Chapter 3
Marjorie reached orgasm as Corbett talked to her on the phone and Elouise lapped like a dog inside the folds of her pussy.
Her body was quivering uncontrollably, and she had to hold back the quake in her voice as much as she possibly could to keep her husband from finding out or from suspecting that something was going on.
She was straining to keep from moaning in orgasm as her cunt convulsed in thunderous climaxes. Her clit was throbbing. Her juices were flowing into the mouth of her slave dog.
Elouise was forced to suck up every drop of the cunt juice and swallow it.
She knew that if she didn't, she would be abused with a whip, the way any bad dog would be abused by a strict mistress.
The silver studs which were embedded in the leather collar around her neck were digging into her because Marjorie had fastened the dog collar with the studs facing the inside instead of out. This was just to give Elouise the constant sensation of .discomfort and also to make her aware, at all times, that she was a dog and that her employee in the Lloyd household would be in that capacity — or worse.
When her orgasm had finally stopped, and the sweat dripped down her tits as she caught her breath, she became abrupt with Corbett over the phone.
"I really have to go now," she said quite suddenly and in a snippy tone of voice. "I have to train this maid.”
Corbett recognized her total and very sudden change of mood. He didn't press it. He was coming home, and he knew that he would deal with it then.
His boner started to subside. He could tell that she had changed, and he stopped anticipating the warm pussy that he had been dreaming about. He knew from past experiences with Marjorie that a warm pussy might be waiting for him on his arrival home, and then again, it might not.
He wanted to be king of his own castle, and he deserved to be, what with the money he paid for that privilege. But Marjorie had the upper hand. She wore the pants in the family. Her word was law, even when she exercised her control in a calm and feminine manner.
With her slave woman, such understatedness would not be had. She was pissed that she would not have her slave woman all to herself for the rest of the day. So she was going to do something else to give herself the satisfaction she "Go on, get up. You don't have to be a dog forever," Marjorie said when Elouise, afraid and unsure, indicated with her face that she didn't know whether to accept the key in her hand or to take it in her mouth like the dog she had been made to be.
"I have other things for you to be and other things for you to do," Marjorie said. "Use this key and open that drawer," she said, indicating the bottom drawer of the bureau which stood in the corner of the room. It was an ornate old cabinet, really, with light green paint on it, and little angels painted over that as a design. Over one hundred years of age, the cabinet was an antique. And in the special, secret, bottom drawer, Marjorie kept things which had been used in even more ancient times. Oh, not the same ones, of course, but torture had been around for a long time.
Elouise stood up and felt the pain in her bones. Marjorie looked at her with some distain. The woman's knees were red. Her face was damp with cunt flow. Her hair was hanging, wet with sweat.
"You can crawl there," Marjorie sneered.
Immediately, Elouise fell back to her knees and holding the key in one hand, managed to crawl to the dresser.
She opened the lock and pulled the drawer forward. It was filled with various types of dildos!
She had never seen rubber dicks before! But there they were of all colors, sizes and descriptions.
"Take out one that you like," Marjorie said.
"What?" Elouise asked.
"You heard me, you stupid cunt. Take out a dildo that interests you. You're gonna get fucked by it, so you might as well take one you like.”
Marjorie caught a glimpse of herself in one of the wall mirrors. She adjusted the curls of her long, blonde hair. She wanted to put some more makeup on. She was totally oblivious to Elouise's pain and humiliation, at least in so far as giving the humiliated slave dog any compassion.
Elouise stared into the drawer. It ,was full. She was afraid to even touch the artificial pricks. She didn't know where these objects had been. She was afraid to even think about it.
But she also knew that Marjorie Lloyd was waiting. And Marjorie Lloyd must not be kept waiting — not by her maid, or by anybody.
There would be hell to pay.
The pricks were huge, most of them. The first one she touched had been greased and it remained that way in the drawer. It slipped from Elouise's fingers. She didn't want to hold it. If it still had grease on it, it had probably not been washed after its last use.
