Chapter 4: Building Tension
The marble floors of the Collins' mansion gleamed in the soft glow of the crystal chandelier, casting reflections onto the vaulted ceilings and gold leaf accents that draped the foyer. The scent of fresh flowers, lemongrass and roses, mingled with vanilla from a recent scented candle lighting.
I nervously smoothed the front of my frilly black and white maid uniform, finding solace in its familiarity. I had worked here for some weeks now. Cleaning, assisting the staff with meals and preperation. And spending an evening every second day with the Collins in their chambers.
They were so insistent that I started to feel sick. Their touches lingered longer and they whispered such graphic, lusty things in my ear that I couldn't help but cringe. Mr Collins would put his hand at my waist like a lover. Mrs Collins would hold my hand like a friend. But in that chamber I would find myself with the large suppository place inside me.
Sometimes I would be tied down as Mrs Collins would put on her leather gloves and Mr Collins would watch. We were in the master bedroom, and my body was a live canvas. Last night, Mr. Collins unzipped his pants, that maroon color as rich as the wine stains on his shirt. And his wife blew him as he gentle filled me with 'my medicine'.
My body had changed too. Subtlety at first.
The kind most people-myself included-would not pick up on. But soon enough, the I noticed I was filling in my bra.
The size of a b-cup gradually grew, until I was sporting proud, round C's. My waist became slimmer, but my hips curved out just right.
The couple made no secret of their delight: Mr. Collins would roam the halls at night, “accidentally” bumping into me when I was off duty. His hands would slip down to my ass to squeeze it, whispering, “So fucking hot, Alexis.”
Mrs. Collins smoothed her hand along my hip whenever I walked past her.
“You’re looking so fine today, Alexis,” she’d purr, letting her fingers slide between the hem of my uniform and the sensitive skin of my thighs. My body tensed with dread and an odd tingling sensation I couldn’t deny as her touch sent sparks flying through me.
That night in the privacy of the master bedroom, Mrs. Collins taught me explicitly about pleasure, about servicing her husband and their illicit needs. She would ask me to undress and kneel by the bed as she demonstratively sucked her husband's cock with wide-eyed enthusiasm.
"See, Alexis, this is how you do it," she'd say, her lips wrapped around his shaft. "Mmm, he loves that. Don't you, baby?"
I watched in horror and fascination as Mr. Collins groaned, his hand traveling up and down her spine, stopping to squeeze her ass. "Oh yeah, fuck yes."
Mrs. Collins commanded me to remove my own panties before bending over the bed. "You'll do as I say," she whispered.
"And you'll love every second of it."
She spread her legs and hooked one over Mr. Collins' shoulder, granting me an unrestricted view of her wet pussy. My mouth went dry, my heart pounded in my chest. How could I be so terrified and so turned on at the same time?
Mrs. Collins motioned for me to join them, to taste her, but I couldn't move. My body was frozen with shock and fear, despite my protests bubbling beneath the surface.
I watched in silence as Mrs. Collins' skilled mouth took her husband deep down her throat. Her hand motioned for me to do the same.
"Relax, Alexis," she soothed. "You'll find out just how good this feels."
My heart hammered against my ribcage as I hesitantly inched closer to Mrs. Collins. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to run, to get far away from here. But I was trapped, both by my circumstances and by the sinful desires that snaked through me.
God, I wanted to touch her, to feel her wetness on my tongue. I wanted to watch Mr. Collins thrust into her, hear her moans at the back of her throat. My own cock throbbed against the zipper of my pants, aching to be freed.
"You're killing me," Mr. Collins groaned, his grip tightening on Mrs. Collins' hip. "Let her taste you, babe."
With his encouragement, Mrs. Collins nodded reluctantly.
I inched closer, trembling with a cocktail of emotions. Fear, shame, excitement, and anticipation crashed over me.
"You can touch me, Alexis," Mrs. Collins whispered, her voice soft and soothing. I tentatively reached out and traced my fingers along the length of her thigh. The muscles tensed and relaxed under my touch, eliciting a small gasp from her mouth.
Emboldened by her reaction, I let my hand wander higher. I traced the curve of her hips and the dip of her waist before finally settling on her breasts.
My fingers lingered on the sensitive skin before cupping them, feeling the weight in my palms. She leaned forward, helping me slide off her silk lingerie. I marveled at the sight of her bare chest, the rosy nipples taut with anticipation.
