The Housekeeper, Chapters 42-45

Chapter 42

Hannah

As much as I hated waking up before 10 AM, it was worth it for the sake of tuning into my favorite ‘show.’ Lillian had slept in my bed, which meant we both stirred at the sound of my alarm. It wasn’t that early, though we both groaned a little at not being able to fully sleep in like summer was meant for.

We freshened up together in the bathroom, and each grabbed a bottled frappucino from the minifridge in my room. Then it was right back to my bed, where we sat together against the headboard as I opened my tablet and took us to the camera in Jessica’s room.

Sure enough, the naked little virgin was still clinging to Willow’s equally bare self. For all her whining about how she was straight when I first brought up her sexuality, apparently all it took was a bit of cold air for Jessie to forget what was and wasn’t appropriate to do with the redhead. Sure, they were just a year apart, but Willow was a friend of the girl Jessie was supposed to be supervising.

I still hadn’t settled on what I would or wouldn’t show/tell my parents. It would be all kinds of amusing for the brunette to have to pay back everything she had earned over the summer. Even if she technically was going above and beyond when it came to her housekeeping duties. Or I could go with what I was currently leaning towards, which was simply transferring the funds to my account every two weeks. I mean, it was a LOT of work keeping a girl like her on task, not to mention the constant annoyance of seeing those tits on her petite frame.

Right on time, Willow’s alarm went off. Similar to what happened with me and Lillian sharing a bed, Jessica had no choice but to wake up along with her. Willow had been such a good sport about the plan the three of us had brainstormed. After all, Jessica was SO far beneath her. Not that they’d actually be doing anything together. Willow had affirmed that she was fine kissing the girl; anything beyond that felt like it would be nudging the girl away from her virgin status.

Pretty much the second Jess started coming to, Willow gently turned and planted a kiss on her lips. The top of the line HD cameras allowed me and Lillian to witness every little detail of her reaction. Surprise, hesitation, a bit of fear in terms of not wanting to be punished. Jess began kissing her back within a matter of seconds, much to my delight.

“Come on, Willow,” Lillian teased, “Kiss her harder.”

Though Willow couldn’t hear us from one room over, she ended up obliging Lillian’s ‘request’ within a matter of seconds. Plunging her tongue into Jessie’s mouth, making out with her more intensely, shifting to make it so she was more on top of her than before.

“God, she’s such a slut,” I scoffed.

Lillian quietly chuckled at that. “Jessie, or Willow?”

“Both?” I smirked, “But Willow’s a slut in the best way.”

Willow was also such an amusing contrast to me and Lillian. She made an art form out of embarrassing girls in a more soft and gentle way, to the point where it often took a conscious effort on my part to keep a straight face throughout our teenage years. Somehow, she managed to act concerned over any number of things that could be used to take a girl down a peg. The way they dressed, their choice in significant others, etc. etc.

With Jess, she simply pulled back and broke things off. “So, umm. You’re kind of a terrible kisser.” She said it like she was concerned, which only made the needlessly harsh words all kinds of amusing as we watched.

Sure enough, Jess blushed and started stammering, “Well, I . . . It’s-”

“Hey. It’s okay,” Willow quietly said, “Just apologize, alright?”

Lillian and I burst into laughter as Jessie reluctantly said that she was sorry for being a terrible kisser. Meanwhile, Willow was nice and calm as she smiled and assured her that it was fine. Most virgins are bad at everything, including making out with someone properly. It was something Jessica should be embarrassed about, and something she should be working on.

The delivery of every line was equal parts mean and reassuring. To round things out, Willow said, “I want you to start practicing, Virgin. The next time I kiss you, I expect it to be better.”

The look on the topless brunette’s face earned another amused reaction from me and Lillian. We were both instantly curious as to how she was going to manage practicing something like that by herself. And, if she didn’t, I’d make sure to punish her on Willow’s behalf. It was a win/win in my eyes; either way, Jessica would be a source of entertainment for me and my girlfriends.

Willow seemed to be done toying with my housekeeper for the time being. After giving her a little peck on the cheek, Willow got up and headed towards the door. Confident as ever in her nudity as she sauntered across the room, she practically read Jessica’s mind. “No covering, remember?” she said, glancing over her shoulder just as the girl tentatively gripped the sheets, “Looks like Hannah left you a note. Better get started, if you want to keep her happy!”

I’d be shocked if Jessie managed to read the list taped to the bedroom door. My handwriting was more messy than normal, and she was going to have issues reading the small words without her glasses.

Either she had forgotten that I had cameras all over the house, or was finally learning to obey whether my friends and I were around or not. Lillian and I watched as Jess got up to check out the note, bare body totally on display. To be fair, we had confiscated all of her clothes, but still. Shy and awkward as she looked compared to Willow’s graceful movements, it was a noticeable improvement compared to where she had started.

The video camera didn’t offer a great angle of her face as she approached the door, but I had to imagine she was squinting with how she lingered in front of the small sheet of notepad paper and tried to work out what it said.

