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As I watched her tongue snaked out of her mouth and began to lick at the cum on her face. Immediately I felt a stirring deep in my member. I watched her slowly, lovingly scoop the cool goop into her mouth with her tongue, watched the muscles of her throat work as she swallowed one mouthful after another. I was utterly blown away, stunned. I moved closer to her, my cock falling into the soaked mattress. I reached out and I scooped a mouthful of cum from her cheek with my fingers and held it to her mouth. She looked at me, then opened to accept it, sucking my fingers clean and making a great show of swallowing it. I cleaned off her other cheek and she repeated it. Her forehead, her chin, neck, her cleavage, all of it she accepted with loving care, infinite pleasure. She reached out and wrapped a hand around the back of my head. I could feel the cum being wrung out from my hair as she pressed me close to her, so that we were face to face. Then she opened her mouth and began licking my face clean. I was so turned on I could have started ravaging her again. She licked my face clean and started moving lower. As she licked slowly, laboriously, again I started gathering up mouthfuls from her body and shoveling them into her mouth between licks. It took almost half an hour, but we cleaned each other thoroughly, she swallowed every last taste of cum our fingers could gather from the bounty that surrounded us. I didn't go home that night. We fell asleep, still sticky, wrapped in each other's arms, my cock nestled between our breasts.
I awoke to a pulling sensation on my breasts. I sighed in contentment, even though the bed beneath me was freezing cold and wet, even though my body was sticky and my hair had dried into something indescribable. I opened my eyes to a sun-drenched room and looked down at my raven-haired lover, to see her suckling my breast like a newborn babe. Milked and then milked, I thought again. I watched her shamelessly, for her eyes were closed as she sucked tenderly on my nipple. She looked positively angelic in the early morning light, and I felt an almost motherly love for her until I remembered shoveling handfuls of semen into her open mouth. Without opening her eyes, she switched to the other breast when the first had run out. She suckled tirelessly, and it felt so good I couldn't even make a sound. When at last she had her fill, or had run me dry, I'm not sure which, she opened her eyes to find mine upon her and she smiled.
“I've gotten more than my two-copper's worth.” She said in her deep, seductive voice. I laughed carelessly, maybe for the first time in my life, and made no other answer. We laid there a while, then bathed together, barely fitting in the tub due to our size. My member laid dormant, as small and concealable as ever despite its massive size then night before. We kissed, and caressed each other, and rubbed our nipples together, but I was still content. I didn't crave the release, but it was still in my thoughts. She didn't seem to mind, she was content to wait a while.
She invited me to pick out clean clothes from her wardrobe, and so I did. I sifted through her clothes, every garment was a tiny slip of fabric, a small cut of leather. She had a few gowns that had not been worn in years, but they would have never fit over my breasts, which now completely covered my entire midsection. Just as I was about to give up, I saw a black and white dress at the very back of a closet, and pulling it out, I found it was the uniform that maids wore in Eel'Dora, complete with the matching head piece, except the frilly, puffy skirt was so short my ass would hang out. I was stunned to see something like this and slowly realized it must have something to do with some role-play request from one of her clients. But then I realized even further that I wanted to wear it! I was absolutely exhilarated again. I threw it on over my head, gathered my breasts up as compact as they would go, and they spilled out enormously over the top of the dress. The skirt was indeed short enough to expose most of my ass, so I put on a pair of fishnet stockings from another drawer and found a pair of her highest, steepest heels and shuffled off to find her.
She was in the kitchen, eying her small supply of food. She laughed when she saw me, but I could tell she was turned on, which made me even more turned on.
“Good morning, master.” I said, affecting the breathless, overawed speech that the maids back home had used. Feeling the words come out of me was unbearably erotic and I fought to keep my erection down. She smirked at me.
“I'm hungry, maid,” She said, “You are lax in your duties.”
“I'm so sorry, master,” I could feel the color rushing to my cheeks now, truly like any maid, “I will serve you at once.”
And so I clattered about her kitchen in shoes that would have made any real maid a cripple within a week and fixed a breakfast of biscuits, honey, and tea. All the while she sat at a small dining table and watched me. I felt her eyes drinking in every inch of me, and my face felt flushed and my movements sluggish and quavering as I felt those sapphire jewels burning into me. My mind was racing, thinking of ways to prolong the fantasy, to make it more outrageous and more complete. I gave up my search for a honey dish when the next idea struck me. I walked quickly to my expectant lover and turned her away from the table in her chair, then returned to the serving platter I had prepared with her breakfast. I pulled my breasts from their extreme constraints and rested them on the platter. Her eyes were wide as I turned around and came towards her again. I settled to my knees before her, placing the platter in her lap, and smothered my breasts with honey. She ate slowly, dabbing her biscuits on me and sipping her tea. When she finished she set the platter on the table and looked down at me.
“You must eat too, my pet.” She said. She spread her legs open and positioned herself so that the sight and aroma of her pussy hit me like a slap. She dabbed honey on it and looked at me expectantly. Trembling, I leaned forward, burying my head between her legs, feeling the smooth skin of my long ears trailing along her even smoother thighs. The strong taste of honey could have never dulled the even stronger taste of her as I tentatively ran my tongue along the lips of her inviting pussy. I shuddered with delight and tasted it again, more confidently. I licked it like candy, slipped my tongue in and out, swirled it over the adorable little nub of her clit. Her fingers ran through my hair, massaged the back of my head, her sighs and moans seeming to enhance the taste. So there I was, dressed like a servant, acting like a servant, servicing someone more powerful than me. At last everything had come full circle. I could have eaten her out all day, but eventually she stopped me, breasts heaving up and down with her rapid breath, her face serene and satisfied. She stood, keeping me on my knees with a hand on my head, turning my face to look up at her, and rubbed her pussy on my face. She ran it over my lips, ground her clit against my nose, only for a moment. She sighed again, making a sound of satisfaction and stepped back. I stayed on my knees, watching her, the taste of her lingering on my tongue and wet lips. I followed her gaze, and saw that my cock was raging, torn through my undergarments and sticking out from beneath my skirt. It was bigger than ever, it would have reached my ankles if it hung straight down, thick enough to fill the gap between my legs standing normally. She smiled at me, and I saw mischief in her eyes.
Without a word she led me back to her bedchamber, stood me by one of the posts of the bed. I watched her rummage through her things and produce a handful of leather straps and cuffs. She bound my hands together and then tied them to the bed post over my head, then tied my arms to the post again at the elbows. She tied my neck, my midsection, hips, knees, and ankles the same way. Straps tight but not too tight. She put a gag in my mouth, a large red ball tied behind my head with leather straps. I let her do all of it without struggle or questioning. She owned me.
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