May is given a challenge

Was that too forward? wondered May, terrified that she'd messed things up this early. Claire was oddly quiet, prompting May's mind to race. The powerless maid desperately wanted to know what her blonde bombshell of a mistress was thinking.

"So you want to see me naked?" Claire finally asked, her face was stunningly stoic and impossible to read.

"Obviously," giggled May nervously, breaking eye contact as she felt her cheeks flush.

"How about a little game? A challenge?" A mischievous smirk curled on Claire's face. "If you can wash all the dishes," she gestured to the paltry stack left from lunch, "while tied up, in, we'll say, ten minutes, I'll pose naked for you."

"You're on," cheered May with a slam of her first. "How do you want me tied up? I'll warn you, I'm pretty good at escaping."

"Oh, I've seen your skill as an escapologist." Claire smirked fondly, prompting May to fidget slightly as she vaguely recalled a failed bondage trick from the previous night.

The snippets she remembered combined with the other woman's bemused smile brought a heady mixture of helplessness and arousal to the young maid. The warm embrace of weakness curled even further around May as she realized she'd just agreed to the game without knowing how she'd be bound. Her blonde mistress could easily stack the deck in her own favor, or even make things impossible, and that made it all the more exciting.

While May pondered her predicament, Claire fetched two lengths of rope one purple and the other a deep gold. They were of slightly different thicknesses, but both had a nice feel. She tied one length around each of May's wrists, looping it three times. With the tails that dangled from each wrist, Claire wove a waist cincher twisting the colors together into a beautiful swirl. A swirl that soon gave May a surge of vulnerability as she felt her wrists tugged to her sides by short lengths of rope.

Once the simple bondage was complete Claire set her oven timer. "Time starts now," she said calmly, yet with mischievous twinge in her voice.

May reached for the first plate, or tried to. Her hand didn't even make it halfway before her bound wrist tugged on her waist, making her breath similarly catch in her throat. Clearly this was harder than she thought. She twisted her body and leaned forward, just managing to grab the dish. All the while she felt Claire's gaze on her.

Hoping to earn her glimpse of the blonde's toned body in all its naked glory, May worked as quickly as she could, which ultimately wasn't all that fast. She twisted into awkward positions and strained against her bindings, but was often just barely able to grab the next item. Dropping anything in the soapy sink meant being bent over it for a good minute trying to dig it out, so she scrubbed each utensil or dish above the water only dipping portions into the sudsy liquid. And after washing, the scantily clad maid would still have to stand on tip-toes and bend obscenely far over the counter to place the items on the drying rack before starting the process again. She really wished she'd cleaned as she went; her humble meal now seemed to have created an endless pile of dishes.

Despite trying to focus on the task, May's thoughts often drifted to fantasies of her winning. Would she be given coy ganders of the blonde's toned physique, her intimate areas hidden behind alluringly placed hands? Or would she be treated to it all? The thought of Claire lounging nude, breasts exposed, the slightest sliver of her pussy peeking between her coolly positioned legs, it made May's heart pound against her chest. And what would happen after Claire's little show? Exposing oneself could be quite the aphrodisiac...

May dropped the fork she was cleaning. Luckily, it didn't land in the sink, but she still had to pick it up off the floor. Slowly, carefully, she descended in a curtsy fashion, yet getting much lower than someone normally would. Her maneuver just barely got her close enough, and she still had to spend several seconds awkwardly staring at the utensil while her fingers grazed across the handle.

At last, she got it and shuffled back up proudly clutching her prize, halting suddenly as she made eye contact with Claire. She had a look of steady determination on her face. May bit her lip. A cunning plan was about to be executed, and she had no idea what was in store for her.

With a threatening smirk and a fluid motion, Claire pulled her top up revealing her lack of bra. Two gorgeous orbs, sculpted examples of fine female flesh came into May's view. They were perfect, firm, but with the softest dangle, inviting the young, yearning maid to reach forward and cradle them. Not that she could because even if May had permission, her wrists were still bound.

The beeping timer yanked her from the dreamy sight like an alarm clock, and as quickly as she'd lifted it, Claire pulled her top back down, leaving only the teasing hint of her nipples through the fabric.

"I-I didn't win," mumbled May as her mind scrambled trying to both preserve the image of those amazing breasts in her mind, and make sense of what just happened.

"No," responded Claire as she fixed her prey with a mischievous gaze. "but I figured you worked so hard, you deserved a consolation prize." She smirked and sheepishly added, "I also kinda planned on using it as a distraction if you were about to win.

May's breath caught in her throat. As she continued to clung to the arousing glimpse of Claire's stunning bust, her mind spun with fantasies of how that simple sight could cause her to be defeated at the last moment. Cursed to stumble by her own wanton desires, the triumphed maid's heart quivered as she grasped how easily Claire could make her a plaything. An awe-inspired smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, but that didn't seem appropriate for a subdued maid, so May tried to reign in the obvious sign of her delight.

She felt herself blush a bit, realizing that she was getting lost in her fantasies while there was work to be done. "Thank you, ma'am," she meekly blurted out before quickly returning to the dishes. She could feel Claire's eyes on her while she worked. An uncontrollable grin spread across her face every time she saw those stern blue eyes in her peripheral.

It took only about five more minutes to finish the dishes. Once done, May turned to her mistress and, hindered by her bondage, performed something halfway between a curtsy and a bow (it was the only appropriately submissive gesture the bound maid could perform with any speed or grace). "What shall I do next, ma'am?" she asked, trying to sound submissive and demure, but her eagerness sparkled through. "I'm yours to command."

Claire grinned broadly, her smile the jaws of a bear trap. The expression hinted at something dark within her, and May felt her loins flutter with delight. She wondered what Claire would be like when they indulged together.