Chapter 3: Rising Action
It had been 3 weeks since Jenna came into Cassie's life and her old life seemed much further the more she had spent as a live in maid and sexual play thing.
Every day Cassie had to waken Jenna from her luxurious bed after Cassie had spent the night, sleeping naked, in a small single bed with a thin cover. Cassie would wash herself, dress in her maid outfit and arrive in Jenna's bedroom with a fresh pot of coffee and wake her with a kiss on her feet. "Good morning Miss Jenna" She would say with a smile. "I'm here to make your life easier. What can I do for you today?"
Cassie would then kneel by Jenna's bedside waiting for her first orders. These would usually be to clean the vast mansion, scrubbing for hours on her knees but today she had been told she would be allowed to make her Mistress's favourite breakfast. Cassie had been warned that failure would mean a severe punishment.
Jenna stretched and smiled at the Maid kneeling by her bed, eager to please. "Good morning, Maid. Are you ready to cook me breakfast?" Jenna yawned.
"I want pancakes. But I don't want to eat them alone. So get your ass in the kitchen and make enough for two."
Cassie nodded quickly, eager to please. "Yes, Miss Jenna. Right away, Miss Jenna." She scurried out of the room, her ass swaying gently with each step. Jenna watched her go, a smirk playing on her lips. She loved seeing Cassie in that maid's uniform, her body bent and ready to serve. But she wanted more. She wanted to see Cassie truly submit to her, to give herself completely over to Jenna's will.
Jenna squirmed in delight knowing that a bright go getting student was now her Maid. No ambition just obedience . Jenna had made sure of that. The first week had seen Cassie breaking in. Jenna had never been so turned on by someone’s obedience. Each command, each act of submission had hardened Jenna’s nipples and sent shivers of pleasure down her spine. Jenna had taken Cassie to places she’d never dreamt of going, but Cassie had followed without hesitation.
Cassie had been used to learning. To absorbing knowledge and regurgitating it. She had never been taught to be a maid or a sexual servant. But Jenna had taught her. Jenna had bent her to her will and Cassie had bent.
Now, three weeks in, Cassie was a different person. She was stripped of her ambitions, her independence, her identity. She was a maid, a servant, a toy for Jenna to use and discard as she saw fit. And Cassie loved it. She craved it. She was addicted to it.
Cassie was in the kitchen, the scent of pancake batter filling the air. She was naked from the waist down, her skirt hiked up to her hips, her bare ass on display for Jenna as she cooked. Jenna had insisted Cassie learn to show off her body as much as possible. Of course, her feet were still Jenna's favourite body part to play with.
Cassie still felt immense shame whenever she was reduced to Jenna's sex toy, having to use her feet to pleasure her Mistress. She had begged to let her worship Jenna's pussy with her tongue, always being denied and told to use her feet instead.
Jenna entered the kitchen and sat at the table waiting for her Maid to finish cooking and present her breakfast to her. Jenna sat back and admired Cassie working. "You did an excellent job cleaning the Kitchen yesterday, Cassie." Jenna purred, her eyes roaming over Cassie's exposed ass, her fingers tapping against the tabletop. "But I can see that your maid's uniform is a bit...wrinkled. I think it's time for a new one, don't you?"
Cassie nodded, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She knew what was coming, but she didn't dare disobey. Not after what Jenna had done to her the last time she had displeased her. "Now, serve me my breakfast."
She finished plating up breakfast. 3 pancakes on one plate and a single pancake on another. She placed the plate with 3 delicious fluffy pancakes in front of Jenna and curtsied. "I hope they are to your liking Miss Jenna." Cassie said with a soft, timid voice.
Jenna smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction and lust as she surveyed the pancakes. "They look delicious, Cassie. Thank you."
Cassie nodded, her eyes downcast. "You're welcome, Miss Jenna. I'm glad they meet your approval."
Jenna picked up her fork and cut into one of the pancakes, her eyes never leaving Cassie's bowed head. "I'd like for you to join me."
Jenna pointed at the floor indicating Cassie should kneel and eat her lone pancake from a plate on the floor. Cassie sunk down sat on the floor as she tore pieces of pancake off with her hands and ate them daintily. The cold tile floor chilled her bare ass and pussy.
