A delicious amount

It’s been a few weeks since midterms and we have settled on a new status quo. A friend of Sandy’s who grew up in the area pointed us in the direction of a fetish shop that catered to everything from slightly risqué Halloween costumes to full on BDSM kits that would get you thrown in jail if worn in public.

While I enjoyed some of the toys we had gotten I find myself happily contemplating the low key kinky additions to my regular clothes. My goth look was still there, my makeup diligently maintained. But my black mini skirts were now almost always topped with a simple white mini apron and my white petticoats underneath. I now favor short sleeved black shirts with puffy shoulders and low cut necklines, to better show off the small amount of cleavage my black corset is able to create. My black stockings have been replaced with white ones, and I now also have tight fitting dainty little white gloves. I still wear my collar of course, and atop my head sits a frilly little head peace. My black two inch heels complete the look, making me stand straight and proud as my Mistresses little goth maid.

Right now though I’m on loan. Mistress and Sandy are chatting about the upcoming winter break, although I can tell that when the conversation lulls it’s because they are staring at my ass. It always happens when I bend low. Which I am having to do quite a bit as I dust and organize Sandy’s room. It makes me happy to serve, but I do sometimes wish Mistress wasn’t so insistent that I be both the fantasy sexy French maid AND the practical cleaning maid at the same time. And what is with this shelf! Doesn’t Sandy know fiction books are alphabetical by author, not title. What was she planning to do if she had an actual book series up here? Split them all up? Madness.

I silently fume over how badly Sandy’s room needs organizing and… why is this shelf sticky? Cleaning, so much cleaning. Sandy is so pretty I managed not to notice her room was low key filthy. Maybe it was cleaner the last time I was here. It had to have been. I would have noticed otherwise… I think.

Distracted by my task, I don’t notice that the most recent bout of silence has lasted for longer than normal. It isn’t until I hear the sound of lips smacking that I realize what’s going on behind me. Mistress can be so mean sometimes. I scrub harder and faster, both to distract myself from the noise behind me and to work off the energy flooding my body.

Tauntingly, my own motion causes my chastity belt to wiggle within me. It too has had some adjustments, with a small butt plug set to constantly vibrate at low power being my current equipped set. I’ve gotten very good at controlling myself… okay, letting Mistress control me, but even so the vibrations coupled with the knowledge of what was happening behind me was testing that control. I’m on my knees scrubbing something off the bottom shelf when I just can’t take it anymore.

Silently turning around, I slowly and sneakily crawl over to the bed and peak my eyes over the edge. Sure enough, Sandy is riding Mistresses cock cowgirl style while they make out. As I watch I can’t help myself. I find myself pushing my ass against the wall and grinding in an attempt to increase the stimulation to my ass and pussy. This was my undoing.

“Violet! You know you can’t do that until you’re done cleaning!” Oh Sandy, whatever happened to the days when you stood up for me? I guess she knew full well I loved this deep down… well okay, it wasn’t that deep. Very much surface level. I groan softly, “I’m sorry, I just… need it so bad.”

As they both disengage, Mistress still erect, she seals my fate. “Actually she needs to clean your room like she promised you she would, and then she has to finish her chemistry assignment. After that, she can play. This calls for some punishment.” Mistress pulls a now familiar remote from her pocket, and suddenly the light vibrations that had been keeping me motivated disappeared.

“Noooo.” I mewl pitifully, hoping to elicit mercy. I find none.

“You know, I don’t think that’s good enough. When pledges fail to do their tasks properly, we give them a spanking. I’m thinking Violet needs some more negative reinforcement, or she might end up spoiled.” I know I’ll end up forgiving her soon enough, but for what feels like the hundredth time, damn you Sandy.

I look up at Mistress and know instantly that she likes the idea. She saunters over to me and reaches down to take me by the hand. I follow her guidance up off the floor and over to the edge of the bed. She strokes my cheek and stares into my eyes. “You’re my brave little maid, aren’t you?” Mistresses husky voice vibrates down into my loins. I know this is her way of giving me an option to back out. But her smile tells me she knows I can only make one decision.

“Always, my Mistress.”

Mistress Vanessa smiles and gives me a soft loving kiss, before twisting my arm behind my back and slamming me face first into the bed. The soft mattress keeps me safe, so I can happily accept Mistresses harsh treatment. Sadly it won’t help with what I know is coming next. I find my wrists once again cuffed behind me. Did Mistress bring them with her?

