Her feet ached. Her back ached. But most importantly of all, her soul ached. The cool air prickled her skin with gooseflesh as she sat in her late model sedan. The static drone of guitars and distorted vocals filling her ears as she lifted the cigarette to her lipstick smudged lips, holding it there with trembling fingers as she was forced to do something she had not done in months, contemplate the velvet length of night as it stretched on toward the sheer embrace of dawn. Then, and only then, would she know peace. Peace through the turmoil her body craved like an addict after their first injection.
It all came back like a nostalgic perfume when she closed her eyes. The intricate patterns of the plush carpeting, the cold, unyielding tile of the bathroom floor, and most of all, that presence—those tiny feet in their simple black dress shoes—the perfectly-pressed ebony slacks that tapered so beautifully...
Yes, it would be an eternity until tomorrow. She turned the key in the ignition, the engine grinding into life as the car began to move through the silent, glossy lot of the hotel.
The stop had been her last of the evening. Just delivering some whiskey, a couple of glasses, and a few dessert selections. She moved with the dogged determination of the overworked—passing maids and guests alike as she went, offering her best mechanical, kind and weary smile as she hurried along with her cart, her shoes making not the slightest whisper on the plush hall carpets as she approached the suite door.
"Room service," she called with a brisk knock. "Ma'am?"
One of the double doors swung open and she was admitted by a rather brisk, yet pretty enough blonde, in her early thirties. The word androgynous came to her then, as she recalled the video vamps of her youth—such beauty tempered with a masculine flair had been all the rage.
"Just bring it over to the desk," the guest sighed, her tone self-assured but rather weary, as if she, too, had just made her way to the end of a long, difficult day.
"Very good, Ma'am."
She silently pushed the cart over to the large, mahogany desk with its brass accents while the woman watched, arms folded, as she stood at the end of an immense crème leather sectional. The soft glow of a nearby lamp caught the pale gold brilliance of her closely-cropped hair, and her face appeared distant and clean, as if she were lost in thought, darkly-penciled brows lending her eyes a hint of seriousness as she watched the girl empty the contents of the cart, placing the covered dishes onto the polished surface.
"So where does a girl go to have a good time around here?" the woman asked, tapping one foot against the piece of furniture upon which she leaned.
"Ma'am?"
"If you were going out, dear, where would you go?"
The maid paused, bottle in mid-air over the silver tray, her classically pretty features confused for a moment. A rut was thrown into the usually smooth path of interaction between she and the hotel guests, and it made her pause.
"Well..." she began, blushing softly. "It all depends on what you'd consider fun, I suppose."
She returned to her work, aware that the guest was moving about behind her. The radio was tuned to a modern rock station and a suitcase was dragged toward the bedroom suite.
Turning with her cart, the girl started toward the door, not seeing the woman. She didn't want to interrupt her, but had to ensure all her needs were met. Frowning, she left the cart to peer down the hallway.
"Ma'am? If there's anything else you should need, please feel free to call again. Is there anything else I can get for you before I go?"
"As a matter of fact, there is. Come back to the master suite, would you?"
Despite the nagging doubt in her mind and the newly-emerging butterflies in her diminutive belly, she did so, her stockings making her legs itch, her feet longing to be out of the dress flats she wore and into socks. She hurried toward the spacious bedroom.
"Yes, Ma'am?" Her eyes widened when she beheld the blonde.
Perched upon the edge of the bed, the guest held two items. The first was a bulging, sealed envelope, the second a delicate length of silver chain connected to a gleaming ebony leather collar studded with bits of sparkling crystal.
"I am only going to be here for three days, and I don't know anyone in this Godforsaken town. I don't know your name, and it doesn't matter. In this envelope..." she raised her hand, holding the package out to the girl, the thick paper packet straining obviously as if it were about to burst. "There is three thousand dollars. Believe me. I can afford it. And this?" she gave the leash and collar a soft shake. The fragile-looking length of chain jingled softly like faerie chimes. "This is where it gets interesting.
"You're cute, you have a pretty lousy job, and just the right personality. Does your shift end soon?"
"Ma'am ... I don't know what you're implying, but—"
"That was a yes or no question," the blonde cut her off with a sharp gesture of the hand holding the envelope. The maid's eyes were drawn first to it, then back to the collar, and she swallowed hard, lowering her eyes.
"Yes, Ma'am. It does."