The second dildo which she touched was a thick one with a base of two rubber balls. Elouise saw a small piece of metal at the base, below the balls. It was sticking out like a handle. She started to twist this metal extension, and to her amazement, the shaft of the rubber penis began to twist and turn with the movement.
It was obvious that the idea was to take this dick up the cunt, all the way until the balls pressed against the cuntal slit. Then, by twisting and turning the handle of the metal extension, the entire shaft would twist and turn around inside the cunt just like a real, live dick.
She dropped it back into the drawer like a hotcake.
Marjorie, picking up on the gesture, had found the dildo which was right for Elouise. She really didn't want the woman to experience pleasure from this thing. She wanted to get her own rocks off by humiliating and dominating her.
Dominating her sexually was the most intimate way, "Bring that one to me," she snapped.
"Which one are you talkin' about?”
"You know which one I'm talking about, bitch dog. The one you just dropped back into the drawer. That's' the one I'm going to use on you.”
"Oh, please, please," the maid begged.
She meant that she was begging Marjorie not to do it. Marjorie told her that she liked her to beg for it She took the pleas to be signs of wanting it.
"And from now on you can call me Madame. I am the Madame of this house and you are to address me with subservient respect.”
"Madame," Elouise said humbly in an attempt to speak to this dominating bitch on a mature level. "I just came for a job. I - ... ”
"I'll tie you to the post of the bed and keep you there all day if you don't hurry up and fetch me' that dildo. Come on, bitch. Bring it here in your mouth.”
There was no reasoning that Marjorie would hear.
Elouise took the dildo from the drawer. She couldn't hold it in her mouth. It was much too thick for her to close her lips around. It was too heavy for her to carry that way without it falling from her lips and onto the floor.
Yet, her mistress had told her to fetch it, and she had to serve her mistress. She bit into the body of the shaft with her teeth and held onto the rubber prick that way.
She brought the dildo to her mistress on her hands and knees.
"You know that this is all for your own good," Marjorie said. "It's the training you need. The hired help that's around today needs to be disciplined like this. You need to know who the boss is so that you can fully serve.”
Elouise dropped the dildo from her mouth. It plopped down on the floor at Marjorie's feet. She picked it up and told Elouise to stick her tongue out.
"Come on, bitch, stick that tongue way out. The spit from your tongue is the only lubrication you're gonna get, so you better spit it up while you have the chance.”
Humiliated, Elouise did as she was told. She felt her tongue muscle trembling as she held it out as far from her mouth as it would stretch.
The big dick slid across it.
Marjorie gave Elouise's tongue a taste of the shaft, then the balls, then the head. She even taunted her bitch slave by shoving the head of the cock as far back down into Elouise's throat as it would go.
Suddenly, Elouise felt her air supply cut off by the invading monster. Her throat was filled with the thick rubber dick.
Thankfully, Marjorie removed the dick from Elouise's throat as fast as she had stuffed it down. There were still some little blessings to be thankful for.
"Up on your hindquarters so I can stick this thing in where it belongs," Marjorie said. "Go on, stick your ass up.”
"My ass?" Elouise gasped, her eyes opened wide, like saucers.
"You'll be aware of your position as my servant. With a dildo up your fucking ass, I think you'll get the message loud and clear.”
Elouise fumbled for a moment. Actually, two thoughts were racing through her head at the same time, causing her not to act as Marjorie had commanded.
One of the thoughts was for her to get out of there as soon as possible, any way possible. If it meant jumping up and fighting back, that was what she would have to do. If it meant going home without a job, well, it seemed now that going home without a job would be the better alternative, all things considered.
But there was something which stopped her, and if that wasn't another simultaneous thought, then it was a streak of subservience which was part of her.
She hobbled up on her hands and knees and assumed the position which Marjorie insisted upon for her. There was a low, sideless chair, and this is what Marjorie wanted Elouise to bend over.
The naked woman, with the collar around her neck, was a beautiful looking slave. Her brown body was ample enough to take the abuse Marjorie dished out. She was full, round, and womanly. A big girl, she offered a wide target for Marjorie's female sadism, and she was strong enough to take it. Not that she had any choice in the matter, Marjorie knew what she was going to do.
