Carol’s Cleaner (F/F. F/FF)

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The morning dew glistened on the leaves outside the kitchen window as Carol sipped her lukewarm coffee. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss, a peculiar tension in the air that she hadn't felt in a long time. She had always been meticulous about her schedule, but today she found herself eagerly awaiting the arrival of someone she had never met before. Manda, the young Ukrainian cleaner her friend had recommended, was due to come by at ten. The house was already spotless, a testament to Carol's obsessive neatness. Yet she felt a strange thrill at the thought of someone else touching her things, rearranging her perfectly ordered life, if only for a few hours.

The doorbell chimed, and Carol's heart skipped a beat. She smoothed her blonde hair and took a deep breath before opening the door.

Manda, a striking figure with piercing blue eyes, greeted her with a shy smile. She was dressed in a traditional maid's uniform that accentuated her slender frame. The contrast between her crisp white apron and the black stockings that stretched up her legs was tantalizing. High-heeled shoes clicked against the tiles as she walked in, carrying a bag of cleaning supplies.

Carol felt a rush of excitement mixed with apprehension as she led Manda into her house. She had decided on a black t-shirt and jeans for the occasion, feeling the soft fabric cling to her in a way that was both comfortable and slightly rebellious. Her bare feet felt cool against the floor as she stepped aside to let Manda enter the space.

Manda looked around the immaculate living room, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of the gleaming surfaces and neatly arranged knick-knacks. "Where would you like me to start?" she asked in her thick, melodic accent.

Carol took a moment to gather her thoughts, her pulse racing. She had been contemplating this all week, the thrill of relinquishing control to this stranger. "Actually, Manda, I have a rather... unorthodox request."

Manda tilted her head, curiosity piquing. "Unorthodox? What do you mean, Mrs. Carol?"

Swallowing hard, Carol took Manda's hand and led her to the spare room, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never done anything like this before, but the idea had been consuming her. "I want you to tie me up," she murmured, her cheeks flushing.

Manda's eyes grew wide with surprise, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she studied Carol's face, searching for any sign of a joke or a change of heart. Finding none, she nodded slowly. "Okay, Mrs. Carol. If this is what you wish, I will do it carefully."

The spare room was small and cluttered, a stark contrast to the rest of the house. Carol picked out the rope from her drawer, feeling the rough fibers slide through her trembling fingers. She handed it to Manda, along with a couple of scarves she had selected for the task. "Use whatever you think is best," she instructed, her voice steady despite her racing thoughts.

Manda's gaze flickered over the items before she turned to Carol, her expression unreadable. She took the rope and began to unravel it, her movements precise and deliberate. Carol watched, her breath shallow, as the young woman looped the rope around her wrists, securing them behind her back with a knot that was surprisingly tight but not painful. The act of being bound was both terrifying and exhilarating, a mix of vulnerability and excitement she hadn't felt in years.

Next, Manda took more ropes and wrapped them around Carol's ankles, then moved to just below her knees and working her way up above to the older womans thighs. Each layer of fabric was taut but not restrictive, a gentle reminder of the control she had given up. When she was done, Carol's legs were effectively swueezed together unable to take more than small, awkward shuffling steps. The sensation was peculiar, a mix of constraint and a strange sense of freedom. Carol wiggled her toes in excitement.

The gag came next. Manda held up a scarf, soft and redolent with the scent of Carol's favorite perfume, which she had found neatly folded in the drawer. "Open," she instructed, and Carol obeyed, parting her lips. Manda gently stuffed the scarf into Carol's mouth, filling it with the sweet, musky fragrance. She tied the gag tight enough to muffle any cries but loose enough to allow for breathing. The knot was nestled against the base of Carol's skull, the fabric pressing against her cheeks. Manda finished off by wrapping the silver duct tape over the scarf securing it.

Carol's eyes watered slightly at the sudden pressure, but she nodded her consent. With each breath, the fabric pushed against her teeth and the tape whispered against her skin. The sound was a constant reminder of her vulnerability and the thrill of her decision.

Manda's touch was gentle as she tied the scarf over Carol's eyes, the fabric cool against her skin. She took a deep breath, feeling the world around her fade into darkness. The sudden blindness heightened her other senses. She could hear Manda's the click of Mada’s heels as she moved around the room, the rustle of fabric as she bent to pick up the tape, the sound of it being ripped from the roll then smotthed over yhe scarf blindfold securing it.

