Sprite's Devotion

Please forgive me! This was overlooked in my publishing schedule. this story takes place after the pedicure party in "Sprite's Interlude" and before "Sprite's Preparation".

1.

My awareness arose, and the first thing I knew was that there was something around my penis. That usually wasn't new. Every morning for months I have woken up with the hard metal prison that I have become used to and that Sprite has grown to love.

This morning, the thing surrounding my cock was soft, warm, and wet. A happy groan escaped me as I opened my eyes to see a mass of auburn hair moving rhythmically up and down. My wonderful, beautiful wife looked up at me, her eyes twinkled as she kept eye contact and continued to give me my first morning blow job in several months. Usually, lately, I have been the person giving the morning oral services, not receiving them.

I could get used to this! But I knew this was only a rare occurrence. I put myself in the moment and savored every sensation, not taking any bit of it for granted. I tried to commit everything to memory so that when Sprite was in charge, I could revisit this morning and last night.

Ok, I know this is a weird way to talk about different aspects of the same person. Me and Sprite are not different people. We are one person. It's just the best way to describe it. I don't understand it either. I majored in computer science, not psychology. When she is in charge, I get to step back and go to a place of peace. I can't describe it. It just works. I think Sprite prefers to be in front though. I could feel her at that moment, ready to return so that she could serve.

It's interesting that the submissive side of me wants to be dominant. We live in a world of oxymorons. For her, servitude is joy, and that joy sustains both of us.

Dammit! There I was thinking about and espousing the intricacies of dual personality indexes and the joy of serving when I should be concentrating on the rare service I was receiving right then!

Oh! There I go! My body tensed and my hips bucked as my orgasm crashed through me. I got a sensual wink from my life mate as she received my discharge into her hungry mouth. Using her talented tongue, she milked me of my remaining seed and then cleaned me up. She let me go with a sensual smile and met my lips for a kiss. Her naked body was warm and her skin glowed in the morning light. After a few moments, she rose and reached for a warm moist towel that she had ready and gave my penis a thorough cleaning. Grabbing another towel, she dried me off. Then with a deftness that came from regular practice, she locked me back up.

There were no words or discussions needed. We knew that with the fresh day beginning, our weird normal was back in place.

She took my hands and guided me off of the bed. We stood, smiling at each other. I was still naked, except for my garter belt and stockings (I think I need to replace this pair). She looked ravishing, her graceful, nubile body almost bringing my caged penis back to life. I looked at the discarded clothing and the makeup smeared sheets. Sprite had some work to do already.

Brenda's crystal blue eyes gazed at me, the love shining from them filling me with a new sense of peace. Then, her countenance changed, becoming harder and more business-like, her energy becoming more powerful, her posture more... regal. "Alright, Bill, it's time for Sprite to return." The wife was receding and the Mistress was returning. I guess we both have dual aspects to ourselves now. "Well, do you rescind your safe word?" she asked.

I could feel Sprite pushing to take over, all the time screaming that I needed to be on my knees for Mistress! I closed my eyes and felt my posture shift. The need in my groin started to return. I took a deep breath, and said the words

"Yes Mistress, I rescind my safe word."

I couldn't even wait to open my eyes. The moment the words left my lips, My body was on the move, dropping to my knees, where I belonged. My heart sped up as I finally looked up at my Goddess. She was so beautiful, looking down on me with complete ownership and authority. I scooted to her and hugged her legs. I put all of the adoration I felt on my face.

"Thank you for letting me serve you, Mistress!" I was head level with her sex. "May I take care of you this morning, Mistress?" My mouth watered with the thought, her aroma was intoxicating.

Smiling, she ran her fingers through my curls, using both hands to give them some kind of order from the bedhead.

"I don't think so, Pumpkin. You need to put on your dress and heels, so you can go get cleaned up and ready for the day."

Jumping to my feet. "Yes Mistress! Right away Mistress!" I quickly pulled my stilettos onto my feet and picked up the maid's dress. I pulled it over my head, settling it in place, not bothering to zip it up. With another curtsy, I turned to make my way to the maid's quarters.

"Hey, Dingbat!" I turned back just in time for a bra to hit me in the nose, the soft fabric momentarily obscuring my vision. Scrambling to catch it, I missed the matching panties flying past my head, sent by Mistress like a slingshot. "Don't leave your shit in my room!"

