Tanja lazily dusts the bookshelves in the Master's study. Though it is still early in the afternoon she finds herself running on empty. Vincent has taken the family on vacation for the weekend and during their absence Cuffs has decided to have a field day. He has delegated the second floor west of the foyer to her. While the rooms on this side of the house are relatively small and easy to clean, she has not been at her best from the start. Late last night she received a call from Madame Celeste for a little 'help'. It was nearly four AM before she and Vincent were done with the mouse. Three hours later she was roused to begin the cleaning regime. After scouring two hallways, the laundry room and the elevator's machine room she was spent. Tanja stumbles over to the oak desk slumping into the very chair she had sat in almost two months ago during her interview with Vincent. The tall chair across from her sits empty now. However, she can easily recall the impressive man in it, looking her over with his confident gaze. How her first 'duty' to the family went. As she daydreams of their first encounter, the warmth rising through her body mixed with the comfortable seat allow her to sink into light sleep.

Her startled squeak echos through the room as something heavy strikes the chair near her head. Tanja looks about, frightened, before turning back to find the head servant breathing heavily. The imposing stallion that is Cuffs wears a tight scowl on his face as his blind eye 'stares' down at her, “Up. Now.” Tanja scrambles to her feet as he storms towards the door, motioning for her to follow. She does as she is told, jogging slightly to keep with his stride. The timid mouse contemplates explaining herself though refrains. She can see that his fists are clenched, his tail sporadically jerks and he nearly passes the elevator that spares him from trouble on the stairs. He was very upset. The ride down to the first floor is a tense one, as is the long walk to the back hall of the servant's wing where his personal room is located. As he leads her down that empty corridor she begins to realize just how much trouble she is in. Cuffs only ever took staff to his room when they had messed up in a big way. This would be her first visit.

The dark unicorn unlocks the door and twists the bronze handle. The door swings open allowing her in, “Take a seat.” Though not as harsh as he had been upstairs, it was clear from his tone he is still perturbed. Tanja hurries in trying to quickly locate a chair. The room is surprisingly plain and lightly furnished with a large bed and an antique grandfather clock against the far wall. The north wall has been left barren while across from it is a modest sound system hooked into a MP3 dock. She finds a bizarrely shaped couch to sit on near the middle of the room. One side is raised noticeably higher than the other in a smooth arc and without arms or a back it looks like a big tilde. The burgundy leather wrapped over its incredibly soft filling is smooth and cool to the touch. If her gut was not twisted up like a pretzel she might be tempted to go back to her nap. The sound of Cuffs' voice is sure to remind her though that the temptation would bring severe consequences, “I have to say, I am rather disappointed right now. You have been doing so well up to this point. Two months without a single transgression... Only John has a better record.” He locks the door behind them before beginning to pace in front of the double-door set in the same wall, “Now... I can understand that given your particular position you are prone to active days and late nights but we live in a house owned by the CEO of the most advanced medical company on the planet. If you are so worn out that you are passing out, tell someone. We have several products to aid with sleep deprivation, whether you need sleep aids or stimulants. To top it off they are all free to the staff.  As such, I cannot allow your slacking on the job to go unpunished. Do you understand?”

Tanja bows her head before remembering he could not see her submissive gesture, “Oh uh... Ja. I understand mein Herr. I am sorry for not thinking to ask und I vill make sure to keep this in mind next time. For now... I must accept the consequences of my actions.” Cuffs faces her for a moment, a smile creeping onto his long face, “Yes, you will.” He opens one door and disappears into the dark closet. From within she can hear him rifling through drawers. Sounds of glass, wood, plastic and metal rattling about reach her ear before he settles on something decidedly metal. It clinks and jingles as he cradles the item in one arm, reaching for something on the wall as well, “Please lay out on the couch, face down in the trough of the wave.” Tanja takes a moment to process the firm request before complying. She pulls herself up onto the raised seat and lays down the slope, leaving her rump perked. As she scoots into a comfortable position, the hem of her short skirt flips up to expose her further. The fact that he is blind makes her feel a little better about forgoing panties in the name of comfort today. That is until he leans over, threading her arms under the couch. A slim chill wraps around her wrists with a click. He steps around behind her and takes hold of her legs, spreading them over the sides of the couch. Soon her ankles are restrained in a similar fashion, tethered to her wrists by a taught chain.

