Claire is"Helpful"

Beautiful butterflies of passion and desire fluttered within May's belly as Claire fixed her gaze on her. The mischievous minx was certain she was about to be punished for her teasing antics. She could hardly wait, Claire was an excellent spanker.

"I think there's a better way to preserve your modesty. Let me assist you," Claire said coolly. Her expression was as unreadable as ever, but May thought she saw a gleeful twinkle in her dominant lover's eye. At any rate the woman's even tone had made it clear she was telling not asking.

With two sturdy leather belts, Claire tightly bound her plaything's stocking-clad legs together, dimpling the flesh until May could only hop to get around. "Bend over the table," Claire ordered her wobbling maid.

May set a speed record obeying.

"Hmm," pondered Claire. Her wheelchair creaked as she paced behind her victim. She truly encapsulated the air of a bond villain. May hoped her mistress would be stroking a pussy soon. "Not quite right. I can still glimpse your womanhood between your legs. Let's try something a little different." May felt her captor adjust the belts; the strong womanly hands gently grasped her right ankle and folded it up until it brushed against that tender spot between her legs. The belts returned, securing her right calf against her thigh, and binding her left ankle to the table leg, just in case she had any delusions of making her stance symmetrical.

The tight nature of her bonds tugged at the tendons in May's right knee a little, not enough to be painful mind you. In fact, the bound maid tried to fold that leg all the more. Toes pointed straight up like she was a classy dame in the midst of a sizzling kiss, May rubbed her ankle into her hungry pussy. She hoped her mistress wouldn't mind her masturbating like this (but also sort of hoping she would).

Claire wheeled in front of her as smoothly as a bead of water drifting down an icicle. "Did you do a good job cleaning?"

"I think I got everything," answered May, uncertain.

Claire clicked her tongue, and stroked a lock of May's hair in an affectionate yet condescending manner. "I didn't ask what you think. Did you do a good job cleaning? Are you sure you didn't miss anything?"

"I-I, everything is spotless." stated May nervously. She could feel a damp spot where her stocking pressed against her pussy. She was trying to answer her mistress's question the way she wanted and wasn't at all sure everything was spotless. Bent over the table like she was, there were plenty of ways she could get a spanking, even with her one ankle pulled up.

"Oh I know," said Claire, her voice breathy and thick with affection, "however, sometimes I'll get you to clean something that's already perfect. There was no dust on those shelves when I made you clean them again, but we both enjoyed that second go." Slowly, deliberately, the scheming woman exposed her breasts.

It wasn't a brief glimpse, like before. Breath catching in her throat, May watched as the drapery was removed from those divinely-sculpted, tender orbs.

"Wouldn't you like to clean these, my obedient maid?"

There wasn't a single cell inside May that didn't want to lick those wonderful breasts. She strained forward, extended her tongue as far as she could, but with a slight turn of her wheels Claire stayed just an inch out of reach. "Ah, ah, ah," the talented dom tutted, giving May a corrective tap to her forehead. "You didn't answer my question."

May blinked. What question? Oh right. "Yes, yes please, mistress, please. Can I clean your breasts? I promise to give them the attention they deserve. Please, please, please."

Claire giggled and leaned forward just enough to let her eager maid taste her supple nipple with just the tip of her tongue. Arousal was already starting to harden the tantalizing nub, but it still turned up just a bit as May flicked her tongue over it. Claire gasped quietly at the tender touch (privately May hoped there was a hint of surprise at how good she was with her tongue). Yet Claire withdrew again, leaving her helpless maid's tongue to wiggle impotently in the air.

"Keep begging," she ordered smugly. Her tone twisted the ache of arousal deep within May's loins.

"Please, mistress, please, your breasts are so perfect. I need to give them the attention they deserve. It would be utter bliss to run my tongue over your tender flesh. I crave--"

Claire gripped May's hair with one hand and grabbed the table with the other to pull herself forward. May's pleas were cut off with a delighted "mrmfff," as her face was buried between two firm tits. This time Claire kept those perfect mounds of flesh available to May for a heavenly amount of time, sometimes even making it hard to breathe as she pressed her face in deeper. Obviously her dutiful maid didn't mind these moments one bit; in fact, May relished the twinge of desperation that tickled her psyche when more of her world was replaced by her mistress.

The moans her impassioned ministrations elicited were music in the maid's ears. Her ankle, bound and placed deliberately against her loins, pressed and rubbed against her hungry pussy. The dampness of her passion seeped into her cute stocking. She kept up her intimate grinding feeling, the cool spot grow. "May I cum?" the words of soft desperation oozed from her lips before she knew what was happening. Shame mixed with desire as the naughty servant realized this would be her second orgasm and Claire hadn't even had one. "Please," she pleaded again. Her eyes silently promised to do whatever it took to repay her mistress's kindness if she was granted this simple mercy.

Claire looked down on her with an impossible to read smirk. May stared back each second feeling like a year as her heart slammed relentlessly against her ribcage. She waited to say something, but caught in the blissful prison of those icy blue eyes, even the pathetic whimper was choked in her throat. Desire shone in those eyes like a fierce storm cloud looming to devour all warmth. Then she struck.

Claire yanked May in deeper, squeezing her face between her breasts. The modest mounds cut off quite a bit of her air supply, but May didn't mind one iota. She moaned and kissed as best she could hoping her mistress would understand just how grateful she was. With one hand, Claire gripped her hair, trapping her against those perky tits. Her other hand played with May's ass through her short skirt.

Pleasure overwhelmed May. She wiggled, spasmed and before she knew what was happening her womanhood gushed with the delight of orgasm. The bound woman gasped liberally into the breasts smothering her.

She continued to sharply suck in lungfuls of air as Claire released her. Looking up into piercing-blue eyes and a self-satisfied smile proved to be an excellent amplifier for the afterglow of bliss.

But Claire's expression softened. She delicately reached forward to wipe tears that May hadn't realized she'd shed. "Are you alright?" the blonde bombshell asked.

Her plaything laughed wearily. "More than alright. I'm all perfect." A ping of guilt made her voice quiver as she said the last word. She swallowed, realizing how selfish she was being. "I hope you'll let me pay you back," she said with a nervous chuckle.

"Oh we'll see," replied Claire, her laughter mysterious, hinting at possibilities beyond.