In Her Service Book 2

By Maid Dee

A continuation of book 1.
He was looking to serve, he got so much more.......

• Language: English
• Publisher: Maid Dee
• Release date: Aug 3, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310033971

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In Her Service Book 2

David Baltus

Copyright 2010 by David Baltus

Smashwords Edition

In Her Service – Book Two

By

Maid Dee

Copyright 2012 by Maid Dee and Dee’s Publications

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Published by Dee’s Publications

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Continued from In Her Service by Maid Dee available on Amazon

Chapter One

He could feel his surroundings press in on him as the earpiece went silent. He struggled to move, but his efforts just seemed to make the material settle in around him, making it even more difficult to move. Meanwhile, outside she sits on the lid of the box and feels it settle beneath her with a smile. Securing the latches, she then pulls the length of breathing tube that remains outside the box.

Patting the top of the box with a gloved hand she says aloud but to herself, Boy, are you going to be a lot of fun. She then gets up and walks away.

Inside the box he is suppressing the urge to panic. He can see nothing and can hear nothing but the sound of his breath. Again he tries to move and this time it seems as if he doesn’t move at all, instead futilely pressing against the material that surrounds him. He tries to think but finds it difficult to focus on any single thought.

Did she really say that she would check in on me in a few days? She can’t be serious!

Left alone with his thoughts he begins to think about and try to understand just how he got here. This was much more than he expected. But then what did he expect? He had agreed to serve and gave her free rein with few limits and she had taken it fair and square. But this was just way too much. Five years? Nine years? She has to be jerking my chain about that. He may have convinced himself temporarily that this was the case, but as time passed and his breath seemed to grow louder in his years, his conviction crumbled. He wanted out of there now, and he meant right now. He began to struggle with all his might but still couldn’t move at all. Even though the mouth gagged pressed his tongue down and turned his words to gibberish, he began to yell into the breathing tube as loudly as he could.

At first he started with Mistress? Mistress, please? Then progressed to yelling, Get me out of here, please somebody! these then turned to Please, I can’t breathe. Or I think I’m suffocating.

She would stop by on a regular basis and listen to his protests, knowing that everything was okay but checking anyway. This continued on for hours until his voice grew hoarse at which point he rested. He seemed to drift in and out of sleep and consciousness as he tried to rest. Because of this he lost all perspective on time, and how long he’d been there.

She hadn’t heard from him in about a half hour, so the next time she went to check on him she grabbed the breathing tube and shook it until she got a response. She then poured a splash of water into the tube. Feeling the tug on the tube then the water in his mouth startled him awake. Unsure where he was for a brief moment, he was quickly reminded by the darkness and the confinement. His feet ached from the shoes and his ribs from the corset even worse. His jaw was sore not only from the gag but from the posture collar biting beneath his chin. The water was a relief, and he realized that she must be right there. He struggled to speak as clear as he could through the gag.

Please... This is too much. Please...

He struggled to remember her name, then realized he didn’t even know it. Every time they had talked he simply called her ma’am, as she had requested.

I can’t do this; I mean it’s just too much. Please...

He waited for a response but there was none.

Ma’am? Can you hear me?

And still no response. He tried and tried again but was met with only silence. He wasn’t even sure if she could understand him through the gag, but she must be able to at least hear him. He became more and more concerned and struggled to suppress it. Time passed and again he felt the water splash into his mouth.

He immediately called out, Ma’am... Please ma’am, you must hear me. I don’t want this anymore, I want out. Okay?

Again there is no response and it seemed as if the material around him was pressing in on him further, and his breath grew quicker and louder in his head. Panic gripped him and he started shouting to her again, regardless of whether or not she could hear or understand him.

As she sat on top of the box she could hear his voice on the headset. Coming from the microphone against his throat inside the hood, she could make out what he was saying quite easily. She could hear the fear in his voice and as he continued to plead it slowly drifted towards anger. She continued to splash water into the tube each time he became silent and this went on for about nine hours. Near the end of this time he had actually began shouting obscenities and insults. During this time she had the headset set to record whenever there was an incoming sound. This recording she begins to play back to him. In the box he is at his wits end when he hears the speaker in his ear crackle to life. First there is silence, then he hears a voice muffled and distant. Slowly he realizes the voice is his. He can hear himself picking and pleading. Then asking and begging. Then he heard his voice turn angry and starts to think that he really shouldn’t have said some of what he said.

