It was hard for Cindy to look at Mr. Ramirez. He was never improper towards her. Always dressed sharp despite only working in his house.

He was a gentleman.

But still, all week, whenever she looked up from her laptop, all she could picture was how he could “discipline” Elizabeth.

It also fucked up her nights.

Barely getting any sleep as she recalled the image of the young maid getting flogged and spanked by the lady of the house. her hands tied, her exposed labia and clit and…

“Everything okay, Cindy?” Mr. Ramirez said from behind his desk.

Cindy nodded and produced a meek, “hmm?”

“You seem flustered,” he said getting up from his seat and approaching her.

Cindy could feel her blood coming all the way to his face. She had seen him get close to him, in her dreams, grabbing her arms above her head, pushing him against the books in the library.

And yet, Mr. Ramirez simply touched her forehead.

“You don’t seem to have a fever, but we better make sure.” He stretched. The light outside was fading while snow fell outside.

“Did you bring a change of clothes?” He asked as he peered out the window.

“Sorry?” Cindy said, her eyes wide as her mind shut down.

“For the night.” He said looking into her eyes. They were deep and dark. “The forecast was that there would be a lot of snow and I told you I might not be able to drive you, remember?”

Cindy tried to keep a poker face as she tried to remember what she had packed that morning.

Did she pack her pajamas and her old Scorpions t-shirt? Or did she pack the pink baby doll that she had bought on a whim last week?

There was no answer. She simply nodded.

“Good.” He said and went for the door, “I think Elizabeth will have dinner shortly. That’s enough for today, we can recover some time next week.”

Cindy sat in the chair and peered over the window overlooking the forest. The world was white outside, and yet she was burning inside.

“Melting.” She said to herself with a giggle followed by a frustrated groan.

She was a puddle in her underpants, and it was distracting. She was behind on her duties and despite the softness in Mr. Ramirez, she hated to disappoint him.

And worse of all, she would have to stay the night with them. Frustrated, and yet, just a few doors away from them.

Alone in the office, Cindy touched her chest. Maybe she could just walk up to one of those doors, open it, and wait for them to-

“Cindy?” Mr. Ramirez voice echoed.

“I’m coming.” She said. Fuck, She certainly wasn’t coming that night. She thought.

Dejected she joined Mr. Ramirez in a silent dinner, Elizabeth waited by the side, with her perfect maid uniform that hid a latex bodysuit underneath.

“Yes, Cindy?” Elizabeth said.

Shit, she had been staring at her. “Uhm, nothing, you look lovely tonight.” Cindy said.

Elizabeth smiled. “Why, thank you,” she lifted her hand and pulled her hair behind her ears, she was wearing a few piercings with chains that connected to earrings.

Cindy also saw for the first time, that under her white collar of a maid, she was wearing a leather collar, slightly out of place.

“Where is Mrs. Ramirez? Wont she join us tonight?” Cindy said trying to stop staring at Elizabeth with her cute, blushing smile.

Mr. Ramirez looked at Elizabeth and then at Cindy, he moved his head in thought, “she is currently indisposed. Maybe tomorrow morning she will join us for breakfast.”

And that was it. Elizabeth stood by the side, silent and perfect. Mr. Ramirez cleaned his plate and handed it to the maid for cleaning.

There was not a single improper movement. It was almost, normal.

Cindy handed her plate to Elizabeth.

“Good night, Cindy,” Mr. Ramirez said as he left the kitchen, “If you need anything else, please ask Elizabeth before she retreats for the night.”

Elizabeth audibly moaned.

Mr. Ramirez stared at her.

“Good night, Elizabeth.” He said.

“Good night, Master.” She said.

And with that he left.

Cindy was left alone with Elizabeth, once again. But she did not know what to do, her mind was racing. She knew their secret. She knew she was going to serve him tonight.

Her mind wandered.

Cindy coughed and dared to move.

“When he said anything…” Cindy said in a voice a bit louder than a whisper.

Elizabeth froze in place and gulped.

“Do you wish me to do anything for you…” She left the plates on the strainer, “Mistress?”

Cindy felt something warm grow in her. After a frustrating week she could barely hold it back.

She took two steps towards her.

“I can ask anything of you, is that right?” She said standing by the counter.

“Yes,” Elizabeth said looking at the floor, “Mistress.”

“If I told you to-“ Cindy began.

“As long as it’s before 9o’clock.” She interjected. “Then I have to retreat for the night.”

Cindy felt the warm grow in her, something like anger. “Don’t. Interrupt me. Understand?” She said, taking a step closer towards the maid.

“Yes, Mistress.” Elizabeth said.

Cindy smiled. “Good girl.” She said. Elizabeth moaned, her eyes fluttered. Cindy took note of that.

“If I told you to kiss me-“

Elizabeth closed the gap. Cindy returned the kiss, grabbing the maid by the nape of her neck. A kiss that tasted of the strawberry in Elizabeth’s gloss, and of the chocolate that they had as dessert.

Cindy grasped Elizabeth’s hair and pulled her back, breaking the kiss, gasping and moaning.

“I told you not to interrupt me.” Cindy moaned.

“I’m sorry, Mistress.” Elizabeth said shaking.

“Kiss me.” Cindy ordered.

“Yes, Mistress.” Elizabeth jumped to the order once again, kissing the young intern on her neck, opening her blouse.

She went lower.

“Grab me,” Cindy ordered.

Elizabeth’s hands went over her body, grasping and fondling over the clothes. The latex gloves were cold to the touch, but they were glossy and gave her a feeling like Cindy had never felt. She could get used to that feeling.

Moaning, Cindy led the maid down her body. Enjoying every second of it. She was wet. She was needy. And she also needed to undo her pants to have Elizabeth finger her.

