The Housekeeper, Chapter 46
Chapter 46
The rest of the night was a blur.
While the cold shower had slightly woken me up, I was still utterly exhausted from a full day of doing outdoor chores and having very little to eat along the way. The simple dinner I made seemed to be up to Hannah’s standards, no doubt because she and her friends had been drinking for quite some time and were happy with just about anything by the time they wandered inside.
As usual, I was given a few scraps to keep me going. Literally, with how I was told I could finish whatever was on their plates before I did the dishes.
They moved the party inside, and my job was to simultaneously clean and stay within earshot so I could get whatever the girls needed for the rest of the night. Refills, mostly, as well as the occasional trip up to one of the bedrooms to grab something they couldn’t be bothered to get up and retrieve themselves. My existence as Hannah’s maid/servant meant that they could be even more entitled than usual, plus they found my subservience and nudity all kinds of entertaining with how tipsy and eventually drunk they were.
Eventually, they decided that it was bed time. Well, my bed time. Because they wanted to keep hanging out, and didn’t want some ‘lesbian loser’ cramping their style. Hannah escorted me up to her room, where she pointed at the floor and told me that I wasn’t to leave that spot until the following morning. Then she handed me a glass of warm milk and told me to chug it.
I didn’t need to be told twice. Though I was hesitant to drink anything with how it didn’t seem like I’d be getting my bathroom privileges back any time soon, it wasn’t as if I could just avoid fluids entirely. Plus I was parched from working for over twelve hours, not to mention how I could use the calories.
As soon as I was done knocking back the glass, Hannah took it from me and walked over to the light switch. Without a word, she turned them off and closed the door behind her. In the darkness, I could definitely hear a click afterwards. That meant I was locked in, much like the night I had stupidly relieved myself on the roof. If I were more awake, maybe I’d feel more trapped, even if Hannah would be coming back to sleep in her bed later. In my current state, however, I appreciated being left alone.
Hard as the floor was, I passed out more quickly than ever.
The next thing I knew, my boobs were being slapped.
Sharp as each blow was, it took me a few seconds to come back to reality and realize what was happening. As if the slaps weren’t enough, the first thing that came into focus was a topless Hannah standing over me, bent over slightly in order to get the angle that she needed.
“Wake UP, Virgin!” she exclaimed, “You pissed yourself. Again. Get up and clean the floor before it stains.”
“I’m sorry!” I blurted out, my voice a bit dry from how I was only so awake. As soon as Hannah told me the problem, I realized that I was lying in a puddle of my own urine.
“You’re unbelievable,” she scoffed, “This is why you’re not allowed to use the bathroom. I literally can’t trust you at all. Clean up your mess, Jessie. Then make us breakfast. If you’re going to keep having accidents, there’s no point in letting you wear anything. You’re already behind on your chores every day; extra laundry isn’t going to help, is it?”
As I scrambled to my feet, more embarrassed by Hannah’s nudity than my own, I belatedly remembered that there was a collar around my neck. That was enough to make my blush darken, as I very much wasn’t used to that kind of degradation. I could hardly dwell on the thoughts and feelings that were racing through my mind when I had to run and grab the cleaning supplies.
Hardly a great start to my day, and a dramatic contrast to how I had woken up with Willow the previous morning. Speaking of which, she and Lillian were still over. Did they spend their whole summer at Hannah’s place? It was difficult to believe that their parents were fine with them being gone for multiple nights in a row, though I could hardly compare my upbringing to the lives of the rich girls I was currently serving.
Once I recovered from the rude awakening, and made everyone a combination of mimosas and espresso drinks, I was gradually able to settle into the subservient routine. Breakfast was the most manageable meal, with how it was more about quantity than quality that I prepared and set out on the kitchen island. After that, it was chores. While I felt perpetually embarrassed and self conscious about being naked as I thoroughly worked on every room in the house, it was better than the outings that Hannah and/or her friends took me on.
This time, the girls didn’t have anywhere to be. Rather than driving to the city, they immediately changed into bikinis and went out to tan by the pool. I was expected to check on them regularly, for the usual food and drink requests. It was the kind of summer I was supposed to be having. Lounging by the pool, and getting paid a lot to do so, as long as I kept tabs on the girl I had been hired to supervise.
Instead, the ‘housekeeper’ title was being stretched well beyond what Hannah’s parents had in mind, and I was thoroughly under the cruel blonde’s thumb. When was the last time I complained about my nudity, or how she was treating me? When was the last time I had spoken up for myself at all?
I knew better, since I had been shown again and again that things would only get worse for me if I did anything but exactly what she wanted.
While naked chores were hardly ideal, they were preferable in so many ways to everything else. Being inside meant the sun wasn’t beating down on me, and I had some pockets of privacy when I wasn’t approaching the girls. Staying at Hannah’s house meant that I wasn’t being humiliated in public. Weird as it was to think, I was actually hoping my current situation would last for as long as possible.
