Date: Sat, 19 Aug 2017 18:29:55 -0400
From: WomanOfDesire
Subject: The Cleaning Lady's Submissive

The Cleaning Lady's Submissive (F/F, D/s, Consensual) by WomanOfDesire
2016
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Synopsis: The cleaning lady sees the boss for who she is
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The Cleaning Lady's Submissive Chapter 1
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"Come here," Anna said.  There was no
response.  "Come here. I am tired of this game," Anna said in a voice that
was equal parts anger and impatience.  No response.  "NOW!" Anna's voice grew
less patient with each sentence.  Becca looked at Anna from across the
room. Anna was sitting on the couch in her jeans and flannel shirt. This was how
she dressed when she came to work at Becca's house as a cleaning woman.
Anna had asked on numerous occasions that she dress more formally -- Becca's
house was a palace of glass and wood, and Anna's clothing was in sharp
contrast to the other housekeepers Becca had employed. Some of Becca's friends had
commented on Anna's dress in the nine months since Anna had started working
for her.  Becca crossed the room and stood about four feet from where Anna
was sitting on the couch. "What?" she said.  Anna's irritation grew.  "
Closer."  Becca took another step towards Anna.  "What?" she repeated.  Anna
looked up at Becca. There was no question Becca was the definition of a trophy
wife. Blonde hair elegantly maintained with curls that started at her
shoulders. For an ordinary Friday morning and no plans for leaving the house at
all, Becca was dressed well. A black skirt, knee length with a red belt that
highlighted her narrow waist. A white blouse that clung tightly around her
slim body, the top two buttons undone, showing a portion of her C-Cup
breasts.  The blouse was tight enough to show an erect nipple on her left breast.
That and Becca's breathing betrayed her.  Becca was now within Anna's arm
length. Anna reached out and touched her the outside of thigh just below the
end of her skirt. Becca moved to pull away.  "Stand still," Anna demanded.
Becca froze. Anna ran her hand up and down the outside of Becca`s thigh
slowly.  The effect of Becca was electric. She pushed her thigh outward to
increase the pressure of Anna's hand. Her head fell back. Her entire body longed
to be touched. A thought lingered -- she was cheating on her husband. But he
had been gone for four weeks. Becca was far too sexual a person to endure
that length of an absence.  Though she would not have admitted before Anna
touched her, Becca had subconsciously been flirting with Anna for weeks. Becca
had changed her attire -- she went from frumpy jeans and t-shirts to more
formal clothes. As the weeks progressed the buttons on her top receded -- first
one, then two buttons were left unbuttoned. Her tops become progressively
tighter, the belts wider.  On Tuesday Becca and Anna were in the large
kitchen. Becca had reached into a bowl for an apple. Anna pretended to be reaching
for another item on the counter, and her hand grazed Becca's. When Anna
pulled back her hand she let it rest on the top of Becca's. The two stood
silently with their hands touching for a moment. Becca's face became flush, she
inhaled slightly. Anna noticed both. Five minutes later Becca was in her
bedroom, skirt pulled up to her waist, hands in her panties masturbating. She cam
e three times in rapid succession before falling in exhaustion to the floor,
oblivious to her own moans, and how easily Anna heard them. On Wednesday,
her skirt was a little shorter than the day before. She was aware of her
arousal well before Anna arrived, and was restless until Anna showed up an hour
past the time she was supposed to start work.  But there was no repeat of
the hand touching of the day before. It was not for want of trying on Becca's
fault; she followed Anna around as much as she thought she could without
being obvious. But Anna noticed, and had fun leaving a room shortly after Becca
had entered.  This served only to inflame Becca's desire. The futile
pursuit resulted in her being lost, and her judgment and boundaries diminished
accordingly.  Thursday was more of the same. Becca wore a dress, shorter still
than the skirt she wore the day before. The dress was cinched at the waist,
highlighting the narrowness of her waist and accenting her C cup breasts.
