Jessica stood in the grand kitchen of the mansion, her reflection in the polished steel countertops distorted by the tight, glossy latex that encased her body. The French maid uniform, a gift from her master, hugged every curve, its deep black sheen accentuated by the crisp white apron and cuffs. The collar around her neck, locked in place, was a constant reminder of her role—a role she had willingly embraced, though she didn’t fully understand its depths yet. Her master had summoned her to deliver a fresh cup of coffee, and she moved with practiced grace, the latex squeaking softly with each step. The kitchen was immaculate, as always, but her mind was elsewhere, curious about why her master had requested her presence so early in the morning.
She poured the coffee into a delicate China cup, its steam curling upward as she carried it carefully on a silver tray. The mansion was quiet, the only sound the soft click of her heels against the marble floors. She descended the staircase, her heart fluttering with anticipation. Her master was a man of few words, but his commands were always precise, and she prided herself on her obedience. As she approached the cellar door, a chill ran down her spine. The dungeon was down there—a place she had heard whispers about but never seen. Her master had never taken her there before, and the thought both excited and unnerved her.
The door creaked open as she pushed it, revealing a dimly lit staircase that led into the depths of the mansion. The air grew cooler with each step, carrying a faint metallic scent that made her nostrils flare. At the bottom, the dungeon stretched before her, its walls lined with chains, restraints, and objects she couldn’t quite identify. The room was bathed in a soft red glow from the overhead lights, casting long shadows that danced across the stone floor. Her master stood in the center of the room, his tall figure commanding yet calm, his eyes fixed on her as she approached.
“Jessica,” he said, his voice low and steady. “You’ve brought my coffee. Excellent.” He took the tray from her, his fingers brushing hers briefly, sending a shiver through her body. She stood still, her eyes downcast, waiting for his next command. He sipped the coffee slowly, his gaze never leaving her. “You’ve done well,” he said finally. “But there’s more to be done. This place needs cleaning. Attend to it.”
Jessica nodded, her mind already racing with the task ahead. She moved to the nearest surface, a long wooden table, and began wiping it down with a cloth she found nearby. Her movements were deliberate, her latex-clad body gleaming under the red lights. As she worked, she felt his eyes on her, and the weight of his gaze made her breath quicken. She was aware of every inch of her body, the latex clinging to her skin like a second layer, the collar tight around her neck.
When the room was spotless, her master stepped closer, his presence filling the space around her. “You’ve done well,” he repeated, his voice now laced with a commanding tone. “But there’s one more task. You will obey my every command, Jessica. Do you understand?”
She hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew this tone—it was the one he used when he wanted her to submit completely. “Yes, Master,” she whispered, her voice barely audible as her deeply embedded hypnotic trigger kicked in with full force.
“Good.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small key, unlocking the collar around her neck. As the lock clicked open, a wave of warmth washed over her, and her mind fogged with a sudden, overwhelming need to obey. “Maid does suck everything coloured green in this room Now,” he said, his voice firm. “And you will do it without question.”
Jessica’s eyes widened as she looked around the dungeon, her gaze landing on various objects—a green whip, a green silk rope, a green leather cuff. Her master stepped closer, his hand resting on her shoulder, guiding her toward the center of the room. “Begin with this,” he said, his voice low and commanding.
He dropped his trousers, revealing a green condom stretched tightly over his erect cock. Jessica’s breath caught in her throat as she knelt before him, her latex-clad body gleaming under the red lights. She reached out, her fingers tracing the outline of the condom, feeling its smooth surface against her skin. Her master’s hand tangled in her hair, pulling her closer, and she opened her mouth, taking him in slowly, her lips wrapping around the condom-covered shaft.
She moved her mouth up and down, her tongue swirling around the latex, her hands gripping his thighs for support. Her master groaned softly, his fingers tightening in her hair as he thrust gently into her mouth. The sound of her wet mouth and the squeak of her latex uniform filled the dungeon, the only noises in the otherwise silent room. She sucked him harder, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper, her mind blank except for the need to please him.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Suck it, Jessica. Suck my cock until I cum.”
She obeyed, her mouth working feverishly, her body trembling with the effort, and her nipples hardening inside her latex dress. Her master’s grip on her hair tightened, and she felt him swell in her mouth, his breath coming in sharp gasps. With a low groan, he came, his cum filling the condom, the warmth spreading through her mouth. She swallowed reflexively even though there was nothing to swallow, her eyes closing, her body buzzing with a mix of pleasure and submission. She felt a wetness spreading through her latex knickers.
Her master pulled away, his trousers falling back into place as he stepped back, his expression unreadable. “You’ve done well, Jessica,” he said, his voice distant. “But your task is not yet complete.”. As he pulled off the filled condom, she knew what she needed to do. He handed it to her, and she poured the contents into her mouth and swallowed it in one go, the warm and sharp taste being something she loved and hated in equal measure. She suspected he'd eaten mushrooms for his lunch as she could taste it in his cum, a food that she despised.
Before she could say anything, he produced a set of shackles, chaining her wrists and ankles to the wall. The cold metal bit into her skin, contrasting sharply with the warmth of the latex and the taste lingering in her mouth. “Stay here,” he commanded, his voice final. “And think about what you’ve done.”
With that, he turned and left, the door closing behind him with a soft click. Jessica was left alone in the darkness, the red glow fading to black as the lights shut off. She strained against the chains, the latex creaking with her movements, but they held firm. Her mind raced, trying to piece together what had just happened. The hypnotic suggestion he had triggered was still lingering, clouding her thoughts, but she couldn’t shake the feeling of abandonment, of being left in the dark, both literally and metaphorically.
She wondered how long she would be left there, chained and alone, her body still buzzing with the aftermath of her submission. The dungeon was silent now, the only sound her shallow breathing and the occasional creak of the chains. He really had total control over her, and at that moment, she really longed to rub herself to a climax. The chains had other ideas.