Return to her maid duties, but with a few hitches

Her new squeeze was being a real good sport about everything, prompting Claire to wonder if she should still reward her. She couldn't just pose naked for her now; that would make the dishwashing challenge feel hollow. And truthfully, the more she thought about it the more she didn't want to. She tried not to let her wheelchair define her, and feeling her naked ass against the fake leather always made her feel trapped in or even entangled with the chair. In theory, she could pose on the bed instead, but that pickled her skin too. The thought of having to move her limp legs grated on her as she tried to plan seductive movements.

Fortunately, May could always be counted on to keep things fun. "Do you want me to keep cleaning your mansion, ma'am?" She was wearing a bashful mask, but her usual carefree self shone through.

"That would be wonderful," Claire stated. Seeing an opportunity she teasingly added, "in fact if you do a good enough job, maybe I'll let you see my breasts again." She'd already decided to give May a show no matter what kind of job she did. Claire owed her new girlfriend that much.

"You got it," May performed another quasi-curtsey that ended in skip as she turned to get back to work.

Claire leaned forward to untie the eager maid, but May was too quick and halfway to her discarded duster before Claire could say anything.

Realizing her predicament, the maid stopped abruptly two steps later. "Oh, um, could you rearrange my bondage."

Claire felt her heart leap within her chest. Rearrange. May had only asked for her bondage to be adjusted, not removed. Claire knew this bondage game would have to end eventually, but until then she'd live in the moment.

And in this moment she had to decide how to retie her maid. She thought about the demure posture May so elegantly expressed; she wanted to capture it, enhance it with rope, if possible. She began untying May, but Claire felt her features harden as she strategized. The moment she untangled one strand of rope she was immediately retying it around her lover, keeping the caress of rope ever on May.

The purple strand she kept bound around May's wrist, using it like a leash as she tugged the beautiful woman's arm up to her neck. She loosely tied a loop around May's neck, securing the knot obsessively so that it wouldn't slip. Her other wrist was guided up soon after, leaving May's hands bound tight to her face. The maid was **** to stand in a perpetual begging pose like an obedient dog. Compared to this vile delight, winding the gold strand around May's ankles might have felt anticlimactic, but doubled over her own knees, Claire's heart raced as she worked so close to May's stocking clad legs. When she straightened up again, her humid breath accidentally tickled the sexy woman's knee, and she beautifully twitched.

"This is some real sexy rope stuff," commented May tugging at her wrist bondage, and grinding her legs together.

Indeed, but part of that was probably the stunning woman in it. The scantily clad, and sensually bound maid was so stunning in fact, that Claire forgot to say something, as she took in the breathtaking sight.

May's lips parted with a soft yet gleeful smile. "Command me," she said cheerfully, inviting more desires.

Claire's cool smirk sparred against May's smile. "You should get back to dusting."

The salaciously adorned maid pouted playfully. "I can't get the top shelves anymore." She wiggled her fingers as high as they'd go which was only about as high as her big beautiful eyes.

"You already did a great job with those," Claire responded, feeling her grin widen into an encouraging smile. "Just worry about the lower stuff now."

May giggled and spun about in a single hop, prancing in tiny steps towards her first task. Claire's comely maid was putting extra effort into dusting the lower shelves. Bending to dust lower, she presented her very-fine backside just provocatively enough to feign innocence. Claire stared openly as the hem of May's tight dress danced about her wiggling rear. Each swish of her duster brought the chance of seeing just a glimpse of the woman's perfect ass or the delicate panties that were stretched over the firm globes like a second skin. The other woman moved in a sensually stilted way, each wriggle reminding Claire of a helpless captive squirming in her bonds.

Mesmerized Claire watched her maid work well into the afternoon. May seemed lost in contentment, often humming to herself and occasionally glancing over her shoulder to make sure Claire was still watching. After the dusting was finished, the sexy maid offered to clean Claire's floors adding mistress on the end in that ever so addicting way. Upon being given the go-ahead, May excitedly pranced into the kitchen and leaned over the sink to fill a small bucket. Claire was quite impressed by how gracefully the eager maid got ready despite her restraints. She even slid into a kneeling position onto the floor, seemingly unhindered by her bound ankles. The rope pulling her wrists to her neck **** the maid's face close to the ground as she scrubbed on her hands and knees. Claire unabashedly ogled the beautiful woman as she worked, particularly enjoying the slight wiggle in her plump breasts and round ass.

But Claire couldn't just watch for long. Soon irresistibly devious desires were dancing about her mind: punishing her maid with another, harder spanking, or ordering her to strip and watching her wriggle out of her clothes while still bound. She did her best to squash those cruel tendencies. Instead it was probably time to show her appreciation for May putting up with all these ridiculous servant tasks.

"That's enough for now," Claire said quietly, trying to keep her nervousness out of her voice.

