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One Ella of a Date
"Slave, get in here!"
I called out from my bathroom, the water from the shower still dripping off my shiny damp skin.
"Coming, mistress!"
Ella responded, dropping the folded laundry onto my bed, to rush into the bathroom.
She was wearing her short black French-style maid outfit, with clean shiny black heels on her stockings covered feet. She instantly began to blush as she glimpsed at me in all my wet naked finery. She only looked for about a second before averting her gaze from me.
"Ahem."
I scoffed expectantly at her.
"Sorry, mistress."
She quickly apologised and grabbed the warmed soft fluffy red towel from the hook on the wall and held it open to wrap around my glistening naked body. Still trying her best not to gawk at my womanhood.
"Thank you."
I thanked her, as she left me to pat myself down and begin drying myself off.
"Make yourself useful, slave. Prepare my nail polish kit for me."
I commanded.
"Yes, mistress."
She nodded her head and rushed over to the bathroom cabinet to get my nail kit.
"What colour would suit me best tonight?"
I asked her as I lowered the towel to dry my legs.
Ella turned to look at me, and blushed again as she gazed at my full bouncing tits in all their womanly glory. My nipples were standing on end like little peaks of pink frosting atop a pair of big spongy cupcakes, but that was just from the lovely cold shower I just had making them erect.
She quickly withdrew her gaze from my tits, down to my foot.
"Red always suits you best, mistress. Though you make any colour look beautiful."
She advised and complimented me.
"Thank you. Red it is, then."
I smiled sweetly at her.
Ella naturally took the nail polish remover out of the kit, the cotton ball packet, as well as a pot of red nail paint, and placed those items down onto the closed toilet lid. I threw my towel into her hands, and pointed at my feet. She instinctively knew to drop to her knees, folding the towel across her lap, as I pressed one foot down onto the towel, and she helpfully dried my foot for me. I then pulled my foot away, and placed my other foot onto her lap, for her to dry it for me.
"Clean my toenails up for me now."
I told her, in a sweet yet firm manner of voice as I kept my foot pressing against her lap. She had already pedicured my feet for me a few days ago, so my toenails were still looking immaculate, apart from the dried and chipped black paint on them. I was sure I could feel some firmness from her lap as I pressed my foot against her crotch. I bit my lip knowing her little clitty was getting a little excited by being little more than a fabric's width away from my naked touch.
"Yes, mistress."
She smiled up at me briefly, and quickly took out some cotton balls from the packet, and unscrewed the lid of the nail polish remover. I watched her as she focused on her task, holding a cotton ball over the bottle opening, and tipping it up to soak the ball in remover. She then set the bottle of remover down, and began to rub the now soaked ball across my big toe nail.
"Do be a little firm, slave. I don't want to see a single flake of old paint on my nails after you finish."
I instructed her.
"Yes, mistress. Only the best for you."
She smiled sweetly up at me, before focusing back on my nails.
She was quite the quick little worker. In just under 10 minutes, she had completely scrubbed all of the old dry paint off of my toe nails on both feet. I carefully inspected my nails, and true to form, she didn't leave a single flake of paint on me. "Good girl, Ella. Well done." I praised her.
"That was the boring part out of the way. Now for the fun part."
I then stated with a grin, as Ella picked up the red nail paint pot, and handed it to me. She knew I enjoyed painting my own nails, and I'm much better at it than she is, and she totally didn't want a repeat of the last time she tried to paint my nails, nor the punishment she received for it. In a rare occasion, she was very relieved that her mistress was so eager to do it herself.
"Remove those items, and bend over for me."
I ordered her, and she took those items off the closed lid, and then bent over forward, on her hands and knees with her back straight. I then sat down onto the closed toilet seat, and placed one foot onto Ella's back, using her as a footstool.
"You better keep still, slave."
I warned her, as I then began to carefully and neatly paint my nails, starting with my big toe.
"Yes, mistress."
She sighed dutifully, wanting to do as good a job for me as possible. She was very good. She kept perfectly still for me, even after 10 minutes, when her arms began to very lightly shake from the effort, she somehow mustered the balance to keep her back straight throughout it.
Finally, I was all done with both feet. I lifted my foot up and placed it under her nose.
"Blow for me."
I ordered her, and she immediately pursed her lips together and aimed her blowing breath across my toes.
"Good girl. Keep this up, and I'll have to put your blowing skills towards something else!"
I teased with a giggle. She was too busy blowing air, to reply with a 'Yes, mistress. Thank you, mistress', though I could tell how appreciative she was. I then gave her my other foot to blow on for me.
Luckily for her, the paint only takes a couple minutes to dry. I got up, and commanded her to continue with her other chores, like putting my clean clothes away and dusting/hoovering my place for me while I go into my bedroom to continue getting myself ready for my date this afternoon.
I didn't see Ella again for a couple hours, as after she finished her chores, she had left to do my shopping from the list I had given her earlier. By the time she came back in with the shopping, I was all dressed up and ready for my date. I was wearing a nice little tight red mini dress, and black lacy stockings. I didn't have my heels on though. My hair was as beautifully styled as my makeup was. I looked really glamorous, even if I do say so myself!
"Wow! You look so beautiful, mistress!"
Ella complimented me as she walked in with the bags of shopping.
"Thank you. Be a sweetheart, and put those away for me."
I ordered, pointing at the shopping bags.
"Gladly, mistress."
She smiled sweetly at me and almost skipped to the kitchen to do as she was told.
I checked my phone for the time/messages. I then fell down onto my sofa, picking up my last working Xbox controller to start a game up.
"Any word on your date's arrival, mistress?"
Ella asked me as she came back into the living room a short time later.
"They'll be here about two-ish."
I answered her, not taking my eyes off my game.
"Oh, nearly here then!"
Ella grinned excitedly, I took my eyes off the screen to look at the clock on the wall. It was 02:06pm.
"Oh shit! Yeah!"
