My eyes slowly open, and I take a look around. It's early, barely 6am, and the mid-sized cabin aboard the cruise ship is slowly filling with light. I'm on the foot of a small bed, and an amazing woman, my Mistress, lies beneath the covers. She's a very large woman, nearly 350 lbs at only 5'5", clearly a fan of life's pleasures, and she's been generous enough to allow me to be her servant on this cruise.
My build is very different from Mistress'. I'm 5'10" with a slender frame. Compared to her, I am weak and small. I sneak out of the bed quietly, not wanting to wake her just yet. My tiny chastity cage jingles as I move, but she appears to be sound asleep still. I throw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and quietly step into the hall of the cruise ship. The ship is still quiet as I make my way to one of the restaurants to grab some breakfast to bring back to the room. The restaurant is nearly empty, but the breakfast buffet is fortunately ready. I grab a tray, and an assortment of food, and quickly bring it back to our room.
I slip back into the room, remove my clothing, and place the tray on a stand next to the bed. Mistress is fortunately still sound asleep, so I will be able to begin her daily required wakeup routine without issue. With the food set aside, I crawl beneath the blankets at the foot of the bed. I carefully and slowly part Mistress' large thighs. Fortunately, she's opted to sleep in the nude, making my morning duties relatively easy today. I can feel the heat of her body and the cadence of her breath as I slide between her ample legs. After seemingly forever, I reach my goal, and begin to do my job.
Mistress is somewhat sweaty after a long night under the warm covers, but it's not my job to complain. I stick out my tongue, and gently begin licking her divine pussy clean. I can taste and smell a mix of her sweet flavor and sweat, and it spurs me to serve her well. I flatten my tongue, and run it along her ample lips, and begin to slide it in between them. The inside of her pussy is warm and sweet, and her scent fills my nostrils. I lap it up hungrily, and as I work my way into her, making sure she's thoroughly cleaned, I feel her stir.
"Good morning, slave," she speaks, sleepily. "I'm glad you've remembered your morning duties."
I opt not to reply, and instead continue my task. Mistress leans over and begins to consume her breakfast. I can hear and feel her eating, and my stomach rumbles jealously. I strive to ignore it, and continue to lap at her wondrous pussy to keep my mind off of it. My tongue begins to work her clit, and she moans slightly.
"The food you've brought is ample, slave, but I'll expect more next time," she says. "For now, on to your next task."
Without further word or explanation, she leans back and lifts her thighs over my shoulders while continuing to enjoy her breakfast. With the weight of her large thighs on my small frame, I'm powerless to do anything but be forced downwards into her very large ass. She applies some pressure, forcing me between her cheeks. I reach my hands down and spread them further, giving myself some room to breathe.
Her aroma is extremely potent. The combination of sweat from the evening and her natural scent fills me, and it's almost intoxicating in a way. I know Mistress won't let me out of this position until she's satisfied, so I have no choice other than to get cleaning. I run my tongue along her smooth cheeks, making sure to clean every inch. My eyes water a bit, partially from the strength of her aroma, and partially from how difficult it is to breathe forced into her ass like this. I struggle briefly, and Mistress laughs between bites.
"You're not going anywhere until you're done," she says, pressing harder now.
Not wanting to disappoint her, I move my tongue over to her asshole, and begin to lick. I swirl around the sweet pink hole, feeling it pulse with her every breath. I can barely see or breathe at this point; my whole world is my Mistress' divine ass, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I press my tongue against her asshole, and it slides in with little effort. Mistress moans again, this time much louder than before. The taste of her sweet juices fills my mouth as her asshole grips my tongue. I continue swirling it around inside of her asshole, lapping up her sweat and juices. She moans again, and takes a deep contented breath.
Shortly afterwards, she releases me. I rise up from the blankets, gasping for breath. Mistress smiles at me, clearly pleased, and rolls out of bed. She excuses herself to the restroom for a quick shower, leaving me the scraps of her breakfast. I quickly, and hungrily, eat before she returns.
Mistress steps out of the bathroom after her shower, her wonderful body glistening. I stop eating to admire her incredible beauty and poise. Her massive body dwarfs mine completely, her breasts and curves seem endless and out of this world. I drop to my knees out of habit, and kiss her feet. She smiles, and looks down at me.
"Thank you for doing such a good job waking me up this morning, slave. You're better than any alarm clock," she says, genuinely pleased. "I want you to fetch my two-piece bathing suit, and dress me. No showering for you today, I want you to wear my scent on you for the rest of the day, to remind you of me and your place beneath me."
"Yes, Mistress," I reply quickly.
I crawl over to the drawer, and remove a large bikini top and bottom. Mistress sits on the bed, and I get the honor of sliding the bottom over her sumptuous legs and large ass. I thank her for the privilege, and begin placing the top on her as well. Her breasts are large and wonderfully soft, and they look beautiful in the bikini top.
With Mistress dressed, I hurry over to the drawer and get my outfit. I put on a pair of thin, lacy red panties first. Mistress requires me to wear feminine underwear in public, as she enjoys me having a continuous secret reminder of my place in our relationship. I slide on a pair of shorts and a fresh shirt, and open the door for Mistress. On the way out, I grab a small earpiece and put it on, so Mistress can command me remotely as needed. I then follow behind her, into the now-busy hall.
"I feel like relaxing by the pool today, and you'll of course be my servant," Mistress states. "I'll be on the lookout for a new friend or two for this evening as well, so be on your best behavior."
I nod, and follow her out into the pool area. I quickly locate a suitable chair for Mistress, and make sure it's clean for her. I help her sit down and relax, and begin applying sunblock. Her voluptuous body is a pleasure to touch, and I feel honored and privileged to the one to serve her. Once I'm satisfied that her milky-white skin is protected, I take a seat behind her, massaging her shoulders while she relaxes.
Suddenly, she snaps her fingers.
"Fetch me a drink, would you?" she says, and air of command in her voice.
I quickly scurry to the bar, not wanting to delay. Unfortunately, it's packed. I lean over to try to get the bartender's attention, and my underwear slips above my shorts a bit. I turn bright red, and quickly pull down my shirt to try to hide it. I hear someone giggle behind me. I turn around and don't see anyone, hoping it was just a coincidence.
"What are you doing? Where's my drink?" an irritated voice rings clearly through on the earpiece.
