The Maid of My Submissive and the Game We Invented

My name is Sofía, I’m fifty-eight years old, and I’ve spent my whole life doing whatever I damn well please. I’ve been married for thirty years to a man who knows it and who, in his own way, doesn’t sit still either. An open marriage, the kind where nobody lies because everything is on the table. I don’t regret a single decision I’ve made in that regard.

This story happened several years ago. Carmen was a woman from my circle, one of those who go to mass on Sundays and make a show of being scandalized by what they do in private without a problem. When I found out she had been with my husband, I wasn’t angry for the reason she expected. I was angry because she had hidden it from me. I confronted her, made it clear what I knew, and from that moment on Carmen became my submissive. It wasn’t hard to convince her: the alternative was for me to tell everyone what she’d done at every neighborhood gathering.

That Tuesday I arrived at her house knowing only she and her maid were inside. Her husband was away on a work trip, and it was the perfect moment for an unannounced visit.

Mei, the Filipina maid, opened the door for me. She had to be in her early thirties, small and with quiet movements. Carmen and her husband always displayed her at gatherings as if she were part of the decor, and the truth is I understood the pride: she had a compact figure, marked hips, a firm ass that could be made out under the uniform, and a way of walking that made you follow her with your eyes.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Sofía,” she said in that soft voice of hers. “Mrs. Carmen is waiting for you in the living room.”

As she led me down the hallway, I watched the way she moved. There was something in that small body and in the calm she kept to herself that aroused a curiosity in me that, at that moment, I decided to save for later.

Carmen was on the sofa when I went in. She was wearing a long cream-colored robe, the kind of thing women wear when they’re convinced that being a lady means having no desires. I sat beside her and put my hand on her knee without any preamble. I slid my fingers up the inside of her thigh until I brushed her cunt through the fabric, and I could feel she was already warm.

“It can’t be today, Sofía,” she said, lowering her voice. “Mei is home. If she sees us, she’ll tell my husband.”

I looked at her for a moment. Then I slapped her, measured, with intent.

“You do what I tell you, Carmen. Here and now. Whatever your husband finds out is your problem, not mine. Now you’re going to take me to your bedroom and you’re going to get your mouth wet on my cunt, because that’s what I keep you for.”

She pressed her lips together. It had been a long time since she’d argued.

“As you say, mistress,” she replied, and stood up.

***

Carmen’s marital bedroom was spacious and a little cold: expensive furniture, neutral paintings, the kind of decoration that says nothing about anyone. I ordered her to call Mei and ask her to bring them something to drink. The maid brought the tray, set it down on the nightstand, and Carmen said with complete naturalness:

“I’ll be in here for a while with my friend reviewing ideas for redecorating the room. No one is to interrupt us, please.”

“Understood, ma’am,” Mei said, and left, closing the door carefully.

As soon as I heard the click of the latch, I went up to Carmen and pulled the robe off her shoulders.

“Take it all off. That clothing is an insult.”

She took off her bra and panties with that mix of shame and obedience that always gave her away. Beneath all that pose of a respectable lady was a body that didn’t deserve to be hidden: wide hips, big breasts that sagged a little under their own weight, dark nipples already hard, and a shaved cunt almost down to the skin, with the darker inner lips peeking out from between the outer ones. Her panties had a wet stain in the center that she tried awkwardly to hide as she folded them.

“You’re soaked, you filthy bitch,” I told her, without raising my voice. “And you still had the nerve to say it couldn’t be today.”

“Sorry, mistress.”

“Now me,” I said.

She came closer. I let her find the zipper of my skirt on her own and pull it down slowly. When she knelt to take my thong off, I felt her fingers trembling slightly. I like that trembling. It means she’s focused, that she wants to do it right. She slid the garment down my thighs and for a moment kept her face a hand’s breadth from my cunt, breathing me in, like someone receiving an order she already knows by heart.

“Open your mouth,” I told her. “And don’t close it until I tell you.”

I grabbed the back of her neck with one hand and brought her face to my sex. She stuck out her tongue and started on the clit with the tip, giving short, calculated licks, the kind she had learned through corrections. I was standing up, legs slightly apart, and I parted my lips with two fingers to give her everything on display.

“Deeper. Take it in well.”

She worked her tongue with more skill than the first time she’d done it. Carmen had learned quickly. She curled it inside me, pulled it out, went back up to the clit, sucked, tugged with her lips, went back in again. She had a way of moving that built rhythm, exploring without rushing. I squeezed her neck every time I wanted her to go deeper, and she responded without complaint, her chin already wet with saliva and my juices.

