A Butler or a Slave? Kelly Sanders Copyright 2012 by Kelly Sanders  All rights reserved. Smashwords Edition No part of this publication may be copied, reproduced in any format, by any means, electronic or otherwise, without prior consent from the copyright owner and publisher of this book. This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, places and events are the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. A Butler or a Slave? You know how it is; one day you're working your dream job at an awesome company that treats you like a person, not a machine. You have everything you could ever want, with a healthy salary, a cool apartment and platinum gym membership. Then, in one crushing swoop your company goes into administration and you're left out on your ear looking for work. Well, maybe someone reading this might know how that feels, and recently I became one of them. So, as a young man in my mid 20s I thought "the world is my oyster" and started to look for a new job. My hopes were dashed considerably when I realised that my field of work had dried up since I was taken on as a post-graduate a few years before. This meant that I would have to slum it in another field in the hope that someday my dream job would surface. I looked through the limited selection of adverts in my local newspaper and online, but my choices were rapidly slimming. Nothing seemed appealing - not because of the job specification, but rather the ridiculously low salaries being offered. I was used to fine dining and expensive cars. I couldn't just give it all up for a measly pay packet. Then I noticed one advert with a very substantial salary, including healthcare and benefits. The money caught my attention before I even looked at the job title. "BUTLER REQUIRED", it read, "High-class house requires new butler for ". Desperate for any kind of work I dialled the provided phone number. A woman answered almost immediately with a stern voice, "Hello, this is the Drayton residence". "Uh... hi, I'm enquiring about the butler job" I said. "How old?" she asked. "I'm twenty six", I replied. "Hmm..." she muttered for a moment, "We are looking for someone who is utterly discrete, and who is completely open-minded". "I am" I said. "Very well then, can you attend an interview tomorrow at 12 noon?" she responded. "Yes, definitely!" I said eagerly, and with that she hung up the phone. The following day I donned my finest tailored suit and buffed up my best shoes to a mirror-like shine. I definitely looked the part to be a butler. How hard could it be to make a cup of tea and fetch the newspaper? I left for the interview in a hurry, collecting my things as I got in the car to drive to the house. I knew roughly where it was as the address was on the advert, and I vaguely knew the area it was in. It was situated in the countryside a few miles outside of the city, a part of the county where all the rich people live. As I arrived at the main gates I leaned out of the car window and pressed the speaker phone button. I heard a buzzing sound and the gates began to open. The tyres on my wheels crackled over the bumpy gravel drive, which was about a hundred yards long with small trees on either side. It was a beautiful garden which no doubt required an army of people to maintain. I rolled up to the front door, where an older woman stood waiting to greet me. She was in her late 30s and was very smartly attired in a tight black dress that reached down to her knees. It offered not even a hint of cleavage, and her dark hair was harshly pinned back. I couldn't help but think she would be really sexy if she loosened up a little. I got out of the car and she immediately barked "This way!". I followed her into the house, beeping the alarm on my car as I disappeared into the doorway. She led me into a main hall which was littered with antiques and expensive paintings. Everything was a glossy mahogany colour. We walked past several doors, which led into living rooms, dining areas and a downstairs bathroom. Finally we arrived at a study, which contained several comfy looking chairs and shelves stacked with old books on every wall. I stepped inside and watched her walk over to a large desk. She opened the top and took something out, and then sat down on one of the chairs. She looked at me and ordered "Stand here". I did as she asked, waiting directly in front of her as she scanned me up and down. "You are discrete, willing to do whatever it takes to get the job, and extremely thorough in your abilities to carry out the job?" she demanded. "Yes..." I said cautiously. "Good" she said, "Kneel!". I gave her a look of surprise, and then seeing her stern glance I knelt in front of her. "The job is extremely well paying so I will expect a lot from you" she added as I came down to her eye level. "Open your mouth and close your eyes" she commanded. It seemed really strange, but I was far too curious, and a little turned on, to resist her demands. Before I had fully opened my mouth she picked up the object she had taken from the desk, which was hiding behind her back, and rammed it into my mouth. It was bright red with