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~ Saint Agnes ~
Hagiography or autobiography ?
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~ Saint Agnes ~ Hagiography or autobiography ?
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I have granted Georgette this saturday leave. In fact I haven't. You'll understand later. So I'm alone at home when Helene rings the bell. She is going to stay here, all the week-end. Today she is going to be my maid. I explain to her what I want, she agrees and I prepare her. She takes pleasure to be maked up outrageously. Her eyes are shining and Helene is smiling in that way she has: a light asymmetrical smile and her almond eyes lightly screwed up.
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The clothes I have choosen surprise her a bit. Helene is all latex dressed: a nearly transparent maid dress, black and white with lace, a baby-doll printed hood and black stockings. A red corset restrains her waist, a posture collar holds her head straight and a red wig with long bangs (Helene hates fringe ! ) covers the latex hood. A sort of pants keeps the vibrator and the plug ( it can send a little electrical shock). Her bonds are severe: her elbows are joined by a wooden bar as well as her ankles and her mouth is wide opened by a large ring gag. |
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- Is that please you ? Mmmm ? My pretty maid. I've got a surprise in store for you. Don't forget that, you have to trust me. |
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- Stop talking now! Get down to work! You have to give the living room a quick hoover and you have to empty the dishwasher. |
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| Reading a magazine I am looking at here. I can see her fighting with the dishwasher, trying to get out the plates. She makes several attempts because she don't find the appropriate position.
- Don't drool on the clean dishes otherwise you'll be punished! |
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| I admire her efforts, all the more so as she has to put away the plates in the cupboard climbing on a little kitchen steps.
Of course, what it had to happen ( and what I had foreseen) happens: a plate slips out of Helene's hands. |
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| I tell her off severly.
- What can I do with a maid breaking my dishes ? Nothing. I am going to sell you. As a matter of fact there will be a slaves sale on this evening ! |
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| In the garage, I prepare the sending of Helene: latex wrapping, ropes and wood, mittens and rubber boots. |  |
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- Remember, Helene. Let you swept away by the play. You have to trust me. |
I remind Helene the use of the electrical plug, I switch on the vibrator - Don't forget me during the travel ! - Aiiiiiie. |
Then I lie on her on her stomach to finish the packaging. - Do you fell comfortable? Not too tight ? - It's OK, she is speaking with the distortions due to the ring-gag. - So we continue.
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When Helene is nicely settled in the crate, firmly tied but with two cushions under her knees, I put the suction cup mask on her nose and on her gaping mouth. - It's to prevent you from screaming. |
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( be patient, rollover pictures ) |
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| I let Helene familiarize herself with the gag. She tries to protest but she just has two choices: to mutter or to breathe. |  |
Before I close the trunk, I put a latex blindfold on her eyes. I think Helene is going to appreciate the situation. But to be prepared for all contengencies, I put a turned on mobile phone inside a drawer of the steamer trunk. One of my slaves is in charge of transporting Helene. David, a masochistic customer (he very likes hooks, yes, where you are thinking about !) owns a little freight forwarding firm SM Express* I ordered him to deliver Helene, taking time, to another customer. his (her) pseudonym is Rita. He (she) designs nice lingerie collections, that he shows in a private salon, with a stage, spotlights and so on. * untranslatable in english: Service de Messageries Express, Service of Express Forwarding |
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There, in these salon, I've decided to organize a slaves sale. That's the surprise I get in store for Helene. |
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to be continued ...
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