She was more open in her pursuit of Anna. Though she still thought she was
being discrete, in fact, she seldom was in a different room than Anna. She was
more talkative as well.  And yet for all of her pursuit, Anna displayed no
interest. In fact, she had been cold and dismissive to Becca. Thursday
brought a new Anna. She had forgotten the vacuum downstairs. She told Becca, "Go
get it." The affect was flat; it sounded when she said it as though she was
talking to a child.  Becca complied immediately.  Later Anna settled on the
couch in the den. As she reclined, she said, "Make me lunch."  Becca
complied immediately.  The rest of the day was more of the same, but with each
order, Becca became more demanding. "I asked you for a cup of coffee -- why did
it take so long?"  At the end of the day, Anna got up and walked over to
Becca. She stood so close to that Becca could feel Anna's breath. She stood in
front of Becca motionless for what seemed to Becca an eternity. She then put
her arms around Becca, looked into Becca's eyes and said, "You were a good
girl today."  The impact on Becca was extraordinary. Hearing praise from
Anna, looking into Anna's pale blue eyes, smelling her, was almost too much.
Within seconds of Anna closing the door behind her, Becca's hand was on her
pussy, her finger dancing up and down her inflamed clit. It did not take
long: a series of climaxes followed.  Which takes us to Friday, and to Becca
standing in front of a seated Anna.  Anna moved her left hand from the outside
of her thigh to the inside. She started below her knee and very lightly
brought two fingers up to the hem of her skirt. She repeated the motion several
times; each time her fingers went further up Becca's thigh. Though she
barely realized she was doing it, Becca's hand had found her left breast. She
teased the already erect nipple through the silk material.  Anna looked up at
Becca and knew she had complete control over her. It would not be long, Anna
thought, until Becca would be begging her to touch her again. Becca did not
know what a submissive was at that moment, but she was already one.  "Roll
up your skirt," Anna commanded.  Becca complied. It was not easy, her skirt
was tight and rolling it up could only be done carefully. Anna sighed with
displeasure. "When I tell you to do something, I want it done immediately."
Becca tried to go faster. Eventually, her skirt was rolled up so it was even
with her belt.  Anna gazed at Becca. Her blue sheer panties showed a tuft of
hair above her pussy and revealed a neatly shaved pussy below. It was
obvious this was recent. "Did you shave your pussy for me, Becca?"  Becca's
inhibition had left the moment Becca's hand touched her inner thigh. "Yes, I
wanted to be smooth for you." Anna smiled. Yes, she was already a submissive.
She was already thinking about how to please her. Her own desire had
overruled her reason.  "Good girl. You know your place," Anna said. Becca breathed
sharply and pinched her nipple a bit harder.  "Do you want me to touch your
pussy?" Anna asked.  "Yes please!" Becca replied.  "Tell me what you want
Anna. Always answer me completely," Anna said.  "Please touch my pussy,
Anna." Becca pleaded.  Anna placed one finger on the outside of her panties.
She traced Becca's clit ever so lightly. It was enough to send a shiver of
delight through Becca, who groaned. But as Anna traced up and down, Becca
needed more. She needed Becca touch her more firmly. She needed more. She had to
have more.  Anna stopped. Becca's disappointment made her shout, "Please!"
Anna smiled. "Please what, Becca?" Anna replied.  Becca responded
desperately, "Please touch my pussy, Anna!" Anna replied by rolling Becca's panties
down.  She did not pull them down all the way. She pulled them down to Becca'
s knees. She pushed her face closer and breathed lightly on Becca's pussy.
Becca rocked back briefly and moaned. Anna repeated the process. But Becca's
frustration grew -- she needed to be touched. She needed more.  Anna's
first caress of Becca's pussy was so light you would have barely noticed it. But
in that moment, Becca knew what it was to be touched by a woman. How many
times had Becca told her husband, "Not so hard?" He would back off at her
request, but would resume his ways shortly thereafter.  But Anna -- she knew.
She knew how to touch a woman's pussy. She knew the clit was too sensitive to
be touched directly at first. She knew how to just barely brush the folds
surrounding the clit. How to gently push them into the clit with just enough
pressure.  Becca's entire body seemed to become an erogenous zone. Anna
varied her pressure, and as she did Becca would rock forward and back. Becca was
by now so wet that Anna could increase the pressure bit by bit. Becca's
breathing shortened and her moans grow louder.  "Do you want me to stop, Becca?"
