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Elody led Alexandria downstairs to the kitchen. She walked quickly, and Alexandria struggled to keep up in her new high heels. Every stride made her tits bounce painfully against Elody’s cruel thumbtack demi-bra.
“It’s lunch time,” Elody declared, “and Cameron has made it clear that you will be taking the burden of food preparation, Titsy. I’m honestly not sure if you’re smart enough for complex cuisine, but you can probably manage a ham sandwich for Cameron. Be sure to use the brioche, and you’ll find fresh salads and Swiss cheese in the refrigerator.”
She stood before a shelf containing several recipe books, and took down one. “Ah, fantastic,” she declared. “This will help.”
Alexandria demurred as Elody approached her with the book. “I really don’t need a cookbook in order to make a sandwich…” she said.
Elody frowned, looked at her – and then slapped her across the face.
“Titsy!” she snapped. “I have had enough of this *attitude* from you. Always pretending like you’re intelligent, just because you used to run some failed company, when anyone who looks at those massive disgusting udders on your chest can tell that you’re barely as intelligent as a Jersey cow. I don’t want to hear things like this from you, and if you keep trying to show-off by pretending to be intelligent, I *will* have to slap you again. Do you understand?”
Alexandria flushed. Knowing how to make a sandwich wasn’t “showing off her intelligence”, surely? And yet she was at Elody’s mercy.
“Yes, Mistress,” she said unhappily, looking down at her feet.
“Now, here you go,” said Elody, and handed her the book.
It was a child’s picture book, with thick cardboard pages. Its title was “Baby’s First Cookbook”. Elody opened it to a single page of a child making a sandwich. There were no words, just childish pictures of the various ingredients.
Alexandria opened her mouth to protest that this was ridiculous – and realised Elody was watching her, waiting for a response, ready for a chance to slap her again.
So instead she just said, “Thank you, Mistress,” and took the book.
“I’m going to have a quick shower,” said Elody. “Spending so much time near your disgusting big tits has made me feel dirty. Prepare a sandwich and a coffee for Cameron, and a vodka and orange for me. You can bring me my drink upstairs when you hear me come out of the shower.”
“No food for you, Mistress?” asked Alexandria.
“Ew, no, Titsy, I’m on a diet,” said Elody. “Not everyone wants giant fat fuckbags like yours.”
“Yes, Mistress,” said Alexandria, blushing.
Elody nodded, apparently satisfied, and flounced away. Soon Alexandria could hear the shower running upstairs.
As Alexandria set to the task of making a sandwich and two drinks, she reflected on her situation.
How had she come to this? Dressed like a slutty maid, her tits in pain, calling a younger woman “Mistress” and preparing food as though she were a common servant? It was unthinkable. It was beyond humiliating. If any of her friends saw her like this, she thought she might just die. The things that she had let Elody do to her – shaving her pussy, dressing her like this, kissing her and… putting her fingers inside her – were not just embarrassing, they were violations. In just a couple of hours, Elody had made her stop feeling like an executive in command of the world, and made her instead feel like she was an ugly, stupid cow who should be ashamed of her oversized breasts.
And yet she had let Elody do those things to her – with a surprisingly small amount of resistance. And not only had she allowed them but she had, confusingly, become *sexually aroused* from them. What was wrong with her? Had Elody slipped her some drug, to make her act like this? She didn’t understand her own reactions and her own body.
But it was only temporary, she told herself. This was just until Cameron sorted out her problems. Her financial and legal difficulties would be solved, and then she would be back on top of the world… and she would have the resources available to have revenge on Elody for her cruelty, if she so chose.
Preparing a sandwich was *not* difficult, whatever Elody may have thought, and Alexandria certainly did not need to refer to the demeaning children’s books. She made the coffee for Cameron, and Elody’s alcoholic drink, and just as she was finishing, she heard the shower stop.
She looked at the glass, the coffee mug, and the plate, and decided she couldn’t carry all three at once. She would take the cocktail to Elody, and then come back down for Cameron’s lunch.
Going back up the stairs with the precipitously high heels locked to her ankle took some concentration, so Alexandria was looking down at her feet as she climbed. That was why she didn’t realise Elody was standing at the top of the stairs – and why Alexandria bumped directly into her mistress, spilling the vodka and orange all over her.