Elizabeth kissed every inch of exposed skin in Cindy. Her cleavage, the small beauty mark just on top of her right breast. She unbuttoned her blouse and kissed her midriff, her navel.

She kept going lower, Cindy tried to pull down her pants, but the maid stopped her, “Let me, Mistress.” Elizabeth slid her latex clad hand under her pants, under her panties.

Cindy moaned.

Elizabeth’s fingers were cold at first, but slowly they felt warm. The latex was not exactly unfamiliar over her clit. It reminded her of her exes, rubbing their condom covered cocks on her clit.

But Elizabeth’s fingers were nimble, more dexterous, they danced over her pussy. Elizabeth breathed hard as Cindy moaned.

“Kiss me.” Cindy demanded, and the maid obliged.

The young maid kept pleasing her mistress, teasing her, she was just on the verge of the orgasm, tasting her lips, leaning over the kitchen counter.

“Fuck.” Cindy breathed as they broke the kiss.

“Fuck,” She repeated, as she thrust her hips into Elizabeth’s hand, “Fuck! Make me cum.” She ordered.

Elizabeth gave her a satisfied grin, “As you wish, Mistress.” And her fingers began rubbing her faster. Making small circles, pressing harder.

Cindy felt her body shaking, her hips instinctively grinding the air and the maid’s hand.

She was losing her breath. The stars were so close.

The grandfather clock chimed. The bells echoing nine times through the house.

Elizabeth froze in place.

She pulled out her hand from Cindy’s pussy, wet, she licked her hand and turned to leave. Her eyes were distant.

“Good night, Miss Cindy.” And with that Elizabeth walked into the dark corridors of the old house.

Cindy was left gasping, holding for her life the kitchen counter, half naked.

“What the fuck was that.” She said trying to catch her breath.

Her pussy was burning, and she felt pressure on her head. Frustration. Neediness.

“Fuck! Was! That!” She repeated as she tried to fix herself, rushing out the kitchen to follow the maid.

Elizabeth was going up the stairs already. But she didn’t walk into her room.

Instead Cindy saw that the maid knocked on the Ramirez’s door.

Mr. Ramirez opened the door, “Come in, Elizabeth,” He said.

“Yes, Master.” The maid replied in a sheepish voice and walked in.

Cindy tried to move as slowly as possible, her pants and blouse still open. The house felt chilly, but she was very warm and angry. Feeling like a live wire she walked up the creaky stairs and stopped just outside the Ramirez’s room.

She tried to hear for anything. There were some sounds, moving around. Muffled voices. But mostly, the silence of an old house.

Curiosity got the best of her. Cindy tried the knob on the door. It gave way and she opened the door just slightly, as quietly as she could.

Elizabeth was kneeling on the floor. Mr. Ramirez was standing by the side of his bed.

And Mrs. Ramirez. She was tied, blindfolded and gagged, a vibrator between her legs.

Elizabeth began to take off Mr. Ramirez clothes, beginning by his belt, the professor took off his tie and placed it over his wife. “I will be with you in a moment, dear.” He said, there was only a muffled response from her part.

Cindy also noted that she was wearing clamps on her nipples. How long had she stayed like that, kneeling on the bed, tied, teased and wet.

That towering woman, reduced to a lump of meat waiting to get fucked by her husband.

Cindy knelt on the floor, her mouth open as she watched Elizabeth pull over her Master’s cock from his pants.

“So, that’s what it looks like.” She muttered to herself, one hand going to her sensitive clit.

Elizabeth opened kissed him with reverence, it was almost like a ritual, licking him from below and waiting for him like he was her god. The moment he pushed the head of his cock down her, she closed her eyes and began to bob and lick him.

Cindy tried to follow their pace, flicking her clit as she watched Elizabeth get face fucked.

Mr. Ramirez grabbed the maid by her collar and pulled her up, he kissed her and threw her over the bed, next to his wife.

“You have done a good job this week, Elizabeth, you deserve a reward.”

“Thank you, Master,” She said, moaning and spreading her ass with her hands.

“Can you listen to this, dear?” He said, grabbing his wife’s head.

Mrs. Ramirez nodded her head.

“I’m going to reward her. Can you wait for me a little more?” He pushed his cock inside the young maid’s ass. Elizabeth moaned.

Mrs. Ramirez struggled against her bindings but nodded in defeat.

“Be a good girl and help her a little bit,” Mr. Ramirez said and led Elizabeth’s head between his wife’s pussy.

Cindy stared at all of this, she was so close, she wanted to cum. But she could not dare. She wanted to, she wanted to.

She released a soft whimper.

Elizabeth opened her eyes and looked towards the door.

They stared at each other for a second. Then the maid winked at her just before her Master slapped her ass, “Eat her.” He said and Elizabeth closed her eyes once again and devotedly licked Mrs. Ramirez pussy.

Cindy stopped moving. She saw her. Elizabeth saw her and she had broken one of the rules of the house.

She crawled back to her room, silently, trying not to make a single sound over the wooden floors.

Finally she closed the door and rushed to find that gift Elizabeth had left the first time she showed the room.

She had seen them. She had broken one of their rules.

Cindy turned on the vibrator and pushed it against her clit.

She had seen them, their intimacy, their life behind the closed door. The way Elizabeth served them. The way she was punished.

She turned the vibration harder.

The way they had punished Elizabeth that first night after she broke that rule, getting spanked.

And his cock. His cock fucking her pussy.

Cindy pushed the vibrator against her clit, making her shiver, finally breaking her orgasm through her whole body, laying against the door, shaking as she squirted all over the floor.

Cindy gasped and convulsed as her orgasm receded. She needed to be punished.

Surely she was going to be punished.