"Mrs. Carol," Manda whispered, her breath warm on Carol's ear. "Shall I tie your elbows too?"

The question sent a shiver down Carol's spine. The thought of being completely immobilized was both terrifying and thrilling. She nodded, feeling her heart thumping against her chest. Manda took the rope and, with the same careful attention, wrapped it around Carol's elbows, drawing them together and tying them in a way that was snug but not painful. Carol felt the tension in her shoulders and arms as she struggled against the restraints, testing their strength. The ropes held firm, and she was forced to stand still, her breaths coming in short, muffled gasps. She then wrapped the loose ends of rooe around Carol’s chest , passing abive and below her large boobs and squeezing them slightly.

Manda paused, her eyes wandering over Carol's body: her dehumanised face, just a nose poking between the tape of her gag and blindfold; her ample chest thryst forward; white ropes agains the black cloth of her dhirt; her denim clad legs welded together leadint to her fst botton; finally, her wiggling white feet. She bent down to tie her big toes together. The act was surprisingly intimate, the younger woman's fingers deftly maneuvering the narrow chord. The pressure was gentle, but it was clear there would be no escape without Manda's assistance. The feeling of her toes being bound together sent a jolt of excitement up Carol's legs, and she had to bite down on the scarf to stifle a moan.

Once she was satisfied with her work, Manda straightened up and took a step back. She reached out and lightly tickled the arch of Carol's right foot with a feather duster she normally used for cleaning, watching as the older woman squirmed and giggled. The sound was muffled by the gag, but the vibrations against Manda's fingertips told her that she had hit the right spot. Carol's bound legs kicked, and she struggled to escape the torment, the ropes cutting into her skin slightly.

Manda chuckled softly, a wicked glint in her eye. "Behave, Mrs. Carol," she admonished, her accent thick with amusement. "You are my little captive now."

With that, Manda turned away and left the room, her high heels clacking down the hallway. The sound grew faint as she disappeared into the house, leaving Carol alone with the symphony of her own breathing and the muffled thud of her heart. The feather's caress had been a teaser, a promise of more to come. She could feel her body responding, a warmth spreading from her core. The anticipation was maddening, a thrill she hadn't experienced in what felt like an eternity.

The silence was broken only by the occasional hum of the vacuum cleaner or the jingle of keys as Manda moved from room to room. The cleaning noises grew distant and then closer, a rhythmic pattern that was both soothing and eerie. Carol's imagination began to run wild, conjuring images of Manda bending over in her tight skirt, her firm buttocks flexing as she scrubbed the floor or dusted the shelves.

Time stretched out before her, an elastic band of anticipation. Every now and then, she would strain to hear the sound of footsteps approaching the spare room, her breath catching in her throat. But the hours ticked by, and Manda remained elusive. The only company she had was the faint scent of cleaning products that wafted in from the corridor, hinting at the transformation taking place beyond the door.

The room grew hot and stuffy, and Carol's skin began to stick to her clothes. Sweat beaded on her forehead, tracing a path down the side of her face to the collar of her t-shirt. Her bound body was a prison of its own making, and she shifted uncomfortably, testing the limits of her restraints. The ropes held firm, reminding her that she was utterly at Manda's mercy.

As the hours ticked by, the noises of the house grew familiar: the whirl of the vacuum cleaner, the occasional sound of a door being shut too hard, the muffled sound of Manda's voice as she sang to herself in Ukrainian. Each sound brought with it a fresh wave of arousal, painting a picture in Carol's mind of Manda's lithe figure moving through the house. The smell of lemon cleaner grew stronger, and she knew that soon, her own prison would be gleaming from the younger woman's attentions.

Manda had taken off her heels to make her work easier, and her black nylon covered feet made no sound as they padded across the wooden floor. The quietness of her movements only added to Carol's excitement, a silent dance that she was both participating in and watching from afar. With each step, Manda's thoughts grew more daring, her imagination running wild with the possibilities of what she could do to her bound employer.

The vacuum cleaner hummed in the distance as Manda reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone, her heart racing. She had never felt like this before, a thrill that was both naughty and exhilarating. She began to type out a message to her friend, Natasha, detailing her situation. Her thumbs danced over the screen, sharing the details of the woman tied upstairs and her own growing desire to explore the boundaries of power and submission.