I tossed the tablet aside for the time being. Jessica’s tits were starting to annoy me, plus I was leaning towards keeping her naked for the whole day. That would be better in person than via live streaming, and there was only so much morning before my friends and I would be heading out for a while.

“Why don’t you ever make out with me like that?” I teased Willow, as she let herself into my room.

Without missing a beat, she smiled and said, “Because I don’t like competition. I only kiss girls who are worse at it than I am! Total confidence boost, you know?”

Uh huh. And some solid confidence stripping for the other girl, should Willow choose to go in that direction.

While I was still comfortable in bed, I grabbed Jessica’s phone from the bedside table and started dealing with the latest round of notifications. Her little ‘show’ at the charity gala made quite a splash online, thanks to how she had been tagged on multiple social media platforms. Naturally, she received all kinds of calls and texts from friends and family asking if it was real.

It was SO much work responding to all of the messages. Jessica should have been thanking me for taking care of everything; her days were so full, and there was no way she’d have the time to do so herself.

I couldn’t just blindly reply. Literally each name required looking through Jessica’s accounts, skimming through their text history, and so on. It had to be believable when it was ‘Jess’ messaging back, and I made sure to match her typing style and energy with each girl as well. I confirmed with countless people that she was spending the summer as a maid, as apparently that was something she hadn’t advertised at the end of the semester. And, of course, affirmed her virgin status to anyone who asked.

As for Jess being a lesbian, I was going to wait on that for the time being. Mostly since I hadn’t decided what was the most interesting approach. A coming out post, for everyone to see all at once? Or perhaps sharing the secret with one or two friends who didn’t seem like they were close enough with her to keep that to themselves. Actually, it would be kind of funny to start flirting with a girl or two until they got the hint that ‘Jess’ was being more than just friendly.

So many possibilities. There was no rush, considering how much summer I had left.

My girlfriends and I still had to get ready for the day, so Jess would just have to squirm for a while. In a number of ways. She probably had to pee after not going in quite some time; if not, I’d make sure to give her a big mug of coffee as soon as I made it downstairs. But also, not knowing what was on her list for the day would ideally make her nice and nervous.

In the meantime, I was going to have a relaxing morning. A nice, long shower. Taking my sweet time picking out an outfit and dealing with my hair and make-up. Though we were on a schedule, we were also popular enough that we could arrive most places fashionably late. As long as we were out of the house by noon, there would be plenty of time to make an appearance at the not-that-important event the three of us were invited to.

Unlike dear Jessie, I was perfectly comfortable when it came to casual nudity. Like Willow, I had no shame in stripping down and looking through a few potential outfits before bothering to make my way towards the bathroom. Willow and Lillian didn’t bat an eye as I flaunted myself; they were used to it, and Willow also hadn’t bothered covering herself up yet.

It had kind of become a game. We weren’t attracted to each other like that, though it was still amusing to be shameless with our bodies. Plus it was a good way to practice being comfortable and confident while fully exposed, as it wouldn’t always be with like-minded girls.

An hour later, give or take, we were all dressed up and done getting ready for the day. I led the way downstairs, putting on my best scowl as I stepped into the kitchen. Jess had made us breakfast and prepared a little mimosa station, and seemed to be busying herself with cleaning up after herself with the extra time she had before our arrival. It was cute and subservient, and her continued nudity was amusing, but she had completely failed to get started on the first task I gave her.

“Jessica, what are you doing?!” I snapped, “Why aren’t you outside?”

The look on her face was priceless. “Umm, I-” her hands twitched, but she managed to push back the reflex to cover herself. “I thought you wanted-”

“I gave you a specific list,” I cut her off, “Outside. Now. Unless you want to lose even more privileges?”

For a moment, she seemed torn between wanting to outright obey vs. asking for some guidance. Ultimately, she just averted her gaze and scurried towards the sliding glass doors, giving us all a view of her bare backside.

“Wait.” Just as Jess was taking a step outside, Willow got her attention. “Come here, Virgin. Have you been practicing?” With that, she closed the distance and deeply locked lips with the naked girl.

There wasn’t nearly as much build-up as when they had been making out in bed. Pretty much right away, Willow got her tongue involved. Lillian and I got to enjoy the show for real this time around, not that it lasted very long.

Willow broke things off almost as quickly as she got into the kiss. “That was literally worse than before, Jessica,” she sighed, “I thought I told you to practice. Did you?”

The submissive brunette was already flushed from her little sapphic performance. Her cheeks darkened as she mumbled an embarrassed, “N-no . . . not yet.”

With a quiet sigh, Willow said, “Get on that. You kiss like a virgin; I want you to make out with me and future girlfriends like the lesbian slut you are. Okay?” Not waiting for a response, she reached into her purse and pulled out Jessie’s glasses. “Here. This is your reward for not being a total prude. But next time, you’re going to do better.”

