It was one of those frustrating days when the words just would not come to him, and being a writer was pointless when you had a spell of writer’s block. Staring blankly at the computer screen, the text becoming a blur after reading it over so many times, Steve B slumped in his chair with a mixture of emotions running through him. He was angry and frustrated with himself for being so stuck with the story he was writing, and getting ever more anxious knowing that the deadline for submitting his work was fast approaching. When the publishers paid him a handsome advance they expected good quality writing, on time.
The sound of a door opening broke his thoughts, not that they were amounting to anything constructive, he turned his revolving chair to look behind him in time to see a vacuum cleaner being dragged into the room by his maid. She was using the flexible hose as a handle, tugging at it sharply as the wheels of the machine were digging into the deep pile of the carpet. Without even acknowledging that he was in the room she bent down to pull out the power cord, she then squatted down to insert the plug into a wall socket.
Steve watched her going about her task seemingly oblivious to his presence, and he became immediately distracted by her as she moved about in the impossibly short dress that she wore, which allowed a clear view of her stocking-clad legs and the ends of the suspenders that held them up. With her back to him, she stepped on the power button with her black heeled shoe and the vacuum cleaner roared into life with a deafening noise, and if there was one noise that he could not stand it was that of a vacuum cleaner.
He managed to ignore the din for a few seconds as he had become more fascinated by the way the maids dress was swinging seductively from side to side as she pushed the brush backwards and forwards across the carpet, he caught a tantalising glimpse of the edge of her white knickers and he felt a stirring in his crotch. The sound of the machine flooded back into his head and he dragged his thoughts back to where they should be, and he began to be annoyed at the noise that was disturbing him.
‘Danni!’ he called, to no avail. Standing over the vacuum she couldn’t hear anything other than its powerful suction motor. ‘DANNI!!’ he shouted much louder. His maid spun round and gave a startled look when she realised he was in the room with her. She began to talk to him to ask how long he had been there, but her words were drowned out. Steve sat with his arms folded and moved his head in a mocking fashion at her muffled words, then put his hand up to cup his ear in an attempt to let her know that he couldn’t hear her.
After what seemed like an age she eventually realised what was happening, and she quickly stepped on the power button again to kill the noise. As the whine died away she began to repeat her questions. ‘How long have you been there Mr B?’
‘Never mind how long I’ve been here, what are you doing?’
‘I’m doing the cleaning Mr B,’ she answered with a puzzled look on her face because to her it was obvious what she was doing.
‘But I am trying to work Danni, how can I concentrate with that row going on behind me?’ he scolded her. She looked down feeling a little crestfallen at his annoyance and began to play with the hem of her skirt. But a tiny smile began to appear at the sides of her mouth. ‘I’ve got an important deadline to meet and I’m behind already, I cannot work with that noise,’ he continued.
‘I’m sorry Mr B, but you did ask me to clean in here today. You said you had an important meeting later and you wanted the place looking its best.’ As she spoke she looked up at him thinking he might relent, she pulled the front of her skirt up slightly as she continued to fiddle with the hem. A tiny triangle of white silk caught his eye and for a second he considered ditching his work for the day, but the important meeting was with his publisher who was expecting to see something close to a finished story, and the bills still needed to be paid each month.
‘Look, just leave the hoovering for now. Do the dusting and polishing, and make sure my cabinet is nice and tidy.’
‘Okay Mr B,’ she chirped. More noise ensued as she unplugged the vacuum cleaner and wound in the cable, and then began to drag it back towards the door.
‘Just leave it there Danni, you can take it out later.’
‘Okay!’ she answered.
Steve turned back to face his computer desk and began the arduous task of trying to finish his story. He scrolled through the pages on the screen of his computer to get back to the beginning again in a bid to refresh his memory of the original plot, but his concentration was once again disturbed when he became aware of a humming sound behind him.
Once more he spun round in his chair to face the direction of the sound, and he saw his maid polishing the coffee table that was in the middle of the room. She was bent over the table with her back to him, presenting him with a very evocative view of her white knickers as her dress had ridden up to her waist. He feasted his eyes on her as she swayed side to side in rhythm with her polishing action, he wondered how he could be annoyed with her when she looked so drop-dead sexy. But again he had to have quiet while he worked.