As she worked, her thoughts drifted back to Carol, the image of her, bound and blindfolded, was seared into her mind. Manda couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to sneak into the room, to touch her, to tease her.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, the vibration sending a thrill down her spine. She glanced at the screen to see Natasha's response to her message: "Oh my god, Manda! You're so bad!" It was followed by a string of laughing emojis. The words brought a blush to her cheeks, and she felt a thrill at the idea of sharing this secret with someone. The bondage was something she had seen in movies and read about in books, but never dared to try herself. The power she had over Carol was intoxicating.

Manda slipped her phone back into her pocket and continued her work, her mind racing with the delicious thoughts of her bound employer. She moved into the kitchen, scrubbing the counters with renewed vigor, her mind conjuring images of Carol's naked body, stretched out on the bed upstairs, her skin glistening with sweat. The smell of the cleaning products grew stronger as she worked, mixing with the scent of her own arousal.

Finally, after three hours of meticulous cleaning, Manda decided it was time to check on her captive. She had avoided the spare room deliberately, allowing the anticipation to build. The house was spotless, a gleaming testament to her efficiency and discipline. She had done her best to keep her mind on the task at hand, but the siren's call of the bound woman upstairs grew too strong to resist.

As she approached the door, her hand hovering over the doorknob, the doorbell rang, echoing through the silent house. She frowned, her heart skipping a beat. Had Carol been expecting anyone? She was clearly a maid if she had to explain Carol’s sudden inability to come to the door. Cautiously, she tiptoed down the stairs and peeked through the peephole, her eyes widening in surprise. Natasha, her friend and confidante, stood on the porch in a crimson top that clung to her curves, a short black skirt, and dangerously high heels that accentuated her long, bare legs.

Manda's stomach flipped as she recognized Natasha’s mischievous grin. She swung the door open, her pulse racing. "What are you doing here?" she hissed, trying to keep her voice low enough not to be heard upstairs.

Natasha winked, her eyes glinting with excitement. "I had to see this for myself," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. She stepped inside, her heels echoing through the hallway. She took in Manda's uniform with a knowing smile, her gaze lingering on the ropes peeking out of the cleaning bag.

Manda led Natasha upstairs, Natasha discarding her herls to maintain the silence of their approach, the tension in the air thickening with every step. They approached the spare room, and Natasha's eyes gleamed with curiosity as Manda unlocked the door. The sight of Carol, bound, gagged and blindfolded, brought a gasp to Natasha's lips. The older woman's chest heaved with excitement, her skin flushed from the heat and the anticipation of what was to come.

"Is she okay?" Natasha whispered, her eyes wide with shock and excitement.

Manda nodded, her cheeks flushing with both pride and embarrassment. "She asked for it," she murmured, her voice barely audible.

In the room, Carol heard the soft click of the door opening and the sound of whispered voices. Her heart leaped into her throat, her mind had been racing with thoughts of Manda's return. Would she be released from her bonds? Would the cleaning woman finally give in to the allure of her bound form and indulge in the dark desires that had brought her to this moment? But now she realised there were two women with her. Panic got her and she kicked, thrashed and screamed into her gag.

The whispers grew louder, and the door creaked open. Two pairs of soft footsteps approached her, one in bare feet and one in stockinged soles. "Hello, Mrs. Carol," Natasha purred, her accent similar to Manda's but with a harder edge. "My friend has told me so much about you. I hope you don't mind the surprise."

Carol's body tensed, her mind racing. Who was this newcomer, and what did she want? The panic grew in her chest, her breaths coming faster, muffled by the fabric in her mouth. She could feel the warmth of Natasha's body as she moved closer, her breath ghosting over her bound form.

Natasha leaned in, her voice a sultry whisper. "Don't worry, Mrs. Carol," she assured her. "We're just going to make sure you're comfortable. After all, you wouldn't want to miss out on the fun, would you?"

Manda stepped closer, her eyes lingering on the bound woman's heaving chest. With a mischievous smirk, she reached out and began to gently massage Carol's breasts. The touch was unexpected, sending a jolt of pleasure through Carol's body. Her nipples hardened under Manda's touch, and she squirmed against the ropes, the fabric of her t-shirt providing a delicious friction.