I quickly sat up and saved my game, before turning my console off. I got up off the sofa and tended gently to my hair in the mirror, making sure it's still looking nice.
"Relax, mistress. Everything's taken care of for you. Just enjoy your date when they arrive."
Ella calmly smiled at me in reassurance.
"Thank you, darling. Does the back of my dress look OK?"
I asked her with my back turned to her.
She walked over a little closer to me.
"Looks good, mistress."
She reassured me.
"You sure? It feels a little loose around my bum?"
I queried as I adjusted the short frilly skirt on the hem of it, pulling the fabric tight over the shape of my rump.
Ella approached a little closer, and reassured me again.
"Honestly. You look beautiful in it, mistress."
She stated, though I could feel the burning of her eyes into the seat of my bum.
"Hmm, OK. I trust your judgement. How about a kiss for good luck?"
I softly chuckled as I wiggled my hips at her.
"Of course, mistress."
Ella dutifully agreed, not that she needed any encouragement as she eagerly squatted down behind me and placed a kiss onto my bum, with a loud lip-smack to boot.
"Good luck, mistress."
She then stated cheerfully.
I giggled and grinned. And right on time.. ish.. My door buzzer went off.
"Ella."
I turned around to look at her. I didn't have to say anything else, she knew exactly what I wanted her to do. She stood up straight, and walked over to the door. She opened it.
"Hello, young madam. Please, come in."
Ella greeted my date and stepped aside to let them in.
In walked Anastasia (my workplace lover) looking very casual in just her black skinny jeans and grey t-shirt. She had some dark eyeliner/shadow around her eyes, and a little bit of dark red lipstick on, but that was it. The contrast between us was quite something, her looking casual, and me looking all glammed up. She had a large black JD plastic sports backpack around her shoulder.
"Hey sexy."
She greeted me with a big grin as we embraced in a little quick smooch and hug.
"Please, have a seat. Get comfy."
I then smiled at her. She didn't need telling twice. She threw her backpack down onto a cushion, and slumped down onto the sofa, kicking her converse trainers off her feet, revealing she had no socks on. Ella immediately rushed over to pick her shoes up and neatly place them beside the front door, next to my trainers.
"Would you like a drink, babe?"
I asked her.
"You got some Coke?"
She asked.
"Sure. Ella, bring us 2 Diet Cokes. You know how I like mine,"
I ordered Ella,
"Do you want ice and lemon in yours?"
I asked Stacy.
"Just ice for me, please."
She smiled.
"Hold the lemon from hers."
I instructed Ella.
"Yes, mistress. Ma'am."
Ella nodded towards the both of us, and disappeared into the kitchen to get our drinks. I sat down beside Stacy, and almost immediately we cuddled up together and started making out a little.
Ella returned, placing a small drinks tray down onto the coffee table next to the sofa, where 2 clean glasses filled with fizzling dark brown Coke sat atop, with the ice in them clinking around against the glass. I stopped kissing Stacy, to pick my drink up, which was obviously the one with the lemon slice stuck onto the rim of the glass.
Ella handed Stacy her drink, with a sweet little "Enjoy, ma'am." smile.
"So this is who you were telling me about? Does she really act like a slave for you?"
Stacy asked with a playful giggle.
"Oh she doesn't act like it. She is my slave."
I grinned.
"No, really. Does she do anything you tell her to do?"
Stacy questioned me, grinning playfully.
"Of course. She does any and everything for me that I want her to do. I haven't had to do any washing up or laundry for a good month now!"
I chuckled boastfully.
"Would she do mine for me, as well?"
She asked, biting her lip.
"Why, did you bring your laundry with you?"
I asked with a laugh.
"Well..."
Stacy went quiet, and looked towards her bag with a cheeky smile.
"Oh my god, did you actually bring your dirty laundry with you?"
I asked in shocked, and then burst out laughing.
"I wanted to test your slave out..."
She admitted with a blush and bite of her lip.
"Ella, come here,"
I ordered my slave after I finished laughing,
"Stacy has a job for you to do."
"Yes, mistress. How may I be of service?"
Ella smiled dutifully.
"Go on then. Tell her."
I nodded at Stacy.
"Um, could you..."
Stacy paused, and then grabbed her bag from the sofa cushion near her,
"Wash these for me, please?"
She reluctantly handed Ella her bag. Almost like as if she was embarrassed to be taking such liberties with my own generosity to let her use my personal slave like this.
"Yes, ma'am,"
Ella submissively replied, and opened the bag a little to peer inside to see what it is she wants washing,
"I'll go put these on the spin now."
She started to walk to the kitchen where the washing machine is.
"Hold up, slave!"
I quickly called out as i placed my drink down onto the tray and rushed off the sofa to Ella, who had stopped in her tracks at my call. I took the bag from her, opened it and inspected the dirty laundry inside it. The bag of dirty clothes did smell just a little bit musty, but not in an overpowering way. In fact I could even sense a little bit of stale yet sweet perfume amongst the odours.
"Hmm..."
I pondered thoughtfully, and reached a hand into the bag to rummage around in it by feel alone. I then pulled out a pair of skull-patterned knickers. They didn't look dirty to me, although they had clearly been worn recently as the fabric was a little loose and crinkled. Upon closer inspection, I did notice a little clear patch had formed around the crotch of it. She totally must have gotten really horny and wet while wearing these, the naughty thought occurred to me.
"Make sure you clean these clothes thoroughly. Dry and iron them afterwards, too."
I instructed Ella.
"Yes, mistress, of course."
Ella nodded dutifully as I handed the bag of clothes back to her. She held the bag open, expecting me to return the knickers too.
"Well, go on. Proceed with your chore, slave."
I narrowed my eyes at her, as I began twirling the knickers around my finger.
"Yes, mistress, sorry. Thank you, mistress."
Ella bowed and curtsied, and continued with her duties, while I turned on my heel and walked back over to the sofa.
"If you wanted to finger around my knickers so badly, you're free to do so with me right now."
