Housekeeper In A Dungeon Novels & Stories

The air smelled wired the further down I went, cold, stone walls replaced the polished wood upstairs. I had to guess where they’d put her. There was only one area in the whole damn place that felt like it didn’t belong, a part of the mansion that was dark, cold, and barely lit. It felt like something out of a horror movie. My feet echoed as I walked deeper underground, heart thudding harder with every step. What kind of people lived in houses with dungeons? Oh, right. Wolves. I pushed open a door, and it creaked louder than I liked. Nothing, the next was empty too. Then I tried the third one, there she was.

Finally, I have to ask, "You've told me about parties and the house keeper's responsibility of hiring cleaning people and repairmen for whatever breaks and dealing with hospitality people, how much of these dealing will the house keeper have to do being completely naked?" Kim looked at me before turning to Terri saying, "When we decided to create the position of house keeper we fully intend to fill the position with someone who will be nude just like us. The only exception for the house keeper not being completely nude would be during that time of month when she had her period. During that time panties would be acceptable."

Mirabelle abruptly dropped to her knees and sobbed, "Mr. Pembroke, I take care of the cleaning, groceries, and cooking every day and have never made a mistake. "I genuinely have no idea what's come to Mrs. Pembroke. It's not my fault she's getting heavier or losing her looks!" Looking up at me with teary eyes, she continued, "Mrs. Pembroke, are you lashing out at me because you're stressed? It's alright, though. I know we housekeepers are just your punching bags." After hearing that, Marcus shoved me to the floor in disgust. "Look at you. You don't look anything like the lady of the house anymore. In fact, you look worse than a housekeeper!"

When I got up in the morning, the woman who stared back at me in the mirror had two deep, dark circles under her eyes. Megan was not a live-in housekeeper. She usually arrived around nine in the morning. In my previous life, on this very day, I had left early to go to the airport to pick Daniel up. Today, I followed the same path as before. Before heading out, I even gave Megan a call. "We won't be home at all today. You don't need to cook lunch or dinner. Just clean up." On the other end of the line, she sounded gentle and respectful, completely different from the woman who would later cry in front of the courthouse.

It felt like I was walking into a haunted, deserted house with spooky ghosts. The silence was unsettling. No laughter. No movement. Just… stillness. “Why is it so dark? I almost can't see.” I complained “The lights are turned on inside. Come on, let's go.” He knocked briskly on the door and a fairly old woman opened the door. “Good evening Sir. Good evening Ma'am.” She said, making way for us to pass. “Arlene, this is Judith, the housekeeper. I have briefed her on everything she needs to know. If you need anything in the house, she is at your service.” He said, smiling brightly.

After I returned home from traveling abroad, I found that our housekeeper had sued my husband and me. In court, she cradled her protruding belly and said with heart-wrenching anguish, "Gary and his wife are absolute scum! Under the guise of hiring a housekeeper, they lured me into their home, tied me to a bed, and abused me. "The child I'm carrying is Gary's!" Her mother, meanwhile, was sobbing uncontrollably. "Those two monsters have ruined my daughter's life. They deserve the death penalty!" No sooner had she spoken than a chorus of curses against my husband and me erupted from the gallery. "That scum is utterly brazen. He didn't even show up for the hearing! He must be punished sever

I asked him now. “Well I’m a Palace worker and one of the places I sometimes clean are the passageways of these Dungeons— I maintain them. So that was how I was let in.” He explained. “And the food? You planned this with the Hencher Mistress?” I pressed further. “No.” He said and I frowned a bit as he motioned to continue explaining. “You know how you took me to the Hencher Mistress because I wanted to eat cooked food so badly?” He asked. I didn’t respond.

The Housekeeper! Intro:She was his live in housemaid turned mistress and fuck slave ! "Where the fuck have you been?”He asks sternly and she yelped and jumped, pressing her palm flat over her wildly thrashing heart. “Gosh You scared me half to death,” she gasped, standing frozen in the doorway. "What are you doing in my room?”Shs squeaked.

Noah stood still, his hands breaking out in cold sweat, his heart racing but he didn't want to get his hopes up. "Greta! the room is ready!" shrieked a woman in a neat dark blue suit. "Got it, boss! umm, Rachel, Noah, this is Dorothy, she is the lead of the household int this mansion. She is the key that is running everything in this place, if not for her everything would be very messy and chaotic. Dorothy smiled, showing the Winkles on her face. "Greta is always over reacting! Don't listen to her, I'm just a maid who's been cleaning her poo since she was a baby!" joked Dorothy.

“Good day, Ma. I work for Mr. Baker.” “As his?” she asks. “Housekeeper. Temporary, that is.” I was wondering why I had to add that. Maybe because I was suddenly starting to feel out of place. “You don’t look like one.” She says, staring at my outfit. Should I be dressed in rags because I look after a child and tidy the house? The lady runs to the rack, grabs a pink fur jacket, and tosses it in our cart. “Add that to my tab.” She tells the cashier.