No.

You feel your heart pounding in your chest, your face has a puzzled look as you feel Mistress's gaze upon you. You don't know what to say or do, all you can think about is the wonderful tightness of the dress, your erect nipples almost piercing through the shiny fabric, her wonderful perfume an aphrodisiac upon you, causing your mouth to drool almost as much as your quivering slit. She reaches out and tweaks one of your nipples as her other hand probes two fingers into you, causing you to openly moan, however you find yourself unable to cum.

As if reading your mind, she speaks. "Only slaves may cum. Does that what you want to be you little slut? To be my pathetic little rubber ****? To serve Your Mistress as a Bondage Maid?"

You find yourself nodding frantically yes, as you feel your mind flood with images of your future, each more intensely sexual then the last. You don't notice the Mistress motion someone, as you are now deep into sub space, imagining tighter and tighter bondage, **** to clean with a gag duster in a rubber dog suit, or punished in a tight rubber suit like your **** sister, electrical piercings keeping you constantly aroused and unable to cum.

You suddenly feel a presence behind you as a pair of hands roam over your body, a pair of lips upon your neck as the hands move to your nipples. You feel the hot breath of the Head Maid in your ear.

"Show Mistress your neck sister. Let her claim you." You fall back into her embrace as you look up, your neck bared in submission to Mistress. Your Mistress. She is holding a metal collar, a cushion of rubber on the inside of it as she encloses it around your neck, it fits perfectly before she snaps it into place, a click resounds as no seams appear on it. Your Mistress fully inserts her fingers in your soaking wet pussy, stimulating your g-spot as she speaks one word.

"Cum."

You cry out in ecstasy as you feel your orgasm pound through you like an ocean wave, you convulse and buck against her hand. You have no time to think as another and yet another orgasm rips through you as your mind drowns in subspace, your only joy is submission to Mistress. You collapse into the Rubber Maid's arms as she picks you up, you barely make out Mistress's words before you pass out from the pleasure.

"Prepare her in the Dungeon. I will Mark her myself."

**Some Time Later**

You dip your cloth in the latex polish and look up, admiring the Art on the wall you are shining to perfection, as was Mistress's request. It squirms and wiggles, a faint moan emerging from it behind the Latex hood as you patiently shine it's throbbing lips between it's legs. It's emerald eyes look into yours, pleading to not stop. You stop before it can reach completion, causing it to moan louder. It used to be a woman, like you used to be, but unlike you it chose to not accept the Truth. Mistress is Everything. Mistress conquers all that She chooses to let in the Mansion. You accepted this and became a ****. It did not and became Art. Both Serve. Your own vulva flutters as you think of Mistress, thankful She allowed you to serve her. Your heart skips a beat as you hear the click of her heels.

You turn to see your Light, Your Goddess. She looks at you...through you. You lower your head as She looks upon the perfect shine you have done. She nods in approval.

"It has not orgasmed? But constantly near it?"

You nod, the latex panel gag upon you preventing you from confirming the entire week It has remained that way. Not that it matters, Mistress knows all. She looks away from the struggling Art, and regards you again. She raises her hand as if to snap her fingers.

"Present."

You curtsy and raise your latex skirt, revealing your shimmering silver Tattoo placed right above your clit, an intricately designed Mandala Heart. You quiver in anticipation, the rings upon your clit and nipples, yet another Marking Mistress imprinted on you, rustle under their tight garments. Mistress snaps her fingers and the rings vibrate as well as the anal plug within your panties. You shudder and cream yourself in front of the Art and Mistress.

Slaves Cum. Art Suffers.