I feel my skirt and petticoats being lifted up, exposing my pale ass. I hold my breath and tense my muscles in anticipation… and exhale when I can’t hold it any longer. And that is the exact moment Mistresses hand comes down on my left ass cheek. I squeak, and then moan softly as the chastity belts vibrators jump to life for a second after the smack. I feel Mistresses free hand press my body down into the bed to hold me steady as she readies her arm for another smack. Which means the remote must be… my thought is interrupted by another thunderous smack on my right cheek, followed again by a second of that heavenly vibration. I look up and see Sandy laying on the bed, smiling smugly at me while holding the remote.

After eight more smacks and vibes, Mistress stops to admire her work. She runs her hands over my reddened cheeks. “Let me see!” Sandy rolls over her bed with the excitement of a little kid seeing a new animal for the first time. I try to look behind me but Mistress keeps me pushed down. “Oh her butt looks so cute like that! Seriously can I keep her? It’s no fair you got her just because she was gift wrapped to you as a roommate.”

What? No, that’s not right. I didn’t end up with Mistress just because we’re roommates. Our bond is so much more than that. I might actually talk to Sandy about that comment later. Obedient little **** maid or not, close friends and sex sisters or not, there are some things you can’t joke about.

I feel another slap on my ass as Mistress laughs happily. “Sorry, we take the hand we’re dealt. No do overs. She’s mine.” Oh, well if it makes Mistress happy.

“Oh, do you want to use the paddle we use on the pledges?” Oh god damn you Sandy.

“Ooh, let me see!” Mistress sounds gleeful at the thought of paddling me… and I can’t pretend my stinging ass wasn’t making me wet. I can’t turn around myself, but a moment later I feel a long board press against my butt. “Looks like it will hit the chastity belt if I paddle her butt with it still on.” The prospect of being paddled becomes even more appealing if it means the chastity belt comes off before I finish studying tonight.

“No problem, thighs are just as resilient as butts, as long as you don’t go too far down the legs.” DAMN. YOU. SANDY!!!

I feel the paddle slide down to my thighs. “Does my sweet little maid think she’s been punished enough?” Mistress wasn’t holding back with those smacks earlier. Now with a paddle I’m not sure if the vibe will take the sting out of this…

“… please Mistress. Your naughty little maid needs to be disciplined…” I crave her attention more than I could ever dream, my pussy juices sliding down my leg. Spank me Mistress! Spank me!

Mistress Vanessa grants my wishes, both spoken and unspoken, with a swift swing of her arms. My thighs explode in pain, and I scream. I think it might have been the loudest I’ve been since coming to college. The chastity belt vibes roar to life, set to what I think is max power. At least Sandy is willing to do that for me. I bask in the stimulation, enjoying my reward for being such an obedient maid, taking my punishment.

Happily, the vibe doesn’t turn off after a second and instead continues on. I moan in happy bliss, but am interrupted by a second great explosion of pain on my thighs. I managed to stifle my cry a little this time, but I can feel my tears begin to stream down my smiling face.

“More Mistress, please punish your slutty maid more!” My voice waivers with my tears, but I put all the lust I can into my words.

Mistress stops holding back, paddling my thighs again and again. I quickly lose track of time. I don’t even realize it’s ended for almost a minute after the last paddle lands.

Whimpering at my bruised behind, I slump down and try to turn around to see my Mistress, as her hand has disappeared from my back. As I turn around I also sit and instantly regret that decision, my sore ass revolting at even the lightest touch. Lying on my side, I manage to look behind me. Mistress Vanessa and Sandy must have not been able to control themselves after my slutty display of obedience, as Mistress has Sandy pinned against the wall and is pounding into her with reckless abandon.

I gingerly crawl towards them on my knees, still cuffed and with the chastity belt still attacking my loins ceaselessly. I reach Mistresses leg and manage to lean against her just as she reaches her climax. I look up at Mistress and Sandy’s faces glowing with bliss, and I feel ready to join them as Sandy looks down at me and smiles. And then she turns off the vibrators. Sandy isn’t my sister anymore!

Mistress pulls out and casually removes her condom to feed me. I open my mouth dutifully but continue to stare daggers at Sandy.

“Okay, I think I need to get her home so she can do her studies. If she has to wait much longer I’m scared we’ll break her brain again.”

Mistress is so rude sometimes. I’m not that fragile, I could go plenty of time without… scratch that. I am very fragile. Take care of me, spoil me, fuck me more Mistress!

I spend the ride home in the back seat lying down. Sitting will have to wait for a while, even if the heat off my still red ass feels directly connected to the heat of my pussy.