As I leaned forward to take a nipple in my mouth, Mrs. Collins moaned and tangled her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer and gasping as I teased her nipple with my tongue.
"Yes, just like that," she breathed, writhing under my touch.
I continued to tease and fondle her breasts, feeling her nails dig into my scalp. "God, your mouth feels so good."
She guided my free hand down the curve of her stomach and onto the apex of her thighs. I hesitated for just a moment, unsure if I could take this final step. But when her hand slipped between my thighs, lightly stroking my cock through my pants, I knew I was lost.
I dipped my fingers between her folds, groaning at how slick and warm she felt.
I parted her lips with my fingers and teased her clit with light, feather-like strokes.
Mrs. Collins threw her head back, letting out a loud moan. Mr. Collins chuckled from behind her. "Enjoying that, babe?" he asked teasingly.
"Oh fuck yes," Mrs. Collins replied breathlessly. "Alexis, you're such a quick learner."
I couldn't help but smile at the compliment. I was a man, but in this moment, I felt like I had been reborn as a woman. But there was something missing from that image. It was staring at me, inches from my face. Mr Collin's erect member
, engorged and pulsating with a life of its own. My heart pounded in my chest as I looked from his manhood, to his eyes, silently pleading for me to back down from this proposition.
But Mrs Collins chimed in, her voice low and commanding, "Go on, Alexis. You want to do it."
There was no denying the truth. I wanted this. I craved it. My inner conflict gave way to desire and my mind drowned in wave after wave of the unimaginable pleasure that seemed inevitable if I proceeded.
I locked eyes with Mr. Collins as I lowered my mouth toward his thick, hard cock. My hesitation faded with every inch that I took in, until I felt the head of his shaft hit the back of my throat.
"Oh fuck, yes," he growled, his fingers weaving themselves inside my hair. He pushed my head down further, forcing himself deeper into my throat as he started to thrust. With every powerful motion, his balls slapped against my chin while I gagged and gasped for air, my muffled pleas for mercy only making him fuck my mouth harder and faster.
Mrs. Collins was relentless in her guidance, her taunts only exciting me further, inciting me to be a better, more obedient submissive. She ordered me to undress, to touch myself, and to bring myself to climax while I sucked and swallowed her husband's cock.
As I rubbed my cock and squeezed my nipples, the room spun around me. My breaths came out in ragged, hungry pants; my mind lost in a sea of ecstasy.
I could tell Mr. Collins was nearing his climax.
His thrusts became more desperate and unpredictable. I struggled to take all of him, gagging on each thrust. My mouth was sore, my jaw ached, but I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted to feel him come down my throat, filling me up with his hot, salty essence.
Mrs. Collins watched, her eyes filled with lust as she toyed with her clit. She moaned softly, her body writhing on the bed next to her husband’s.
Her perfectly manicured nails dug into my scalp, guiding me as I sucked and slurped with fervor.
“That’s it, Alexis. You’re such a good little slut,” she murmured, encouraging me as I rubbed my own cock harder in response to each thrust of her husband’s hips.
Suddenly, Mr. Collins let out a deep, guttural growl. He gripped my hair tightly, holding me still as he fiercely thrust himself deeper into my throat.
I gagged, choking on the sheer size of him, tears streaming down my cheeks. His cock pulsed and twitched in my mouth before he finally exploded, hot cum spurting down my throat and filling every inch of my mouth. I swallowed quickly, trying to keep up with his release. I couldn't believe how much I wanted this, how much I enjoyed being used like this.
When Mr. Collins finally pulled out, leaving me gasping for breath, Mrs. Collins was practically panting with need. But the truth was revealed, he hadn't cum. This was just the prologue.
The Collins' twisted desires ran much deeper than I initially thought. They were masters at the art of power play, seduction, and control. Their thirst seemed insatiable, always pushing for more, never holding back.
Mr. Collins approached me, his eyes wild with desire. "Lie down on the bed," he commanded.
My heart raced as I obliged, staring up at him in anticipation and terror. Mrs. Collins stood by his side, her body draped in nothing but a silk robe that revealed just enough to leave something to the imagination.
"hands behind your back" She demanded. Her voice low.
I obeyed, knowing they were going to tie the tight, wIth silk.