“Suck my clit, slut. Like it’s a little cock. Like this.”

She obeyed. She closed her lips around that part of me and started sucking with a steady rhythm, while two fingers slipped inside and fucked me from below, touching the spot she already knew by heart. I felt the orgasm rising through my legs, tightening my thighs, and when I knew I couldn’t hold back anymore, I let go. I came on her face, pressing her mouth to my cunt, and she took it all without moving a centimeter, swallowing what came into her mouth and letting the rest run down her chin to her neck.

“Good girl,” I said, letting go of her hair. “Get up.”

She stood. I guided her to my breasts and she began to suck them with that greed she reserved only for me. She bit my right nipple just hard enough, licked it, took it all the way into her mouth, moved to the left one. I stroked her tits as a reward, pinched her nipples until she moaned. When I asked her to take my bra off, she did it without a word, and the two of us ended up naked on the bed.

“May I give you pleasure, mistress?” she asked.

“Go ahead. And this time you come too, I want to see you.”

I lay down. She stood at the side of the bed, brought one nipple to my mouth and I took it while sliding my hand down to my cunt and starting to rub myself. When she inserted two fingers and began to move them, I closed my eyes. The fake saint had learned things they don’t teach in church. Her fingers went in with a wet sound that could be heard all over the room, slick with me, and with her thumb she pressed my clit at the same time. I bit her tit, sucked it all the way, and with my free hand I found her cunt and shoved three fingers inside in one stroke.

“There, fuck me, harder, deeper,” she gasped.

“Shut up. Keep moving your hand.”

We fingered each other without taking our eyes off one another. She bent over my body, fingers going in and out at the same time, and I felt her cunt clench around mine just as I was about to come. I came first, with a long spasm, and she followed behind me, with a muffled cry against my shoulder. I left my fingers inside her for a moment to feel her contractions and then pulled them out and put them in her mouth.

“Suck. Taste what you are.”

She sucked them without protest.

I waited a moment before speaking.

“Good. Now lie down with your legs open.”

I positioned myself on top of her, pressing my cunt against hers, and started to move. Skin against skin, clit against clit, with my hands braced at the sides of her head. I was so wet I was slipping, and she arched her hips to meet me. She moaned almost at once, with that sound people try to hold back and can’t.

“Who gave you permission?” I asked, without stopping rubbing against her.

She looked like she was expecting a punishment. That day I decided to let it pass. I ordered her onto all fours, positioned myself behind her, and looked at her spread ass, her swollen, shining cunt between her legs. I ran my hand through the slit, top to bottom, collecting her wetness, and shoved two fingers inside in one stroke. She pushed back.

“Slut. You like it when I finger you like this, don’t you?”

“Yes, mistress.”

I fucked her cunt with my fingers while with my other hand I stroked her tits, hanging beneath her body. I ran my hands over her hips until I reached her nipples, pinched them, and kissed the back of her neck while I asked in a low voice:

“Am I your first woman?”

“Yes, mistress,” she answered.

“And Mei? Have you never thought about her?”

“Of course not, mistress,” she said, with her usual indignation, the kind that lasts exactly as long as it takes her to obey the next order.

“Well, I have thought about her,” I told her, pulling my fingers out and wiping them on her back. “And we’re going to call her now.”

“But…” she began.

“No buts. Call her.”

She rang the bell. She tried to cover herself, but I stopped her. I wanted Mei to see her exactly as she was: on all fours, with wet cunt dripping down her thighs and her tits hanging.

***

Mei came into the room and found the two of us naked. She didn’t scream. She didn’t step back. She looked at us with that calm people have when they’ve already seen things. Her eyes went to Carmen’s ass for just a second, and then back to me.

I explained the situation clearly: if she stayed and took part, Carmen would put on the maid uniform and do the housework while we played. And if afterward Carmen tried to cause her any trouble, Mei could tell everything.

“The master would never let me leave,” Mei said, with a calm that surprised me. “He’s told me so himself. He comes to my room a couple of times a week, spreads my legs, puts his thing in, comes in a minute, and leaves. Truth be told, he’s very bad at it. I’ve never finished with him.”

“Today you’re going to finish,” I told her. “Several times.”

She went to the closet, took out a black uniform with a white apron, and set it on the bed in front of Carmen.

“The kitchen needs scrubbing and the living room needs vacuuming,” she said, looking her mistress straight in the eyes for the first time in years.