I shot the redhead an amused smirk while Jessie was focused on her rather than me and Lillian. It was such a perfect ‘kind’ reprieve, timed just right to make the pathetic virgin squirm. She probably wanted to dart back upstairs and look through the list of chores, which conflicted with my order for her to get started outside. If she did dare to sneak up to the guest room after we left, she would find the door locked. And, if she magically managed to get in despite that, the note from before was long gone.

Getting her proper vision back was ideally going to be more of a curse than a blessing. She’d see her exposed self more clearly while working, and there was something fun about a girl like her just wearing glasses.

In case she needed a little nudge, I snapped my fingers. “Jessie. Outside. You have a lot of work to do.”

There was that flicker of hesitance again, before she turned and stepped through the cracked door. I was curious what she would try and tackle first. The yard work alone had countless tasks that needed to be taken care of, not to mention the garden maintenance and whatever cleaning and upkeep the pool needed. We did have someone for a lot of that, but it would be entirely Jessie’s fault if she couldn’t keep track of which responsibilities were and weren’t hers.

“I guess we could pregame a little,” I shrugged, as soon as Willow closed the door behind her. No reason not to, when dear Jessica set up the little mimosa station on the end of the counter.

Maybe she wasn’t a totally worthless servant after all. Unfortunately, I doubted I’d be able to fully tame her to the point of her not whining to my parents when they returned. Besides, I was looking forward to seeing how she’d manage college after a whole summer of having her life systematically torn down by me and my friends.

For the time being, I was happy sipping my drink and watching the subtly stressed body language of the girl as she tried to figure out what to do first.

Chapter 43

Jess

By the time I was given my glasses back, it was too late.

The list of chores expected of me was all the way back upstairs, and I was being ushered outside to get to work. I was assuming I’d need to take care of everything that I did the last time I was shoved into the back yard. Watering the plants and the garden, cleaning the area around the pool, etc. Then, I at least had the dignity of the skimpy maid uniform. Now, I was fully naked in the back yard. Hardly a new experience, yet not one I’d ever get used to.

I decided to start with the garden, if only to get out of sight of the girls as quickly as possible. Partly because they had a view of my bare backside through the sliding glass doors, partly because I’d probably be yelled at for just standing around. Also, I’d start burning in an hour or two when the sun was higher in the sky; the sooner I got started, the sooner I could come back inside. Or so I was hoping.

Theoretically, watering plants wasn’t that bad of a chore compared to some of the more exhausting tasks I had been given over the last few days. It just took forever. Hannah’s family preferred using a watering can, for the gentleness and consistency and all that. With such a large garden, that meant I had to constantly go back to the hose to fill it up. Lots of steps, on an empty stomach, not to mention the various positions I took in my nude state. I was constantly looking over my shoulder, and tried not to think about how there were probably cameras around even if Hannah and her friends weren’t personally checking on me.

I was only about halfway done with the plants before Hannah’s voice made me jump slightly. “We’re heading out. Machines are in the garage. House doors are locked, obviously. I don’t trust you inside without supervision; you’d probably just piss all over the floor.”

There was no point trying to explain that I’d easily be able to use the bathroom properly if I was actually given access to a toilet. I was mostly focused on the part about the machines, as I hadn’t used anything like that since my arrival to Hannah’s place. Maybe she wanted me to mow the lawn? That was daunting; her property was enormous. They probably had a riding lawnmower, which I knew nothing about operating.

Hannah didn’t linger, or bother clarifying anything. After letting me know that I’d be the only one there for a while, as well as the implication that I’d be stuck outside for the foreseeable future, she simply walked away and left me to the task at hand.

At least the watering I was working on was on the list after all, or she would have berated me instead of casually telling me I wouldn’t be getting any AC for a while. Not that it changed that much, when I was going to be outside for quite some time anyway.

Curious as I was about what was in store for me, going to the garage before finishing with the garden would only make everything take longer. I resigned myself to committing to the monotonous watering, already losing track of time without anything but the position of the sun to make an educated guess about how long I had been out there.

Hannah had said machines, plural. What else was there to do? Even if I was out until noon or so, I’d start burning all over again.

After working my way through the rest of the garden, forcing myself not to rush as I was nearing the end, I put everything away and circled the house towards the driveway. The hot pavement was a bit rough on my barefoot, but the garage itself was a much needed reprieve from the sun. Were there cameras in there? I had no idea. Not that it mattered, when I knew for a fact the exterior of the near-mansion had such security that doubled as a form of ‘streaming’ for Hannah and her friends. If I dawdled in the garage, I’d be caught one way or another.

The good news was, there was nothing surprising or unfamiliar waiting for me. Just a lawnmower and a leafblower. The bad news was, Hannah had left a note on the riding machine in the corner, telling me to not touch it. Instead, I was to use the smaller one closer to the door. If I had to guess, their usual person would just use the regular mower for the parts of the property that didn’t work as well for the other one. Meanwhile, I was going to be stuck taking care of everything, front and back, with the little push mower.