Stacy joked and giggled as she looked at me twirling her knickers around my finger.
"Is that so?"
I giggled, placed her dirty knickers down onto the arm of the sofa, and leaned onto her as I kissed her lips again, while my other hand started heading down towards the waist of her jeans.
"Can I.. Finger.. Around your knickers right now, then?"
I asked her between sexy smooches.
"...Well you could, if I had bothered to wear any today."
She revealed her naughty secret with a playful giggle.
"Mmmm you dirty girl!"
I teased her playfully and carried on snogging her,
"I like you dirty..."
"Me? You're the kinky bitch playing with my dirty knickers!"
She laughed between smooches.
"It's payment."
I replied curtly.
"Payment for what?"
She giggled as I started kissing and slobbering around her chin while my fingers slid into her jeans.
"For using my slave's laundry service."
I told her abruptly, and started suckling on her neck with small wet kisses.
"Mmmmm sounds like a good bargain to me..."
She started sighing heavily as my fingers began working around her exposed naked pussy, stroking and teasing against her excitable clit. Her soft velvety warm juices began to seep from her almost immediately as my fingers played around on her, as I climbed on top of her lap to continue making out heavily with her.
We was really getting into it, when Stacy turned her head and opened her eyes wide.
"Does she always do that?"
She asked me, breaking my rhythm. I turned to see what she was looking at it. Ella was awkwardly standing near the sofa, nervously scratching her arm as she bowed her head. She had no chores to do, and so was just dutifully awaiting her next orders from her mistress.
"Don't mind her. She's just on duty, is all."
I replied.
"But she keeps peeking at us?"
Stacy scrunched her lips up. I looked at Ella, who was trying her best to keep her head bowed, but I caught her glimpsing briefly towards us.
"Does her watching us bother you?"
I asked Stacy.
"Not really, just..."
She bit her lip.
"If you don't want her to look, just tell her. She's promised to serve my guests in whatever way she can."
I explained.
"Really? ...Ella, stop looking."
Stacy ordered her with a mean stare.
"Yes, ma'am. Sorry."
Ella turned her head to the side, averting her gaze from us.
"Now sit like a dog."
Stacy ordered.
"Yes, ma'am."
Ella squatted down, and then sat on her bum with her legs bent outwards, with her hands held onto the floor in front of her, posing just like how a dog sits.
"Oh this is fun!"
Stacy laughed tauntingly,
"Now roll over!"
"...Ma'am."
Ella looked a little confused, glancing at me for reassurance, but she did as she was told, and rolled over onto her back.
"Hahahaha! Oh my god!"
Stacy laughed at her.
"Hey! Stop taking advantage of my slave's willingness to serve!"
I yelled at her, though admittedly with some amusement at the spectacle.
"Sorry. But that's so awesome! Does... Does she also... You know?"
Stacy inquired with a bite of her lip.
"She does anything I tell her to do. Anything."
I winked.
"Mmmm... I have this really naughty idea now, of what we could make her do for us."
Stacy grinned naughtily.
"Yeah? What do you have in mind?"
I seductively giggled.
"Let's make her... Order us a pizza!"
Stacy grinned even brighter. That was not something me, nor Ella I'm sure, was expecting her to say.
"What? I'm hungry."
Stacy chuckled.
"OK. Ella, stand up and order us a pizza please. From my favourite takeaway place. You know the one."
I ordered her.
"Yes, mistress."
Ella nodded, stood up straight and pulled out her mobile phone from the front pocket of her maid outfit.
"Deep pan, extra large, double cheese and double pepperoni. Any topping you want?"
I reminded Ella, and then asked Stacy.
"No, pepperoni is fine. Although get the stuffed crust one."
Stacy added.
"And a cheesy stuffed crust."
I told Ella, not that I needed to as she already heard what Stacy wanted.
"Yes, mistress."
Ella replied and began to place the order.
We both sat there, me mounting Stacy, as we watched Ella ordering on the phone. After she finished and hanged up the phone, she told me, "They said it'll be here in about 45 minutes."
"45 minutes?! That's outrageous!"
I scoffed in shock.
"Sorry, mistress. It's busy for them right now, they said."
Ella looked visibly upset at seeing her mistress disappointed.
"Ugh... T'is fine. Not your fault. Though I still feel like someone should get a spanking now for this!"
I sneered.
Stacy laughed, while Ella looked concerned, as she knew I wasn't joking.
"So? Which one of you two wants a spanking?"
I then asked the room.
"Oh my god, my butt is still tingling from that spanking you gave me the other week!"
Stacy joked and laughed.
"If it pleases you mistress, I'll gladly take your spanking."
Ella dutifully offered herself up as willing sacrifice.
"Aww, thank you slave. But I know how to solve this conundrum,"
I smirked,
"Why don't you be a good little slave, and soothe Stacy's sore buttcheeks for her with kisses, while I spank your lovely arse?"
"Would she really kiss my butt better?"
Stacy asked with a giggle.
"Of course. I told you, she'll do anything for me."
I winked at her. She then turned to look at Ella.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Get over here and pucker those lips up!"
Stacy ordered with a playful excited sneer on her cute face. She is rather cute when she's trying to act mean.
"Y-yes, ma'am."
Ella was shocked by the eagerness of the demand, but hastily marched over to the sofa to do as she was told.
I got off Stacy's lap, allowing her to undo the button on her jeans, and watched as she slowly pulled them down her thighs to expose all of her beautiful round bubblebutt. She grabbed her dirty knickers off the arm of the sofa, playfully threw them in my face so that she could lay the top half of her body down onto the arm comfortably, with her knees tucked under her lower half so as to perfectly hold her bum in ripe butt-kissing position.
I placed Stacy's knickers onto the other arm of the sofa, and then I sat myself properly onto the sofa, beside Stacy and I took a moment to fully appreciate the naked sight of her gorgeous ripe peach of a bum in such an exposed open position. I then patted my hand onto my lap, instructing Ella to hitch the little miniskirt of her maid's uniform up and get herself into position, laying across my lap with her face right there behind my date, getting herself a real face full of Stacy.
