My life as an art project

Vivian and Valery continue life as loyal maids, cleaning the room and sexually gratifying Mistress. But me? No. Mistress was completely serious about her intentions. I’ve been married a week, and have not moved from my pedestal.

Valery, sexy minx that she is, wakes me up today by teasing my nipples with a feather duster. I moan lightly into my gag as she continues to tease me. “Oh, I’m sorry baby, but I need to clean Mistress’s prized art piece. Let me just get this laaaast piece of dust. There, got it. Well what do you know, there’s another one over here! I’d better get it right away.” Valery giggles as I squirm under her teasing.

While Valery plays with me, Vivian tinkers with the pedestal. I have heard enough to know she’s trying to make room for a powered dildo to fuck me in place, but the pedestal is already filled with machinery to manage my waste and pump liquid food into me. She could get away with a smaller powered dildo, but she’s being stubborn and wants to install the largest, fanciest model. “Would you move! I’m trying to find a way to make this fit! If I unscrew the motor housing from here and drill some new holes to remount it over here, that might make enough room… where’s my tape measure?”

Valery roles her eyes at Vivian and slips two fingers inside my pussy. “Nerd, you have a sexy little **** girl mounted for her Mistress’s sexual gratification on display in front of you… and you want to mess with motors.” Valery pumps her fingers in and out of me while rubbing my clit, careful to not disturb my catheter, while bickering with Vivian.

“Well, maybe if a certain maid spent less time playing with her Mistress’s toy and helped me with maintenance, I could also play. Besides, motors are cool.” It’s becoming hard to think as Valery continues to toy with my pussy, pumping her fingers in and out.

“Motors are not cool, you are just boring.”

“You’re just jealous I’m Mistress’s assistant, Violet is her literal trophy wife, and you’re just an extra.”

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The silence is palpable as Valery looks ready to cry. I want to comfort her, but can’t. Vivian you idiot! How could you…

Suddenly Vivian stands up where I can see her and hugs Valery. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean that! Mistress loves us all as her precious slaves.” Oh thank goodness. Vivian can get a bit obsessive when she’s tinkering, but eve she knew that went too far for bickering… and they are making out.

Mistress walks in a few minutes later to see Vivian giving Valery apology cunnilingus. They start to move to greet her but she smiles and gestures for them to continue. “Make her cum.” She orders Vivian and then stands in front of me to admire my submission.

With Valery receiving her apology as background, Mistress smirks at me. I blush, knowing I can’t do anything else. Because she doesn’t want me to be able to do any thing else. My pussy throbs at the thought. “Sometimes I wonder if I’ve gone too far, but every time I look at you, I can see the love and devotion in your eyes. You really are the perfect ****.” Her hand traces its way up my ass, past my pussy, teases around my nipple, before running playfully over my lips and cupping my face. “I love you, my sweet **** girl.” She takes her hand away and slaps my pussy, harder than most would enjoy but it only teases my masochistic body she and Valery trained into existence. I whimper needfully at the insufficient stimulation.

Mistress smiles at me, then pulls out her cock. She smacks my pussy again, harder this time, then pushes herself inside me. “Does my little work of art need a bit of pain to show her true beauty? Well, I can certainly help with that.” She begins to pump into me, her and teasing my nipples by twisting them hard. She keeps fucking me, occasionally slapping my tits or ass. Of course, there’s nothing I can do to stop her. And I revel in my helplessness as she takes pounds into me more, making my pedestal rock. Vivian and Valery, presumably having finished with Vivian’s apology, appear to my sides to keep the pedestal steady. The wall is just behind me, so there’s no worry about me falling over, but the heavy pedestal could still damage the wall with Mistress’s powerful strokes.

Under her painful treatment and pounding cock, I cum well before Mistress does, but she makes sure to fill me with her warm sperm to keep my hopefully there new baby comfortable.

She pulls out and smiles at my used state, as Vivian and Valery begin double checking that nothing came loose during my use. Then she pulls out a phone… my phone. “Oh, I almost forgot. Your parents have been calling. I haven’t answered, but they texted and said they were worried and would be coming to see you in a few days.” She smiles at me.