There was nothing to do but get started. I had taken care of the lawn at my parents’ place a few times throughout my teenage years, which really only prepared me in terms of starting the machine and knowing the general technique of cutting the grass in straight lines. Beyond that, I was on my own.

Though Hannah and her friends liked to hang out by the pool, and would have a view of the back yard later, I still felt compelled to start out front. That’s the first thing they’d see upon returning. And, if families like mine were a bit concerned with image and making sure to maintain the standards set by the neighborhood, I could only imagine how that worked for more affluent households. Even the teenagers of such households.

Sure enough, the task was just as bad as I thought it was going to be. By the time I had circled the grass on one side of the driveway and cut maybe a tenth of it, I was already sweating. Working in the garden had only involved so much movement. By contrast, the constant walking and pushing required more exertion, not to mention how the sun was a bit higher in the sky.

Halfway through, I was starting to seriously doubt whether I’d be able to finish everything. There was still the lawn on the other side of the driveway, everything in the back, and whatever other pockets of grass existed on the property. It was only going to get more hot, and I had barely eaten over the last couple days. Also, I was going to have to go to the bathroom eventually. I hadn’t gone all day; the urge was more passive at the moment, but I wouldn’t be able to ignore it forever.

It took somewhere between thirty minutes and an hour to finish mowing the section I had been working through. All that, and I was only halfway done with the front of their property. I had to relieve myself a lot more badly, too. It was getting to the point where I was considering going in the nearby woods; there was no way I’d be able to hold it forever, plus I could really use a few minutes of shade. My sunburn was definitely going to be worse by the time I finished the entirety of the outdoor work. The least I could do was give myself the smallest of breaks before pressing on.

I didn’t go very far past the treeline. The woods were a lot more manageable in the middle of the day; though I was just as naked as I had been the previous evening, at least I wasn’t trying to stumble my way forward in the dark.

‘Outdoorsy’ is hardly a word that describes me. While I had used nature as my toilet on the rare occasion growing up, that was typically something I avoided. Doing so in my current state of undress was doubly awkward, even if I was alone. On the other hand, the shade of the trees felt good. I was thoroughly soaked from sweating, and really could have used something to wipe my brow and whatever else.

Tempted as I was to sit down in the shade and take an extended break, it wasn’t worth the risk. There was a good chance the security cameras extended to the yard; whether they’d get a good image of me or not, Hannah would still see me leaving the mower and would know exactly how long I had been gone. Also, I had no idea what she would do if I wasn’t on schedule by the time she and/or her friends returned.

Pushing onward, both literally and figuratively, I left the comfort of the slightly private area and got to work on the other half of the expansive front yard. Though I no longer needed to relieve myself, there was still plenty to worry about. I was slightly more nervous about Hannah’s wrath than I was towards the heat. Even if I knew the time, she hadn’t told me how long she’d be gone.

It wasn’t too much later that I ran into another problem–the lawnmower ran out of gas. With how far I was from the house, it made more sense to leave it and trudge back to the garage myself for the gas can. Another small break from the sun, yet more time spent walking around naked on Hannah’s property. Despite how the only guests over the last few days had been the young blonde’s friends, I still found myself a bit paranoid about someone unexpectedly driving up to the house for whatever reason and seeing me baring my body to the world.

Maybe Hannah would end up getting in trouble for that? No, she’d somehow spin it like I was the freak who was streaking in the middle of the day. Why else would I do something like that when she wasn’t home?

Just as I was finishing the last few lengths of the second half, I heard the sound of a vehicle approaching. That’s exactly what I had been worried about! I was seconds away from covering myself up and/or running for the trees when I saw that it was Hannah’s car. No covering, then. Not unless I wanted to get in trouble.

She didn’t stop to check in with me, or slow down at all for that matter. All I could do was finish the section I was on, then push the mower back towards the garage. Would she want me to keep working, or see if she wanted anything first? With Hannah, there was rarely a good option; I was mostly looking for what would cause me the least amount of criticism and humiliation.

By the time I made it to the house, the girls were nowhere in sight. I started by circling around to the back yard with the lawnmower, so I’d be ready to continue the multi-hour chore in case that’s what Hannah wanted. That, and I could envision her and the others immediately changing into bikinis and heading out to the pool.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t going to be that easy. The pool and surrounding area were just as empty as when I had been shoved outside earlier. In a way, it was a relief, yet I couldn’t convince myself that it was a good idea to carry on without at least trying to check in with Hannah first.

Tentatively approaching the sliding glass doors, resisting the urge to raise my arms and cover my private areas, I could easily see the three girls in the kitchen. Each of them had a can of alcoholic seltzer in their hand, which absolutely would not be allowed if I was in charge like I was supposed to be. As usual, partying with each other regardless of the hour.

When Hannah spotted me, she rolled her eyes and said something to Willow and Lillian. Then she strutted over to me and opened the door.

“You’re a total mess, aren’t you?” she asked, after barely a glance, “What do you want, Virgin?”

