“This place is a fucking wreck!”

Nadine couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Their condo was covered in trash – old pizza boxes were stacked on the recycling bin, beer cans all over the chic coffee table in front of their couch. Boxes, confetti, balloons all littered the floor, and the room reeked of cheap, stale beer.

Her head throbbed horribly — a four hour drive to visit her parents the Saturday afternoon the week before was bad enough on those roads. But a four hour drive back on a Sunday? With the Commanders playing? It might as well have been six. She hated the fact that she had to get up so early, and her parents had to watch her go while her eyes were puffy.

It all looked so blasphemous in the mid-morning light – it wasn’t even noon, and she’d been up for so many hours already! And yet, here she was, in the condo — their condo, which they owned, not rented, — that looked like it doubled for the dump. She leaned on her luggage, the large suitcases bracing her while she slipped off her boots.

Lena, her petite, raven-haired girlfriend, popped her head up over the couch, squinting in the sunlight. Her features were sharp and strong, compared to Nadine’s softer, more gentle slopes around her chin and cheekbones. Her hair was also much longer than Nadine’s, who kept it in a bob – hers reached almost down to her elbows.

But Lena looked much worse for wear. Her face was blotchy, and she still had last night’s makeup on. Her hair was poofy, disheveled. And she looked exhausted.

“I…baby, I’m really sorry, I was going to pick up last night and…” she took a whiff, and her nose crinkled.

“What happened?” Nadine asked, dumbfounded. “This is so not like you!”

“We had a party.”

“We?”

“The neighbors. Sonya and Danny, and a few of their friends. They both finished residency, and their apartment is getting renovated, so one thing led to another and…” she gestured sheepishly at the mess. “Yeah.”

“It had to happen here? And immediately?” Nadine asked, a little hurt. “You knew I was getting back today.” 

The two of them tried not to text each other too much when Nadine went on these trips — practicing distance was the ostensible reason, but sometimes, they both relished alone time, which made the reunion all the more fond. Unless, it seemed, a bunch of trash was involved.

“Oh baby, I know, believe me, but they’re going to Aruba today, this is the last chance they had, and I felt really bad,” Lena said. Nadine wanted to be mad, but she saw Lena’s eyes welling up, and all the anger drained out, slowly, like a hole in a hose. “They looked so sad. They were supposed to go somewhere else, but they got hung out to dry, I guess. So…I offered our condo.”

Nadine sighed. Her anger, instead, moved to Sonya and Danny, their two bubbly neighbors who could’ve given Ned Flanders a run for his money. Lena was a sweetheart — any sob story could’ve convinced her, and why wouldn’t she say no?

“Did they —” she started, stepping off their hall rug onto the hardwood.

Her tights beneath her feet stuck to the hardwood, a spilled drink the likely culprit. She lifted the hem of her black maxi skirt to prevent it from meeting the same fate, disgusted.

Her headache was worsening.

“I’ll change and grab the mop,” Nadine said, resigned. Her sweater and skirt, chic as it was, was not an outfit for cleaning.

“No!” Lena said suddenly, grabbing Nadine’s hand. Her eyes lit up. “You aren’t going to do a thing, Nadine. I made this mess, I’ll clean it up. Let me do it all.”

“Lena, this is a lot — “

“No. I’m not taking it for an answer,” Lena said, crossing her arms. “Besides, you don’t look so great yourself — I mean, you always look divine, but you look like you have a headache coming on.”

“Already there,” Nadine said, rubbing at the bridge of her nose. The smell of the beer was cloying, and she felt queasy.

Nadine saw Lena thinking of something, and then she smiled. “Come with me,” she said, and grabbed her girlfriend’s hand, pulling her to the bedroom.

“My luggage —”

“Leave it, I’ll get it for you,” Lena said. Her eyes were smoldering. Something was up.

“Lena, I’m —”

“I know,” Lena said. “But you don’t need to do anything. I mean it.”

She brought Nadine to the bedroom and pointed to the bed. “You can lay down…or you can watch.”

“Watch?” Nadine asked. Lena’s eyes twinkled, and she disappeared into the bathroom. She came back with some medicine and water.

“Drink, close your eyes. I’ll let you know when it’s time.”

“Time for what?” Nadine asked, but Lena didn’t answer, again. She vanished back into the bathroom. Nadine wondered what her partner was up to — Lena had a penchant for the dramatic, but whatever it was, she had a good guess it would be fun in some way. 

Nadine took the medicine and closed her eyes — in the soft, cool darkness of her bedroom, she felt the throbbing subside, the rhythm of the water pounding on the shower curtain soothing. 

She even dozed off.

One hour later...

CLACK CLACK CLACK CLACK.

Nadine stirred. A figure loomed, emerging from their large, walk-in closet.

“Lena? What time is —”

When her eyes adjusted, Nadine’s words caught in her throat.

It was Lena, all right. But she was dreamy.