Tanja jerks in her bonds at the loud crack that soon follows her imprisonment, “Ah... Such a lovely texture leather.” Several soft tassels teasingly brush her left buttock, crossing over to trail down the opposite thigh, “It's just so much fun...” The next crack of the flog is swiftly drowned out by the pained squeak that follows. The mouse cranes her head to look back at Cuffs just in time to watch him strike with the flayed whip once again. She cries out and strains against her restraints as her whole body tenses. She slackens with a whimper when the handcuffs bite into her wrists and ankles, “My... It isn't dampened at all. You aren't wearing pants are you?” A surprisingly smooth hand gives her rump a pat, then a tentative grope, “Or anything for that matter... You're in your 'maid' outfit then?” She sounds the affirmative and he twists the leather strips in his hands, “I am sorry. I had assumed you were with the family gone. Forgive me for being too rough.” Tanja lets out a shaky breath, the couch groaning beneath her as she shifts, “N-nein. I'm okay... I vill take all of my punishment.” His brows rise and his lips form an appreciative smile, “Is that so? Very well... Eight lashes to go then.”Cuffs whips her sharply, drawing another high-pitched scream before letting her settle. When at last she seems to have relaxed from the last stroke he strikes again. He keeps to this tedious pattern for nearly five minutes until, at last, Tanja's sentence is complete.

The rodent now clings to her curved support, panting heavily into its burgundy surface. Her tormentor looms over her, huffing softly as well. He stumbles back a few steps before shaking his head and snorting noisily, “What.... What is that? Are you aroused?” Tanja simpers and wriggles her backside at him though frowns a bit remembering he would not get the visual cue, “Y-yes... I'm sorry, I know this vas supposed to be punishment but I could not help it. Ich mag an meiner Stelle gesetzt werden...” Cuffs brays loudly as a tone of eager delight creeps into his voice, “Is that so? Perhaps I should try harder so that it registers as punishment then?” Her body trembles in anticipation, the prospect a little more than just appealing to her. She lets a meek sound of protest, “Nein.... I am a gut girl! Don't punish me bitte!” The flayed whip cracks loudly against her left cheek, making her hips jump in answer. She continues to plead for mercy, whimpering and moaning in exquisite pain. It takes her best efforts to stick to the part though. Cuffs demonstrates his mastery of this art by consistently bringing her to that fine line between stinging stimulation and actual pain. This makes it exceedingly difficult for her to keep up her mock resistance to his titillating torture.

Eventually her will power gives in. Her weak whining turns to ecstatic moans and soon she is begging for more instead of a halt. The couch is now dripping with her sex, her own brand of polishing liquid pooling until it has reached its edges. And while Cuffs cannot enjoy the visual treat of her puffy love lips glistening with her excitement, his nose fills in the blanks that his ears cannot. He groans as her fragrance leaves his slacks feeling a tad bit too tight, cursing softly to himself as he feels the first dollop of moisture dribble over his knee. His concentration slips for a moment and Tanja lets out a pained squeak, groaning as she tries to flex the bite out of his last hit, “Mm... Sir, that one vas a little too rough. I like this game but not that much...” As the rustling of fabric reaches her ears it quickly dawns on her why he had slipped. When his slacks go flying past her field of vision the suspicions are confirmed. Then her thoughts are derailed entirely as another loud smack rings out, this one much more solid. She trembles feeling the limp heat lay out over her rump and lower back. A gasping moan escapes her lips as the heavy appendage dropped on her begins to grow, stiffening up while smearing a thick trail of semen through her fur. Her body tenses as he grinds his shaft between her cheeks, what little voice she has left catching in her throat as the warmth of his engorged scrotum comes to rest against her flesh. Finally a delighted little squeal makes it past her lips and she rubs back against him as much as her restraints will allow, “Oohhh.... Ja! Das ist, was ich rede~”