This is driven home by her voice chiming in noting that, You’re going to be very sorry for some of this, bitch.

When he thought he was finally done listening to the recording it started back again from the beginning, and it did this again and again for what seemed like forever but was actually three hours. After twelve hours, he’s scared and distraught and trying with little success to stay calm.

Then he hears her voice chiming in again, I’m about to get you out of there now, so you need to calm down. I must say I’m more than a bit disappointed in you. Such language and disrespect. So much so that I’m probably going to put off taking ownership of the club, or possibly find another candidate, I’m just not sure right now. That saves you from having to make a decision about your work and service commitment. Because if you’re not working for me at the club, that means you’re going to be my formal maidservant. I personally thought that working at the club would have been easier on you, but I also thought you had a bit more self control. I’m beginning to think that you may have misrepresented your abilities and self-discipline, but I’m starting to get a good idea of where you’re at. I’m sure that once we get your formal training completed you won’t have such problems. Although there is bound to be some rough spots along the way, I’m sure I can push you through them.

He felt the material that had encased him give slightly, then felt her cutting whenever it was he had been wrapped up in. Then he felt her hand around his wrist as she helped him up. She continued to speak as she helped him step out of the box. He struggled to keep his balance once out of the box and was almost grateful when she guided him to his knees. Even though once there she had clipped his wrist cuffs together behind his back, he barely noticed.

She continued. I do believe I’m getting a much better picture of where you are and what you need. I have my doubts that you’ve ever actually served as a true maid, or been truly controlled for that matter. Based on that, I’m going to forgive these most recent transgressions. However, I also believe that you have had a fair amount of casual experience and have tried and know what’s involved in the lifestyle. You also knew just exactly what our agreement might require, and what chances you would be taking. You emphasized being held captive, a lack of control, having no choice, and you also knew that the reality of the situation wouldn’t match the fantasy. Make no mistake, this is happening to you, but you really need to be formally trained and taught to accept your position. Once that’s accomplished I’m sure you will be less prone to outbursts like the ones I just taped.

She undoes the lock on his collar, then unsnaps the hood from the inside of his collar. She peels it back and he is greeted with cool fresh air on his face. She pulls the gag and earplugs out along with the hood and sets them aside.

There now, doesn’t that feel better? she asks as she steps away from him.

It’s all he can do to nod yes. She settles back onto the couch as she grabs the recorder and presses play.

Speaking over the tape she says, You were told that you weren’t allowed to even ask about being let out of our agreement, which is something I could ask of at least a partially trained submissive. And yet here on the tape is where you say that you don’t want to do this anymore. You see, this tells me that you still think this is some kind of game or something that you can just walk away from.

She leans back, crossing her arms. Hell, if I wanted to I could extend your commitment even further just for asking that. Instead we’ll take a different tack and just start you in your training first thing in the morning. I’ll set the alarm for 5 AM. That will give you time to shower, remove any and all body hair except your eyebrows or what’s covered by a wig, get dressed in what I’m going to layout for you, do your makeup, then make coffee.

She steps around behind him and opens the remainder of the locks, then heads directly towards her bedroom and to bed. Before closing the door she wags a finger and says Don’t misbehave. leaving him in stunned silence.

Stripping down, he then carries all of the equipment that was once on him to the guest bedroom and lays it on the dresser before flopping onto the bed in exhaustion and quickly falls asleep.

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He wakes to the sound of the alarm, having slept through the night. He takes a moment to get his bearings, then heads for the bathroom to empty his bladder. Stepping inside he can see the clothes she had picked out for him hanging on the backside of the door. There’s a note along with them, it reads do yourself a favor and try to do your absolute best in everything that you do, or we can always go back to this. Folded inside the note is a picture of him dressed in full latex as he was last night. The picture sends a shiver down his spine.

He turns the shower on then planting his hands on the counter he stares at himself and asks, How did I get into this?

Shaking his head side to side he decides that he better get started. Grabbing the depilatory he covers himself with a thick layer and gives it time to work before stepping into the shower. When finished he towels off and begins to work on his makeup. Half hour later he’s finished. Slipping the blonde wig on he steps back from the mirror to inspect his work. Satisfied with the results he now turns to the clothes she had hung there. His full torso black satin corset, a full knee length white petticoat and both covered by a satin maids outfit with high neck and long sleeves. There was also a pair of sheer black stockings and his pair of 5 ½ inch pumps with the padlocking ankle straps. He let out a sigh when he saw the height of the heels. Also on the counter where the padlocking wrist cuffs as well as the padlocking collar. He’s almost finished dressing when he hears a sharp knock on the door.