"Then I am making you an offer. I've had one Hell of a day, I don't know exactly where I could find what I'm looking for tonight, and you'll do nicely. I will pay you three thousand dollars for an hour of your company. But I don't want a whore. I want a girl who is coming back because she wants to."
The girl closed her large almond-shaped eyes, then opened them slowly as if waking from a dream, gazing fixedly at her toes. Did it show that easily? She'd tried to keep up appearances. She wore her hair long unless work demanded it be pinned up. She possessed a feminine manner and figure that drove men wild, and she tried to keep her gaze neutral at all times, no matter who she was admiring. But her heart had felt that familiar bittersweet pang when she had looked at this woman. Precisely her type.
The gait like a cocky young boy, the air of confidence and pride like an expensive perfume—the attraction had been there, but as usual, the maid had felt the secondary reaction of embarrassment and a need to suppress her feelings. She had been with only two women in her twenty-two years, making her aware of her lack of experience, and how her never-ending hunger for more drove her to contemplate mad ideas from time to time. But this? This was far beyond any of her imaginings.
"Well? I don't like to be kept waiting, and the clock is ticking."
"I have to go punch out..." Her mind raced and she felt knots in her stomach as she backed hesitantly toward the door. "Umm ... I..."
"Go punch out then come right back. You have exactly fifteen minutes. Take too long, and I'll be very unhappy with you." There was a slight hint of humor in the blonde's words, but the maid felt that this was simply to put her nerves at ease.
She did as she was told, pausing only to pull the room service cart with her. Her feet propelled her like a wind-up doll as she moved in a daze, disappearing down the service corridor to the elevator.
It was going to happen. She was going to get laid! And this woman ... her arctic eyes and assured manner...
The giddiness settled into her as she returned the cart and hurried to gather up her belongings. She felt herself moving out of the mundane shell of Wholesome Guest Assistant, and into the exciting, arousing skin of her true inner self. Like a couture gown, it was a feeling she only knew on special occasions or during rare moments when the planets aligned and offered her just such a chance. And she knew, before she knocked on the suite door, that she would be willing to do anything this beautiful, petite and somehow irresistible woman asked of her. She would do it in the name of experience and for the joy of feeling true and honest pleasure for the first time in ages.
She'd barely lowered her hand before the door opened and the woman caught her wrist, pulling her in, closing the door behind them. Their lips met and she could taste the whisky she had brought up as they embraced, now her body filled with warm tingling and anticipation as she reveled in the feeling of yielding breasts against her own and the curve of the blonde's waist in her arms.
As soon as it began, the kiss was broken and the blonde was gazing into her eyes, one hand reaching up to stroke her cheek as the other began to unfasten the little bow tie she wore.
"You're so adorable," she mused almost absently as she unbuttoned the girl's starched dress blouse, hurriedly pulling it off her shuddering shoulders. The bra, a simple department store affair, followed.
A blush crept into the girl's cheeks as she was beheld by the guest, half-nude, in one of the hotel's finest suites. This situation was definitely unusual, but she would take what she could right now. The thought of tumbling in the Egyptian cotton sheets with this little goddess made her feel warm and tingly and brought a flush into her cheeks.
"Yes. It's different, isn't it?" the blonde purred, pausing to put the girl's clothes on the sectional, her eyes not leaving the chocolate-colored eyes of the maid. "No low lights and sheets to hide behind. Step out of your shoes, take off your skirt, pantyhose, and underwear for me. Put them with your shirt and bra."
Slowly, nervously, she did as she was told, the cool air upon her bare arms and back making her shiver. Once she was completely undressed, she stood before the blonde who produced the collar and leash from her pants pocket.
"Do you want to be my good little pet?" she asked, proffering the collar. The girl blushed crimson to the roots of her dark hair. The blonde moved closer, planting a sensuous kiss on the maid's full lips as she brushed her knuckles against the girl's jaw.
"Ummmm..."
"Yes, Ma'am," the blonde instructed, reaching up and buckling the collar about the girl's long, swanlike throat as she bent to nibble just beneath her right ear. "You'll call me Ma'am."
"Yes, Ma'am..." the girl whispered, shivering as the blonde's nails gently raked the nape of her neck.
"On your hands and knees, dear. You'll note that the clock there indicates that it's five after ten. For the next hour you'll be my obedient little pet, and you'll do as I say or else it's out the door with you. Is that understood?"