She placed her body over the chair and offered her nakedness for her mistress.
She felt a cool breeze of air chill her naked, upturned buttocks as Marjorie swished by. She looked over the naked behind, seeing the furry vagina below it in the position which stretched Elouise across the chair.
It was usually used for spanking, and while Marjorie was at it, she took advantage of that.
"Madame, yes I was, but I barely had tune to arrange for my children and catch the train and come here from the Bronx before ... ”
"I didn't ask for excuses. You were supposed to be here by noon or before. You were expected at that time and it was your agreement to be here then.”
"Well, when the lady from the agency called me and told me that I would have to be here by noon I did my best.”
"Your best was not good enough in this case, dog. And if you are going to serve me as my maid, you must improve yourself. You must never keep me waiting. I will see to that, with a little bit of much-deserved discipline. I'm going to introduce you to the yardstick.”
The yardstick. Yes, Elouise knew of the yardstick. This introduction would be like a re-introduction. She had been whipped on her bare hindquarters with a yardstick before, back home in Georgia when she was a little girl growing up there. Discipline was strict in those parts in those times. Many was the time she had her bare bottom blazed up with what they called the licking stick.
Elouise was going to get another licking.
"You were to be here at twelve noon," Marjorie said, testing the weight of the three-foot long wooden ruler. "Instead, you arrived at twelve minutes after twelve. I'm going to give you twelve good, hard ones with this stick across your naked butt. Maybe next time you'll think twice about being late.”
"I'm sorry, Madame," Elouise said humbly.
"That will do you no good now. A few days from now, when you still feel twelve smacks of yardstick blistering your bottom, you'll be even more sorry. But you won't be late again.”
With that, she struck the first blow. There was a moment of deadly silence before the stick whistled through the air, landing squarely on both of the smooth ass cheeks at the same time.
Crack!
A red mark appeared on the tan flesh just as soon as the crack echoed through the room. It was followed by another and another.
"One, Madame. Thank you. May I have another one, Madame?" Elouise asked.
"Yes you may."
Smack!
"Thank you, Madame. Two, Madame. May I have another one, please?"
Smack!
It went on like this, each smack as hard as the one before. Sometimes, after all the area of the rounded globes and the upper thighs had been made red, Marjorie started smacking in the same places again, causing overlapping weals to well up in the flesh.
After the seventh and eight blows, Elouise started to wriggle around a lot more. She wanted to avoid the blows, but her body was vulnerable to them.
It felt like Marjorie had a fire going back there on her ass.
"You still have four more to go," Marjorie announced.
"Yes, thank you, Madame," Elouise said weakly. She knew that the final strokes of the twelve would be the most painful and stinging. The heat and the sting of the previous wallops was still burning Elouise's behind.
"Spread your cheeks," Marjorie said, before landing the final four.
"Excuse me, Madame?”
"I said spread your ass globes and open up that asshole of yours. I'm gonna give you your last four cracks up the crack of your hole. That'll warm it up for the big one — the ten inch dildo!”
Elouise reached behind her and spread the cheeks of her beautiful ass. The rounded globes opened up, exposing a puckered ring of tan flesh — her asshole.
It was the opening to an inner warmth. She stretched her body back, exposing more and more of the inside.
"Show me your bunghole," Marjorie said. "Let me see that shit chute open wide.”
When the hole was exposed as much as physically possible, Marjorie landed the final four smacks in quick succession.
She took the huge dildo, which had been slicked with Elouise's own spit, and she inserted the bulbous cock head into the tender anal opening.
The inside of the asshole was red hot where she had smacked it. The tender opening was blazing and red and quivering as the head was slowly, but forcefully inserted into the rectum of the submissive maid.
Inch by inch, the dildo stretched the anal canal, filling it with hot rubber.
Elouise was not used to such treatment. She had never taken something like this up inside of her asshole before. It was painful, but once the full length of it had impaled her, there was a feeling of being totally filled which aroused her enough to make her nipples get hard and her clit feel all aglow.
With the big, rubber balls up against the inner cheeks and the rosebud of the big ass, Marjorie began to twist the metal rod which extended inside the length of the rubber fuck stick.
