Thread: Slave Maid For Sale

Carlos lingered in the security room for a few minutes, watching the feeds from the front door area. The one built into what seemed to be a normal peephole in the front door, and the one disguised into the mosaic stonework of the front steps that allowed him to look right up between her legs. He especially enjoyed the view of the way the thong panty that was an official part of the uniform hugged her nether region. The agency had them specially manufactured labeled one size larger than they actually were so that they could supposedly issue a girl the size she said she wore and have them fit like a second skin. Looking up from below, Carlos could see they made her look more naked than if she wasn't wearing anything at all. And since she had been purchased rather than merely hired, she had been issued extra special panties, ones impregnated with a drug that would activate with moisture and body heat and, since they would be continuously riding up in between her nether lips no matter how many times she tried to adjust them, the drug would keep getting rubbed directly into her cunt, a drug which was a less potent form of the one he would eventually enslave her with. The one in her panties would stimulate her, arousing her passions, lowering her inhibitions, and making her more submissive and biddable. And the more aroused she got, the wetter her panties got and the steamier her cunt became, activating even more of the drug. Unless she was a completely frigid bitch, by the time she was done actually cleaning his entire mansion, she should be going practically insane with lust and shouldn't even consider questioning it when he suggested she deserved a cold drink after working so hard. He had paid the extra fee on more than one occasion to have such panties issued to girls who weren't being enslaved, once even for a girl who wasn't even topless, and he had never failed to convince them to have kinky sex with him. This time, he wasn't even going to try, but it would be amusing when he gave her the counter agent for the knockout drug. Because the drug in her panties wasn't sufficient to overcome the resistance she would feel waking up chained to the special table he had purchased from the agency and installed down in his basement dungeon, but it would make it so she couldn't resist enjoying her own rape. The horror she would feel as her body betrayed her and started fucking him back, joining him in orgasm, would make her rape just that much more delicious. After a few minutes of enjoying the sight up her exceedingly short uniform, and what the cool breeze outside did to her exposed nipples, he departed the security room, taking a moment on his way out to engage the thumbprint scan lock. Walking the sort distance to the front door, he arrived in a time that would be reasonable had he been in a remote section of the house when she rang the bell. As he opened the door, he wolf whistled, and then blushed sheepishly, looking for all the world like he had been unable to control his reaction at the first sight of her and was embarrassed by that. I'm sorry, he apologized, that was uncalled for, but your picture doesn't do you justice. You're far more lovely in person. You must be Emily, unless the gods have smiled on me and Emily's beautiful twin sister has decided she was so jealous over Emily's opportunity to come to my house, that she decided to come over here first to entertain me. Looking even more embarrassed, he added, Oh, how rude of me, there you are standing out in the cool morning air and I keep us talking on the doorstep. Please, come in. Saying that, he stepped aside to allow her to enter the foyer. The size of this room alone showed why Emily had been instructed to arrive first thing in the morning and expect to be working late. For one girl to clean that entire house by herself, even just for a regular weekly cleaning, would put her into overtime on her triple pay rate, since there in California all hours over eight worked in a day counted as overtime in addition to any over forty in a week. The starting pay for the job was twelve dollars an hour, so overtime on triple pay meant that each hour that exceeded eight would earn her a whopping fifty-four dollars an hour. And that was her pay, so the amount the agency charged him was no doubt astronomical. At least it was for the normal girls he had previously hired. In this case, given the fact that he had purchased her outright, the hours didn't actually matter, but she didn't know that.