Chapter 44

Hannah

Destroying Jessica was basically turning into my summer project, or at least an amusing pastime when I’d otherwise just be lounging at home with or without my friends. It helped that Willow and Lillian were so into it, as this was also the first time they had someone to have limitless fun with. At school, we could only tear down a girl within reason, considering a variety of factors.

On my home turf, without any authority figures around? The brunette bitch was literally walking around naked more often than not, and had thoroughly learned her place. She deserved it, too, for having tits like that and daring to think she could be in charge of a girl like me.

The latest idea came courtesy of Lillian, who had a friend in the city who is impressively savvy with all things technology. While Lillian was decently skilled herself, like how she set up all those cameras, her knowledge only went so far. This friend of hers, however, was able to hack into Jessica’s university’s grading system. By the time we arrived, it was simply a matter of figuring out how badly we wanted to screw with her GPA.

Tempting as it was to drop literally every single grade to a C or lower, something that obvious could possibly be fixed if Jessica put her mind to it. We decided on something more subtle. Instead of giving her embarrassingly bad grades, Lillian’s friend simply decreased everything a little bit. Every A and B became an A- and a B-, and so on. We even risked changing a few of her low As and low Bs to high Bs and high Cs, mostly for the semester she had just completed. With how she started this ‘housekeeping’ job at the beginning of her summer break, the odds were good that she hadn’t yet seen the latest round of grades.

The other idea I suggested once we were done negatively adjusting Jessica’s grades was something revolving around making her my personal ATM, even after she was done being my obedient plaything all summer. Lillian’s friend suggested that it might be possible to set up some kind of untraceable, uncancellable direct debit to my account, that would siphon off a hefty sum of the girl’s money every month. While I always had the generous allowance provided by my parents, it would be nice to have some spending money that they weren’t able to monitor as easily. That, and it would be funny to watch Jessica struggle from afar.

According to Lillian’s friend, it wouldn’t be that difficult. With how I had access to all of Jessica’s accounts via her phone, all we had to do was figure out how much I wanted and how to make it stick. Like, what would happen if she simply closed her bank account once she figured out that her funds were being regularly drained? And it would have to be an amount that she could suffer through losing regularly, so I could keep benefitting while she was constantly reminded of her place even after going back to university.

After discussing all the possibilities and hanging out for a bit, we headed back to the house, stopping on the way to grab a fun collection of drinks from the liquor store. As great as it was having a servant around to wait on us hand and foot, I definitely didn’t trust the girl to run errands. Not when she was basically trapped in the role thanks to how I had confiscated pretty much all of her personal possessions.

As for getting in trouble eventually? I wasn’t too worried. With how I had framed things at the fundraiser, Jessica was clearly doing all this because she was in desperate need of the money. She also wouldn’t want anyone to find out about the constant ‘accidents,’ not to mention all the incriminating photos/videos that could easily be edited to make it look like she was the problem.

The real question was how I was going to maneuver her when my parents returned. While I was confident the virgin was going to be very much under my thumb, considering her current state and how much time I had left to break her, there was still a chance she’d blurt out the wrong thing in an act of desperation. That, or the very arrival of actual adults would spark any number of thoughts/feelings that had been nice and buried around me and my friends. That was a ways off, of course, so maybe I’d wait until later to figure out whether or not I trusted her in a situation like that.

I was also torn about Jessica being paid. Sure, she was doing all kinds of housekeeping for me. A lot more than she had signed up for. Except that wasn’t really what she had been hired to do. As a ‘babysitter,’ she had utterly failed across the board. With that in mind, did she really deserve what my parents offered her in the email I tracked down on her phone? Plus I could only imagine how she’d react to finding out that her humiliating ordeal was all for nothing. For less than nothing, really, with how she was losing money by being here.

At the same time, I kind of wanted all of it for myself. Were my parents going to write a check, or deposit the money into her account, or something else? With how much time and effort I was putting in where the brunette was concerned, it would only be fair if I were paid for my troubles. The end result would be the same, too. Either way, Jessica would get nothing.

Every now and then, I’d check on her while my friends and I were out and about. All morning long, she was slaving away, sweating her ass off while mowing the lawn with the tiny mower she had been given. I was assuming, anyway. While the high definition video cameras were top of the line and all that, there was still only so much I could zoom from where they were positioned. Most days, however, I’d be glistening after just a few minutes of tanning. Actual yardwork would certainly cause more than that.

Poor girl, working SO hard, once again oblivious to how her life was being systematically torn down. She knew about some of it, of course, but was going to be in the dark about the extent of my games until she was back to reality. Not the reality she would be expecting, but still.

With her stage time at the fundraiser, as well as the social media tweaks I was gradually making, I could also picture her staying a virgin for quite some time. Considering she had failed to have sex thus far, throughout her boring normal life, I doubted she’d have better luck moving forward.

By the time we made it back to the house, Jessica was nearly done with the front yard. There was still the back for her to worry about, not to mention all the other outdoor tasks she had yet to get started on.