My heart raced in anticipation as they bound my wrists together, the silk cool and soft against my skin. I couldn't help but feel a surge of fear as Mrs. Collins climbed on top of me, her bare breasts pressing against my chest. Her mouth found mine, her tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. The taste of him was still lingering, only adding to the taboo experience.
Mr. Collins had already shed his clothes and stood by the bed, towering over us. His cock was still hard and ready for more.
My own arousal spiked as I watched him climb onto the bed, kneeling between my parted legs.
"Open wide, Alexis," Mr. Collins ordered gruffly, my name sounding so filthy and wrong on his lips. I did as instructed, my pussy slick with desire as his massive tongue pressed against my now wet entrance. Meanwhile my world plunged into darkness. As the ever familar blind fold descended onto me.
I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of vulnerability. The pleasure heightened as my other senses tuned in. A husky voice whispered in my ear. Mrs. Collins' this time, "You see, darling, we crave control, but so do you."
My pulse raced as I felt the gentle strokes of Mr. Collins' tongue on my wetness. His hands caressed and squeezed my breasts. I moaned into the fabric that covered my eyes, feeling myself becoming more and more powerless yet craving being their plaything all the more.
Mr. Collins shifted his attention between my clit and my entrance, teasing me relentlessly with licks and thrusts of his tongue, while Mrs. Collins paid attention to my breasts, licking and biting at my nipples with enough force to make me cry out in pleasure.
Mrs. Collins leaned down towards me, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered filthy words. "We want you to beg us for it, darling.
To plead for us to fuck you until you can't take it anymore. To make you our little whore."
My breath hitched as Mrs. Collins' words sent a thrill down my spine. I had never been talked to like this before, and the taboo nature of it made my cock throb with need.
"Please, Mrs. Collins," I begged, my voice trembling with desire. "I need you. Both of you."
Mr. Collins chuckled darkly, his tongue still working its magic on my clit.
"You're such a good little slut, Alexis. You beg so beautifully."
I moaned as he continued to lick and tease me, my hips bucking involuntarily. Mrs. Collins' lips traveled down my body, her tongue tracing a hot, wet path from my breasts to my stomach.
"Oh God," I cried out, my body trembling with need. "Please, Mrs. Collins.
I need you both."
Without warning, Mr. Collins' fingers replaced his tongue. He plunged two fingers deep inside of me, drawing a guttural moan from somewhere deep within my core. He curled them upwards, brushing against that magical spot that instantly sent sparks of pleasure radiating through every inch of my body.
"Please, don't stop," I cried out, writhing beneath their touch, desperate for more. Mrs.
Collins' lips found mine, her tongue delving deep into my mouth in a passionate kiss. I could taste myself on her lips, only adding to the forbidden desire that surged through me.
Mr. Collins' fingers never stopped their relentless rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. His other hand reached up to tweak and pull at my nipples, eliciting soft cries from my mouth.
"You like that, don't you Alexis?" Mrs. Collins whispered in my ear, her voice low and sultry.
"Beg me for it, Alexis. Tell me how much you want it."
My breath hitched as I felt the familiar pressure building inside me. I was so close, so on edge that all it would take was a little more to send me spiraling into bliss.
"Please, Mrs. Collins," I panted. "I need it. I need you.
At my words, Mr. Collins removed his fingers from my dripping wet pussy, but they were not replaced.
I cried out in desperation, in need of more stimulation.
"Not tonight, dear would you mind?" Mr Collins said cruely.
My eyes widened with astonishment and frustration, but I dared not protest. I craved their touch and the pleasure we shared, all of which was mixed with my rising anger.
Mrs Collins silenced my whimpers with her lips, her kiss soft yet demanding. She explored my mouth with a hunger that made me dizzy with want, as if to distract me from Mr Collins' denial. Her hands roamed over my body, cupping and kneading my breasts while she pulled and twisted at my nipples. I moaned against her mouth, writhing and desperate for release. And in the midst, she slipped a blindfold over my eyes.
My hands were suddenly gripped tightly and pulled together. So too were my legs.
Tight ropes encircled my ankles and wrists, tying them together. I couldn't move an inch, but the burning need in my sex only intensified.
"You want this, don't you, Alexis?" Mrs. Collins murmured against my lips. I whimpered in response, unable to deny the truth. "Good."
She broke the kiss, leaving me panting and gasping for air. I heard shuffling sounds near the bed, followed by a low hum.
