Order An Intruder Part 27

“MMMMGGMMM!” Davinia cried out as the riding crop struck her bottom!

“I don’t see any cleaning being done maid, do I have to punish you again?” Davinia hobbled towards the table, her movement constrained by the boots and the cuffs on her legs. This is just so that Mistress Heaton can whip me. I won’t know whether I’m being too fast or too slow, and that gives her the perfect opportunity. Davinia gently ran the feather duster over the table, bending over so that Patricia would be able to get a good view of her panty covered bottom. Hopefully, this will stop her from bruising my poor posterior. Davinia worked her way around the table, dusting the legs and also cleaning the chairs.

As she straightened up, Davinia squealed as her bottom was pinched. “But, Davinia, you know that happens to French maids, so why are you surprised.” The helpless maid shuffled towards the cupboards, wincing as she received the occasional stinging blow to hurry her along. “Hurry up maid, we haven’t got all day.” After another few minutes, Davinia reached the cupboards and continued with her work, taking her time and hoping that she wouldn’t receive another taste of the crop. The captive moved from item to item until she had ‘dusted’ everywhere.

“There’s the living room to clean next, slave.” Patricia said, opening the kitchen door. Davinia moved slowly out of the room and down the hallway, attempting to get there as quickly as she could, given her present restrictions. Several minutes later, she reached the living-room door and fumbled with the handle before finally opening it.

“When you have cleaned the living-room wench, we can return to the kitchen for your next assignment.” Davinia moved slowly though the living room and dusted, suffering cruel pinches of her bottom as she worked in her bondage. She dusted the sides, chairs, tables and windows as quickly as she could, with Patricia right behind her to punish any slowdown.  No matter what she did, Davinia found herself being punished, just as she suspected.

Finally, the room was cleaned to Patricia’s ‘satisfaction’, and Davinia had to make the long, slow trek back to the kitchen. I think that Mistress Heaton is enjoying every moment of this. She reached the kitchen and Patricia made her stand near the table. First the padlock connecting the elbows cuffs was taken off and then the wrist lock was removed. Her arms were taken behind her back, her elbows were brought together and locked in place again and then her wrists were bound with the second padlock.

Patricia then picked up a long, thin chain and three small padlocks. She placed one end of the chain where Davinia’s elbow cuffs were, and took that around the body, pulling it tight. One of the small padlocks was then used to lock this chain together, and to the elbow padlock. The chain was taken down to Davinia’s wrist cuffs, taken tightly around the waist and then locked into position on the wrist cuffs. The last part of the chain was taken between Davinia’s legs, looped over the waist chain at the front, taken back between Davinia’s legs, pulled tight and then locked tightly with the third padlock.

Davinia squealed as the chain bit into the intimacy of her womanhood. “It’s not that bad slave, you’ve endured far worse over the weekend.” Patricia softly caressed the crotch-chain, eliciting moans from the poor French maid in bondage. When you touch me there, it becomes very erotic, Mistress. Davinia pressed her hips forward it an attempt to intensify the experience.

Patricia pulled her hand away, leaving Davinia frustrated in her new arousal. “We have all afternoon and evening to go slave, so don’t tire yourself out.” Patricia said, with a smile that said that the real reason was just to tease her captive. Davinia writhed in her bonds and pulled her wrist cuffs, but she only managed to increase her frustration as the chain pressed and rubbed against her mound.

“I would avoid doing that unless you really want to keep yourself on the edge. Please be still and look sexy as I have work to do.” Patricia picked up some items out of various draws and took a loaf of bread out of one of the bags. Then she went to the fridge and removed some butter, meat, tomatoes and a lettuce. “We’re having sandwiches for lunch slave, and if you are a good girl you may be fed.” Davinia’s stomach rumbled as she looked at the food being prepared by Patricia. I’d better behave then, I don’t want my stomach to remain empty.