Jenna tucked into her breakfast. "Stretch your legs out Cassie. I'd like to look at your feet as I eat." Jenna demanded. Cassie obliged, spreading her legs wide, her feet looked supple and well cared for. Jenna had insisted Cassie take excellent care of them. Jenna's eyes roamed over Cassie's feet, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she took in the sight of her maid's naked feet.
"I'm afraid these pancakes were not sweet enough." Jenna announced as she finished the last bite. "You will be punished. Bring me my bag please." Cassie quickly scurried to where Jenna's bag was lying and brought it over. Jenna opened it and pulled out a small leather pouch and a pair of stainless-steel nipple clamps with a chain connecting them. She dangled them in front of Cassie's face, a wicked smile playing on her lips.
"What are those for, Miss Jenna?" Cassie asked, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and curiosity.
"These, my dear, are for my pleasure and your punishment.
You see, I informed you to make my pancakes sweet, and they weren't. So, I'm going to attach these little beauties to your nipples, and every time you move, every time you breathe, you'll feel a sharp pain. And I'll enjoy watching your tits jiggle with the clamps on. Now, stand up and turn around." Jenna's voice was low and menacing, sending shivers down Cassie's spine.
Cassie stood, her body trembling slightly. She turned to face Jenna, her eyes downcast.
"Please, Miss Jenna," Cassie pleaded, her voice barely a whisper. "I'm sorry. I'll do better next time, I promise."
Jenna's eyes flashed with amusement and cruelty. "I know you will, pet. But for now, you're going to pay for your mistake. Now, turn around and lift your tits out for me. I want a good view of your nipples."
Cassie hesitated for a moment before reaching behind her back and unfastening her maid's uniform. She slid the straps down her shoulders, letting the top fall to the floor, leaving her completely naked except for a maids cap.
"Tie your apron around your waist dear" Jenna scoffed. The tiny apron barely covered anything, Cassie's pussy was still on full display.
She tied it around her narrow waist, pulling the strings tight. Jenna admired her obedience, a small smirk playing on her lips. "Now, lets get these bells attached to your nipples."
Jenna said as she took the first clamp in her hand. She pinched Cassie's nipple hard, making her gasp in pain before she attached the clamp. Cassie cried out, her hands immediately going to her chest, trying to relieve the pressure.
"No, no, no. Hands behind your back, Cassie. You know the rules. You're not allowed to touch them until I say so." Jenna scolded, her voice firm and unyielding. Cassie quickly dropped her hands and clenched them into fists behind her back.
She bit her lip to stop from crying out as Jenna attached the second clamp to her other nipple. The sudden sting and pressure sent a burst of pain radiating through her chest. She could feel the blood rushing to her nipples, making them even more sensitive.
"Oh, fuck, that hurts!" Cassie gasped, her body trembling from the sudden influx of pain. "Good. You deserve it.
You need to be reminded why you're here, don't you?" Jenna sneered, her eyes gleaming with malice as she tightened the chain connecting the clamps, making Cassie's nipples ache even more.
"Please, Miss Jenna. I'm sorry. I promise I'll do better." Cassie whimpered, her voice barely audible through her gritted teeth.
Jenna laughed, a harsh and cruel sound. "Sorry isn't good enough, Cassie. You need to be punished. Now go clean up the kitchen and I want to hear those bells tinkling as you work." Jenna instructed.
Cassie nodded, her eyes downcast, her hands clutched behind her back. She began to clear away the breakfast dishes, her movements slow and deliberate as she tried to keep the nipple clamps from jostling too much.
With each step she took, she could feel the chain between the clamps tugging on her nipples, sending sharp jolts of pain radiating through her chest. She gritted her teeth, trying to hold back her cries, but they escaped as soft whimpers and gasps.
Jenna watched, a cruel smile playing on her lips as she sipped her coffee, enjoying the show.
"Please, Miss Jenna," Cassie begged, her voice a pained whisper. "Can I take these off now? They're hurting so much."