Cuffs snorts out a low chuckle, gripping her hindquarters firmly as he grinds into her once more, “You've been wanting this the entire time haven't you? Ever since that first stroke.” A tremor runs through her that answers his question better than any words could, “Hmph... To be fair, I don't think I've had the pleasure of trying you either. Miss Cassandra did say you were fond of her more equine anatomy. Why don't I introduce you to a full-fledged stallion's abilities?” The still mildly flaccid shaft, its tip now between her shoulder blades, stiffens suddenly. A gush of clear fluid flies over her head, splattering the cushion beyond her and over the side. Tanja jumps at the wet sound, trembling with anticipation, “J-ja... Bitte... Zeig mir, was ein echter Kerl tun kann~” Her stallion warden is happy to comply with her request, stepping away only to line up for insertion. He uses his thick, bulbous tip to explore her nether regions. The mouse's flesh is like fire against his sensitive head, squelching lightly with her own drippings. They moan in unison as he finally catches in her tight opening and forces the first few inches in with a grunt. She whines from the effort, still feeling sore from her abuse at the hands of the Master the night before. Unfortunately for her this added tension only drives Cuffs harder, “Mmmm.... You are extremely tight. And so warm... I can already feel my climax building. I guess we'll have to go a few rounds, won't we? After all, a few minutes is not near long enough for a proper punishment.” He drives nearly a foot of his manhood into her while she attempts to answer, forcing her words to become an inarticulate scream. With a rough follow-up thrust he pushes as deep as her petite frame will allow. Once certain that she can take no more the horse moves into a steady pace.

Tanja tenses as the large shaft is jammed into her repeatedly, making her see stars. When his glans suddenly flare lightning shoots up her spine, the grapefruit-sized protrusion making her every nerve explode. The shriek that escapes her echos loudly through the room as well as most of the west wing, even making Kalam in the kitchen give pause. Despite the volume Cuffs simply plows on as the mouse's walls cling to him like a second skin. Driven into and straight through an intense climax, her body becomes paralyzed with pleasure. Every muscle is rigid, her bonds the only thing keeping her from writhing about in a frenzy. And though the metal she strains against bites into her flesh she could not care less. The supernovae imploding in her brain drowns everything out with electrifying elation. Then just as the fire begins to subside, Cuffs dowses it in gasoline. His estimate of not lasting long holds true and his flaring tip erupts with a torrent of seed. Heavy shots of liquid heat blast against her innards, coating and swiftly overflowing her stuffed cunt. With each thrust his broad, flat head presses the excess out around him where it splashes noisily to the floor.

When the moment passes Tanja slumps against the heated leather beneath her, moving only due to muscles spasm. Cuffs leans over her as she pants heavily against her support, his own breath cascading along her shoulders. His soft lips brush the back of her neck before he nips her gently. He repeats the action several times in different spots while slowly working himself in and out of her loins. His crown eventually returns to its normal girth, however it refuses to yield entirely. Still throbbing with excitement, the unicorn leans his weight against her hips. He brays and snorts roughly as Tanja responds with a moan, her walls tightening on him once more, “You handled the canter nicely. Are you ready for the gallop?” A soft and curious squeak poses a question to him in turn. The mouse is delirious beyond reason. With her body screaming for another round, it answers before her mind can process his words. Her hips buck back violently as a chill runs down her spine. The action rams the soft, inviting flesh down Cuffs' pulsing member until bouncing off of his tip. It is more than enough for the stallion. Without another word he draws back until he can feel her hole stretching around his bulbous head before thrusting swiftly back in.

This time the squeal that escapes her is one of eager delight. The chains holding her slack as she clings to the couch, grinding back against the passionate pace her partner sets. She trembles, listening to the wet squelch of her flesh slurping along his shaft. Heat pools beneath her as he quickly pushes what remains of their sex cocktail from her depths. Tanja's moans are muffled as she buries her face in the cushion. Quieted as they are though, they still echo through the room and Cuffs enjoys every minute of it. Driven by her exclamations of pleasure he picks up the tempo. His excited ramming begins to push the mouse further down the couch until her head hangs over the edge, her upper torso slowly moving to join it. A dull ache makes itself noticed as her ample bosom tries its best to keep her from tipping over completely. When her mind finally becomes cognitive enough to voice concern though she finally slips. She shrieks as her body lurches forward, the handcuffs rattling loudly as she makes a futile attempt to catch herself.

