"Pet, would you come in here?" It was formed as a polite request, but he knew She didn't mean it that way. It was an order. He shivered softly, already blushing at the thought of what She might request of him now.

His Mistress had returned from Her trip out of town, and She had been most tired. She had been terribly busy and had set him a set of tasks to complete while She rested. He was more than happy to oblige of course, but it was a fairly long list. He guessed that it was possible he had missed a spot in his cleaning, or he had forgotten a task, or hadn't been thorough enough.

With trepidation, he quickly placed the last dish back in its proper place after drying it, and ventured to Her room; half running, but keeping his steps light, as the Mistress disliked clumsy brutish footfalls and preferred Her pet to be dainty and graceful. There he found Her sat upon the edge of the bed, arms folded, one latex thigh-length booted foot tapping impatiently on the floor. Without a word, She pointed to the floor before Her, and he quickly moved over, kneeling at the spot, gazing up at Her with a deep blush. The Mistress raised a perfectly crafted eyebrow with a slight smile on Her ruby painted lips, and placed one high-heeled foot upon Her pet's crotch, gently rocking it to rub against his erect shaft through his jeans, making him blush profusely and moan quietly and timidly.

"Good pet... Now, tell me. Have you done all your chores?" She asked, softly in a warm yet commanding voice. Her pet tried his best to stay still, eyes closed as he attempted to focus through the pleasure of Her teasing. He finally managed to stammer out a reply, shivering in pleasure.
"Y-Yes Mistress."
"Mmh. Now, can you tell me what you forgot?"
The question cut through the haze of pleasure, and he struggled to think of an answer. All the while, his Mistress rubbed ever more insistently at his crotch, moving Her foot downwards and letting the top of Her boot stroke languidly at his sac, before returning to stroke more directly to the bulge of his clearly evident erection.
"I... I d-did the dishes," He began "Swept the floors, tid-ah..." he trembled as a wave of pleasure caught him unawares, and made him lose focus for a moment. With a squeal of surprise, he felt the pointed heel of Her boot lightly press against his balls, which brought him back to his senses.
"S-sorry Mistre-" She cut him off.
"You were saying..."
"A-ah. Yes. Dishes. Floors. Tidied room. Ta-table cleaned. Toilet s-scrubbed... I... That's ev-everything right?"
The Mistress cocked Her head gently to one side, returning to languidly stroking his cock through his jeans with Her foot, listening to his shy and pretty little whimpers and moans. "Mmh. It is. And you did a very good job. Though you were just finishing off before I called you, yes?" He nodded in reply, eyes half-lidded in pleasure. "Then tell me, pet. When did you find time to change?"
He gave a little squeak, eyes going wide as he realized he had forgotten something very important. She hadn't asked it of him, but She was right to assume he ought to just know. As if reading his thoughts She held up the pretty maid uniform that lay still folded on the bed beside Her. He cringed, swallowing a lump in his throat, stammering out a reply as best he could.
"M-Mistress, I'm sorry! I w-was so focused on the duties that I-" Again She cut him off, tutting under Her breath, and gently placing Her foot under his balls again, lifting it slowly but insistently, forcing him to stand again as he winced very slightly, blushing hard.
"Off." She commanded firmly, indicating to his clothes. He stared dumbly at Her for a second, and She frowned. "Those ugly clothes. Remove them. Now. Or do I have to make myself clearer?"

He scrambled to remove the jeans and t-shirt, blushing very brightly, and flinching a little as he saw Her eyes narrow in displeasure upon seeing the boxers still tented by his arousal. She didn't even have to say anything, as he quickly stripped out of them too, and stood before Her, naked and shivering...

She stood slowly, and walked around him, one latex gloved finger sliding up his length. "Dear me, you have been neglectful in your duties haven't you? Forgetting your place again I see?... And I suppose you amused yourself in my rest by stroking that cock of yours didn't you? Dirty pet." He almost corrected Her, but quickly shut up, staring at the floor in shame... It would have been a lie though if he were to say Her scolding didn't turn him on though. While he hadn't been pleasuring himself, he knew that he should have worn the 'proper attire' as She called it for his chores.

