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The Maid’s Debt - Chapter Four

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Cindy could not sleep. She twisted and turned in her bed, in frustration and lust-fueled fear. Cindy could not sleep. She twisted and turned in her bed, in frustration and lust-fueled fear.

She waited for the door to open, for Mr. or Mrs. Ramirez to walk up to her bed, pull the covers, and see her with her hand between her legs.

She waited.

But they never came.

She checked her phone and found that it was almost five in the morning.

She closed her eyes, but inside her mind, Cindy envisioned a girl wearing nothing except for a latex hood. She was tied and bent over by the waist. Her legs were spread, and she kept whimpering, moaning and strands of drool dripping from her gagged mouth.

She went past the threshold, her feet creaking on the wooden floor, “Elizabeth?” She said, almost in a whisper.

The girl’s nipples were erect. She approached, she could smell the lust and desire, almost taste it.

With one hand, she reached for the hood and pulled it slowly.

It wasn’t Elizabeth. It was her own face ecstatic with pleasure.

She felt a latex clad-hand slide down her chest from behind, a sexy voice whispered hot air into her ear, “So nice of you to join us, Cindy.”

“Cindy?” Came the voice with a soft knock.

Cindy opened her eyes and groaned. Her fingers were coated in her juices, she cleaned her hand on the bedsheets and fixed her panties before finding her pants.

“Just a sec!” She said as she threw the covers over the vibrator, “Come in.” Cindy said trying to act as if she was making the bed.

Elizabeth walked in, under the long maid outfit, Cindy could tell she was wearing a new latex outfit, a white one, judging from the visible gloves covering Elizabeth’s hands.

She made a curtesy and smiled, “Good morning, Cindy.”

Elizabeth’s smile unnerved Cindy.

“Good morning,” Cindy replied and tried not to stare at the maid.

Elizabeth took another step inside the room, Cindy took a step back, “You don’t need to do that,” She said and helped Cindy make the bed.

“Also,” Elizabeth bent down, “you forgot to unplug it,” and pulled the vibrator wand from under the bed by the cord. She giggled.

Cindy laughed too, nervously.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell the Masters about last night,” Elizabeth made sure the bed didn’t have any wrinkles and then looked directly into Cindy’s eyes, there was a fiery lust burning in Elizabeth, “That is, if that’s what you want.”

Cindy’s mouth was agape. Then Elizabeth winked and turned around to leave.

“Yes, thank you,” Cindy mumbled, “I mean, no, please don’t tell them. I really appreciate it.”

Elizabeth looked over her shoulder, “Don’t mention it.” And walked forward, the distinctive sound of her heels clicking on the floor, she stopped under the door, “The breakfast will be ready soon, the shower here can be a bit tricky to handle, old pipes and all, it can be too hot or a bit cold for this weather, tell me if you have any problems.”

Her hips swayed as she moved down the corridor. Cindy stared at the coming and going, she could picture the maid without her uniform, wearing that white latex outfit…

“Or if you prefer, you can use the one in my room. I just came out of the shower and the water is quite hot over there.”

The maid walked down the stairs and Cindy felt like she could breathe again.

“These people are nymphomaniacs,” She muttered to herself and slid to the floor, “Perverts.”

And a thought kept going inside her head.

“Why then haven’t I quit?”

The house was quiet, except for the sounds of Elizabeth’s cooking downstairs. Taking a towel and clean clothes with her, she rushed into the bathroom next door and tested the water.

The pipes creaked and vibrated, only for a trickling drop of water to come out from the shower head.

A second later a freezing-cold gush of water fell on Cindy’s face. She rushed to close it and dried herself.

“That won’t do.” She said shaking, covered only with a towel.

She peered over the corridor. Elizabeth was occupied cooking. The door of the Ramirez’s room was still closed shut.

Cindy tiptoed all the way to Elizabeth’s room, and steeling herself she opened the door.

She expected to see chains and bondage furniture throughout the room. But during the day, it was quite different.

“Did I dream all of that?” Cindy said to herself closing the door behind her.

Then she saw the discarded latex suit, extended on the bathroom door.

“I guess I didn’t.” She said and rushed to the shower.

Elizabeth didn’t lie, the water was warm and relaxing, and it was easy to forget all her worries. She stretched and felt the water warm her body and soul, the water droplets sliding off her body like caresses over her skin.

It was almost painful to get out of the shower. Like the moment she stepped out, her exhaustion and sexual frustration dragged.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Cindy noted the dark circles under her eyes, and her untrimmed bush, but most of all, she noted her erect nipples.