leather straps on either side, which she tied around the back of my head. It was a ball gag. I was stunned, and a little frightened. "Excellent!" she said, "Although you didn't close your eyes! I will have to punish you!". She walked over to a cupboard and opened it, taking out a long metal chain and a pair of handcuffs, which she attached to her belt. I gulped, unsure what I was about to experience, but oddly excited at the same time. Then she wrapped the chain around my neck and fastened it tightly so it pressed into my skin. I gasped for breath as she yanked on the chain, dragging me across the floor on my hands and knees. She pulled on a lever and a bookcase automatically moved to the side, like something from a movie. Behind it lay a small opening which she pulled me towards. It was dark inside this new room, with just a few candles on the walls for lighting - very ominous and gothic in appearance. I crawled in as she forced the chain forwards, tying it to a metal post in the farthest corner. I knelt there and watched as she walked over to a stone table. She unravelled a large piece of cloth that was lying on top, and I heard the clink of metal objects inside. She picked one of the implements up and walked over to me, ordering "Remove your clothes. Slowly". I looked at her and was about to speak when she took out the object behind her back and waved it at me. "Don't make me use this!" she said. "W... what is it?" I tried to say, albeit completely muffled due to the ball gag. She lurched at me, pointing the end of the object at my hand. It made contact and instantly sent an electric shock through my body. The intense pain was more than enough to convince me to do as she asked. I stripped away my suit jack and undid my tie, throwing them on the floor quickly as she taunted me with the electric wand. As I unzipped my trousers she grabbed the hem at the bottom of my leg and pulled them off, throwing them on the ground next to my jacket. I knelt in front of her, wondering what next. "Keep going" she said, pointing at my boxer shorts. I took them off and she saw my semi-erect cock for the first time. I tried to cover it with my hands, but she tried to zap me again, so I just let it hang loose. She passed the handcuffs to me and said "Put them on. Behind your back!". I placed one of the cuffs around my left wrist but had trouble fastening them, so she walked behind me and snapped them tightly into place. She stood a foot away from me and slowly began to lift up her skirt, revealing her stockings underneath. They were dark nylon with frills at the top, and were connected to her black lacy knickers with suspenders. She lifted it up all the way to her waist and held it there. "Eat!" she demanded, so I gladly leaned in and started to rub her crotch through her panties with the other side of the ball gag. The warmth of her skin radiated through the material and stroked across my cheeks as I nudged her clit with my nose. She smelled fantastic, a mixture of perfume and clean fabric. She pressed her crotch firmly on my face, forcing the ball to rub hard against her pussy. She sighed and held onto the back of my head as she towered above me. I struggled to catch my breath, suffocating as I was on her vagina. She turned around and bent over, giving me a perfect view of her ass. It was unbelievably tight and firm. She unfastened her knickers from the suspenders and slipped them down her legs, kicking them off her ankles as they skidded across the floor. She backed up, forcing me to press the ball gag onto her pussy, which was soaking wet. Small droplets of moisture were drooling down over her clit, and as I pressed my mouth onto her vagina some of her juices seeped onto my lips. My nose was wedged between her ass cheeks and prodding against her anus. She picked up the chain and loosened it from the metal post, and then dragged me over to the stone table. She positioned me squarely in front of it and then walked behind me as I looked at the wall, anticipating whatever would happen next. Suddenly I felt the cold embrace of metal being clamped around my ankles. She fastened two black metal restraints around my ankles before I had a chance to look down. I was securely fixed to the floor. She yanked on the chain and tied it to a post on the other side of the table, forcing me to bend over the cold stone surface at a right angle. My ass stuck out behind me, and I knew what was coming. She pulled out a box from under the table and opened it, taking out a mess of leather straps that were all interconnected. With absolute precision she arranged it into the correct position and stepped into it, placing her legs between the straps as she pulled it up her legs. A thick black dildo protruded from a small panel on the front. She fastened the buckles around her crotch and then moved up behind me. I felt the cold, slippery lubricated surface of the dildo rubbing against my ass hole, and shivered with excitement. With her hands gripping my hips and her nails digging into my skin, she pushed the dildo forward, penetrating my anus as it slipped inside me. I clenched my fists behind my back