Maid for You

Chapter 3

Under Jocelyn's tender loving care, the house soon began to sparkle. Clean windows and curtains let in more light. With grudging support from Marc she found a home or boxes for the odd piles of stuff which had found 'temporary homes' about the house. Clearing away those odd bits and pieces left the rooms looking larger. Marc was pleased with the result even if it meant finding new homes for thing which had been perfectly happy where they were.

Shortly before the week's trial period was up Marc looked around the house. He felt much happier in the new, brighter and clear space. He decided there and then to ask Jocelyn to stay for the whole year that she had been contracted for. Jocelyn was pleased to be asked and happy to stay.

Over the next few weeks, Marc and Jocelyn fell into a gentle rhythm. Jocelyn made coffee in the mornings and did a couple of hours of house work. Then she changed from her maid uniform into a pair jeans and T-Shirt and did her own thing. Her clothes became a signal for both of them to that said whether she was on or off duty.

Marc came out of the office one lunch time to find her painting the table and chairs in the dining area. She was obviously taking great care to capture the way that the light came through the window and landed onto the polished wooden table. He was impressed with her art. The rich grain of the tabletop seemed to glow in her painting. She obviously had talent.

Then, later in the day, Jocelyn would change back into her maid uniform and make a simple evening meal. They would chat for a bit while Marc ate the meal that she had cooked for him. Then Jocelyn would clear the table, eat, wash up (or more accurately, stack the dishwasher) and then disappear off to her room for the rest of the evening.

Marc slowly got used to having a little time free each day. He strongly resisted the urge to just put in extra hours at work and either read, fixed some of the small things that any house always seems to have that need doing, or pottered in the garden for a while.

One afternoon, Jocelyn was looking through Marc's bookshelf hoping to find a book that she could borrow to read. There were a large number of books which were clearly related to Marc's business. These did not interest Jocelyn at all. Escaping the business world had been one of her goals when she had decided to look for a position as a maid. There were some non-fiction books on an odd assortment of topics: everything from mushrooms to sailing. The odd collection made her wonder if Marc stayed interested in any topic outside of his work for very long. Her eyes flitted over the collection of thrillers, a complete set of James Bond, some classic fantasy and science fiction; the odd romance stuck out like a sore thumb.

Close to giving up hope of finding something interesting to read, her eyes fell to a couple of cardboard boxes at the bottom of the shelf. Curiosity got the better of her and she pulled out one of the boxes and opened it up. Inside was a mix of magazines and erotic books. Jocelyn had learned from experience that most men have a collection of erotic reading hidden away somewhere. It was mostly harmless copies of Penthouse, Hustler, and other some classic erotic fiction. This was a little different. These were a darker kind of erotic fiction than Jocelyn had come across before. They featured women in bound in rope or chains with titles such as "The Forest of Bondage" and "Brought to Heel". Her curiosity piqued, Jocelyn picked out a book at random and put the box back. Then she quickly scurried away to hide the illicit book in her room before Marc noticed that it was gone.

After Marc had finished eating that evening, Jocelyn cleared up quickly and hurried off to her room to read the book that she had found. At last, a real insight into that side of Marc that he kept hidden. Hidden from her, hidden from the world, and possibly even hidden from himself.

The book told a tale of an innocent young woman making a pilgrimage during the middle ages. The train of carriages was waylaid, the carriages robbed, and the young heroine was stolen by a bandit. At first the bandit intended to hold her for ransom and she was held in chains to stop her from running away. As time passed, the bandit began to play games with her. He made her cook and serve his food. Her skirts were cut short by his knives to show more of her legs.

When the messenger returned without the ransom money, just a note to say that the noble lord had no daughter and that there must be some mistake, the bandit was furious. Once he had vented his anger, he took the hapless maid and shook her until her teeth rattled. The woman, scared in the face of his anger, admitted that she had lied to him and was nothing but a lowly handmaiden. The bandit tied her to a tree and intended to leave her there. The maid begged and begged that she would do anything to please him if he would just take her with him. The bandit relented and took her to his bed for his pleasure. The book went on to describe the weeks that followed with each new idea that the bandit had to take his revenge on the young, but no longer innocent, woman who had deceived him.

Jocelyn flushed at the things the bandit made the young woman do, but the book excited her as well.

The young woman in the story began to take delight in her punishment and pleasuring the bandit. This only caused that bandit to find crueler and more shameful ways to punish his woman. But it seemed that the more cruel and shameful the punishment was, the greater the erotic pleasure that the woman received.

Jocelyn found herself identifying fully with the heroine of the book. The thought of being tied and forced to pleasure Marc appealed to her no end. Stop. What was that? She wanted to be tied and forced to pleasure Marc! When did that happen?

Jocelyn was shocked out of her revelry as she realized it was true. She did want to be tied, punished and forced to serve Marc. She wanted him to master her sexually. Is that why I have never really found anyone that I wanted to have sex with? Because I want is to be punished, owned, and used? Gods, just asking the question excites me! But does Marc want to do that? Why would he have all these books if he didn't want to? But does it mean that he would want me to please him like that? Of course he would... wouldn't he?

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