She was cold, but despite the lack of sleep, she felt sexy.

Next to the mirror, Cindy found something very interesting.

The latex hood Elizabeth wore last night. The gag was next to it, and then, there was the lipstick.

Cindy touched the shiny and smooth mask. It felt cool to the touch and her fingers glided over it. Then she reached for the gag, getting a feel of it. A single finger subconsciously went and touched her lips.

“I wonder what it feels like.” She said to her reflection.

Finally, she grabbed the vibrant red lipstick…

After getting dressed, Cindy rushed out of the room. She found the Ramirez having breakfast together, Elizabeth served her a plate as soon as she sat down. Pancakes, buttermilk pancakes that smelled delicious and looked even better. Whipped cream, jam, and fruits. She even handed her a delicious freshly made cappuccino.

“Now that the storm has subsided, I’m going to go back into town today, go to the office, get some documents to work from home, provisions, we never know what’s going to happen with this storms. Do you need anything?” Mrs. Ramirez said to her husband.

“I don’t think so, Elizabeth?” Mr. Ramirez looked up and handed her his empty plate.

“I’ll make a list, Mistress.” She bowed and stepped away.

“Also,” Mr. Ramirez touched his wife’s finger before she left the table, “Would you mind giving Cindy a ride back to town?”

Cindy almost choked on the fluffiest pancake she ever tasted and gulped down coffee to pass it down and be able to speak, “You don’t have to worry about me, Mr. Ramirez.” She coughed, “I can still work.”

He shook his head, “My wife is right, these storms are unpredictable, I would rather know you are safe home, if you want, you can do some remote working. You would not be able to take sensitive information but you could keep working on the data dump.”

Was this her punishment? She barely learned anything and if she stayed, maybe he would trust her with that secret project, it would be a step up in her career.

Her eyes darted across the room, everyone was frozen in place. Then she met Elizabeth’s eyes. She was smiling and she nodded.

“I would rather work from here, you said that I could spend the night if you needed me to work? Being under your tutelage I can learn more and you can supervise me.”

He looked at her wife’s face. She shrugged her shoulders.

“I wouldn’t want you to feel like you’re trapped here with us. Besides you don’t have another change of clothes don’t you?”

“She can wear some of mine,” Elizabeth said raising a hand, “Master.”

Mr. Ramirez raised an eyebrow.

“If she is okay with it.” The maid added.

The married couple looked at Cindy.

“Yes, of course, that’s fine by me.” She said, sipping her coffee as if it was a shield.

“If that’s what you wish,” Mrs. Ramirez said, Cindy could not read her expression, “I don’t see why not.”

Mr. Ramirez massaged the back of his neck, “Very well then, is there anything you need that my wife can get? Take into account, that it could take days or weeks until we can drive you back.”

“Can’t think of anything right now,” Cindy said she wasn’t sure this was the right answer, but something inside her was telling her she needed to stay. That if she left, she would miss something, and lose an opportunity, “I will tell you if anything comes to mind.”

Mrs. Ramirez grabbed her bag and the car keys, “Very well, tell my husband and he will text me.” She leaned down to kiss her husband and before she left she met Elizabeth who she kissed as well. It was even more tender than with her husband, touching the side of her face.

Cindy saw Elizabeth clench her fists, she blushed, and when they were done she avoided looking at Cindy, rushing back to her tasks.

Mrs. Ramirez smiled, “If she is going to be staying a few days, there is no point in hiding it.”

Mr. Ramirez shrugged it off and pulled out his phone.

Cindy looked at her coffee, she felt flustered, but she also felt nervous. Did she notice her last night?

“See you tonight, Cindy.” Mrs. Ramirez said and left.

Cindy’s mouth felt dry. Her heart was beating fast, did she make a mistake? Why did she choose to stay? How is staying after last night a good idea?

Last night…

She wanted to know more, that’s why.

Mr. Ramirez placed his mug on the table, “Well, time to get to work.”

The thread holding her thoughts snapped, and just like that he had her full attention.

“Yes of course,” She said taking a gulp of her coffee and attempting to get up.

“Don’t worry, finish your meal, when you are done you can join me upstairs.”

Cindy nodded, she had a mouthful of pancakes in her mouth and sat back down.

As he left, Elizabeth rushed to clean his spot at the table. “I like your lipstick,” She whispered and winked, “I’d like to try it sometime.”

Before Cindy could say another word, the young maid was already by the kitchen sink washing the dishes and humming a familiar song.