She paused at one of the cupboards in Her opulent and immaculately clean room, glancing over Her shoulder to him with a raised eyebrow. "Well? You know where everything is; put it on. And no touching yourself, remember?" She smiled to Herself as She watched Her pet scramble to grab a pretty pair of panties and a bra from one of the cupboards, putting them on with a heavy blush, then slipping into the maid uniform, lacing up the back, and affixing the cute, lacey headband. He looked so pretty in dresses. It was Her favourite past-time to make him dress up like a girl.

She pulled out a riding crop and studied it curiously for a moment, turning it over in Her gloved hands before smartly lifting Her pet's skirt and swatting his cute panty-clad rear with it. He gave a squeal of surprise, blushing deeply, half jumping, before She laced Her fingers into his long hair, and gripped near the scalp, pulling him along gently but forcefully, Her grip making sure She didn't pull any hair out.

Steadily, She walked to the bed and sat upon it, pulling over a well padded footstall with one leg, and pushing Her pet down to sit on it. Taking out a makeup kit, she applied it carefully to him. "Now, you know you've been a very bad, slutty girl, my pet; and do you know what happens to naughty sluts?" She scolded, looking to him impassively.

Her pet whimpered softly, waiting until his makeup was finished before speaking. "T-they get punished, Mistress." He said, trembling softly, lowering his eyes submissively. She smiled. He was well trained. Once before She had to leave him tied up with a vibrator in his rear for several hours because he spoke while She was applying his make-up, and made Her ruin it. Though She knew he'd enjoyed it quite a bit, He'd learned very well not to interrupt her in future.

"Indeed they do. Now." She grabbed a handful of hair again, smirking as her pet gave a small little squeak of surprise, and moved him with it so he was kneeling down by the side of the foot-stool. Her other hand tapped the riding crop across his rear and the backs of his thighs as she lead him along, a slight grin on Her lips as She heard his pretty little squeals and whimpers. Finally, She pushed him down so his stomach was lain across the nice soft padding, and She directed his arms with Her feet to cling to the stool's legs.

"Stay there, slut, and don't look up or move at all, or there shall be further punishments." He nodded, trembling softly, and gave a soft little moan, trying not to squirm or move; his cock was rock hard, and pressed almost painfully through his panties to the footstall. He heard his Mistress's footfalls behind him, and he heard Her open a few drawers. He didn't dare even steal a glimpse for fear of what other punishments might be levied. He already wasn't allowed to cum or to even touch himself without Her permission. The thought of being tied up so he couldn't move and being constantly stimulated with each orgasm adding more time to his punishment was almost too much to bear; worse still, it made his cock ache with desire too.

Finally She came back over and knelt beside him with a warm smile, brushing Her lips over his ear, making him tremble in pleasure, his eyes closing and his lips parting. She knew that he had a weakness for having his ears and neck touched, kissed and nibbled, and thus used this distraction to smartly slip a thick, six inch cock-gag into Her pet's mouth, strapping it smartly behind his head, and smiling with a little sigh of satisfaction as She heard his prettily muffled cry of surprise and need. He sounded so cute with a cock between his lips.

Before he could react, She tied his wrists securely to the footstool followed by his knees with soft silk rope, making sure he couldn't move. Just to tease him further, She took something out from under the bed, hidden from his view, as she whispered softly to him, making sure Her lips caressed the sensitive flesh of his ears again.

"Now pet, I want you to not cum at all until I say so. You got to pleasure yourself, so now you are denied it until I have cum at least three times. I shall spank you to remind you of your laziness in your duties, and of what a dirty girl you are, and you shall have to watch and not cum at all. If you are very good and have learned your lesson, perhaps I shall give you a treat. Do I make myself clear?"

He whimpered and nodded, giving a pretty little muffled moan through the thick penis gag, trembling in desire, his cock pressing painfully against the panties and the stool now. She nodded in reply, then stood up before him, and began taking off Her latex thigh-high boots, revealing strong, graceful legs and beautiful, soft feet; one of which She brushed across the leather covering over his mouth which hid the cock-gag behind it, letting Her toes brush his nose and then his cheek as She moved to step behind him again, smiling as he whimpered and nuzzled Her foot adoringly.

