This story employs themes of non-consent/reluctance, slavery, bondage, submission, control, and Domination.

Marcus smiled as he checked the appointment on his calendar app. He was right on schedule, walking to the side entrance of MaidSlaves.

The side entrance near the owner’s-sale side opened into a bespoke shop. Marcus was well-used to the discreet entrance by now. Sporting a black satin shirt underneath his sports jacket, he was wearing as much satin today as he could get away with in his day-job. Cutting crisp lines in his suit, Marcus loved the way his suits made him feel.

The pants boosted his butt, and the suit coat framed his broad shoulders perfectly. The bright whites and deep blacks helped round out his professional vibe. Bouncing slightly in his patent leather shoes, he sprung forward toward his appointment. Marcus paid well for his appointments, but ‘Punctuality is the Politeness of Princes…’ he thought, there was no use in being late.

He sighed: his dalliances into The Satin Shoppe were a pale image of his true desires. His partner, Ashleigh, was adamantly opposed to the legal slave trade. Marcus didn’t really blame her: she grew up religious and there were certain social morays she simply couldn’t let go of. One of which was that slavery was automatically bad. That meant that owning a slave would be bad, even a MaidSlave.

It didn’t matter how much Marcus made at work, dealing casually in sums that would elevate or ruin entire island nations: Ashleigh wouldn’t allow them to own any slaves. It wasn’t so much that he liked the slavery laws their society had, but well, since they did have them, he didn’t see why he shouldn’t enjoy them. She wouldn’t hear of it ‘Not under our roof!’ she had cried. He didn’t mind her moral objections, on the contrary: that she had principles at all was something he admired in her.

So: no slaves ‘—at home…’ Marcus grinned at that thought. Ashleigh had clearly stated “not under our roof,” so Marcus had found a few places where he could indulge his desires that were decidedly under someone else’s roof. He’d tried a few slave brothels, a few risqué restaurants, but the MaidSlaves experience had been simply divine.

Up ahead loomed the small red velvet-look canopy that sheltered the small Satin Shoppe entrance. With no street-facing windows, The Satin Shoppe catered to the sort of bespoke clientèle that valued some privacy. The black-enamelled oaken door had a brightly polished brass handle, with “The Satin Shoppe” written in elegant white cursive letters, about a hands-width in height: every detail breathing a restrained elegance. 

Marcus pulled his suit so it was square on his shoulders, straightened his tie, and opened the door.

[…]

Maid 0202 smiled as her scheduled client arrived right at the agreed time: it was the sort of courtesy not often afford to slaves, but one which spoke to a more respectable client. While ‘respectable’ clients didn’t always have more money, this one did. What was more, he was clean, orderly, and somewhat formal—all things that appealed to her deep-seated maid conditioning. It made serving him a pleasure, something she regretted having to share with the maids she was training, but the Maid of The House had duties that came before her pleasure.

The Satin Shoppe was primarily a place for owners and Dominant(e) partners to dress their partners or properties in sumptuous satin styling—though with enough notice they’d source just about any clothing you wanted. Training maids in exquisite formal service was the other use of the space. Welcoming the high-rolling customers with the correct etiquette and treating their property with the correct attitude, was perfect grooming for maids destined for upper-class domestic service. They would be expected to provide table service at parties, exquisite cleaning afterward, cooking breakfast the next morning, and possibly relieving their Master’s morning wood in the process.

They might even be expected to manage other slaves, which was why their handling of owner’s property in the shop was a carefully monitored and tutored affair. Inside the shop, the maids were supposed to be like ballerinas: not just graceful, but deliberate and careful in all their movements. Shopping at The Satin Shoppe wasn’t just about the clothing, it was an immersive experience.

Marcus was one of the few clients that came in for himself. Clearly in love with the finer things in life, his outfits usually included more than a few satin elements. Maid 0202 had personally seen to the fitting of his boxers. She curtsied as he crossed the threshold and smiled. Keeping her eyes fixed on his chin, she gently announced: “Welcome back Master Marcus, it is our pleasure to serve you today.”

The Maid of The House made a small but deliberate gesture at Maid 0953, who startled slightly before sinking into her own curtsy. “Thank-You for using us today, Master,” she squeaked out. The Maid of The House gave Marcus a quick wink and smile, she knew he enjoyed the nervous new ones.

“And I look forward to using you, my sweet…” he stepped forward and trailed a finger under Maid 0953’s chin, making her shiver. “But I think we should see to my shopping first.” At this he chuckled, a sound that seemed almost sinister in the muffled quiet of the shop. It was only when The Maid of The House chuckled herself that the tension was broken and the nervous maid permitted herself a gentle smile. “Let’s see your tie collection, I’ve grown bored of the options I have.”

Maid 0953 curtsied quickly, “Of course, Master!” and went to fetch a rolling rack hanging with dozens of ties. Varying in width, colour, and even pattern, they ranged from rather feminine-looking cravats to tiny square-ended simple ties to swirls of black and ivory satin in an abstract power-tie pattern. Humming over the options presented, the maid stood by with her hands in front of her and her eyes down.