Meanwhile, Natasha had crouched down in front of her, her skirt riding up to reveal more of her toned thighs. She took one of Carol's wiggling feet and began to tickle the soles, her nails skimming over the sensitive skin. The sensation was maddening, sending waves of pleasure up Carol's legs. She struggled to keep still, her legs kicking in an attempt to escape Natasha's relentless assault.

The two women giggled, their whispers growing more playful as they explored the bounds of their newfound power. Manda's hands roamed further up Carol's body, her thumbs brushing against the ropes that held her elbows together, sending bolts of pleasure through her arms. Natasha's tickling grew more intense, her fingers dancing over the arches of Carol's feet and along her calves, eliciting muffled squeals from behind the gag.

Manda felt the soft fabric of the t-shirt give way to skin as she slid her hands under it. Her fingers danced across Carol's belly, teasing the edge of her bra, sending a delicious shiver through the bound woman. She could feel the tension in Carol's body, the way her muscles tightened and released in a silent dance of pleasure and panic. The thrill of the situation was palpable, a heady mix of power and desire.

Natasha's full lips curled into a grin as she took one of Carol's toes into her mouth, sucking gently. Carol's legs jerked in response, a muffled cry escaping her gag. Natasha's eyes flicked up to meet Manda's, and the two women shared a knowing glance. They were both enjoying this more than they had expected, the thrill of the unexpected playing out in their own private theater.

Manda's hands slid under the hem of Carol's t-shirt, her fingernails lightly scraping against the soft, warm skin of her belly. She traced patterns that made Carol's stomach muscles quiver, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. At the same time, she reached up to cup her breasts, feeling their weight through the fabric of her bra. Her thumbs flicked over the hardened nipples, eliciting a gasp from the bound woman.

"Do you think you are wearing too many clothes, Mrs. Carol?" Manda whispered into her ear, her breath hot against the side of Carol's face. The question was rhetorical, a playful challenge that made Natasha giggle.

The panic that had gripped Carol at Natasha's arrival began to give way to a different kind of excitement. The sensation of two sets of hands on her body was overwhelming, a symphony of touch that sent her senses into overdrive. She squirmed in the ropes, trying to press herself closer to Manda's touch, the fabric of her t-shirt now damp with sweat. She could feel the younger woman's breath on her neck, and it sent a shiver down her spine.

Natasha's tongue continued to probe between her toes as finger nails scraped her soles giving her intense feelings of torture and arousal combined. Manda whispered in Natasha’s ear “she’s getting all hot and bothered. Do you think we need to get her out of these sweaty clothes?”

Natasha’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she pulled her head back from Carol’s foot, her tongue popping out to catch her bottom lip in a seductive gesture. She stood and moved behind Carol, her hands following the rope that wrapped around her chest. With a deft flick of her wrists, Natasha untied the knor that held the rope in place. The rope slithered away, and the fabric of the t-shirt clung to Carol's skin, outlining the curves of her body. “No.” Said Manda. “Let’s take her to her own bedtoom first.”

Manda and Natasha each took one of Carol's arms and lifted her to her fert, then began to lead her out of the spare room. Her legs were still bound tightly together, forcing her to hop awkwardly. The rope between her toes was a constant reminder of her vulnerability and the thrill of the situation. The sound of their giggling filled the air as they maneuvered her down the hallway, her bare feet slapping against the cool wood of the floorboards.

The journey to the master bedroom was a delicious mix of humiliation and excitement for Carol. She could feel the ropes bite into her skin as she hopped, her breasts bouncing with every movement. The blindfold and gag heightened her other senses, making her acutely aware of the two younger women's presence around her. She could smell the faint scent of Natasha's perfume, sweet and musky, mingling with the smell of her own sweat.

When they reached the bedroom, Manda and Natasha didn't bother with the lights, the room bathed in the soft glow of the noon sun. They threw her onto the bed, the mattress giving way beneath her. The impact sent a jolt through her body, and she felt the ropes dig into her wrists and ankles as she bounced slightly.

Natasha was quick to follow, leaping onto the bed and straddling Carol's thighs. The older woman's heart raced as she felt Natasha's weight settle on top of her. The younger woman's skirt hiked up, revealing more of her long, bare legs. Her hands rested lightly on Carol's hips, her nails digging in just enough to leave a faint line of pain that melded with the thrill of the moment.

