Maid For Hire

It was just after dawn when chelsea arrived at mondays job site. She was to clean the Fredrick home today. Mr. Fredrick had a heavy hand and was very stern when it came to detail. Mrs. Fredrick on the other hand was extremely polite, caring voice, yet the ideas she came up with for punishment when she found the cleaning to be unexceptable were limitless.

Dressed the way the Fredricks contract stated, hair pulled up in a pony tail, clean shaven below, no bra or panties, a button up mans dress shirt, black skirt, low heels, and absolutely no makeup on, Chelsea rang the doorbell.

Mrs. Fredrick answered the door sipping on her coffee.

“Good morning Chelsea” she said with a devilish smile.

“Good morning Mrs. Fredrick” Chelsea replied.

Chelsea knew the routine to follow when Mrs. Fredrick was home.
She walked inside the house, slipped off her shoes and neatly placed them next to the door. She then turned her back to Mrs. Fredrick and raised her right foot behind her back to show the under side of her foot.
Then she did the same with the left foot. As Mrs Fredrick has stated on her first day, “how can one clean a house with dirty feet?”

“Continue Chelsea” Mrs. Fredrick stated.

Chelsea then turned to face Mrs. Fredrick.

“Good girl, no make up. Now lets see those breasts.” Mrs. Fredrick commanded.

Chelsea unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it open.

“Good girl, but i can see a slight tan line. I warned you about that last week Chelsea didn’t I?” Mrs. Fredrick said with a stern voice.

“Yes Mam” answered Chelsea.

“Lean forward and let your breasts hang down out of your shirt” she said to chelsea. “Chin up, look straight forward young lady!”

Chelsea did as she was told. She pulled open her shirt and held it behind
her back and lowered her upper body so her breasts were dangling down in the air like Christmas tree ornaments on a tree.

“I said chin up and look straight forward” Mrs. Fredrick whispered in her ear as she reached under Chelseas body and pinched her left nipple hard.
Chelsea cringed but did not move.

Mrs. Fredrick then placed her steaming hot cup of coffee under Chelseas right breast and dipped it like a cookie in milk. Chelsea wanted to scream. How could a woman drink such hot coffee, or did she have this planned the whole time she thought to herself.

“You know how important it is young lady to have a tidy clean body like i want when you come to clean my home don’t you chelsea?”

“Yes Mam” Chelsea answered.

“You haven’t even began to clean today and already you are forcing me to take drastic messures. I don’t like when you do that young lady do you hear me?” asked Mrs. Fredrick.

“Yes Mam” Chelsea answered.

“Good girl, now stand up and continue” said Mrs. Fredrick.

Chelsea stood up straight and walked over to the wooden high backed chair in the corner of the foyer. Laying over the arm was a small towel, she took it and placed it on the seat of the chair. With her breasts still looming out of her shirt she turned to face Mrs. Fredrick. She raised her skirt up over her hips and lowered her round tanned ass onto the towel covered chair. The chair was enormous and Chelsea leaned way back into it. The arms of the chair were quite high and strong. Chelsea opened her legs and placed one on each of the arms. Her freshly shaven pussy and ass were now open for inspection.

“Good girl” said Mrs. Fredrick “Now stay right their while I go get todays cleaning list.”

Once Mrs. Fredrick had gone to get the daily cleaning list and had left Chelsea spread eagle there for over 20 minutes. Another time the door bell had rang and Mrs. Fredrick had openned it to retreave a package from the UPS man. Chelsea prayed he didn’t see her, but to this day she wasn’t sure. Mrs. Fredrick enjoyed putting Chelsea threw the humilliation.

About 5 mins later Mrs. Fredrick returned to the foyer with a list of duties for Chelsea to complete this afternoon. This job was not like a regular cleaning job. She was only at one home per-day. The job usually lasted at least 6 hours or more. Most of Chelseas clients were stricked and expected only the best.

“My darling lean back farther and raise your ass as high as you can in the air while i read over the list i have put together for you” spoke Mrs. Fredrick. She only read the list one time, and expected Chelsea to remember every detail for the rest of the day.

“First today you will make me some breakfast. I am absolutely famished. I want one egg over easy and two pieces of white toast with blackberry jam on one and butter on the other. I want a fresh pot of coffee made, and a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice. While i am eating my breakfast and AFTER you have cleaned up your mess from making breakfast you may then start your cleaning duties. I want you to clean every bathroom in the house today, including the one in the pool house.
I want the floors scrubbed, the showers to sparkle, i want the tolit to look like they are brand new. I want the cabinets to be straighted and everything put in order inside. You will have your normal cleaning supplies but i want the grout in the showers and floor scrubbed with a tooth brush so you get every nook” Mrs Fredrick eyed Chelseas ass perched up in the air “Do you hear me young lady?”

“Yes mam” answered Chelsea.

Mrs. Fredrick took a small step forward and tilted her coffed cup allowing a few hot drops of coffee to find chelseas ass hole. Chelseas round ass tightend.

