You are reminded of your role

Just as you finish wiping up the juice, you feel a strong hand on your back. You squeal as you are **** to bend over the table, your tits squished against the hard surface. You quickly realize it is Kelly holding you down, and out of instinct you try and push back.

"Don't move," she orders, her voice cold. You slowly stop struggling, through your panic remembering the power she held over you. Besides, she was physically stronger than you anyway. Using her left hand to keep you pinned down, she moves the right to your skirt, flipping it up. You softly whimper as your ass is exposed to the dominant woman.

Slowly, she traced her middle finger down your lace panties, along your crack, and down to your aching pussy. Pausing for just a second, she pushed the digit against your folds, moving it in slow, tantalizing circles. You cannot contain a moan as your juices soak through your underwear, telling the rich girl just how aroused you are.

"You lied to me," Kelly accused, pressing harder.

"W-What? No, I promise I d-d-didn't lie, Mistress!" You plead, squirming under her grasp. This was humiliating, this was degrading, and this was so, so, so unprofessional! So why were you getting wetter?!

"If Daddy had approved you, you would still be leaking cum," she replied, adding her index finger to the mix. You subconsciously spread your legs, giving her easier access to your quivering sex.

"S... mmm... sorry, M-Mistress. I didn't realize!" Her words confirm what you had begun to expect. You would be expected to lose your virginity to keep your job!

"Most maids don't last here," she continues, her two fingers finding a rhythm. "They just aren't up to our family's high standards. If you want to keep this position, you are going to have to learn to do whatever I want... whatever we want... without question. Understand?"

"Y-Yes, Mistress," you whimper, biting your lip to suppress a moan.

All of a sudden, you feel the pressure on both your pussy and your back lifted. Taking a step back, Kelly ordered "Stand up and turn around!" You did as she commanded, flattening your skirt. "Take your tits out!" You knew she wanted a quick response, so pushing past your anxiety you grab your top and yank it down. Your big tits flop out, the C-cups bouncing from the ****.

She smiles at your obedience, clearly amused. "Kneel!" You immediately fall to your knees. "Stick your tongue out." You do so, extending it as far as it will go. Kelly cannot contain it anymore, bursting out laughing at your expense. Your cheeks redden as she cracks up, the embarrassment only fueling your arousal. Why were you like this!

"Oh! Oh, that is too good!" She laughs, pulling out her phone. "I gotta get a picture of this!" You shudder at the idea of being photographed in this state, your mind racing to multiple scenarios. What if she posted it online? What if your parents saw it? Still, you had no option but to be still as she took the picture, giggling as she did.

She fiddles with the phone for a moment, perhaps sending the scandalous pic to some of her friends, before walking around you. "Alright, I've got to get over to Monica's for lunch and this is getting boring anyway. Just, go back to what you were doing or whatever."

"Of course, Mistress, thank you," you mumble, standing up and scurrying out before she can change your mind. You feel an almost whiplash-like feeling, going from the center of attention to barely an afterthought. How had she gotten bored of you so quickly? Especially after leaving you all hot and bothered.

Despite your distracted mental state, you made it back to the hallway you were supposed to be scrubbing. As you walk past the windows, your eyes widen. In the reflection, you notice your tits are still hanging out! Panicking, you quickly stuff them back into your uniform, thankful that nobody had seen you. Though, you suppose, it would not have been the worse thing...

Retrieving your bucket and brush, you get back to work scrubbing the floors. You work twice as hard as before, in an effort to make up lost time.