A Mother in Law's Visit

The sound of the doorbell echoing through the house sent a jolt of pure terror through David. His heart raced, and his breath hitched in his throat, the ball gag muffling any sound he might have made. The realization that his bosses were at the door, about to witness his humiliation firsthand, was almost too much to bear.

I approached him where he knelt on the bed, his posture collar keeping his head held high, his back straight and tense. I unhooked the chain from the wall, pulling him to his feet with a sharp tug on the leash. Then I unfastened his hands and refastened them in front. "Come along, darling. Your guests are here.”

I led him through the house, the leash pulling taut as he shuffled behind me, his short skirt riding up with each step. The maid's outfit, stockings, and lacy underwear looked even more humiliating now, knowing that his bosses were about to see him like this.

As we reached the front door, I paused, turning to face him with a wicked glint in my eye. "Remember, David," I whispered, "you're here to serve and please. Don't disappoint me."

With that, I opened the door, revealing his bosses—the husband-and-wife team—standing on the doorstep, their expressions a mix of amusement and anticipation. I stepped aside, pulling David forward by the leash.

"Kneel," I commanded. David complied, lowering himself to the floor, his knees pressing against the hardwood. He kept his head bowed, the posture collar keeping his chin high and his back straight.

I nudged him forward with my foot, pushing him closer to his bosses. "Kiss," I ordered, my voice stern, leaving no room for disobedience.

David hesitated for a moment, his mind racing with shame and humiliation. But I tugged the leash sharply to remind him of his place. He leaned forward, pressing his gagged mouth to the shoes of his bosses, one at a time. The husband's polished leather shoes, the wife's elegant heels—each touch a searing brand of degradation.

As he finished, he kept his head bowed, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps through the ball gag. I smiled, I was feeling satisfied as I looked down at him, my property, myr slave, kneeling at the feet of his superiors.

"Welcome, welcome," I said to my guests, my voice warm and inviting. "Please, come in.”

George, who stood at an impressive 6 feet tall, exuded confidence and authority. His tall, broad-shouldered frame was accentuated by a well-tailored suit that hugged his muscular physique. His chiseled jawline and sharp features gave him a ruggedly handsome appearance, and his piercing blue eyes held a hint of cruelty that sent a shiver down David's spine. Every movement he made was precise and controlled, radiating power and dominance.

His wife, Daniela, standing at 5 feet 8 inches, was a vision of sophistication and allure. She was dressed in a skimpy skirt that barely covered her thighs, paired with stiletto heels that elongated her already impressive legs. Her blouse was unbuttoned just enough to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage, and her hair was styled in loose, seductive waves. Her makeup was flawless, highlighting her high cheekbones and full lips. She moved with a feline grace, her hips swaying slightly as she walked, exuding a mix of elegance and sensuality that was almost hypnotic.

I had dressed in my tightest black rubber dress. The dress clung to her every curve, accentuating my figure and leaving little to the imagination. The shiny, black material reflected the light, giving her an almost otherworldly. My heels were just as imposing as my guests', adding to her commanding presence. My hair was pulled back into a severe ponytail, and my makeup was dramatic, with smoky eyes and blood-red lips. I stood with my shoulders back and my chin held high; I felt I was radiating confidence and control.

As the three of us stood together at the doorway, we formed a powerful and intimidating trio. The boss's height and broad shoulders made him a formidable presence, while his wife's skimpily dressed allure added a layer of sensual danger. I, in my rubber dress, completed the picture with my own brand of dominance and authority. David, kneeling at our feet, looked utterly insignificant and overwhelmed by our combined presence.

I ushered them to the lounge, my rubber dress making a soft, almost hypnotic sound with each step. I followed George and his wife, their heels clicking sharply on the hardwood floor. David, on his hands and knees, crawled behind them, the leash pulling taut as he struggled to keep up. His short skirt rode up, exposing more of his thighs and the lace of his stockings, adding to his humiliation.

As we entered the lounge, June gestured for her guests to take a seat on the plush sofa. I then turned to David,my eyes cold and commanding. "Serve our guests, "I ordered, my voice leaving no room for argument.

David complied, rising to his feet and moving to the drinks cabinet. His hands trembled slightly as he poured three glasses of wine, the clinking of the glass against the bottle echoing in the tense silence. He placed the glasses on a tray and carried it over to the sofa, his eyes downcast, avoiding direct contact with his bosses.

"Thank you," the boss said, his voice deep and authoritative as he took a glass. His wife smiled, her eyes roaming over David's slender frame, taking in the maid's outfit and the sheer stockings. "You've certainly trained him well, June," she commented, her tone laced with approval and a hint of amusement.