as she thrust the black plastic into my ass. The force of her body was pushing me against the stone table, with my chest helplessly brushing over the top. I groaned over and over but the ball gag muffled my words to mere unintelligible noises. "You will do as I say always!" she screamed, "You must always obey me!". Part of me thought she was insane; the other part was just incredibly turned on at the idea of being dominated. My cock was rock hard as the dildo was rubbing over my prostate, so she reached around and started to jerk at it. With her other hand she spanked my ass cheeks, repeatedly and unrelentingly until my skin was red raw. She shouted insults at me, so many that I can't even remember, degrading me like a useless animal. She took a riders crop off the table and started to lash it across my back. The searing sensation fired throughout my body and I screamed in agony through the gag. She stopped fucking me and withdrew the dildo, but kept it fastened to her body. As my head rested on the table I heard the jangle of the metal chain being picked up again, and a second later I was yanked back down to the floor. She unlocked the cuff and pulled me over to middle of the room. "Lie down!" she ordered. "There's a good slave" she said as I flattened my body out with my legs spread open for her. She took my hands and tied rope around each wrist, and then fixed each rope to a metal loop on the floor above my head. Once again my movement was completely restricted. She went back over to the table and started to do something out of my view. I heard a strange scratching, clicking sound and then she made her way back over with a long black candle in her hand. She crouched down between my legs and an evil smile crossed her face. I braced myself as she positioned the dildo for re-entry, and squirmed as she slid it back into my ass. With her free hand she began to jerk my rigid cock, filling me with overwhelming and conflicting emotions of ecstasy and pain. She pounded the dildo into my ass, taunting me with obscene language as I focused on trying to cum. "You better not cum until I say so!" she said, and then tilted the candle slightly just above my stomach. A large splash of hot wax spilled over and crashed onto my soft skin, sending a momentary burst of blazing pain through my body. The heat subsided and I was left with a wonderful feeling of relief which amplified the pleasurably feeling of her jerking at my cock. I watched as she gripped it with her eagle-like claws, energetically wanking me off and she wildly fucked my ass. She poured more wax onto my skin, this time over my nipples and then down just above my cock. Each time as the pain dissipated I was left with the urge to cum, but I knew I was not allowed. "Please may I cum" I begged, just about making myself heard through the gag. "No, you may not!" she exclaimed, placing the candle down on the floor and replacing it with the rider's crop. She lashed it across my chest, causing flakes of wax to fly into the air and land on the floor beside me. Each time she struck me I yelled out "Please!", as I desperately wanted to cum. I looked at her body bouncing around in front of me, with her moderately sized breasts still hidden behind her dress. Those lumps in the material sent me over the edge, and let out a huge straining groan as I started to spurt a load of hot semen over her hand, her dress and my own stomach. "No! Bad slave! Very bad slave!" she screamed, withdrawing the dildo from my ass as I relaxed back onto the floor. She quickly undid the buckles of the strap-on dildo and then positioned herself over my head. I expected her to untie me, but instead she lowered her pussy down onto my face. She squashed my head onto the floor with my mouth lodged flat against her vagina as she faced down towards my limp, cum soaked dick. I extended my tongue and slid it as deep into her pussy as I could reach, lapping up her flowing pussy juices as I licked her. She started to grind her hips as she enjoyed the pleasure my tongue was giving to her, moaning excitedly. She picked up the riders crop and draped it over my skin, lightly spanking my chest with it as her breathing became heavier and noisier. Before long she was in the throes of passion and was clearly moments away from an orgasm. Her legs shook with her thighs slapping against my cheeks as I licked harder and faster, flicking my tongue back and forth over her slimy clit until she finally let out a loud groan. Her back arched forward as she started to climax, and her skin on her firm ass began to tremble. Her hips went into spasms and she collapsed forward onto my stomach. She breathed a few deep breaths and then got up, composing herself as she located her knickers. She came over to me and said "So, the job is three days a week ,we do this. Then you go home and don't tell a soul. Are you in?". I nodded. As it turned out being fired from my previous job was the best thing that ever happened to me! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find my most current list of stories and books available,please visit my website at http://www.kellysandersbooks.com