You need to finish whatever you’re doing right now so you can get out here and start the coffee! You should have been done by now.

He quickly finishes snapping the locks on the heels cuffs and collar into place. Looking in the mirror it all seems a dream to him as he looks himself over. Drawing a heavy sigh and steeling himself, he steps out of the bathroom. In the kitchen he sees her sitting at the table with an empty mug in front of her. He considers apologizing but thinks better of it then heads directly to the coffee maker and starts a pot brewing. There’s an awkward silence as he stands there waiting for the coffee to finish, unacknowledged by her. Once done he walks the pot over to her and fills her cup, then returns the pot to its place. Not quite sure what to do he folds his hands in front of him and stands there, waiting.

She motions him over to her, then orders him to turn around facing away from her. He feels a belt slipped around his waist at its smallest point followed by the click of another padlock.

Then he hears her say, Hands behind you.

She then connects a 3 ft length of chain from one cuff, then through a loop in the belt, ending at the other cuff. Sitting back in her chair she tells him to go and take care of anything that he might need to, then to return here. Blowing the steam off the top of the mug she watches him as he minces off. Smiling to herself she wonders how far she will be able to take him and how harsh she should be...

He minces back to the guestroom with a million thoughts running through his head. He quickly makes the bed and straightens out anything that looks out of place. Before returning to the kitchen he checks his uniform and make-up, then lingers for a moment. Staring at himself in the mirror it’s hard for him to believe it’s him, and these past couple days seem surreal to say the least. He snaps out of it and heads back to the kitchen before he is missed, he knows he has to be here at least a few more days and doesn’t want to make it any more difficult than it has to be. He tells himself that he can figure out what to do about this whole situation once he’s released to go home. Especially this whole 9 year thing she is talking about. As he steps into the kitchen she motions for him to come to her. As he approaches her she points to a spot on the floor in front of her. She then tells him to turn facing away from her. Hooking a clip to the middle of the chain connecting his wrists she pulls it through a loop on the belt drawing his hands behind him, then attaches it to a d ring on his collar. She then proceeds to look him up and down, checking that he’s properly uniformed. As she does this he can hear her making a tsk tsk sound as if she disapproves, and he begins to tremble.

Stepping back with a sigh and a shake of her head, she speaks.

Before I get into what I see wrong already let’s cover some basics. Unless it’s very important not speaking until spoken to still applies. You will be on your best behavior at all times. You will move with grace and in a feminine manner at all times. You will keep your uniform, makeup and general appearance impeccable at all times and you will do your absolute best at your assigned tasks. Speaking of tasks, your basic daily chores will consist of dusting and vacuuming all carpeted rooms, sweeping and mopping those that are tile. Both bathrooms will be cleaned top to bottom. Beds will be made with clean sheets each day. Laundry will be done each day and you will be responsible for any hanging, ironing or mending required. I will provide you with the menu and you will prepare and serve all meals as well as clear the table, do the dishes and keep the kitchen clean. These are in addition to any other tasks assigned by me.

She paces around in front of him and clips the end of a leash to his collar.

Now as far as your schedule goes, you will be reporting here Tuesday morning after your son heads off to school, and we’ll figure out the rest of the week from there. We’ll address the matter of your employment in the upcoming months, but there’s no need to be concerned with that for some time.

Walking him over to the large footstool, she has him stand close enough to it that his shins touch one side of it.

Now we’re going to go over the areas that you’ve already fallen short or need to work on.

She threads the end of the leash through the eyebolt in the center of the stool and pulls it enough to tip him forward slightly before securing it.

First of all there’s the matter of your shoes being unpolished and having scuff marks.

This she says to him as she steps into her bedroom. Seconds later she steps back out carrying a pencil thin neoprene cane.

That is unacceptable as your shoes are to be polished and scuff free at all times.

Bunching his petticoat up behind him and pressing it into his hands she tells him. Hold this up out of the way for me please, and I would advise against dropping it.

Without hesitation she swings the cane hard against one exposed cheek, then the other as quickly as she can. He screams and tries to snap upright but the leash stops him. He almost falls forward but manages to keep standing.

Stepping directly behind him and back a bit she says. The seams on your stockings are not straight.

