Clara still lay on the bed, tightly bound. Half of the day had gone by. She moved painfully, while listening for anyone coming to her rescue. The ropes were getting tighter as she tried to wriggle out of them, and her gag was soaked with her spit. Suddenly she heard a noise outside of the door to the room and tried to call out for help, but the gag prevented her from making a sound. The door opened slowly and Clara saw one of the other maids standing in the doorway. She came quietly into the room and smiled at Clara. Her crisp white apron, white frilly headdress and the black dress were a welcome sight to Clara. She closed the door behind her, found a chair near the wall and sat on it. Clara made big eyes as the maid made herself comfortable instead of freeing her and grunted through her gag. "I am sorry Emily, but I can't undo your ropes, Mistress's orders. I am here to draw your portrait." The maid said softly, taking a drawing book and a pencil from her pocket in the apron. Clara couldn't believe her ears, her ladyship wanted a portrait of her bound and gagged on this bed! "My name is Erica. Believe me, I know how it feels being bound and gagged like that. I too have been there." The maid said to her softly. The maid sat quietly and began to draw her portrait, Clara wasn't sure how long she had been there, but it seemed like time was standing still. After a long while the maid got up from the chair and sat on the bed beside Clara. She showed Clara the picture she had drawn: Clara could see how the tight ropes were bound around her uniformed body'; she looked like a stuffed pig! "Don't worry, the Mistress will treat you with respect, but you have to respect her wish to keep you restrained here." The maid said softly, giving Clara a soft kiss on her chin. She then got up from the bed, went to the door, and quietly left the room. Clara was left alone again. Emma returned later that evening, and slept next to Clara, who, still tightly bound and gagged, had no way of getting any peaceful sleep. But early next morning she was released from the rope that held her legs to her wrists, and then the rope around her ankles was removed as well. After being allowed to stretch her legs and wiggle her body to get some life back into it, she was lead downstairs and into the living room where the lady of the house was waiting. Emma helped Clara to sit on the sofa in the middle of the room, and then she curtsied and left. "Good Morning, Emily. I know that you can't answer me, but don't let that concern you. I know you must feel worried about being bound and gagged all this time, but it is simply my security measure to keep new girls in their place. So that they know that I am in charge. I know you must feel angry at Emma and myself, but rest assured that you will soon be free. Besides being tied up, are you quite all right? " The Mistress of the house said as she sat down beside Clara on the sofa and looked into her eyes. Clara nodded. A smile slowly spread across the lady's face and she carefully stroked Clara's cheek. "Let me remove your gag." She said, getting up from the sofa. "But I warn you, if you scream or misbehave it will go right back in, you will be silenced, and it will not be removed for a number days. Do we understand one another? She said as she leaned over Clara's ear. Clara nodded. The lady unknotted the gag, and carefully removed the wad from Clara's mouth, using it to remove some spit that was running down her chin. After a few moments she returned with a glass of water and held it up for Clara to drink. "Thank you, you Ladyship." Clara whispered, the dryness vanishing from her throat. "You are welcome Emily. Now let me tell you a little about my girls and myself. I am sure you want to know. When my husband died some years ago, I found myself left with this house. And I had some of the girls as maids already. I found myself enjoying seeing them being restrained. Well, I most admit my husband did also like being restrained, so I guess it came from that. So I sacked the male servants and hired other girls; tall girls. But you, my dear Emily are rather short." She told Clara. The Lady stood and helped Clara to her feet. She led her though a door to a side room, where curtains covered the large windows and which contained a collection of what appeared to be exercise equipment. Her Ladyship led Clara over to a wall on which pictures were hung: portraits of maids bound and gagged on the same bed that she had been. "And this is your portrait." Her Ladyship said, pointing to the last of the pictures on the wall. The portrait was the same one that Erica had shown her, but it had been properly finished off. And Clara felt a certain kind of warmness in her body while looking at the portrait, a warmness that she had never felt before. She felt ashamed to feel this in front of Her Ladyship and blushed. "I know what you are feeling. You are feeling a glow inside. And warmness that you have never felt before. Don't be afraid of it. Don't fight it. It is your body Emily letting you to know that you like what you see. and what you take pleasure in." Her Ladyship whispered to her. Clara shivered. And she felt something between her legs. It was something wet. Wet and warm. She clenched her teeth together as strongly as she could, she could hear them grinding together inside her mouth, she didn't know how long she could hold the urge to scream out in pleasure at what she felt inside of her. She just needed to let it out - but did she dare to do it without being punished by Her Ladyship? "Permission to let out a scream of pleasure?", She asked quietly, without letting the act of her speaking interfere with her need to scream loud. "Wait a moment." Her Ladyship said. She found two large cotton handkerchiefs, and stuffed one inside Clara's mouth before tying it tightly in place behind her hair with the other. "Now you may, Emily." Her ladyship said. Clara let out a loud moan: the cotton gag muffled it, but still Clara found pleasure in letting it out. Her body was shaking, and she sighed when it was all over. "I think I will leave that gag in your mouth, so can you have fun with yourself. " Her ladyship said, leading Clara out to the living room again. She rang the bell. Emma appeared a few moments later and curtsied to her Lady. "You may take Emily her to your room, clean her up and then escort her to the kitchen where she will be assisting you, Emma." The lady said, sitting down on the sofa. "Yes, my lady." Emma curtsied and took a grip on Clara's arm, leading her out of the room and closing the door on the way out. Next Back To What's New |
