Tuesday, 24 January 2017

Cleaner Close #1 - Her BDSM Journey Begins

Are you Curious about BDSM?

It's OK to admit it, lots of us are, so include it in our fantasies.  Handing over the control of your pleasure to someone else is a huge, brave step, but it is also very liberating.  I am writing a fantasy series where my central character stumbles into this dark (but structured) world.

Many people have become curious about BDSM since the 'Fifty Shades' books and films hit the public domain.  Perhaps my Dark Darlings would like to follow the story too - this is where it all begins.

*BDSM = Bondage, Domination, Sadism & Masochism


Cleaner Close  #1



Josie crunched up the gravel drive, big droplets of rain still dripped from the trees, so she hunched into her jacket and kept her hands dug in her pockets.  The big house looked a little intimidating - as the Gravesons liked everything modern the windows were large and appeared black with no nets or drapes to soften them. All except for the top floor which had plantation shutters - always tilted closed.


She let herself in through a side door, which led straight to the boot room, where she hung her coat and kicked off her Uggs.  A coat hook held a zipped garment bag containing her uniform, and a fabric drawstring bag contained shoes - the ridiculously high patent shoes she was supposed to wear to clean this house.  

Josie had never met either of the Gravesons, she'd been recruited by an agency and, once hired, given the requisite keys and instructed to wear the black dress and frilled apron with sky-high heels to  carry out  her duties.  It always seemed rather foolish to her, but she supposed that they enjoyed living an ‘upstairs downstairs’ kind of life and every piece in the puzzle must fit the image.  She wriggled out of her leggings and comfortable sweatshirt and slipped the dress over her head.  It was made of a soft jersey fabric which clung to her slender frame and flared out at the skirt - at least it wasn’t like a cheap fancy-dress french maid affair, although the sweetheart neckline and the length of the skirt certainly hinted at sexy.  Josie pulled on black hold-up stockings - she hadn’t yet broken the shoes in and they would rub if she wore them without, then she put the apron over her head and tied it in a bow behind her back.  When she glimpsed herself in the hall mirror Josie admitted she looked quite neat and efficient - pulling back her hair she made a loose bun, She moved as fast as the shoes would allow to start work in the kitchen.


There were dirty plates and glasses on the side which she loaded into the dishwasher, before putting it onto a wash cycle.  Wearing rubber gloves, Josie set about cleaning the sink and work surfaces - everything being modern and minimal meant there was minimal clutter and items to gather dust - just a chic and complicated-looking coffee machine and a gleaming chrome toaster. The special wine fridge was stocked purely with Champagne and, if there was food in the fridge, it was usually luxury items like caviar and sushi - for snacking. Josie never saw anything that you would cook a meal from. She assumed the Gravesons ordered in, or ate out.


Josie hummed to herself moving round the living and dining room, dusting shelves and polishing mirrored surfaces and wood.  She was used to being alone in the silent house, both the Gravesons were at work, but she wondered why they needed her to come in mid-week as the house often looked untouched.  Their weekends were a bit wilder, they must entertain because on Mondays there were hordes of dirty glasses and plates and the guest beds needed to be stripped and made-up again.  The recycle bin would be brimming with bottles and every bathroom needed elbow grease to look pristine again. Josie wondered why sophisticated people behaved no better than toddlers when using the en-suites and wetrooms in this grand house.


Josie wobbled upstairs in the heels, her thighs swishing as silky stocking fabric rubbed together.  Near the top of the stairs was a narrow cupboard with a vacuum cleaner and more cleaning supplies - this floor was the only one with carpets.  As she bent over to retrieve the vac a draft on her buttocks reminded her how little coverage this outfit gave her, and she wished she had not worn a lacy thong that morning.  She teetered around with the stick vacuum cleaner, which was very useful for dusting in high places. She used it above doorways and picture frames with a little reaching.  Tugging her skirt back down she set to work dragging the cotton sheets off the master bed when suddenly she heard the doorbell ring.


With a huff she set off down the stairs, her journey made treacherous by the 4 inch heels, trying to maintain dignity as she opened the door - only to encounter a leering young guy delivering a large bunch of dark red roses.  He checked the address before handing over the exquisite flowers, but Josie could tell it was a delay tactic to ogle her long legs and cleavage in her maid’s outfit.  The cheek of it! She walked down the hall towards the kitchen, in search of a vase, her wiggling hips making the skirt swing and skim round her bottom.


Back upstairs, Josie stripped and re-made the master bed, next she cleaned three bathrooms but opening the door to the first guest room she startled and stopped.  There was a television on in this room, which was unusual.  There was no sound so Josie peered at the screen not recognising the programme - it must be a porn channel as a female knelt with head bowed and t hands tied behind her back.  Behind them stood someone wearing a black suit - 1 piece, from head to foot - which appeared to be made of shiny fabric - latex or pvc she supposed.  Guiltily Josie edged closer to the screen. She saw that the latex person was punishing the kneeling person with what looked like a hair brush without bristles.

Following each blow to her bottom, the kneeling person tried not to react or cry out, instead she counted - she was nearing 20 now.  When the punishment reached 20 blows she said clearly,

“Thank you Master,” and the paddle was held in front of her face to kiss.

Despite being incredibly shocked (Josie had not watched much porn before) she realised she was turned on, she felt the tell-tale warmth and wetness gathering between her legs.  She glanced at the unmade bed behind her before sitting on the edge, taking a rest from the killer heels.  Josie stared transfixed as the PVC ‘Master' went to a rack against the wall to select something small-ish and black which had a narrow point, then flared wider before reducing in width with a ‘foot’ at its other end. Master then used a pump bottle to squirt a clear substance on the pointed end of the little silicone device.

