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“Stop right there,” he said. “Hands on your waist.”

I took the humiliating position, knowing he would just force me to do it if I tried to refuse. What shocked me though was that despite my objectification in the uniform, Ididfeel sexy and desirable—and I liked that he wanted me.

Very much so.

In that position, displaying my ass to him, I blushed all over again at the sight I knew was presented to him. For the panties in the back were little more than a string, diving between my buttocks, the lace firm and shaming against my bottomhole. I’d never liked thongs, and I didn’t like them now, but still I hoped he was pleased by what he saw at that moment.

That he didn’t say a thing, staying utterly silent, somehow made me more nervous, and I found myself bizarrely berating myself for not being more cooperative, or wondering what I could have done to be more alluring to his eye.

He’s already got you brainwashed, and he hasn’t even needed to try.

“Very good,” he murmured, and I jerked slightly as his rough palm caressed my right buttock. “Turn around, girl.”

I faced him once more, but I couldn’t bear to meet his gaze, staring down at the floor instead, the shaming bulge of my breasts filling my vision.

“Look at me, Lola.”

That was the last thing I wanted to do, but I raised my eyes to his, swallowing down a whimper at the triumph and lust I saw in his dark gaze.

“You’re to wear this any time you’re on duty. I’ll leave the choice of heels up to you, but they’d better be no less than three inches—and I prefer five or more.”

I shivered at that, picturing myself having to totter through my cleaning duties in ridiculous spike heels, knowing how they would make my ass jiggle and sway as I moved.

Ellis continued. “I want you in uniform at all times when you’re cleaning, no matter who may be in the house, and no matter what it is I may or may not be doing. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, sir,” I said, trying not to think about what he implied by ‘no matter who may be in the house.’ The prospect of anybody but Ellis seeing me in that ridiculous getup was utterly mortifying. I didn’t think I’d be able to survive that level of humiliation.

And yet my pussy was hot and wet, the lips slipping together slickly. Was I actually getting turned on from being objectified and humiliated in this way? At that point nothing would surprise me, because the fact was he seemed to know my body better than I did.

It was either dark magic, or the man was pure evil.

Pure, sexy evil, that is.

He stroked my hip, the fingertips playing with the thin band of my panties, his thumb laid upon the exposed flesh there, making me tingle. Even the most minor casual touches were stirring things within me, and I had no idea what to make of it.

“I know Saturday isn’t your typical day for working, but I want to see you working today, nonetheless.” He reached around and slapped my bottom, and I cringed at the way my buttocks bounced and jiggled. “Now, go find something to clean.”

CHAPTER18

Ellis

For the next three or four days, I tried my best to stay away from her. She looked so mouthwateringly good in that outfit, like a French maid from my most twisted dreams, that I knew as soon as I saw her I wouldn’t be able to resist her anymore.

It was Thursday, and the day had been rough, something that seemed to be more and more common of late. So, I decided to go home early, even though it vastly increased the chances of me encountering Lola.

I’d take that chance.

Of course, part of me very much wanted to see her, especially considering that, if she were doing as she was told, she’d be wearing her new—and incredibly slutty—uniform.

The rain was falling sideways as I strolled up the sidewalk, my key already out. My head was pounding, but I knew it was stress related—which was all the more reason for me to go home and relax for a bit.

As soon as I stepped in the front door, closing and locking it behind me, I could hear the strange noise. But it was much too faint to make out exactly what it was. Trying to put my finger on what it was, I dropped my briefcase by the front door in the foyer, shedding my coat, wiping the icy rain from my cheek. As I walked down the hallway toward my room, the noise was louder. As I reached the stairwell, it was louder still.

Stalking up the risers, I could begin to make out what it was. It was a buzzing.

That can’t be. You’re just wishing that’s what it is.

When I reached the door of the first guest bathroom, the one directly across from Lola’s room, I knew.

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