Maid For a Party (Sequel to Maid For a Night) (Part 6 posted 4/7)

[jastes22]

Thanks for all the interest, but I got to be honest, I have no idea where to take this. Anybody have ideas?

[jastes22]

My stomach churned at Caroline’s words. My whole body was wound tight and nothing seemed to be working. My head pounded, I felt like I could throw up at any moment, and every inch of exposed skin crawled with sparks.

Not done with you, yet.

When would this end? Would this ever end? What could I possibly do, what would it take to be free of Caroline’s stranglehold over me that only grew with every moment, every picture, every video she took of me.

She tugged on my leash, hard. I nearly fell on my knees before stumbling forward, my tits swinging freely. The cat ears on my head shuffled, threatening to fall off. Despite my situation, I wanted to reach up and fix them, if only not to give Caroline a reason to punish me, but Caroline’s relentless pulling made it impossible for me to even think. I could only react to her physical commands.

She brought me to the center of the party, and the murmurs of the crowd grew, everyone taking in all the angles of me, from my bare rear to my tits with my fully erect nipples to my gaping pussy. I was a mess, and I was fully on display. Phones were in everyone’s hands facing me, hiding grins and smirks.

She stepped towards me, pressing up against my back. I gasped, resisting the urge to pull my arms in. The feeling of her clothes pressed up against my bare skin was a reminder of my nakedness and just how exposed I was.

Her fingers squeezed my ass. I squeaked, nearly jumping from the sensation. Another hand crawled up my side, squeezing my tits and rolling a nipple with her fingers. Shuddering breaths escaped my lips as the heat radiated from my skin to my crotch. My eyes fluttered, and I felt my body betray me as it leaned into Caroline’s touch. Someone muttered something, and a few people shifted to get a better view.

“You’re mine,” Caroline whispered, an intimate gasp of breath meant only for me. “I own you.”
I groaned, unable to breathe or think with her hands still exploring me. “Please…”

“Say it,” she hissed. Her fingers ran down my jaw, tracing my collarbone.

“I’m…I’m yours.”

“I own you.”

“You…you own me.” Heat rushed to my face. This couldn’t be happening.

She stepped back, and I stopped myself from whispering and reaching for her, the sudden loss of warmth jarring. My hands nearly pulled in before she pushed them down almost tenderly.

Stepping beside me, she raised her hand, as if addressing the crowd. “Our pet here has been so good. So obedient, wouldn’t you say?”

The crowd murmured in agreement, but they seemed to almost be in as much of a trance as I was.

Her finger reached between my legs and traced the folds of my pussy. “As a reward for our slutty little pet, we’ll give her two options.”

I swallowed, my body growing even tighter, responding even more furiously to Caroline’s violation of my swollen pussy. Why was I turned on so much by this? What the hell was wrong with me?

“Option 1,” Caroline said. “I turn my ownership of you to the crowd. All fours, completely open to the crowd. Blindfold. You don’t know who is touching you, but they will explore every inch of you.”
I swallowed. My body had been forfeit long ago—my modesty completely destroyed—but to give it up to hundreds…the tightness in my stomach threatened to make me sick at the thought.

“And…option 2?”

She grinned. “Option 2…” she said, as if she hadn’t really considered a second option. “We take you upstairs. You pick a few people, and they do whatever they want to you for the rest of the night. Away from prying eyes, but complete control. No boundaries.

I swallowed, my throat dry and my cheeks permanently flushed.

“What will it be?” Caroline said. “Public…or private?”

[XboxPoptart]

A hard choice, both for her, and for the reader to pick one to root for. Well done.

[square]

Thanks for all the interest, but I got to be honest, I have no idea where to take this. Anybody have ideas?

I always like the more public embarrassment, like a convenience store run or something.

[Blondie2718]

That's a very promising addition. Curious to see what she chooses.

[ElvenStrider]

i agree, public, and now that the secret is out to the whole school... take this party out into the town some i feel.

[mars357]

I personally like the sound of no boundaries, being fucked with no say in it. They are both hot options tho!!!

[Bucket]

So happy to see this story continue. I really enjoy this a great deal and can't wait for the next chapter!

[jastes22]

I stood there, frozen. Public or private?

My brain was racing so fast it felt like it was going to short-circuit, but the adrenaline had fried every circuit. Trying to think was like chasing a snake through a racing cold river—slippery, impossible, terrifying. The words kept tumbling over each other, none of them landing. Every option felt like stepping onto broken glass.

Private… It would finally mean getting away from the eyes of what felt like hundreds of my peers. Maybe fewer people would mean they’d get bored. Maybe they’d finally leave me alone. A desperate little flicker of hope sparked in my chest at the thought—fragile, trembling, already threatening to die. Just the idea of fewer eyes on my naked body made my shoulders ache with relief I didn’t dare trust.

But what had Caroline said?

Whatever they want. No boundaries.

What the hell did that even mean anymore? Hadn’t everything tonight already been “whatever they wanted”? My stomach twisted painfully, a cold knot forming deep inside. Every inch of me had been explored, touched, documented. Taken away from me.

And somehow… I knew. If I chose private, I wouldn’t get to choose my tormentors. Caroline would be there, of course. And Jackson. I could still feel the ghost of his fingers wrapped around my breasts, squeezing them hard like he owned them. Like I owed him something just for existing in his space. My skin crawled at the memory, a full-body shiver that made my nipples tighten painfully.

