Privilege requires sacrifice. (Your feet.)

"Ballerina boots?!" Is not what you were expecting. These black "boots" were most assuredly more akin to a fetish article rather than legitimate clothing. The whole design of the shoe and you use the word shoe loosely here, was to have a heel so high that pretty much only your toes touched the ground and you couldn't really walk normally. They really did accentuate your ass though. On the other hand, these things came up to your thigh and were black leather and lace-up, so they did kinda scream 'sex'.

"Jeannette... did you pick these out yourself?" You ask skeptically, still trying to decide whether or not you wanted to try standing in these.

"Oui, Mademoiselle. Would you have preferred a shorter pair? You do have très beau legs, so I could see maybe I should've gone with something below the knee." She seems legitimately confused as to what else could be the problem.

"I've never worn heels above 4 inches, Jeanette..." you say looking at her deadpan.

"Oh... merde," she pales slightly when it dawns on her. "It's... uh... it's..." she studies your expression and becomes more and more crestfallen. "I am so sorry Mademoiselle, this was the only thing with a heel I could find in your size on short notice... Je suis vraiment désolé Mademoiselle!" she lowers to her knees and covers her face with her hands.

You sigh and reach over to pat the tearful maid on the head. "Okay. Jeanette. Help me stand..." she does, and you're wobbly as fuck. "Put one arm around me to help me steady," she complies. "Now raise your skirt,"

"Oui Mademoiselle," she does so, revealing her nearly always hard chode once again.

You reach between her legs and grasp her cock firmly, "you're going to help me reach dinner, Jeannette, and just to be perfectly clear since you're to fault for this, if I fall down, I'm bringing your dick with me."

She squeaks almost in protest but quickly shuts up. "Good girl. Let's go. Slow and steady. You have a lovely cock and I'd hate to injure it... as would you, I'm sure." You give her another firm squeeze just to remind her every few steps.

It is slow, nerve-wracking going but you do eventually make it to the dining room. Your mother sits at the head of a long glass dining table. Rather casually dressed in nothing but a partially closed bathrobe and matching pair of slippers. She watches you over her rimmed glasses with some concern. As you finally make it to the seat just to your mother's left, she speaks.

"Jeannette... thank you for helping my daughter all the way here with what looks like no small risk to your own personal health. But would you care to tell me why my daughter is in ballerina boots?" Her voice carried no ill will but it was deadly serious. Jeannette looked afraid.

"Uh... Maîtresse, you asked that she should be wearing only high heels. This was the best I could do on short notice, the only pair I could find her size." She kneels down submissively to your mother.

"Then why praytell did you not lend her one of your own, since you're the same size?"

This time you glare at her as well. "I..."

"No. Don't answer that. You will get the egg and shove it in first thing tomorrow, then give the remote to my daughter. I believe it only fair she sees to your punishment, you may go." A very down-trodden-looking maid quickly makes her exit. Your mother turns to you, "I'm sorry baby girl. Jeannette is precious, but she is prone to certain proclivities. That length of boot though does look particularly ravishing on you... but if you can't walk yourself in them they fail their fundamental purpose as a boot. I'll help you out of them before we leave the table."

You smile warmly, "thank you, mommy." You notice a slight shudder in her when you use that word in particular. That really seems to excite her... but then again you're kinda getting off on being treated like a precious, well fucked, brat. You can actually see part of her flaccid cock through the part in her bathrobe, you can hardly fucking believe that monster was inside of you.

Your thought is interrupted by a cheerful foreign voice, a woman carrying a quick folding table and platter in one hand, "Middagen är serverad, mina älsklingar!" A huge very busty blond woman with her hair in a fishnet, a chef's hat, apron, and nothing else announces. She quickly deploys the table and sets the platter down on it. On the silver platter rests a basket of fresh bread and two plates covered by silver cloches. It smells wonderful. She sets the plates in front of you and your mother. When she's close to you you notice something hanging just below her apron. It's a cock. Holy shit... with that language, you think to be something Scandanavian, her blond hair blue eyes, powerful build and that cock she looks like some kind of Viking virility goddess. She's hung like a horse. You're not too sure she wouldn't feel just as at home with an ax in her hand than a serving tray either.

She removes the cloches off your plates to reveal beef tips and noodles in gravy with sliced veggies. The basket of fresh bread she sets between you and your mother. She then looks to you then to your mother. "Så det här är din dotter, Denise? Mycket uppfödningsbar!"

"Oh, don't I know it..." chuckled your mother. "Nichole this veritable valkyrie is Ina, our chef. She is a gentle giant... unless she's using that cock of hers, which frankly even I am jealous of."

