“An hour?!” Esme thought aloud, that was hardly enough time to make this decision. She looked at the packaging. “Deliver by 1:45pm” had they come while she was in the shower? She was playing the video Melanie sent her of the dogs fucking her pretty loud, that and the vibrators… yeah, she probably missed it. As she weighed the information though, there really was no question. The naive girl didn’t even read the contract, just signed on the dotted line and raced upstairs, stripping her garments as she did. Ms. Crawford wouldn’t be home for another hour, but Esme was too excited. Upon opening the bedroom door and seeing the present she left them, she realized it would probably do better justice dangling from the front door. She pranced downstairs, elated, and opened the large door that had started her wild journey. This time she couldn’t be bothered to clothe herself, the cold air wafted the juice already trickling between her legs as she carefully looped the panties around the knob before closing the door and heading back upstairs.
Esme waited on all fours, ass facing the entrance. She could feel pussy juice dripping onto the sheets. For what felt like hours she fantasized about all the different things she’d do with her new boss. She’d never been with woman, never been with a man… never been with a human. There was nervousness that infused with her desire. This was the first time another person would see her naked since childhood. She felt somehow more exposed in that moment than any moment the cameras were on her. Could she actually handle this? She began to doubt herself. But as she heard the front door open finally, and the clicking of stilettos coming up, those trepidations faded. All were completely erased as that same deep voice that aroused her the first night returned.
“That’s a good little whore”
_______EPILOGUE_______________
Esme jumped awake, hitting her head against the metal grate of the top of her kennel. The basement was dark and damp as usual, but the boys were stirring: Mistress was home. The girl smiled as she adjusted herself onto her knees. Her crate was large enough for her lie in the fetal position, or kneel or crouch on all fours. She wiped some drool off her shoulder and looked down on her naked breasts; her nipples were already getting hard. Based on how rowdy her roommates were getting, she wasn’t the only one excited for Ms Crawford to return.
It should be noted Esmeralda did not live in that kennel, though with the haste she signed up for a life on the estate she was lucky not too. Melanie had allocated a bedroom and an office studio for her as well as a second guest room to use as she pleased. Though most nights (and evenings) she spent in the master bedroom, the office she had made her own. There was a tv/gaming setup, a desk for homework, a small kitchenette with a mini fridge and a bed for Charle. If Esme was in that room, Charlie was on that bed… unless of course he was between her legs (which made for some very, distracted zoom classes). With her salary Esme fixed up her dads home as well as save towards her brothers’ college tuition, and that’s not even considering the absolute glow up Ms. Crawford oversaw.
“Heels and belts, darling that’s all it is for you.” She’d say, “You don’t need much, a couple inches and suddenly you’re the envy of the town.”
And she was right! Esme went from overlooked and ignored to turning heads of men and women alike. Her change spawned a confidence that led to a slew of male and female lovers strung along a semi regular rotation (though her studs and Mistress at home take priority). In addition to teaching the girl what foundation or mascara best suited her (something Esme’s mother would have taught her if she was around to do so), Melanie took her out shopping constantly. It was in part to bond, in part to buy her cute/sexy outfits to look at her in, and in part for Esmeralda‘s legitimate role as a maid. There isn’t some uniform (though Esme does dawn the occasional ‘sexy French maid attire), just business casual from 9-5 during the week… slutty takes encouraged.
In order to make sure the power imbalance had no impact on their sex lives, there are subtle cues in her attire to communicate the sexual subtext to Melanie and her studs. They are ones Mel had developed with her husband while raising kids. Anytime Esme wears green without any gold jewelry, she is full sub. There are other indicators: a certain lipstick, pigtails, a pair of rings. Esme’s two favorites are a collar that matches the dogs, and her birthday suit. If Esme isn’t wearing anything to indicate she is Melanie’s sub, all Melanie has to do to request some play is ask Melanie the time. If Melanie completes her sentence with “mistress” she is Ms. Crawford’s toy. She almost always does. General sex is always on the table, but never imposed on either person. This was all laid out in the contract Esmeralda signed before reading.
The arrangement had sent the teen on some unparalleled sexual experiences. Melanie regularly brings other lovers, or groups of them into the mix, which has broadened if not shattered Esme’s worldview. Joining has been the pleasure of a lifetime (pun intended). Esmeralda still got wet thinking about one of those instances that went the absolute wildest. She was wearing a short khaki skirt with an emerald top one afternoon when Ms. Crawford walked in with her mother. She was horribly horny that day, but obviously with family here, sex was off the table. A disappointed Esme agreed to make the two women tea while they sat and talked. As Esme placed the tray on the table and brought the two women their cups, without even looking up at her, Ms. Crawford parted her legs and lifted one up on the armrest, exposing her bare pussy to Esme and her mother. Without batting an eye, Melanie continued her discussion with her parent and beckoned her maid forward into her waiting hole. Esme complied, rather confused, and proceeded to eat Melanie out until orgasm finally cut her dialogue short. When her head was freed from the Ms Crawford’s hands and thighs she turned to the woman’s mother. She knew that her skirt had exposed her tight ass to the older woman, and was prepared to face judgement. Instead, while Esme was pleasuring her daughter, the woman had removed her her pantsuit and lay in a purple lingerie set awaiting her turn. She turned to Melanie and found her breasts had also been exposed. “We’ll, don’t be rude dear!” She said while gesturing toward the uneaten pussy across the room. “Yes Mistress”. And with that Esme crawled over to the surprising fit half naked older woman and explored her nether regions face first. Melanie returned the favor and the three fucked each other straight on into the evening.
As for the dogs, they required a more regular routine. Every day at 5, when Ms. Crawford got back from the office, Melanie and Esme invited the dogs onto their bed and the six of them pleasured themselves until dinnertime for the boys. When they’re finished, Melanie would hop in the shower. Esme would either join her, or get dinner started and swap with Mel when she’d finished. And this was why, at 5:07 Esmeralda found herself crammed in her kennel. Melanie added a fifth to the basement layout for the times when Esmeralda wanted to let the dogs go full out on her. There was a hierarchy. During the day Ms. Crawford sat at the top, followed by Esmeralda, then Bear, Frank, Buxter, then Charlie. In the afternoons, or anytime Ms. Crawford indicated, it went Melanie, Bear, Frank, then Buxter, Esmeralda and Charlie were equals. But when Ms. Crawford found her maid in her kennel, Esme was everyone’s bitch, everyone’s complete fuckdoll, their cumrag. Her holes were theirs to do with as the pleased. Tonight was one of those nights, which was why the boys were chomping at the bit so, anticipating their Mistress’s arrival. Esme rubbed herself in anticipation, remembering the plug she’d slipped into her ass before locking herself up. Melanie’s daughters had been in town for the week, and while they were the only relatives Melanie didn’t share the bedroom with, Esme had been hot for the two since she first laid eyes on them. And one of them flirted back! The girls weren’t off limits, but with them gone she was desperate to fuck herself into oblivion.