‘What are you doing Danni?’ he asked.
‘I’m polishing the table, Mr B,’ she replied without stopping what she was doing or turning to look at him. A devious grin crept across her face.
‘But what is that humming sound?’
She stopped polishing, but still bent over the table she twisted her head and back to look over her left shoulder at him. ‘That’s me humming Mr B, I like to hum when I’m polishing. It helps me to concentrate,’ she told him.
‘It may well do Danni, but I cannot concentrate while you hum.’
‘Sorry Mr B, I can’t help it. I just seem to do it automatically without realising it.’
‘Well, I can’t have that. Come over here, and we will help you to stop doing it.’
‘Okay,’ she said as she straightened up and walked over to where he sat.
From the top drawer of his desk he pulled out a black rubber ball gag, her eyes lit up when she saw it. She offered no resistance as he bid her turn around and then pushed the ball between her teeth before fastening the buckle strap behind her head.
‘There, now you can carry on with your cleaning without the unnecessary humming,’ and he gave her a friendly pat on the bottom as she stepped away.
Feeling a little more inspired now Steve began to look over his publishers’ notes in a bid to confirm what the guidelines for the story were. Sitting back in his chair with sheets of paper in his hand he could feel the germ of an idea grow in his head, and the notes he read seemed to confirm that his idea would fit the requirements. He sat forwards to pull out the keyboard and begin again with his writing when the sound of clinking and clattering caught his ear.
Looking round to his side he saw his maid dusting and polishing his cabinet, she was lifting each of the ornaments, the glasses, and the decanters and dusting the surface they occupied. Then she would wipe and polish each object before placing it back down. But as she was being less than careful with what she was doing she was causing, what seemed to him, a racket.
‘Danni,’ he said sounding quite exacerbated.
‘Ess iser eee,’ she tried to reply through her gagged lips.
Realising that it was pointless asking her what she was doing Steve called her over to him. She put down her polishing cloth, and then the decanter that she was holding with a loud clank, which caused Steve to grimace. She scurried over and stood in front of him.
‘This is intolerable Danni, I’ve already told you twice that I want you to be quiet, and yet you continue to make a noise. All you have to do is polish and dust, you should be able to do that quietly. Clearly, you have taken no notice of me so far, so equally clearly, it seems, I shall have to make you understand.’ With that, he grabbed her arm and pulled her down over his lap, and unceremoniously hiked her black satin dress and white lace petticoat up her back. Her white silk knickers adorned with three rows of frothy lace across the seat offered him an inviting target as they stretched taut across her buttocks.
Without further ado, he began to spank her backside, but as he applied the first few smacks the momentum of his hand impacting on her rear end caused his chair to move around on its pivot. Coupled to that was the fact that his chair had arms that meant his troublesome maid was perched precariously across the ends of his knee, making the whole situation awkward. So after only half a dozen slaps he gave up, telling her to stand, and then ordering her to bend over the coffee table.
He went back into the top drawer of his desk and took out a twelve-inch leather tawse, while she took up her position bent over the coffee table with her hands gripping the edge of the tabletop. He stood behind her and again lifted her dress, but this time he pulled her knickers down to her knees. He resumed the spanking, only now with the leather strap which brought muffled cries from behind her gag. He delivered several stinging blows interspersed with further admonishments about her disrespectful behaviour, and by the time he was finished, her buttocks and thighs were glowing a deep red.
He put the strap down and spent a few moments rubbing his hand over her now sore buttocks, gently easing some of the stinging that he had caused, and enjoying the feel of her soft bottom beneath his hand.
‘Right, that should teach you to be better behaved. Now pull up your knickers and go and make me a cup of coffee,’ he told her, then he watched her as she straightened her clothing and set off towards the door, ruefully rubbing her scolded flesh. Once outside the door her hand moved to the front of her knickers where she rubbed at her damp pussy, she had an air of satisfaction about her as she went to the kitchen.
