A Sissy Maid for Mistress Lash

By Kelly Burke

Dennis Richmond works with computers. He visits Penelope Lash to repair her PC, and sex follows. Until Penelope's brutal, depraved husband arrives. Disguised as an undermaid to avoid a beating, Penelope and senior maid Amanda set about to humiliate and punish him. No task is too menial, no punishment is too harsh. The husband, Lionel is merciless. His new life seems to have no end.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hades Publishing
• Release date: Jun 7, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476135687

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A SISSY MAID FOR MISTRESS LASH

By Kelly Burke

Copyright © 2012 Kelly Burke

Published by Hades Publishing

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Chapter One

If there was anything more boring than the life of a computer support technician, Dennis Richmond found it hard to think of what that could be. He finished with the call, logged in the fault details, and clicked on the button that made his workstation available to take the next client. It came in almost immediately, a warm, sexy female voice that sent a tingle up his spine.

Is that IT support? I'm in a lot of trouble here, and I need some help.

He had to pull himself together and answer in a professional way, the voice had that kind of an effect on him.

Yes, Ma'am, this is Dennis speaking, how may I help you?

You sound like a very nice young man, Dennis. My computer has given up completely. When I press the button to switch it on, nothing happens.

Have you checked that the cable is plugged in, Mrs.?

Lash. Mistress Penelope Lash. Yes, I checked that everything is plugged in and switched on.

In that case, it sounds like you have a hardware problem, and it is not something we can resolve over the telephone. Can you bring the computer into the shop, and I will take a look at it?

She hesitated for a moment, and then that treacly purr came at him again.

I was wondering if you would call round and take a look at it. Dennis, that's a lovely name. I'll bet you have all of the girls chasing you with such a wonderful voice and attractive name.

He knew he was being massaged, but so what? He enjoyed it; he could even feel himself becoming aroused. Again, he forced himself to concentrate on the present.

Ma'am, I'm sorry, but company policy doesn't allow for computer support personnel to make house calls.

It’s Mistress, not Ma’am. Do you like girls, women, Dennis?

He wasn't sure if he'd heard correctly. Excuse me?

You know what I said, Dennis. I'm desperate to meet you. I want you to come here and see me.

But, I'm not sure that...

I want you to come round this evening, straight after work, Dennis. You’ll make sure you do that for Mistress Lash, won't you?

His jaw dropped, and he was glad the customer couldn't see him, as he must have looked like a total moron; sat there with his mouth wide open.

Mistress Lash? What the hell does that mean?

And yet, he knew exactly what it meant. The woman with the sexy voice was making an effort to dominate him. And he knew that she wouldn't have to try too hard. If there was one thing that turned him on more than a pretty female face, it was a pretty female face with an iron will behind it. Somebody who would make him do their bidding. Oh, God, he was almost fully erect. He could feel the hard lump inside his pants. It was as if he was in some kind of trance, and he heard someone speak into the phone.

Yes, Mistress Lash, what time would you like me to call?

You come around straight after work. Would that be about 5.30?

Yes, Ma'am. Would you let me have the address?

It's Mistress Lash, Dennis, don’t forget. Make sure you get it right, not Ma'am.

Yes, Mistress Lash. Sorry. What's the address?

He wrote down the address and ended the call. He came out of the trance that had gripped him almost since the woman, Mistress Lash, had called.

Did I really agree to go around and check out her computer after work? Am I prepared to sit through and carry out her bidding?

He knew that he would. Already, the blood was surging through his system, and he felt more alive and aroused than he could ever remember. He wondered what she looked like. Was she young, old, pretty? He’d soon find out, but one thing he knew for sure, she was a very dominating woman. And for him, that was enough. He checked his watch. There were two hours left to go before he finished his shift and called around to carry out the wishes of the exotic Mistress Lash. All of a sudden the life of a computer support technician had changed, and changed for the better. Hadn't it?

At last his shift finished, and just after five o'clock, he was driving out of the company car park in his Honda Compact. It wasn't much of a car; fifteen years old, and he knew that when he was seen driving it, he looked exactly what he was. A computer nerd. The problem was the money he earned. It just about paid enough for him to cover his rent and bills. There was not much left over for food, so he kept the car on the road. At least the fuel consumption was pretty good, which these days was something of a plus point. He found the address that Penelope Lash had given him, Mistress Lash he corrected himself, remembering that he was here to do her bidding. He parked at the side of the house, climbed out and knocked at the front door. The door opened and a woman stood there. His spirits plummeted. She didn't look anything like what he had imagined. She was wearing a traditional domestic maid’s uniform, a black dress, white apron and white frilly hat.

May I help you?

Mistress Lash? I've come to repair your computer. My name is Dennis Richmond.

She smiled. Oh, no, Mistress Lash is the Mistress of the house. I'm the first maid, Amanda Wentworth. Please, come into the hallway, and I will inform the Mistress that you are here.

He followed her into the sumptuously furnished hallway, with Persian rugs on the hardwood floor, and what looked to him like expensive and original paintings on the walls, and small objets d'art artfully displayed on antique tables. He stood waiting for ten minutes and was beginning to wonder if he'd made a mistake, when he heard the sound of footsteps coming towards him. A woman came through the door into the hallway and stood in front of him. He almost fainted; it could only be Penelope Lash. She wore high heel patented black leather shoes and a tight, severe dress in rich red satin that clung to her ample curves, accentuated a trim waist. Her face was made up to perfection. He found himself staring at that beautiful face, the full red lips, huge black eyes and the glimpse of white teeth set in a small smile.

Are you Dennis?

There was no politeness, no warmth, even the sexy purr seemed to almost have disappeared. Her voice was harsh and commanding. Just the way he liked it. He felt himself becoming highly aroused once more and hoped that the erection he knew was growing in his pants wasn't showing too much.

Yes, Mistress Lash, I'm Dennis Richmond. How may I help you?

She smiled then, although he wasn't quite sure what he'd said that was so funny.

You want to help me, Dennis, don't you?

Yes, Mistress Lash, of course I do.

Why the hell did I say that? I’m here to fix a computer, not get tied into knots by this fascinating and authoritarian woman.

In that case, follow me.

She turned and started up the staircase to the next floor, and he followed along behind her, fascinated by the tap, tap of her stiletto heels as she strode along the landing. She turned into a room, and he followed her, gulping when he saw that it was no office. It was a bedroom, warm and expensively furnished in cream and pink silk drapes, with a huge bed