"Yes Mistress! Sorry Mistress!" Frantically gathering up the items, I bobbed in response to her smirk and with an embarrassed flush, rushed out of the room.

2.

Freshly showered, moisturized, and plugged, I sat at the vanity wearing green lingerie with white stockings and green stilettos to go with my forest green French maid's uniform.

I was trying to recreate the cat's eye that Mrs. Jones had given me the day before, but I just couldn't get it right. I almost wished Mistress would let me use a computer so that I could watch makeup tutorials.

Maybe Mistress Anna or Emily could teach me sometime. Who knows, it could be a bonding experience between me and Mistress Emily, or I could incur her wrath. Who's to say?

I finally gave up and finished my makeup as usual, when I heard the confident, purposeful steps of Mistress's heels coming my way.

I stood and made myself ready for any instructions she had for me. She entered the room and blew me away. She was wearing a red scoop-necked sweater, showing off her luscious cleavage, a short, black leather skater skirt, and 6-inch patent leather pumps that showed off her long legs to great effect.

Her sexy beauty sent my chastity to screaming and I only barely noticed the purpose in her eyes and the paddle in her hand.

"Mistress I-" I hardly had a chance to curtsy and speak before she grabbed my arm and dragged me to the bed, sending me face first on top of it.

"Mistress!"

Without saying a word, she took a carabiner and cuffed my wrists in front of me and clipped my leash to it. She pulled and hung the handle over the opposite post of the headboard, leaving me stretched out prone diagonally across the bed.

My heart raced and the fear wrapped itself around me as I tried to understand why she was angry with me. The sudden yank of my panties down off my bottom spiked the fear even more.

"Mistress, I don't under- OW!" Her first strike was intense and jarring, causing my legs to kick.

"Mistress! I'm sorr- OW!" The next one was just as painful! It was swiftly followed by another one! I involuntarily twisted and kicked, but was unable to resist her blows.

There was a pause and I was able to catch my breath. Tears were flowing easily from my eyes. I didn't understand what I had done wrong!

"Mistress please! I don't- ULRP! - Mmmmphf!" Before I could react she had shoved my penis gag into my mouth and buckled it around my head!

She resumed her blows, each impact leaving a searing heat that spread like wildfire across my bottom, sending shockwaves up my spine and, I'm sure, turning my bottom a deep purple.

By the seventh blow, I stopped struggling. My Goddess was going to spank me until she decided to stop. My gag muffled my sobs and grunts as she lit my ass on fire. I tried to think of why or what I had done, but each blow shattered any thoughts. I was stuck in the moment and in the pain.

All I could do was endure.

The last time my bottom was blistered this bad was when Mistress found dirt on my knees from a floor that was supposed to be clean. I spent the next week scrubbing the house from top to bottom, wearing a drab uniform with no makeup, and I was ignored like I didn't exist. I never wanted to repeat that lesson.

After about fifteen or sixteen strikes, I had lost count, she stopped. I could hear her breathing heavily as she dropped the paddle next to me on the bed.

The silence of the room was only broken by my sobs. I kept my face pressed to the sheets. I could not see what Mistress was doing. She certainly wasn't saying anything. Usually her wrath was immediate and could be fierce, but I knew what my transgression was. This seemed to come out of the blue and she had given me no indication as to why.

Finally, I regained control of my sobbing and was able to calm down. The silence stretched on. The air was thick and oppressive. I dared not move. I was completely at her mercy. My fear of receiving more of her wrath and the raging fire of my butt cheeks were my only companions as I lay there, waiting for her next move.

After an eternity, I flinched involuntarily as I felt her hands gently spreading cream over my bottom. The cool moisture did nothing to assuage the inferno she had created, but the gentleness of her application was a balm for my emotional turmoil, at least a little bit anyway.

She softly replaced the panties over my burning bum. Then she came around the bed and unclipped the leash from my cuffs and removed the carabiner. As she came back around the bed. I slowly slid myself back onto my heels and shakily stood. My head spinning and knees weak, my whole body thrummed from the beating I had just received.