I had mixed feelings about her approaching me and my friends. On the one hand, it would have been nice to see her going about her chores without feeling the need to check in with me about anything. Then again, part of her job was to wait on me and my friends. An impossible balance, naturally, since constantly refilling our drinks would be difficult while working outside.

Not waiting for her to answer my question, I said, “We don’t need anything. Get back to work.”

Jess

In retrospect, mowing the back yard first would have been a better idea. Now that Hannah and her friends were back, they eventually made their way out to the pool while I was once again starting to sweat as I chipped away at the other half of their property. Did I have to mow all the way from the house to the edge of the woods? That was a lot of ground to cover.

I could only hear their voices and their laughter so much over the sound of the mower, especially as I pushed the thing the opposite direction, but there was no ignoring them entirely. For all I knew, they were continuously finding amusement at my bare backside as I faced away, or judging my curves whenever I was turned towards them. Or it was all in my head, and they were just being gossip-y teenagers, not bothering with me while I was working.

The rest of the afternoon was a blur. Between the heat and the hunger, there were times where I totally spaced out while pushing the lawnmower back and forth across the expansive yard. Similar to what happened while working on the front, I had to stop halfway and get more gas, which did lead to a variety of comments and criticisms from the bikini-clad girls as I walked by.

“You’re running out of daylight, Jessie!”

“God, you’re soaked. That’s disgusting.”

“Look at those useless tits. Apologize, Virgin.”

By now, I was familiar with the drill, not that it kept me from deeply blushing and averting my gaze. No matter how badly I wanted to cover, I had been trained to keep my hands down. And, as demeaning as it was, I told Hannah that I was sorry for my boobs. No, for my ‘useless tits,’ which I had to clarify when she corrected me.

Some time around mid-afternoon, I was finally done. While it was very much a relief, I also felt nervous as I pushed the mower back towards the garage. What was next on the list? I hadn’t been able to read the note earlier, so the best I could do was make an educated guess beyond the mowing and watering I had already done. Pull weeds? Trim the bushes/hedges? I wasn’t sure where the line was between basic outdoor chores and the kind of landscaping that would be best left to a professional.

As much as I wanted to keep my distance from Hannah and the others, part of me felt like checking on them wouldn’t be a bad idea. Though my blonde tormentor had been all kinds of judgmental when I did that earlier, I could also see her yelling at me for not being around if she needed something. There was no winning with her; all I could do was try my best to keep up with her impossible demands and expectations.

I decided to just keep working. As Lillian had chastised me about, there was only so much daylight. If Hannah wanted me, she’d yell for me. At the same time, I split the difference by staying in the back yard. Within earshot, just in case. Plus there seemed like there was more to do back there, starting with the weeds that needed pulling. That was the first non-machine chore I could think of, even if it would hardly be the most comfortable or the most clean.

Choosing a spot that seemed mostly out of sight from the trio, I reluctantly got down on my hands and knees. Pulling weeds was something I learned to do growing up, and there’s really no dignified way to do it. Either way, the job requires being near the ground. Any other position just ends up taking way longer, and it’s not like it would be fun sitting or squatting while naked, either.

No matter the logic or how I justified everything to myself, I still winced at the feeling of my bare knees on the dirt. As if being covered in sweat wasn’t enough, my hands and legs were going to be visibly dirty within a few minutes. And, of course, there was the fact that anyone approaching from behind me would get an even more intimate view of my backside than when I was simply facing the other direction while walking around naked.

For a while, I just worked. I did my best to fall into a rhythm, which was interrupted by pretty much every little sound that made me think my fear of being seen would become a reality. It didn’t matter that Hannah and her two closest friends had seen every last inch of me countless times at this point. No matter how acclimated I had gotten to not wearing a stitch of clothing, or that I no longer immediately jumped to cover myself, I still had the discomfort and embarrassment of nudity that I had started with.

Like pretty much everything else about Hannah’s property, this was nothing like my experience helping out growing up. Her family’s gardens took up so much space, and my progress was about as slow as the mowing in terms of how long it took me to cover just a small percentage of the area.

Finally, when the sun was low in the sky yet still beating down on me to some degree, I had to deal with being seen like this by one of the girls. “Hey. Jessie.” Willow’s voice came out of nowhere, causing me to nearly jump out of my skin from how she had padded up without me noticing.

She was still in a bikini, looking more tall and more intimidating than usual while standing over me while I was kneeling in the dirt. Waiting a moment until she had my full attention, she gestured towards the pool. “Hannah wants to see you. Oh, and crawl over there for her. She wants you down on all fours.”

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Crawl?

That was new. While I was already down on my hands and knees pulling weeds, that was different from actually moving around more than a few feet in such a position. I was also still recovering from Willow’s sudden arrival, and wondering just how much she had seen. At this point, I had basically no modesty left where my chest and ass were concerned, but I was still clinging to the hope that they had only seen so much of my most private area.

Willow snapped her fingers. “Now, Jessie.” Not waiting for me, she strutted back towards the other girls who were still lounging by the pool.

