St Zita’s Home for Girls - Chapter 1
Marianne rang the doorbell and waited, staring at the words above the door, “Per dominum nostrum paret, ipsi enim scitis”. She was short only about 5’ 2" and an average build. Her best asset was her long blonde hair which she wore up in a ponytail today. She thought about the ad she had read online. It seemed strange but enticing and the price was certainly right, about $2000 less than living on campus.
The ad read “Now accepting applicants for St Zita’s Home for Girls. We have an opening for one young woman who is a student at one of the local universities to join our house. We are very selective and are seeking a good match with our current residents. The rent is $600 a month and includes utilities and food. Residents are expected to follow the rules and to provide service to the house and its owner while they reside in the house.”
The door opened slowly revealing the figure of a young woman dressed in a tight fitting black dress with long black hair. Her blue eyes were bright and fixed on Marianne. She was a couple inches taller than her and quite thin.
“May I help you,” she said.
“Hello, my name is Marianne. I am here about the room.”
“Oh yes we were expecting you. Come in. My name is Dominique. Follow me please.”
Dominique lead Marianne into the house and to a room on her left. It was in the front of the house and furnished comfortably with overstuffed loveseats.
“Please take a seat while I tell the Owner you are here. Would you like something to drink while you wait?”
“No thank you,” Marianne said shaking her head.
“It should only be a few minutes,” Dominque said as she left the room. Marianne could hear her footsteps on the stairs as she went to inform the Owner she was here.
The house was an imposing three story brick structure. Marianne could tell it had been well restored both inside and out. There were paintings on the wall of this room and on one wall was a built-in book case stretching along the entire wall from floor to ceiling. And the location was good as well, only a mile from her university’s campus. Lost in thought admiring the house, she did not notice Dominque’s return.
“The Owner is not available at the moment, but he will join us soon. In the meantime, tell me about yourself, Marianne.”
“Well, I am a sophomore in elementary education at St. Johns and I am from Tinville. Eventually, I would like to go back and teach school.”
“That is good. I am a senior in Journalism at St. Johns. I have been living here since I was a sophomore and now I am the Owner’s primary helper. Do you have a boyfriend?”
“No, I don’t. I had one up until last semester. He was my high school sweetheart, but he went to school on the other side of the state and decided I was too far way.”
“Well, boys are not permitted in the house under any circumstance. The only time there are men in the house other than the Owner is when he hosts a party, which does not happen often.”
Marianne noticed the black leather collar around Dominque’s neck as she spoke. It looked to be made of fine leather and was stenciled with her name. A bright silver buckle held it in place. She heard the front door open and close and the sound of rummaging in the hall closet by the front door. A tall girl with bright red curly hair bound in a ponytail appeared in the doorway of the parlor. She had green eyes that sparkled with a devil may care attitude. She struggled to put on a collar similar to the one around Dominique’s neck.
“We have a guest today Gayle.”
The girl with the red hair stepped into the parlor as she finished securing her collar.
“Gayle, this is Marianne. Marianne, this is Gayle.”
“It is a pleasure to meet you!”
“The Owner asked me to remind you to finish the dishes when you got home, Gayle. He seemed very cross about it.”
Gayle smiled broadly and laughed. She stuck her tongue out at Dominque and disappeared back into the hallway. Her footsteps trailing off toward the kitchen.
“What is with the collars?”
Dominque smiled at her curiosity. “They are part of the house uniform, but I will leave the details to be explained by the Owner.”
As if summoned by the words, a tall man with broad shoulders and good-natured smile entered the room. Dominque stood as he entered the room. Marianne stood as well, following her example. He stepped across the room and extended his hand. She reached out and he gave her a hearty handshake.
“You must be Marianne. Dominque, would you bring me an application packet please.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said and disappeared from the room again.
He sat down in the loveseat across from her and Marianne took her seat again.
“I hope my tardiness did not inconvenience you too much. I had an important disciple matter to attend to before you arrived. So, tell me a bit about yourself.”
“Well, I am a sophomore in elementary education at St. Johns and I am from Tinville. It is a rural town about two hours away from here. When I am finished with school, I would like to go back there and teach school.”
“And how are you doing in school?”
Marianne shifted in her chair slightly. “I’m doing alright I suppose, but I could be doing better.”
“I guess that I guessed that might be the case.”
Mary Ann look down at her feet.
“I am the owner of this house and everything in it I provided unique living experience for select individuals. Currently we have one opening for a young lady such as yourself normally there are six young ladies living here. As a member of this house you would it be expected to follow all the rules, to provide service to the house, and follow the schedule for the house. And I will assume you saw the collars the girls wear which are part of the House uniform and a the symbol of the commitment they made joining this house. All the rules and exoectations areexplained in the online part application process. When Dominique brings back the packet there is a page ben explains how to access it.”
As if that was her cue, Dominique reappeared in the doorway with a folder. She handed the folder to him. He opened the holder pulling out of page. Dominique handed him a pen and he wrote something on the page. He placed the page back into the folder and handed the pen and folder back to Dominique. He stood and Mary Ann rose with as he extended his hand to shake hers.
“It was a pleasure to meet you Marianne. I do hope after careful consideration of what we offer and what we expect you will decide to join our small home. Dominique will show you out.”
He walked out of the room and headed back up the stairs. Dominique gave Mary the folder.
“If you have any questions, please call the number inside the folder.”
Dominque showed her to the front door and opened it for her. Marianne stepped back out into the bright sunshine. She was not sure what to make of her experience and thought about it all the way home that evening.
Dominque closed the door and walked up the two flights of stairs to the Owner’s office. She knocked softly on the door and waited for admittance.