She came and stood in front of me, her diamond blue eyes boring into me like icicles. She was both beautiful and terrible. I quickly dropped to my knees and bowed low, supplicating myself and placing my forehead on the toe of her stiletto. I was at a loss. With my gag, all I could do was suck on the silicone in my mouth. Talking was out, so I could only let her know that I submitted to her completely.

Time seemed to stretch as I remained prostrate, her toe a cool, steady point against my forehead. My body was taut, every muscle coiled with anticipation, as I held my breath, waiting for her next move. The stillness between us was profound, the silence broken only by the faint rustle of fabric as I shifted slightly to keep my balance. My bottom burned as her floral scent reached me even down to the floor.

Soon my breathing returned to normal and the tension slowly drained away from my body, giving way to a sense of comfort. I was where I was supposed to be, at her feet and totally dependent on her mercy.

Why did she punish me? It didn't matter. I was hers, to punish or reward as she saw fit. My muscles relaxed even further, a new peace coming over me. Kneeling at her feet was the same as cuddling in her lap. I was with my Mistress, nothing else mattered.

"You can stand up now," she said, giving nothing away in her tone. I climbed back up on my heels and stood with my head down and my hands clasped in front of me. I tried to be and look as demure and submissive as possible for her. I focused my gaze on the ground, though I couldn't resist glancing up at her occasionally, searching for some clue in her expression.

She caught my chin between her fingers, lifting my face to meet her eyes.

Her crystal-blue gaze raked over me, assessing. Her lips curved into a grimace of thoughtful displeasure as she turned my head toward the mirror.

"I'm tempted to leave you like this," she murmured, her tone contemplative.

The reflection staring back at me made me wince. My mascara was streaked and smudged, black trails running down my cheeks in stark contrast to my pale, flustered complexion. I looked like a frightened raccoon--a disheveled, sorry sight.

"But," she continued, releasing a measured sigh, "I'll let you fix your face this time." Relief washed over me at her words. Spending the day in this state would have been an unbearable humiliation, even for me.

She tapped the front of my penis gag with a perfectly manicured nail, her eyes glinting with unspoken amusement. "This, however, stays put."

She released my chin and stepped back, "Get cleaned up and dressed. You need to start breakfast." Then she turned and walked out of the room. The click of her heels and the way her skirt swung when she walked away would have made me happy any other day, but the burn in my backside and the faux cock in my mouth kept me distracted. I looked back in the mirror at my scary makeup scene and winced. I had work to do.

3.

Having refreshed my makeup and donned my forest green maid uniform, I made my way to the kitchen. Mistress and Mistress Anna were sitting at the breakfast nook table, drinking coffee and waiting for me. Seeing both of them together sent my caged willy squirming, despite the stinging in my bottom.

Mistress Anna looked absolutely scrumptious! Her ash-brown hair was swept into a loose bun, stray tendrils framing her face in an effortlessly elegant way. Hoop earrings dangled delicately, accentuating the graceful line of her neck. A cream halter top showcased her cleavage, while a black pencil mini-skirt hugged her curves and drew attention to her long legs, sheathed in black hosiery. The look was completed with sleek black patent leather pumps that clicked faintly as she shifted her position.

She was stunning, almost giving Mistress a run for her money. Almost.

Her mouth dropped open as I curtsied to my Mistresses and waved at the kitchen, silently asking for their breakfast preferences.

Mistress smiled, and before my sister could say anything, "I'm thinking breakfast sandwiches, eggs, bacon, cheese, maybe a slice of tomato." She turned to Mistress Anna with an arched brow. "Sound good to you?"

She nodded, and I commenced to pull out the fixings and a fry pan to prepare their order. Mistress Anna watched me as I started the bacon frying and bread toasting. I tried to act normal, as normal as any sissy maid servant frying bacon and sucking on a penis gag could act.

I prepared three breakfast sandwiches and set up a glass of apple juice and aspirin for Mistress Emily. Her hangovers could be harsh and I hoped she would appreciate the gesture.

I cut the sandwiches in half, diagonally for Mistress and straight for my sisters. With a curtsy, I served Mistress and my youngest sister, standing ready for any new directions.

Mistress took a bite and glanced at me. She took a moment to savor her bite, then pointed to the floor. I dropped to my knees, looking up at her. She pointed again and I regained my position from earlier, placing my forehead on her toe.