I turned away from the task at hand, already feeling myself starting to blush. Was I about to start ‘walking’ around Hannah’s back yard like a dog? Putting aside the embarrassment, there was also the physical logistics. Crawling a short distance was one thing; it was something else entirely to move myself all the way over to the small group of girls like that.

Feeling both ridiculous and once again degraded, I worked my way towards Hannah. Knowing her, she’d want me there as quickly as possible, yet I could only rush so much before cheating the ‘down on all fours’ thing specified by her red haired friend.

Something I hadn’t considered until nearing the edge of the lawn was that there was a stretch of concrete between me and the girls. Wincing before even touching it, knowing that I’d be yelled at for stopping or slowing down, I willed myself forward. I had braced myself for the roughness on my knees. What I hadn’t anticipated, however, was the heat of the white stone that had been baking in the sun all day. Suddenly a lot more motivated to keep up the pace, I hurriedly crawled to Hannah and her friends.

“About time,” Hannah said, thoroughly unimpressed with the speed of my demeaning approach from the garden, “I got a present for you while we were out. Come over here and close your eyes. And don’t you dare stare at my tits.”

I blushed as her two friends giggled at the implications of the overt directive. There was never a risk of that to begin with! Or so I thought. As I moved up until I was right at Hannah’s chaise lounge chair, she was showing off all kinds of cleavage in her bikini as she leaned forward. Though I wasn’t a lesbian like they kept making it seem like, it was impossible to ignore something like that. Thankfully, being down on all fours meant that it was most natural to stare down at the ground; the only reason I saw more than Hannah’s knees and feet was because I was looking up at first to see where I was going.

Since this was brand new to me, I was uncertain if she wanted me facing her or perpendicular. I chose the former, and positioned myself on the rough/hot section right in front of her.

“Are your eyes closed?” she bluntly asked, “Don’t speak.”

I responded with a small nod, hoping she could catch the movement from above. It wasn’t as if I could see much anyway, but I committed to keeping my eyes closed in case Willow or Lillian decided to quietly check on whether or not I was telling the truth. That, and obeying Hannah had become embarrassingly natural.

The whole thing was more daunting than I realized. With my eyes open, and my own two feet, I could at least see what was in store for me. Not that I could ever do anything about what Hannah or her friends hit me with, but there was still some dignity in anticipating XYZ and reluctantly going along with it. Now, all I could do was fidget as I heard Hannah shifting in front of me. Grabbing something from her purse, maybe? I’m not sure what else the sound would be.

First, I felt my hair being pushed aside. I couldn’t help but twitch a little from the unexpected contact which prompted Hannah to snap at me. “Hold still, Virgin. You think I want to touch you? You’re a sweaty mess. Apologize.”

“Sorry . . . ” I mumbled, cheeks burning from the way she was talking about me in front of her friends. Then I felt her yank on my hair. Gasping in both surprise and pain, I exclaimed more audibly, “I’m sorry!”

“You should be, Jessie. Now, don’t move an inch.” Loosening her grip on my long locks, she resumed the motion from before. After fully pushing my hair to one side, she reminded me yet again to hold still. Just another example of how she was in charge, as well as how I apparently wasn’t trusted to follow the simplest of instructions.

I felt something brush against my neck, but knew better than to so much as flinch after Hannah’s last reaction. Before I knew it, the soft yet firm something was wrapped around my neck, and being tightened. Not choking me, yet still more snug than I was comfortable with. It belatedly dawned on me that I was being collared. That had to be it. Not that I had any experience with anything like that, but what else could it be after being told to stay down on all fours?

“There,” Hannah sat back, taking me in, “Now you’re a proper pet. Fitting, with how you’re always naked and aren’t housebroken yet. Speaking of which, what were you doing earlier? When you stopped mowing the lawn and went into the woods?”

How- How did she see that? Not that I was totally surprised. I had been concerned about that earlier, but had convinced myself that I had no other option, and that being so far away would maybe work to my advantage. Plus Hannah and her friends had presumably been busy with whatever while they were away. Then again, there were three of them; it wouldn’t be that difficult for them to trade off who kept tabs on me.

All of a sudden, Lillian’s hand cracked down on my ass. “JESSICA. Hannah is talking to you. Answer the question!”

I yelped in response to the sharp blow. All of my attention had been on the leather that had been clasped around my neck; I definitely wasn’t prepared for Hannah’s friend to spank me. “I- I had to pee!” I exclaimed. Normally, I would have phrased that in a more ladylike way. In the heat of the moment, however, I just blurted out the first thing that came to mind. Along with another apology. “I’m sorry!”

“And you didn’t ask permission. Again. This is why you’re not allowed to use the bathroom,” Hannah said, “From now on, you should just piss outside. You’re already behind on literally all of your chores; I can’t have you wasting time cleaning up after yourself when you have an accident.”