For the rest of her meal, Cindy focused on the maid, her motions, and her nonchalant attitude. She seemed to enjoy this life.

And an idea began to float in her mind. Maybe I would like this too.

She sipped the last of her coffee, practically licking the plate clean, “that was delicious, thank you.” Cindy said and picked up her plate.

“You’re welcome. Don’t worry I will pick it up.” Elizabeth dried her hands and approached Cindy, “I can give you some cooking tips if you want.”

“I’d love that,” Cindy said, “But I will take you on the offer of the dishes. Mas- Mister Ramirez wants me upstairs.”

Elizabeth giggled, “Don’t worry about it, it’s my job, you should do yours.”

Cindy left Elizabeth to work and walked upstairs. Memories of the previous night flooded her mind with every step she took over the stairs.

The spanking, the lust, the sex. The desire.

She clenched the neck of her blouse. Unsure of how she felt, except that it was intense.

She knocked on the door of his studio.

“Come in,” Came Mr. Ramirez's voice from the other side. He sounded different, his voice was deeper and commanding, or maybe it was always like that. Maybe she just didn’t notice it before.

Taking a second to breathe and compose herself she opened the door, “Ready to work, sir!” She said in the chirpiest voice possible.

Immediately she regretted the last part.

He lowered the screen of his computer and sighed, “Is there anything wrong, Cindy?”

“No, nothing, sir.” She went and did it again. Her face tightened in a grimace and rushed to her spot, opening her laptop and hiding behind it.

Mr. Ramirez pushed himself away from the desk and got up, “Cindy, do you remember the rules?”

Cindy gulped, “I- I do, yes.”

He approached slowly and pushed the laptop’s screen down.

Cindy could see his expression. It wasn’t anger. It was worse, disappointment.

“I told you, anything outside the studio stays outside this office, if you are worried about staying over, I’m afraid that ship has sailed.”

She blinked several times.

“No, it’s not that. Not completely at least.”

He was pensive, paying attention to her. His eyes were so deep and focused. Like he could see past her.

“I can’t have you making mistakes because of something external, come, let’s take a break and figure this out.”

He tapped on the desk and turned around, he made some space by the window, removing books and documents. He fixed some cushions and made a comfortable space.

“Come, sit.” He said and sat on his chair.

Cindy followed along, uncertain of what was going to happen.

“This used to be a place where I would treat patients. Before I focused on the applications of my research.”

She sat down, still tense.

He smiled, “try to relax, get comfortable.”

Cindy wiggled in place, but try as she might, she could not unstiffen herself.

“It’s okay, I’m going to help you out with a relaxation technique. You might fall under, like when using hypnosis. Is that okay with you?”

She shuddered but nodded. What the hell, might as well try.

“Very well, breath with me, slowly.” He motioned and said, “Close your eyes,

His voice was soft and deep.

She followed his voice attentively.

“I’m going to grab your hands, is that okay with you?”

Cindy nodded.

His thumbs touched her palms, her hands rested on his fingers.

“Try to let all the tension melt from your body,” He pressed the mounds on her palm, massaging them in circles.

“Focus on my voice, relax your back, the tension sliding from your shoulders, down your arms. Let it drip like melted wax. Slowly, relax.”

“Breathe in,” She inhaled.

“Breath out,” She exhaled.

“Your body grows limp with each exhalation,” Cindy felt her body relax, getting lost in his voice.

It was a pleasant feeling.

“Breath in,” He said.

“Breath out,” And she obeyed, her body growing more and more relaxed.

His voice grew distant with each breath.

She tried to follow it, but it was nothing but a mere echo inside her head.

Then she fell herself fall forward.

It was comfortable, like a hug. Like cuddling.

There was his voice, resonating, vibrating all around her. She breathed out.

And she fell deeper.

Nothing else mattered but listening to his voice.

Why was are you nervous?

Because I saw them last night.

What did you see?

I don’t know.

Relax, breathe, you’re safe.

She felt herself fall deeper, She could see them again. He was using her, Elizabeth, and she was enraptured in the pleasure. Lost in lust.

And what did you do?

I watched.

Did you like what you saw?

I did.

Is that why you are feeling like this? Nervous?

Yes. No. Maybe.

Did you break the rules?

Yes, no? I dunno.

Do you want to be punished?

I dunno.

Would you like to know how it feels?

I dunno.

Are you curious?

Yes.

Is that why you wanted to stay?

Yes.

Curiosity is not a reason to be punished. Follow that curiosity. You might find something out.

