There Is Only So Much A Girl Can Take

I turn back to Cassie. She hadn't moved very much since I last played with her. Shocking, I know. At some point she seemed to have tried turning away from your display, but there was no way she didn't hear me tease your little maid. Her cheek was covered in salty tears. They looked so delicious, I just couldn't help but leaning to her and giving her cheek a lick. My captive doesn't even try to resist at this point.

"She tried to fight it at first too," I explain. Cassie's eyes shoot open. "Mhhmmm. She was my classmate. She was that girl who was so high and mighty because she was fashionable and boys like her. She used to pick on me. So I took her here. Now? Well, I'm not sure how fashionable that maid dress is. And boys? Well, I'm pretty good and spotting when what a girl really wants is girls. Hee Hee"

My hands returns to her pink panties, and finds them even wetter then before I left them. The little slut was enjoying it was she. I brush them to the side and slide a finger inside of her tightness, finding it more them capable of accepting it. To my sugary delight, she can't stop herself from pushing herself against my finger just a tiny bit.

"You want me, don't you?"

She shakes her head, though it definitively doesn't have as much conviction as at the beginning. I know I'm getting to her. Inches, aren't feet, but they are nice.

"You want me to push you down and ride my pussy into your eager little mouth, don't you?"

Her lips let out a cute little moan, then she tries again to weakly shake her head. I grind my finger into her faster and faster, her inner muscles spasm and juice around it. I'm going to need to re-paint my nails at this. Well my maid is going to need to, but still!

"You want to be my slutty little maid. My sissy fucktoy."

She isn't even capable of moving her head at this point. Her hips thrust wildly back against my finger. At some point, I even stop moving the finger. She's fucking it all on her own now. Beautiful.

"I asked you a question, slut." I pinch her nipple, she whimpers into the gag. "Are you getting wet and horny at the thought of being my sissy fucktoy?"

Her eyes are wide open, though tainted by the exhaustion of hours of ****. Even as she thrusts herself against my fingers like a **** slut, she manages to to shake her head no. In response, I pull my fingers out of her. And the moment my finger is out of her, the **** slut wails in desperation.

"Then you don't get to cum!" You laugh playfully. "Because, the only way you get to cum from now on is thinking about being my horny little sissy maid! But, I'd be more then happy to let you cum if you did it thinking about that. Will you be a good little girl and do that for me?"

I look into her eyes, and for the first time see a part of her that is genuinely willing to **** herself if it means getting to cum. It's a first step. Devotion to me needs to replace devotion to orgasms, but that's training that comes later. I mean, I haven't even got her to accept that I own her! Silly girl.

But, alas no. After a moment of considering, she shakes her head again. Tsk tsk. What a shame.