She opened the door and walked into the office. The Owner sat behind his desk working on his laptop. She walked over beside him and knelt as his feet, quietly waiting for his acknowledgement. He finished what he typing and looked down at her.
“I think she will make an excellent addition to the house,” Dominque said.
“We will see how she does on her application. But she does indeed look promising.”
Dominque laid her head in his lap and he petted her hair. “There are two more girls coming by this afternoon, Sir.”
“What time are they supposed to be here?”
“The first one is scheduled at 3 pm and the second at 4 pm, Sir”
“And how do they look on paper?”
“Neither are as promising as Marianne.”
“Well since it is only 1:30 now, go to my room and tell Lizzy she may get up. Send her one her way and wait for me there.”
Dominique left his office and walked to the room next door. She opened the door and walked into his bedroom. Lizzy lie bent over the bed naked. There were a series of angry red welts on her butt. Lizzy had broken the curfew the night before. And now she had paid the price for it. Dominique gave her a big hug.
“The Owner says you may get up now, Lizzy.”
Lizzy stood and hugged her back, then rubbed her sore butt. Lizzy was as tall as her but with light brown hair and a girl next door face. She stood in stark contrast to the girl in the black dress with her pale skin and long black hair. Lizzy kissed her on the cheek, before gathering her clothes and leaving the room.
As the door closed, Dominique sat on the bed for a few minutes gathering herself together. She stood and took off her clothes. Folded neatly she set them on a chair and knelt by the bed waiting for him. She did not wait long. The door opened and closed behind her. He stood behind her and whispered in her ear, “Good girl.” Her private parts immediately soaked themselves on hearing his words.
He lifted her to her feet and bent her over the bed. She listened as he removed his cloths moved in behind her. His big cock pressed against her cheeks eliciting a soft moan from her. He spread her cheeks and rub it up and down across her sensitive skin. Her hips gyrated against him begging for his penetration. He slid against her private one last time and then pushed it up against her sopping hole.
This was Dominique’s favorite thing. She did not want to be romanced or made love to gently. Her body craved to be used like a toy, whose only purpose to serve his cock. Before she had come to St. Zita’s, she had been in trouble several times for being inappropriate on campus. But now he had given her purpose and direction. She was his toy to use whenever and however he felt. Because of her eagerness and enthusiasm, she soon became his become his favorite fuck toy. And now in her third year with him was his trusted lieutenant.
She winced as he slid inside her feeling his dry skin rub hard against her dripping hole as he penetrated her. Her body would be sore the rest of the day from his rough entry, but it would be the yummy kind of sore. The Owner pushed all the way inside her filling her hole. He reached up and grabbed a handful of hair pulling her back hard against him. Her body moved as he guided it with her hair. His rough treatment made her private parts drip down her leg.
“Please, Sir, may I cum,” she whimpered.
“Yes, you may.”
Dominque’s body convulsed with his permission. He held her as her legs buckled underneath her, letting her hair go temporarily. As her quivered having been turned to jello by her orgasm, he lifted her up and placed her face down on the bed. She spread her legs and rose to her knees on instinct. He pushed deep inside her once more and savagely fucked her wet hole. She screamed with pleasure as he banged deep inside against her inner walls. She needed to cum yet again and her body tensed.
“Not without permission!”
“Sir, I need to cum again, please!”
He renewed his assault on her wet hole. Her privates leaked now, her juices spreading everywhere. He swatted her ass hard. Her body quaked with a barely contained orgasm. He knew she could not take much more.
“Now you may cum.”
Her body obeyed him just as she did any other time. Her juices flowed from her hole as her body shook hard. He used her harder as she did, his long strokes keeping her body in a state of orgasm far longer than normal. Her legs were numb from the effort and she went limp in the bed as it passed. She could feel him grow inside her as his own release grew more urgent. She pushed back into him hard impaling her slender body on him. His first pulse coated her inner wall as his cock let go.
“May I cum, Sir”
“Yes, you may.”
Her own orgasm joined his and her body quaked hard with each pulse of his treasure filled her more. She continued to shake long after he had stopped, milking his manhood for more of his treat. With a gasp, she collapsed into the bed once more completely spent. He laid down beside her and pulled her trembling body next to his.
“What a good cum slut.”
A faint smile crossed Dominique’s face. She basked in his approval of her job as his cum slut. This was what she wanted to always be. It fulfilled her and made her whole. He hugged her tightly one last time.
“Come clean me off and then we need to get ready for our guests.”
Dominique inched her body down his until she reached his cock. She took it in her hands and licked their juices off him. Her tongue ran down his shaft and back up again, then she swallowed him deep in her mouth sucking him clean. After a few minutes, she squeezed him hard hoping encourage the few remaining drops out. She licked the tip as they released on her tongue. Her body shivered as taste coated her mouth.
“Cum again for me!”
Her body responded without hesitation and she sucked hard as the wave of pleasure filled her. She rolled on her back contentedly. He kissed her neck and breasts and then walked into the bathroom. The water splashed noisily as he washed up. He walked back into the room and dressed quickly.
“Get up soon and clean up, cum slut. I expect you to be ready for our guest when she arrives.”
He closed the door behind him as he left. She heard him cross the hall to his office and close the office door. She pulled his pillow to her and curled up with it for a quick nap.
The rough translation of the motto above the door used by the current St. Zita’s House for Girls is “Through submission to our Master, we know ourselves”. Its original meaning was probably “Through obedience to our Lord God, we know ourselves”, back when St. Zita’s was actually a catholic girls dormitory for St. Johns University.