Before, maybe I would have attempted to defend myself. But not after being thoroughly trained and conditioned by Hannah to be all obedient and submissive. That was the best way to avoid Hannah’s wrath, for the most part. At the moment, I wasn’t sure whether or not speaking was acceptable. I had been told not to, except Lillian had also just punished me for not responding.

Apparently silence was the right call for the time being. After a few seconds of letting her words linger, Hannah said, “Speaking of cleaning up, you are so fucking gross right now. Go shower. But leave the door open. You don’t have anything left to hide, and privacy is something that’s earned. Now, apologize for your chest.”

I knew what I had to say. Like my constant nudity, the words never got any easier with repetition. Blushing all over again, I muttered, “I’m sorry for my useless tits.”

“Good girl,” Hannah pointed to the outdoor shower, “Hurry up, Jessie. We need dinner.”

Doing as I was told, I got up. It wasn’t until I was back on my feet that I realized that maybe Hannah wanted me to keep crawling. On top of that, I had to deal with basically showing her my bare everything as I stood up right in front of her.

When she didn’t immediately yell at me, I scurried away before she and/or her friends could find something else to punish me for. With where the shower was located, there wasn’t really going to be that much distance between us. Even so, just having the pool between me and the girls was a relief after everything I had just gone through.

For once, it was actually going to be nice taking a cold shower. At first, anyway. It would only be refreshing for so long before I’d end up shivering from the prolonged exposure to the cool temperature.

Hoping it wouldn’t make a difference to the girls, I fully faced away from them. If they were going to be something with the wooden door wide open, my backside was preferable to the alternative.

I still couldn’t believe Hannah had put a collar on me. With how recently she had clasped the thing around my neck, there was no ignoring the somewhat tight sensation of the leather against my skin. It didn’t help that I had no idea how I looked. Without a mirror or some other way to see my reflection, there was no telling what exactly the collar was like, or how I appeared when wearing it.

The cold water felt as amazing as expected. After a full morning and afternoon in the summer heat, I very much needed the reprieve. And, though I hadn’t yet grabbed anything to wash myself with, I felt a lot cleaner with how the water alone was rinsing off a decent amount of dirt and sweat.

Knowing better than the dawdle, as it was safe to assume Hannah would be snapping her fingers for something if I took too much time away from serving her and/or doing chores for her amusement, I grabbed the shampoo and worked it into my brunette locks as quickly and efficiently as I could.

It was hardly the most thorough shower, but I did my best to scrub myself from head to toe after a long day of outdoor chores. There was no towel within sight, though I was hardly upset about airdrying. Though it was late in the afternoon, it was still rather hot outside; I was fine having my body still coated in water, not that it would last very long.

As always, I willed myself to keep my hands down at my sides as I finally turned around and emerged from the shower. I constantly reminded myself that Hannah was right, logically, no matter how I felt. She and her friends had seen everything; I had nothing to hide. It was better to follow her wildly unfair rules, as the alternative proved to be worse every single time.

From across the pool, Hannah was quick to address me. “Go make us fresh drinks, Jessie. Then get started on dinner.”

Just like that, the one thing I hadn’t been concerned about was now a problem. I was still dripping, and the walk from the shower to the sliding glass doors of the kitchen wasn’t nearly long enough to dry off under the sun. Getting the floor wet inside could easily give Hannah an excuse to yell at me, yet any hesitation in response to her demand would also be bad.

I made the snap decision to obey immediately, and head towards the house. As long as the girls continued lounging by the pool, I could wipe the kitchen tile while working on everything else. Definitely preferable to making Hannah wait a literal second longer than she needed to for anything.

Normally, I would have welcomed the AC that was constantly blasting through Hannah’s house. In my current state, however, it made me shiver and, embarrassingly enough, caused my nipples to perk up. Thankfully, no one else was around.

I was definitely turning into Hannah’s subservient maid/housekeeper/whatever. She hadn’t specified what she wanted to drink, yet I knew what kinds of cocktails she preferred, as well as what Lillian and Willow liked. Keeping track of just the three of them was a lot more manageable than doing so with all the girls that had been there for that party she threw on the first night.

Grabbing a towel to mop up the water I had already dripped all over the tile, I pulled out three glasses and got to work making fresh drinks for the girls. What I didn’t know was what they wanted for dinner. Cooking didn’t come nearly as naturally for me as chores, and I had just barely been able to stumble my way through making a few appetizers and meals since my arrival.

Well, maybe they would tell me what to cook. For the time being, I focused on the drinks, making sure that each one was just right. Especially Hannah’s. I was tempted to find some kind of reflected surface to see how the collar looked, except each second counted when it came to serving the unrealistic expectations of the spoiled brats.

Carefully walking with the three glasses balanced on a small tray, I left what had been a small stretch of temporary privacy and went back outside.

The three bikini-clad girls were still lounging by the pool, living the kind of summer I had initially envisioned for myself when offered what had seemed to be a cushy, well paying job.

“Good girl,” Hannah said, “Now, go away. I’m tired of looking at those stupid tits.”

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