After our initial night together, Sam and I continued hooking up. We complemented each other, both sexually and otherwise, and it wasn't long until we were less than casual. I spent our nights apart thinking of the devious things she would do to me and anxiously awaited our next rendezvous. Tonight, Sam had instructed me to wear a slutty maid's uniform under a coat with a pair of outrageously tall heels to her place. She picked the outfit out for me, and it barely covered anything...even managing to give me cleavage, a difficult feat for my small breasts. Buzzing up to her apartment I hoped she'd let me in quickly as my coat was the only thing protecting me from indecency.
My phone buzzed in my coat pocket with a text from Sam, "Take off your coat." I gasped quietly at the request, the flames of my arousal beginning to burn imagining debasing myself in such a revealing outfit. Hesitantly I looked around me, but the quiet street was empty. I quickly shed my coat and urgently buzzed again trying to get inside as quickly as possible. Sam finally unlocked the door, and I ran inside up the three flights of stairs to her apartment. With my stilettos it was quite a work-out especially while I frantically checked my surroundings to make sure no one saw me.
Finally I made it to her unlocked door. Inside, Sam waited for me leaning against the back of her couch holding a glass of bourbon. I looked at her with desire boiling in my veins after such an embarrassing and exhilarating experience. She looked great, wearing a white tank-top and wide fit pants standing barefoot on the hardwood floors. She looked happy to see me and a little amused watching how much her little game had turned me on. "Hello Alex it's good to see you, especially as I instructed. How was the trip over here?" she asked with a husky voice and knowing smirk.
"I-It was good mistress. I felt so exposed, and it was so windy I was afraid the coat would blow open, but I came as quickly as possible." I blushed at the double entendre.
She smirked and responded, "Very good pet. You may kneel now." I immediately dropped to my knees at the door and fell into my role, looking up at my mistress through hooded eyelashes concealing my desire. "Crawl to me." I dropped to my hands and knees and began crawling towards her. Part of me was humiliated at how a simple command compelled me to debase myself. The soft flesh between my legs was completely exposed and a gentle draft reminded me of the wetness that resided there. I finally made it to Sam feeling as if the anticipation of her touch would overwhelm me. Bringing my head to her feet, she instructed me to kneel once again. I lifted my body, so my head was just above her waist and looked up at her. She was holding a black leather strap in her hand which I quickly understood to be a collar as she attached it to my neck, just tight enough to be ever noticeable. Now collared and completely at my mistress's mercy sitting in a slutty servant's costume next to her fully clothed form, my imagination ran wild as I fantasized what would come next. "I have a fantastic night planned for us this evening, pet. Knowing you, you'll be very happy with the debauchery that's about to ensue, since you're a dirty little slut." With that she grabbed a fistful of my hair and started dragging me around to the couch. I stumbled and tried to crawl to her pace, but her hold on to my hair would not be relinquished, and I fell more than a few times.
We made it to the front of the couch where Sam sat while pushing my head down indicating I was to remain on the floor by her feet. She jerked my head up to look at her, looking at me with her piercing eyes and asked, "What are you?"
I swallowed feeling a shiver run through me and responded, "I'm your pet, mistress."
She responded, "Yes, you are my pet. I own you. And whatever I tell you to do, you will carry out without hesitation. Correct?"
Feeling excited and nervous about what the night had in store for me, I responded unquestioningly, "Yes mistress!"
She smiled, pet my head, and told me, "Good girl" then promptly pushed my head to the floor. "Kiss my feet slut. Make sure to be enthusiastic." I immediately moved toward her lifted, bare foot and gently kissed each of her toes while looking up at my cruel mistress. She looked back expectantly, waiting for me to continue. Hesitantly, I took her big toe into my mouth and began licking and sucking in earnest. Degraded by such a demeaning task I became increasingly wet. I continued my ministrations with more enthusiasm, taking more and more toes into my mouth to please mistress. Suddenly she moved her foot deeper into my mouth, nearly choking me. As I coughed, she used her other foot to push my head deeper around her foot forcing me to deep throat her. I felt like a used plaything as she kept pressure on the back of my head, leaving me with no room to move or back away. Finally, she released my head and her foot from my mouth as I began spluttering trying to regain my breath. "Did I say you could stop pet?" she inquired commandingly.