She wore a tight, white button-up blouse, long sleeved and buttoned all the way to the top of her neck. She also donned sheer, see-through tights and a tight black pencil skirt that hugged her body in all the best ways, showed off the muscles and her ass in a way nothing else really did, on top of the stilettos that were easily five inches.

But that was just half of it. On her wrists and ankles, she wore plush, leather cuffs, lined with fur on the inside, hooks and keys jangling. She wore a thick posture collar that sat easily on her collarbone, and up to her chin. Lena could move her head, but only just so. 

Completing the ensemble was a leather hood that revealed only her nose and dark, piercing, hungry eyes. Her hair was pulled back in a long ponytail through the back, and she stood at attention, holding something.

Nadine sat up. She felt herself smile, felt her body respond viciously to the willingness in Lena’s eyes and heart. She felt hot, her chest tight. Lena held out the paper.

My love,

I’m really sorry about the mess. To make up for it, I hired a maid. She does a great job with cleaning, and will obey you completely. I made sure of it. I decided to give you the day with her, but you can terminate her employment early, if you want. Your choice <3

Forever yours,
Lena

Nadine put the piece of paper on their nightstand and beckoned the maid over. She moved slowly, sensually, one foot over the other, eyes burning, focused on Nadine and Nadine alone.

Nadine patted herself on the thigh, and the maid sat down in her lap.

“Are you the maid my beloved hired?” Nadine purred. She ran her fingers through the maid’s hair, and the maid nodded. Nadine lazily ran her other hand over the maid’s nipples — they responded instantly, erect and sustained.

“And you’re to do anything I say?” Nadine asked. The maid nodded again. Nadine, quick and snappy, grabbed the maid’s breasts. The maid breathed in, sharp, through her nose, but said nothing.

“Hmm, there’s quite a mess out there. I need you to clean that up, be a good girl. Can you do that for me?” she asked. The maid nodded, pressing into Nadine’s chest. Nadine heard the soft sigh, the satisfied exhalation.

She had an idea.

“I love the uniform, but I think it’s missing something,” she said, feigning sadness. The maid turned, her eyebrows furrowed, first in surprise, then in excitement, which was then masked by placid obedience as the maid continued the role. 

“Stare straight ahead. Stand up,” Nadine ordered. The maid complied.

“Bend over.” The maid did so. Nadine pulled her skirt up and pulled the tights, the lacy black underwear away, revealing it all.

Nadine went into their nightstand and grabbed two things.

“First,” Nadine said, placing the objects down on the nightstand, out of her sight. “I need you to — turn around!” she snapped, smacking the maid on the ass, hard, the red mark already forming. The maid yelped and turned. 

“First,” Nadine repeated, her tone turning icy. “I need you to know how this will work. I don’t punish for poor performance — that’s barbaric and silly. I reserve that for discipline. No, I reward for good performance. And aside from that silly little mishap,” she said, “I think you deserve a reward for making an appearance on such short notice. That can’t have been easy.”

The maid didn’t turn, but she tensed. Nadine rubbed her ass where she’d hit her, and her finger drifted, lazily, around her hips, up her inner thigh, nail gliding smoothly across the skin, and then into her, slowly and sensually. The maid was hot, and soaking wet. She whimpered beneath the hood, through something — she’d probably gagged herself with tape.

Nadine’s other hand opened a bottle and squeezed a small amount of lube out, which she rubbed all over the reward. The maid stared ahead, head rolling slightly, moans sweet and soft.

“Spread your legs, maid,” Nadine ordered, and the maid complied. Nadine swiped the object up. The maid braced her hands on the mattress, waiting.

“Your first reward,” Nadine said, leaning in, whispering into the maid’s ear, and inserted the anal plug, slowly. The maid tensed, gasped, moaned. Nadine slid her fingers further up inside her while the buttplug took the other hole. All the while, she carefully, slowly and delicately pushed the buttplug further up, until it was in and secure, the silvered, flared end fully visible.

“Good girl,” Nadine breathed. The maid trembled, on the edge. Nadine rubbed inside of her in just the way the maid loved it. She waited for her to tense, waited and waited. The maid stiffened, gasped, arched backward —

Nadine removed her fingers, sudden and distant. She pushed her maid’s head down onto the sheets, and Nadine licked her fingers — she tasted good.

“There’s your reward,” Nadine said, without any affect. “You can look at me now.”

The maid turned, her eyes full of desire and desperate for satisfaction, her orgasm denied. She was breathing heavily, her skirt still pulled up around her hips.

“Stand up straight,” Nadine said. Her eyes flicked up and down. “Do you eventually plan on looking presentable?”

Trembling with energy and arousal and an orgasm that was just on the edge, her maid pulled up her underwear, then her tights, and pulled the skirt back into place. She stood and faced Nadine, palms flat and facing up.

 “Are you ready?”

The maid nodded, nearly feverish with desire. Nadine circled her, taking the view in.

This would be fun.

She smacked her maid on the ass, and she started with a squeak..

“Then get to cleaning,” Nadine said. “I’ll watch you, and if you do a good enough job then maybe, just maybe, you can get the second part of your reward.”