Manda climbed up behind Carol, her movements graceful despite her excitement. She began to untie the knots that held the ropes in place around her elbows. Each one loosened with a delicate touch, the ropes sliding away to reveal the reddened skin beneath. Carol felt a strange sense of loss as the ropes fell away, the absence of pressure leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable.

Once her elbows were free, Manda moved on to her wrists. The knots were tighter here, a testament to how much she had struggled. The older woman could feel Manda's breath against her neck, warm and comforting. The younger woman's hands were gentle, her nails scraping lightly against Carol's skin as she worked. The tension grew palpable as the last rope was removed, leaving Carol's arms free to move once more.

Once her arms were freed, Manda wasted no time unclipping Carol’s bra and pulling t shirt and bra over her head. Natasha then joined her as they began to tie her wrists to the headboard so she lay in a calit “Y” shape, her boobs biuncing, free from anay restraint, unlike the woman they were attached to.

"Mrs. Carol," Manda purred, her voice a sweet caress against Carol's ear. "We're going to make sure you're comfortable now." Her words were a gentle lie, wrapped in the velvet of a seductive promise. With Natasha's help, they moved to her legs, carefully intying the bindings then sliding the older woman’s jesns and white cotton knickers down and off her legs. They each took a leg in hand and spread them apart, tying each ankle to a bedpost. The ropes pulled tight, forcing Carol to lay open and exposed, her panties the last bastion of modesty gone.

The two young women stood back and admired their handiwork, their eyes feasting on the bound , gagged, naked and blindfolded figure sprawled before them. Carol's chest heaved with excitement and fear, her heart thundering in her ears. The feel of the ropes against her bare skin was a stark reminder of her vulnerability, and the anticipation of what was to come was almost too much to bear.

Manda's gaze met Natasha's, and in that moment, something unspoken passed between them. With a knowing smile, Natasha stepped closer to Manda, her hands sliding around the other woman's waist. Manda responded in kind, her arms encircling Natasha's neck as they leaned in, their lips meeting in a slow, lingering kiss.

Their tongues danced together, exploring and tasting, as they both felt the heat of the situation climb. Manda's hand slid up Natasha's thigh, lifting her short skirt to reveal the black lace of her panties. Natasha moaned softly into the kiss, her own hand mirroring the gesture, her fingertips brushing against the soft flesh of Manda's inner thigh. Their legs intertwined, the two of them lost in a passionate embrace that seemed to defy the very air around them.

Their bodies pressed together, a tapestry of desire and power, as they deepened their kiss. The sound of their muffled moans filled the room, mixing with the occasional squeak of the bed as Carol struggled against her bonds. The older woman's breath grew faster, her body straining against the ropes as she watched the erotic scene unfold before her.

Manda's hand slid beneath Natasha's panties, her fingertips brushing against the slick warmth of her friend's arousal. Natasha gasped, her hips bucking slightly, her nails digging into Manda's back. They broke the kiss, their eyes locking onto Carol's bound form. "Let's not forget our hostess," Manda murmured, her voice thick with desire.

They turned their attention back to Carol, whose eyes were wide with shock and excitement under the many layered blindfold. Manda climbed onto the bed, her knees on either side of Carol's head. She leaned down and whispered, "You want to watch, don't you?" The older woman nodded frantically. “Well you can’t. Because you’re all tied up.”

Natasha knelt at the foot of the bed, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She took one of Carol's feet in her hands, her thumbs tracing the arch before her tongue darted out to lick the sensitive skin. Carol's toes curled in response, and she let out a muffled moan, her body straining against the ropes. The sensation was like nothing she had ever felt before, a delicious mix of pleasure and powerlessness.

Manda watched with rapt attention as Natasha began to suck on Carol's toes, her eyes darkening with lust. She couldn't resist joining in, and she slid down the bed, her hands moving to Carol's chest. Her fingers found the woman's hardened nipples and pinched them gently, rolling them between her thumbs and forefingers. The bound woman's body arched, the fabric of the gag stretching against her mouth.