Alexandria gasped in shock, and Elody squealed with horror and outrage. And it was only then, when Alexandria looked up, that she realised that Elody was completely naked. The younger woman had towelled herself dry after emerging from the shower, but was otherwise nude, every inch of her gorgeous, petite body on display. And now that nude body was soaked in alcohol.
“Titsy, you utter COW!” shrieked Elody. She slapped Alexandria across the face, and it was a miracle that Alexandria didn’t fall backwards down the stairs, which surely would have left her injured or worse.
“I’m sorry, Mistress!” said Alexandria desperately. “Let me get a cloth or something…”
“A cloth?” shrieked Elody. She grabbed Alexandria’s hair and pulled her up from the stairs, into the tiled second floor corridor. “Are you mentally deficient, Titsy? When I said you could bring me the drink after my shower, I *obviously* meant once I had had the chance to get dressed. Are you really this stupid?”
“Yes, Mistress,” babbled Alexandria. “I mean, no, Mistress. I’m sorry, Mistress.”
Elody still had a grip on Alexandria’s hair. She pulled Alexandria close to her, until Alexandria’s face was only inches from Elody’s naked, wet tits.
“Clean me,” she demanded.
“If you’ll let me go, I’ll get a cloth…” Alexandria offered.
“With your *tongue*, you stupid big-uddered cow,” elaborated Elody. She pulled Alexandria close until her lips were pressed against Elody’s breast.
“Lick,” she commanded.
Alexandria had no choice but to obey. She extended her tongue and began to lick the vodka from Elody’s soft, small breast.
“That’s it,” said Elody approvingly. “That’s how animals clean up their messes. And only animals have bulbous fuckmelons like yours, Titsy. From now on this is how you’ll clean up all your messes in this household – with your tongue. Do you understand, Titsy?”
Alexandria’s mouth was mashed against Elody’s breast, but she made a sound that could be taken as agreement.
“Good cow,” said Elody. She pulled Alexandria’s head down, lower on her breast, and Alexandria found herself sucking on the beautiful girl’s nipple, as if she were a baby.
“Every inch of my body, Titsy,” sighed Elody. “Clean it all.”
As Alexandria continued to lick, Elody’s grip on her hair loosened, and eventually Elody staggered back a few steps to lean her back against a wall for support. Alexandria continued to lick at her breasts, and then moved up, licking at her neck and chin, trying to lick away the sticky alcohol.
“I think there’s some on my lips, Titsy,” whispered Elody, and Alexandria leaned it to kiss her beautiful, cruel mistress, feeling her cunt tingle and throb as she mashed her lips against Elody’s.
When the kiss was done, Elody grabbed Alexandria’s hair again, and used it force Alexandria down, until Alexandria was kneeling in the puddle of spilt alcohol on the tiled floor.
“Further down, Titsy,” said Elody. “You really made a mess of me. Make sure you get it all.”
Alexandria leaned in and ran her tongue over Elody’s belly, taking long, thorough licks. She ran her tongue over Elody’s hips, and upper thighs – and finally there was only one place left to clean.
Elody parted her legs a bit wider, encouragingly.
Alexandria whimpered. She wasn’t a lesbian. She had never done this before. Was Elody really going to make her do this?
At that point there was a noise in the hallway. Cameron had emerged from his office. He stared at the lewd scene in front of him.
I’m saved, thought Alexandria.
“Sweetie, is… everything all right here?” he asked.
“Yes, dear,” said Elody. “Titsy is a clumsy slut and she spilled a drink over me. She’s just cleaning me up like a good cow. Go back to your office and Titsy will bring you your lunch when she’s done.”
“Oh, I see,” said Cameron, staring at his wife’s naked body, and at his former colleague kneeling between her legs. “Very well, then. Carry on.”
And he returned to his office and closed the door.
Elody looked down at Alexandria. “Lick,” she commanded.
And Alexandria had no choice but to lean in and lick at Elody’s pussy.
She was actually surprised at how good it tasted. The alcohol and orange juice mixed with the salty flavour of Elody’s cunt in an appealing way, and after the first couple of tentative licks, Alexandria became more enthusiastic. She licked all over Elody’s labia, and then parted them, running her tongue from the beautiful girl’s clitoris all the way down to the entrance to her fuckhole.