Obviously, I still wanted clothes, and some of the basic decency I had made a big deal about a few days ago. Except we were well past that, and Hannah could easily make my life more miserable if she wanted to. It was best to bite my tongue and be obedient as possible, even if her standards for everything were impossibly high.
When I did have to use the bathroom, I waited until it was time to bring Hannah and her friends another round of refreshments. I was going to have to ‘wet myself’ no matter what. Tempted as I was to do so inside, and clean it up before they realized, there were all those video cameras. Either way, I was going to be ‘caught.’ Humiliating as it was going to be to go right in front of them, that had to be better than getting yelled at later for trying to hide it.
Normally, I’d be a lot more hesitant. But I had been holding it for a while, and there was no putting it off forever. So, blushing as always, I stepped far enough onto the lawn for it to be an area that no one would be walking near, and simply let go.
Peeing while standing straight up might have had more dignity, but I didn’t want to get my feet or legs dirty. I opted for a partial squat, trying not to think about how I was displaying myself more for the girls. From a distance, but still.
They weren’t gossiping nearly hard enough to miss it. Within seconds of the trickle to turn into a more steady stream as I maintained the telling position, Lillian exclaimed, “JESSICA. What the fuck are you doing?!”
She hopped up and darted over, in a way that made it seem like she was going to slap me or shove me with the momentum. Instead, she gave a hard downward nudge to my shoulder, “Down, girl! On all fours. If you’re going to piss outside, you might as well do it right.”
What- Between the surprise and my conditioned obedience, I found myself following Lillian’s insistent movements. I was literally in the middle of peeing! Being careful didn’t mean anything when I was hastily lowering myself to the ground, at which point I defaulted to the hands and knees position I had been in when Hannah collared me.
It wasn’t lost on me that I was using the grass as my bathroom the same way a dog would, which is probably what Lillian meant.
I had already been blushing from how I had decided to have an outside ‘accident’ without saying a word, but my cheeks turned crimson as I continued peeing in the new position. On instinct, I spread my legs slightly to avoid splashing my thighs, which had the drawback of me essentially splaying myself for the audience to my humiliation.
“That’s about right,” Hannah said, easily loud enough to be heard from a distance, “Not quite housebroken, but I guess she’s getting there. But she didn’t ask permission, did she? Lillian?”
“She didn’t,” Lillian said, followed by a sharp smack to my rear.
I let out a high pitched squeak, not at all prepared to be spanked while mid-stream. At this point, there was nothing I could do. I had to finish, and deal with the repercussions of the decision I had made. In a way, I had braced myself to be punished, but that didn’t make it any easier.
Lillian followed up with an equally hard slap to my opposite cheek. “Don’t you have something to say, Jessica?” she asked.
Oh! Right. “I’m sorry!” I exclaimed, making sure Hannah could hear me.
“You should be,” Lillian sternly said, “Finish your business. Then see if Hannah needs anything.”
I had never felt so ashamed. It didn’t help that I ended up down there for quite some time, since the last time I had used the bathroom had been overnight. Not that I had actually used the bathroom in multiple days.
Thankfully, Hannah didn’t have a new humiliation in store for me. She just gave me a judgmental look and told me to quickly rinse off before ordering them something for dinner. Similar to the previous evening, I wasn’t given any kind of specifics. I’d just have to go with something that rich girls would enjoy, and pray Hannah didn’t use my credit card for what would no doubt be an expensive delivery.
As it turned out, I was pretty helpless when it came to ordering food. I didn’t have my cell phone or laptop. Without internet access or any brochures/menus of favorite places around, I had no idea what to do. I had to slink back out to the pool and ask Hannah, which earned me a scoff and an eye roll.
She told me she’d handle it, but that I owed her. And to get her when the doorbell rang, with how I could hardly answer the door buck naked.
The rest of the evening was more or less the same. On the one hand, I really didn’t need any more surprises. But also, it was a little scary how routine everything was becoming. The constant nudity. Serving Hannah and her friends, to an excessive degree. Accepting scraps after dinner, because I was desperate for anything at that point. Being told to sleep on the hard wood floor.
Putting aside the part about how hesitating or talking back to Hannah in the slightest was always a bad idea, I also highly doubted my ability to have a proper conversation about it. After ‘allowing’ the various steps and stages of my degradation, it would be near impossible to stand up for myself. ‘Why didn’t you say something before?’ I could imagine countless responses from the casually cruel blonde, and that was if she entertained my complaints at all.
The day hadn’t been as physically exhausting as the previous one, but the mental and emotional parts still took their toll. Being collared all day was a lot, and that was before literally being treated like an animal near the end. And with the girls home all day, I had been on call the entire time.
I was out cold within a matter of minutes. No matter how much rest I ended up getting, it wasn’t going to be enough. Not when the next morning would bring another full day of servitude and entertainment at my expense.