A sharp pain makes itself noticed at the base of her back as Cuffs manages to grab her tail just in time. The sharp yank saves her from face-planting on the thin carpet while pulling her back onto his shaft, burying it to maximum depth once more. The sore feeling in her tail will likely stay with her for days but the sudden stretch that followed already has her ignoring it. Cuffs holds her there for a moment, feeling her frightened heartbeat through her flesh. As he looses a shaky breath, Tanja realizes she is not the only one rattled. Even with the adrenaline-induced tremors wracking her body, she can feel his own quickened pulse pushing out against her walls. Before she can give any more time to the thought of how close she came to eating carpet, the stallion puts his hips back to work. The fog returns as his bulbous tip grinds into the depths of her tight hole. She lets out a soft moan with every thrust, their volume increasing in tandem with his fervor. When he settles back into a rough tempo Tanja begins to realize just how tense she still is. The piston pounding into her cunt drives her over the figurative edge this time, sending a fresh wave of convulsions through her. Lightning shoots up her spine as he angles his hips and grinds his head over that sweet spot. The orgasmic scream that follows catches in her throat, coming out little more than a quiet squeak, as her mind explodes from the pleasure.

Cuffs answers with several more well-aimed thrusts that fuel her climax to greater heights. Her walls spasm, clamping down so hard they nearly push him out entirely. The strength of his arms and hips keep her penetrated though as he pushes Tanja through one orgasm and straight into the next. This time the release is accompanied by warm squirts of ejaculate so powerful they reach his balls. The sudden splash of heat on his scrotum is the last straw. He whinnies loudly above her, his grip digging into her plump hips as he pulls her back against him. Her eyes roll back in their sockets as his cock pulses noticeably just before his crown flares deep inside of her, stretching her innards. She squeaks loudly as the tip erupts pointblank against her back wall. The pressure would be painful if it was not for the intense heat his seed spreads through her loins. There is a wet squelch as the shot fills her smaller body in an instant, bubbling out around his cock and running down over her pelvis. He draws out to his swollen head before ramming back in with the next expulsion. As her hole refills it convulses from her rolling climax, causing the overflow to splash out over the exposed portion of Cuff's shaft and the couch beneath them.

Tanja hangs over the cushion, panting and moaning as her stallion partner continues to dump liters worth of spunk into her pussy. She can feel it dripping down her belly and the inside of her thighs as more replaces what their motions press out. Her vision begins to fade as he fucks her through orgasm number six. Or maybe it was seven? She can neither recall nor care enough for it to matter. All she knows is the throbbing heat stuffed inside of her, the veritable melon at the end of said heat source and the slippery mess that coats every inch of her loins now. It makes her giddy, feeling satisfied to have a true stallion use her as breeding stock once more. Her body trembles as she wonders if he will be willing to do this again under other circumstances. She already knows that if he will not though, she will be getting herself into a lot more trouble. A shrill cry escapes her when she is plopped down onto the cold, wet leather cushion. Cuffs has taken a seat and decided to let her lay out, albeit with his cock still skewering her, “Mmmm... Das war unglaublich~ Wir sollten wieder tun, denke ich.”

Tanja cranes her neck to look back at him, not sure she heard him right, “Sie sprechen Deutsch?” Cuffs smiles with an exasperated sigh, “Of course. You didn't notice I required no translation when you started blithering in it? My parents are from Germany. I was born here and raised on both languages so the accent doesn't show.” She nods wearily, resting her chin in the thin puddle of horse ejaculate. The smell of it makes her shiver but her curiosity manages to keep her urge to taste it under control, “Ja... Und your name does not sound very German either so you couldn't guess.” Cuffs shifts, the motion stirring her insides with the pulsing limb still lodged there, “My nickname? Goodness no of course not. My real name is Stahl. I got Cuffs from... Well...” She wriggles her wrists, making the handcuffs tinkle, “Precisely. It's just easier to pronounce and given my usual attire most guests assume it refers to my immaculate sleeves. As such, I must ask that you use Cuffs at all times. The only exception would be times like this where we have our privacy.” She nods again, this time the action dips her nose and lips in the liquid. It is an even more enticing fragrance when it floods her nostrils like this and the taste is mellow with only a hint of the usual bitterness. She is about to ask if the unicorn might be interested in another round when he pulls away. There is a moment of disappointment as she feels the void left by his massive cock.

