A Maid's Secret Life: Discovered Fantasy Bondage Tale

Hello everyone. Here is my inaugural bondage tale: Discovered Fantasy I completed it all today as a personal challenge. It’s the first time I’ve penned something like this. I hope you like it!

Discovered Fantasy I folded my maid’s dress and placed it in the container, atop the rest of my attire and footwear, alongside my ‘breasts’. I secured it with locks and stored the case in my wardrobe beside another locked one. Inside were various gags, plugs, cuffs, rope, and collars—everything required to satisfy myself and soothe my bondage cravings. I had been tidying up dressed as a maid, preparing the house for guests. My girlfriend let herself in. I’ve enjoyed bondage since childhood, beginning with string and socks used as ties. I’m not entirely sure why it appeals to me; nothing calms me like being restrained. My current partner is more recent; we met by chance and are very happy together. My only worry was that she might discover my hidden passions, and I wasn’t certain how she’d react. As she climbed the stairs, I closed the closet door. I hurried from the room, meeting her in the bedroom doorway for a kiss. She guided me back downstairs where I began cooking dinner. In our relationship, I am the submissive one, handling everything. Whenever possible, I cooked for us both; on weekends, I cleaned my own home wearing my maid outfit before changing into regular clothes to tidy up at my girlfriend’s house. I was constantly busy serving her while she relaxed. If I had paused to think, I might have predicted what happened that day. I combined ingredients and prepared another excellent meal for her. We ate and chatted; as I washed the dirty dishes, she headed upstairs to the bathroom. After finishing drying up, she called me back. I tossed aside the towel, answered her call, and went upstairs. She was standing beside my bed. To reach my room from downstairs, you must climb the stairs and pass through the bedroom to get to the bath. If I hadn’t left the closet door ajar, she wouldn’t have spotted the cases as she walked past on her way up. The cases remained closed and locked, resting on my bed. “Sit down,” was all she said, gesturing toward the side of the bed. “There’s no room,” I replied. The cases were spread out, and there weren’t any chairs in my bedroom. “On the floor.” She looked at me expectantly. “I’ll stand,” I attempted to sound innocent. “Now!” Her tone allowed for no other choice. I sat on the floor beside the bed. “Keys now.” I stared at her, unable to believe it. I felt excited yet apprehensive. “The keys. Hand them over.” Unable to resist, I pulled them out from around my neck on a chain. That was their safest spot, though I kept an extra set hidden in the house just in case they were lost. She inserted the keys into each lock and removed the padlocks, leaving the cases shut. “Anything you want to say?” I asked her. “My deepest secrets are stored inside those containers; please be understanding.” She unzipped the bags and flipped open each one. Silence. A sadistic smile spread across her face. She rummaged through my items, pulling some out and placing them on the bed. She shook out several dresses and clothes I owned to inspect them closely. “Well?” I prompted nervously. She picked up a paddle and struck me in the face with it. “Silence. Do not speak until I allow you.” I apologized; she hit me again, and I learned my lesson by staying quiet. I sighed and relaxed slightly, leaning my back against the bed. “Sit upright!” She tapped me once more, so I sat straight up, cross-legged just like in school. I was aroused yet nervous, completely unsure of what was unfolding. After finishing her inspection of my belongings, she looked at me. “When did you plan to tell me?” “I… I’m not sure,” I answered. “Well…” She waved the keys near me; “these belong to me now, as do you.” My eyes widened in disbelief. She tossed a waist clincher and my maid’s dress toward me. “Change into them.” I gathered the garments, stood up, and walked toward the bathroom. She grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back. I lost my balance and fell over. “Get changed… Here; remove everything else.” “Oh…” I murmured as I untied my laces. I stripped naked and slipped into the clincher. She ordered me to turn around, squeezing it a couple of inches tighter. “Ouch!” I exclaimed as she tugged on it. “Turn back,” she instructed. I did so, and before I could react further, she forced a ball gag into my mouth; I turned, and she secured the strap tightly behind my head. “I told you to be quiet.” I pulled on my maid’s dress while she selected my shoes: six-inch knee boots. I owned ballet boots too, but she left them in the case. With my dress on, I picked up the boots. “Wait,” she threw a pair of fishnets at me; “put those on first.” I carefully slipped into them and then reached for the shoes. Once they were secured, she placed a wig on my head and handed me the sleek black rubber gloves to wear. After donning the gloves, she handcuffed me in front, positioned my breast forms correctly, and fastened the strictest posture collar I owned. Then she tied the blindfold over my eyes. I heard a tube being squeezed and knew what was coming next. “Bend over,” I obeyed. She flipped my dress up my back and thrust the largest plug I possessed into my rear. It hurt, and the gag barely muffled my complaints. I had only used it twice before, deciding each time never to use it again; clearly, she had other plans. She gave me a quick squeeze and removed the blindfold. “Go finish washing up. I’ll be down shortly,” she said, playing with rope in her hands. I obeyed and carefully made my way downstairs. The drying process took longer than usual due to the cuffs, but when I finished, she was still upstairs, and I remained quite stiff. Deciding I couldn’t endure it much longer, I grabbed a roll of kitchen paper and began to relieve myself. Just as I got into it, she caught me before I could finish. She slapped me and scolded me. “You no longer have permission for that. Do I make myself clear?” I tried to protest, but the gag prevented words. “Lie on your stomach. Stretch your arms out above your head.” I complied and waited. She went back upstairs and returned shortly after. Before long, she was sitting on my back, having flipped up my dress to expose my rear. My plugged bottom received a couple of slaps. “Let me explain something,” she continued striking; “I’ve known for some time.” Her hits grew harder. “I wondered about it and thought it over, deciding you were too timid to make the first move.” She switched back to the paddle, and I was starting to feel soreness. “Now, I am taking charge. Do you understand?” I made a noise and nodded. I wasn’t going to argue; I was enjoying myself, though I wished I had finished sooner as desperation began to set in. She delivered a few more slaps before the sound of the whip swished through the air. Why did I buy that thing? For a moment, doubt crept into my mind, but I took the first strike and cried out. She counted them aloud up to ten. Each blow made me tense up, making the plug even more uncomfortable. “Do you understand that I am in control now? You have no choice; you are mine.” I nodded again. “Stand up; we’re going back upstairs.” She reattached my blindfold and clipped a leash to my collar, leading me upward. The pace was slow. Once we finally arrived, she threw me onto the floor, removed my cuffs, and issued her next commands. “Undress completely naked, but do not touch anything on your head or dislodge the plug.” This meant I would be stark naked, uncomfortably plugged, gagged, blindfolded, and wearing a wig—brown hair with red streaks reaching elbow length. I was certain I looked dreadful. I did as instructed and noticed it was cold; she had opened a window. My arousal faded quickly, and before I knew it, I shrank into myself and began to shiver. She laughed. “Sit,” she said, guiding me to a chair. I sat down obediently. “Hands behind your back.” I complied as she cuffed them there, securing me to the chair. She then attached cuffs to my ankles.

