Blog : Story - Helping Her Mistress

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5/1/2024 8:13 am

Story - Helping Her Mistress - 4

It wasn’t long until she felt the hands of the attendants releasing her wrists and ankles and removing the tape from her mouth and eyes. She let herself be helped off the bed and to the shower where for the second time that day she let the hot water scald the shame and humiliation off her (as well as the disgusting cum). After she was done, she dried off, brushed her teeth, gargled vigorously, brushed her hair and presented herself to the attendants. She stood quietly as they anointed her with body oils and creams to smooth her skin and make it shine. Then they affixed a cape around her neck. The cape covered her ass and nothing else and left her open and vulnerable. She fought against showing her unhappiness and resentment at this treatment, reminding herself, “This is for My Mistress.” They secured her hands behind her and attached a leash to her collar and led her to the quarters of the Head Attendant.
“You will be on duty in the community room. This is where Doms gather to smoke cigars, drink, converse, and, should the mood strike them, pleasure themselves with the Subs. You will be responsible for taking drink orders and making sure their glasses remain full, offering the cigars, lighting them, keeping them lit, and ensuring the ashtrays are empty, and, being available to any Dom there should he express an interest in you. Similarly, you will help any other Sub get in position to be used should you be near enough to assist. You are to say nothing. And while it is necessary for you to keep your eyes up to navigate the room, you must never make direct eye contact with a Dom. Do you fully understand?”
She took a deep breath. “Yes, I understand.”
At a nod from the Head Attendants, she was taken by the leash from his quarters to the community room. There she was shown a tray of cigars and the location of the fully stocked bar.Her wrists were freed and she was in service.
She picked up the tray and circulated through the room. When she saw a glass that was empty or mostly so, she politely asked “Sir, may I refill your glass for you?” And when a cigar was out, she lit it and when it was showing a length of ash, she hurried to get an ashtray under it so it wouldn’t fall to the floor. She did this mechanically, robotically. Occasionally she snuck a glance at her fellow Subs - all attired as she was - and all equally obedient and compliant. Just as she was getting ready for her next pass through the room, she saw a Dom signal to a nearby Sub and direct her to a plush rug in front of him. This was not far from where she was, so she went over and helped the Sub to all fours and, with another Sub, lifted up the cape so the Dom could enter her; then they returned to their stations. She listened more than saw the Dom entering the Sub and fucking her but it seemed without much passion or excitement; more like masturbation. And when he came he zipped up and returned to his scotch and cigar with a studied indifference. She watched to see what action, if any, she should take, but the Sub got to her feet on her own and resumed her position.
This was the pattern for the afternoon - cigars, scotch (or other adult beverages), and dispassionate sex. She served as best she could - always with deference - always trying to anticipate - and then came the moment she dreaded. It was she who was being beckoned to serve. One of the other Subs helped her get in position and lifted up her cape. She grimaced and groaned as she felt the large cock start to enter her and screamed when it was fully inside. He withdrew and at a signal from him here ensued a flurry of activity - and she soon found herself tightly gagged, her wrists cuffed, and her head pushed down to the floor and the collar attached to the chain of the wrist cuffs. Now he reentered her. There was no lubricant to help and his cock seemed to have gotten larger. She gasped and braced herself as best she could. He fucked her like a machine. Back and forth and back and forth he went. She felt him grab her hips to bring her closer and when he did and she was tight against him, his strokes got faster. She tensed - would he cum in her? She prepared for the worst but just as he was ready to cum, he pulled out and ejaculated on her back. Once more she fought the impulse to puke. She remained in position as he zipped up and returned to his drink. Then she noticed that another Sub had approached her and gotten to her knees. “What fresh hell is this?” In answer, the Sub began to lick his cum off her back and did so until it was all gone and then wiped her saliva off with her cape. And without a word she rose and was gone.
Immediately after, she was released from her cuffs, the gag removed, and she was instructed to return to her service station. She did so, on wobbly legs, with a sore cunt, and with a hollow feeling inside her. And then, with focus and determination, she picked up the cigar tray and circulated through the room. No matter what they did to her body, they would never get to her spirit and her unwavering commitment to Her Mistress. Thus resolved, she completed the rest of her service that day without further incident. And when she was returned to her room and bound and strapped down and blindfolded and gagged she drew comfort from knowing she had made it this far and was confident that she could bear whatever was left for her.


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