Carol's breathing grew ragged, the feeling of Natasha's tongue on her feet sending waves of pleasure up her legs. She could feel Manda's hands on her, the pressure building in her breasts as the younger woman's touch grew more insistent. Manda's palms slid down her body, her fingertips grazing Carol's belly before moving to the apex of her thighs. The anticipation was unbearable, a delicious agony that had her squirming against the ropes that held her in place. Carol was helpless, at the mercy of these two lustful twenty somethings. Though completely vulnerable and captive she had never felt so free

Natasha released her foot and leaned back, her eyes never leaving Carol's face. "Manda, I think Mrs. Carol is ready for more," she said, her voice thick with desire.

Manda grinned, her eyes flicking from Natasha to Carol's exposed form. "You're right," she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper. She slid down the bed, her hands tracing a line of fire down Carol's body until they reached the juncture of her thighs. With a deft movement, she slipped a finger between Carol's lips, stroking the sensitive flesh she found there, whils Natasha moved her lips and tongue to Carol’s nipples.

The older woman's body quivered with pleasure, her hips lifting off the bed involuntarily. The sensations were overwhelming, a delicious torrent of pleasure that seemed to come from every direction. She could feel Natasha's breath on her stomach, the younger woman's teeth grazing her flesh before she took a nipple into her mouth, suckling gently. The combination of Natasha's mouth on her breast and Manda's fingers inside her was more than she could handle.

Manda's touch grew more insistent, her fingers moving in a rhythm that matched the pounding of Carol's heart. She felt her climax building, a crescendo of pleasure that seemed to fill the very room. The ropes that bound her to the bedposts were a constant reminder of her vulnerability, yet somehow they only served to enhance the experience, turning every touch into a symphony of sensation.

But just as she felt herself teetering on the brink, the two women pulled back, their laughter tinged with a hint of cruelty. Carol's body arched, her hips lifting off the bed in a silent plea for more, but it was met with only the sound of retreating footsteps and the rustle of clothing. Carol tried to rub her legs together but the ropes on her ankles were too tight. She simply screamed then sobbed into her gag.

Manda and Natasha stepped away from the bed, their eyes gleaming with excitement. "Now, Mrs. Carol," Manda said, her voice a sweet caress in the quiet room. "It's time for your next surprise." The sound of something sliding across the floor sent a shiver down Carol's spine, and she tensed, waiting for the unknown.

Natasha stepped to the foot of the bed holding a cleaning brush, her smile wicked. She moved closer to the bed, her eyes locked on Carol's exposed soles. "You've been such a good little captive," she cooed, her voice a seductive purr. "But I think you need a little more incentive to behave."

Manda nodded in agreement, her eyes glinting with a mischievous light as she turned her attention back to Carol's breasts. Her teeth grazed the sensitive flesh of the older woman's nipples, and she felt them harden even more at the contact. Carol's body tensed, her breathing becoming shallow and erratic.

As Manda began to nibble and bite her nipples, Natasha took the cleaning brush handle in hand. She tapped it lightly against the soles of Carol's feet, watching the bound woman's body jerk in anticipation. The handle was cool and firm against Carol's skin, and she could feel the vibrations of Natasha's hand as she gripped it tightly.

Manda's teeth closed around one of her nipples, biting down just hard enough to make her gasp. The pain was exquisite, sending a bolt of pleasure straight to her core. She squirmed in the ropes, trying to arch her back and press her chest closer to the younger woman's mouth. Natasha took this as a cue and brought the brush handle down with a sharp smack against her foot, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

The pain was intense, a stark contrast to the pleasure that Manda's mouth brought to her breasts. Carol's body was a battleground of sensation, each new touch sending her spiraling closer to the edge. The sting from Natasha's spank was a delicious agony that only made her want more, her legs kicking in an attempt to get away even as she pushed her hips up towards Manda's seeking hand.

Natasha watched the reactions of the bound woman with a delighted smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She switched tactics, running the bristles of the brush along the bottom of Carol's foot, teasing the tender skin between her toes. The tickling was unbearable, and Carol's muffled giggles filled the room. Her body thrashed against the ropes, desperate to escape the torment, but only serving to tighten her bonds.

Manda watched with hungry eyes, her own desires growing with each passing moment. She moved her attention to Carol's other breast, her mouth closing around the nipple and suckling hard. The contrast of Natasha's gentle tickling and her own rougher ministrations was driving Carol wild. She could feel the woman's body tightening, the muscles in her stomach clenching as the pleasure mounted.