"Yes..." The leash was tugged, and the leather bit into her throat, making her gasp.
"Yes, Ma'am. You're a hotel concierge. I know you have better manners than that."
"Yes ... yes, Ma'am."
"Very good. Now come with me. Quickly now, we haven't much time."
The maid dropped to her hands and knees, and then began to crawl awkwardly after the little black shoes, the plush carpeting padding her movement as she went, her thoughts too incoherent to make sense. She was naked. She was in a collar on a leash. She was being pulled toward the bathroom...
She examined her hands as she crawled. She studied her carefully-painted fingernails and the contrast of the cherry-colored polish against the golden carpet. Her hair brushed against her shoulders, casting shadows that swayed as she crawled. The combination of colors was pretty. She thought she might look quite appealing as she moved. Let's not think about the fact that we are being led along like a little puppy in obedience training. Let's think about how lovely we look, because that's what all this is about, right?
She glanced ahead to see that they were definitely headed into the bathroom. A cold prickle of anxiety jabbed at her mind, and she began to feel the first hints of doubt. She had expected to be led into the bedroom, maybe tied down or something kinky of that nature. Not taken into the bathroom—unless this woman wanted to shower with her. But that didn't seem like what she intended. Time slowed. She balked at the threshold of the rooms, and the leash was tugged insistently.
"Now now. What did I say about manners? You don't want to leave already do you?" the woman teased, delicately arching a brow. "I'm just getting to know you."
They crossed the immense, bathroom with its gold fixtures over to the large vanity that spanned the entire length of one wall, a mirror behind. The blonde paused, still clutching the leash as she reached for a stack of ivory towels. She began to spread them on the countertop. Finally, she stopped, turning to the girl.
"Come on," she chirped, gently patting the countertop as one might to encourage a timid kitten. "Up here. Be a good girl and hop up here."
"No..." The girl balked, not able to believe what was being asked of her. The exoticism was rapidly being replaced with an uncomfortable anxiety, and she began to wonder if perhaps she should reconsider her little adventure.
"No?" The woman's brows lifted, and the set of her mouth was alarming. "Then I will ask you to go get dressed and leave." No more humor in those eyes, they were stern and serious.
The girl sat back on her knees, her cheeks flaming, as she eyed the towel-covered area. Why did she want her up there? What sort of fucked up action was she into? But the envelope suddenly surfaced in her memory, and she began to reconsider her choice. It was the best of both worlds. A fling and a job all at once. Sure, it bordered on something a whore would do, but if her heart was in it, did that still count? She wouldn't have to stress over any more bills ... And the woman was so gorgeous and confident. Perhaps she would learn a thing or two tonight she might not discover again, and she would really kick herself to let so much money slip away on account of her damned nerves.
Getting to her feet, she approached the countertop, her knees grateful to be off the polished marble flooring. As if she were a marionette, she felt her right leg lifting, then resting upon the padded surface, her left following.
"Good girl. Now lie on your back with your knees up. Spread your legs." The blonde smiled warmly at her, obviously pleased by, and impressed at, the maid's change of heart.
"Why?"
"That's not your business. That is for me to know and for you to find out. Now..." she approached, and despite her short stature, gazed down at her new plaything. "Open your mouth." When the girl hesitated, the blonde reached down, taking her lower jaw and wrenching it open, carefully placing the handle of the leash between the girl's teeth. "Now leave that there. I'll be right back."
Footsteps moved away and the girl turned to see her face in the mirror. Her eyes were wide and a little frightened, the black leather handle of the leash a startling contrast to her pale face, her breasts high, small pink nipples like stones, thighs pressed tightly together despite her instructions.
Then she saw the blonde holding a box. She turned her head to read the label. It was a prepackaged bottle of douche. And the guest was grabbing a washcloth and bar of soap.
"Just going to give you a bath," she smiled brightly, noting the look of shock on the girl's face. "Most pets adore baths, and don't worry, I will be very thorough."
The maid closed her eyes, her head starting to swim. Her limbs felt weak and she wondered if she might not faint. Could one faint while lying down? She heard the splash of water from the faucet. The blonde was now humming along with the music drifting through the air, mingling with the maid's trepidation. It seemed only to heighten the blonde's pleasure as she moved to the body on the vanity, a warm, soapy cloth in her hands.
