MAID FOR ME (M/F) - EPILOGUE ADDED!
Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2020 1:08 am
MAID FOR ME
AND SO IT BEGINS
Jonathan, or Jon to his friends, was struggling mightily with his math homework. At 18, he felt that last quarter pressure before graduating and moving on to college. The dining room table was strewn with scraps of paper, books, calculators and other debris from his work. Then, his mother appears bringing a young girl with her.
“Jon, I want you to meet Aria. She will be helping us around the house. She just arrived from the province,” motioning to the girl. Aria, aged 20, was petite, barely exceeding five feet, light brown skin, with her long black hair tied in a bun. She was full-figured in her dark blue uniform and, Jon noticed, a very nice smile. He smiled and waved hello.
Aria beamed at him and said a shy, “Hello.”
As Jon’s mom and the maid went off, Jon glanced in their direction and couldn’t help noticing the nice sway of buttocks. He sighed and went back to work.
(Months later)
Jon was watching a video on his tablet while lying on the living room couch when he heard a cough.
“Excuse me,” said Aria, “But may I clean the living room now?”
Jon answered, “Of course Aria. You don’t need my permission. Go ahead.” Aria merely smiled and went about her work. Since she wasn’t vacuuming, Jon stayed on the couch as Aria used a broom to sweep the room. And then, as she bent over, Jon noticed how short her skirt was so he got a good view of her legs and a hint of her panties.
Jon smiled naughtily, stood and went over, towering over the petite girl. Startled, she looked up at him, so quietly did he approach.
“Tell me Aria, are you ticklish?” Jon asked.
“What do you mean, Jon?” inquired Aria with eyebrows raised.
“If I poked you here,” said Jon as his extended fingers darted out to poke Aria at the side of her waist.
She jerked back with an, “Eeep! No! Don’t do that!”
“Do what?” smiled Jon as he poked the other side of her waist. “That!” squeaked Aria.
“You mean, this, this and this?” said Jon punctuating his words with darting fingers to various parts of Aria’s anatomy. He was gratified to see her jerk and twist to get away from his fingers. Finally, Jon erupted with an all-out tickle attack and Aria howled with laughter. She let go of the broom and dustpan and fell over one end of the couch. As she fell, her legs went up in the air and her short skirt hiked upwards revealing most of her legs and almost her panties. Jon kept up his relentless attack until Aria was gasping for air.
She pleaded, “Please Jon. N-n-n-o more!”
Jon had an idea, “Ok, I’ll stop, on one condition,” she nodded and he went on, “You need to pay a forfeit for me not tickling you.”
“What kind of forfeit?” asked Aria.
“I’ll let you know, but you must promise,” insisted Jon.
Aria nodded and said with a smile, “Ok, I promise.” Jon released her then and helped her up. She fixed her hair and rumpled uniform and finished her work.
A few days passed and, on the weekend, Jon found himself struggling with a term paper and Aria approached bringing a tall glass of iced tea.
“Thank you, Aria,” he said and then suddenly remembered, “Aria?”
“Yes Jon?” answered the maid.
“Remember that forfeit I mentioned? I want to cash it in…now!” he said.
“Ok, what must I do?” inquired Aria.
“Wait there,” said Jon as he left the room and returned with two lengths of cotton rope.
“Turn around,” commanded Jon, “And put your arms behind your back.”
Aria did as she was told and then felt Jon binding her wrists, so she asked, “What are you doing Jon?”
“I’m tying you up. This is your forfeit,” said Jon as he finished binding and cinching Aria wrists, “Let me know if it’s too tight, ok?” Aria had to smile at Jon’s thoughtfulness.
“Ah, so we’re playing cops and robbers?” asked Aria as Jon motioned for her to sit down on an ottoman. She obeyed and Jon moved her legs together before binding her ankles. He couldn’t help noticing how shapely and smooth her legs were.
“I’m a little too old for cops and robbers, but this will also help in my project. I’ll keep you tied up and then ask how you feel at the end of, say, 30 minutes, deal?” Jon said.
“Ok, but maybe you should keep me quiet as well?” asked Aria with a gleam in her eyes. Surprised, Jon took a long and broad piece of cloth and simply covered Aria’s mouth. He then went back to work, but he couldn’t resist stealing glances at the bound maid. She grunted and struggled with her bonds, but they were tied too well. Her skirt hiked further upwards until half her thighs were in evidence.
Finally, 30 minutes later, Jon interviewed his “subject” and then released her. He noted that Aria did not seem to be in a hurry to be set free.
“That was fun!” she declared.
“Really? You liked it?” asked Jon.
“Sure! Maybe you can interview me again for your school project,” said Aria as she walked into the kitchen area to fix lunch.
“And so it begins…” thought Jon.
