Chapter 3: Maids Will Play



London, England July 1906

The summer breeze blew much needed air into the house where the maids were hard at work. The Lady of the house was on holiday in the north while the maids maintained some kind of order in her house. Though her employment had begun in May, Clara was still in training. Emma was not to hard on her, but was still correcting her when she made mistakes. Clara had spent most of June gagged, hobbled with ropes on her ankles and with her wrists cuffed in front. Now in July, the gag had been removed, and so had the hobbles, but the cuffs remained on. That was until today...

It seemed to Clara that it was a kind of tradition that while her Ladyship was away, the maids would have some fun in the house; not that they didn't have fun when she was there, but they were more loosened up. Clara's duties in the house were of a parlor maid, meaning she worked mainly upstairs, serving along with Emma. So for her being upstairs was not something new, but for some of the other maids it was a novelty, so while her Ladyship was away, they sneaked up for a look around. This evening they were more playful then ever. Erica had even found the courage to explore her Lady's bedroom. She and another maid called Esmeralda, a Spanish looking woman who was full of fun, opened up the closets, and took out some of her Ladyship's dresses. It was a rare treat for them to see all the clothes that she had.

"Let's try on the dresses." Esmeralda said, laughing.

"Oh Yes. I have always wanted to have on a beautiful gown, and be served by maids." Erica laughed.

And so they did: Off came their uniforms, and on went some of her Ladyship's most beautiful gowns. When they were done, they went down the stairs as two ladies and laughed. The other maids curtsied to them, and lead them into the living room.

"They can't do that!" Clara whispered to Emma.

"We do this every year. It is our way of having a bit of fun."

"But what if her Ladyship comes back?"

"Then we would be punished. But she won't be back for another week. So don't worry, and play along." Emma whispered back, and patted Clara on her back.
Esmeralda and Erica sat down on the sofa, and giggled.

"Emma, I think Erica and I will have a glass of red wine." Esmeralda said.

They laughed again. Emma curtsied and brought them two glasses of red wine. She curtsied again as they took the glasses.

After a short while the mental bonds inhibiting the 'ladies' behavior were loosened and all their self restraint was gone: soon Emma found herself bound and gagged tightly to a chair. Her hands were bound behind its back, and her legs bound together at the ankles and then to the chair legs. Her upper body was wrapped tightly, and she was gagged with one of the napkins they had found in a drawer in the living room. Clara just left the living room as the front door to the house opened: in from the dark outside came - her ladyship, wet as a drowned cat! She looked at Clara and heard the noise from the living room. She put down her suitcase and quietly went towards the door.

"My lady." Clara said.

Her ladyship put a finger over her mouth to hush her. She let Clara take her coat and then she went into the living room.

The sound of laughter vanished in a flash. Her ladyship strode to the middle of the room, and looked at them: at Erica and Esmeralda on the sofa wearing her dresses, at Emma bound and gagged in the chair, at Clara standing in the doorway, at the open bottle of wine laying on the floor next to a broken glass that had fallen down.She went over the bottle of wine, picking it up and collecting the broken glass, then went out of the room. It was very rare for a room filled with people to be perfectly quiet, but now it was the case. Her ladyship returned a few moments later wearing one of the maid's aprons and with a cap on her head. Clara wasn't sure what to make of this, and she wasn't sure if the other girls were too. Her ladyship went over to Emma, tightened her gag and checked the ropes; they were very secure.

"Will there be anything else, my ladies?" She asked, and curtsied in front of them.

Dead silence in the room. She repeated herself.

"No, that will be all. I think we will retire for the evening." Esmeralda blurted out and hurriedly left the room. Erica wasn't far behind her.

Her Ladyship winked at Emma and smiled as she went out of the room after them.
"Come with me, Emily," she said climbing the stairs after the two 'ladies'. In her bedroom, her Ladyship caught up with them: as she entered she removed her apron, folding it neatly and placing it over the back of a chair. She locked the door after Clara had entered, for the first time, into her ladyship's bedroom.

"So you two are feeling playful are you?" She said.

The maids were trying to change out of the dresses.

"Please don't punish us." Erica said whimpering.

"You should have thought about that a earlier."

"It was my idea, My Lady." Esmeralda confessed.

"I don't care whose idea it was. You both were in on it. Therefore you should both be punished accordingly."

The maids looked at each other.

"Undress and go to The Room!"

The maids complied with her wish; stripping down to their underwear and going down to the room beside the living room.

The maids were tied to the beams in the room: their wrists and ankles bound securely with rope. To make their predicament more strenuous they were linked to each other's waist by a rope that forced them to arch outwards. Big fat gags made of napkins were tied tightly around their mouths and napkins were also used as blindfolds to prevent them from seeing. Clara thought it must be painful to be tied that way, forced to bend at the waist, each of the helpless maids knowing that if she tried to lean back against her own post, she would be pulling her friend painfully away from hers. Clara knew that this wouldn't be the last time that Esmeralda or Erica would be in trouble. She just hoped that she didn't get tied that way, ever. Emma was freed later that evening, but she was later subjected to two smacks on her naked behind by Her ladyship. That night it was painful for Emma to sleep that night on her back: a lesson well earned for a maid that plays when her lady is gone.




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