"Hands, Sweetie," she said, still chewing her sandwich. I pulled my hands behind my back and clasped them together, totally submitting to her wishes. I was firmly reminded of my ordeal from earlier and was leery of any chance of re-igniting her wrath. I only hoped to God that my white lacy stockings were clean when I stood up.

"I think I like this position, Munchkin," Mistress said with a light tone, patting me on the head. "Let's call this Maid Station Number Three." I let out a long exhale. I had a new official position. Any of my Mistresses could call me to this position and I would have to obey, like I wouldn't obey anyway. I'm sure Mistress Emily will love it.

"Oh, wow! Did you spank her?" Mistress Anna asked. In this position, my short maid skirt did nothing to hide my bottom. I'm sure my red cheeks were a marked contrast to my green panties. "What did she do wrong?"

"There is something that you need to consider and remember, Anna." Mistress replied. "The submissive maid is always at the whim and mercy of her Mistress. Isn't that right, my Sweet?" I stayed in position, unable to talk, not daring to grunt or use my hands. I remained silent, waiting for direction from her.

"Oh, right," she said, thoughtfully. "How about this? Wiggle your hips side to side." I did. "That will mean 'No'. Now lift your butt up and down." I obeyed, flexing my thighs to move my bottom as directed. "Good, That will mean 'Yes'.

"Now, do you exist and serve by my whim and mercy?" she asked me.

Keeping my forehead in contact with her stiletto, I moved my bottom up and down, Yes.

"Good, do you like serving me in this fashion?"

Up and down, Yes.

"Are you turned on right now?"

"..." I was, god help me, I was. Despite the lingering sting in my cheeks and the rubber cock filling my mouth, or maybe because of them, my "Nilly little Willy" as Mistress likes to call it, was straining in its metal prison.

"Come on, Sweetheart. You can tell Mistress," she taunted gently, her tone both coaxing and teasing.

Finally, I shifted my hips vertically. Yes.

"See Anna, sissies and submissives love to be controlled." Mistress was in a teaching mood. "Whether being rewarded or punished, it is what they live for and they have learned to embrace every aspect of that control. Isn't that right, Munchkin?"

I lived for Mistress. I would accept whatever she wanted from or for me. I lifted my bottom in agreement.

"But why the gag though?" Mistress Anna curiously inquired.

"I just didn't want to hear her bitching while I spanked her ass," Mistress responded. "Then I decided that I really didn't want to have to listen to her at all today, so it stays."

"What about her safe word? Can she use it with the gag in her mouth?"

"Oh, she can remove it if she wants to use her safe word. She knows that. There is another option too." Mistress patted my head again. "Honey, give us your alternate safe word for when you can't talk."

Keeping myself in position, I took a breath and started humming "Mary Had a Little Lamb"

"I probably should have mentioned that before now," Mistress said. "I guess it just never came up."

"Wow, ok," my sister responded, her tone thoughtful. "That... That gives me something to think about."

"A nursery rhyme, that's cute." Mistress Emily's voice, sounding amused yet groggy, drifted in. She shuffled into the kitchen, her movements sounded deliberate and lazy. "Aspirin, yes!" she murmured with quiet triumph. Clearly, she'd had fun last night.

Her presence drew closer, and the faint scrape of a chair signaled her seating herself at the table. She was next to me, so close I could feel the slight shift of air as she settled. My head remained firmly planted on Mistress's stiletto, my focus glued to the floor in front of me.

"Why is the sissy down there?" Mistress Emily asked, her voice laced with casual curiosity. "Looks like you really cooked her ass."

"I did," Mistress Brenda replied, her tone nonchalant. "This is her new position, 'Maid Station Number Three.'"

"So, can any of us put her in that position?" Mistress Emily asked, the interest in her voice sparking to life.

"Of course," Mistress Brenda replied smoothly. "You're a Mistress, Emily. That hasn't changed. Just remember the rules about abuse."

"Oh, I'll remember, Brenda." I heard Mistress Emily shift slightly in her seat. Her presence loomed beside me, but I dared not glance up. "So, what did she do to deserve it?"

"She knows what she did." Mistress Brenda's teasing tone carried an edge of mischief that sent a pang of dread through me. I knew I had no clue why my bottom was in its current state of burning. Without thinking, I wiggled my hips side to side--an instinctive no.