She swings the cane so the tip lands on the inside of his thigh. He screams and shouts an expletive while falling forward to his knees on the footstool.

She simply moves closer and strikes his other thigh in the same way, causing him to shout out again followed by, Please, please.

She grabs him by the arm and pulls him back up to his feet while he pleads Can’t we just discuss this?

To which she replies, This was all discussed weeks ago.

Holding onto the chain connecting his wrists and neck with her left hand, she lands the cane on the outside of his right thigh.

This is for speaking out of turn, and again This is for your stockings being uneven heights, again this is for the lint on your stockings, again... And the wrinkles in your uniform.

He pulls against her grip. He tries to suppress it but can’t help shouting and asking her to stop. Switching hands she continues on the other thigh.

This is for your corset not being completely closed.

And this is for the corset laces being uneven.

He squirms but can’t escape the cane.

And this is for your apron strings being uneven.

He jerks free of her grip and falls forward on the footstool, ass in the air.

Goddamit bitch! she yells as she swings the cane hard to the outside of his thigh, splitting the skin. Now he is howling and she swings again...

This is for the lipstick on your teeth.

He rolls off the side of the stool as she swings again.

And this is for the smudged eyeliner.

And these last ones are for moving around so much.

At this point he is trying to get to his feet and get away when the cane lands again on his ass. He makes the mistake of trying to block the next one with his bound hands and receives a blow to the knuckles and screams in pain, falling back to the floor. She steps over him and straddling him, grabbing the wrist chain again.

Standing over him and pulling his ass towards her by the chain with one hand she lands the cane on his ass as he shouts My hand, my hand!

Through clenched teeth she retorts, Serves you right for trying to block me.

She continues for several more blows, then drops the chain, spent. She sits backwards onto the stool and wipes the sweat from her brow as he squirms and braces for a blow that doesn’t land.

They both pause to rest, then she reaches behind her and detaches the end of the leash and threads it through the eyebolt in the center of the stool. Draping the leash over her shoulder she moves to the edge of the stool with the opposite end of the leash running between her legs. By pulling the leash she draws his head closer and closer to her sex.

Sliding a finger along its length then holding it up to him she says, Just look at what you do to me.

She then slips one hand behind his head and pushes him into her sex while she pulls him forward with the leash.

His face forced into her sex, he can’t believe how wet she was. She had totally gotten off on what she had just done and that terrified him. He had flashbacks of the video she had shown him and he tried to push the images out of his mind. He was in pain and is pretty sure that he can feel blood running from several of the cane welts. He was already winded and now was being damn near suffocated by her. She held him there through several orgasms and just when he thought his knees couldn’t take anymore she pushed him off her.

Face to the floor! she commanded as she stood. Placing a high heeled foot directly in front of him she asked, Aren’t you going to properly thank me for showing you the error of your ways?

He was confused, as thanking her for what she had just done was the last thing on his mind. He did begin to plant kisses on her shoe almost as a reflex, but it took her clearing her throat for him to say, Thank you Ma’am.

She turned and stepped away from him as she remarked, That wasn’t very sincere... but rest assured, in the near future that thanks will be truly sincere. Now up on your feet and get over here.

It took him a minute to rise as he was sprawled on the floor with his hands secured at the small of his back. Once on his feet he minces over to her and she orders him to turn around. She detaches the clip so his hands are no longer held at the small of his back. Once freed as such she instructed him to go clean himself up and to be quick about it as she was still waiting on breakfast.

Which by the way will be simple today. Just cereal, juice and more coffee. Go!

And away he went to touch up his makeup, polish his shoes, close his corset, straighten his seams and brush-off his uniform. Upon returning he paused, unsure of what to do for a moment, then stepped in the kitchen start preparing breakfast for her. It should have been a simple matter that should take a few minutes, but now he was afraid to make mistakes so he found himself double and triple checking everything. She added to his nervousness by watching him work and correcting him, telling him how her place at the table is to be set, correcting his posture, chiding him for water spots on the silverware etc... At one point he lost his balance and stumbled slightly on the heels he wore. She saw this and pounced on him. Grabbing the D ring at the front of his collar and pulling his face close to hers.

That is the kind of clumsiness that is unacceptable, not to mention a pet peeve of mine. If I have to have you pacing the floor in 6 inch heels for 12 hours a day to prevent that I will.

She jerks on the collar and pulls him a few inches closer.

Got it bitch?

Trying not to look nervous he replies,