"Open your eyes," she instructed in a caressing tone. "Look into the mirror and watch as I bathe you."
Beginning with the girl's breasts, the blonde scrubbed and washed, one hand reaching down to capture the maid's wrists and hold her arms above her head so she could wash the tender flesh of her inner arm and down her side, then her forearms and small white hands with their long, delicate fingers, a soft smile playing at the corners of the guest's mouth as she watched the girl fight to lie passive and still, even when the cloth tickled her sides and beneath her arms.
The look the girl wore was worth the price. As the bathing progressed from gentle caresses of her face with the cloth to more lengthy, concentrated cleansing of her breasts, navel, feet, legs, and finally, lean inner thighs, the frightened doe expression changed into one of incredulous disbelief.
When she made her final trip to the sink to rinse and soap the cloth again, she observed that her little pet had wedged her thighs tightly together, a trace of stubbornness creeping into the set of her lovely jaw line. The blonde really had to bite back her amusement at the little firecracker she had stumbled upon—the level of enjoyment she'd gain from tonight might be more even than she had hoped.
"I am going to offer you a choice, and you should consider yourself lucky, as I don't do this very often." The blonde rested her empty hand on the girl's closely-trimmed pubic mound, inwardly excited at the shade of scarlet that painted the maid's cheeks. "You will either watch your reflection in the mirror..." she began to wrench the trembling thighs apart. "... or you will meet my eyes and you won't look away."
"I..." Something within the girl began to shift. Crumble. A languor began to suffuse her resistance despite her nerves. "I ... I can't..."
"The mirror..." Warm, slight scratching pressure of the cloth upon her outer labia, increasing to part the flesh. "... Or my eyes. Decide now." Their eyes locked as the washing proceeded in long, languid strokes, the lovely pink flesh beneath the cloth swelling, the girl's eyes wide and unbelieving. "Very good," the blonde breathed, moving her attention up to the maid's little clit, gently washing back and forth, using her index and middle finger to assert pressure. The inner struggle was so beautifully evident that the girl longed to shut those almost mournful eyes as she began to perspire and bite her lower lip, her little nipples kissably erect.
"Oh ... don't stop..." the maid gasped as the blonde stepped back, reaching for the douche. She removed it from the box, then placing it aside, returned to her genital manipulations, her eyes daring the maid's to remain on her face.
It was almost unbearable. The warmth spreading through her limbs as those skilled fingers worked was delicious, and she could lose herself in the azure depths of that gaze ... until she thought of the douching. The humiliation was enough to make her libido curl into a protective fetal ball. But then the sensation would threaten again, making her want to throw her arms about the devilish creature and grind against her until it all meant nothing—open like a succulent tropical bloom to whatever this woman asked of her.
The first restless movements began within her. She couldn't lie still. She began to writhe upon the vanity, the unrelenting surface offering leverage as she arched her hips, her breathing less controlled as her eyes grew distant. The cool air brought out chills upon her still slightly moist skin, and she longed to close her eyes and bask in the building sensation—to give in to it like a sea creature caught in a whirlpool and just let it overtake every nerve.
"I'm going to insert this applicator now, and I don't want you to come. Do you understand me?" The command was spoken in a tone just above a whisper, and the blonde's eyes were full of tender sincerity as she stroked the girl's thigh.
"Oh, God ... please..." A defiant thrust of those lovely hips as the blonde held the length of translucent plastic tube in her left hand, lightly rubbing it against the girl's hungrily contracting pussy, the tip slipping easily in the copious wetness she exuded.
"If you come, I'll be forced to punish you, pet. You have to wait until I say you can come. Is that—"
A few harsh gasps, and the girl shuddered violently upon the table as the blonde plunged the douching applicator into her, dropping the cloth to squeeze the bag, emptying the contents into the maid's rapidly pulsing sex. Inwardly she was pleased by the girl's easily-satisfied body. It would work well against her tonight. But she couldn't let her pretty toy know this.
"Didn't you hear me?" she yanked the douching equipment from the girl, the douche pouring out along with her juices to soak the towel beneath her. The guest's eyes narrowed with anger as they met those of her pet. "I told you not to come, and you deliberately ignored me, didn't you?"