Caroline’s fingers traced slowly down my spine, feather-light but possessive. I shuddered hard, the touch both tender and claiming. Goosebumps erupted across my shoulders and down my arms like a rash. Her breath brushed hot against my ear, sending another involuntary shiver racing through me. The scent of her perfume—sweet vanilla and something sharper—filled my nose and made my head spin.

“What will it be, kitty?”

Her voice was sweet poison, soft enough for only me to hear, yet heavy with promise. It wrapped around my throat like the collar she held.

But public? I couldn’t imagine it could be worse than the last two months. Every inch of me had already been explored, documented, touched, photographed. Fingers. Phones. Whispers. More exposure. More everything. What else could I possibly have left to give? They would never be satisfied. Giving myself up to the public would be handing them a life sentence. I would never be free. My mind spun in exhausted circles, searching for an option that didn’t feel like stepping off a cliff into darkness. My legs felt weak. My chest rose and fell in shallow, panicked breaths. I could hear my own heartbeat thundering in my ears.

Caroline’s fingers traced my bare shoulders now, slower, more deliberate. There was a threat in the pressure, a slight push that made my knees tremble. I had to make a choice. Now. My throat tightened until I could barely breathe. My heart hammered so hard I was sure everyone could see it pulsing beneath my skin. Sweat prickled along my hairline despite the chill in the room.

“P-public,” I managed, the word cracking on the way out like thin ice.

A long, terrible pause stretched between us. Caroline tilted her head, eyes gleaming with cruel delight. The silence felt eternal. I could feel the weight of the entire room pressing in on me.

“What was that, kitten?” Her tone was playful, but I heard the steel underneath, sharp enough to cut.

I swallowed hard, my mouth dry as cotton. Heat flooded my cheeks and chest in a violent blush. “Public,” I said again, trying to sound confident, but my voice came out small and shaky, barely more than a squeak. I felt my ability to resist crumble like a deck of cards in the wind. Tears burned at the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.

Caroline’s smile widened, slow and knowing—the one that always turned my stomach to ice and made my knees weak. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing my ear again. “Don’t say it to me. Say it to them.”

My stomach dropped like a stone. For a second I couldn’t move. The crowd seemed to press in closer, their eyes burning into my naked skin like brands. I could feel every single gaze—on my breasts, my stomach, the curve of my hips, the place between my thighs I could no longer hide. My nipples tightened painfully in the cool air. My thighs trembled as I slowly turned toward the sea of faces. My bare feet felt glued to the floor.

I swallowed again, the lump in my throat almost choking me. My voice came out barely above a whisper at first. Caroline’s fingers tightened on my collar, a silent warning. I forced the words louder.

“I would like… my punishment to be public.”

The words hung in the air like a confession I could never take back.

A ripple went through the crowd—mutters, whispers, giggles, a few low cheers. Someone whistled sharply. Another voice called out, “Good girl!” The sound washed over me in a wave of fresh shame so intense I thought I might faint. My face burned. My whole body flushed hot. I wanted to sink through the floor, to disappear, to curl into a ball so small no one could see me, but there was nowhere to hide. I was completely, painfully visible.

Caroline smiled—that slow, knowing smile that always made my knees weak. Both hands curled around the front of my collar. She yanked hard.

I yelped as my feet left the floor for a split second. I sprawled forward, legs splaying awkwardly. A rush of cold air hit every intimate part of me, making me acutely aware of how completely naked and exposed I was. My breasts swung heavily with the motion; I felt the eyes on them, on everything. A fresh wave of humiliation crashed over me.

Before I could steady myself, her fingers twisted into my hair. She grabbed a thick fistful right at the roots and pulled upward, forcing my head back. The sharp sting exploded across my scalp like fire. I cried out, arms flailing uselessly as I tried to rise. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes and spilled over. My bare feet slipped and slid on the smooth floor, toes scrambling for traction that wasn’t there. Every desperate movement only made me look more pathetic, more broken.

I caught a glimpse of it then—the cage.

It was smaller than I expected. Low. Cruel. Metal bars glinting under the harsh lights like a trap waiting to snap shut.

Caroline shoved me forward without mercy. I cried out as my shoulder slammed into the opening first, pain blossoming in my skin. Distantly, I knew that it would bruise. I stumbled, half-falling, half-crawling inside. The cold bars scraped roughly against my hips, my ribs, the side of my breast. I gasped sharply as the freezing metal stole my body heat instantly, raising goosebumps that prickled painfully over every inch of skin. My nipples ached from the sudden chill.
I tried to turn around, but there wasn’t enough room. Panic fluttered wildly in my chest. My knees scraped against the hard, unforgiving floor. My back brushed the top bars with every tiny shift. I had to hunch forward, curling in on myself, thighs pressed tight together, arms instinctively wrapping around my chest. The position left nothing hidden. Nothing protected. My ass pressed against the rear bars, cold and exposed to anyone behind me. I could already feel their stares crawling over me.

Caroline’s hand lingered on the back of my head for a long moment, stroking my hair almost gently, like she was soothing a frightened pet. The tenderness made it worse somehow. Then she withdrew.

“There you go, kitten,” she purred, her voice soft and satisfied, loud enough for the crowd to hear. “Let everyone see what you are.”

The cage door swung shut with a heavy, metallic clang that echoed in my bones and vibrated through the floor.

The lock clicked into place.
Naked.

Trapped.

Caged.

[shmeckle]

Always glad to see more of this series. Definitely one of my favorites.