Carmen took the uniform in silence. She put it on over her still-sweaty body, without underwear underneath. She left the room.

Mei remained standing and began to undress with calm movements, like someone who doesn’t need to be told what comes next. She pulled the black dress over her head, then the white cotton bra, and finally her panties, which she folded and left on the chair.

Her body was everything I had imagined when I saw her walk down the hall: small and well formed, with warm, soft-toned skin. Her breasts were small but perfectly round, with dark brown nipples standing very erect. Her hips had that gentle curve that makes it hard not to want to touch. And in the center, a cunt with a thin line of carefully trimmed black hair above it, and the lips already a little parted, shining.

“I’ve never done this with a woman,” she said when she was done.

“I know,” I answered. “That’s why I set the pace.”

I kissed her. She kissed well, with her mouth slightly open and without rushing. I took her tits in my hands and caressed them slowly. She tensed for a moment and then relaxed. I brushed her nipples with my thumb and felt them get even harder. When I started sucking her nipples, she put her hands in my hair with a naturalness that made it clear that, even if it was her first time, her body knew perfectly well what it wanted. I bit one of them gently and she let out a short moan, surprised.

I ran my hand over her belly, down to her pubis, and brushed her cunt with the tips of my fingers. She was wet. Very wet.

“You’re ready already,” I whispered. “And I haven’t even really touched you yet.”

“I’ve been wet since you opened the door,” she said, very calmly.

She was the one who took the initiative after that. She lowered her head toward my breasts and took them into her mouth with a clumsiness that was more exciting than Carmen’s perfect technique. She sucked hungrily, not knowing whether to bite or lick, and everything she did pleased me precisely because she hadn’t rehearsed it. She ran her tongue from my nipple to my neck, bit my shoulder, went back down. There was something in that honest inexperience, in that desire to do it well without knowing exactly how, that made me want to teach her every detail.

“Do you want to finger me?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said, no detours.

I lay down. She positioned herself at my side and slid her hand to my cunt with a delicacy that gave way to pressure when she noticed how I reacted. Two fingers, circular motion. She learned by looking at my face, adjusting every gesture according to what I showed her without saying it out loud. When I asked for harder, she pressed. When I asked for deeper, she curled her fingers upward and found the spot without me having to explain it. At the same time, with her thumb she found my clit and worked it in small circles.

“Don’t call me ma’am,” I told her when she did it again. “Here we’re equals.”

She smiled for the first time since she’d come into the room.

“Sofía, then,” she said, and slipped a third finger inside me.

My chest rose and fell. I grabbed her wrist to set the rhythm, and she caught it on the first try. I sat on her mouth. She stuck out her tongue with a hint of hesitation that lasted only a second. When she had it inside, she paused for a moment to say something that made me smile:

“Baby, that tastes very good.”

“That’s very good,” I answered. “Keep going. And don’t stop until I tell you.”

I guided the rhythm with the pressure of my hips. I grabbed her black hair with both hands and settled more weight onto her, moving back and forth over her tongue. She stuck it out as far as she could and plunged it into me, then moved up to my clit, sucked, went back down. Mei learned fast, and what she lacked in practice she made up for in attention. She started moving her head on her own, seeking me out, and I let her. I felt myself rising again, faster than with Carmen, and when I got there I came over her face without a trace of restraint, pressing her mouth against me until I felt her swallow. I stayed still on top of her for a few seconds before moving, still breathing hard.

“Now it’s your turn,” I told her.

I laid her on her back and spread her legs. I stroked her cunt with my hand first, exploring slowly. She was very wet and perfectly shaved along the lips. I ran my tongue along the inside of her thigh, moved up, brushed her with my breath without touching her, and only when she arched her hips did I lower my mouth for real. I licked her from bottom to top, in one stroke, and felt her whole body tremble.

“Oh…” she said, and closed her legs around my head without realizing it.

I pulled her thighs apart with my hands and kept going. I sucked her lips one by one, slipped my tongue in as far as I could, went up to the clit and took it between my lips like Carmen had done to me. She panted in Filipino, or at least something that sounded like Filipino, short words I didn’t understand but that told me exactly what I needed to know. I inserted two fingers and heard her breathing change, deeper, with her mouth slightly open. I curled them upward while I kept sucking her clit.

“With a woman, I didn’t know it was like this,” she said through clenched teeth.

“Better or worse than with him?” I asked, lifting my head for a second, my chin wet.