"Oh, owwwwwww," Elouise moaned. The cock was stretching every part of her asshole. It felt like nothing she had ever experienced. Her entire asshole was alive with the sensation of it. It made her cunt tingle. Her pussy and asshole were really closely associated. They I were simultaneously stimulated with a pain I which turned to pleasure.
The dick was wriggling around inside the ass channel. Every inch of the inner canal was being touched with the filling rod.
Marjorie unsnapped the garter belt which she had been wearing. She wanted to use the belt which had been around her private parts all day — and she wanted to use them on her maid.
She took the garter belt and tied it around the base of the dildo, where the big balls were. In this way, she had made a kind of sling which held the dick in place up the ass. She tied it real tight so that it would hold the dildo inside no matter what position Elouise assumed.
"This will keep that dick up your ass all day long. That way you won't be like a bitch in heat, longing for a prick up you. You'll have one up your asshole at all times to remind you of your place.”
"Yes.”
"Put your uniform on over the dildo.
Nobody will know that you are wearing the dildo up your ass except you and I.”
Well, there was certainly no question that Elouise would be aware of the presence of a fat, ten inch dick up her asshole.
She was stretched and filled with it.
She put on the things Marjorie gave her. This was her uniform. It started with a pair of black lace panties. They were crotchless, exposing her hairy pussy. There must have been reasons for that, but Elouise wasn't asking.
The rear of the panties were normal, covering the big balls which stuck out at the base of the dildo which was the only part of the ten inch thing not inside of her.
On top of the panties was the little skirt of black satin, with the white apron with the sash which tied in the back. Her bra was also black lace, and Marjorie had cut the front of the bra cups with a pair of scissors. This way, the naked nipples were exposed.
On top of that, however, was the top of the uniform with the white collar, lowcut though it was. In her hair, she .wore the little white cap which Marjorie had provided to give her maids the total look of elegance and formality which she felt they should possess.
If only she could get these servants to behave as good as they looked. She was in search of total subservience, and even though she was getting excellent results with Elouise, something simply wasn't clicking.
She didn't know exactly what it was, but she wasn't getting the satisfaction, or even the gratification that she had expected out of this. She had found a willing servant, and now there was something about the servant which turned Marjorie off — or at least, did not turn her on.
What was it?
She wasn't sure. Perhaps it had something to do with dominating and wanting to be dominated. The two ends of the pole. She wondered.
Black fishnet stockings and high heels which were more than seven inches tall, completed the uniform. Elouise felt like an Amazon woman in those teetering heels. She could barely walk in them without falling, but Marjorie told her that she would have to learn to walk balancing a book on her head if she didn't learn without it first, and fast.
She was given a little advice.
"You are to behave like the proper maid," Marjorie told her. "When my husband is here, you are not to let on about anything that happened between us. I'm sure you know what kinds of things I mean. You'll keep quiet about them, or I'll see to it that you'll be a very sorry bitch.”
"Yes.”
"And I'm keeping an account of every time you address me without the proper respect. You'll pay for that later, too.”
Marjorie went around putting away all traces of things which would point to what had taken place. The bottom drawer was closed and locked. The closet which kept all of the whips and chains was locked, too.
When Corbett finally arrived home, he found everything back to normal except that there was now a young maid to take care of things around the house.
"This is Elouise," Marjorie said, introducing Corbett to the new maid.
"Pleased to meet you," Elouise said, not letting on that she felt like a French maid in this silly uniform which was much too small for her, showing off much more flesh than she had expected or wanted to.
When she walked, she teetered on the seven inch heels. And with her every step, she was aware of the dildo which, probed about inside of her.
"Let the maid answer the phone and all of that," Corbett said, holding Marjorie close. "I came in the middle of the day because I was hot for you. I wanna fuck you.”
"No. I'm not in the mood," Marjorie said.
"Look at this," Corbett said, holding his stiff erection through his pants. The outline of it was clear, right down to the flared head which was defined through the thin material of his pants.
