I remain on my knees, exhausted, watching my beautiful goddess of a Mistress sleeping. She looks so wonderfully content, and it makes me feel proud to have served her so well earlier. Her large chest heaves with each breath, and I swear I can see a slight smile on her face. I wonder if she's dreaming, and of what?
An hour or so passes, when suddenly Mistress' eyes flutter open. She looks down at me, still kneeling by her side.
"Good boy, slave," she states. "It pleases me to see you waiting by my side, ready to serve my every whim if needed."
"Thank you Mistress, it is a pleasure to serve," I reply.
Mistress stretches and rises from the bed, her voluptuous body jiggling slightly as she moves. I look on with awe and admiration as she heads over to the bathroom door.
"Come," she demands. "I need to take a shower and make myself presentable for dinner."
I nod, and crawl into the bathroom behind her. I turn on the shower, and test the water temperature to make sure it is to Mistress' liking. I then take her hand, and escort her into the elegant shower stall, kneeling before her as the water begins to wash over her.
The water running down Mistress' curvaceous form renders her even more beautiful. I am stunned, and look up in awe. I did not think it were possible for her to look even more heavenly, but clear I was quite wrong. I shiver slightly, as the tile on the shower stall floor is cold and Mistress' large body blocks the water from reaching me entirely.
"Slave, are you simply going to watch, or are you going to get me nice and clean?" Mistress asks, a hint of frustration in her voice.
"Sorry Mistress, right away!" I reply, snapping out of my daze of admiration.
I grab a nearby washcloth, apply some soap, and begin to wash Mistress' feet. I feel so honored being able to serve her like this, nothing makes me happier. I rise up, cleaning her lovely legs and ample thighs. I reach her waist, and lift her stomach in order to clean her thoroughly. It amazes me just how much of Mistress' wonderful body there is, and that I am the one privileged enough to worship her divine form.
Mistress smiles, clearly pleased at my worship and attention to her body. I grab some shampoo, and begin to wash her beautiful hair, making sure to massage her head in the process. She smells heavenly, and I begin to daydream about how lucky I truly am. Suddenly, I'm snapped back into reality by Mistress' voice.
"Drop to your knees in front of me," she quickly states. "I need to relieve myself, and I would prefer not to step out into the cold bathroom soaking wet to do so."
I quickly obey, not wanting to disappoint Mistress. I look up at her towering over me. Her stomach is so large that I cannot see her face, and it makes me realize just how little I am in her presence. She grabs me by the back of the head, and guides my face to her crotch. Her belly presses over my head, and the combination of that and her hand keeps me well locked in place.
"Open!" she commands, and I comply.
I'm now completely enveloped by Mistress' body. Her thighs are pressed tight against my ears, and her stomach rests on top of my head, while my mouth is flush with her vagina. I can faintly hear the shower, it sounds almost distant. I struggle to breathe, but what little air I do take in carries Mistress' heavenly scent. I'm somewhat nervous, and part of me wants to pull away, as I've never served in this capacity before. However, I know what I have to do, and I trust Mistress knows what is best for me.
Before I can spend much more time thinking, I feel Mistress' clench slightly, and a rush of hot water enters my mouth. The taste is different than I'd ever expect, a mix of bitterness and a slight hint of something sweet. My mouth quickly fills, as the stream is surprisingly forceful. Before long, I have to swallow.
The first gulp is the hardest. A mix of apprehension and embarrassment in being used this way contributes to some the difficulty, and the sheer volume the rest. I barely manage to avoid choking, and feel a sense of pride. This pride is short-lived however, as my mouth quickly fills up again. I swallow a total of 7 times before Mistress finally appears to be empty. I quickly lick her delicious pussy clean, savoring the taste as it washes out the somewhat bitter flavor I recently endured.
Mistress' thighs release their grip on my head, and I lean back, catching my breath. Mistress smiles down at me.
"You did very well for your first time, I'm proud," she begins. "I'm very glad I chose you to come on this cruise with me. Now, clean yourself up."
I quickly and thoroughly clean myself, as I am Mistress' property and don't want to reflect poorly on her in public later. I step out of the stall alongside Mistress, and thoroughly dry her first before taking care of myself. We exit the bathroom, and before she can command me, I begin to dress her.
I find a beautiful summer dress, a push-up bra, and a nice pair of lacy underwear. I relish dressing Mistress' up, taking in her intense beauty while doing so. I go to dress myself, but Mistress quickly stops me.
"Hold on, slave. I have one addition to your wardrobe," she says.
Mistress walks over to a drawer, grabs a small butt plug, lubes it up slightly, and has me slide it into my ass. I put my panties on over it, making sure it stays in place.
"This will serve as a constant reminder of who you are and the nature of our relationship while we eat tonight," she states. "Be very careful not to let it slip out."
I nod, and finish dressing myself, and escort Mistress to dinner in the main dining room. The hallway is more crowded now, and with each step I can feel the plug inside of me. It both makes me aroused and anxious, and my deprived cock continues to tug at its prison, aching more and more with each passing minute. We finally reach the dining room, we are escorted by a well-dressed gentleman to a nearby table. I take a seat next to Mistress, after I am sure she is comfortably settled in her chair.
Mistress pours over the ornate menu in front of her, selecting our meals and as glass of wine for herself. While I am her slave, she seems to care greatly for my well-being and nutrition, and would not be interested in seeing me go hungry for the evening. The waiter comes and takes our order, diligently writing down each of Mistress' assertive, but polite, requests. When he leaves, we chat idly about the afternoon and how wonderful the cruise is.
The waiter returns with our food, and Mistress' wine, and we have a wonderful dinner together, and to any outside observer, we likely appear to be a normal couple. Well, any observer sans one. I notice Jim across the room, and he smiles at me slyly. I shudder, a mix of embarrassment and fondness washing over me as I remember my afternoon with him and Mistress.
When Mistress' has eaten her fill, I tip the waiter and escort her back to our room. We walk considerably more slowly, our stomachs both quite full from the delicious meal we had together. My ass is starting to ache somewhat, and I'm relieved when we finally reach our door. I open it for Mistress, and follow her in.
I drop to my knees, remove Mistress' shoes, and kiss her feet. She smiles down at me.
"What a delightful meal that was," she states, happily. "I am very glad to have shared it with you."
"Thank you Mistress," I reply.
"I think I need to sit down and take some time to relax and digest," she continues.
Mistress motions to the chair, and nods. According to protocol we discussed prior to the trip, I crawl over to the chair first, and sit on the floor with my back against it. I lean my head back, offering my face as her throne.
Mistress, being the goddess that she is, accepts. She lifts her dress, and graciously sits down on my face. She is quite heavy, and from this position I bear quite a large portion of her weight. She allows her large ass to spread lightly, giving me some room to breathe. I can smell the wonderful sweaty scent of Mistress' ass now, but with her underwear still in the way, I'm kept from this paradise. I can almost feel her smile, knowing that she tortures me like this on purpose.
My cock strains against the cage, but no amount of arousal will change the fact that it's not getting erect any time soon. Mistress notices my struggle, and reaches down and plays with it in a tantalizing fashion.