"I ... I couldn't help it, Ma'am. I—"
The blonde was upon her then, grabbing her about the waist and yanking her down off the table. The maid stumbled on wobbly legs still reverberating with the last remainder of the pleasure she had just received. The blonde turned her toward the countertop, grasping the handle of the leash to stuff it between the maid's teeth again.
"Do you know what happens to naughty pets?" the blonde asked, beginning to pace, pert little breasts poking against the ebony silk of her blouse as she arched her back, meeting the girl's eyes in the mirror. "First, they are spanked. And after that..." She moved in close to the girl, reaching down between her legs to roughly stuff two fingers into her tight cunt, thrusting to make the girl whimper with desire. "They are left to suffer while they serve their owner. No rewards for you tonight. You're going to serve me to make up for that little transgression and you'll suffer through your own wants and think about what you've done. Bend over."
The fingers inside her began to rub a little harder, catching a spot that made her gasp. A moment of clarity occurred to her and she saw herself from a distance, bent over the countertop while a severe and strangely arousing woman fingered her. Shouldn't she be enjoying herself? This was the stuff of daydreams or long, lonely nights. Why did she feel so apprehensive? It wasn't as if she'd never been spanked before. Her first love affair had been one of dominance and submission, and somehow, this beautiful yet icy little pixie of a woman had been able to read it in her eyes and posture. But how had she known?
The hand was withdrawn, and with a suddenness that rivaled that gesture, it smacked her exposed bottom, a startled yelp escaping her throat, the leash handle slipping from her mouth as she felt her own cooling wetness streaked across her bottom.
"Bend over and pick up the leash in your teeth and don't drop it again." The command had a note of sharpness that made her wince and she shuddered both from the warmth of the pleasure and the unexpected wallop of the pain. She felt her eyes burning with unshed tears as her teeth closed on the soft, supple leather, her heart pounding in her ears. "I am going to give you ten spanks, and I don't want to hear a word from those pretty lips. Understand? Nod if you understand me."
With the lowering of her head, a tear rolled down her cheek. And the first surprisingly hard swat on her bottom brought more. The second and third stung more than she'd imagined possible, and she found her body fighting with the pain she was enduring and the tenacious desire that ebbed and flowed like a warm draft. The fifth and sixth were worse, and she marveled that such a compact creature could possess the strength to deliver such blows. She was now violently shuddering, the flawless skin of her behind now a reddening hue as the blonde switched from one round little cheek to the other.
Finally, after the tenth spank, the blonde stopped, stepping back and folding her arms, a smile of satisfaction shaping her darkly-painted mouth.
"Good girl. Now..." She moved beside the girl, taking her by the arms and bringing her to a standing position, leaning in to kiss her brow as one of her hands moved to caress the maid's left nipple, which promptly stiffened beneath her attentive strokes. "Why are you crying? It wasn't all that bad, was it?"
Consternation. She longed to speak, but the leash prevented it. The blonde nodded understandingly, patting her shoulder.
"Good girl. See? You're learning already. On your hands and knees."
The leash handle was plucked from her lips and she was being tugged toward the bathroom door, her chest heaving, her movements shaky, the cold floor unyielding, her palms and knees smacking against it as she hurried after those lovely shoes.
Once in the hallway they made a right instead of a left. So, it would be the bedroom. Of course it would be the bedroom. Where did she think they would go? She lowered her head, trusting in the leash as it tugged the collar, her head heavy with the weight of her hair, her ass still throbbing with warmth from the spanking, her cunny feeling wet and sticky. She could only imagine how she must look—the line of her back, the cleft of her behind, the exposure of her silken pussy. Warmth pricked her ears as well. Finally, the tug stopped and the leash became slack. She stared at the toes of the woman's shoes as the woman in turn stared down at her.
"Ma'am?" she sniffed, her eyes stinging with tears as she risked an upward glance.
"Yes, pet?" She smiled down at her leash-bound captive, watching the girl warily eye the bed behind her. "Up on the bed. On your back." Something about the bed snagged the maid's attention, but she couldn't work out what it was. The blonde moved beside her, playfully patting her ass. "Come on, dear. We don't have all night."
She pulled back the bedspread and top sheet then settled the girl on her back as she reached for her right wrist.
"What are—"
"Shhhh. You don't want another spanking, do you? Next time, you might get my belt instead of my hand. Now relax..."