Patricia paused suddenly and left the kitchen. “Lunch will be ready soon, so please make your way down to the living room. Thank you.” Patricia walked back into the kitchen and continued making the sandwiches. In all, four plates of sandwiches were prepared and Patricia took four bottles of water out of the fridge and put them with the plates

“It’s time to set up my serving tray, and I’m sure that you don’t need to guess who will be carrying it. Patricia unwrapped a rectangular item which proved to be a tray with two items attached, a long chain on one corner and a long leather belt attached to one of the long sides. She walked up to Davinia, took the straps from the side of the tray around the waist to the captive’s back, and buckled it in place. The tray was lifted into a horizontal position, the chain was taken from the front right corner of the tray around Davinia’s neck and then attached to the hook on the front left side.

Oh great, Mistress Heaton has turned me into a walking tray. First I’m a French maid, and now I’m a serving wench/tray combination I’m probably going to fall over before I’m half way to the living room. Patricia noticed the look on Davinia’s face and gently hugged her. “Just think of it as a test of your abilities, sweetie. I’m sure that you can do this easily. Don’t worry, you will be fed this afternoon, I won’t neglect you. Could you please smile to show me that you’re okay?”

Davinia smiled as best she could, given that the gag restricted her movements. “As soon as the food has been put down, I’ll remove the tray.” Patricia opened the kitchen door, and then placed the plates and bottles on the tray. “Let’s make our way to the living room. I’ll hold you so that you won’t fall.” Hands were placed on Davinia’s sides and Patricia took hold of her. “Don’t worry honey, it’ll be fine, just take your time and keep your balance.” Davinia took careful steps, making sure that her balance was secure before moving again.

As she moved along, Davinia began to feel confident in moving with the tray attached, and she felt better. With Mistress Heaton supporting me, I think that this will turn out okay. Eventually, the two ladies reached the living room door, Patricia opened the door and Davinia gasped. She noticed that the bondage frame was still up and also that Serena was with Eva.

Serena was In her schoolgirl uniform, bound and gagged like she was on Saturday morning and she was being spanked! The captive girl was also blindfolded and bent over the lap of Eva, who was sitting in a chair and wearing black shoes, stockings, pencil knee length skirt and a white blouse. Serena’s skirt was hitched up and her bottom bared, showing a pink bottom and the poor girl was squealing from each blow that impacted on her defenceless derriere.

What did betray how Serena felt was her writhing, and the soft moans when Eva gently smoothed her bottom. This showed that Serena was close to her release, with each series of spanks taking her closer to the edge. After six smacks were delivered in quick succession, Serena let out a long loud scream, went rigid and then softly shook with Eva holding and caressing her gently. After a few minutes, Serena was put into a sitting position on Eva’s lap, and her blindfold was removed.

By this time, Davinia was inside the room and leaning with her back against the wall, so that she could steady herself better. She blushed as Serena saw her and giggled at her state of dress and bondage.

“You have a very beautiful and sexy French maid Pat, are you thinking of keeping her?”  Eva said.

“Unfortunately, I only own her until night time Eva, so I have to make the most of her.” Patricia answered as she moved the round table over to Eva and Serena. Then she took two plates and bottles and placed them on the table so that Eva could easily reach them. The other items were put on the coffee table in front of the couch. The chain connected to the tray was unhooked and the belt was unbuckled, causing Davinia to sigh with relief. The tray was put to one side, and Patricia gently guided Davinia to the right side of the couch before sitting her down.

“I have to get some entertainment before we start lunch, and there’s a nice video that I want to show you.” Patricia walked out of the room, leaving Davinia protesting and struggling on the couch. Please Mistress Heaton, you can’t do that to me! You can’t show them the video of me in bondage, it’s so unfair!

“It’s useless Davinia, and you’re not the first lady to be exposed in this manner. Don’t worry, I’m sure that your display will be very erotic.” Eva explained, which did nothing to help Davinia’s composure. Her pulling and twisting only served to cause the chain between her legs to rub against her intimacy, which induced a greater arousal into her body.