Jenna set down her cup, her eyes never leaving Cassie's. "Not yet, pet. Not until I say so. I want to hear those bells jingle as you serve me. They're a reminder of your failure, and you'll wear them until I decide otherwise."
Cassie nodded, her eyes filling with tears. She knew better than to argue.
"I'd like some more coffee. Make me a fresh cup." Jenna spoke harshly as she poured the remnants of her coffee onto the floor. "And clean that up." Jenna pointed to the spilled coffee, a cruel smirk playing on her lips. Cassie quickly knelt down, her bare ass sticking out as she wiped the floor with a cloth. The tinkling of the nipple clamps was the only sound in the room, apart from Cassie's soft whimpers.
Jenna watched, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure as she saw Cassie squirm and gasp with each movement. She loved seeing Cassie in pain, loved knowing that Cassie was suffering for her mistakes. She loved the control she had over Cassie, the power she wielded.
Cassie had bent to her will, a student on the fast track to success, now reduced to a naked, trembling maid, serving her every whim.
Jenna felt a thrill of anticipation as she watched Cassie clean up the spilled coffee. She could see the pain on Cassie's face, could hear the soft whimpers escaping her lips. But Jenna knew that Cassie would never dare to disobey her. Not after what Jenna had done to her.
"Where is my new cup of coffee? You really are slow." Jenna tutted as she leaned forward on the table.
"I said I wanted my coffee now. Not when the fucking sun sets." Jenna was getting impatient. She enjoyed seeing Cassie in pain but not at her own expense.
Cassie looked up from her task, her face flushed and tear-streaked. "I'm sorry, Miss Jenna. I'm doing my best." she whimpered. Her voice was tinged with despair and fatigue.
Jenna's eyes narrowed as she stood up from the table, her chair scraping loudly against the floor. She advanced towards Cassie, each step deliberate and menacing. "Your best isn't good enough, Cassie.
You're slow, clumsy, and you've disappointed me. Again." Jenna's voice was low and dangerous, her eyes never leaving Cassie. She towered over her, her presence commanding and intimidating.
Cassie's breath hitched as she looked up at Jenna, her eyes filled with tears. She knew what was coming, she could see it in Jenna's eyes. The cruelty, the lust, the darkness. "Face the wall, servant. Wait there on your knees, I will be back once dressed." Cassie nodded, her body trembling slightly as she turned to face the wall, her ass sticking out slightly, the nipple clamps jingling softly with each breath she took.
Jenna left the kitchen, her heart pounding with anticipation. She couldn't wait to see the look on Cassie's face when she returned. She loved the power she held over Cassie, loved seeing her squirm and beg for mercy. She loved the way Cassie's body responded to her touch, her commands. She loved the way Cassie's eyes filled with tears as she begged for release from the pain.
Jenna returned with yet another bag, "There is a lot of dusting for you to do today and i've bought you a new toy for you to use. Aren't I generous?" Jenna said as she placed a new box on the kitchen counter, her eyes shining with excitement. Cassie turned around, her back still pressed against the wall, her hands still clasped behind her back. She eyed the box warily, her heart pounding in her chest.
"What is it?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
Jenna smiled, a wicked curve of her lips. "Just a little something to make your chores more...interesting. Come here, slut."
Cassie hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering to the box and then back to Jenna.
"What is it, Miss Jenna?" she asked again, her voice trembling slightly.
Jenna laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down Cassie's spine. "Come here, Cassie. I want to see your face when you open it."
Cassie took a deep breath and slowly walked towards Jenna, her heart pounding in her chest. She stopped in front of her, her eyes downcast, her hands still clenched behind her back.
Jenna reached out and grabbed a handful of Cassie's hair, pulling her head back so that Cassie was forced to look up at her.
Cassie's eyes were wide with fear and anticipation as Jenna looked down at her, a cruel smile playing on her lips.
"You want to know what's in the box, don't you, slut?" Jenna asked, her voice low and menacing. Cassie nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. Because I'm going to show you. But first, I want you to tell me why you deserve this new toy." "I-I don't understand, Miss Jenna," she stammered.
"Why do I deserve...anything?"
