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.