Elody moaned, and gripped Alexandria’s hair, and pulled Alexandria tighter, until her face was mashed against the younger woman’s cunt and she struggled to breathe. All she could do was lick, which she did. The alcohol was quickly licked away, but Elody didn’t release Alexandria, so Alexandria kept licking, and licking.
Her whole world became Elody’s cunt – the smell and soft, damp texture of her pussy – and she licked, and probed Elody’s fuckhole with her tongue, and sucked on Elody’s clitoris, until finally Elody made a choked moan, and her hips began to shake, and Alexandria knew, to her shame, that she had made her mistress orgasm.
Elody pushed Alexandria away, still shaking, and then slapped her.
“God, Titsy, I just told you to clean me, not commit some kind of lesbian sexual assault on me,” she spat. “You’re so disgusting. I can’t believe you.”
Alexandria flushed. It hadn’t been her idea! Elody had made her!
But she knew what was expected. “I’m sorry, Mistress,” she said.
Elody gestured to the remaining puddle of drink on the floor. “Lick up the rest of your mess, Titsy, while I go put on some clothes. Then meet me downstairs in the kitchen.” She staggered away towards her bedroom.
Alexandria reluctantly got down on all fours and began licking the spilt drink off the tiles, as though she were an animal. It was particularly galling because she knew the spot would be sticky, no matter how well she licked, and it would require a mopping anyway – and she had no doubt whose job it would be to mop it. But for now she did as she was told, and cleaned up as much of the puddle as she was able using her tongue.
Elody re-emerged in a pretty, expensive sun dress, just as Alexandria was finishing.
“Come,” she instructed, hurrying down the stairs.
Alexandria got to her feet and followed, as fast as her high heels would allow.
In the kitchen, Elody looked at Alexandria and said, “Obviously, you are a clumsy little cunt, Titsy, who can’t be trusted to carry drinks.”
She looked at Alexandria. Alexandria didn’t know what to do.
Elody leaned forward and grabbed Alexandria’s jaw, forcing it open and closed as though she were a puppet. “Yes, Mistress, I’m a – come on, Titsy, say what I just said.”
“Yes, Mistress,” blushed Alexandria. “I’m a clumsy cunt who can’t be trusted to carry drinks.”
“Good cow,” said Elody. She opened one of the lower cupboards, fossicked in it for a moment, and then extracted a metal tray with chains attached to two corners, and a kind of leather strap along its long edge.
“Here we go,” she said. She stepped up to Alexandria, and revealed that the strap was a kind of belt, which she wrapped around Alexandria’s waist and buckled tightly. Then she pulled down the front of Alexandria’s maid dress, and lifted her tits into view.
Alexandria made a noise of embarrassment.
“Shut up, Titsy, this is for your own good,” said Elody. She took one of the chains attached to the tray, and Alexandria could now see that it had a wicked looking clamp on the end – and to her horror, Elody attached this clamp to her nipple.
“Ow!” objected Alexandria.
Elody slapped her. “I told you to shut up,” she said. She took the other chain, and clamped it to Alexandria’s other nipple.
The metal tray was now flat, extending at a right angle from Alexandria’s stomach. Its protruding edge was held upright by the short chains, which were secured to Alexandria’s nipples.
Elody looked at it in satisfaction, and then picked up the plate with Cameron’s sandwich on it, and placed it on the tray.
Alexandria yowled. The plate was heavy – and the majority of that weight was now being supported by her nipples, via the clamps and chains.
“Please, Mistress…” she begged. It didn’t even occur to her to wonder why Elody owned this cruel contraption in the first place.
“You’ll get used to it, Titsy,” said Elody. “And now we don’t have to rely on your clumsy slut-paws.” She picked up the coffee mug and placed it on the tray next to the sandwich.
The weight pulling on Alexandria’s nipples was now bringing tears to her eyes.
“I guarantee you that these clamps won’t slide off your nipples, Titsy,” said Elody. “They’re very cruel that way. And it really takes *much* more force than this to actually pull off a woman’s nipples or permanently damage them. So stop being a baby, and go take Cameron his food.”
And Alexandria had no choice but to stagger up the stairs with her tits out, with the humiliating, painful tray hanging from her nipples…
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