Jenna smirked, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Because you're a useless, slow, and clumsy little maid. You can't even make a simple fucking pancake right. And yet, here you are, serving me. Begging for my approval. So, I'm going to give you a little something to make your chores more...interesting."
Jenna pushed Cassie to her knees, her grip on her hair tightening. Cassie cried out in pain, her eyes watering. Jenna ignored her, instead reaching into the box and pulling out a feather duster but one that had straps on it. "This is a custome device I thought you'd like." Jenna chuckled as Cassie looked in horror at the thing she assumed would be inserted into her ass.
It's a butt plug but with a feather duster on the end. You are going to prance around the house dusting everything you can with a feather duster sticking out of your ass. Jenna cackled.
"You look terrified, Cassie. Isn't that cute? Don't worry, this little toy won't hurt you... much. It's a unique design, isn't it? A feather duster butt plug. Don't you just love it?" Jenna teased, her voice dripping with malice as she ran the feather duster over Cassie's bare back, making her shiver.
Cassie's eyes widened in terror and disbelief. "No, Miss Jenna, please. I can't. I won't be able to... to clean like that." Cassie pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jenna threw her head back and laughed, a harsh, cruel sound that echoed through the kitchen. "Oh, Cassie, you'll do as you're told. You're my maid, my toy, my fucking slave. And you'll do whatever I say, whenever I say it. Understand?"
Cassie nodded, her eyes filled with tears. She knew there was no use arguing with Jenna. She had learned that the hard way.
The first time she had dared to defy Jenna, Jenna had made her clean the toilet with her tongue. The memory still made her cringe. She knew better than to refuse now. She just had to endure it.
"Alright, slut. Stick your ass out and bend over the counter. I want to see that tight little hole of yours." Jenna ordered, her voice dripping with lust.
Cassie hesitated for a moment, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and humiliation. She looked at Jenna, her eyes pleading for mercy. "Please, Jenna. I can't...
please, Miss Jenna. I can't..." Cassie pleaded, her voice barely a whimper.
"Can't what?" Jenna sneered, her eyes boring into Cassie's with a mix of cruelty and lust. "Can't take this fucking feather duster up your ass? Can't serve me properly? Can't obey my fucking orders?"
Cassie shook her head, tears streaming down her face, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. "I-I can't do this, Miss Jenna. Please, I beg you.
I can't-"
Jenna cut Cassie off with a harsh slap across the face, the sound echoing through the kitchen. "I don't give a fuck what you can or can't do, Cassie. You're mine to use and abuse, and I'll fucking do just that. Now, stick your ass out and bend over the counter. I want to see that tight little hole of yours taking this fucking feather duster."
Cassie whimpered, tears streaming down her face as she slowly turned around, her heart pounding in her chest. She bent over the counter, her ass sticking out, her body trembling with fear and humiliation.
Jenna ran her hands over Cassie's creamy white skin, marveling at its softness and smoothness. She could feel Cassie's heart racing beneath her touch, her body tensing with each caress.
"Such a beautiful ass," Jenna murmured, her voice filled with lust. She squeezed Cassie's cheeks, drawing a soft gasp from her lips. "And all mine to use as I see fit."
Jenna grabbed the lube from the counter and slammed it down beside Cassie. "Lube up your ass," she ordered.
"I want it nice and slippery for this toy." She slapped Cassie's ass hard, leaving a red handprint on her skin. "Get to it, slut."
Cassie trembled as she reached for the lube, her hands shaking as she squirted a generous amount onto her fingers. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the humiliation and pain as she began to push her finger into her tight asshole. She gasped, her body tensing as she tried to accommodate the intrusion.
"That's it, whore," Jenna purred, watching Cassie's face contort with discomfort.
"Get your tight little asshole ready for my toy. Push two fingers in. Show me how eager you are to please me."
Cassie bit her lip, her eyes screwed shut as she struggled to comply. She gritted her teeth and pushed a second finger into her ass, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her whole body was tense, her muscles clenching and unclenching as she tried to adjust to the intrusion.
"Fuck, that's hot," Jenna murmured, her eyes locked on Cassie's ass. She could see the muscles in her cheeks flexing as she moved her fingers in and out. "Now, spread those cheeks wider.