Once again Manda’s hand found its way to Carol’s slit, her fingers sliding through the slickness with ease. She circled the swollen bud of Carol's clit, teasing it gently before increasing the pressure. The bound woman's hips bucked, her muffled cries growing more insistent as she approached climax.

Natasha watched the older woman's reactions with a smug smile before finally climbing between her legs. She leaned in, her tongue tracing the line of Manda's handiwork. She licked up the length of Carol's sex, from the base of her pelvis to the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex. The taste of the woman's arousal was intoxicating, making Natasha's own desire spike.

Carol's eyes rolled back in her head as Natasha's tongue met Manda's fingers, the sensation of the two working in tandem was exquisite. Her body writhed under the combined assault, her breaths coming in shallow gasps around the gag. The feeling was almost too much, the intensity of Natasha's tongue against her clit making her want to scream.

Natasha's mouth moved in perfect rhythm with Manda's hand, their actions synchronized in a dance of pleasure. The brunette's tongue flicked and swirled, exploring every inch of Carol's sex. The blonde felt her orgasm building, a storm brewing deep within her core. She could feel the muscles in her stomach tightening, her legs quivering against the ropes that held her in place.

Manda watched with a smirk, her eyes glued to the sight of Natasha's head bobbing between Carol's legs. The older woman's desperate sounds of pleasure were a symphony to her ears, and she felt her own arousal spike in response. She reached down to stroke Natasha's hair, feeling the softness against her fingertips an she bit Carol’s left nipple.

Natasha's tongue was a whirlwind of sensation, darting and flicking against Carol's swollen clit. The blonde's hips jerked, trying to find the perfect angle, but the ropes held her firm. The feeling was maddening, a delicious mix of pleasure and frustration that had her writhing on the bed.

Manda watched with a smug grin, her own hand moving to her own panties. She slipped her fingers beneath the fabric, stroking herself in time with Natasha's movements. The sight of the younger woman's eager mouth on Carol was almost too much to bear, and she could feel her own orgasm building.

Natasha's tongue was relentless, flicking and swirling with expert precision. She knew just how to push the older woman to the brink and keep her there, her movements calculated to maximize Carol's pleasure. The taste of the woman's desire was like a drug, making her want more. She felt a thrill of power as she watched the bound woman's body respond to her touch, the ropes cutting into her skin as she strained against them.

Manda's own desire grew as she watched Natasha pleasure Carol. Her hand moved more urgently, her thumb circling her own clit as her fingers slid in and out of her wetness. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at Natasha's position of power, her mouth buried between the blonde's legs. With a sudden decisive move, she stood and began to strip out of her own clothes.

Manda peeled her tights and knickers down her legs, her eyes never leaving Carol's bound form. The older woman continued to thrash, struggle and moan, grinding her sex against Natasha’s face. The younger woman stepped out of her clothing, her body glistening with a sheen of sweat. She climbed onto the bed, her knees on either side of carol’s shoulders, effectively trapping the blonde between her thighs.

Carol could feel the heat radiating from Manda's core, and she could smell the sweet scent of her arousal. Despite her own pleasure, a new sensation of fear began to bloom in her chest. What were they planning? Her eyes widened behind the blindfold as she felt Manda's bare skin press against her face.

Manda's breath was hot and ragged against her cheek, her hands moving to either side of the scarf that gagged her. Without warning, she began to claw at the fabric, her nails scraping against Carol's skin. The gag came loose, and with a final tug, it was removed. The sudden rush of cool air into her mouth was almost a relief, until Manda's crotch clamped down over it, silencing her once more.

Carol's eyes went wide with shock, but she had no time to react before Manda's scent filled her nose, the taste of the younger woman's desire coating her tongue. The blonde had no choice but to accept the new form of gag, her tongue darting out to explore the soft, wet folds that now covered her mouth. Her own moans grew louder, muffled by Manda's pussy, as Natasha's tongue continued to work its magic on her clit.

Natasha took a moment to appreciate the sight of Manda's naked body straddling Carol's face, her legs spread wide, her back arched with pleasure. She then reached for her own lace knickers, pulling them down with a flourish, revealing her own wetness. The fabric was drenched, a testament to her excitement. She stepped out of them and tossed them aside, her eyes never leaving the bound woman's face.