Ina laughs, a jolly pleasant sound even if the source of it is somewhat intimidating, "Åh ja, skulle du vilja se? Kanske röra på den?" she pulls up her apron revealing an impossible thick cock that looks like it's going on a foot-long even flaccid. You swear to god this woman is half-horse. Her balls were equally obscene, like two baseballs in a flesh sack begging to be free. You stare wide-eyed.

"My beautiful, if crass friend here wants to know if you'd like to touch it," you look to your mother as if to ask permission, and she simply nods with a knowing smirk on her face.

You reach out and grasp, or try to grasp the woman's cock in your hand. It won't even fit around it. You trail the entirety of your hand over the length of the thing and try to cup her balls, trying gently to lift them to get a sense of their weight. There's no doubt, you find it incredibly hot but you also know that getting that thing inside of you would require a hospital stay and reconstructive surgery. If you lived. "It is beautiful and terrifying," you say. Your mother and Ina both laugh.

"You see, poor Ina does break anyone she tries to fuck... regrettably so. So I had a custom fuck machine built for her that even she can't break, yet. Between that and some of the girls around here to keep her company when she uses it, she's finally managed some satisfaction... which is fantastic for us since she's a wonderful cook."

Ina puts the empty cloches back on the tray and lifts it, folding her little table, "Njut av din mat, mina älsklingar!" she laughs and waves to you two on the way back to the kitchen.

"Would you like some wine, love... I know you're not old enough per se, but this is your house now too. It's fruity, not dry." she offers after pouring herself a glass.

"Yes. Please..." you smile enthusiastically. You wonder if perhaps it's wise to be consuming anything that might impair your judgment in this house... but there's a small part of you that wants to be taken advantage of... perhaps without the ballerina boots.

Half an hour, your food, and two tall glasses of wine later, your mommy has decided to carry you over to the window. It's floor to ceiling, and you realize you're several stories up. There's another studio? Apartment? Something across from your window not even five yards away, another floor-to-ceiling window occupying it. Your mother surprises you by setting you down and instructing you to press your hands against the glass and arch your back, she promises to make sure you don't fall while still in these shoes. The reason for this soon becomes clear. There's another girl in the window across the way in much the same position, with someone about the same age as your mother standing behind her, your mother and the woman across the way both stand naked now... hard cocks hanging free.

In seconds you're getting your pussy pounded by your mommy once again, so is the girl across the way... you both have stupid blissful looks on your faces as you share this kindred moment. You spasm as you cum all over your mommy's hard cock and begin to tremble so much she lifts you by the legs pushes you against the window. Your tits are now mashed up against the cold glass where you could in theory be seen by anyone... but most definitely the girl and her mommy across the way.

"Oh god mommy it's so perfect... I'm so helpless right now... entirely yours... and that couple knows it... anyone could know it," you trembled and scream out another orgasm. This time your mommy cums with and inside you, burying her cock deep in your womb filling you up. You're basically a rag doll on mommy's cock against the glass at this point. But she's still hard and begins raming you again. Gross wet squelches fill the room from the sound of her cock plowing up into you shoving some of the escaping cum out of the away, again and again, her thick cock sliding so easily with so much of her seed just dripping and oozing out of your fuck hole. You want to try and talk dirty, but you can't form words, only moans. You're mommy's wanton slut, her cum dump, her human onahole, and that makes you happier and more drunk than the wine right now. You cum again, you're a delirious shivering mess. Someone is going to be cleaning a lot of you off the floor and window tomorrow. Your mommy cries out and presses you against the window almost entirely with her cock now as she empties more of her wonderful seed into its home. It belongs in you. The girl across the way looks like she's in a similar state to you. You wonder what it would be like to be face to face with her while your mommys' did this.

Suddenly you hear the sound of a piece of furniture being moved. Your mommy drags you and manages to sit down with you still on her cock, she spreads your legs wide so the couple across the way has a good look at your cum filled fuck hole, and mommy starts to both lift you up by the legs and slams up into you, pistoning her cock in and out of you. You cum again... squirt is everywhere the smell of sex is pervasive. Finally, your mom grabs you by the waist and begins to lift and drop you rapidly back down on her cock. Oh god, it's so hot. It's like you're being used as her own living sex toy right now. Her little girl is her personal fleshlight. You sound ridiculous as you moan and try to praise her only for nothing coherent to come out of your mouth. It feels wonderful, you exist for her pleasure and yet she loves you. You are one of any billions of holes on this planet that she could be filling instead but she chose you, and that makes you feel so happy. So warm. So special... So tired... your mommy's cumming inside of you again. She's still fucking you when you lose consciousness.