Cassie obeyed and the plug slid in easily. Cassie whole body flushed as the feather duster stuck out comically from her back passage.
It was as if the toy was a perverse tail, wagging as she moved. She could feel the weight of it inside her, the soft feathers brushing against her most intimate places.
Jenna, watching the scene unfold, felt a thrill of power and lust. "Fuck, you look pathetic," she taunted, slowly tracing her fingertips down Cassie's spine, making her shudder. "But I have to admit, it's a fucking turn-on."
Jenna walked around Cassie, admiring the view from all angles. She slapped Cassie's ass hard, making the feather duster jiggle.
"Now, get up and dust the living room. I want everything spotless." Jenna commanded, her eyes gleaming with lust and cruelty.
Cassie rose unsteadily to her feet, her body trembling from the invasion. She felt a burning sensation as the feather duster brushed against her skin, sending jolts of pleasure and pain through her. She took a deep breath and began to dust, her movements slow and deliberate as she tried to avoid bumping into things with the strange appendage protruding from her ass.
Jenna watched, a smirk playing on her lips as she enjoyed the show. The bells still attached to Cassie's nipples rang out every time she wiggled her ass over a surface. Cassie's face was one of abject humiliation.
The feather duster tickled her insides with each movement, sending shivers of pleasure and pain through her body. Jenna lounged on the sofa, her legs spread wide, watching Cassie's every movement.
"Come here, slut. I want to see your face while you dust me," Jenna ordered. Cassie hesitated for a moment, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She knew what Jenna wanted, but she still felt immense shame.
"Please, Miss Jenna," Cassie begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "May I have the nipple clamps off."
"After you have dusted my feet." Jenna's voice was stern, her eyes locked onto Cassie's. "Then you can have them off."
Cassie nodded, her chest heaving with each breath, her body trembling slightly as she knelt before Jenna, the feather duster sticking out of her ass brushing against her inner thighs. She took a deep breath and bent over, her hands reaching for Jenna's feet. She began to rub them gently, her skin soft against Jenna's. Jenna let out a low moan, her eyes never leaving Cassie's face.
"That's it, slut," Jenna murmured. "Rub them good. "Now turn around and wiggle that feather duster over them."
Jenna instructed, her voice low and husky. Cassie complied, her ass wiggling as she brushed the feathers over Jenna's feet. The sensation was exquisite, the soft feathers sending shivers up Jenna's spine.
"Fuck, that feels good." Jenna moaned, her eyes locked onto Cassie's ass as she moved. "But I want more.."
Cassie looked up at Jenna, her eyes wide with shock. "But... but you said...
you said I could take off the nipple clamps after I dusted your feet," Cassie stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. She looked at Jenna, confusion and fear in her eyes.
Jenna smirked, her eyes gleaming with cruelty and lust. "I lied, bitch. I want you to dust my pussy with that feather duster first. I want to feel those soft fucking feathers brush against my clit before you take those clamps off. Got it?"
Cassie's eyes widened in shock and disbelief. She hesitated for a moment, her body trembling with fear and humiliation.
She knew better than to refuse. Jenna was unpredictable, and her punishments were severe.
"Please, Miss Jenna," Cassie whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've never...I don't know how..."
Jenna's eyes narrowed, her voice cold and harsh. "Don't give me that shit, Cassie. You're my fucking maid, my toy, my goddamn slave. You'll do what I fucking say, when I fucking say it. And right now, I want you to dust my pussy with that fucking feather duster.
Use those soft fucking feathers to make me come, you pathetic little whore. Now, get to it." Jenna hissed, her eyes locked onto Cassie's, a cruel smile playing on her lips.
Cassie hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest, her body trembling with fear and humiliation. She looked at Jenna, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. This was new territory for her, even after all the degrading things Jenna had made her do. But she knew better than to argue. She slowly lowered herself to the floor, her knees trembling as she positioned herself between Jenna's legs.
With her ass pointed back at Jenna she looked over her shoulder with pained embarrassment on her face and began to wiggle her ass shaking the feather duster over Jenna's most intimate area.