“Different,” she answered. “Much better different.”

I went back down. I finger-fucked her cunt at a steady pace while my mouth never left her clit. She started moving her hips against my face. I kissed her while I kept moving inside her, climbing up to her mouth without pulling my fingers out, and she tasted herself on my lips without drawing back. I brought my lips to hers and kissed her hard while my fingers worked nonstop inside her cunt. When she came, she didn’t hold it in: she let out a long, honest sound that I liked more than all Carmen’s studied moans. Her whole cunt clenched around my fingers, one tremor after another, and with her legs she trapped my hips so I wouldn’t move.

“Sorry,” she said afterward, as if she had done something improper.

“Never apologize for that,” I answered, slowly sliding my fingers out and bringing them to my mouth. “Least of all for coming like that.”

***

We called Carmen with the bell. She came in dressed as a maid, with the apron crooked and the expression of someone who had been scrubbing floors while trying not to think too hard. You could tell the uniform was rubbing her nipples from the inside and that her cunt was wet under the skirt: there was a very faint damp mark in the fabric, at the level of her pubis.

“Did you finish the tasks?” I asked.

“Not quite, mistress. I still have the kitchen.”

I slapped her without getting out of bed.

“It doesn’t matter for now. You have a more urgent task. Kneel in front of Mei and ask her if she wants you to give her pleasure.”

Carmen looked at her maid. Mei was looking at her from the bed, legs crossed and in no rush, still naked, still shining with sweat.

“Miss Mei,” Carmen said, with the voice of someone who has just swallowed something bitter, “would you like me to give you pleasure?”

“Yes,” Mei said. “That sounds good. With your tongue. And don’t stop until I tell you.”

She opened her legs at the edge of the bed. Carmen knelt in front of her wearing the uniform, lifted the apron so she wouldn’t stain it, and brought her mouth to the Filipina’s cunt. She started licking slowly, with that precise technique she had learned from me. I stayed seated on the edge of the bed watching. There was something in that image — the lady of the house on her knees before her maid, dressed like staff, with her tongue inside a cunt younger than her own — that was worth more than anything else I could have planned for that afternoon.

“Look at you, Carmen,” I said. “Turns out you know exactly what you’re good for after all. Suck that cunt like your life depends on it.”

She didn’t answer. She was busy. She ran her tongue over Mei from bottom to clit, sucked it, went back down, got her tongue in as far as she could. Mei grabbed her head with both hands and started moving Carmen’s face to her rhythm, grinding against her mouth. Meanwhile, I came up behind Carmen, lifted the skirt of the uniform, and found her cunt soaked through. I shoved three fingers inside in one stroke. She let out a moan against Mei’s sex and didn’t stop sucking.

“That’s it, keep your mouth occupied,” I told her, fucking her from behind. “Let it be known what you’re for.”

Mei looked down at her with the same calm she’d had when she came into the room, though now her eyes were a little more closed and her breathing more agitated. I sped up my hand inside Carmen, my palm hitting her ass with every thrust, and she trembled all over trying to keep sucking. When Mei came, she put her hand on Carmen’s head to keep her there, with a gesture that was neither mistress nor maid, but someone who knew exactly what she needed. She came against her face with a long gasp, and tugged her hair until the very last tremor.

I kept finger-fucking Carmen with four fingers until she came too, without permission, trembling on her knees over the rug, her face still pressed against her maid’s cunt.

“I’ll collect for this later,” I told her, pulling my fingers out.

Carmen got up after that, with the uniform wrinkled, her inner thighs shining, and the expression of someone who has just understood something new about herself.

“May I take this off, mistress?” she asked.

“Not yet,” I said. “First finish the kitchen. And don’t clean yourself. I want you to keep feeling it while you scrub.”

***

I left before Carmen’s husband got home. Mei escorted me to the door, already back in her maid uniform, as if nothing had happened, and on the last step she stopped me by putting her hand on my arm. She gave me a short, direct kiss, without ceremony, but then slipped her tongue between my lips for a second, as if reminding me what she tasted like.

“I hope you come back,” she said.

“You can count on that,” I answered. “And next time I’m bringing a harness. I want to fuck you properly.”

She smiled without answering and closed the door.

I went down to the street. The neighborhood was quiet, the same facades as always, the same flowerpots on the balconies. Nothing showed that on that third floor the world of that house had just been rearranged. Carmen knew it. Mei knew it too. And the three of us knew that what happened that afternoon had not been the end of anything, but exactly the beginning.