Mistress's swift slap on my raw cheeks reignited the sting, making me gasp against the gag. "No backtalk!" she snapped.

My body tensed, and I froze, realizing my mistake. The silence stretched, broken only by the faint sound of Mistress Emily biting into her sandwich. Her amused chuckle sent a shiver down my spine.

"Well, this day's already looking up," Mistress Emily remarked dryly. "Good sandwich."

"Alright, Princess, you can stand up." Mistress patted my head. Her tone was light and playful. I slowly regained my feet and gave the table a curtsy. Mistress Emily smiled at me through a mouthful of sandwich. She was casually dressed in a Jets sweatshirt, jogging pants, and sneakers. She looked a little worse for wear, dealing with her hangover, but the gleam in her eye was obvious. Her dominant streak shone through.

"Ok, my little maid," Mistress said, picking up her phone and manipulating it. "I want you to clean my room and come right back to Number three." She pointed the screen at me, showing a ten minute timer.

Ten minutes!? I don't know how long it usually takes me to tidy up her room, but ten minutes might not be enough. I felt the anxiety creep up my spine. I couldn't handle another spanking! What did I need to do? I racked my brain, going through the steps of tidying her room.

I held my breath and felt my heart skip when, with a smile and an exaggerated flourish, she activated the timer and said "Go!"

Oh! Oh! What first? Oh! I rushed to the utility closet and grabbed the dust mop, rag, and floor spray. Then I ran... well, I can't really run in these heels, but I can hurry! I went to the linen closet and pulled out fresh sheets.

"Look at Sissy go!" Mistress Emily cheered and laughed as I rushed into Mistress's room. "She really does have a sexy swing when she hurries like that!"

Buoyed a little bit by my sister's words, I wasted no time stripping the bed and gathering up the discarded clothes for the hamper. I have stripped and made her bed so many times, I could probably do it with my eyes closed. Of course I'm not going to try it this time!

With a practiced hand, and racing heart, I spread the sheets over the bed and tucked them all in, making sure they were smooth and tight. Spraying the rag, I went over all horizontal surfaces, organizing her vanity as I went.

Her ensuite was mostly tidy, thank God! A quick wipe down and rehanging of her towel was all it needed.

Wow! I could I actually have become an efficient maid?

Thankfully, while Mistress has no problem leaving clutter and discarded clothing for me to pick up, she is not by nature a messy person.

Mistress Emily on the other hand...

Spraying the surface of the dust mop to dampen it, I attacked the floor. I made sure to get to all the nooks and crannies, ensuring that no dust could be found. I knew that doing a poor job would make things worse if I did not finish in time.

Finished with her room, I stashed the mop and things in a hall closet and rushed back to Mistress.

Mistress Emily was clapping her hands, cheering, "Go, Sissy, Go!" as I hurried to Mistress, dropped to my knees and pushed my head onto her toe.

Mistress Started counting, "Sixteen, fifteen, fourteen..." Why wasn't she stopping?

Oh! I quickly clasped my hands behind my back and she stopped the timer. "Twelve seconds to go, Peanut. Very good!" Her tone was light and encouraging.

"I don't care who you are, that was HOT right there!" Mistress Emily exclaimed with a giggle.

Mistress patted my head. "Did my pet do a good job?" I lifted my hips up and down to respond 'yes'. I certainly hoped my work was up to standard. All I could do was hope.

She stood and removed her foot from under my forehead. I could just spy her high heel next to my head in my peripheral vision. My chastity squirmed at the predicament I was in.

"I guess I'll go look," she said, Not daring to move, I listened as her heels clicked down the hall. I could imagine the 'swing' she had just by walking normally. My "Little caged willy", as Mistress liked to call it, strained in its confines.

"Stand up Sissy," Mistress Emily directed. I wondered what she wanted from me, but I complied, climbing up to my feet with a curtsy. She had me turn around and, pulling a carabiner from my apron string, cuffed my wrists behind me.

Turning me back around, she hooked a finger in the ring on my collar and pulled me down over her lap.

I looked up at Mistress Anna, who was still seated at the table, with wide eyes. I thought Mistress Emily was still barred from spanking me. With my hands cuffed and a rubber cock filling my mouth, I was in no position to complain.