“Do you want your punishment to continue?”
Master’s voice was strange and distorted, Josie couldn’t tell if it was male or female, so perhaps there was some kind of device in the mouthpiece of the mask.

“Yes please Master, punish me as you see fit.  Your slave only wants to give you pleasure.”

Despite the shock Josie felt at this exchange, she also felt a twist of desire, it seemed so deliciously exciting to give full control to someone else.  Her tongue flicked out to moisten her lips but she couldn’t take her eyes off the action on the screen.  

The Master stood behind the slave and slapped her inner thighs quite hard, to indicate that she should part them more, which she did, keeping her head bowed.  The Master then proceeded to press the little black device against her puckered arsehole, and without much resistance it slipped in!

“Thank you Master,” came the obedient response.

Next the Master selected a gag - a strap with a ball set into it.  This was fastened round the slave’s head, with the ball holding her mouth open, so that she could no longer speak (to thank her punisher nor could she cry for mercy) so Master put the bottle of lube in her hand with instructions to drop it if she wanted things to stop.
Josie felt a tickle of fear for the slave girl, but she felt desire too, her pussy was becoming very heated and wet, she was very tempted to stroke herself, but she remembered she was at work and how inappropriate that would be.

Josie stood up, feeling flustered. Her heart beat fast, her nipples were hard and the tops of her thighs were very sticky with her juices.  In an attempt to carry on with her duties she moved clumsily round the bed (this time the shoes weren't to blame!) to strip off the bottom sheet - it was then she noticed a couple of strange things.  The sheet had several dried stains and the mattress was covered with a waterproof sheet, and there were webbing straps coming from each corner.  It seemed to her (perhaps because she had sex on the brain right now) as if somebody had recently been tied to this bed and had been made to cum quite profusely.  

With her mind racing, Josie turned back to the television screen, the slave was now wearing nipple clamps and Master was making smacks and swipes at her full breasts with a fancy whip which had trails of leather.  The slave endured several sharp blows followed by several long, teasing strokes, which had her squirming with apparent delight.  Josie could see the little black plug in her anus, and the more aroused the slave became the more clearly Josie could also see her labia, pink and swollen without a hint of pubic hair.  

Master selected another butt plug, seemingly the next size up, and added a swipe of lubricant to its tip.  Unceremoniously the first plug was extracted, the entrance seemed a little stretched now, then nestled and pushed the second in its place.  Next Master went to the rack of toys to select a vibrator (Josie knew what that was called, she had her own rabbit at home!)  This too was black, with a curve to it, its switch was flicked and it's buzzing activity began.  Master slowly trailed it over and around the slave’s breasts. She seemed to be moaning around her gag while straining her body to follow the vibrator. It trailed up her arm towards the sensitive spot beside her ear, then down her neck and the length of her spine.  Master drove it around her buttocks, following the curves and crevices. The slave bucked wildly when the tip of the vibe buzzed over and around the anal plug, until finally her Master ploughed it into her eager wet pussy, proceeding to ease it in and out.   

Josie groaned with frustration, it was so tantalising and delicious to watch that without thinking she parted her legs and sneaked a finger inside her slit.  OMG she was hot and soaking wet with juices - but how silky she felt. Her pussy lips were so swollen that the elastic of her thong was lost in there.  Pulling it to the side a little Josie plunged a second finger inside herself and began to rock her hips a little, making clenches with her cunt walls which spread the pleasurable waves through her.  

The black elastic was chafing her anus, and Josie was curious - did it really feel good to have something in both holes at once?  She had never tried it before, it sounded kind of dirty, but she was feeling very horny right now and wanted to try.  She slipped her fingers out of her pussy and dipped a finger from her other hand inside, then reached behind to make delicate, teasing touches to her puckered entrance - did she dare?  She slid her other 2 fingers back inside her pussy and curled them to stroke the ridges where her G-spot was.  

It was a struggle to reach, her palm was pressed up tight to her pussy and rubbing on her clit - wow didn’t that make things feel 10 times more sexy?!  Josie decided to ramp up the volume a little more - she pressed her finger against her anus, and slid it in!  She moved it a little - a tiny in and out pump and she was so glad she did!  How horny was this?  She could hardly breathe for how excited she had become, she could feel her stomach muscles tensing and she began to thrust like a rabbit with her hips - it was all so instinctive.  

Her nipples grew hard  against her bra, but she had no free hands to deal with them!  She just kept on plunging those greedy digits in and out of her cunt, and gently fingering her arsehole and letting her hips move, the thrusts were getting faster, her juices ran down her fingers and coated her hand Her breathing was becoming erratic and starbursts of sensation exploded throughout her body.  She felt her cunt clench and throb and she moaned with delight.  Josie could feel her bum hole pulsing, it was so good she felt as if her pussy was turning inside out, til she came in a head-exploding, writhing rush.  Her knees buckled and she fell back on the bed with her hands still buried between her legs.


Josie was just coming back to her senses after her intense orgasm, her pulse returning to normal, when she became aware of a presence in the room.  She looked up in confusion and saw the Master – whom she recognised from the porn she had been watching - standing in the doorway dressed in the menacing suit of PVC.

To be continued ...



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4 comments:

  1. Posy!!!! This is amazing! It's so sexy but such a good plot behind it all. Can't wait for part 2 and find out what the Master does to Josie....

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  2. Such a good idea for a series - so many ways you can sex it up - must read it all - let me know how many parts to it - I think u should put a separate link to it on your blog - make it easy for me - haha ;-) xx

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  3. This is very intriguing...it's amazing what we find that turns us on once we're exposed to it.

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  4. I think Josie's story is hot AF - I'm glad my image gave you the gate to share it elsewhere x <3

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