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Author's note: The tie up scenes start innocently enough, but trust me, it gets better!
AND SO IT BEGINS
Jonathan, or Jon to his friends, was struggling mightily with his math homework. At 18, he felt that last quarter pressure before graduating and moving on to college. The dining room table was strewn with scraps of paper, books, calculators and other debris from his work. Then, his mother appears bringing a young girl with her.
“Jon, I want you to meet Aria. She will be helping us around the house. She just arrived from the province,” motioning to the girl. Aria, aged 20, was petite, barely exceeding five feet, light brown skin, with her long black hair tied in a bun. She was full-figured in her dark blue uniform and, Jon noticed, a very nice smile. He smiled and waved hello.
Aria beamed at him and said a shy, “Hello.”
As Jon’s mom and the maid went off, Jon glanced in their direction and couldn’t help noticing the nice sway of buttocks. He sighed and went back to work.
(Months later)
Jon was watching a video on his tablet while lying on the living room couch when he heard a cough.
“Excuse me,” said Aria, “But may I clean the living room now?”
Jon answered, “Of course Aria. You don’t need my permission. Go ahead.” Aria merely smiled and went about her work. Since she wasn’t vacuuming, Jon stayed on the couch as Aria used a broom to sweep the room. And then, as she bent over, Jon noticed how short her skirt was so he got a good view of her legs and a hint of her panties.
Jon smiled naughtily, stood and went over, towering over the petite girl. Startled, she looked up at him, so quietly did he approach.
“Tell me Aria, are you ticklish?” Jon asked.
“What do you mean, Jon?” inquired Aria with eyebrows raised.
“If I poked you here,” said Jon as his extended fingers darted out to poke Aria at the side of her waist.
She jerked back with an, “Eeep! No! Don’t do that!”
“Do what?” smiled Jon as he poked the other side of her waist. “That!” squeaked Aria.
“You mean, this, this and this?” said Jon punctuating his words with darting fingers to various parts of Aria’s anatomy. He was gratified to see her jerk and twist to get away from his fingers. Finally, Jon erupted with an all-out tickle attack and Aria howled with laughter. She let go of the broom and dustpan and fell over one end of the couch. As she fell, her legs went up in the air and her short skirt hiked upwards revealing most of her legs and almost her panties. Jon kept up his relentless attack until Aria was gasping for air.
She pleaded, “Please Jon. N-n-n-o more!”
Jon had an idea, “Ok, I’ll stop, on one condition,” she nodded and he went on, “You need to pay a forfeit for me not tickling you.”
“What kind of forfeit?” asked Aria.
“I’ll let you know, but you must promise,” insisted Jon.
Aria nodded and said with a smile, “Ok, I promise.” Jon released her then and helped her up. She fixed her hair and rumpled uniform and finished her work.
A few days passed and, on the weekend, Jon found himself struggling with a term paper and Aria approached bringing a tall glass of iced tea.
“Thank you, Aria,” he said and then suddenly remembered, “Aria?”
“Yes Jon?” answered the maid.
“Remember that forfeit I mentioned? I want to cash it in…now!” he said.
“Ok, what must I do?” inquired Aria.
“Wait there,” said Jon as he left the room and returned with two lengths of cotton rope.
“Turn around,” commanded Jon, “And put your arms behind your back.”
Aria did as she was told and then felt Jon binding her wrists, so she asked, “What are you doing Jon?”
“I’m tying you up. This is your forfeit,” said Jon as he finished binding and cinching Aria wrists, “Let me know if it’s too tight, ok?” Aria had to smile at Jon’s thoughtfulness.
“Ah, so we’re playing cops and robbers?” asked Aria as Jon motioned for her to sit down on an ottoman. She obeyed and Jon moved her legs together before binding her ankles. He couldn’t help noticing how shapely and smooth her legs were.
“I’m a little too old for cops and robbers, but this will also help in my project. I’ll keep you tied up and then ask how you feel at the end of, say, 30 minutes, deal?” Jon said.
“Ok, but maybe you should keep me quiet as well?” asked Aria with a gleam in her eyes. Surprised, Jon took a long and broad piece of cloth and simply covered Aria’s mouth. He then went back to work, but he couldn’t resist stealing glances at the bound maid. She grunted and struggled with her bonds, but they were tied too well. Her skirt hiked further upwards until half her thighs were in evidence.
Finally, 30 minutes later, Jon interviewed his “subject” and then released her. He noted that Aria did not seem to be in a hurry to be set free.
“That was fun!” she declared.
“Really? You liked it?” asked Jon.
“Sure! Maybe you can interview me again for your school project,” said Aria as she walked into the kitchen area to fix lunch.
“And so it begins…” thought Jon.
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Author's note: The tie up scenes start innocently enough, but trust me, it gets better!