"What shall I do instead, mistress?" her maid seductively inquired, putting just enough submissive emphasis on that last word to make Claire's core flutter with fresh arousal. The skimpily-clad servant silkily rose to a kneel position as she looked at her mistress expectantly.

It was getting close to dinner, so Claire was going to discuss that, yet as she opened her mouth, her words took on a will of their own. "Kiss me," she asked quietly, arousal making her throat dry.

May giggled with surprise and (in spite of her bounds) gracefully pranced towards the woman commanding her. Their lips met with a surge of lust causing goosebumps to tingle up Claire's neck. Animalistically, she grabbed the front of the maid's dress and pulled her closer until May was straddling her leg. They kissed hotly, deeply, and Claire's hands pulled her lover in with the same intensity that she sucked on her wonderful lips. Which was probably a bit too forceful, as with a yelp (half muffled by her mistress's mouth) May suddenly lost her balance. Her startled squeak became an approving moan when she landed crotch first on Claire's thigh.

The two continued to makeout with ever increasing vigor. Each probing the other's mouth with her tongue. May was held firmly in place by Claire's iron grip, but she didn't seem to mind, eagerly pressing deeper into her lover. She was soon pressing her crotch onto May's thigh, making her dress rise up. Clearly in the throes of passion, the lusty maid rocked her hips intentionally grinding her loins against her mistress. Though largely numb below the waist, Claire felt enough of this lesbian act to be all the more excited by it. She wrapped her arms around her saucy maid, squeezing her each time she rocked her hips forward, yanking her deeper into each thrust. The other woman wiggled excitedly when she felt Claire's firm embrace and moaned with the quiver of a giggle into their kiss.

May's gyrations became all the more impassioned after that. She vigorously danced atop Claire's thigh, grinding back and forth with ever increasing speed. Claire tried to prod her on, but whenever she matched May's speed, the other woman would speed up. Until suddenly she stopped. May gripped Claire tightly, her body practically vibrating as she squealed around their entwined lips. The lesbian sucked greedily on Claire's lip for several seconds more before abruptly breaking their kiss and panting to catch her breath.

"Sorry," she awkwardly said between deep breaths, her cheeks taking on a bright red hue.

Claire looked down to see a wet patch on her slacks that hadn't been there moments ago. The scent of a satisfied pussy teased the corners of her nostrils. Claire found herself smiling; there was something raw and dirty about that scent, and the action it implied. "Aren't you a naughty maid?" She playfully tapped May's tush. "Getting very excited for little old me."

"Are you going to punish me?" asked May, as quiet as a mouse. She looked up at her mistress through bashful lashes.

"Oh, I think it's quite the compliment," responded Claire. "But those panties are filthy. You'll have to take them off."

Claire smiled. Her command had an immediate and delightful effect on May. A noticeable surge zapped through her body making her limbs twitch and her hands ball up into fists. The skimpily clad maid bit her lip nervously as she tugged down such an intimate piece of her limited clothing. Claire's heart thundered against her rib cage at the sight, doubly so when the tightly bound May slunk down to collect her panties and then obediently presented the simple scrap of soiled cotton. An enrapturing mix of eagerness and shyness tugged contradictory on her beautiful servant's features as she gave her panties away.

Claire clutched the surrendered fabric tightly. The panties were warm to the touch and wet with her excitement. A part of Claire wanted to sniff them, to claim May's scent, but a more devious idea came to her mind. She pocketed them, nonchalantly taking possession of such an intimate part of her. "Do you think you could re-dust those lower shelves," asked Claire, keeping her tone cool despite her fluttering heart.

"Oh? Did I not do a good enough job, mistress?" counted May, her attempts to feign ignorance were ruined by the feisty smile tugging at her mouth.

"Sometimes, you have to clean things that are already immaculate," explained Claire, her gaze fixed on May. "I'll give you another example later."

Her maid lingered, hoping for more details than the sparse tease she'd been given, but eventually succumbed to Claire's silence.

Ever mischievous, May responded with her own teasing, bending to dust as commanded, yet arched her back and moved just gracefully enough to keep her intimate parts concealed by the dangling hem of her short dress. On the occasions when she had to bend so far that her skimpy skirt must surely rise like a stage's curtain, May would turn just enough to keep her womanhood hidden between her naked thighs. Claire smirked, enjoying the sight for what it was. She'd get her due eventually, and this charming little tantalization would make it all the sweeter.

Claire's loins churned as she continued to watch and give her servant commands: "fluff that pillow a little", "get on the floor and wipe that spot, please", and her favorite "run the duster along that curve one more time." May countered with flirtations wiggling, but kept her apex of delight hidden every time. When she could resist it no longer, she coolly calculated a new plan. "You're being quite modest with your pussy, my dear." She tried to keep her tone even, yet a hint of her encouraging trap managed to sneak in.