I could almost taste the anticipation in the air as I waited for what came next.
"I'm going to make you feel so good, Alexis," Mrs. Collins cooed before her hot breath tickled my sensitive ear. I felt her pressing her breasts against mine, her hands snaking around to grip my back. She ground herself on top of me, her wetness soaking my stomach. Her tongue swirled against my earlobe before she bit down gently, sending a shiver down my spine.
She tugged at the rope binding my wrists, testing its strength. Satisfied that I couldn’t escape, she trailed her lips down my neck, peppering kisses along the way. I moaned in frustration, feeling helpless and wanting as she teased me.
“Please, Mrs. Collins,” I begged, wriggling beneath her touch. “I need more.”
She only chuckled in response and continued her ministrations, her hands wandering down to cup my breasts through the uniform.
Her fingers pinched and twisted the nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my cock.
"Oh, I know you do," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. "And we're going to give it to you, don't worry."
Her lips found mine again in a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue explored my mouth, tasting every inch of me. I could feel myself getting lost in her touch, my mind spiraling into a haze of desire.
Suddenly, she broke the kiss and pulled away. And just as quickly I felt myself being lifting by strong hands, I was thrown over the shoulder, and then tossed into the air. I landed on something soft, and slippery, cool bedsheets.
I couldn't see a thing, blindfolded and bound as I was. But my other senses took over, compensating for the loss. I heard rustling from the bedside table, and then a click, followed by the soft hum of a vibrator coming to life. My heart skipped a beat at the thought of that device being used on me. I had never tried one before, but I had heard enough stories to make my cock twitch with anticipation.
Warm skin suddenly pressed against mine, and the bed shifted. I had been joined, and two mouths began to explore me.
One trailed kisses along my jawline and neck. Soft, wet kisses that made me tremble with anticipation. The other, smaller mouth began to worship my cock. Licks and nibbles up and down the length, causing my hips to involuntarily thrust upwards. I groaned as they continued, loving the feeling of their skilled mouths on my body.
"Fuck, you guys are good," I gasped out, losing myself in the sensations coursing through my body.
"Silence" ordered Mr Collins.
His voice sent shivers down my spine as I lay there, panting and gasping for breath, my body aching for release.
But just before I reached the point of no return, they stopped. "Get me ready slut" he growled. As if by instinct, I opened my mouth, tongue proud.
A blindfolded woman, with short brown hair, in black lingerie. hogtied on the bed with her mouth open and tongue sticking out.
I heard a low growl of satisfaction from the man above me, and he slid his cock past my lips, hitting the back of my throat.
"Good girl" Mr. Collins grunted, his fingers threading through my hair as he held my head still, forcing me to take him. I gagged at first, my brain screaming at me to resist. But as I felt his cock pulse in my mouth, I found myself giving in to the sensation of him filling me up.
With my hands still bound behind my back, I couldn't help but feel completely vulnerable and at their mercy.
My now expert lips continued to work their magic on his cock, taking turns sucking and licking until I was panting and writhing beneath them. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, his balls tightening with every stroke. I could feel his wife's breath, close to my face, intensely observing my work.
She closed into my ear to give me some advice;
"You need more tongue action, just like this."
Her wet tongue swirled around my earlobe, my body reacting to the sudden surprise of her lips and tongue play. It was enough to drive any man wild with desire, and I could feel the moisture pooling in my throat at the mere thought of her tongue in other places.
I tried to move my hands, wanting to touch her, but they were still bound tightly behind my back. My hips arched involuntarily as he pushed himself deeper into me, feeling every inch of him stretching me wide.
His fingers dug into my scalp, pulling me back to meet each thrust as he drove into me with rough, animalistic need.
"You take my cock so well, slut," Mr. Collins growled in my ear, his breath hot and heavy on my neck. I could feel the wetness of his saliva against my skin where his lips had traced a path down to my shoulder.
As if to prove him right, I moaned loudly around his cock, my throat raw from the constant attention it had received just minutes earlier.
But I didn’t care. All that mattered was the primal pleasure coursing through my veins.
Mrs. Collins came back into focus, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, "That's right, baby. Take your master's cock like a good little slut."
I could feel myself growing even harder at her words, my body responding to her filthy language. It sent a shiver down my spine as I felt Mr. Collins’ grip tighten on my hips, his thrusts becoming harder and more possessive with each passing moment.
