Lady Eleanor's Collection 1: Lady's Maid

Story 1 - Lady’s Maid

Annette walked the short way out of the village from the bus stop where she had got off.  It had taken her ninety minutes to reach it from her home, but the advantage of this post was that it offered accommodation.  At eighteen she was keen for an opportunity to get away from her parents’ home and her squabbling brothers and sisters.

As she walked on, she knew that if she had not had the detailed plan which Lady Eleanor had sent her, then she would have missed the turning.  It disappeared into a natural tunnel of overgrown trees and bushes.  The driveway turned sharply and she was soon out of sight of the road.  Then the path emerged in front of a large gateway.  Behind was a big house, nothing on the scale of the stately homes she had visited on coach tours with her mother, but even so she was excited at the prospect of working for an actual lady.

Annette pressed the dark iron button in the brick gate post and one of the large gates swung open.  She walked through and it closed behind her, but given the weak sunshine Annette felt comfortable rather than intimidated; she could not imagine walking this way at night.  The grounds were overgrown, but Annette had heard from an old woman on the bus that Lady Eleanor had only recently returned from America and was putting the house back in order: hence her need for a maid.

As Annette approached the front door a woman emerged.  She was not what Annette expected.  She looked as if she was in her late thirties.  Her hair was blonde and done into braids.  She wore a long sweeping black coat which stretched to her ankles.  Her feet rose on high sharp heels.  She also wore tight black trousers and a halter top.  As Annette stepped closer she realised they were all of a glossy vinyl.  The woman looked dressed for a night club rather than an interview.  This was the sort of thing some of Annette’s friends wore when they went out for an evening on the town, but Annette herself had never had the courage to try anything so sexy.

“Lady Eleanor?”  Annette asked tentatively, wondering if the woman was her daughter or a house guest.

“Yes, that’s me.”  The woman smiled broadly and shook Annette’s hand.  “You must be Annette.  Great to see you.”

Lady Eleanor ran her eyes right over Annette from head to toe.  She had made an effort to look smart and had done her hair and make-up very carefully.  Though it was quite intimidating to be studied this way, Annette was happy to tolerate it if she got the job.  Her potential employer seemed pleased.

“Wonderful, follow me.”

Lady Eleanor walked back through the door into a large entrance way, much of it draped with dustsheets.

“Don’t worry, you won’t be expected to clean all this.  You’ll be serving me more directly.  I’ll get professionals to do a clean.  Since I got back last month, I’ve been living in a few rooms down here as I get things organised.  Come through.”

Annette gazed around excitedly; this was the kind of house she had dreamed of working in.  They stepped through into a small lounge.  Here everything was clean, though still quite spartan with just a three-piece suite, a coffee table and a sideboard.  However, there was also a life-sized statue in glossy black stone stood by the door at the other side which Annette guessed led deeper into the house.  The statue looked like some Ancient Egyptian goddess.

Coffee things were already laid out on the table and Lady Eleanor went to these sitting on one of the armchairs.  Annette sat down in the other as Lady Eleanor indicated for her to do so.  Lady Eleanor poured coffee and gave it to Annette without asking if she wanted some.  Annette was nervous and felt it rude to refuse so began sipping it as Lady Eleanor spoke.

“As you see things are still under wraps, but it should all be in working order soon.  You’ll have a room on the top floor, with its own bathroom; that’ll be your personal space.  The duties are much as what I said in the advert: you’ll help me with my wardrobe particularly for the parties I host, so there’ll be some late nights but you’ll be recompensed.  There’ll be quite a few house guests and other visitors so you’ll serve them and me.  It won’t all down to you, there’ll soon be other slaves...”  Lady Eleanor laughed lightly, “servants coming here too.  I’ll provide the uniform which you’ll be expected to wear whenever you’re in the house.”

“Right.”  Annette said, finding it a little difficult to concentrate as Lady Eleanor rattled on.  She drank more of the coffee in the hope it would help her focus a bit better.

“So what do you think?  I believe you’ll be ideal for the job.”  Lady Eleanor said enthusiastically.  "You can start immediately.”

Annette was hesitant feeling pretty overwhelmed by how fast all of this was progressing.  For some reason the fact that Lady Eleanor had not interviewed her properly made her feel suspicious.

“Erm, I’m not certain I want it.”  She said.

“Nonsense, it is too late now, I have decided for you.  I will make all the decisions for you from now on.”

