by Writing Shark
Two weeks later
“I’m definitely looking forward to you joining us for dinner again tomorrow honey.”
For the past 14 days, Grace Hoover has spent every spare minute in the Winters home learning everything she needs to know about her new life. It was awful. Mister Winters, now ‘Sir’ to her – the matter of address had quickly settled – had been a harsh taskmaster and Grace had felt more like a student, a young, inexperienced girl who had been spanked more than once a day. Sometimes she had watched young Gemma squealing when her bottom turned red, but the cute girl had always enjoyed it, while Grace feared being dismissed from her role with every spanking. And it was wonderful. After each lesson she proved that she now knew more about what was required of her and Mister Winters, Sir, was always proud of her and quickly Grace understood that her true calling was not to teach and guide but to learn and serve. She had never felt freer than when Mister Winters had choked and spit in her face, only to praise her as a ‘good girl’ and give her an orgasm that left her stumbling for hours on wobbly legs through the already well-known house. Sometimes this exhaustively fucked weakness had inflicted punishment on her as she was too foggy in the head to perform her other tasks well but Alice had assured her that sexual dependence and obsession to her father and his cock was exactly what was expected of her.
And addicted she had quickly become. Orgasms had become her payment. Praise her drug. A rock-hard, overwhelmingly large and incredibly skilled cock that could turn off her silly brain was her teacher and Mister Winters was her guiding star, leading her to the place she desperately wanted to get to, which he showed her and for whose existence she will be eternally grateful to him. She isn’t a true lesbian but in the last two weeks she had more sex with the three daughters than with Harold in her whole marriage.
Now, on the last day of her hard training, Grace Hoover has made it. She is more exhausted than after the all-nighters of her studies, all her orifices ache and she licked the three daughters so long last night that it is difficult for her to speak today, which her husband noticed when he called, but she is happy. She has arrived in a world, a community that rewards her for things the rest of the world takes for granted.
Harold would be ashamed of her, maybe even disgusted by all the cum and spit and cunt slime she wears on her sore body but Grace understands that he can never give her the credit, never the happiness she feels when she’s done it and the big testicles of Mister Winters press against her chin and her vision turns black. Never will Harold understand what a high it is to be called a ‘good girl’ after a hard day at school, several hours of pussy licking, and several more hours of hard, relentless fucking simply because you didn’t fall unconscious.
“I look forward to seeing you too honey.” It’s a lie, Grace wants to stay here. Forever. Forever with the three girls she’s come to know better than she ever could as a teacher. With Hellen taking care of her and massaging her jaw after James has cum down her throat. She has even been able to exchange a few words with Amy and it fills her with pride that Hellen allows her to remove the woman’s chastity belt, trusting her not to make Amy come. While she is allowed to!
“Listen, honey,” she says, having to strain not to just kick Harold off the line. “I have to cook something for mom. She’s already feeling better but I have to take care of her today.” Her sick mother was the perfect excuse for her family. Especially because old Mrs. Hoover can always get sick again as soon as James or Alice need Grace and her devoted services. She quickly hangs up and turns to James.
“I’m sorry Sir,” she says politely. “Now I am completely at your disposal.” James places a hand on the head of petite Gemma and the girl pulls back from his cock and wipes her mouth with a dopey smile. Grace licks her lips, but then forces herself to look her master in the eye. He pulls up his pants and walks up to her, placing his hand on her cheek and making her sway.
“You’ve been good the last two weeks.”
“Thank you Sir. Sir, did I pass your examination?” James lets her shake a little more, then smiles.
“You did.” She moans with happiness and lust. He nods his head and Grace follows it. From the next room comes Alice, naked and her cunt wet. Elise is not to be seen but it seems that Gemma is getting a lot of attention from the master at the moment. But Alice and Elise get along very well. Alice carries a package in front of her. She smiles.
“When I asked daddy to take and train you, I didn’t think you were such a natural,” she says proudly, standing next to the master.
“Thank you, Ma’am.” Grace bows. Then Hellen comes into the room, dressed and smiling warmly. At school they treat each other professionally but here at home Grace is still amazed that Hellen doesn’t take advantage of her, even though she is under the mother of the house here. She is grateful to the woman for that.
“And we have decided on a role that you will hold from now on.” Alice hand her former teacher the package. “Unwrap it. It’s a gift.” Grace beams with joy. Yet it is she who has received the greatest gift: A simple life with clear responsibilities, great rewards, helpful educations, assistance if she has questions, and so much, so much sex.
“Thank you Sir, Ma’am.” She quickly and excitedly unwraps the package and looks at her gift. On one hand, it doesn’t surprise her. Her training was heading to this exact fate. But she has also seen what happened to poor Amy and Grace is more than grateful that the Winters family has recognized and encouraged her true qualities. “My God… Thank you Sir… Thank you Ma’am… I don’t know what to say…”
“Put it on” James smiles contentedly and presses Alice and Hellen on his sides.
“Yes Sir, with pleasure.”
“So, Sir, Ma’am? How do I look?”
The black and white maid’s uniform fit like a glove. The Winters family had plenty of opportunities to take her measurements. With Harold, who was always so terribly shy, Grace had always been ashamed of her somewhat small breasts. The maid’s uniform, however, lifts her breasts nicely and shows a gorgeous cleavage while she herself is surprised at the classic look. It is a real uniform, sexy yes, seductive yes, but not too worish. The black skirt with white ruffles bobs as she giggles and turns in circles, showing just a tiny bit of her butt. Only when she bends over one can see her vagina winking welcoming between her legs. And the plush shoulders hold the short sleeves on her upper arms as well as the black collar with the white decorations and the golden ring through which a chain can be passed. And of course she has a hairband that completes the submissive look as well as the black stilettos and white tube socks do. She looks just a little slutty she thinks, but mostly… owned, just the way she feels.
“I am so grateful. What can I do to say thank you? Please?”
The women look at the man. He nods in satisfaction, turns, reaches behind him and turns back to Grace.
“You know what I want from you…Grace.” The teacher groans and bend her knees a bit, holding her hand in front of her twitching groin. She’s earned her name. And she doesn’t think about it as she bows to the man with a curtsy, showing him respect and obedience.
“I won’t let you down Sir.”
With that, she accepts the second package, the second uniform. And the knockout drops.
Grace is happy.
Writing Shark 