Vivian and Valery stop working and stare at Mistress. I do too, but it has less effect since all I can do is stare and I always have eyes for her when I can see her. There is an awkward silence. She looks at us, sensing that something has changed. “What? It should be fun seeing how that plays out.”

Vivian laughs nervously at Mistress’s assessment. Valery sighs heavily. And then she shows Vivian why she’s not just an extra. “Mistress, your slaves love you. These slaves belong to you. These lowly slaves will obey you no matter what. But… please do not let Violet’s parents see her like this. They might call the cops. They will definitely try and take her away, they’ll probably contact both our parents, including Vivian’s parents whom, let’s be honest here, are unknowingly bank rolling at least some of your beautiful debauchery. None of us would leave if our parents get involved, and they can’t make us. We are adults, and your slaves. But that doesn’t mean they can’t make our lives harder.” It’s a delicate balance, being completely subservient and telling Mistress her plan is bad. I know I can’t do it. I’d jump off a bridge if Mistress told me too, and we all know it. Only Valery is weird enough to both swear eternal devotion to Mistress, and be able to point out when the plan is bad.

Mistress clearly considers Valery’s words. “I suppose,” Mistress sighs, “Violet can stop being my priceless work of art while her parents are here. But she goes right back as soon as they leave. I want her there as much as possible until we get a positive pregnancy test.”

“Thank you Mistress. Your loyal slaves will make sure she doesn’t spend an extra second unnecessarily free of her bridal pedestal.” Ooo. Bridal pedestal. I like that name for it. I’m her precious bride!

“Good. Her parents will be here this Thursday.” Mistress passes my phone to Valery. “I didn’t bother, but go ahead and respond in text so they don’t decide to come sooner. Make it sound believable, but don’t free Violet to do it. You know her well enough to pretend.”

Valery giggles and takes my phone. Of course by now my sister slaves know my phone password so she wastes no time opening it and reading my parents texts as Vivian takes a break from maintenance and cleans Mistress’s cock instead as she rests in her computer chair. “Wow, they sound really worried… because they’ve been calling for almost a week. Okay, I’ve got this. ‘Sorry mom and dad, my phone broke and I had to get it repaired. I just got it back and saw your messages. I look forward to seeing you soon, I’m scared of everything so it will be nice to hug my mommy and daddy and have them kiss my boo boos.’ And send.”

Valery smirks at me, and Mistress snorts at the impression of the pre enslavement me. All I can do is roll my eyes. And hope she’s joking about sending that. “Don’t worry, that last bit was made up. And I love how cute you are when you’re scared anyways, so I don’t think it’s an insult. Right Mistress?”

Still smiling, “Absolutely. You were just a cute little quivering ball of fear when I first met you. It kind of pissed me off how adorable you were. And then you smiled at me.”

My body heats up again. Stop making me horny with how special I feel. Unless that’s what Mistress wants, then tease me with words and anything else! I feel my eyes get a little teary feeling so much love from Mistress and Valery.

Suddenly Vivian takes her mouth off Mistress’s cock to chime in. “Mistress, can your slaves Vivian and Violet go on a sister **** date once she’s off her pedestal for good? This **** is feeling left out of the love.”

Mistress smiles down at Vivian, pleased that she wants to be closer to with me. Of course, we all want to be happy sister slaves together, to better serve Mistress. Vivian and Valery, despite their bickering, have bonded a lot recently. But me and Vivian haven’t had nearly as much of a chance to become close. I can see why she might feel a bit left out.

“Of course you can. Although, I don’t know if she will ever be free of the pedestal ‘for good.’ We spent too much time and money on it to never use it again. But yes, once she’s confirmed pregnant and she spends more time off the pedestal, you two should go on a sister **** date. I think that’s a wonderful idea.” Mistress strokes Vivian’s hair, and then guides her back down to continue sucking her cock.

I love how weird this is, how much control Mistress has over me, over us. She deserves us… I can’t actually think of why other than her being amazing and perfect, and making me feel safe and like I belong. Which is often more than it takes for harem anime protagonists, so I feel fine not thinking about it anymore. I just enjoy this afternoon on my bridal pedestal as one sister **** cleans me, and the other cleans our Mistress’s cock. My life is beautiful.