"Start kissing her bum better, slave."
I ordered Ella, who somewhat nervously yet eagerly began to plant soft comforting kiss after sweet soothing kiss all over the cheeks of Stacy's bum.
"Good girl. Now, don't take this personally."
I praised and then softly giggled, as I brought my open palm down hard onto the exposed cheek of Ella's bum. Her cheeks were fully exposed for me, as she was only wearing a tiny little black thong. I must admit, her bum did look like a real sweet peach, and here I was bruising it with sharp spank after spank.
With every stinging spank, I'd pause to rub the sting out of her cheek. Well, it may be mean of me to spank her for no real reason, so the least I could do is give my slave some comfort with a soothing bum rub between each smacks.
All the while, Ella was dutifully kissing Stacy's ass. The only pause she made was to let out a little sigh or groan from one of my spanks, but she immediately continued with her duty.
"This is making me feel so naughty!"
Stacy commented as she giggled naughtily and wiggled her bum into Ella's face.
"You're a very lucky slave, aren't you Ella? I hope you appreciate just how special of a treat this is for you. I mean, it's not everyday someone is lucky enough to be close enough to Anastasia's beautiful ass to even smell it's sweet aroma, let alone kiss it!"
I stated with a playful chuckle. Stacy giggled and I could tell she blushed a little by my compliment.
"Yes, mistress. Thank you so much, mistress!"
Ella thanked me for a second before instantly planting more soothing kisses to Stacy's ass.
"Shame I'm ruining your enjoyment of it with these spanks."
I giggled naughtily and made the stinging slap of a spank ring out across the room. I then rubbed her pinkening cheek with a soothing hand. Her cheeks felt nice and spongy, as well as really hot now, as I couldn't help but to squeeze her spongy flesh.
"How's that arse of yours feeling now, baby?"
I asked Stacy sweetly.
"Oooh yeah, feels loads better thanks!"
She cheered with a big grin and another wiggle of it in Ella's face.
"Good. I think Ella's job is done now. It's my turn to enjoy that juicy peach of yours!"
I grinned, as Stacy giggled and then got off the sofa.
I pushed against Ella's bum.
"Move, slave."
She got off of my lap to stand next to Stacy, and I stood up, so now all three of us was standing by the sofa.
"You know, I always wanted to try this. Lay down, sweetie. On your back"
I instructed Ella kindly, who did as she was told and laid down onto the sofa.
"Hands behind your back. Lay on them."
I told her, and she did as she was told.
"Good. Now, let's fuck on her!"
I cheered to Stacy with a big playful grin, who looked at me amused.
She stepped out of her jeans, still had her top on though, and I just lifted my dress up, revealing my lingerie and stockings complete with belt and garters, and crotchless knickers. She jumped onto me, pushing me down onto Ella, and we began heavily making out on top of my slave.
Ella was groaning and straining to breathe, but she never once complained or moaned about all the naked feminine weight piling down on top of her. She just happily carried out her duty as our human mattress. We quickly learned how nice and pleasing all the little bits and bumps of Ella's body and face was to rub our intimate areas against, as we fucked each other right on top of her.
My particular favourite position was when I sat reverse on Ella's face, and leaned right back with her nose wedged up against the crack of my bum, delightfully stimulating and pleasing my little butthole with the little firm squidgy bump of her nosetip, while my pussy was all exposed for Stacy to dive right in on and eat me out with her beautiful pleasurable tongue.
Of course, being the kindhearted domme I am, I did give Ella's nose just enough of a little tiny bit of breathing room down in that deep dark crevice so she didn't go suffocating on me...
It wasn't long before both me and Stacy were turning into a naughty cummy squirty mess with each other, on top of Ella. After the orgasms subsided, we quickly found another good use to having an eager slave beneath us. We took it in turns to get a good clean-up licking from her!
Just as Ella finished licking me clean, the door buzzed.
"Ooh, pizza's here!"
Stacy cheered, as she began to rub her hungry tummy at the thought of it.
"About time. Ella, bring it in."
I ordered my helpful slave.
"Yes, mistress."
She barely had any time to lick her lips and straighten out her outfit, as she quickly and diligently got up off the sofa, and rushed to the door. She still had both mine and Stacy's pussy cum juice glistening around the chops of her mouth and chin, as well as having the soft pink marks temporarily embedded into her face from where she had been sat on by us for so long. I can only imagine what the pizza delivery boy must have thought upon seeing her when she paid for and took in the extra large pizza box.
She brought it in, as me and Stacy sexily made out and licked each other's juice off each other's lips.
"From one tasty meal, to another."
I giggled playfully as our eyes turned onto the pizza, which Ella had so helpfully sat down onto the coffee table and opened for us.
"Would mistress or ma'am like a plate?"
Ella asked us.
"Thanks, darling. But we enjoy making our fingers sticky together."
I winked at Stacy who giggled at my flirty remark.
"Let's make them more sticky after we've ate."
She then winked back at me, as we sat down to enjoy the pizza together.
"Ella, put a film on for us. Any one of my animated Batman films will do."
I told my slave.
"Yes, mistress."
She walked over to my DVD shelf to pick out and set up a film for us to enjoy with our pizza.
"And fix us both a fresh glass of Diet Coke. Put the drinks in fancy wine glasses this time. Let's make this a classy meal..."
I softly chuckled to myself.
"Yes, mistress."
Ella smiled pleasantly and carried out her duties.
She brought us over our drinks, set them down, and stepped back to say, "Enjoy your meal, mistress. Ma'am." And that's just what we did. And after the dinner - and before the film was even halfway finished - we continued to eat each other, before moving things to the bedroom for even more fun together.
And all the while, Ella was never more than a few feet away to serve us in whatever way we wanted, and however we saw fit...
The end.