It came to the maid that there was a disturbance in the way the sheets and blanket fell, and now she understood why. Draped over the sheet were four lengths of rope, two at the head, the others at the foot. She guessed they extended beneath the mattress, threaded in one side and out the other. The level of preparation only served to make her more anxious as the first length of rope was secured about her right forearm, stretching it tight. Then, her right ankle was being bound.
"You can't always get the right headboards and footboards for this at hotels, so I make do with what's available," the blonde explained, securing the maid's left ankle, admiring the adorably tiny foot that was within nibbling range. How she would love just an hour with her feet alone. "But this method has worked in the past. So, here we are." She finished with a flourish, nodding at her work as the girl lay spread out on the bed. Taking a seat upon the edge, the guest began to caress the maid's silken left thigh.
"Ma'am ... What do you want from me?"
"You are incorrigible, aren't you?" The woman sighed, her eyes sparkling. "Well, we have roughly half an hour remaining. And so far, you've been a good girl except for your little loss of manners in the bathroom. I suspect the little incentive in the envelope is responsible for that. But now I get to motivate you by something entirely different and much more effective."
Up off the bed, the blonde went toward an overnight case, unzipping it and blocking the maid's view as she rummaged about. The girl's heart raced as she admired the compact, muscular behind through the dress slacks the woman wore, then the confident set of the shoulders that seemed to belie the delicate, milk-white neck emerging from the collar of her blouse. She found herself fantasizing about being the holder of this goddamned leash. Tying down this brilliantly beautiful bitch with the bedroom eyes and condescending mouth. The pleasures she'd take with that mouth...
All logical thought stopped when she saw the harness and vibrator. Both were an imposing ebony, the former of stretchy Lycra combined with tough leather, the latter thick and sculpted to resemble a cock, the sheer girth of it making her vagina contract in hunger and fright.
"As you can see, pet, this will likely be the climax of the evening. Now I'll truly see what you're made of," the blonde said, climbing onto the bed and offering her a smile before straddling her, reverse cowgirl fashion, settling upon the girl's waist.
The maid longed for a mirror at the foot of the bed. Longed to see what the woman was doing. She tossed restlessly, pulling at her bonds, the blonde silent as she worked. There were a couple of soft snaps and then the unmistakable beehive hum of a powerful vibrator.
"Are you going to be my very, very good little girl?" Fingers now probing her vagina. She moaned, longing for the comforting veil of her hair as they went in deep, then rammed in and out for a few seconds before withdrawing.
"Yes," the girl moaned as she felt the head of the vibrator against her clitoris. The sensation was electric and powerful and she cried out, arching her hips. But then it was taken away and she collapsed, panting, as her cunt throbbed with desire.
"Do you want to make me happy?" Another slow caress of her clit with the vibe.
"Oh, God ... Yes..."
It began to penetrate her. Inch by inch—it was so large she gasped, her toes curling as the intense vibration seemed to fill every fiber of her being, her sex swelling and sensitive as its depths were filled, her body arching and tensing beneath the blonde.
Something was wrong. The woman was climbing off her. She was gathering the straps of the harness and...
"Very good," she murmured, fastening two about the maid's left hip, two to her right, one more about the waist, and the effect was complete. Secure penetration that could not be dislodged, no matter the vaginal contractions. "Very beautiful. I wish I could capture you in a picture. You look so lovely."
It wasn't enough. The intensity was divine, but all in the wrong area. If only she could get some pressure ... some stimulation where it was desperately needed. She tried rolling her hips to no avail. She tried to squeeze her thighs together, but the more she pulled, the tighter the bonds. She groaned painfully, squeezing her eyes shut as the sensation went on, making her clench her hands into fists, her leg muscles cording with tension.
Beside her, the blonde was moving. She bent, pulling off her shoes. Then she was standing, hurriedly unbuttoning her blouse, revealing an ebony lace brassiere and the high little breasts within it. The bra was undone and cast aside, and then the belt and pants. Yes, the pants ... and beneath, a garter belt and stockings. No panties...
The maid redoubled her wiggling and moaning, her cunt fit to burst, her own nipples painfully erect, her life outside this room forgotten. She longed for this woman. Longed to be taken by this woman. Whatever she must do to please her ... She just had to know relief.
Like some ancient nocturnal pleasure deity, the woman climbed onto her, the silken heat of her shaved sex against the girl's hip as she began to grind on the maid's thigh, one hand reaching up to roughly pinch the girl's left nipple.
