Everything Mistress wants it to be

I sit on my knees and dutifully service Mistress. I would look up at her, but my blindfold makes that impossible. Not that it’s very important as I know what I would see. Mistress is studying for an upcoming exam. Valery is cleaning up after Mistress’s most recent sexual escapade, which I am currently tasting. I have tried to see if I can tell different girls apart based off of the taste of Mistress’s cock afterwards, but so far it doesn’t seem possible. Vivian is out picking up new toys. The world is perfect.

I squirm a little, stretching against my arm binder holding my arms behind my back. I lean forward to take Mistress’s dick deeper into my throat, but am stopped by the cords attached to my collar and chastity belt that keep me chained under Mistress’s desk until she desires me to be freed.

I have a moment of deja vu. But I am happy and safe in the knowledge that Sandy is gone and Valery wouldn’t even think to ‘save’ me from Mistress’s service. Come to think of it, I haven’t been to a class that I didn’t share with Mistress in some time, and even those I am often left behind to keep Mistress’s bed warm for her. Oh well. If that is what makes Mistress happy then that is the best use of me.

Mistress sighs and I hear her voice directed down at me. “I should let you up and order you to study. But I think at this point we all know you won’t ever be anything but my loyal ****, so what’s the point. But… I do feel you deserve something special for being my first and most devoted ****. I have an idea, but is there anything that you want?”

I’m surprised she asked my opinion. It feels weird after so long. I don’t like it. I shake my head and continue to suck, hopeful that Mistress won’t ask me to make decisions anymore. She snorts at my rejection of even the slightest freedom and I can hear the smile in her voice.

“Then it’s decided.” And mistress goes back to her work as I suck, not even telling me what it was that has been decided. Not that me knowing will change anything. So I keep sucking.

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The next week, Valery and Vivian put me in some of the tightest bondage yet. It does cover my breasts and pussy though. I’m blindfolded and gagged, my arms and legs bound tightly together. They pack me inside a chest, just barely big enough to cram my bound body inside. They have to push hard to get it to latch, and I can barely breathe because I’m so squished inside. I can feel them take me out of the room and load me in a car, probably Mistress’s. I’m driven somewhere and unloaded. The whole process takes some time. I can hear Mistress talking to someone, but the voices are too muffled to understand. It must have been at least an hour since I was shoved inside, but the chest finally opens on my now sweaty and weak body. The blind fold is removed and I look up with bleary eyes, embarrassed to smell so bad. I’m sorry Mistress! I’ll try and learn to turn off biological functions like sweating!

As my vision clears, I see I’m in a pretty normal looking office. Mistress is smiling down at me from a chair, and Valery and Vivian are dressed in their maid outfits and holding the lid open to present me like a prize. Across from Mistress with a desk between them is a very flustered looking man in a simple white shirt and black tie. He looks from me and back to Mistress.

“Look… I’m not saying it can’t be done. But I need you to step out so I can confirm this isn’t being done under duress. Please understand that this looks… bad.”

Mistress smiles confidently like always. “Of course. We’ll step out for a second. Tell the man anything he asks.” The last is directed at me as she and her two happy maids leave the room.

The man comes over and helps me remove the gag. “They could have done this before leaving. There. Now, do you know why you are here?” He looks nervously at me.

I stretch my jaw a bit before answering. “No. Mistress just asked me to get in the box.”

The man sighs. “I have a marriage contract on the table. For you and… your mistress. Please confirm this isn’t…” he stops talking as I burst into happy tears and smile up at him. I feel like my brain is on every **** imaginable. Mistress chose to let me marry her! I know in the grand scheme of everything we have done, this is nothing compared to my vows of eternal servitude. But I still grew up somewhat normal and now I’m getting married! And it’s about as close as I can get to being legally recognized as belonging to Mistress. My face hurts with how much I’m smiling, and I can’t help but giggle as tears streaming down my face.

“Okay… maybe we need to do a **** test too.” The man seems to be speaking more to himself than me, possibly seeing me as insane.