 Anna asked.  "O god no," Becca replied.  "You want me to continue?" Anna
replied.  "Yes," Becca said.  "Yes, what?" Anna inquired sternly.  "Yes,
please continue," Becca responded.  Anna removed her fingers from Becca's
pussy.  "Continue touching my pussy, please!" Becca said in between moan.
Anna took one finger and starting just above her hole gently and slowly moved
up toward her clit. She repeated the journey several times. Becca's
breathing became louder, she pinched her nipple with her left hand more firmly.
Anna could feel Becca's wetness: her finger glided over Becca's pussy.  Anna
knew she was ready. She took her thumb and forefinger and placed them on each
side of Becca's clit and gently squeezed. Becca's moan was uninhibited.
Anna knew she was close. She varied the pressure between her thumb and finger
and then pressed firmly with each.  Becca's orgasm convulsed her entire
body. Anna prolonged it by releasing and then pressing the clit, and as a
result, Becca's orgasm came to her in waves. Her legs started to twitch
involuntarily.  She fell to her knees. There she stayed for several minutes, looking
at the floor, lost in an erotic haze. Anna gazed at her with satisfaction.
Becca was certainly beautiful. Her blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders and
framed her breasts in a striking manner. Both nipples were erect enough to
be seen through her bra and blouse. Her legs were opened and showed her
obviously moist pussy.  Anna gently touched Becca's left cheek with a light
caress. Becca lifted her gaze and met Anna's eyes. "Did that make you feel
good, my girl?" she asked.  "Oh yes, Anna, oh yes," Becca quickly replied.  "
That is good Becca. I am glad it made you feel good." She moved her face
closer to Becca's and brushed her lips against Becca's lips. This time, it was
Anna's turn to feel aroused. She became aware of her own wetness and desire.
 All in good time, Anna thought. All in good time.  "Would you like to do
that again Becca?" Anna asked.  "Please!"  "Well, there is much to do
today. Laundry and gardening. Why don't you spend the next couple of hours taking
care of that? Then, at noon why don't you come back to this couch and stand
where you just did? And I will make you feel good again, Becca. Would you
like that?"  "Oh yes, very much."  "Well make sure you do a good job. I
will check later to make sure you have done this properly."  Anna kissed Becca
firmly and both women's arousal leapt. Anna pulled her face back from Becca
and stared into her eyes.  "And Becca, we will focus on you at first. But
there will come a time when you will need to show me you love me. When you
need to make me feel good. Do you understand what that means, Becca?"  "Yes."
"When that time comes do you agree to do what I tell you in the manner in
which I tell you to do it?"  "Yes, I will do what you ask."  "No matter
what it is? Do you understand and agree that I may tell you to touch someone
other than me? And that I will expect you will do the same things to her that
you learn to do with me?"  "Yes, I will do what you tell me."  There was no
hesitation in any of Becca's responses. And yet if she had been asked any
of these questions a week ago she would have been insulted. But Becca's
desire had overcome her reason, and she would not recover it for some time.  "
Time to get up, Becca." Becca stood up, her panties still around her knees.
Anna reached out and pulled them down. Becca understood and stepped out of
them. "I don't think you will be needing these today, do you Becca?"  "No,
Anna," she replied. "In fact, I think you should really stop wearing them
altogether."  "Yes Anna," Becca said in a voice that was tinged with a bit of
resignation. With that, she began to roll down her skirt which was around her
waist.  "No!" Anna said firmly. "Leave your skirt up. This is who you are
now, Becca. You have no need to hide your pussy. Now go and start the
laundry."  As Becca walked away Anna admired her shapely butt, which was
highlighted by her belt.  It had gone perfectly. She closed her eyes and
imagine Becca's head between her knees servicing her.

The Cleaning Lady's Submissive
Chapter 2 - Submission Acknowledged - Anna takes control over Becca, but
for how long?
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Becca began her duties immediately. She was conscious only of
three things. The first was her own dress. The dress she wore was rolled up
above her hips and tucked into her belt. As a result, she was naked from
the waist down. Her blouse too had been opened, though it remained tucked into
her skirt. As a result, she felt awkward walking to the laundry to begin
her work. Secondly, she was conscious of her own wetness. Some time had passed
since she had collapsed to her knees after reaching orgasm at Anna's hand.