The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed through the opulent bedroom, mingling with our moans and heavy breathing.
His other hand snaked around my waist, tracing a path up my chest until he found my nipple. He pinched and twisted it roughly, sending a jolt of pleasure straight across my chest and to my head, like a mote of lightning. I couldn't help but push back against him, hungry for more of the intense sensations rocketing through me.
Mrs. Collins watched us, her eyes glazed over with lust as she touched herself.
I couldn't believe what I was becoming, how easily I could slip into this role of submissive female partner. My cock was now fully hard, leaking precum onto my stomach as I sucked and moaned on Mr. Collins' cock.
"That's enough for now," Mr. Collins said gruffly, pulling out of my mouth with a pop. I panted heavily, my lips swollen from his girth. I heard as he stood up and walked over to his wife. She spread her legs, inviting him to plunge deep inside her wet folds.
He didn't hesitate. With a groan, he pushed himself into her tightness, filling her up completely. She gasped as he hit the deepest part of her, stretching her in ways she never thought possible.
He started to move, thrusting in and out of her with a roughness that made her cry out with each stroke. The sound of their bodies slapping against each other echoed through the room, mingling with their moans and gasps.
"Yes," she hissed, clawing at his back as he fucked her harder and faster. I felt the bed rock, I tried to shift closer, to feel their skin and rhythm agaisnt mine.
I struggled with the ropes and blindfold, suddenly needing the visual and tactile sensation to fully appreciate this act. But the binding around my wrist was too tight. My skin, red and raw from the friction. And so I remained still, tethered to the desire coursing through me like an uncontrollable flame.
The sound of heavy breathing seemed deafening now. My body ached in anticipation. My mouth was parched, my breaths becoming ragged as I listened to their passion grow in intensity and volume.
My body was coursing with desire, and I couldn't help but feel like I was missing out on something incredible.
And that's when Mrs. Collins looked over at me, her eyes flashing with a mischievous glint as she took in my discomfort.
"What's wrong, Alexis?" she asked, her voice dripping with barely contained lust. "Don't you want to come too?"
I could only nod frantically, unable to form any coherent words in response.
My need for release had never been stronger, and the thought that they might deny me only made it more intense.
"Beg for it then," Mrs. Collins commanded, a sly smile playing on her lips as she spoke. "Beg me to let you come."
I hesitated for just a moment, unsure of how to proceed. I had never begged for anything like this before, and the thought of doing so in front of them was both humiliating and exhilarating at the same time. Mr Collin's pace began to increase, the bed shifting as he crashed into his spouse. Her purrs became moans, my own sounds whimpers.
"Please, Mrs. Collins, let me come," I begged, my voice breaking. "I need it so badly."
Mr. Collins' thrusts became more erratic, his breath hot against my mistress's neck as he buried his face there.
They were close, but not quite there. Yet.
"Oh no, I don't think so," Mrs. Collins cooed, her lips curling into a wicked smile.
"Beg some more, Alexis. I want to hear you plead for it."
My heart raced as I struggled against the ropes that bound my wrists and ankles. I was desperate for release, my throbbing cock weeping pre-cum onto my stomach.
"Please, Mrs. Collins," I begged, my voice barely above a whisper. "I need to come so badly. Please let me cum."
Mrs. Collins looked over at her husband, her eyes shining with excitement and desire. "What do you think, darling?
Should we let our little maid cum?" Mr. Collins asked, his voice raspy and short of breath. As she pressed the words out between moans.
"Silence," He said, I could hear him place his fingers in her mouth.
I imagined his wife happily sucking each finger, already wet with my saliva. The thought sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through me.
Their tempo became frantic, the couple close to climax inches away from me. I felt the heat and smelled the sweat. Heard their grunts.
Felt their spasms. The couple was close, very close. I could hear the change in their moans. Their panting harder, faster. My own body tensing in anticipation.
"Beg some more, Alexis," Mrs Collins coaxed before clamping her hand over my mouth. Her grip tight, stifling any sounds that threatened to push past my lips.
"Don't you dare cum yet." She ordered sharply, her breath hot against my ear.
I moaned underneath her hand, the sound muffled and desperate. I could feel my desperation building, the need for release becoming almost unbearable.