Mistress Anna had a surprised look on her face to match mine, but I could see that she wasn't going to interfere.

I felt my whole body tremble and I involuntarily kicked a leg up as she lifted my skirt and pulled down my panties. Was she going to hurt me even more? I cringed, waiting for my raw buttocks to receive more torture.

"Oh settle down Sprite! I'm not going to spank you," she said as she lightly ran her fingers over my scarlet, tender flesh. "Wow, she really tore you up!" there was a hint of awe in her voice. "That's why she wants this done every couple hours."

The next thing I felt was my sister spreading lotion over my cheeks, moisturizing my blistered skin. I let out a relieved sigh and let my body relax into a slump on her lap.

Mistress Anna let out a sigh of her own. She reached out and pulled some hair away from my face, tucking it behind my ear, and giving me a reassuring smile. I would have loved to smile back. I only hoped my eyes conveyed a reflection of the love she sent me.

My sister's hand was surprisingly gentle as she made sure the lotion was properly applied. I felt mentally and physically soothed by her ministrations.

I almost believed that she felt some sense of care for me. I would wait to see if that was at all real. Maybe Mistress gave her this task to help her sympathize with me.

She was pulling my panties back in place and straightening my skirt when I heard the clicking of high heels, signifying Mistress's return. I regained my feet, turning in my own high heels and curtsied to her.

"Everything was perfect as usual, Muffin." Her smile sent my heart aflutter. Her approval was everything I lived for. Despite the burn in my bottom and the gag filling my mouth, her praise sent a jolt to my caged chastity.

She turned me around and uncuffed my wrists. "I'm going to let you continue your chores," she said, handing me the carabiner. " But, whenever any of us call you today, you will come running and place yourself at Number three, understand?" Her direction came with a slight smirk and a glint of amusement shone in her blue eyes. I knew I was going to find myself rushing to Number three a lot today. Practicing a new rule or standing direction usually involved some kind of game of "train the sissy". This worked as a reinforcement for me and fun for them.

I curtsied my understanding and she moved to the side. Giving me a little pat on the bottom, she sent me on my way. That little pat was enough to remind me of the consequences of poor performance.

I headed to the hall closet to gather my cleaning materials, ready to start tidying up Mistress Anna's room. I had opened her door and set the dust mop against the wall when I heard "SISSY! Get over here!"

My heart racing, even though I should have been expecting it, I set down my stuff and rushed back to the breakfast nook. Hurrying as fast as my heels would let me, I quickly dropped to my knees and placed my forehead on the toe of Mistress Emily's sneaker. I'm so glad I recently washed those shoes. I'm sure roses would not have been the aroma I experienced if she was fresh off of a run.

"Heh, Heh, Heh! This is so awesome! How are you doing down there, My sissy bitch?" Mistress Emily was thoroughly enjoying this new development. I could feel her toes wiggling in her shoe. I concentrated on the floor in front of my nose, my chastity flexing in my panties at this new humiliation.

She let me stew there for a few moments before nudging me back up with her toe. "OK, get back to work, Sissy. I'm sure you have lots to do," she said with a dismissive tone. She waved me away, already scrolling on her phone as I rose and curtsied to her.

I wasn't bothered again as I finished cleaning Mistress Anna's room. Of course her room was pretty easy. Just making the bed and general tidying up. She was hardly messy. Even after weeks of having a maid who would clean any mess she made, she rarely strayed from her naturally tidy nature.

I pulled her door closed behind me and considered my other sister's room. Mentally preparing myself for the localized typhoon I was expecting to find when I opened the door, I was interrupted by a sing-song "Sprite, come to the den, please!"

My youngest sister's voice was like soft bells compared to my other sister's bellow. I rushed to the den to find her sitting on the couch. Our sister and My Mistress were nowhere to be seen. I dropped to my knees and placed my head on her stiletto as required. The atmosphere was much calmer for me. I did not feel the humiliation like I did with Mistress Emily. I felt safe. Taking this position for her was like taking a rest.

I was required to take this position for all three of my Mistresses. But the feeling was different for each.

I loved and worshipped Mistress. I belonged at her feet. Taking this position for her was my joy.

