Story: Biometrics don't lie. Part 19.

by Melissa 

Part 19. Arrested. 

The morning after the incident with Mrs. Henderson, I woke up with a throbbing pain in my back. I winced as I sat up, the memory of the previous night's events flashing through my mind. I felt a sense of shame and confusion, but also a strange sense of excitement. 

I reluctantly peeled off the thin, scratchy blanket that barely covered me in the dank, cold room. The walls were a stark white, almost blinding in the harsh light that streamed in through the small, barred window. The room was sparsely furnished with a single, hard bed and a chest of drawers, which contained the only possessions I was allowed: the court-approved underwear and the traditional maid's uniform that was as much a symbol of my degradation as it was a tool for the backbreaking work I was forced to do. 

Gingerly, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood, the cold floor sending a shiver up my spine. The ache in my bottom was a constant reminder of my lowly status here at Elmwood Academy. The thought of the cold water was almost unbearable, but I knew hot water was a luxury I could not afford. As a maid, my comfort was never a priority. 

The chilly air nipped at my skin, making me shiver as I walked over to the washbasin, the cold porcelain a stark contrast to the warmth I craved. The icy water in the pitcher was a stark reminder of my place. As I raised it to my face, the frigid liquid hit my skin, making me gasp. I closed my eyes and let it run over my cheeks, hoping it would wash away the tears and the memories of the previous night's punishment. The water felt like a thousand tiny needles, but it was a sensation I had grown all too accustomed to. 

My reflection in the small, cracked mirror looked nothing like the Melissa Jones that once existed. My eyes were sunken, my cheeks flushed from the cold, and my hair was a mess of tangles. As I bent over the washbasin, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal from the memory of the day before. The way Sabrina had forced me into that kiss, her hand gripping the back of my neck, the feel of her soft, demanding lips on mine. It was wrong, and I knew it, but the heat of it had stayed with me, haunting my dreams and leaving me feeling both disgusted and excited.

Story: Sister to Maid

by Peter242 

I am Laura. I love, respect, and now happily obey, Hayley, my younger sister. Although, as the older sister, I had thought that I should be the one in charge when our parents unfortunately passed, it worked out differently.   

Hayley is twenty-eight, and I am thirty.   

We both have the title of, 'Lady,' given our birth into the titled family, and we both live at home on the family estate. Although our parents are, sadly, deceased, in our silver spoon financial position we have a full-time live-in maid, Emma, who is thirty-two. However, due to unforeseen circumstances, Emma at first had to take leave for three months. Since then, Emma has told us that she will be unable to return due to problems she has suddenly got.  

We got around that problem, though.  

We both have bedrooms about the same size, and both are en-suite. We buy expensive clothes and perfume, but I am actually quite happy with plainer clothes as I rarely go out as, for whatever reason, I don’t have many friends. Hayley does, and so goes out regularly.   

As Emma had looked after the house, and managed all of the grounds men, Hayley and I had plenty of free time. So, whilst Emma was gone for just three months, instead of employing another maid on a temporary basis, Hayley and I agreed to split all of the house duties. In fact, it was my idea, and Hayley agreed, what with me being the older sister. The house duties covered everything, such as shopping, cooking, washing the clothes, ironing, and the like, as well as cleaning.   

It quickly became clear that Hayley wasn’t happy with me telling her what to do. I knew that she was very competitive, and that became even clearer now. In fact, I could see that Hayley was trying to impose her superiority over me, when, during times when we weren’t doing our household chores, and would normally have just relaxed watching the TV, she insisted that we played games. 

 

Story: Biometrics don't lie. Part 18.

by Melissa

Part 18. The price of pleasure.

As I walked back to the maid's quarters, I couldn't stop thinking about that kiss. It had been wrong, so wrong, but there was something about the way Sabrina had taken control that had stirred something deep within me. I tried to shake it off, to focus on finding a way out of this situation, but the memory clung to me like a sticky web. I felt a strange heat pooling in my stomach, and my cheeks burned with a mix of anger and something else - something I didn't dare to name.