At that moment, Mr. Collins pulled out of his wife with a grunt, his cock glistening with her wetness. His hand grabbed my hair with cruel intent, instinctively I returned to the position of mouth wide, tongue out.
My body shivered in anticipation.
He wasted no time in erupting over me; hot sticky seed slathering on my face. In my mouth, my tongue. It was salty, like a brine from the sea.
"That's right, darling.
Swallow every last drop of my cum." Mr. Collins' voice was hoarse with pleasure as he continued to paint my face and mouth with his essence. His fingers tightened in my hair, pulling me closer as if trying to force every ounce of himself down my throat.
Mrs. Collins watched with a hungry gaze, her own orgasm fast approaching, I could hear her hands with the sound of her wetness, and I knew she was on the brink.
"Yes, yes," she chanted, her hips bucking wildly as her climax took over. For me, however, there was no climax.
I was left there on the bed covered in his seed. They promptly left. An elderly servant untied me nearly an hour later and sent me to get clean.
I felt numb as I shakily walked towards the master bathroom. The tiles were cold against my sensitive skin, and my legs shook from the adrenaline.
I turned on the hot water in the massive shower and stepped inside, letting the steamy water wash away the sweat and remnants of semen from my face. My hands shook as I reached for the soap, lathering it up to clean myself thoroughly.
As I washed my hair, I couldn't help but recall the previous events, feeling a mix of humiliation and excitement.
The memory of Mr. Collins' thick, pulsing cock and the hot stream of his cum that had spilled onto my face and tongue made my own cock twitch, despite the fact that I hadn't been allowed to come with them.
I let out a low moan as I thought about their pleasure, imagining the sight of Mrs. Collins - her perfectly toned body writhing with ecstasy as she came hard beneath her husband.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the familiar stirrings of arousal in my loins.
Being a cross-dressing French maid for the Collins was turning out to be more exciting than I could have ever imagined. But it was also exhausting, both physically and mentally. The mental battle of accepting this new role and the constant threat of exposure made each day feel like a Herculean task.
But despite the challenges, I couldn't deny the growing connection I felt towards Mrs. Collins.
I could feel my heart racing with excitement every time brought their champagne glasses to them, my body moving in graceful, fluid motions. I had always been a performer at heart, and playing the role of a submissive French maid was turning out to be more exhilarating than anything I had ever done before.
The servant had thoughtfully laid out some sleepware for me, and a robe. A token gesture of my duty finished. For the day at least.
I observed the items,
hesitant to put them on. My body was still humming from the encounter upstairs, and the thought of putting on anything that might inhibit my senses made me shudder with anticipation.
But I knew I couldn't stay in the shower forever. SoonI was due a day off. An evening at the baths, a place where I had been told I could find some like-minded individuals to explore my desires with.
As much as I hated to admit it, the Collinses had awakened something in me. Something primal and insatiable that couldn't be satisfied with just one person.
I stepped out of the shower, my mind racing with a mix of conflicting emotions. I couldn't deny that the thought of exploring my desires with other like-minded individuals intrigued me. It was a secret part of me that I had kept hidden for so long - a side that craved submission and exploration. And the idea of finding others who shared those same desires was like a beacon of light in the darkness.
As I towel-dried my hair, I couldn't help but eye off the sleepwear. A soft pink satin thong and matching chemise. And a larger generous satin robe. I noted the matching eyemask, all much more expensive than I could afford before this life.
And there along with It I noted a plastic wraped penis-shaped suppository and a small squeezee bottle. An asset to make this final duty easier.
The item left for me. I could almost feel it already, imagining the pleasure and shock of the surprise. My body tensed with anticipation as I carefully opened the plastic wrapping.
The suppository was smooth and cool to the touch, a sleek material that promised a slow release of pleasure once inserted. I squeezed out some lubricant from the bottle, its slick texture making my cock pulse in anticipation. As I coated my fingers, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at what was to come. In more ways than one.
I coated the suppository, and gently inserted it inside of me. Not long ago I would have required strong encouragement to do this. Now I noticed, I was savouring the sensation.
My legs trembled, my arms shook, and I moaned with every inch of penetration. The plastic-covered rod filled me up in a way that left me quivering with need. I was their plaything, their servant, their obedient little maid who would do anything for them.
I couldn't help but touch myself as I stood there, the suppository bringing me closer and closer to climax. But it wasn't enough. Not yet. I needed more. I ached for it.