"How does that feel?" the woman purred, capturing the girl's chin to steal a quick, ravenous kiss.
"Good—" The pinching grew sharp as the blonde applied her fingernails to the flesh, the girl cried out in pain.
"Good what?"
"Good, Ma'am!" the girl choked, thrusting her hips in a fruitless search for satisfaction.
"Don't you want to come with me?" the blonde inquired breathlessly, reaching down to press the upper portion of the girl's swollen cleft. She bit her lip, now perspiring and shuddering, the muffled vibrations driving her to the unattainable brink. "If you are a good little pet and make me come, I'll think about changing my mind..."
Getting to her knees, she moved to position herself over the girl, parting her thighs just over the maid's mouth, the obvious intention one that could not be refused. Their eyes met over the blonde's diminutive bosom as the shorn cleft of her sex parted, the subtle fragrance making the girl's mouth water. Reaching down, the blonde caressed the girl's brow as she felt the first hot dart of her tongue, a shuddering sigh escaping her lips as her back arched and she let out a trembling sigh.
The taste of her was exquisite to the maid. A vague hint of sweetness and a spicy fragrance of floral notes emanated from her thighs. She was slick with desire, and the maid could taste it as she lapped at the succulent crevices, and then sucked the tiny nodule of the clitoris. This action elicited a throaty moan from her gorgeous entrée, so she repeated it with more intensity and frequency, her chin wet with the woman's juices.
The constant throbbing within the girl's vagina began to grow worse as her own arousal increased. The two lovely creatures seemed to be feeding off each other's lust, the blonde clutching the headboard for support as her own climax approached, the maid frantically writhing in her bonds as her cunt began to clench on the massive vibrating cock within, desperately craving satisfaction that eluded her no matter her efforts.
"I want your tongue inside me," the blonde breathed as she reached down with her right hand to stroke her clitoris. Obediently, the maid slid her tongue between the folds of the woman's sex, finding the opening to plunge her tongue deep inside it. The blonde gave a great cry as her body shuddered, the little canal around the girl's tongue contracting as hot, sweet fluid began to seep out onto her tongue, lips, and chin.
Satisfied, the blonde caught her breath, climbing off the girl. She stretched in a feline manner then set to work unfastening the bonds.
"Ten minutes left," she sighed, loosening the final knot at the girl's left arm. "On your hands and knees, then over to the mirror."
"Ma'am?" A sudden stinging pinch of her nipple had her managing to gain a sitting position, the shifting of the vibrator within making her gasp. She felt numb as she dropped her feet over the edge of the bed, still able to taste the woman's honeyed cunt in her mouth as she slowly licked her lips, her vagina squeezing the vibrator inside her.
She dropped to her hands and knees, the leash taken up again as she crawled jerkily forward. Unable to stop stealing glimpses of the naked beauty beside her, she forced herself to concentrate on the destination, trying to ignore the lust brewing within her. Another pause as the blonde returned to her bag, retrieving yet another device.
Tears of relief began to fall as the maid eyed the double-ended dildo in those lily-white hands. It was massive and sculpted of cinnamon-red glass, a good length of handle protruding from the junction where the two phallic projections met. It bordered on a work of art, and the girl shivered with anticipation as she watched the blonde move a carved oak chair toward the chest, placing it before the piece of furniture.
"I just can't seem to leave you alone, you naughty little darling. Come here and sit on the chest with your back to the mirror," the blonde instructed, her voice husky as she watched the girl gain her footing, then move toward the chest. "Stand still."
Facing the glass, the girl watched as her mistress ran her hands first through the dense cascade of the maid's silken hair, gently gathering lush fistfuls of the lustrous mocha strands, the look in her eyes one of almost wonder at what she held—as if she were the one in awe of the creature before her, not the reverse.
The soft as satin glide of her hands over the girl's sides as she reached down to unfasten the harness allowed a sigh of delight to escape the maid's lips and an involuntary shudder raced over her body as the vibrator was wrenched from her still clenching vagina. With the slow motion of a dream, the blonde lifted it, gazing at the thin glaze of the maid's secretions that glistened upon the smooth, raven surface.
Without a word, she reached around the girl's waist, their eyes meeting in the mirror as she proffered the toy to her pet, who, though her eyes misted with tears, leaned over, parting her lips to engulf the cock as far into her throat as she could stand.