With the thanks out of the way, please enjoy my story and let me know what you think of it in the comments at the bottom of the page. Thank you :)
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One Ella of a Date
"Slave, get in here!"
I called out from my bathroom, the water from the shower still dripping off my shiny damp skin.
"Coming, mistress!"
Ella responded, dropping the folded laundry onto my bed, to rush into the bathroom.
She was wearing her short black French-style maid outfit, with clean shiny black heels on her stockings covered feet. She instantly began to blush as she glimpsed at me in all my wet naked finery. She only looked for about a second before averting her gaze from me.
"Ahem."
I scoffed expectantly at her.
"Sorry, mistress."
She quickly apologised and grabbed the warmed soft fluffy red towel from the hook on the wall and held it open to wrap around my glistening naked body. Still trying her best not to gawk at my womanhood.
"Thank you."
I thanked her, as she left me to pat myself down and begin drying myself off.
"Make yourself useful, slave. Prepare my nail polish kit for me."
I commanded.
"Yes, mistress."
She nodded her head and rushed over to the bathroom cabinet to get my nail kit.
"What colour would suit me best tonight?"
I asked her as I lowered the towel to dry my legs.
Ella turned to look at me, and blushed again as she gazed at my full bouncing tits in all their womanly glory. My nipples were standing on end like little peaks of pink frosting atop a pair of big spongy cupcakes, but that was just from the lovely cold shower I just had making them erect.
She quickly withdrew her gaze from my tits, down to my foot.
"Red always suits you best, mistress. Though you make any colour look beautiful."
She advised and complimented me.
"Thank you. Red it is, then."
I smiled sweetly at her.
Ella naturally took the nail polish remover out of the kit, the cotton ball packet, as well as a pot of red nail paint, and placed those items down onto the closed toilet lid. I threw my towel into her hands, and pointed at my feet. She instinctively knew to drop to her knees, folding the towel across her lap, as I pressed one foot down onto the towel, and she helpfully dried my foot for me. I then pulled my foot away, and placed my other foot onto her lap, for her to dry it for me.
"Clean my toenails up for me now."
I told her, in a sweet yet firm manner of voice as I kept my foot pressing against her lap. She had already pedicured my feet for me a few days ago, so my toenails were still looking immaculate, apart from the dried and chipped black paint on them. I was sure I could feel some firmness from her lap as I pressed my foot against her crotch. I bit my lip knowing her little clitty was getting a little excited by being little more than a fabric's width away from my naked touch.
"Yes, mistress."
She smiled up at me briefly, and quickly took out some cotton balls from the packet, and unscrewed the lid of the nail polish remover. I watched her as she focused on her task, holding a cotton ball over the bottle opening, and tipping it up to soak the ball in remover. She then set the bottle of remover down, and began to rub the now soaked ball across my big toe nail.
"Do be a little firm, slave. I don't want to see a single flake of old paint on my nails after you finish."
I instructed her.
"Yes, mistress. Only the best for you."
She smiled sweetly up at me, before focusing back on my nails.
She was quite the quick little worker. In just under 10 minutes, she had completely scrubbed all of the old dry paint off of my toe nails on both feet. I carefully inspected my nails, and true to form, she didn't leave a single flake of paint on me. "Good girl, Ella. Well done." I praised her.
"That was the boring part out of the way. Now for the fun part."
I then stated with a grin, as Ella picked up the red nail paint pot, and handed it to me. She knew I enjoyed painting my own nails, and I'm much better at it than she is, and she totally didn't want a repeat of the last time she tried to paint my nails, nor the punishment she received for it. In a rare occasion, she was very relieved that her mistress was so eager to do it herself.
"Remove those items, and bend over for me."
I ordered her, and she took those items off the closed lid, and then bent over forward, on her hands and knees with her back straight. I then sat down onto the closed toilet seat, and placed one foot onto Ella's back, using her as a footstool.
"You better keep still, slave."
I warned her, as I then began to carefully and neatly paint my nails, starting with my big toe.
"Yes, mistress."
She sighed dutifully, wanting to do as good a job for me as possible. She was very good. She kept perfectly still for me, even after 10 minutes, when her arms began to very lightly shake from the effort, she somehow mustered the balance to keep her back straight throughout it.
Finally, I was all done with both feet. I lifted my foot up and placed it under her nose.
"Blow for me."
I ordered her, and she immediately pursed her lips together and aimed her blowing breath across my toes.
"Good girl. Keep this up, and I'll have to put your blowing skills towards something else!"
I teased with a giggle. She was too busy blowing air, to reply with a 'Yes, mistress. Thank you, mistress', though I could tell how appreciative she was. I then gave her my other foot to blow on for me.
Luckily for her, the paint only takes a couple minutes to dry. I got up, and commanded her to continue with her other chores, like putting my clean clothes away and dusting/hoovering my place for me while I go into my bedroom to continue getting myself ready for my date this afternoon.
I didn't see Ella again for a couple hours, as after she finished her chores, she had left to do my shopping from the list I had given her earlier. By the time she came back in with the shopping, I was all dressed up and ready for my date. I was wearing a nice little tight red mini dress, and black lacy stockings. I didn't have my heels on though. My hair was as beautifully styled as my makeup was. I looked really glamorous, even if I do say so myself!
"Wow! You look so beautiful, mistress!"
Ella complimented me as she walked in with the bags of shopping.
"Thank you. Be a sweetheart, and put those away for me."
I ordered, pointing at the shopping bags.
"Gladly, mistress."
She smiled sweetly at me and almost skipped to the kitchen to do as she was told.
I checked my phone for the time/messages. I then fell down onto my sofa, picking up my last working Xbox controller to start a game up.
"Any word on your date's arrival, mistress?"
Ella asked me as she came back into the living room a short time later.
"They'll be here about two-ish."
I answered her, not taking my eyes off my game.
"Oh, nearly here then!"
Ella grinned excitedly, I took my eyes off the screen to look at the clock on the wall. It was 02:06pm.
"Oh shit! Yeah!"
