal belongings from your house, you should have everything here for the night." Victoria continued." You may go to settle in the utility room, now. It is only one, you two will share it.” She added looking to Alex

“Oh, I almost forgot,” Victoria said reaching into her handbag, as if she had suddenly remembered something very important. She fished out a small glass jar with no label and tiny pink pills inside. She then rose from her seat and made her way to the center of the room, where Alex and his mom were.

Once she stood next to the kneeling Mary, Victoria said with a cool demeanor, "You will have to take one of these pills every day."

Mary eyed the pill in Victoria's hand with suspicion and asked, “What is it?”

"Your role here is to obey, not to question. Now open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

“I- I can take it myself, mistress Victoria,” Mary stammered, desperately. Trying to avoid being feed the pill.

But Victoria was resolute. “No, I will not let you touch these pills. Now don't make me repeat myself."

With a heavy heart, Mary reluctantly opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, ever so slightly, like a hesitant child awaiting a scolding.

"Stick your tongue further, you stupid girl. And tilt your head back," Victoria commanded, yanking Mary's hair and forcing her neck into an imposible arc. "Do you want the pill to drop onto the ground? Then you'll have to swallow it from there." Mary strained to keep her head tilted back while sticking out her tongue as far as she could.

Once Mary was in position, Alex watched as Victoria's fingers held the small, pink pill between them, gently placing it on the tip of his mom outstretched tongue.

Her tongue was warm and wet against Victoria's fingertips, the pill feeling cool and smooth as she placed it. “Now swallow,” Victoria said.

Alex heard his mom's body made a soft gasping sound as she swallowed the pill, her breath hitching in her throat. The sound of her swallowing could be heard clearly in the tense silence of the room.

“Every day in the morning you will remind me to give you a pill, got it?” Victoria said as she let go of Mary's hair and returned to her seat.

Once on her seat again, she finished her speech. “What I have told you are the rules of the house. And the last and most important one is that as long as you live and work in this house, you will be under the control of the Sinclair’s. We do not tolerate rebellion or disrespect from our servants. You will obey our every order and thank us for the privilege of serving us. Do you understand?" She spoke sternly, addressing Mary directly.

Mary nodded with understanding, but she refused to back down. her hands clenched tightly behind her back as she met Victoria's gaze with defiance and determination. Even if she had to follow strict rules or wear a dog collar, even if she was **** to kneel in humiliation, she would not let herself be defeated by Victoria.

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