"Such a good girl," the blonde cooed, reaching forward to caress each of the girl's stiffening nipples. "Now ... up on the chest. Turn and face me."
A playful spank landed on her behind as she scrambled up onto the polished surface of the chest, turning to face the chair, the ingenious guest looking on as she made herself comfortable, settling back against the chilly smoothness of the glass, her hair a layer of softness between it and the flesh of her shoulders.
Crawling over the arm of the chair, sculpted nude limbs flexing deliciously in the lamplight, the blonde moved close to her anxious pet. She knelt up, grasping each of the girl's ankles and wrenching them apart to scrutinize the soaked cleft between her thighs. Planting the maid's feet on the arms of the chair, the blonde brought the dildo up from the seat, moving one of the phalluses toward the girl's cunt.
Before the maid could bite it back, a wanton moan escaped her lips as the cool, unrelenting, slick surface of the glass rubbed slowly against her opening, then began to push inside her, the width almost too considerable, her tight little vagina stretching to accommodate it, her eyes closing as waves of pleasure began to lap at her toes, a heated blush suffusing her cheek.
"Oh no, sweetheart," the blonde shook her head as if chastising a child. "This..." with a slow exhalation, she shoved the dildo in deep, wrenching a throaty cry from her plaything. "... is entirely for me. I'm going to fuck you, and you're going to play with my clit until I come."
"God..." the maid whimpered as, with a great shifting of the bulk inside her, she watched and felt the blonde begin to straddle her end of the dildo, her back arching, gorgeous breasts held high as she rammed herself down onto the cock, her breath inhaled through her teeth as she reached down to capture one of the maid's hands, placing it upon the mound of her cunt.
The slippery, hot flesh beneath her fingers only made her moan again, as, with jarring groans, the blonde worked herself on the toy, jabbing it deep into the maid's dripping vagina. The girl stroked the woman's clitoris as she was told, her eyes focused on the glimmer of crimson between their thighs. An especially rough thrust made the maid wince, and she cried out, the pleasure bordering on pain.
"Don't let it fall out or I'll use my belt on that pretty ass," the blonde breathed, reaching up to grab the girl's breasts in her hands, squeezing them too roughly as the maid's other hand went to the protruding handle of the dildo, shoving it deep inside her as she felt the blonde's nails dig into her nipples.
The bedroom began to fade. There was only the unbearable pain in her nipples and the walloping pleasure in her pussy as she frantically moved her fingertips, the blonde now slamming against her, moaning louder and longer as she began to grow pink. The chair shuddered with the force of her thrusts as, her breath momentarily stopping, she came, the dildo pushed to the very depths of the maid, who felt the hot weight of tears slipping down her cheeks as the pain relented in her nipples.
The dildo was withdrawn slowly from her ... very slowly, and her cunt protested violently against each inch that was removed, clenching and straining to keep it in place as she sobbed openly now, watching through blurred vision as the blonde climbed down from the chair.
Toys were being gathered and taken to the bathroom. There came the clatter of glass against the sink and an almost cheerful exclamation of profanity. Still on her perch, the girl didn't want to move. She didn't want to do anything that might only worsen the craving she felt—the urgent need that still pumped through her veins with the demand of a low and thrumming voltage. She thought walking might be enough to make her go mad. Yet, before she even was required to decide, the blonde reappeared, holding her clothes and purse beneath one arm, moving between her still splayed thighs, placing the clothes to her left upon the chest.
"Come down from there, my good girl." A slight tug on the leash she had forgotten about, and she slid limply forward as she gazed, dumbstruck, at the woman before her. In those eyes, she saw the satisfaction of a well-received fucking, and not the slightest acknowledgement of her own ordeal, and she felt herself growing angry.
"Yes," the blonde soothed, placing the bra and panties into her trembling hands. "I know what you're thinking. But I've already thought of that. I imagine you'll want to get some rest before you come back to me, and we can negotiate your own pleasure then. Now, get dressed and go wash your face, dear. I want to make you up and send you on your way. I'm exhausted. And there aren't too many hours between now and seven in the morning..." She went over to a small table on which sat the dish of fruit and plate of chocolate mousse cake the maid had brought earlier, popping a wedge of orange between those succulent lips. "And be sure you bring me scrambled eggs. I won't eat them any other way. You know what I might be forced to do to you if you don't follow my directions."
Finish