I quickly sat up and saved my game, before turning my console off. I got up off the sofa and tended gently to my hair in the mirror, making sure it's still looking nice.
"Relax, mistress. Everything's taken care of for you. Just enjoy your date when they arrive."
Ella calmly smiled at me in reassurance.
"Thank you, darling. Does the back of my dress look OK?"
I asked her with my back turned to her.
She walked over a little closer to me.
"Looks good, mistress."
She reassured me.
"You sure? It feels a little loose around my bum?"
I queried as I adjusted the short frilly skirt on the hem of it, pulling the fabric tight over the shape of my rump.
Ella approached a little closer, and reassured me again.
"Honestly. You look beautiful in it, mistress."
She stated, though I could feel the burning of her eyes into the seat of my bum.
"Hmm, OK. I trust your judgement. How about a kiss for good luck?"
I softly chuckled as I wiggled my hips at her.
"Of course, mistress."
Ella dutifully agreed, not that she needed any encouragement as she eagerly squatted down behind me and placed a kiss onto my bum, with a loud lip-smack to boot.
"Good luck, mistress."
She then stated cheerfully.
I giggled and grinned. And right on time.. ish.. My door buzzer went off.
"Ella."
I turned around to look at her. I didn't have to say anything else, she knew exactly what I wanted her to do. She stood up straight, and walked over to the door. She opened it.
"Hello, young madam. Please, come in."
Ella greeted my date and stepped aside to let them in.
In walked Anastasia (my workplace lover) looking very casual in just her black skinny jeans and grey t-shirt. She had some dark eyeliner/shadow around her eyes, and a little bit of dark red lipstick on, but that was it. The contrast between us was quite something, her looking casual, and me looking all glammed up. She had a large black JD plastic sports backpack around her shoulder.
"Hey sexy."
She greeted me with a big grin as we embraced in a little quick smooch and hug.
"Please, have a seat. Get comfy."
I then smiled at her. She didn't need telling twice. She threw her backpack down onto a cushion, and slumped down onto the sofa, kicking her converse trainers off her feet, revealing she had no socks on. Ella immediately rushed over to pick her shoes up and neatly place them beside the front door, next to my trainers.
"Would you like a drink, babe?"
I asked her.
"You got some Coke?"
She asked.
"Sure. Ella, bring us 2 Diet Cokes. You know how I like mine,"
I ordered Ella,
"Do you want ice and lemon in yours?"
I asked Stacy.
"Just ice for me, please."
She smiled.
"Hold the lemon from hers."
I instructed Ella.
"Yes, mistress. Ma'am."
Ella nodded towards the both of us, and disappeared into the kitchen to get our drinks. I sat down beside Stacy, and almost immediately we cuddled up together and started making out a little.
Ella returned, placing a small drinks tray down onto the coffee table next to the sofa, where 2 clean glasses filled with fizzling dark brown Coke sat atop, with the ice in them clinking around against the glass. I stopped kissing Stacy, to pick my drink up, which was obviously the one with the lemon slice stuck onto the rim of the glass.
Ella handed Stacy her drink, with a sweet little "Enjoy, ma'am." smile.
"So this is who you were telling me about? Does she really act like a slave for you?"
Stacy asked with a playful giggle.
"Oh she doesn't act like it. She is my slave."
I grinned.
"No, really. Does she do anything you tell her to do?"
Stacy questioned me, grinning playfully.
"Of course. She does any and everything for me that I want her to do. I haven't had to do any washing up or laundry for a good month now!"
I chuckled boastfully.
"Would she do mine for me, as well?"
She asked, biting her lip.
"Why, did you bring your laundry with you?"
I asked with a laugh.
"Well..."
Stacy went quiet, and looked towards her bag with a cheeky smile.
"Oh my god, did you actually bring your dirty laundry with you?"
I asked in shocked, and then burst out laughing.
"I wanted to test your slave out..."
She admitted with a blush and bite of her lip.
"Ella, come here,"
I ordered my slave after I finished laughing,
"Stacy has a job for you to do."
"Yes, mistress. How may I be of service?"
Ella smiled dutifully.
"Go on then. Tell her."
I nodded at Stacy.
"Um, could you..."
Stacy paused, and then grabbed her bag from the sofa cushion near her,
"Wash these for me, please?"
She reluctantly handed Ella her bag. Almost like as if she was embarrassed to be taking such liberties with my own generosity to let her use my personal slave like this.
"Yes, ma'am,"
Ella submissively replied, and opened the bag a little to peer inside to see what it is she wants washing,
"I'll go put these on the spin now."
She started to walk to the kitchen where the washing machine is.
"Hold up, slave!"
I quickly called out as i placed my drink down onto the tray and rushed off the sofa to Ella, who had stopped in her tracks at my call. I took the bag from her, opened it and inspected the dirty laundry inside it. The bag of dirty clothes did smell just a little bit musty, but not in an overpowering way. In fact I could even sense a little bit of stale yet sweet perfume amongst the odours.
"Hmm..."
I pondered thoughtfully, and reached a hand into the bag to rummage around in it by feel alone. I then pulled out a pair of skull-patterned knickers. They didn't look dirty to me, although they had clearly been worn recently as the fabric was a little loose and crinkled. Upon closer inspection, I did notice a little clear patch had formed around the crotch of it. She totally must have gotten really horny and wet while wearing these, the naughty thought occurred to me.
"Make sure you clean these clothes thoroughly. Dry and iron them afterwards, too."
I instructed Ella.
"Yes, mistress, of course."
Ella nodded dutifully as I handed the bag of clothes back to her. She held the bag open, expecting me to return the knickers too.
"Well, go on. Proceed with your chore, slave."
I narrowed my eyes at her, as I began twirling the knickers around my finger.
"Yes, mistress, sorry. Thank you, mistress."
Ella bowed and curtsied, and continued with her duties, while I turned on my heel and walked back over to the sofa.
"If you wanted to finger around my knickers so badly, you're free to do so with me right now."