Jenna watched, her eyes gleaming with lust and cruelty as the soft feathers brushed against her clit. She could feel the pleasure building inside her, a slow burn that was driving her wild.
"That's it, you little cunt. Wiggle that feather duster all over my pussy. Make me come, you pathetic little slut." Jenna purred, her voice thick with lust.
Cassie complied, her body trembling with each movement, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. She could feel the moist heat of Jenna’s pussy against the feathers, could smell the musky scent of her arousal. The bells attached to her nipples rang louder and louder as she tried her best to make Jenna cum.
As she wiggled, the feathers brushed against Jenna’s swollen clit, and Jenna let out a low moan.
“Fuck, that feels good,” Jenna groaned, spreading her legs wider to give Cassie better access. “Rub that fucking feather duster all over my cunt. Make me fucking come, you little slut.”
Cassie bit her lip, her eyes filled with tears of humiliation. Then she heard Jenna shriek in pleasure as an orgasm coursed through her.
Cassie could feel her own body responding to the sight and sound of Jenna's ecstasy, her pussy throbbing with a mix of humiliation and arousal. Jenna panted, her chest heaving as the aftershocks of her orgasm subsided. She looked down at Cassie, her eyes gleaming with lust and cruelty.
Cassie groaned as she heard Jenna's breathing calm and laughter broke from Jenna's mouth.
"Pleaaaase, Miss Jenna. May I cum too?" Cassie whimpered , her voice barely above a whisper. She stared at Jenna with tear-streaked cheeks, her body trembling with unfulfilled desire. Jenna laughed, a harsh sound that echoed through the room.
"You can cum, pet. But I'm not going to make it easy for you. First, take those fucking clamps off your tits. I'm sure they're sore as fuck by now." Jenna ordered, her eyes gleaming with cruelty and lust. Cassie quickly reached up and removed the clamps, hissing in pain as the blood rushed back into her tender nipples. She rubbed them gently, trying to ease the sting.
Jenna watched as Cassie's fingers worked over her nipples, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "Now, stand up and turn around," she commanded. Cassie obeyed, her body trembling slightly. "Take out your butt plug and put it over by the sink, you'll be cleaning that up later." Jenna instructed, her voice dripping with lust. Cassie complied, slowly extracting the toy from her ass, feeling the strange mix of relief and emptiness. She placed it carefully on the counter, her eyes downcast.
"I want to watch you get off by grinding yourself on your own heel." Jenna commanded. Cassie hesitated, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and humiliation. But she knew better than to disobey.
"Please, Miss Jenna..." Cassie begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've never... I don't know how..."
Jenna smirked, her eyes gleaming with cruelty and lust. "I said, get that fucking foot and grind against it. Rub that pussy against your heel until you cum all over it." Jenna gestured to Cassie's foot with a flick of her hand. "Now, do it. I want to see your tits bounce and your hips move.
I want to hear you whimper and moan as you use your own fucking foot to get off. Do it now, slut." Jenna's voice was firm, her eyes never leaving Cassie's.
Cassie hesitated for a moment, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. She had never done anything like this before. But she knew better than to argue with Jenna. She took a deep breath and turned around, her hands going to her breasts, caressing them gently before squeezing them firmly. She could feel her nipples hardening under her touch, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through her body.
"That's it, whore. Put on a show." Jenna's voice was thick with lust as she watched Cassie's hands roam over her own body. "I want to see you touch yourself." Cassie bit her lip, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and humiliation. She knew better than to disobey Jenna's commands. She took a deep breath and began to explore her own body, her fingers tracing the curve of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips. She let out a soft moan as her fingers brushed against her sensitive nipples, making them harden even more. She pinched them gently, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.
All the while her pelvis rocked back and forth on the heel of her own foot.
The sensation was strange and electrifying. The roughness of the fabric against her pussy lips sent shivers up her spine. She could feel the friction building with each movement, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Come on, slut. Show me how much you want it." Jenna encouraged, her eyes locked onto Cassie's body, her fingers dipping into her own pussy, stroking herself as she watched. "Let me hear you whimper and moan. Let me see how bad you want to cum."
