So yeah, Miss spent some time last night on cuddles and kissing, as well as us worshipping her, while she comforted us about the day before. She assured us that the only drugs she had used were some roofies; there were no cannulas or injections, and sure enough we have no marks. I can’t tell you how relieved I am about it all, though I still feel rather violated. I guess we’ll have to see if anything of a medical or rape kink develops.
As she fingered me awake this morning she was browsing her phone with the other hand, paying me no attention at all. Even after I came, she just moved her hand to jerk off the boy, and then continued to sit there and laugh about whatever she was looking at. She got up and left, our boxes just sitting on the floor by the door.
Unsure what to do, we both sat confused for a while before moving to open them. Disappointingly they both just contained a new list of chores, starting with serving breakfast. Hardly seemed like a gift at all; though as a service slut it still got me excited, so I suppose it counts as one after all.
Through breakfast Miss didn’t even acknowledge us, and after got straight up and went to relax on the sofa. I’ve never been so blatantly used as a domestic service slave, but I can’t deny enjoying it quite a lot. My pussy was wet, and twitched pleasurably as I idly thought about the way Miss ignored us. Who would have thought that being treated like that would excite me?
After clearing up from breakfast my first task was to thoroughly clean the kitchen. The boy left to begin his list, and I started with the table and chairs. My back was to the door as I leaned over the table to wipe it, and suddenly I felt fingers slide easily inside me. I gasped, looking back and saw Miss still looking at her phone. She didn’t even stop walking or look at me, just pulled her fingers out again and walked to the sink to run a glass of water. With the glass to her lips, she stepped back and continued fingering me while drinking, then left the empty glass on the table and walked out again.
Fuck that drove me wild, just being an absent-minded afterthought of a plaything for her; and the way she just left the glass on the table beside my body. Hell yes! I was panting as I moved it to the sink and continued cleaning the table. My pussy was aching with desire the whole time, and I had to resist the urge to stop and pleasure myself.
I was busy cleaning the fridge, crouched down to wipe out the very bottom, when Miss returned. As she perused the food on the top shelves, she pushed my face into her crotch. I licked her warm pussy eagerly, though she didn’t respond in any way. She picked up some items and walked over to the counter and began making a sandwich. I moved to keep cleaning when she snapped, “did I let you stop?”.
“Sorry Miss” I said, looking up and crawling over to her. She wasn’t even looking at me, and didn’t move at all. Getting my face back between her legs was tricky, but I managed to squeeze up against the cabinets and keep licking; despite her apparent lack of enthusiasm. I can’t believe how much being ignored and still used has excited me. As she walked out of the kitchen she wasn’t careful to avoid me, just turned and walked with me crawling after her. She lounged on the sofa and began to eat, switching TV channels as I got back between her legs and carried on. The only sign of any enjoyment was the fact I could taste her more and more keenly, her juices flowing more and more; and mine along with her.
She finished her sandwich and held out the plate towards me. “Go” was all she said, watching the TV. I took it from her and went straight back to the kitchen, my heart thumping with excitement I would never have expected. Holy fuck I was horny.
After finishing the fridge I started working through the various items which couldn’t be put through the dishwasher. Miss walked up behind me, one hand moving to play with my nipple, the other holding her phone out for me to see.
“I thought you’d like this” she giggled, pressing play on a video. It was just a cat video – one of the ones where they’re scared of cucumbers. She laughed at each silly animal, while continuing to tease and pinch my nipple; the juxtaposition of “normal” with intimate being an insanely horny thing for me. She went through three or four different videos, though I struggled to really watch. Then just as casually as she started she left again.
I had to lean against the sink edge and pant, recovering some composure before I continued. Juices from my pussy dribbling down my thighs.
The final job in the kitchen, just before lunch, was to clean the floor. On hands and knees, but with a hand brush this time rather than the gag, I began to scrub. Yet again without warning I felt Miss’ hands on my hips and then her strapon pushing into my drenched pussy. I stopped scrubbing so I could support myself, and she spanked my ass; “keep going!” she barked.
It was incredibly difficult, but I managed to at least keep moving the brush around a little as she gleefully fucked me. I say gleefully, but she still made no noises to suggest she was enjoying it at all – apparently using me just for the sake of it. So damn hot I couldn’t take it; I came really really hard, but before I finished she pulled out and walked off. That spoiled the very peak of my climax, but I still slumped down on the floor in a bit of a daze.
I made myself keep going and finish the floor, still panting and clenching, then dragged myself to sit and recover; knowing it would mean cleaning a wet patch off the chair after I was done.
We had lunch together, Miss constantly nudging my breasts and caressing my nipples ‘while reaching for things’. She struck up a conversation with the boy, and the whole time had one hand just fiddling with my nipple. I have no idea what they were talking about, I was just sat moaning and gasping, barely able to function at all; a wet patch rapidly spreading on the seat under me.
“What do you think, Hannah?” she suddenly stopped and turned to me. The whole situation switched as she edged the boy’s cock while making casual conversation with me.
“A… about what?” I panted, highly aroused and aching.
“About what I just said; surely you were listening? I was talking right here beside you”.
I knew she was teasing, but I still felt bad; and also even more aroused. “I’m sorry, Miss. Please could you repeat the gist?”
Shaking her head in mock disappointment she explained, and we fell into conversation; all the while the boy sat and squirmed and moaned.
The afternoon continued much as the morning; Miss turning up to do perfectly everyday things while casually playing with my body and acting like nothing was happening; or else just using me like her personal sex toy without any word or consideration. My head was absolutely spinning the whole time, and even while I’ve been writing this she has been in to “check up” on it, reading while fiddling with me.
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