A few minutes later, Patricia returned with some cabling and the video recorder. “I’ve rewound it in the kitchen, so we can start from the beginning.” She plugged the camera into the front of the television, and the power suppler into the wall. A remote control device was detached from the camera, the television control was picked up and Patricia sat down to the left of Davinia on the couch. “Remember girls, once your gags are off, there is to be no speaking unless you’re spoken to. Is that understood?” Both captives nodded their heads and the harness gags were removed.

“Time for the show to begin, ladies.” Patricia switched on the television, chose the AV channel and started the playback. Both Serena’s and Davinia’s cheeks went scarlet as they watched the playback showing the helpless Davinia experiencing her pleasures and torments. During this, they took small bites out of the sandwiches and sips from the bottles, with Patricia and Eva holding the items so that the captives can safely eat and drink.

As Serena watch the part where Davinia suffered her pleasurable torment with the Wand tied to her, she blushed even more and writhed a little on Eva’s lap. “Do you want to find out how it feels, my slutty schoolgirl?” Eva asked. Serena nodded mutely as she was too embarrassed to speak. “Don’t worry, after the meal and a rest, I will tie you to the bed and tease you with that all afternoon.” Serena then kissed Eva passionately on the lips and the captive responded in kind.

Finally, the meal and the recording ended and both girls were on the laps of the women, being given gentle kisses and cuddles for a while.

“I think that they are going to have a fun time upstairs Davinia, and we are going to be playing in the living room.” Patricia said as she gently pressed and caressed the chain between Davinia’s legs. Davinia was aroused further by this and writhed on Patricia’s lap.

“It looks as if your French maid is being a very naughty girl Pat, and we all know what should be done with naughty girls.” Eva said, picking up Serena’s harness gag. “I think that it’s time our bondage babes were gagged again as well.” Davinia watched as Eva securely buckled the gag on Serena and turned her so that she faced Davinia. Patricia picked up the other gag as Davinia opened her mouth, and soon the poor girl’s mouth was filled and she felt the pressure of the straps on her head.

“I think that my maid needs to be punished for her bad behaviour, Eva.” Davinia started to struggle against her bonds, not to try and escape, but to play the part of the bad French maid. She put up a fight, but soon she was lying right to left across Patricia’s lap. “It’s pointless lifting up your skirt as your panties are already exposed.” Patricia said, raising her right hand.

“MMMMMGGGMM!” screamed Davinia as the blow was struck against her bottom, causing a strong stinging sensation. She cried out again and again as five more blows landed in quick succession. Mistress Heaton could make me feel much more pain, but she wants to ultimately pleasure me and not make me cry. Patricia gently smoothed Davinia’s posterior, and the girl writhed and moaned from the pleasurable caress which combined with the endorphin rush and the stimulation of her largest erogenous zone.

Davinia screamed out again at the next six smacks, but she was moving even more as the following touches not only glided over her bottom, but her intimacy as well. This is wonderful, please keep going Mistress! A hand was felt at the top of her panties and they were pulled down to expose her stinging bottom. “You deserve to have your bare bottom spanked, you naughty little girl.”

“MMMMMMPH!” was the cry as the blow came down harder than before onto Davinia’s completely unprotected derriere. This was again followed by five more blows which were accompanied by an audible response from the captive. These were replaced by cries of pleasure as the caresses pressed harder and were more arousing than before. Another six spanks were landed, followed by a long smoothing over the girl’s bottom and womanhood, and Davinia found herself right on the edge of her pleasure’s peak. Please, just a little more, and I can get my release.

As Patricia spanked Davinia six more times, the girl felt her intimacy start to erupt with pleasure. OMG! Oh My GOOOOOOD! She gave out a long scream and convulsed on Patricia’s lap with the woman gently cuddling her…

“I think that I should take Serena upstairs now, Patricia. The Wand is in the kitchen, I presume?” Eva asked Patricia. The woman nodded in response as she put Davinia into a sitting position on the couch. The captive maid watched as Eva took Serena out of the living room, closing the door behind them.

“Now Davinia, it’s three o’clock in the afternoon, so I think that I should continue with your entertainment…”