"Now, my pretty pet. Make sure you make lots of slutty noises for your Mistress, and don't you dare let that cute cock of yours go off early." She commanded. Before he could reply he felt something slick, slightly pliable and nice and thick enter his tight behind, making him squeal beautifully, as he felt Her push a butt-plug nice and deep into his rear, locked in place by his tightly squeezing anus.

He almost thought his ordeal was about as awful as it could get, but then he saw out of the corner of his eye a small wireless remote that his Mistress held in Her hand. Her eyes gleamed with pride as She saw his eyes widen in shock. "Ahhh, you remember this, don't you? It's your favourite little punishment toy, my pet... Ah-ah-ah... Don't fret." She said, looking to his bound and squirming form below Her as he whimpered gorgeously. "I'll start it off slow, but there's no point in punishing you if I don't make you work to please me, is there?" and with that, She pressed the first setting, shivering in delight as She heard him make a beautiful sobbing moan, arching slightly and trying not to rock or squirm his hips as the plug buzzed into life within him.

He had very little luck in keeping still, but he did his absolute best not to move too much. He knew he'd not be able to last long with both his mouth and his rear so wonderfully filled. The thoughts of two handsome men fucking his mouth and his behind while his beloved Mistress watched and masturbated herself before him made him giddy with desire, and he found himself instinctively sucking and lapping at the cock gag, moaning around it in pleasure. He startled himself with how loud it was, but the purring of the toy in his rear soon made sure the shame was lost. He couldn't focus one bit on his own modesty, and if someone had walked in right now he probably never would have been able to stop himself from showing his pleasure at being treated like such a naughty whore.

When he felt Her beautiful feet caress along his spine through the dress, he almost sobbed in ecstasy. He wanted so badly to worship Her feet to atone for forgetting to wear the maid uniform, but he knew that would come later and some other time. Right now, She was using him as a footstool, and as he partly opened his eyes, panting through his nose, slurping and sucking lewdly upon the cock gag, and grinding his hips helplessly against the stool as the toy purred firmly in his rear, he could see Her spread Her legs, tug aside the black lace panties, and dip two latex coated fingers into Her beautiful, slick wet cunt.

Her soft moan of bliss sent a shiver right up his spine, and he let out a lust-filled moan with Her, which earned him a smart series of firm swats across his rear, making him squeal and sob louder. "Louder, pet! I can't hear you!" She commanded sharply, Her fingers pumping into Her slit, thumb brushing at Her firm and aroused clitoris, as Her eyes stared down at him sternly. Her perfect breasts had been pulled free of the confines of Her basque, and he could see Her nipples were firm and pert.

He could barely keep his eyes open, the pleasure was that great. He was barely managing to hold onto command of his body even now, so when he felt the plug buzz even harder within him, he squealed loudly and trembled, bucking a little as he almost lost control, panting hard through his nose. A little drool ran over his bottom lip and down his chin under the cock-gag, and a few tears welled up in his eyes from the exertion of self-control, the mascara starting to run slightly.

It was a sight to behold She thought, as Her feet stroked along his spine and across his hip lightly, the riding crop swatting neatly and steadily across his rear, making him give sexy, muffled squeaks and cries through the gag. She worked Her fingers faster within Her body as She moaned with him, panting and scolding him for being such a dirty, naughty girl, and neglecting his duties to Her. Every word out of Her mouth made him sob and moan, every swat sent sharp ripples of pleasure up his spine, and the constant desperate struggle to keep control of his body almost threatened to overwhelm him. His cock and balls ached for release. He begged whatever deity might listen that he could hold on just a little longer as he felt his cock pulse heavily, and he could feel his pre-cum flowing so heavily that the side of the footstool was very slick by now.

Finally, he heard his Mistress give a wonderful cry of ecstasy as She arched and climaxed heavily, Her hips trembling, head thrown back, but Her fingers continued working furiously; She moaned and started spanking him harder with the crop, making sure to whip the backs of his thighs, one bare foot now coming up to rub against his ear and his neck, and across his face, taunting him. She knew full well of his cute little foot-fetish, and how he loved licking and suckling Her toes. He was such a good, obedient pet who was eager to please, but of course he often needed reminding of his duties and responsibilities.