Oh yes, and I was stuck. She took off the blindfold, placed the bedside table in front of me, and put a mirror on it. “I’m going to take off the gag, make one sound and going to walk out and never come back, taking the key with me. Understand?” I nodded. She removed the gag then She got to work on my face. First she shaved me, I’d been neglecting it the last few days on a whim, when she was done I was made up, cheeks, eyes, lips, all made up. I looked almost passable and began to get hard again despite the cold. “All done.” She put the blindfold back on, and un-cuffed me from the chair. She put a basic collar and leash on me and pulled me off the chair, “Kneel.” I did, there was rice on the floor. The carpet was already thin and uncomfortable. I tried to adjust my position, but she laughed at me and put a head harness on me with a bit gag. I knew this one, it had a D-ring on the back and I knew what was coming. Rope was hung from my neck and passed under my crotch, and over the plug. Any hopes of getting it removed soon were fading. She passed the ends of the rope through the loop at the base of my neck and began to pass the rope back and forth into a Karada. It was tighter than I’d ever managed on my own. All the while she spoke. “Do you know how long I’ve known? I’ll tell you, several months. Do you know why it’s been so long until now?” She paused to put my ruffled socks on and my three-inch pumps, “I’ve been preparing.” She tied my ankles together, and then my wrists, knees and elbows. “I’ve been doing my research.” She pushed me forwards and I fell, landing on my stomach and on yet more rice. “I was shocked to begin with, I even considered leaving you on the spot, but I was curious, so I read on. I made notes and diagrams, I asked for advice.” She stopped and pulled my ankles up, and I felt rope passed between them, and then between my elbows. I strained, and she continued, “I even had time to go shopping.” She passed another rope between my knees and wrists and pulled them together, “I even brought something in with me.” She tied something to the back of the head harness and pulled it over my head, and then my nose was pulled back tightly, “The rest of the stuff I have is back at my house.” She pulled my head back and secured it against my elbows, “I’ll be back later. Don’t go anywhere.” She giggled. I think it was then that our relationship really started, after that, I had no more secrets. I was there a good couple of hours or so before she finally returned and released me. I was shaking all over and she just held me. I’d never felt like this before. I curled up in her arms and she removed everything. I was exhausted; happy, but exhausted. “Get ready for bed, I’ve put the clothes on your bed.” She said. I did and she closed the window and put the heating on. She’d left me some panties and a body stocking, as well as a nightie. There was a lacy leather collar I didn’t recognise, and realised she had brought it with her. I put it on and then had to gag myself with a drool gag. She told me to lie down on the bed and she cuffed my ankles and wrists behind my back, and then put the blindfold back on. “Get some rest.” She said, as she switched off all the lights and left me to rest. She mumbled something in the doorway, but I don’t know if she stood there or went back downstairs, I fell asleep too quickly. What happened after that? I’ll have to tell another time.