“I think if I’m trying on new ties, perhaps you should remove the one I’m wearing?...” he asked, an eyebrow raised.

At this the maid blushed, “Of course, Master! I’m so sorry, please forgive me!” she blurted out.

“Not at all little maid, now why don’t you show me what you girls are famous for?” he grinned and relaxed his arms to his side. The Maid of The House, satisfied that things were in hand for now, curtsied to Marcus, who nodded, and she left Maid 0953 in his capable hands. Pulling her tablet from some hidden recess of her apron, she tapped a monitor flag for the room to ping her if the system detected anything unusual, and docked an icon so she could pop into the video feed as needed. Presently, she needed to see to some new intakes that needed processing.

[…]

Stopping just inside arm’s reach, Maid 0953 curtsied for Marcus again, before lofting her hands and extending them elegantly towards his suit jacket. Her perfectly manicured fingers worked quickly to undo the trio of buttons that kept his jacket tight around his toned core. Smoothing the jacket out to the side with symmetrical movements of each hand, she carefully snaked a finger under his tie and drew it slowly down to find the tie pin.

She carefully opened the jaws of the tie pin, slipped it off, and clipped it to her own apron. Her fingers had a little difficulty navigating the knot, as Marcus preferred the Eldredge knot, but loop by loop she stripped the flowing silk ribbon that was his tie, stroking it smooth as she undid each interlace. Finally confronted with the single piece of fabric hanging limply around his neck, she stood on her tiptoes to carefully flip up his collar and pull the tie off him slowly.

Her eyes fixed on his neck, she was a little surprised, when his arms took her firmly, and he kissed her lips. Gentle, but insistent, she could feel her own warmth building inside her as he kept her seized in his grasp. Releasing her, she pulled the tie down with her as she teetered back onto her heels and curtsied again, her head spinning with a hot lust. “Thank-You Master,” she said softly as she carefully folded Marcus’ tie and placed it into her apron.

“Good girl, Master likes how you taste. Now… Why don’t you show me that black tie with the piano keys, that pale gold one, and hmm…” he pondered again over his choices. “Maybe that one in shimmering oil-slick blue… That might be fun for Fridays.”

“At once, Master!” squeaked the maid as she one-by-one, extracted the ties, hung them over one arm, and straightened them with her other hand. Every movement measured, she was doing her best not to glance around at the camera. If the yellow light was blinking, someone was watching the live feed. The ties gathered, she turned and offered her arm to Marcus for his inspection of the ties.

Making a show of inspection the ties closely, Marcus also inhaled a whiff of the maid’s natural aroma mixed with the lavender soap favoured at MaidSlaves. ‘Simply divine.’ He knew she would let him smell her twat if he asked her. Knew that he would find her a wet quivering mess under that skirt bouncing on its crinoline petticoat. ‘But that is what those other people do at those low places,’ he thought, ‘and I come here for service…’ He drew himself from his reverie.

“I would like to see what the blue and the pale gold ties look like with this shirt. Maid: fetch a mirror and show me the ties at once!” Marcus hadn’t yelled, but the crisp delivery of his orders brokered no argument. He loved watching how the maids in here would scamper to obey. He wondered if they enjoyed being ordered around, and figured some of them must. ‘There’s no way that little booty wiggle-jiggle is just training…’

He amused himself as the maid struggled to replicate his careful knot work with each tie. He had to re-do the first one, something he did patiently while petting the maid’s head. “It’s ok little one, Daddy will teach you how to tie his tie…” he cooed to her, slowly going through the steps. She got the hang of it by the second tie.

Admiring how the blue shimmered and changed colour as he moved, he gave a small frown and nod of his head in approval. “Yes, I think I might take both of these…” he trailed off suggestively.

“Might Master? Is there any way I can help?” Maid 0953 gave a quick glance up and scanned Marcus’ face. It was clear from his face there was a way she could help, and that it probably had very little to do with the tie. He casually stripped himself of the tie he currently had on to try and handed it to her.

“Has the Maid of The House trained you in The Satin Shoppe Special?” he asked, curious.

“No Master, I haven’t heard of that yet…” she trailed off as she noticed the yellow LED begin to flicker on the camera in the corner. “But I am eager to serve you in anyway I can!” she added hurriedly.

“Excellent Maid 0953. I appreciate a slave with the right attitude.” She blushed a little: ‘He remembered my number!’ “I wish to be sure that these ties are the high-quality fabric MaidSlaves always promises. You will demonstrate to me how soft they feel,” he explained simply.

“Uh, yes Master?” replied Maid 0953 timidly. Clearly, she wasn’t picking up his hint.

“Maid, you will lower my pants and demonstrate the quality of your fabrics on my most sensitive areas,” explained Marcus helpfully, but mechanically.