Again She turned the plug up another notch, this time putting it to a full and heavy purr within him, shuddering and biting Her lower lip as She groaned in bliss, hearing him start to make desperate sobbing cries of pleasure and need. He was begging Her to be allowed to cum, and it was enough to bring Her to Her second orgasm. Panting hard, Her breasts bouncing softly as She bucked Her hips and finger-fucked herself rapidly, She grit Her teeth, and pressed the button on the plug yet again.

For a moment, he thought he'd been granted a temporary reprieve, as the toy in his rear suddenly went from a harsh, heavy and almost unbearably pleasurable vibration, to a soft and deep one instead. Instead however he felt it speeding up and becoming a much more violent vibration in a steady climb before suddenly dropping off again. This pulsing, ascending vibration was even harder to focus past than before, and he was barely able to form coherent thought at this point, such was the pleasure.

When he felt Her soft, beautiful feet caress across his cock, he almost came right there and then, and tears rolled down his cheeks as he sobbed loudly, moaning incoherently around the gag as he writhed in ecstasy, feeling Her stroke him deliberately. His eyes were almost rolled back in their sockets, half open, his mascara streaked down his cheeks, long hair loose and flowing about his shoulders. His maid dress was disheveled by Her feet using him as a footstool, and he was visibly trembling in his tight, but comfortable bonds... All he could think of was the heavy pulsing in his rear, and the thick gag in his mouth. All he could imagine was his Mistress moaning in pleasure as She had two gorgeous men fuck him like the slut he was, leaving their cum all over his face and in his rear. All he wanted was to be able to cum, and it took all his willpower to hold on.

"Please cum" the boy begged in his mind, over and over again. Seconds felt like torturous hours as he listened to Her cries and moans, each swat of that riding crop now leaving a pretty red mark across his behind, only adding to the constant pleasure he was receiving; that he was so helpless and restrained didn't help matters.

Finally, he heard his Mistress almost scream out in the utter nadir of pleasure, as Her third climax hit Her hard enough to make Her tense all over, and arch Her hips off the bed, fingers buried deeply into Her cunny, Her whole body trembling - but still no command came from Her. She hadn't yet given him permission, and he was so close, he didn't think he could hold back.

"Cum for me, dirty little slut!" He finally heard, and almost as if on command, sobbing and almost screaming through the gag, he orgasmed powerfully, his thick seed spurting forth and splattering across his stocking clad knees, his Mistress's foot, and the footstool itself. Again and again his cock pulsed, releasing every drop of his cum that had been held back for so long, and finally he felt the plug in his rear turn off. He lay there, panting, sobbing mutedly into the gag, tears and mascara streaking his pretty features.

He was so out of it he barely felt Her remove his bindings, and slide the cock gag from his lips, setting it aside. It was all he could do to stay coherent at all, when She carefully tugged the butt-plug from his abused rear, and straightened up his maid uniform. When She brought Her cum soaked foot gently up this lips and She smiled at him tenderly though, he smiled back, shivering in delight, before he closed his eyes and took Her foot in his hands. He parted his painted lips, and he lapped up his own semen from Her foot obediently, pretty, feminine moans escaping as he dutifully cleaned up after himself...

She moaned softly, gently stroking and caressing Her breasts, soothingly whispering gentle words of praise. "Good pet... You did so well. Enjoy your treat." She cooed, Her other leg softly hooking around his shoulders, cradling him lovingly. When he was finally done, he nuzzled Her foot with a happy little moan, shivering in delight, letting Her dry Her foot upon his uniform and his face.

Gently, She leaned down and took Her pet into Her arms, pulling him to the bed, and laying with him in Her arms, his face pressed against Her breast as She smiled.

"What do we say, pet?"
"Thank you, Mistress." He replied, earnestly and happily. "I love you" She smiled and nodded, brushing a sweet kiss across his lips.
"You're very welcome... and I love you too, dear pet."

In each other's arms, the Mistress and Her beloved pet drifted into peaceful, happy slumber, a blissful smile on both their lips.