Stacy joked and giggled as she looked at me twirling her knickers around my finger.
"Is that so?"
I giggled, placed her dirty knickers down onto the arm of the sofa, and leaned onto her as I kissed her lips again, while my other hand started heading down towards the waist of her jeans.
"Can I.. Finger.. Around your knickers right now, then?"
I asked her between sexy smooches.
"...Well you could, if I had bothered to wear any today."
She revealed her naughty secret with a playful giggle.
"Mmmm you dirty girl!"
I teased her playfully and carried on snogging her,
"I like you dirty..."
"Me? You're the kinky bitch playing with my dirty knickers!"
She laughed between smooches.
"It's payment."
I replied curtly.
"Payment for what?"
She giggled as I started kissing and slobbering around her chin while my fingers slid into her jeans.
"For using my slave's laundry service."
I told her abruptly, and started suckling on her neck with small wet kisses.
"Mmmmm sounds like a good bargain to me..."
She started sighing heavily as my fingers began working around her exposed naked pussy, stroking and teasing against her excitable clit. Her soft velvety warm juices began to seep from her almost immediately as my fingers played around on her, as I climbed on top of her lap to continue making out heavily with her.
We was really getting into it, when Stacy turned her head and opened her eyes wide.
"Does she always do that?"
She asked me, breaking my rhythm. I turned to see what she was looking at it. Ella was awkwardly standing near the sofa, nervously scratching her arm as she bowed her head. She had no chores to do, and so was just dutifully awaiting her next orders from her mistress.
"Don't mind her. She's just on duty, is all."
I replied.
"But she keeps peeking at us?"
Stacy scrunched her lips up. I looked at Ella, who was trying her best to keep her head bowed, but I caught her glimpsing briefly towards us.
"Does her watching us bother you?"
I asked Stacy.
"Not really, just..."
She bit her lip.
"If you don't want her to look, just tell her. She's promised to serve my guests in whatever way she can."
I explained.
"Really? ...Ella, stop looking."
Stacy ordered her with a mean stare.
"Yes, ma'am. Sorry."
Ella turned her head to the side, averting her gaze from us.
"Now sit like a dog."
Stacy ordered.
"Yes, ma'am."
Ella squatted down, and then sat on her bum with her legs bent outwards, with her hands held onto the floor in front of her, posing just like how a dog sits.
"Oh this is fun!"
Stacy laughed tauntingly,
"Now roll over!"
"...Ma'am."
Ella looked a little confused, glancing at me for reassurance, but she did as she was told, and rolled over onto her back.
"Hahahaha! Oh my god!"
Stacy laughed at her.
"Hey! Stop taking advantage of my slave's willingness to serve!"
I yelled at her, though admittedly with some amusement at the spectacle.
"Sorry. But that's so awesome! Does... Does she also... You know?"
Stacy inquired with a bite of her lip.
"She does anything I tell her to do. Anything."
I winked.
"Mmmm... I have this really naughty idea now, of what we could make her do for us."
Stacy grinned naughtily.
"Yeah? What do you have in mind?"
I seductively giggled.
"Let's make her... Order us a pizza!"
Stacy grinned even brighter. That was not something me, nor Ella I'm sure, was expecting her to say.
"What? I'm hungry."
Stacy chuckled.
"OK. Ella, stand up and order us a pizza please. From my favourite takeaway place. You know the one."
I ordered her.
"Yes, mistress."
Ella nodded, stood up straight and pulled out her mobile phone from the front pocket of her maid outfit.
"Deep pan, extra large, double cheese and double pepperoni. Any topping you want?"
I reminded Ella, and then asked Stacy.
"No, pepperoni is fine. Although get the stuffed crust one."
Stacy added.
"And a cheesy stuffed crust."
I told Ella, not that I needed to as she already heard what Stacy wanted.
"Yes, mistress."
Ella replied and began to place the order.
We both sat there, me mounting Stacy, as we watched Ella ordering on the phone. After she finished and hanged up the phone, she told me, "They said it'll be here in about 45 minutes."
"45 minutes?! That's outrageous!"
I scoffed in shock.
"Sorry, mistress. It's busy for them right now, they said."
Ella looked visibly upset at seeing her mistress disappointed.
"Ugh... T'is fine. Not your fault. Though I still feel like someone should get a spanking now for this!"
I sneered.
Stacy laughed, while Ella looked concerned, as she knew I wasn't joking.
"So? Which one of you two wants a spanking?"
I then asked the room.
"Oh my god, my butt is still tingling from that spanking you gave me the other week!"
Stacy joked and laughed.
"If it pleases you mistress, I'll gladly take your spanking."
Ella dutifully offered herself up as willing sacrifice.
"Aww, thank you slave. But I know how to solve this conundrum,"
I smirked,
"Why don't you be a good little slave, and soothe Stacy's sore buttcheeks for her with kisses, while I spank your lovely arse?"
"Would she really kiss my butt better?"
Stacy asked with a giggle.
"Of course. I told you, she'll do anything for me."
I winked at her. She then turned to look at Ella.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Get over here and pucker those lips up!"
Stacy ordered with a playful excited sneer on her cute face. She is rather cute when she's trying to act mean.
"Y-yes, ma'am."
Ella was shocked by the eagerness of the demand, but hastily marched over to the sofa to do as she was told.
I got off Stacy's lap, allowing her to undo the button on her jeans, and watched as she slowly pulled them down her thighs to expose all of her beautiful round bubblebutt. She grabbed her dirty knickers off the arm of the sofa, playfully threw them in my face so that she could lay the top half of her body down onto the arm comfortably, with her knees tucked under her lower half so as to perfectly hold her bum in ripe butt-kissing position.
I placed Stacy's knickers onto the other arm of the sofa, and then I sat myself properly onto the sofa, beside Stacy and I took a moment to fully appreciate the naked sight of her gorgeous ripe peach of a bum in such an exposed open position. I then patted my hand onto my lap, instructing Ella to hitch the little miniskirt of her maid's uniform up and get herself into position, laying across my lap with her face right there behind my date, getting herself a real face full of Stacy.