My relationship with Mistress Emily was evolving. Right now, taking this position for her was my chore and duty. Who knows how things would become in the future. It was already better than a week ago. While she still clearly enjoyed her dominion over me, her attitude was less cruel and more playful since our confrontation and Mistress seemed to be a more active mentor than before.

Taking this position with Mistress Anna was a respite. She was someone who would never harm me or belittle me intentionally. She felt more like my friend than a Mistress. I gave a sigh of relief when I saw her alone.

She patted my head. "I wish I could ask how you're feeling, but I know you can't answer right now. Still, I hope you're holding up, Sprite. Maybe tomorrow we'll talk?" I moved my rump up and down in agreement.

She patted my head again and sent me back to work, her cinnamon and lilac scent lingering in my nose.

I didn't understand. Did Mistress Emily try on every piece of clothing she owned before settling on jogging pants and a sweatshirt? It sure looked that way. Clothes were draped across the back of her chair, strewn over the bed, and scattered on the floor. The biggest chore wasn't the dusting or organizing--it was hanging and refolding every single piece of clothing in her wardrobe.

I knew they were all clean; keeping track of what my Mistresses wore and managing their laundry is part of my role. It's just that Mistress Emily had a remarkable talent for making it look like a tornado had passed through her closet.

Making her bed and setting her vanity in order was comparatively easier, though "orderly" was a stretch when it came to her haphazard collection of makeup and accessories. Still, I did my best, ensuring every brush and bottle was lined up just so.

When I finally stepped back to take in the room, now brought back to pristine order, a sense of pride swelled within me. If I could smile while sucking on a rubber penis gag, I would have. Mistress Emily, for all her chaos, certainly knew how to give an airheaded sissy maid a reason to feel pride in her work.

3.

My general maintenance for the rest of the house went relatively smoothly. I was called to Maid Station Number Three three more times-all by Mistress Emily. She really enjoyed herself at my expense, which was her right. Each time she commanded me to kneel and rest my head on her toe while sucking on a dildo gag, my chastity squirmed uncontrollably. The sensation of the gag in my mouth helped ground me, providing a focus amidst the dizzying waves of arousal.

Airheaded sissy maid, that's me!

I found myself draped across her lap every couple hours while she applied the lotion to my tender, recovering bottom. Her touch was surprisingly gentle, her fingers soothing as they spread the cool cream over my heated skin. This was the most physical intimate we had ever shared and I had to admit that I enjoyed it. I think Mistress was showing her that responsibility came with the power she was given. I hoped she was taking that lesson to heart. Even her words were softer when addressing me. I hoped that would last.

My regular chores completed, I served sandwiches and wine for my Mistresses in the den. Mistress had me kneel next to her as she ate her lunch and for most of the day. She would send me off for some task and I would be back kneeling next to her by the couch. I knelt there while they watched some rom-com. This was a rare occurrence where I was allowed to watch a tv program.

Mistress would periodically stroke my head as she watched the television. Her fingers were soothing as she ran them through my platinum curls. I loved being this close to her. I could just watch her bask in her presence. The loving gaze from her blue eyes made my heart skip. I easily lost myself in those ocean depths.

Of course, My lust for her was cranked up to ten. That low-cut red sweater showcased her cleavage to great effect and her long, killer legs coming from the short leather skirt and ending in stiletto heels, were the epitome of perfection. From my vantage point, I also had an excellent view of Mistress Anna, who was dressed wonderfully.

I was a turned-on, happy sissy.

Mistress would remove the gag to allow me to drink water and munch a meal bar, but then, of course, it was immediately replaced.

Dinner was easy and light. A salad with pre-cooked chicken breasts diced and tossed in the salad with grated cheese and dressing, made preparation and cleanup a breeze, giving me more time to be next to Mistress.

As the evening drew to a close, I cleared the wine glasses and bottles and wiped down the coffee table. My sisters bid Mistress goodnight--Mistress Emily, mercifully, was easy on the wine tonight and retired under her own power.

Mistress Anna gave me a brief side hug as she headed towards her room. I'm sure she would have questions for me tomorrow when, hopefully, my time with the gag was over.

I returned to Mistress, standing at attention, ready for her to send me to bed. Instead, with a look, she directed me back to my knees. I knelt before her, gazing up at her lovely visage. She stroked my cheek for a few moments, her expression thoughtful and pensive.