Yes.

And next time, come to the office, relax, and you can come back to this place in your mind. You won’t remember, but you can talk and be open about yourself, about how you feel.

Do you understand?

Yes.

There was a moment of silence inside her mind. Around her. The echo. The voice spoke.

Good girl.

And Cindy felt a pleasant shiver go through her.

Did you enjoy that?

Yes.

Yes I did.

Would you like to feel that every time someone says that?

Yes.

Then, you will enjoy that, you will remember that feeling, and thank whoever praises you for being a good girl.

Something like a purr, a moan, escaped her lips.

Thank you. sir.

Do you want to keep referring to Mr. Ramirez as Sir?

Yes.

Good girl, Cindy, And now, slowly come back. Breathing in brings you closer, makes you feel good, and a bit more awake.

You can follow my voice.

Growing closer.

“More present.”

“More real,”

“And you can wake up, more relaxed, And ready to get back to your daily life, to reality.

“Breathe in,”

“Breath out,”

“Breathe in,” He said, “Become more aware of your surroundings.

“Breathe out,” He said, his voice was soft and almost a whisper.

She felt his touch on the back of her neck.

“And when you are ready, open your eyes, and get up,”

Cindy breathed in and opened her eyes.

Her forehead was on the shoulder of her boss.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

Slowly she pulled back and sat comfortably on the cushion. It was a weird experience, and she didn’t remember most of it.

But she didn’t feel anything wrong, if anything she felt better than ever. Like she had slept for hours.

“Yes, I’m okay, much better, thank you,” Cindy said pulling back and stretching her body.

“You’re welcome. Are you ready to get back to work?” Mr. Ramirez said getting up.

“Yes, sir!” She said with excitement, there was nothing weird about it. He was her boss after all.

“Good girl, let’s get to work.”

Cindy felt her body shiver with pleasure and delight. It felt amazing to be praised by her boss.

She was ready to tackle the days ahead.

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The Maid’s Debt

Cindy was twenty-three when she began working for the Ramirez. She was fresh out of college and was out of options when finding a job to begin paying her debt. She was a journalism major but no one was hiring.

There was an internship program for a master's degree, but she also needed the money, when she presented herself for the interview Mr. Ramirez saw her fidget in her seat.

"Are you okay?" He asked over his glasses, he was sitting in a cushioned chair, across from Cindy from behind an ornate wooden desk.

Mr Ramirez kept a private practice as a psychoanalyst and researcher, using his expertise to write articles that give a deeper understanding of the human mind now. Cindy admired his work and intelligence, but she had bills to pay.

"Yes...I... I would love to work with you Doctor, but... I am not sure I would be able to, this place is quite far from my place and the fares alone would put a dent on my finances, besides the rent and..." And my college debt, Cindy thought to herself.

She could get a great scholarship for her masters degree working with Dr. Ramirez. But she had to be realistic. There was no way this was affordable.

Dr. Ramirez clicked his pen, his eyes were fixed on her, analyzing her. Cindy was dressed very professionally, a white blouse under a blue business suit that she wore to all her job interviews.

He nodded and closed his eyes.

"I see..." He got up from the chair and walked to the window that looked over his garage. He clicked his tongue.

"Cindy, May I call you Cindy?" He said looking at her from the window.

"Yes, of course, Doctor."

"You can call me Ray, everyone that works with me does." He said. "I have a proposition for you, I hope you don't find it too indecent."

Cindy began blushing, no, not this. She thought to herself.

"You were the best candidate so far. I am impressed with your articles and you have a deep understanding on the motives and desires of the people you interview and the ones you write about."

Cindy kept her eyes to the ground.

"The research I am working on is very demanding, sometimes you would have to stay late on the night, and I really can't afford to be changing assistants every other day."

Cindy dared to look up.

"What I mean to say, if it isn't too personal. I would like to offer you- to give you a ride back to your place when the work of the day is done. Or if you rather you could always stay the night at the guest room whenever you chose."

Cindy was confused, she thought he was going to ask for something more... intimate.

"Or, if you would like, I could pay for your transportation fees. I would just need the receipts, of course."

Cindy felt a surge of hope and joy fill her body, she almost jumped and tripped on her chair.

"No, that- That would be amazing. Thank you sir, I mean Doctor." Cindy said. He raised an inquisiive brow.

"Does that mean you will be working with us?" He asked sitting back in his leather chair behind the desk.

"Yes, yes, thank you. When can I start."