Annette felt strangely on edge, she fidgeted in her chair, she was finding it difficult to think clearly, she found it hard to say no to Lady Eleanor.

“The stimulant is beginning to work.  It won’t be long now.”  Lady Eleanor explained.

“The stimulant?”  Annette asked nervously.

“Yes you have just drunk a stimulant which will arouse you sexually all over your delightful body.”

As Lady Eleanor said it Annette realised that her breasts were hardening as they as if felt they were being teased.  She could tell that her pussy was softening and her clitoris was becoming erect.  It was embarrassing to feel this way at a job interview, but Annette could find no way to douse her arousal.

“Once you have begun to enjoy that you can change into your proper clothes and become my maid.”

Lady Eleanor twisted to reach behind the sofa and pulled out first up a glossy black mini-dress that Annette quickly realised was of latex and then lifted a pair of thigh-length boots.  She put the boots on the floor in front of her and held up the dress for Annette to see.

Annette gasped, already she was feeling the urge to strip and then increasingly to put on these sexy clothes.  Any rational thoughts that that was wrong could not penetrate through the excitement her body was feeling.  Annette tried to resist, to stop herself, but she could not, her body’s urges were taking over.  She began panting slowly.  Though her sexual experiences were limited, she found it incredible that she was being turned on so strongly and in front of a woman.  Uncontrollably she began to undo her blouse and then her bra, exposing her aroused breasts.  She felt a burst of pleasure run through her like a reward for doing what was expected of her.  She looked at Lady Eleanor whose expression showed she was clearly delighting in the show.  That surprisingly made Annette eager to be naked before the stimulant took full effect.  She removed her shoes and shifted back and forth so she could slip off her skirt.  Distantly she felt alarmed by how wet her panties were but as she moved to remove them something held her back and instead took off her hold-up stockings.  Lady Eleanor came across and took away the clothes and Annette found she knew that she would never have them back again.

Annette looked up at Lady Eleanor, feeling incredibly impressed by the power of this woman.  She slowly guided Annette off the chair to standing.  Annette made no move as Lady Eleanor removed her panties and tossed them across the room.  She followed as her employer took her hand and led her back to her own chair but then down on to the floor.

“You are better off there, at my feet.”  Eleanor said smiling, her hand resting on the young woman’s head.

Now the heat within her began to build even faster.  Annette could not resist, she was already beginning to shudder with the pleasure building within her and she glanced down at her body so taut in its arousal.  Distantly she felt Lady Eleanor stroking her clitoris and the lips of her pussy.

“Stimulant oil.”  She said as she rubbed the liquid onto Annette.

Lady Eleanor sat back and watched as Annette dissolved into orgasm, her hands stroking across her slick body, her back arched, her hard breasts thrust out, simply grunting and moaning as the pleasure rose in her and continued as if it were never going to end.  Eleanor smiled, stood and quickly went to the sideboard from which she produced a small camera and began recording Annette as she underwent her transformation into a sex-toy.

“The process is irreversible; first you are becoming properly sexualised and then with one of my lovely collars around your neck, you’ll become my pet, completely obedient, utterly erotic.”

Annette was writhing with the pleasure, as orgasm took her, she felt distant to everything around her, but what Eleanor was saying seemed to seep deep into her mind, as if it were her own thoughts.

“You are Layla, I am your mistress.”  Lady Eleanor said forcefully.

The name, the command, cut right through the fussiness in Annette’s thinking.  They locked on in her mind and she felt they were far more important than anything else.

“That’s it, Annette Coombs has gone, you do not know her, you are just Layla; you are my slave.”

“Layla … slave.”  Annette said the words breathlessly as she sprawled over the floor one hand tweaking her hard nipples, the other deep in her slick pussy.

“Yes, that is it, Layla, my slave, my pet.”

Annette just panted, “Yes, yesss.”

As she hissed her reply, orgasm swept through Annette sending her convulsing, shuddering, shrieking in pleasure across the floor.  She peaked again and drifted away her heart pounding and every fibre of her body straining with the thrill coursing through her.

Annette was barely aware of Lady Eleanor coming over to her once more, her camera in one hand and something like a small circular belt in the other.  Eleanor bent down and encompassed Annette’s neck with the belt, a collar, Annette dimly realised.  As it snapped shut with a click, her mind was filled with new thoughts.  She battled to cling on to memories of her home, of her family of her own name, but they were all being quickly erased.  In their place stood the certainty that she was Layla and that she served Lady Eleanor any way she wished, particularly, she understood with a delightful chill, sexually.