And yet her pussy remained coated. It signified her need to be touched. This
need was beyond any thought about the future, or her status, or her. It was
so encompassing it overwhelmed everything else. Third, and finally, she was
conscious of love. That she loved Anna was beyond doubt. This love ran
deeper than anything she had felt before. She wanted to please Anna, to be
worthy of her. An outsider would have thought the idea absurd. None of this
mattered to her. She felt only a need to be next to Anna, to be touched by her.
And, hopefully, to be worthy of touching her. And so she went about the
laundry with great attention to detail. Each towel was folded perfectly, each
shirt ironed correctly. She hoped Anna would come and see her work and be
pleased. Anna meanwhile, sat in a daze of her own on the sofa. She lifted her
fingers and smelled them -- the smell of Becca was all over them. This was not
the first time she had seduced the woman of the house, nor the first time
that she had lured a normal woman into submission. Long ago Anna had learned
about those who submit, and those who rule. The difference to her was one of
discipline. The ruler knew discipline, how to delay gratification. The ruled
were simply too much of the moment. To them, the urgency of now obliterated
all thought of later consequences. Becca had once known discipline - but
when she married for money she no longer had any need of it. All was for the
taking. And so when Anna came into her life she viewed her as just another
object that she would be given. But Anna was stronger. She sensed Becca's
longing and forced Becca to experience the disappointment of desire unrewarded.
And so the desire grew into obsession. Anna watched Becca iron shirts. Becca'
s was certainly the perfect submissive. But as Becca worked Anna became
conscious of her own desire. There was something in the way Becca moved and in
her attitude. It had attracted Anna immediately. She had waited a long time
to fulfill her desire. She knew she needed to be careful. She was in the
process of breaking Becca's will. She must not be distracted from the task at
hand. And yet how easily images of Becca pleasing Anna came to Anna. Becca's
fingers on and in her body. Becca's mouth on her pussy. She masturbated often
to the image. At home her girlfriend, if you can ever call a submissive by
that term, noticed Anna's need for her mouth had grown enormously. Becca was
unaware of Anna's gaze. She was only aware that her desire was escalating
by the minute. She was uncertain - was touching herself permitted? But as she
folded the last towel she knew that it didn't matter. The memory of Anna's
smell, her touch, her voice simply were too much. She leaned back against
the vibrating dryer and let her hand drop to her pussy. Her hands traced her
clit expertly: she had been masturbating with increasing frequency since
Anna had come to her house. Her other hand slid over the silk fabric of her
blouse and found her left nipple She squeezed it. She caressed herself slowly
at first, savoring the pleasure. Her moans were low, her breathing uneven.
Anna smiled as Becca began touching herself. Truly she was a slut in the
making. She watched the scene for a few minutes, letting Becca near orgasm. Anna
would not let Becca cum on her own, of course. That was no longer permitted
for Becca. From now own the only orgasms Becca would have would require Anna'
s approval. At first, the approval would be freely granted. But later... Becca
's moans grew louder, her hand moved more rapidly. She was getting closer. "
What do you think you are doing?" Anna said sharply. Becca's hand stopped
immediately. "Have you finished all of the work I asked you to do?" Anna
inquired. Becca responded in a voice that showed she was near tears, "No Anna."
  Becca stifled a brief sob and said, "I am sorry Anna. I am so sorry."
Anna smiled. It is early, we must be gentle she thought. Anna said in a gentle
and reassuring voice, "Well, this is new to you, I know. So it is natural
that you feel this way. But you really must not hide this from me. It is
disrespectful. When you feel this way you must come to me. You must come to me
and I will take care of it. I am a very jealous woman, Becca. I need to know
you will only seek an orgasm in my presence and with my permission." Becca
responded immediately. "Yes Anna, I will come to you when I feel this way."
Anna replied, "And you promise not to have an orgasm out of my presence?"
Becca nodded. Anna walked to up to Becca. Her hands touched Becca's face.