"I've been working with this maid all morning," Marjorie said. "I've been breaking her in. I need to ... ”
Corbett wasn't hearing any of it. He wanted to take his chance with his wife. He wanted to fuck her, and that was what he was going to do.
He closed the door to their bedroom so that the new maid wouldn't hear the sounds of their loving.
Actually, the sounds were not to the sounds of love, but the sounds of struggle, instead. He wrestled her for her cunt, throwing her to the bed and forcing himself on her.
She almost gave in because she was aroused by the he-man nature he was demonstrating. She couldn't recall him being this aggressive for a long time, and she liked the challenge of the power play. Like many dominating, castrating bitches, what she really wanted was to be dominated herself.
Of course, it couldn't be just anybody who would be qualified to do it. Marjorie knew that she could only be subdued by a master who knew the ropes. He would have to be somebody who she could trust and obey as well as love. Then she would serve because such a person would command, and even demand her respect.
But when she looked into her husband's eyes, she doubted he was the man. He just wasn't evil enough. He wasn't creative enough in his sadism, if he had any sadistic qualities in him at all.
"No, Corbett, I can't," she said again.
It was then that they both heard the door slam.
It startled them. The front door of the apartment had suddenly been slammed closed. They both ran out to see what was up, Marjorie was in the lead.
She called Elouise's name, but the woman was nowhere to be seen.
"That bitch," Marjorie cursed.
"She left?" Corbett asked.
"That's the way it looks. She's nowhere to be seen. She took her clothes with her. But look, she left her uniform.”
There it was, on the floor near the door. The apron and the skirt and the top and the little piece for her hair and even the bra and panties were there on the floor beside the fetish heels.
But the dildo which had been tied into her asshole had not been left behind with the other things.
Marjorie had lost another maid - and another dildo.
"What is it with these maids?" Corbett asked. "Why do they keep running away like that?”
"Your guess is as good as mine," Marjorie said. "It's part of the general disintegration of the world, I guess. People just don't care any longer. They have no respect for a good job.”
She didn't reveal the dimple of her smile. This was to be a serious matter. Only she knew why Elouise, like many others before her, had slipped out on the very first day of work. In fact, they left the first moment they had the chance. The only miracle about what happened with Marjorie and Elouise was that Elouise had stayed as long as she had.
"I’ll just have to call the agency and get them to send somebody else over.”
"Disgusting, isn't it?" Corbett sighed. "Hired help is so hard to find. It takes good luck and good searching to find the proper person.”
"I'll just have to keep looking," Marjorie said, "If I keep on trying, I'm sure I'll find the right person for the job, eventually.”
She drew her robe around her. All day, and she still had not put her clothes on. This was how it was for her every day. She would lie around in bed in the morning while Corbett puttered around in the kitchen. He kept the door to their bedroom closed so that the light and noise would not bother her.
He made coffee for himself and for her. She drank her coffee in bed.
He sat on his bed and she sat on up in her bed. They had shared one bed when they were first married, but they had decided to separate the two single beds when it became hot in the summer.
They had central air conditioning in the elegant building in which they lived, and with the huge terrace which overlooked the city, there was a breeze to* be felt if ever there were one.
It hadn't been a terribly hot summer at all, but Marjorie complained of humidity. Corbett always thought it was amusing that she didn't complain when they were sitting around a swimming pool in some tropic island. But then, Marjorie claimed that there was a different kind of heat there. It wasn't as sticky and humid, she said, and she was right, but there was probably more to it than that. There always was more to it when it involved Marjorie.
She had been born with a silver spoon in her mouth. When she took Corbett's cock in her cunt, she spit out the silver spoon, but only shortly. It was soon back, and her cunt was tightened up whenever she could. Sex had been great, but now that Corbett was supporting her, she was happy to keep her mouth wrapped around the silver spoon past, and not around his cock.
Her mouth never went near it.
That was alright as far as Corbett was concerned. He was also from a well to do family. They came from New Hampshire.
He did not think that his wife should suck his cock. He often spoke of it, but he followed through with the women he paid, and not with Marjorie.
She often teased him about it, but when he held her face down to his naked cock, she would usually come close to it, but stop short of taking it in her mouth.