Cassie's lips parted and she let out a soft whimper, her body moving faster and harder against her heel.
She could feel the friction, the heat, the pleasure building inside her. Her hands found her nipples again, twisting and pinching them, drawing out another moan from deep within her.
"Yes, that's it, you little slut," Jenna hissed, her voice thick with lust and desire. "I want to see you fucking yourself on your own damn foot. I want to see your tits bouncing, your hips moving like a fucking whore."
Cassie's body was on fire, her skin flushed and slick with sweat. "Ughhh.....I'm cumming!" She shrieked and bucked as she squirted over her foot.
Her body trembled and convulsed as the orgasm ripped through her. She gasped for breath, her chest heaving, her body covered in a sheen of sweat.
Jenna watched, her eyes wide with lust and awe as she saw Cassie cum so hard and so messily. She could see the evidence of Cassie's pleasure all over her foot and the floor beneath her. She couldn't believe how fucking hot it was to watch Cassie pleasure herself like that.
Cassie's body slowly began to relax, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to catch her breath.
She looked down at her foot, her eyes wide with shock and embarrassment at the sight of her own cum all over it. She quickly tried to wipe it off with her hand, her cheeks flushing with humiliation.
Jenna laughed, a harsh and cruel sound that echoed through the room. "What the fuck are you doing, Cassie? Don't you fucking dare clean that up." Jenna ordered, her voice firm and unyielding. Cassie froze, her hand still on her cum-covered foot, her eyes wide with surprise and confusion.
"But...but Miss Jenna, it's all over my foot. I don't want to...." Cassie paused and looked up at Jenna with a shamed look on her face. "I don't want to trek my squirt through your beautiful home" Cassie's voice was soft and timid. She felt humiliated and dirty.
Jenna's eyes flashed with pure malice, her smile widening into a wicked grin. "Oh, you sweet little slut. I would never let you do that. You are going to lick it all up. Every last drop." Jenna's words sent a shiver of revulsion and arousal through Cassie's body. She knew better than to disobey. She leaned down and began to lap at her own cum, her tongue swirling over her foot, tasting herself a mix of cum and sweat.
It's a good thing you can stretch like that Cassie. You're like a little kitten cleaning itself. Meow for me Cassie." Jenna clapped her hands together like she was training a cat. Cassie hesitated for a moment, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Please, Miss Jenna." She begged, her voice barely a whisper. "I can't...not like that."
Jenna's face darkened, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "You'll do it, or I'll put those fucking clamps back on your tits. And trust me, you don't want that." Jenna took a step closer to Cassie, her voice low and threatening. "Now, meow for me,.
Show me how eager you are to clean up your own fucking mess." Jenna growled, her eyes locked onto Cassie's, daring her to defy her.
Cassie's breath hitched in her throat, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She knew Jenna wouldn't hesitate to make good on her threat, and the thought of those clamps going back on her nipples sent a wave of dread through her. But she also knew that Jenna would push her further, that this was only the beginning of her humiliation.
Taking a deep breath, Cassie opened her mouth and let out a soft, hesitant mew.
Jenna's face split into a cruel smile, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "Good girl," she purred, her voice thick with lust. "Now, show me how hungry you are for it. Lick it all up, you filthy little slut."
Cassie's cheeks burned with humiliation as she lowered her head and began to lick her cum-soaked foot. She could taste herself, the salty, tangy flavor of her own arousal filling her mouth. She swirled her tongue over the sole of her foot, making sure to get every last drop.
She felt like a fucking animal, reduced to licking up her own cum like a cat. She told herself over and over that this was just a game, a role she was playing. But the humiliation was real, and it burned like a fire in her chest.
Jenna watched, her hands stroking her own body, her eyes never leaving Cassie. "That's it, whore," she hissed, her voice thick with lust. "Lick it all up.
"Keep meowing as you lick your fingers clean." Jenna ordered, her eyes locked onto Cassie's every movement. She knew Jenna wanted her to debase herself further, to humiliate herself for Jenna's pleasure. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth, letting out a soft mewl before she began to suck her fingers clean, her eyes locked onto Jenna's.