Ten minutes later she returned to Steve’s desk carrying a tray with his favourite mug of black coffee and a pile of ginger nut biscuits. Seeing the refreshments Steve looked up at her with a smile and offered her a thank you. As she went to set the tray down on his desk she accidentally knocked a pile of papers and sent them floating into a heap on the floor, then with an ‘orry’ sound she went to retrieve them but managed to upend the tray sending the coffee all over the desk.
‘That does it,’ Steve shouted angrily as he jumped up to avoid the hot liquid that dripped from his desk. ‘I’ve had as much as I can tolerate from you, there is only one way to keep you from disturbing me while I finish my work.’
The coffee had not done any real damage and was soon cleaned up, though not by his maid for she was too preoccupied, so Steve had done it himself. Now he sat contented in front of his computer having finally finished his story, he had deleted his original attempt and started from scratch with the new idea that he had been toying with, and he had completed it within two hours. Satisfied that the story was good to go, he hit the print button and spun round in his chair to look at her lying on the floor beside him.
A red leather single glove was fastened tightly around her arms welding them together from her elbows to her fingers, and a coil of white cord was wrapped around her ankles with the end tied through a metal ring set into the end of the glove, leaving her in a hogtie with her black heels resting on the exposed knickers on her bottom. She had lain there in growing discomfort for the whole time Steve had been cleaning up the spilt coffee, and writing his story. The more her discomfort grew the more she was moaning and groaning through her gag, but unlike the earlier noises of her cleaning, this was quite a soothing sound to Steve, even inspirational.
He took his foot out of his slipper and stretched out his leg, and with his sock-covered foot began to tickle her. He prodded and poked at her thigh and her waist in a playful way, causing her to squirm around in her bonds and giggle from her gagged mouth. He pulled his chair closer so he could put his foot under her gloved arms and onto her bottom, and he continued the teasing by bending his toes and pressing them into her buttocks. As he massaged her bottom her giggling turned to faint moans of pleasure which increased further as he moved his toes round to probe between her thighs.
‘See I knew you could behave for me while I was working, all it took was a little persuasion. And much as I would like to sit here with you for a while longer, the man who pays my wages will be here soon, so I shall have to move you. Unless you want me to leave you here so he can see you like this?’ he told her. She shook her head in reply.
A short while later Steve sat in his study watching his publisher reading through the story, he could tell from his facial expressions that he was enjoying it, so he was keen to hear what the man had to say. Eventually, he put the papers down on the coffee table and replaced them with his glass of whiskey from which he took a large sip.
‘I don’t know where you get your ideas from Steve but you’ve come up trumps again. That is a great story and will fit in well with this month’s theme. “The Troublesome Maid,” eh, where do you get one of those like in this story?’ the chubby balding man said to Steve.
‘Thank you, George, glad you liked it. For a while there I thought I wouldn’t be able to finish it on time.’
‘Good stories are always worth the wait Steve, in fact, I think this one deserves a few photos to accompany it. Well even if it’s just for my satisfaction if you know what I mean,’ the publisher answered with a chuckle and a lick of his lips at the thought of watching the photoshoot. Being the owner of a range of fetish magazines had quite a few perks, and George made sure he took advantage of them.
Finally, Steve bid him a good night as he showed him out of the door, then he quickly headed up the stairs with some unfinished business on his mind. Inside his bedroom, right where he had left her was Danni his maid, and she was quite visibly enjoying herself. Having removed the armbinder and ankle ropes Steve had led her up to his room where he had re-tied her spread-eagled to the bed, her arms and legs stretched tight with leather straps pulling them to the posts at each corner.
Before leaving her there he had pulled her dress up to her chest and inserted a mains powered, heated back massager down the front of her knickers, plugged into a digital timer socket set on a random on-off program. The massager was driving her insane – one minute it was on then the next it was off, then it would stay on for longer which allowed it to heat up more, then just as she was about to hit the jackpot it went off.
Still gagged, she was drooling down the side of her cheeks as she writhed around on the bed. As Steve entered the room and stood watching her she looked back at him, her eyes wide, pleading with him.
‘Well, Danni, that went well, and all thanks to you. Time for a reward I think.’
She looked back and nodded, so Steve removed the massager and pulled her knickers down as far as her outstretched legs would allow before taking his trousers off…
