Sarah would find out. She put the clothes away and then went down to the dining room. Joel sat at the head of the rectangular table. He’d made sandwiches. It surprised her that he hadn’t told her to do it. She was playing the maid after all.
Gesturing to the chair, Joel said, “Have a seat.”
She rounded the table and sat on the chair. Neither of them spoke as they ate, not that Sarah had a topic in mind. When they finished, Joel cleared the dishes while Sarah waited for what came next.
“Living room,” Joel said as he passed her.
Sarah jumped to her feet and followed him.
He stopped in front of the bay window that overlooked the street outside. “Take the curtains down, wash them, and clean the windows. You’ll need to iron the curtains before you put them back up.”
“Yes, Master.”
Joel went to the couch and sat. Instead of turning on the TV, he watched Sarah. The intensity of his gaze heated her skin, but Sarah was determined to ignore him so she could work.
The curtains were hung with clip-on curtain rings. Sarah had to step onto the bay ledge in order to reach the clips. The second she stretched her arms over her head, her nipples popped out. She ignored the hitch in her clothing because the curtains shielded her from anyone who might be outside…until she took them down.
After putting the curtains in the washer, Sarah had a new dilemma. It was a bright, beautiful Saturday. The sunlight spilling into the windows lit up the entire living room. The second she stepped back onto the ledge to clean the windows she would be on full display to anyone who happened to be outside.
There was no one out there now, but that could change at any moment. She glanced at Joel, who gave her a knowing smile.
He asked, “Something wrong?”
Sarah started to state her misgivings—started and then stopped. Joel had to know the shortcomings of her outfit, even if he hadn’t been paying attention when she’d had her nipple slips. She shook her head. “No, Master.”
Facing the window and the world beyond, she decided to meet this challenge. Joel would have to try a lot harder if he wanted the Kirkland file.
The solution to her current problem was simple. She retied the apron below the skirt and petticoats so it covered her pussy. Joel didn’t protest so she took that as permission. To keep her nipples from popping out, she had to hold the front of her dress. That meant she could only use her right hand to clean and thus the task would take longer. If that was the price of her modesty, she didn’t mind paying it.
She gripped the neckline of her dress with her left hand and wiped down the windows with her right. Alternating between using the cloth and wielding the window cleaner bottle meant bending over repeatedly, which Sarah was sure Joel enjoyed.
A couple on the sidewalk glanced her way, said something to each other, laughed and then gave her one last glance as they continued on. Their appearance made Sarah strengthen her grip on the front of her dress.
When she bent to retrieve the cleaner, something blunt and coated in cool liquid bumped her asshole. She squeaked and straightened quickly while pressing close to the window. Joel stood behind her holding an anal plug with a feathered tail. It resembled a feather duster. Rather than worrying about people outside, she should’ve been worrying about the one person inside with her.
Joel said, “Your outfit was missing something. And then I remembered I forgot to give you your duster.”
“But I’m not dusting anything, Master.”
“Doesn’t matter. A French maid’s outfit isn’t complete without the duster.” He stepped closer to her and framed his free hand against her ass. “You want to look the part, don’t you?”
Sarah swallowed back her denial and whispered, “Yes, Master.”
“That’s what I thought.” Joel nudged the anal plug inside her asshole, drawing an aroused gasp from Sarah.
The long plug went deep and teased her with its rippling texture. Her gasp turned to panting when he eased the plug back out and then pushed it in again. Over and over. Sarah’s pussy twitched and her knees shook at the pleasure of it.
She pushed back while arching her ass so the plug would go deeper still, but the feathers brushing her skin told her it had gone as deep as it could. It didn’t make sense for her to crave anal penetration like this. She never had before, but Joel’s handling of the plug, his languid pace that allowed her to experience every curve and crease and bump as he moved the stiff toy inside her, was exquisite.
“Have you finished the windows?” he asked.
Windows?
Her entire focus had shifted to her ass. Because she’d braced her hands against the glass, her neckline had slipped again. Her taut nipples rubbed over the sun-heated glass with each breath she took. No one was outside to see her, which Sarah appreciated since she didn’t want to stop.