He would feel her soft face near his cock.
She would feel the warmth of it, and the warmth of his crotch and balls.
He would push his pelvis forward until he felt the softness of her upturned nose brushing against the flared head. He would feel a strand of her long, blonde hair as his cock moved against her smooth face.
She would open her mouth and place it over the head of the cock. She would let her tongue drop a few droplets of saliva, and maybe when she licked the opening of his cock, his slit, a string of clear liquid would delicately connect his cock and her mouth.
But when it came time to put her mouth down on it and take it down until her teeth caressed the base of it, she withdrew and moaned a little moan which told her husband that she just didn't want to.
Her mother never did that with her father.
Her mother was the one who held the key to much of what went on in Marjorie's life. Some of Corbett's friends believed that Marjorie's mother had threatened to disown and disinherit her unless she married by the age of twenty-five. Mama had all the money in the world, but she liked to control her daughter with it. She wanted Marjorie to have her own source of income and not be dependent. She wanted her daughter to prove that she could have a rich man and still love her, even when she didn't need the money.
As it happened, Corbett did have enough for both of them. He was doing exceptionally well in his young law practice. He had married Marjorie on a whim, but he wasn't sorry.
He knew that she was just not suited for work because she was so used to being pampered. He didn't mind. He wanted to pamper her more.
It suited his ego to be her supporter, financial and otherwise.
"It's just so much trouble doing this maid interview thing," Marjorie huffed after a while of pacing while Corbett watched on, afraid to ask what was bothering her. He was afraid she would snap at him if he asked.
"I'll help you if you want," he told her. "I've been thinking about taking more time off from work and being with you. I don't care what you think of the idea. I think it would be a good idea.”
"You don't trust me by myself," she pouted. "That's it. You think that when you go to work I have a man here. Or maybe a dozen men!”
"Honey, it's nothing like that."
"Maybe you think I hired these maids for a day and I beat them or use them for my personal sex slaves. Huh? Is that why you want to be here? To make sure that I don't tie up some poor black maid and hang her from the ceiling?”
"Marjorie, sometimes I think you're crazy," he said, when her responses seemed more serious than humorous to him.
"So that's it. You think I'm crazy.”
He could see that she was picking a fight It happened frequently. She would goad him on. He would snap back. She would say something to insult him. He'd keep calm, but she'd twist his words around and throw them back at him.
It went on and on, always ending in the same thing. She would storm away from him, slamming a door behind her. They would stay separated for a good period of time, several hours sometimes. He would come to her to apologize, but she wouldn't hear of it. She'd lock the bathroom door and stay inside.
This time, the telephone rang before she could storm away.
"Mama!" she exclaimed. "How are you!”
Corbett watched her as she flopped down on the green satin couch. Her long legs were smooth and perfectly formed. The shape of them was inviting, especially at the thighs where her hips flared out such enough that he wanted to hold onto her there. He wanted to rub the soft stubble of his five o'clock shadow against the delicate flesh of her inner thigh, making her quiver as he told her he loved her.
He wanted her to hold onto him, pressing her bosom into him. He watched as the sheer negligee moved up and down across her naked cunny. The blond hairs of her pussy could be seen through the material.
"Mama, how is Jamaica? Oh, it's hot? Yes, it's terribly hot here, too. I'm sure it's worse here. What? Oh, yes, yes, of course we have air conditioning. Are you kidding? I'd die without it. I'd just die.
"What? Oh, it's on right now. I keep it on all night and even when I go out. What's that? A riot? Oh, my God. Corbett, Mama says there's all kinds of rioting down in Jamaica. I hope you stay out of the black areas.
"What? Corbett, Mama says the blacks called her a rich bitch and cursed at her even worse. It's shocking. They should be shot for that.”
Corbett had to smile at the thought of Marjorie's mother being called a rich bitch. He had wanted to call her worse than that, many times.
He turned his face away to keep from showing the smile.
He looked outside. On the terrace opposite his, a young black model was sunning herself. She was already bronzed by nature, from birth. Corbett thought that it was amusing that she should want to tan herself. Just as amusing, it so happened, as she thought it was for white people to lie in the sun trying to get dark as she was.