The orgasm that I had been denied during my steamy encounter with the Collinses was still consuming me, and I needed to get some relief. I squirmed into the soft pink thong that barely covered my now-erect cock, the pressure against it only making things worse.
My ass clenched around the suppository, its slow release of pleasure now mixing with a steady stream of pre-cum leaking through my underwear. My hand snaked down beneath the silky fabric, finding the slick heat of my hard erection. Swiftly I slipped on the chemise. And hid my shaft with my robe. The eyemask gently settled on my head.
The fabric a whisper against my skin, hiding my identity. I looked at myself in the mirror, observing how I blended into the surrounding dark.
The thong felt slick against my skin where I had applied the oil. I tied the satin robe tight around my waist, concealing my desires. The garments felt luxuriously soft as they brushed against me, reminding me of my new status. My heart raced as I stepped out of the bathroom and into the dimly lit hallway of the Collins' mansion. Off to my bedchamber.
I walked down the long, dimly lit hallway with trepidation, feeling a strange mix of shame and excitement. I couldn't believe what had just happened upstairs in the master bedroom, how easily I had surrendered to my desires and gave in to the Collins' every command. The weight of my new role as a submissive French maid was still sinking in, and I couldn't help but wonder how far this illicit arrangement would go.
As I entered my bedchamber, I immediately noticed the soft glow of candles that illuminated the room.
My heart raced in anticipation as I approached the bed, where I found a note waiting for me on the pillow.
"Maid Alexis, please see your bedside table drawer for a gift from the household"
it read.
I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to expect. I slowly opened the drawer, feeling a wave of excitement and nervousness wash over me as I found an elegant pearl-handled dildo and a small tube of lubricant nestled inside. Along with a number of large packets of wet wipes.
I picked up the toy, feeling its weight and smoothness in my hands. The thought of using such a thing on myself had never crossed my mind before, but now I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire coursing through me. It wasn't as large as the masters, but larger than my own shaft. It had a firmness too it, the colour of ivory that felt hungry in this dim lighting.
I reached down, slipping my thong off in one swift motion. My cock sprang free, already rock hard and dripping with precum. I coated the dildo with the lubricant, every movement charged with a primal energy that I couldn't ignore.
As I lay back on the bed, I spread my legs wide, my ass sliding to the edge of the mattress. I could feel the cool air of the room against my wet, exposed pussy.
A woman, with short brown hair, in a satin pink thong and chemise. reading a note with a hungry expression. In a dimly lit luxury bedroom.
I took a deep breath and slowly pushed the dildo inside of me, the slick lubricant making my movements smooth and effortless. My body was already primed and ready for release, the slow buildup of pleasure from the suppository supplemented by the sensation of my fingertips on my clit.
I moaned as I began to work the dildo in and out of my pussy, my hips bucking wildly as I gave into the primal urge to come.
The sound of my own wetness filled the room, mixing with my heavy breathing as I neared climax.
My fingers worked themselves in small, light circles around my clit, feeling it grow harder and more sensitive with each passing moment. My other hand gripped the dildo tightly, driving it into myself with an urgency that made me dizzy with pleasure.
I couldn't believe how amazing it felt to be filled up like this, to feel the slow buildup of pleasure consuming my every thought.
My body trembled as I moved the dildo in and out of me, my fingers never stopping their rhythmic circles around my clit. The combination of the suppository and my own hands had me on the edge, ready to explode at any moment.
With a final thrust, I cried out in ecstasy as my climax washed over me like a tidal wave. My entire body convulsed as pleasure rocketed through me, my pussy clenching around the dildo as I rode out every pulse and aftershock.
My legs were shaking, my toes curling with the intensity of my release. It was as if every nerve ending in my body was alight with electric energy, and I couldn't help but sob with happiness.
As my climax began to ebb away, I slowly pulled the dildo out of me, wincing slightly at the feeling of emptiness that followed. I lay there for a moment, trying to catch my breath as I basked in the afterglow of my intense orgasm.
I couldn't remember the last time I had felt so satisfied, so completely spent.
But despite my exhaustion, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt as I thought about what had led me to this moment.
I was still reeling from the shock of being coerced into serving the Collinses. And while there was no denying the undeniable thrill of being dominated by such powerful, wealthy individuals, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was selling myself short.