Then her spirits rise as he takes a knee in front of her, cock in hand and aimed right at her, “You shouldn't drink that. It's much better fresh. Would you like to try?” She feels her loins tighten from the excited spasm and opens her mouth wide, “Oh ja bitte! Ahhhhh~” His head bulges slightly, drooling  bit of left over cum. He lays the dollop on her tongue before pressing past her lips and down her throat. He shudders as his shaft glides in with ease, only stopping when he realizes how close he is to ending up in her stomach. He mentally notes the depth before starting to hump her throat, “Mm... As much as I would like to mash my pelvis into your nose, I don't need an acid bath for my cock.” Tanja moans out an agreement while she puts her tongue to work on what it can reach. The musky concoction his cock is covered in keeps both her throat and her loins slick. She grinds against the couch in futility, the angle keeping her from enjoying the action.

Hearing her fidget on the leather Stahl gets the idea and her stallion comes to the rescue. He leans over and buries his long muzzle in her back side. Tanja tries to squeak as his thick tongue licks over her pucker and down into her honeypot. Her moans resume as the prehensile muscle worms its way in, licking her clean. It whirls about, lashing at her sensitive spots until he has her worked up into a lustful frenzy once more. His soft lips tease her anus and her clitoris with each sloppy kiss he lays on her loins. Coupled with the thick log nearly suffocating her with every thrust it is easy for Tanja to hop back on the climax express. Her squirting does not even phase her lover who laps it up just as he had his own seed. His nostrils flare as his face is made wet with her sweet juices, their scent cutting through his will to stay in control. At the first flare though he forces himself away, his cock slurping noisily from her gaping muzzle as he stumbles back, “Oh no... This time, I want to make a real mess.” Tanja coughs and pants, looking slightly crossed eyed up at the flopping erection, “Y-you haven't already?” Stahl steps back up and sets his sack on the couch and thrusts it into her face. She starts licking immediately, worshiping the enormous balls as his overpowering musk obliterates anything that might remain of her inhibition. He grinds against her while overhead he furiously strokes his shaft. She can hear the moist squish as his hand passes over his crown and then again as it pops over the prepuce ring. Her efforts increase as she imagines her abused little cunt taking place of his hands.

It seems well worth it too as he brays loudly, pulling back quickly once more. There is a sharp jerk as he takes hold of her hair, keeping her head up as he pumps his cock in her face. She stares expectantly at the little hole that gapes open in preparation for what is to come. The dark, glistening meat of his tip swells suddenly. And just as suddenly, Tanja can no longer see through her left lens. Fire drizzles down her cheek, then her whole face as the next shot hits her square between the eyes. She lets her maw hang open just in time to get a fresh squirt of stallion milk down her throat. When the next one hits her chin and tongue she screams out as it sets her off. More thick ropes of sticky seed land in her hair, on her neck and bust, and even her back.

By the time he tapers off, Tanja is wet from the shoulder up with spunk. Stahl releases her roughly, letting her fall limp on the cushion. He allows her to suckle on his head until he has milked every last drop from it. It plops from her lips as his phone's ring cuts through the quiet of the room, “Damnit...” He takes a moment to find his pants and fish the thing from its pocket, “Hello? Yes. Yes I would but could you bring it here? I've got something going on. Oh trust me, you'll want to. Thanks.” He drops the phone back into the pile of clothing before slowly walking over to the door., “Ich hoffe, Sie sind hungrig kleine Maus.” He leans against the frame for about a minute before a knock comes. Tanja manages to look up as he lets it swing open to reveal Kalam standing there with a tray of food, “Oh...” Stahl takes the tray and gestures towards her as he wanders over to his bed to eat, “Your tip Kal. Have at 'er.” A grin replaces the shocked look as one of his pant legs grows tight and Tanja releases she will not be going anywhere anytime soon.