She was sipping from some cool tropic drink as she stretched out on her stomach. Her dark flesh was pressed against a white towel.
Her bottom was covered with a string bikini bottom. There were two dimples above her full ass cheeks. Corbett couldn't really see them from the distance he was away from her, but somehow he just sensed that a woman with a figure as luscious as her, figure was would have dimples above her ass globes.
She made her money off her body — as a model of high fashion. Now, on her free time, she untied the top of her bikini and let her back take the sun without interference. Her breasts stayed within the cups of the bikini bra.
Corbett saw her catch his eye. She looked at him for a moment and then turned her head away. He continued to stare at her, but when she didn't respond, he returned into the living room.
"How much did it cost? Did you get one for me?”
Marjorie was still on the telephone, talking long distance with her mother who was calling from Jamaica. Corbett assumed that Marjorie's mother had reversed the charges. Whenever she telephoned from one of the places she was visiting, even if it was half the world away, she would call collect and Marjorie would accept the charges. They would appear on Corbett's bill.
"Corbett, Mama was robbed while she was in Jamaica. A black stole her watch and then showed it to her and made her pay for it again." She turned back to the receiver. "You mean you had to pay to get your own watch back?”
Corbett was uninterested in the conversation. He wanted his wife. He wanted her to warm up to him and give him what he needed.
He placed his knee beside her on the couch and leaned over. He pulled the negligee off of her shoulder. It was smooth and creamy, and he knew that when his lips moved over it, it would be soft to the touch.
She made a face, crinkling up her eyebrows and pouting her lips. It was not a face of welcome. She had not forgotten that she was being pissed at him. She pushed him away.
"I've been having a terrible time trying to find a maid," she told her mother. "You can't get maids like Cookie anymore," she said, speaking of a now elderly black woman who was the family maid for many years when Marjorie was growing up on an estate in Long Island.
"Oh, really. Mama says that hired help is easy to come by in Jamaica. They do everything for the smallest possible wages. They just don't know any better. Oh, and she says that many of them want to come over to America. That's what they've heard about for so many years, she says. America. America. It's paradise to them. It's the biggest. Maybe you can find me some girl and bring her over. You know, that could be her pay, her chance at coming over.
"What? Oh, Mama, I can't hear you. The connection's gone bad. What? Oh, Mama. Mama? Mama? Hello? Can you hear me? Hello!”
Marjorie clicked the buttons at the top of the phone.
"Somebody cut a wire. Mama said so before she hung up. She's staying at a hotel and the black help is rioting there. They resent the white people who come in. It's crazy because they bring industry there and give the people jobs.”
"And pay them practically nothing," Corbett said. He wasn't even trying to get back on the subject of sex. That was a closed subject in every way,
"They opened a big soda plant out there recently.”
"Yeah, and they polluted the water with the wastes from it," Corbett said.
"You're the big corporate lawyer," she told him. "You make your money from the big companies, too.”
"Let's not talk about my work," Corbett sighed. "I want to spend more time with you. I want to look out for you. I want to help you with every thing.”
"You want to help me find a maid," she said, bringing the subject back again.
"Well, I wasn't thinking of that, exactly."
"The people at the agency are going to be very upset when they find out that another maid has run out of here. I'm going to have to start calling a new agency where they don't know me yet.”
"I'll be around when you audition the maid, if you want me to be," Corbett said.
What irked Marjorie most was that Elouise didn't stay around long enough to go through with the next part of her punishment. She wanted to have Elouise do her bidding in silent suffering.
She wanted Corbett to give the maid her orders and watch her in her tiny uniform while all the time she was feeling the pressure of the dildo up her ass.
That was how Marjorie was going to get her thrills. That was how she was going to keep her cunny dripping with love juices. They would have nothing to do with love, those juices. They would be sex juices, milked from her cunt by the humiliation of Elouise — silent humiliation in the face of her husband.
But the damn bitch got away with the dildo still up her ass.
That was what Marjorie was thinking as she slammed the door on Corbett. She sat at her dressing table and applied her lipstick.