I thought I was in heaven when I went to work for my friend Emily's parents in their big mansion. I loved the place, and cleaning the pool, taking care of flowers, and doing some filing for Mr. Smith in his home office were easy jobs for the great pay they brought. Mr. Smith thought I lacked discipline, though, which was a drag, because he insisted on improving me. At first, that just meant I had to wear my bikini all the time at work because of his habit of tossing me into the pool and making me do laps as punishment. Then he started making me crawl whenever I 'acted like a baby'. It wasn't long, though, before I realized how sexual all this was, and before Mr. Smith and then his wife introduced me to the incredible thrills and heat my body could experience even as I began working without clothes! Well, except for the collar around my neck and the shackles on my wrists!