With a seductive smile, Natasha turned around, placing her head between Carol's thighs and her ass in Manda's face. The position was both humiliating and thrilling for the bound woman, who could do nothing but accept the new sensations that awaited her. Manda's eyes widened at the sudden change, her breath hitching in surprise. But she didn't protest, instead leaning in to inhale Natasha's scent.

Manda's tongue darted out, tentatively at first, to taste Natasha. The brunette's pussy was sweet and salty, a heady mix that had the Ukrainian cleaner's own arousal spiking. Natasha's legs quivered as Manda's tongue found her clit, licking and stroking it with the same passion she had shown to Carol moments earlier. The room was filled with the sounds of their combined moans, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to resonate through every corner.

Carol's eyes were wide with shock and excitement, her own climax momentarily forgotten as she felt the two younger women pleasure each other. The feeling was erotic beyond her wildest dreams, and she could feel the heat of Natasha's skin against her cheeks as Manda worked her magic. The feeling of Natasha's tongue on her own clit was a delicious reminder of what was to come, a promise of pleasure that seemed to hang in the air like a tantalizing scent.

Manda's tongue was like a whirlwind against Natasha's sex, her movements frenzied and hungry. The brunette's hips began to rock, her body moving in time with the rhythm of Manda's mouth. Carol could feel the younger woman's legs tighten around her head, her thighs squeezing as she approached the peak of her pleasure.

Natasha's own tongue was equally relentless, her mouth moving against Carol's clit in a frenzied dance. The blonde's moans grew louder, the vibrations from her voice making Natasha's clit pulse with every sound. The room was a cacophony of passion, the slap of skin on skin, the wet sounds of mouths on flesh, and the guttural cries of climax.

The tension in the air was palpable, a thick coil of desire that seemed to tighten around them all. And then, with a final, desperate moan, Natasha's body convulsed. Her orgasm crashed over her, a wave of pure pleasure that left her trembling. Manda felt it, her own body responding as she continued to lick and suck at Natasha's clit.

The brunette's hips bucked, her legs tightening around Carol's head as the waves of pleasure washed over her. She threw her head back, her hair a wild mess against the pillow, and let out a scream that was muffled only by the mouthful of Manda's pussy. The blonde felt the vibrations through her cheekbones, the sound sending a thrill through her own body.

Natasha's orgasm was a crescendo that seemed to go on forever, her body arching and convulsing with each wave of pleasure. Manda's mouth was relentless, not letting up until Natasha's legs finally went limp. As Natasha collapsed onto the bed, panting and spent, Manda leaned back, a triumphant smile playing on her lips.

Carol's own desire had reached a fever pitch, the feeling of Natasha's tongue on her clit and Manda's pussy on her mouth leaving her dizzy with need that her multiple climaxes only began to satisfy. She felt as Natasha rolled off the bed, her legs wobbly as she made her way to her discarded clothes. "I think my work is done, Mrs. Carol," Manda said, her voice filled with satisfaction as she climbed off the bed heading for her clothes. "Same time next week?"

The room felt eerily quiet after their passionate cacophony. Natasha and Manda exchanged a knowing smile as they began to dress, their movements lazy and unhurried. Carol lay on the bed panting, unable to speak despite her gag being removed, her chest heaving with each breath, her body still bound to the bed. The sound of the two young, naked figures moving about the room was almost too much to bear.

Manda stepped over to the bedside, her bare feet cool against the floor. She leaned over Carol, her breasts brushing against the woman's cheek. "Your safe word was 'feather duster', right?" she asked, a hint of mockery in her voice. "Well, I think we can agree that's not necessary anymore." With a flick of her wrist, she untied the rope around Carol's right hand, leaving her other limbs still bound.

The blonde felt a rush of relief and excitement as the rope fell away. She brought her hand up to her face, her fingers shaking with the sudden rush of blood. Manda watched with a smug smile, her own desire still smoldering just beneath the surface. "Take your time," she said, stepping back. "We'll be in the kitchen if you need anything. Or if you just want to listen to us some more."

The two younger woman took their clothes and left Carol to untie herself.

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Wonderful story! Would like to see it continue when Manda (and Natasha) return for the next cleaning appointment. Based on the "F/FF" code, I'm assuming either Manda or Natasha will be joining Carol in ropes and gags. Looking forward to it.

[beeblebrox883]

Really amazing story. Look forward to reading the next parts!

[slackywacky]

Nicely written. Good read.