"You are probably wondering why I spanked you this morning, right Pet?"

I nodded. As she said earlier, as the maid, I was subject to her mercy and whim. But the mystery had plagued my thoughts all day, any questions stifled by the gag in my mouth.

With a sigh, she slid off the couch and onto her knees, leveling herself with me. Taking my hands in hers, she spoke softly, her voice filled with both affection and resolve.

"Last night was wonderful, Sprite. To be able to reconnect with Bill like that was something I've missed and really needed."

I nodded enthusiastically in response. It was wonderful for Bill/me also!

"But that was a moment of weakness for me, Sprite. As your Mistress, I had to make it clear that although you may have been allowed to fuck me, you would not be allowed to fuck with me."

My eyes wide, I shook my head frantically, my stomach twisting at the thought. I would never try anything like that! I lived to serve her! Bill even told her so!

"Spanking you ensured that we both knew where we stood: I am the Mistress, you are the servant." Her eyes glistened on the low light of the den, boring into my soul. Her hands squeezed mine for emphasis, grounding me in the wave of emotion from her words. "And yes, I made sure to give you an extra good spanking to drive the point home--for both of us."

I could feel the emotion bubbling up and a tear spilled out of my eye. She reached up and wiped it away, the emotion apparent in her eyes as well.

A wry smile tugged at her lips. "Hey, it gave Emily a chance to learn to give care, so it wasn't wasted effort." I dropped my gaze briefly before looking back up to her and nodding. I was grateful for those moments with my sister.

She looked to the side, thinking, then looked back at me, her expression was softer, almost wistful.

"Listen, maybe one day you will use your safe word and step away from being the maid. You really can't become Bill again. But maybe, I don't know, you could be Arielle and be part of this household in a different way."

That idea was new. I had never thought of that.

Her fingers caressed my cheek, her voice tender. But her tone shifted, firm and resolute. "It may be too late when that happens. But until then my love, I am the Queen and you are my pet."

Not my Queen, My Goddess!

Her face transformed into an amused smirk. "Hey, Bill said you could only handle being at my feet, so I gave you most of the day at my feet." Her smile lit up her face.

I snuffed a laugh through my gag. I loved her so much! I rolled onto my side, resting my head in her lap and hugging her knees. She ran her fingers through my hair and muttered softly, "Good girl."

We stayed like that for a while. I could have easily been lulled to sleep with her lap as my pillow and her stroking fingers soothing me into a happy trance. Eventually she shook my shoulder. "Time for both of us to get some shut eye, Sweet Pea. We have visitors coming tomorrow. You don't want me to look like a weak Mistress do you?"

I jumped up, Curtsying and shaking my head. Everything had to be perfect tomorrow and I would do everything to make sure it was.

"Good girl! I expect everything to be in order and the extra room in perfect condition for our guests." Mistress's serious tone let me know my bottom was in danger of even more bruising if things were less than perfect.

I curtsied twice to show that I understood. She turned me around and gave my bottom a little pat to send me on my way. "Good Night, Princess!"

Back in the maid's quarters, I finally relieved myself of the gag, working my jaw from being forced open the whole day.

I cleaned up my face and removed my maid uniform, changing into a forest green babydoll nightie set. With my hair tied back, I lay on my side under my bed's comforter.

In the darkness, I thought over the day's events. My bottom was still smarting from the beating hours ago. I understood her reasoning this morning. As the maid, I really had no input on her choices for punishing me, other than my safe word.

But, even as she had me tied up and was laying into me with her paddle, I never even thought of using my safe word. Would I ever be able to? Did I have any limits? I don't know.

Arielle...

Until tonight, there was only Bill and Sprite. A third option was never even considered. Leave it to Mistress to suggest it.

Could I do that? Could I stop being the submissive maid and take a more equitable position in the home?

I could feel her open her eyes for the first time, feeling her way into a new world, a flicker of a spark of a flame.

Maybe one day. But not today.

Today, I am Mistress's maid. Today, I live to serve.

She closed her eyes, moving back to rest in the depths of my mind. She exists now, whatever happens in the future.

Content with my place--so thoroughly impressed upon me this morning--and looking forward to our visitors tomorrow, I let my thoughts quiet. The tension drained from my body, and I let the comforting darkness of sleep take me.