I responded frantically, "I'm sorry Mistress!" and immediately put my head back down to kiss her other foot. The aggressiveness had me hotter than ever and I began relishing in my task and the humiliation I felt. She allowed me to continue worshipping at her feet before kicking my face away sending me sprawling across the floor. She stood and walked to her cabinet of toys across the room. Returning, she revealed a pair of nipple clamps, a ring gag, and a small vibrating egg. I grew nervous and excited, my pussy close to dripping. She commanded me to open my mouth and attached the ring gag which forced my mouth open even wider than I thought possible. With my tongue hanging out of my mouth I new it was a matter of time before I was drooling all over myself. The image of me covered in drool sent shivers down my spine, feeling humiliated already. While contemplating my situation, Sam roughly pulled the top of my costume below my breasts and moved to attach the alligator clamps to my pierced nipples. There was a chain attached to each clamp which she tethered to the index finger on both of my hands, just short enough to pull at the clamps while on all fours. The initial pain of the clamps was intense, especially with the additional force pulling them from my body. I was already panting from the pain and with my mouth stuck open, drool began pooling. Sam, ignoring my plight, moved behind me to stick the vibrating egg inside my well lubricated vagina. She turned up the vibrations and I moaned loudly. The combination of pain and pleasure began overwhelming me. I already felt close to losing my mind with desire and was moaning constantly, begging for more, or less, or anything that would send me over the edge. She returned to stand in front of me. Drool dripping out the corner of my mouth I looked up at my mistress with begging eyes and lowered my chest towards my hands to relieve some of the pressure on my nipples.
"Alright slut, follow me to your next task. Keep up." She stood up and began walking towards the bathroom as I forced my jumbled legs to crawl quickly after her with each step pulling my nipples harder. We made it to a doorway, and I looked up curiously but ready to comply with any demand. She looked into my eyes with mischief and desire as she told me I was to clean her bathroom. I was curious as to how I would manage to do anything while in my predicament. Sam kicked my ass to force me into the room. It was small with just a sink, standing shower, and a toilet with cleaning supplies under the sink. I was being forced to clean her bathroom with my mouth ajar, pussy vibrating and nipples in agony and dripping with humiliation. I continued to look up at her waiting for any other instructions or clarification. "Get to work, any hesitation will result in punishment, as you know." I scrambled to grab cleaner for the sink my mind a flurry of fantasies and excitement thinking about what punishment she might exact.
As I began to scrub the sink, my nipples tugged at each movement and my mind raced with the possibilities of failure and its consequences. The vibrator buzzing inside me kept me at the brink of an orgasm without any relief. My clit burned for stimulation, and I moved more quickly hoping for a reward if I finished my task quickly. With my mouth still gagged, I continued drooling all over myself and the freshly cleaned portions of Sam's bathroom, so I had to keep going over spots I had already cleaned to remove my spit. Moving to the shower my legs were shaking, and my nipples were throbbing. As I dropped to my knees I continued to scrub. Never before had I been so turned on doing such menial household chores. Before, I had fantasized about being forced to be a servant: doing chores, making dinner, anything else my mistress demanded of me while being sexually tortured. A scenario that was coming true in front of my eyes.
Suddenly, Sam returned as I was cleaning her shower floor. "How are you doing my pet?" She inquired while inspecting my work thus far. "It looks like you're dripping quite a bit, all over the floor. I'm not sure you understand how important it is that you do a good job." My look in response was a mix of confusion and defiance. I wondered what she would do to me and almost welcomed it. In a state of desperation and desire I wanted anything she would do to me, be it punishment or pleasure. Whatever would get me closer to my goal of release. She calculatedly looked at me, deciding how to continue. In a flash she held be up by the back of my collar choking me. "Perhaps I need to show you what will happen if you continue being an insolent slut." She dragged me, still holding my collar, to the toilet. My eyes widened as she pushed my head, mouth still gagged, into the toilet stopping just before my face hit the water. I stiffened, expecting the worst. She held me there for what felt like eternity but was probably less than a minute and jerked me back up. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath, still shocked.
Mistress released me and I crumpled to the ground. I looked up at her with fear, anticipation, and hidden zeal. The threat terrified me, but I could not deny the threads of desire running through me especially as the vibrating egg still pulsed inside me. I moved to beg, my words muffled by the gag with desperation written clearly on my face and body. She regarded me, "I trust I've made myself clear?". I nodded frantically, diving for her feet to prove my acquiescence and subservience. "What are you waiting for then?" she asked while kicking me away. I looked up at her from hooded lashes and scurried to the shower continuing to scrub while pulling my agonized nipples at every stroke.
