Maid for a Night
by jastes22 

Part 25 - 8:15

As I pulled into the high school parking lot at 7:45 PM, my eyes panned over the empty space. There was nothing but trash, the occasional cigarette butt, and a few scraps of discarded paper. The only light came from a solitary lamppost in the middle of the parking lot. The light from the dull bulb casted an eerie haze of light across the lot that didn’t quite pierce the darkness of the night.

I turned off the ignition, swallowed, and pulled myself out of my car, smoothing out my shirt and skirt. Not knowing if Lindsay’s instructions from earlier applied to the whole day or just that morning, I had decided to play it safe and remain in my skirt and button-up in addition to a coat, but it left my legs completely exposed to the cold wind.

I had arrived home to find a package at my front door with my name on it. Opening it up, I found a scandalous pink thong along with a thin, cotton-y pink bra that zippered in the front. I had never worn something so scandalous. There were no instructions, but it was obvious what I had to do.

Standing in the middle of the empty parking lot wearing my new underwear, I felt even more exposed. I swore I could feel a breeze underneath my legs, and I could feel every inch of skin that the fabric of my shirt had contact with. Every part of me was crackling with electricity, and the slightest touch of the wind’s breeze was enough to make me jump.

I glanced at my phone. 7:48. I swallowed, trying to push back the feeling of panic. How could I do this?

I didn’t have a choice, I reminded myself. I had spent all evening in my room trying to think of a way out of this, but I couldn’t think of anything. My stranger had all those incriminating pictures. Yes, my identity was hidden, but literally every other inch of me was exposed. Someone was bound to find out. And, to make matters worse, it was obvious she was working closely with Lindsay. I had to stop the bleeding, no matter the cost, or more people like Charles were going to get a hold of those pictures. For all I knew, he had shared them with the whole world, but I had no way of knowing. I just had to hope that he would keep the picture to himself, or that at least no one would believe it was me in that picture, collared and blindfolded while completely naked and on all-fours.

No, the best thing to do now was to do whatever my stranger wanted and then focus on damage control.

I started to walk, my legs growing weaker with each step. It felt like my knees would give out at any moment. In my hands, wrapped around my fingers was the black collar with my name on it. Literally. I gripped it tightly. I tried to tell myself that it was because of the fear of punishment for losing it that I held it so tightly, but that wasn’t true. In a night where literally anything could happen, somehow knowing that the piece of leather currently wrapped in my hand would be all-but-guaranteed to be wrapped around my neck sometime during the night was morbidly comforting.

I pulled on the handles of the front door, hoping beyond hope that it was locked. Then I would at least have some weak excuse to maybe bail. But even then, my stranger would find some way to punish me.

The door swung open, unlocked, and I let out a deep breath. This was real. My stranger somehow had keys to the school, and that just solidified her power over me. I had no excuses. The only option was to submit to whatever my stranger had planned for me.

The school was dark, the only light coming from the pale moonlight outside. It didn’t matter, though, considering I knew the path to the pool by heart. Still, the darkness felt wrong to walk through, considering what I was walking into. I felt like a helpless animal wandering in a dark forest, oblivious to the fact that it was about to be snatched up in the sharp claws of a hungry owl.

I paused outside the door to the locker room, my hand frozen on the handle. I could still go back. I could stop now, and just take whatever the stranger decided to do to me and deal with the consequences on my own terms. I still had some control, however little that may be. But if I walked into that locker room, I would have none. My stranger would completely own me.

The leather in my hand suddenly felt rough and coarse, rubbing against my skin. I swallowed, forcing my mind to go blank. I didn’t have a choice. I tightened my grip on the collar, and pulled the door open.

The locker room was empty. I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the pale light of the room. I expected there to be someone, waiting for me. Where was—

I noticed for the first time a piece of paper on the bench furthest from the door. I walked over cautiously, glancing around to make sure that the locker room truly was empty.

Dear Taylor,

Put your present as tight as you can and stand on the bench with your hands on your head, and wait for me.

I blushed at the use of the word “present,” like it was something I asked for or something I wanted. Not that I had really resisted anything up until this point. I felt my heart sink a little at the realization that I would have to wait even longer to get this night over with.

I wrapped the collar around my neck and pulled it snug. It felt awkward and uncomfortable, and I felt terribly exposed with it on, even with all my clothes. I stepped onto the bench, balancing precariously on the thin piece of wood, and placed my hands on my head. Obedience was the only way out of this.

I stood for a few moments, and my arms started to get tired, but I didn’t dare drop them in case my stranger came walking through that door and caught me disobeying. With nothing to do but stand there, my mind started to wander. Who could it be? I had been so sure it was Teresa, but then I wasn’t sure. Could it be a mutual friend of both Lindsay and I? Or had some stranger gotten control over me like purchasing a pet from the store?

As a swimmer, I was used to the ever-present smell of chlorine that permeated the locker room, but right now, I felt like I was choking on it. I stared at the door, willing it to open. I just needed to—


The door opened, and all thoughts of moving vanished as a tall blond walked through the door. I blinked, unsure of what I was seeing. I knew what I was seeing, I just didn’t understand it. It didn't make sense.


“Good to see you, pet,” Caroline said.

Caroline? The swim team captain? She was my stranger?

That day at the pool, I realized. Teresa and Caroline had been talking. I heard Caroline’s voice, but thought it was Teresa’s.

I wasn’t sure what to say, or if I was even allowed to speak. My brain was running on overtime, but nothing was computing.

“You may speak,” she said. She started to walk around me, examining me like a prized possession.

“H-how did you know it was me?” I asked, suddenly feeling very naked. This girl had seen everything, and there was nothing I could do about it . “What clue gave it away?”

“Hmm?” Caroline mumbled, stroking the back of my leg. She leaned close, smelling my bare skin. “Oh, I knew who you were immediately. I make it a point to know everyone on my team as much as I can.” She looked me up and down. “Apparently, though, I didn’t know how much of a freak you are.”

“But I’m not on the team,” I said.

“Well, let’s be honest. Everyone knows you’re going to be on the team. And I can’t stop that. But what I can stop is you taking away my captain position.”

So that’s what this was about. Caroline saw me as a rival, and was using this opportunity to show who was really in control.

“So…the game…” My throat was suddenly very dry.

“That was just to see how much you were enjoying yourself, really. I was surprised how easy it was to get you turned on. Something we’ll revisit tonight. Now…put your hands behind your back, pet.”

I obeyed, partially out of fear, partially in relief of not having to hold me hands up any longer. Before I could appreciate it, though, I heard a *click* and felt the sensation of my arms being pulled back.

A soft moan escaped my lips at the sensation of being handcuffed once again.

“Mmm…yes, Lindsay told me that you liked this,” Caroline said.

“That’s not…”

“What? Not true? Taylor, you just put a collar on yourself with no resistance, and you haven’t tried to resist anything up until this point.”

I bit my tongue. There was no appropriate response to that. I couldn’t deny it. I had put on my collar, and I wasn’t doing anything to stop her.

“Are you going to be a good little girl tonight?”

“I…I’m going to be a good little girl.”

“Are you going to behave?”

“I’ll behave.”

“Good.” She reached forward and cupped a breast. I inhaled sharply, forcing myself against every instinct not to shy away from her touch. She glanced at her phone. “8:15. Time to get the rest of the team here.”