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Layla awoke naked, apart from a glossy black collar locked around her neck.  She felt that there were things she had to remember, but that they were buried beneath new, more insistent thoughts.  Her body still tingled.  She was not surprised to find herself on the floor with scent of her sex rich on her skin.  Her mistress was sat on the sofa, her glossed legs thrust wide apart as she stroked her pussy.  Layla found she liked the fact that her mistress could be aroused looking at her like this.

"Get dressed, Layla."  Eleanor said firmly, a little surprisingly to Layla, as if she was eager to see if the command would be accepted.

Layla moved to obey her mistress, without thinking because that was what she did, she had no power to disobey.  Layla saw the rubber mini-dress on the sofa and the thigh length boots standing in front of it; she knew these were hers.  She walked confidently across to them.  She stepped into the glossy dress and eased it up her body.  Despite the powder inside she found it a little challenging to get on.  However, soon her bum had become a shiny hemisphere held by the short skin-tight skirt.  Her breasts were hard and aroused as they soon were coated in the black shiny rubber, her nipples straining against the gloss.  Now her body was wrapped in shiny black rubber, running slippery up her thighs and midriff to her arms and breasts.  It rippled and squealed as she moved to the thigh-high boots.

For some reason Layla found the boots unfamiliar but she knew they were incredibly sexy and Lady Eleanor would be keen to see her in them.  They were of latex too and after some trial and error she was able to slide first one and then the other up her legs, almost reaching the bottom of her dress.  She stood, tottering a little on their high heels.  As she looked down, she saw now every contour of her legs was shown in the shine.  She move tentatively then with more confidence, so after some minutes she was able to strut on her high heels, her rubber-bound bum swaying as she did.  She felt that she had truly become Lady Eleanor's maid.

Lady Eleanor gestured for Layla to approach.  She walked towards her mistress and stood in front of her.  Lady Eleanor indicated for her to turn round and she seemed to admire the smooth rubbered lines of Layla's body and then reached out to stroke her smooth, slippery bum.

“Turn again.”  Lady Eleanor ordered and Layla did so, enjoying the squeal of her rubber clothes as she moved.

Lady Eleanor reached out to run her fingers between Layla’s thighs and stroked at her naked pussy, whilst her other hand caressed Layla’s slippery bum.  Layla panted at the sensation, she enjoyed it when her mistress fondled her.

“Good.”  Lady Eleanor said.  “Put on your gloves.”

“Yes, Mistress.”  Layla took the long, sleek gloves and eased them all the way to her elbows. 

Lady Eleanor smiled as Layla admired her glossy hands.

“Excellent.”  Lady Eleanor said sitting back down.  “Now, Layla, lick me out.”

“Yes, Mistress.”  Layla eased herself to the floor and crept on all fours to her mistress, her pert glossy bum thrust up as she moved, her slippery boots sliding across the carpet.  Then her head was between her mistress’s own gloss-covered legs sliding smoothly up to her sex.  Layla lapped at her mistress, enjoying the fact she could show her devotion to her.  She found it odd that her mistress’s juices tasted unfamiliar and that her tongue soon ached.  She wondered if she was doing it right.  However, she was guided by her mistress’s hands, then as she improved, by Lady Eleanor’s rising sounds of pleasure.  Soon it was delightful to feel the slippery lips and the hard clit beneath her tongue.  She kept on as directed until finally her mistress, shuddered, her thighs clamping on Layla’s head trapping her in until her mistress orgasmed.  Layla continued tonguing her mistress until ordered to stop.  She then reclined where she felt she belonged, at her mistress’s feet.

Lady Eleanor stroked her rubber-coated maid, smiling in what Layla hoped was delight.  At the moment, she had no way to know that her mistress was pleased that the control collar appeared to work so perfectly, reinforcing the conditioning and the stimulant.  It would only be many months later that Layla would learn her mistress’s ability to re-write a woman’s personality completely, to make her servile, obedient, rubber-loving and erotic.  However, it would be far sooner that she discovered that Lady Eleanor’s plan of building a harem in this house was feasible.

“Again.”  Lady Eleanor ordered and Layla’s tongue resumed its pleasurable work.  “Let’s see if by the end of today we can make you the expert I need you to be.”

Layla hoped that she could.