Dr. Ramirez looked at his watch and over the window.

"Let's begin tomorrow morning. My wife will be home any minute now. Can you be here around 9 am?"

"Yes Of course. I won't dissapoint you."

"Excelent. Do you need a ride back to your apartment?"

"That won't be necessary, I wouldn't want to impose."

“Nonsense. I insist. Let me call you a car.” He took out his phone and called an old fashioned cab. After he hung up he turned to her, “The car will be here in a few minutes, in the meantime would you like me to show you around?”

Cindy nodded, and said “Thanks.” As she followed Ray.

“This is an old house, it is cold in the winter and the heater is not as reliable as it used to be, so you might want to wear something warmer when you work around here.”

He showed her the kitchen, the bathroom, the living room and dinning room. While the outside of the house was very gothic, the inside felt warm and light.

Although, from time to time the lights flickered.

“The installation is as old as the house, sometimes the lights go out. Do you have a reliable laptop?” He led her towards the exit.

“Yes,” Cindy said. “I can bring it and work alongside.”

“Good, we wouldn’t want to lose the progress we make because of a power outage.”

Two cars arrived almost at the same time as Ray opened the door.

“That would be my wife and your ride.” He said and walked Cindy down the to the driveway, “Let me introduce you before you leave.”

Cindy walked behind her new boss. The lady of the house came out of a black BMW, her heels clacking on the pavement. Her clothes were tight and stylish and she felt a weird pang of jealousy as she hugged her husband lovingly and gave him a deep passionate kiss as if Cindy wasn’t standing right in front of them.

The young woman made an uncomfortable coughing sound to call attention.

“My love, this is Cindy my new assistant.” The doctor said, “Cindy, this is my wife. Alexandra.”

“A pleasure,” the woman leaned in extending her hand but at the same time she kissed the air close to her cheek. Her white suit contrasted with her beautiful brown skin.

But there was something that called her attention.

Under Alexandra’s white cravat, she was wearing a black choker with a silver ring.

Cindy returned the gesture, “The pleasure is all mine.” She said.

The sound of a claxon coming from the driveway interrupted Cindy’s thoughts.

Ray patted her shoulder and led her to the car waiting for her, “I think it’s getting late, we will continue introductions tomorrow morning. Until then have a a good night.”

As Cindy looked back to the house and tried to say goodbye to her new boss she saw something she was sure she wasn’t meant to see.

Ray, her new boss became immediately oblivious to her presence and slid his hand under the pants of his wife to grab her ass. The young woman gulped as she stared and followed the motion of Ms. Ramirez embracing her husband’s intimate touch.

Alexandra pushed her body against her husband and kissed him. The driver turned on the car, and Cindy kept her eyes on the couple, the small vouyeristic moment giving her an edge of guilt and hunger.

Then she noticed Alexandra’s eyes and hand, she was waving Cindy goodbye as the car drove away, a smile glinting in her eyes.

Cindy sat down and closed her legs tightly, she felt shame and guilt and-

Arousal.

Was she smiling at her, or because of her husband kiss, or maybe it was because she Cindy saw them kiss.

Cindy wanted to die of embarrassment.

But even so, she could not deny how hot it was.

That night as she tried to sleep, Cindy kept thinking back to that moment. Over her PJ’s her hand wandered over and over between her legs, that smirk on Alexandra’s lips.

“Fuck,” She whimpered and turned on her bed, “what’s wrong with me? That’s my new boss’s wife.”

Throwing a pillow over her head she drifted to a light sleep all night.

By the time the alarm woke her up, Cindy found that there was a pillow between her legs. Both the pajamas and the pillow were wet.

“Fuck” she said groggily and climbed off bed, showering with cold water as she unsuccessfully tried to calm down.

Her mind kept wandering back to Alexandra. And her mind kept wandering back between her legs. Cold water running over her body. Her pussy dripping.

Her fingers ran between her pussy lips, coating them as she pushed her breasts on the wall.

“Alexandra” She whispered as the water ran.

Cindy’s fingers rubbed her clit. She was so close.

She rubbed faster, harder, thinking of her lips, her smile. Fuck, she wanted her.

So close.

So close, Cindy’s hand rubbed her clit, her nipples hard against the cold wall, she was almost drooling as she screamed the name of a woman she just met.

Then another alarm rang.

So close. Cindy groaned and stopped, turning off the water. Frustrated and horny she dressed as quickly as she could to get to Mr. Ramirez office on time.

It was going to be an awkward first day at her new job.

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(Part 2)

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