Gently she kissed Becca very gently. "Good girl," said Anna. "Do you need me
to help you now?" asked Anna gently. Becca nodded.  "Bring me a chair," Anna
ordered. "And then place a towel on top of the dryer. Then sit on the dryer
and spread your legs for me," Anna said. Anna moved quickly. She brought a
barstool from the kitchen and placed it in front of the dryer. She then
spread the towel as order, sat on it and spread her legs. The obvious haste with
which these tasks were performed made Anna smile. Yes, she was a slut. And
an attractive one. Her thin waist, her large breasts, and her wide hips were
alluring in the extreme. Before sitting down she lightly kissed Becca. With
her face inches away from Becca's, Anna complemented Becca. "Very well
done Becca," she said. She lowered her voice to just above a whisper and as she
stared into her eyes, and said, "You listen to me and obey me well. It is
very important to me that you do what I tell you immediately and without
question. When you behave this way you make me want to give you pleasure." Anna
sat down on the bar stool. She placed one hand on Becca's cheek and slowly
lowered it to her breast. She then took one of the nipples between her finger
and thumb and squeezed. Anna closed her eyes and let out a soft moan. "No
Anna," she said softly. "Keep you eyes open and look into my eyes. Show me
you love me and are obedient to my desire," she continued. "Yes Anna," Becca
replied. Anna did not break her gaze as she twisted the nipple in her
fingers. She could see Becca struggle to keep her eyes opened. It was natural
that she close her eyes during sex. But this would no longer be allowed. It was
another way in which Anna broke Becca's will. With her other hand, Anna
began lightly caressing Becca's pussy. Becca let out a moan of pleasure
immediately. As Anna increased her pressure, Becca's moans increased as well. With
each caress Becca's face contorted. But her eyes never left Anna's. As she
had done before, Anna increased her pressure on Becca's clit, and as she did
so she could feel Becca's body convulse. Becca's getting close, so close.
Anna removed her other hand from Becca's breast and webbed her two middle
fingers together. She inserted them in Becca's Pussy to the knuckle. The
combined pleasure made Anna cum immediately. Anna felt Becca try to instinctively
close her legs. But that was not what Anna had in mind. She pushed her two
fingers deeper into Becca. They slid easily into Becca. Anna then began to
curl the fingers inside of her and begin tapping on the inside of her vagina.
She had long ago been taught how to identify a woman's G spot. If you were
paying attention, and how many men ever did, the flesh was easily
distinguishable. She found it after just a few taps. And once she found it she tapped
it: gently at first and then more quickly. Becca's moans were unrestrained. "
Oh my god, what are you doing to me?" she yelled. "Are you ready, Becca?"
Anna asked as she tapped her fingers. "Are you ready to pledge yourself to
me? Are you ready to submit to me?" she asked. Becca's mind had only one
thought: yes! "Anything, I will do anything you want. Just don't stop. Please!"
 Becca shouted. Anna stopped tapping. "Tell me, Becca!" Anna commanded. "
Tell me you love me and will do whatever I tell you. Or I won't allow you to
cum." Ann said. Becca's entire body was consumed with the need to cum. "I
love you, Anna," she screamed. "I will do whatever you ask," she added. Anna
replied, "Tell me you are my slut. My dirty dyke pussy slut." Inside Becca'
s mind rebelled. I am not a lesbian slut she thought. But her body told her
other wise. She had to cum and she could not! "I am you dirty lesbian slut,"
 Becca replied. She had no choice. She had to cum. "Again, louder!" Anna
replied. "I am you dirty lesbian slut!" Becca answered, loudly. With that,
Anna placed her tongue on Becca's clit. She took it in her mouth. At the same
time, she resumed her tapping. Anna was consumed with Becca's taste - she
loved both it and the obvious convulsion Becca's orgasm caused. Anna felt
Becca's legs close around her head and then shudder with each phase of Becca's
orgasms At last Becca returned to earth, and as she did she allowed Anna's
head to be extricated from her thighs. Becca was gone - on another planet.
Anna looked at her with pride. There was power in giving pleasure. Power in
giving something they had never experienced before and power in the ability
to give that pleasure again. But that power was a dangerous thing. Power's
high is always precarious. Its realization always depends on the willingness
of another to submit. It was all too easy for the one in power to become
needy, and in that need to find that they had switched roles and were now the
submissive one. So as Anna wiped Becca's wetness off her face, she once again
reminded herself. Rulers rule through self control. But the growing wetness
between her thighs suggested even that as experienced a Dom as Anna was,
even she had limits in her ability to control her own desire.

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