In the quiet solitude of my room, I couldn't escape the feeling that had taken root. The way Sabrina had touched me, the way she had made me submit, it was as if she had unlocked a part of me that I had never known existed. I tried to tell myself that it was just the stress, the fear, that was making me feel this way, but deep down, I knew it was more. There was a thrill in the submission, a dark allure that whispered to me, promising an escape from the harsh reality of my predicament.

I lay on my narrow bed, my body feeling both heavy and restless. My mind replayed the scene in the lobby over and over again. Each time, the kiss grew more intense, more demanding. I felt the softness of her lips, the warmth of her breath, and the way she had claimed me as her own. It was a strange mix of anger and arousal that surged through me, leaving me feeling both violated and... excited. I buried my face in my pillow, trying to muffle the soft moan that escaped my lips. My hand, seemingly of its own accord, began to drift down my body. My skin felt feverish and sensitive, the fabric of my maid's uniform too rough against my skin. I slipped my hand under the fabric of my panties, my heart racing as I touched myself. It was as if I was trying to erase the memory of Sabrina's fingers on me, to claim back some semblance of control. My fingertips brushed against my clit, and I gasped. It was swollen and sensitive, and I realized that I was wet, soaking wet, from the encounter.

I couldn't believe it. I hated the way Sabrina made me feel, the way she made me crave something that I didn't even understand. But as my fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles, I couldn't deny the response my body was having. It was as if she had flipped a switch inside me, one that I didn't even know existed. The anger and fear and humiliation all coalesced into something... else. Something that made me feel alive. My breath grew ragged as I touched myself, my imagination conjuring up images of Sabrina standing over me, watching me with that smug smile on her face. But instead of the fear and anger, there was a new emotion there - one of submission, of letting go. And it was terrifying. I didn't want to want this, didn't want to be the kind of person who found pleasure in being used and degraded. But as my orgasm grew closer, I couldn't help but embrace it. It was a release, a way to take back some of the power that she had stolen from me.

Story: Biometrics don't lie. Part 17.

by Melissa 

Part 17. Under Sabrina's thumb. 

The morning sunlight streamed in through the dusty window, casting long shadows across my cramped room of the maid's quarters. I groaned, rolling over to avoid the rays. I had been sleeping on a hard cot for two weeks, ever since I had been mistaken for a delinquent girl and forced to become a school maid at Elmwood Academy. My dreams of a posh private school had turned into a nightmare of endless chores and the strict supervision of Mrs. Henderson, the head maid. Despite my attempt to clarify the identity mistake with the Dean, Mrs. Cavendish, my situation remained unchanged. Mrs. Cavendish, with an air of unwavering resolve, insisted I maintain my duties as school maid while she investigated the matter further. This left me in a peculiar position, unsure of the future but committed to fulfilling my assigned tasks for the time being. 

Today was different from other days though. Mrs. Henderson was away for several hours, and Sabrina, another school maid who I had grown to loathe, was in charge. Sabrina was often cruel to me, taking pleasure in humiliating me. I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread as I climbed out of bed. 

As I made my way downstairs, I noticed that Sabrina was already waiting for me in the kitchen. The normally cheerful room was now tense and uncomfortable. "Good morning, Melissa," Sabrina said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I hope you're ready for another day of hard work." I forced a weak smile, not wanting to antagonize Sabrina further. 

I followed Sabrina through the hallways, past the empty classrooms and locked doors. Today, I was assigned to clean the science lab. My heart sank as I remembered the last time I had been in there. I had accidentally broken a beaker, and Mrs. Henderson had scolded me severely. 

While I wouldn't normally be allowed in, Sabrina used her fingerprint to grant me access to the lab. I felt a shiver of anxiety run down my spine. "Now, Melissa," Sabrina said, her voice low and threatening, "I want you to clean this place spotless. And if I see even the tiniest speck of dust, you'll be sorry." With that, she turned and walked away, leaving me alone with my thoughts. 

I took a deep breath and began to survey the lab. It was a mess. Beakers and test tubes were scattered across the counters, and the floor was covered in a layer of grime. I grabbed a mop and bucket and started to clean, methodically scrubbing the tiles until they shone. As I worked, I couldn't help but wonder when Mrs. Henderson would return. I didn't trust Sabrina to be in charge for very long.