Jenna groaned, her eyes never leaving Cassie's as she watched her lick and suck her own cum from her fingers. She could see the humiliation and degradation in Cassie's eyes, and it drove her fucking wild.
"Now I have a new uniform for you Cassie. Isn't that nice? You'll wear it instead of the old one."
Jenna reached behind the sofa and pulled out a plastic bag and tossed it at Cassie.
Cassie looked in at the bags contents. "Oh another french maid outfit. THank you Miss Jenna."
Jenna clapped in delight. "But this one has...." Cassie pulled out the maid cap to complete the ensemble. Her face went bright red. "Yes! The cap has cat ears sticking out of it." Jenna said with a smirk. "And a little tag that says 'Property of Mistress Jenna'."
Cassie's eyes widened in horror. "You're fucking kidding me, right? You can't be serious." "Oh, but I am. You're my pet, my whore, my fucking slave. And you'll wear this outfit with pride, you little cunt. Or do I need to remind you what happens when you disobey?"
Cassie looked down, her cheeks flushing with humiliation. She knew better than to argue with Jenna. SHe shook her head and quickly put the collar round her neck and the cat ears on her head.
She turned to Jenna with the look of pleading in her eyes.
"Please, Miss Jenna…" Cassie pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. Jenna shook her head and smiled. She walked over to Cassie and caressed her cheek.
"You look adorable, Cassie. Now, let's see how well you can clean with those paws of yours."
Cassie nodded and began to clean the floor with her tongue. Jenna watched her, her eyes gleaming with lust and cruelty. "That's it, pet. Clean every fucking inch of this floor with your tongue.
Don't miss a single spot." Jenna's command was harsh, her voice laced with cruelty and lust as she watched Cassie on her hands and knees, her pussy and ass on display, the new maid's uniform clinging to her curves.
Cassie nodded, her eyes downcast, her cheeks flushed with humiliation. She had never been asked to do something so degrading, so filthy, but she knew better than to argue with Jenna. She stuck out her tongue and began to lick the floor, her tongue swirling over the tiles, her saliva leaving streaks of moisture behind.
Jenna watched, her breath hitching as she took in the sight of Cassie on her hands and knees, her ass in the air, her pussy lips peeking out from between her thighs. She could see Cassie's nipples, hard and pointed, straining against the fabric of her maid's uniform. She loved the sight of Cassie's body, the way her skin flushed with humiliation and arousal, the way her hips swayed as she moved.
"Fuck, you look like a goddamn animal," Jenna murmured, her voice thick with lust. "A dirty little pet licking up my mess.
Just look at you, little kitten." Jenna purred, her voice a low growl. She ran a hand through Cassie's hair, her fingers tangling in the blonde locks. "You're a fucking natural at this, aren't you?"
Cassie mewled in response, her tongue continuing to lap at the floor, her body wiggling slightly with each movement. She felt a strange mix of humiliation and arousal coursing through her veins. The taste of her own cum was still lingering on her tongue, and it sent shivers down her spine.
"Stop right there. Stay on all fours." Cassie stopped in front of the sofa. Jenna sat down and draped her feet across Cassie's back. "Stay like that please, Maid. I want to read for a while." Jenna ordered as she settled back into the sofa. She unfolded her newspaper and began to leaf through the pages, her eyes scanning the headlines.
Cassie remained in position, her back arched, her ass in the air, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. She could feel Jenna's feet pressed against her back, the warmth of her skin seeping through the fabric of Cassie's uniform. She felt like a piece of furniture, a human ottoman for Jenna to rest her feet on. But she knew better than to move, to complain, to do anything other than exactly what Jenna told her to do.
She was Jenna's pet, her toy, her fucking slave. And she would do whatever Jenna asked of her, no matter how degrading, how humiliating, how fucking filthy.
Jenna leaned back into the sofa, her eyes scanning the paper, her feet pressed against Cassie's back. She could feel the heat radiating from Cassie's body, could feel the softness of her skin through the thin fabric of her new uniform. She smirked to herself, a wicked glint in her eye as she thought about how much she loved having Cassie under her control, under her thumb.