“No! I’m sorry. Please let me sign the paperwork! I…” I take a deep breath and calm myself. I don’t want to ruin Mistress’s plan for me by convincing the… law clerk? Judge? I’m not sure who this man is actually. But he’s in charge of making me officially belong to Mistress. I don’t want him thinking I’ve been kidnapped or anything. Which Mistress could have made easier by just having me walk in normally… but I did probably look pretty hot all trussed up in a chest as her perfect **** bride. No, focus! “Me and Mistress… Vanessa. I love her. I know our relationship is strange, but I genuinely love her. Even her doing this, not telling me I’m getting married today. It makes me feel so loved and special. A little cramped,” I laugh at my joke that is funny because it’s true, “but incredibly happy. Please let me get married to Vanessa, to my Mistress.” I do my best puppy dog eyes at the man.

He sighs. “I’m really am too old for this. I don’t understand romance these days. Fine. But if she is forcing you to do this, I can have the cops here instantly. Literally, the station is next door. I’ll ask you one last time. Are you under any duress to do this?”

“Absolutely none. This is the happiest day of my life.” Technically a lie, my full enslavement is number one, I even got to share it with Valery. But this is a close second.

“Alright. Let me bring the… other bride? Back in.” He goes and opens his office door and beckons for Mistress to return. She returns to her seat with Vivian and Valery behind her. “Now please read the paperwork and let me know when you have finished. Then I will make sure you understand it all. Then you can both sign.”

The process is a bit tedious as many of the parts sound like repeats, or obvious things. But I am able to pay attention because I know where this is going to end. Finally, Vivian undoes my arm binder to let me sign my name. I smile at Mistress. “I swear to be yours forever Mistress.”

“I know you will be.” She smiles back at me possessively.

“I now pronounce you married. Now please leave my office.” Mistress gives me a quick peck on my lips. And then Valery and Vivian begin rebinding my arms while giggling. My gag and blind fold are fixed firmly on my face again. Before my world goes black again, I see the man stop himself from making me walk out normally, no doubt realizing I will look far weirder walking out in my full bondage gear than I will being discreetly carried out in my box by maids. Smiling around my gag, I am shoved back inside and the lid shut tight.

I once again wait in darkeness, but it feels wonderful knowing it’s because Mistress has locked me up as her most precious possession. When we get home, I’m removed from the box. But I’m not untied. The blind fold is removed and I see Mistress has had a strange pedestal built in her room. It looks like something to hold an art piece, but instead of a flat surface its top is made up of several cushions, straps, and tubes. Mistress and Vivian must have had a lot of fun making this.

Vivian and Valery lift me onto the pedestal. They begin to strap me in, only undoing my suit bindings to replace them with ones that secure me to the pedestal. They grab my legs and gently **** them behind my head and secure them together. I’m happy all of my recent bondage has included positions that increase my flexibility, because otherwise this would break me. It still makes it impossible to take deep breaths, but that’s fine. My arms are pulled behind me over a cushion to help keep me upright. My ass and pussy are on full display. My breasts are also naked, but slightly obscured by my legs.

Mistress watches proudly with a smirk as I am prepared by the two loyal maids to her exact liking. They primp and preen my secured body, wiping me down fully to make me clean, applying makeup, shaving me, making me the perfect **** for mistress in every way. When they are done, Mistress just smile and walks away. I’m confused, but happy that whatever the plan is, Mistress is happy with the progress.

Valery sneaks up behind me to whisper into my ear. “I’m a little jealous of what Mistress has planned for you. But seeing you here, I have to admit she made the right choice. You are perfect for this role. I know you’ll be happy with it.” She kisses me on the cheek, and then helps Vivian cover me with a white sheet. Like a piece of furniture you don’t want to get dust on.

I’m a little scared at this point. No one has shared the plan with me. But then I feel my heart soar. Mistress didn’t tell me the plan because, like always, she knows I will obey regardless. She trusts me to be blindly obedient, literally if she chooses. I feel my pussy moisten, and with my head between my legs under a sheet, I can easily smell my own arousal at my treatment. I can’t wait to see what happens next.