A Helping Hand

You laze about the next day, stomach bulging slightly under the weight of the sloshing, potent seed inside it. Despite your obvious imprisonment, you feel strangely at ease with the state of things. You’re well nourished, with a warm roof over your head, and not a care in the world. All of that in exchange for the small price of your submissive service to a magnanimous Mistress. What’s not to love?

You recline against the back wall with your head in your hands, and let out a deep, disturbed sigh. This place has set its hooks deep in your pliable mind. There’s no one around to blame; no corrupt aura that might call into question the stability of your own perception. Those thoughts were unmistakably your own.

To make matters worse, your days spent here seem to only increase your passive state of arousal. Even now, your small, needy cock stands fully erect with pulsating lust. You feel hot and bothered by the unbidden thought of gleefully gulping down torrents of thick, creamy spunk. Your hand delicately moves down to caress the length of your stiff shaft. Up until now, you hadn’t even considered masturbating in this place. The conditions didn’t exactly attend to your sense of arousal, but now--well, things have changed. You’ve changed.

The Mistress has never strictly stated that you cannot cum, but she also hasn’t given you express permission. The last thing you want to do is disappoint her. Your lewd reverie is suddenly disrupted by the sound of light footsteps on stone. You shove your hands into your crotch, hoping to hide your throbbing erection from the passerby.

The figure peeks around the hall fleetingly before crossing fully into view. You squint your eyes momentarily, attempting to size up the individual. Minerva!

You smile up at her, carefully moving one hand in a waving motion while hiding your erection in the other.

“Hi, Joshua.” She smiles back at you with bashful eyes. “Mind if I pop in for a visit?” She dangles a pair of keys in front of the door with a mischievous smirk.

“A visit?” You say with audible skepticism. “I didn’t know the Mistress allowed us visitation privileges.”

Minerva rolls her eyes and begins unlocking your cell. “She doesn’t, but she’s preoccupied right now. No one’s gonna check up on you anytime soon.”

As she enters the cell, you inspect her for the second time. You see that her skin is the same sickly blueish purple as the Mistresses’, though she is shorter and appears to be a fair bit more youthful. She has short, nubby horns growing from the sides of her head, and her cute auburn hair is tied back into two short pigtails. Adorning her body is that same black and white dress that you saw on her before. The dress reaches to her mid-thigh, and vaguely strikes you as maid-like in appearance.

As she lithely strolls toward you, you cannot help but notice the delicate, detailed curvature of her body. Her dress erotically clings to the tight hourglass outline of her slender figure. Even through the garments, you can see that her breasts are considerably smaller than the Mistress’s, though her rump is rather pleasing in proportion. Unfortunately, this detailed examination of Minerva’s hot body does little to assuage the arousal in your loins.

Standing over you now, she raises an eyebrow and points toward the section of floor next to you. “...Can I sit?”

You blush, having been caught in your unabashed inspection, and nod awkwardly.

Your eyes go wide as she sits down directly next to you. You feel your naked body brushing against the soft fabric of her black and white maid-like outfit. Minerva brings her knees to her chest and wraps her arms around them, meeting your gaze with a warm smile.

She looks around the spartan cell with insincere surprise. “So, this is where you live, huh? Never would’ve taken you for an ascetic.” She bumps you playfully, and you frown with feigned annoyance. “Yeah, yeah, yeah…”

You turn your gaze to the center of the room. “So…what’s occupying the Mistress’s attention? You seem confident that she won’t notice…this.” You point between the two of you.

She sighs and looks away. “Other slaves, of course. There are quite a few that require a hands-on approach, if you catch my drift…”

You furrow your brow as you enviously envision the Mistress feeding her other cumdumps all of that precious, delectable seed. Your seed.

You snort and attempt to play down your disappointment. “How does she feed them all, anyway? Doesn’t she have a refractory per--”

She cuts you off, placing a hand on your thigh and meeting your eyes. “...Can we not talk about the Mistress? Please? I know that you’re her new favorite pet, but I just--I came here to get away from all that.”

She angles towards you slightly. “The Mistress owns every aspect of my life--except for moments like this.” She smiles and gently caresses your naked leg.

“Any port in a storm, eh?” You try to appear calm and collected, but your body language languishes under the ministrations of her friendly touch.

You shift yourself slightly, reddening as you continue to cover your fully aroused cock from view.

She notices your sexually frustrated behavior, and subtly moves her practiced fingers toward your inner thigh. As Minerva lightly runs her digits teasingly across your leg, you feel her give you a wet peck on the cheek.

“Why do you hide yourself from me?” She meets your gaze with an earnest smile. “Friends should be open and honest with one another, don’t you think?

You blush and nudge her slightly with your shoulder. “I don’t see you sitting here buck naked on the floor.”

She shrugs. “Would you like to? You never asked. And you didn’t answer my question…”

Your mouth opens and closes in flustered surprise as you grapple with the openness of her statement. “W-wha--” You blink at her.

“Why do you hide yourself from me, Joshua? Hmm?” She begins playfully scratching at your hand, which at present, is barely concealing your erect member.