I smiled, a cruel glint in my eye. "Oh, he's a quick learner. Isn't that right, David?"

David nodded, his cheeks flushing with shame. He kept his gaze fixed on the floor, his body tense and awkward in his tight clothing.

George leaned back, swirling the wine in his glass. "You know, we are quite impressed with his work in graphic design. He has a real eye for detail and a strong sense of aesthetics. It's a shame his... personal life has become so complicated."

His wife chuckled, a sound that sent a chill down David's spine. "Yes, it's quite the surprise to see him like this. Who would have thought our dedicated employee had such a... unique hobby?"

I laughed in a way that I hoped was seductive and dangerous. "Oh, David has many talents. And I'm just beginning to explore them all."

The conversation continued, with George and Daniela discussing his work performance and his potential within the company. They spoke as if he weren't even in the room, their voices a mix of praise and thinly veiled criticism. David stood by, serving us silently, his face radiating with humiliation and dread. He was acutely aware of his submissive role, his body on display, and the power dynamics at play. This was just the beginning of his evening of degradation, and he could only imagine what else I had in store for him.

Oh, the look on David's face when George and his wife suggested that little arrangement was priceless. I could almost see the gears turning in his head, the confusion and dread playing out in his eyes. It was almost too delicious to bear.

"So, June," George began, his voice smooth and calculating, "we've been thinking. There might be a way for David to continue working with us, even in his... current situation."

I raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. "Oh? And what did you have in mind?"

His wife, that vixen in her skimpy skirt and heels, leaned forward, her eyes never leaving David. "We believe there could be a mutually beneficial arrangement. David has proven himself to be quite skilled in graphic design, and we wouldn't want to lose that talent."

I chuckled, a sound that was both seductive and dangerous. "And what exactly would David's role entail? What kind of work would he be doing from home?"

George explained, his tone measured and thoughtful, "His primary responsibility would be graphic design, of course. We have several projects coming up that require his specific skill set. We would provide him with all the necessary briefs, deadlines, and any additional resources he might need. He would submit his work through secure channels, and we would review and approve it as we normally would."

His wife added, her voice smooth and persuasive, "And, of course, we would ensure that David is compensated fairly for his work. All payments would be made directly to you, June, as his caregiver and... guardian. This way, you have full control over his finances and can ensure he is taken care of in every way."

I leaned back, my rubber dress creaking slightly as I crossed my legs, considering their proposal. "I see. And what about his availability? Would there be any specific hours or deadlines he needs to adhere to?"

George responded, "We would work with you to establish a suitable schedule for David. We understand that his... duties at home might require flexibility, so we would be more than willing to accommodate that. As long as the work is completed to our satisfaction and on time, we are open to discussing the specifics of his availability."

His wife smiled, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and anticipation. "We believe this could be a very... enlightening experience for everyone involved. Don't you agree, June?"

I stood up, my rubber dress glinting in the light as I slowly circled David, savoring the sight of his helplessness. His eyes followed me, wide and desperate, as I walked around him, the leash pulling taut, keeping him in place. I could see the confusion and dread etched onto his face, and it sent a thrill of satisfaction through me.

Turning to George, I smiled with a cruel and satisfied expression. "It's a great solution, George. I think we can all benefit from this arrangement."

George nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. "I'm glad you agree, June. We're looking forward to a... productive partnership."

He then turned to his wife, his voice commanding. "Daniela, thank June for her generosity."

Daniela knelt at my feet, her head bowed in submission. She pressed her lips to my shoes, her hands resting gently on my ankles. "Thank you, Mistress June," she murmured, her voice filled with genuine gratitude and a hint of something more—desire, perhaps, or a deep-seated need to please. This was a revelation. Thoughts of her being submissive had never entered my head. 

I looked down at her, a sense of power and dominance coursing through me. "You're very welcome, Daniela. I'm sure we'll have many more opportunities to... collaborate."

With that, I turned my attention back to David, my voice sharp and authoritative. "Kneel, David."

He complied immediately, lowering himself to the floor, his knees pressing against the hardwood. I could see the tension in his body, the way his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides, the leash pulling taut as he struggled to maintain his balance.

I then turned to George, my smile inviting and seductive. "George, would you stand up, please? I have something I'd like to show you."

George stood, his tall frame towering over the sofa, his eyes never leaving mine. He was a man used to command, and I could see the curiosity and anticipation in his gaze. He knew that whatever I had in store would be memorable.

And so, the stage was set for the next act in David's night of humiliation. I could feel the anticipation building, the promise of more degradation and control hanging heavy in the air. This was going to be an evening to remember, and I intended to savor every moment of it.