“Sit up young lady!” Mrs. Fredrick commanded “I am leaving with friends at 11am, so Mr. Fredrick will be home then to finish having to watch you clean. I so wish we didn’t have to do that young lady, but you just can’t be trusted to do a perfect job. Now get into the kitchen and start on breakfast.”

Chelsea knew the rules, when she was at the Fredrick home she was to do anything she was asked. Even though she was basicly just a maid, if she was asked to cook she cooked. Once Mr. Fredrick had made her bath him. She had to join him in the shower and scrub him down gently from head to toe. He even bent over and made her scrub his ass. It made her ill just thinking about it. He had told her while they were in the shower “You better make my ass sparkle, because if you don’t I am going to lay you on the floor and sit on your face and make you lick my balls and ass hole.” Mr. Fredrick was true to his word later that same afternoon. He didn’t do it right after the shower, he went out and played tennis and came back to check on Chelseas cleaning.

“Chelsea” he said “I am feeling very sweaty and unclean. I don’t think you did a very good job at cleaning me today.”

He then grabbed her arm and lowered her down to her knees and leaned her head back on to his desk chair. Chelsea started to cry.

“Oh stop feeling sorry for yourself you little tramp. I had warned you” Mr. Fredrick stated.

“But you played tennis….” Chelsea started to say.

“Shut up, dont you ever interrupt me” Mr. Fredrick warned “Now close your eyes and open your mouth up wide.”

Mr. Fredrick then turned his back to chelsea undone his tennis shorts and let them dropped to the floor. He then stepped backwards spread eagle over Chelseas face. Her tears were streaming out of her closed eyes. He allowed his balls to dangle down inside her open mouth. They were salty and sweaty. She almost gagged.

“Don’t you gag young lady or im going to blister that ass” Mr. Fredrick yelled “keep that mouth wide open.”

Chelsea did as she was told and openned her mouth as wide as she could allowing his balls to rest on the back of her throat. Mr. Fredrick then spread his ass cheeks with his hands and lowered his hole right on her nose.

“Hold your breath” he said quickly then he rested his ass right down on her face. Covering her
face entirely so she couldnt breath.

“Do you smell now how dirty i really was young lady? Keep your mouth open, and suck on my balls or i am not going to get of
f your face and let you breath.”

Chelsea sucked on his balls and could feel her breath slip away from her. She started to struggle. Mr. Fredrick reached down to her exposed breasts and grabbed two large handfulls. Chelseas hips bucked up and down. He held her breasts tight and used them as leverage to rock forward and back on her face. He then let go of her breasts and slapped each one forcefully, and raise up off her face. Chelsea was out of breath and panting as her limp body fell to the floor.

“Next time I tell you to make sure my ass sparkles you better make sure it does” Mr. Fredrick then pulled up his pants and left the room.

Chelsea didn’t want to think any more about the past experiences. All of them had made her a better maid/slave. She had been given her duties for the day from Mrs. Fredricks and she had better get started.

Set out on the kitchen counter was everything that Chelsea would be needing to cook breakfast, and on the island was a tray with a long stemmed rose in a beautiful crystal vase and a large wooden spoon laying next to it. She knew what it was for, and hurried along cooking breakfast. She had become a pro at making “over easy” eggs, but never seemed to be able to make the toast just as Mrs. Fredricks wanted it. She placed everything neatly on the tray. Fresh squeezed oj, a hot cup of coffee, a small china plate with one over easy egg in the middle, another small china plate with one piece of blackberry jelly toast, and another with just butter.

She carefully carried the tray far out in front of her, as to not let her exposed breasts touch the food or tray. The garden room was Mrs. Fredricks favorite room to eat her breakfast in. It was clear on the far side of the house. Chelsea had to quickly walk their so the food was still hot by time she got their.

“Your breakfast Mam” Chelsea announced as she entered the room.
Mrs. Fredrick was on the phone and gave Chelsea a glooming stare.
Chelseas heart dropped. She had forgotten to knock first.

She placed the tray down on the table infront of Mrs. Fredrick, and waited quietly for Mrs. Fredrick to dismiss her. She heard the end of Mrs. Fredricks conversation “Yes Dorothy, please do. I would love to see what you can do about my little problem. I will see you then darling. Bye Bye.”

Mrs. Fredrick didn’t even bother to look at her breakfast. She picked up the wooden spoon and walked over to chelsea.

“How dare you barge into this room. How dare you not knock, and how dare you listen in on my conversation. Who in the hell do you think you are young lady?” Mrs. Fredrick yelled.

“Im….” Chelsea started to talk.

“Shut up, I don’t even want to hear it” Mrs. Fredrick then slapped Chelseas right breast hard with the wooden spoon.

Chelsea’s knees started to buckle, she had not been ready for that.

“Stand up straight young lady” Mrs. Fredrick commanded. She then took the linin napkin off of the tray and shoved it inside of Chelseas mouth filling it full.

“Not even an unrulely child would enter a room with out knocking” Mrs. Fredrick yelled again, then took the piece of blackberry toast and smeared it all over Chelseas face, and then smacked her face hard.