"Start kissing her bum better, slave."
I ordered Ella, who somewhat nervously yet eagerly began to plant soft comforting kiss after sweet soothing kiss all over the cheeks of Stacy's bum.
"Good girl. Now, don't take this personally."
I praised and then softly giggled, as I brought my open palm down hard onto the exposed cheek of Ella's bum. Her cheeks were fully exposed for me, as she was only wearing a tiny little black thong. I must admit, her bum did look like a real sweet peach, and here I was bruising it with sharp spank after spank.
With every stinging spank, I'd pause to rub the sting out of her cheek. Well, it may be mean of me to spank her for no real reason, so the least I could do is give my slave some comfort with a soothing bum rub between each smacks.
All the while, Ella was dutifully kissing Stacy's ass. The only pause she made was to let out a little sigh or groan from one of my spanks, but she immediately continued with her duty.
"This is making me feel so naughty!"
Stacy commented as she giggled naughtily and wiggled her bum into Ella's face.
"You're a very lucky slave, aren't you Ella? I hope you appreciate just how special of a treat this is for you. I mean, it's not everyday someone is lucky enough to be close enough to Anastasia's beautiful ass to even smell it's sweet aroma, let alone kiss it!"
I stated with a playful chuckle. Stacy giggled and I could tell she blushed a little by my compliment.
"Yes, mistress. Thank you so much, mistress!"
Ella thanked me for a second before instantly planting more soothing kisses to Stacy's ass.
"Shame I'm ruining your enjoyment of it with these spanks."
I giggled naughtily and made the stinging slap of a spank ring out across the room. I then rubbed her pinkening cheek with a soothing hand. Her cheeks felt nice and spongy, as well as really hot now, as I couldn't help but to squeeze her spongy flesh.
"How's that arse of yours feeling now, baby?"
I asked Stacy sweetly.
"Oooh yeah, feels loads better thanks!"
She cheered with a big grin and another wiggle of it in Ella's face.
"Good. I think Ella's job is done now. It's my turn to enjoy that juicy peach of yours!"
I grinned, as Stacy giggled and then got off the sofa.
I pushed against Ella's bum.
"Move, slave."
She got off of my lap to stand next to Stacy, and I stood up, so now all three of us was standing by the sofa.
"You know, I always wanted to try this. Lay down, sweetie. On your back"
I instructed Ella kindly, who did as she was told and laid down onto the sofa.
"Hands behind your back. Lay on them."
I told her, and she did as she was told.
"Good. Now, let's fuck on her!"
I cheered to Stacy with a big playful grin, who looked at me amused.
She stepped out of her jeans, still had her top on though, and I just lifted my dress up, revealing my lingerie and stockings complete with belt and garters, and crotchless knickers. She jumped onto me, pushing me down onto Ella, and we began heavily making out on top of my slave.
Ella was groaning and straining to breathe, but she never once complained or moaned about all the naked feminine weight piling down on top of her. She just happily carried out her duty as our human mattress. We quickly learned how nice and pleasing all the little bits and bumps of Ella's body and face was to rub our intimate areas against, as we fucked each other right on top of her.
My particular favourite position was when I sat reverse on Ella's face, and leaned right back with her nose wedged up against the crack of my bum, delightfully stimulating and pleasing my little butthole with the little firm squidgy bump of her nosetip, while my pussy was all exposed for Stacy to dive right in on and eat me out with her beautiful pleasurable tongue.
Of course, being the kindhearted domme I am, I did give Ella's nose just enough of a little tiny bit of breathing room down in that deep dark crevice so she didn't go suffocating on me...
It wasn't long before both me and Stacy were turning into a naughty cummy squirty mess with each other, on top of Ella. After the orgasms subsided, we quickly found another good use to having an eager slave beneath us. We took it in turns to get a good clean-up licking from her!
Just as Ella finished licking me clean, the door buzzed.
"Ooh, pizza's here!"
Stacy cheered, as she began to rub her hungry tummy at the thought of it.
"About time. Ella, bring it in."
I ordered my helpful slave.
"Yes, mistress."
She barely had any time to lick her lips and straighten out her outfit, as she quickly and diligently got up off the sofa, and rushed to the door. She still had both mine and Stacy's pussy cum juice glistening around the chops of her mouth and chin, as well as having the soft pink marks temporarily embedded into her face from where she had been sat on by us for so long. I can only imagine what the pizza delivery boy must have thought upon seeing her when she paid for and took in the extra large pizza box.
She brought it in, as me and Stacy sexily made out and licked each other's juice off each other's lips.
"From one tasty meal, to another."
I giggled playfully as our eyes turned onto the pizza, which Ella had so helpfully sat down onto the coffee table and opened for us.
"Would mistress or ma'am like a plate?"
Ella asked us.
"Thanks, darling. But we enjoy making our fingers sticky together."
I winked at Stacy who giggled at my flirty remark.
"Let's make them more sticky after we've ate."
She then winked back at me, as we sat down to enjoy the pizza together.
"Ella, put a film on for us. Any one of my animated Batman films will do."
I told my slave.
"Yes, mistress."
She walked over to my DVD shelf to pick out and set up a film for us to enjoy with our pizza.
"And fix us both a fresh glass of Diet Coke. Put the drinks in fancy wine glasses this time. Let's make this a classy meal..."
I softly chuckled to myself.
"Yes, mistress."
Ella smiled pleasantly and carried out her duties.
She brought us over our drinks, set them down, and stepped back to say, "Enjoy your meal, mistress. Ma'am." And that's just what we did. And after the dinner - and before the film was even halfway finished - we continued to eat each other, before moving things to the bedroom for even more fun together.
And all the while, Ella was never more than a few feet away to serve us in whatever way we wanted, and however we saw fit...
The end.
Safiya
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