“Oh I—Oh! Uhhh… Yes Master! At once, Master!” chirped the maid as understanding dawned as to what the “Satin Shoppe Special” might entail.

Placing the unwanted tie on the rack, the maid turned back to Marcus, smiled, and delicately got onto her knees, one leg at a time. Kneeling back onto her heels, she adjusted her maid dress to ensure her cleavage was best displayed for Marcus’ position. He smiled his approval and undid his belt.

[…]

The clanging of the metal of his belt buckle was like a chiming bell that slipped through Maid 0953’s conscious mind and triggered the slut routines she’d been programmed with alongside her maid training. Her hands working quickly but deliberately, she finished undoing and lower his pants. With pinched fingers on each hand, she plucked his boxers and stretched them over his swelling rod.

At least seven inches long and growing, she could feel the heat radiating off his manhood, bathing her in its masculine glow. She delicately lowered his boxers to his knees, and gulped seeing the specimen before her. ‘I’m not sure I’m ready for something that big…’ she worried. For now though, she set those fears aside and selected the yellow-gold tie and stretched it between her two hands. Draping the silk over his now-turgid cock, she began to saw back, forth, up and down, around Marcus.

He was enjoying her attention so much, he closed his eyes and let her play with him. She clearly had no idea what she was doing, but a combination of her conditioning and her creativity was making for the type of novel and entertaining experience he craved from here. He was so lost in his present enjoyment he didn’t register when the back door opened and closed quietly as the Maid of The House joined them.

Carefully monitoring proceedings from her tablet, the device had chirped when it registered the heat signature change of someone disrobing. Knowing all-too-well what that meant, she had brought up Maid 0953’s training docket and saw she would probably need assistance providing oral service to someone of Marcus’—proportions.

Kneeling gently next to Maid 0953 the Maid of The House silently directed her to shift the silks’ attentions from Marcus’ manhood to his swinging balls. Satisfied with the younger maid’s admittedly amateurish technique, Maid 0202 opened wide and slurped Marcus’ member deep into her face.

His eyes opening in surprise, Marcus moaned and spread his legs a little wider for the dual attention he was now receiving. ‘Fuck me, this is the life…’ he thought to himself. The maids were being driven not just by their conditioning now, but by their own innate lust for his form. Collars or no, these two were committed now: they were going to milk Marcus dry, and they were going to make him love it.

He gasped as the Maid of The House drew him all the way into her throat and bottomed-out her lips on his shaft: Ashleigh never made it that far down. He was enjoying himself so much he didn’t realize how close he was until Maid 0202 did that thing he loved.

Managing to hum while she wriggled her tongue under his tip like some kind of feisty worm, the combined sensations drove Marcus all the way over the edge. Sending spurt after spasming spurt out his tip, his body shuddered as waves rippled through him, but the Maid of The House expertly kept her suction on him and drew in every last drop.

As he drew out of her mouth, Marcus was softening slowly. Her lipstick stains along his shaft, it was slick with her saliva, but clean of any of his seed. Standard procedure was to show the Master his spunk before you swallowed, but Marcus had made it clear on previous visits that inside of the maids is where his seed belonged, and they should get it there as quickly as possible.

Sensing the interaction was coming to a close, Maid 0953 removed the satin tie, folded it, and produced a white silk handkerchief she used to clean and dry the Master before replacing his boxers. Nodding a satisfied grin, she continued to reapply his pants and refasten his belt as he stroked her hair affectionately.

“Will that be all today, Master? Two ties and our special service?” asked the Maid of The House gently.

“Yes maid, that will be all today. Thank-you. Please have it charged to my account.” His tone had once more become crisp and professional. He had enjoyed his service, and now in his mind ‘A gentleman pays his fee and takes his leave.’

The Maid of The House tapped briefly into her tablet to allocate the charges. His prompt payment was part of why Marcus was invited for bespoke satin fittings like the one he’d just enjoyed. ‘If only all the clients could be such class-acts...’ she moaned internally. Externally, she gave another curtsy and award-winning smile as the tablet chirped payment confirmation. “We always enjoy serving you here Master Marcus and we do hope to see you again soon!”

Smiling in return, he accepted the paper-wrapped parcel from Maid 0953 that contained his two new ties. “I trust you will see me again before very long maid,” he addressed to the Maid of The House, “and if you are lucky, I will never see you again turtle dove. I hope you fetch a high price!” he added to Maid 0953, as he kissed her on the hand, and swept out of the store.

 

---The End…?---

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Epilogue

“And just what the fuck is my boyfriend doing inside MaidSlaves?” Ashleigh asked aloud as she saw Marcus stepping out of the shop door. She’d tracked him here using his phone. She felt bad about that, they’d agreed to share location for emergencies-only, but to her, Marcus going missing for two hours every other week was an emergency.

“There’s no way I’m letting this go!” she said as she started forward towards Marcus, and the building.

To be continued?