Waiting for Pleasure

My day began with me arising before the sun. I had a rather busy day in front of me and it would be in my best interest to get ahead of it all. I began by quietly tidying the common room not wanting to disturb my Goddesses slumber. Next, I cleaned the bathrooms, and prepared the dining room for the evening meal.

I then made my way to Miss Octavia's bedroom. Walking inside to find my Goddess laying face down in her bed. I approach and gently caress her back to wake her. She slowly stirs, reaching to grab a nearby pillow, and buries her face into it.

"Good morning, Miss Octavia." I said softly as she stirred.

"That time already?" She murmured into the pillow.

I chuckled to myself, "Yes Miss Octavia."

I went to leave but before I could reach the door Miss Octavia spoke. "Liam," she said in a more commanding voice, "I have decided on your outfit for this evening. It is inside the box you were to wait to open." With that I could tell she rolled over in her bed.

"Yes, Miss Octavia," I replied with a bow and exited the room.

After aiding Miss Octavia in her departure for work, I hastily made my way back to my quarters to inspect the inside of the shiny black box with the white ribbon tied around it. I was excited as I rarely received such gifts from Miss Octavia. When I lifted the lid from the box, I immediately saw what she was referring to. A maid outfit, complete with stockings and an apron, all in a shiny black material. The uniform was very revealing, with a short skirt and a low cut top that would leave little to the imagination. It was not something that I was particularly fond of. However, I knew better than to argue with Miss Octavia. While not my usual, Octavia loved to pull this sort of thing from time to time to keep me on my toes, and I knew I had to do everything I could to please her. So, with that in mind, I made sure to put all my effort into being the best maid I could be, as well as the best slave.

Looking at the time I realized I needed to make my way to the market street. If I wanted enough time to finish the remaining preparations I had to stay punctual to the vigorous schedule I had prepared for myself. I grabbed the keys to the car and headed out the door.

The car ride to market street was a rather quick one, but it still left me with plenty of time to get lost in my thoughts. I found myself asking the question. What did Miss Octavia see in this Miss Mei? Not in a petty way, but more genuine curiosity. I had never met Miss Mei and though Miss Octavia has spoken very highly of her, she has not really expanded on why she felt such good feelings about her. What could she be like? Was she kind and bubbly, or maybe even shy and timid? Could she be similar to Miss Octavia, strong, confident and demanding respect.

Stepping into the butcher shop I brushed aside these inquiries trying to refocus on my meal prepping objectives. I was still unsure between halibut and the lamb chops. I have heard it said that a great night starts with a great meal. I needed to make a dish that would pair to tonight's festivities perfectly. I had to leave Miss Octavia's guest with the best impression of her and how she ran her house. I thought of what Miss Octavia would have wanted and with a strong resolve I decided on lamb chops, I paid the butcher and returned to the street continuing my exploration for other ingredients within the farmers market.

Walking around the farmers market, where I always found the best ingredients, the wandering mind started up again. I was excited to see how Miss Octavia might treat me in front of guests. Would she treat me with a more poised presentation or would she tease me as usual? I was too nervous to ask what she had shared with Miss Mei about me, but I did know she had explained her situation with me, and that Miss Mei had consented to being a party member to the dynamic. Beyond that I was in the dark.

"Good Morning Liam," the older farmer, named Hank, who I usually found most of my produce from, greeted. "What are you looking for today?"

He had no clue of the secret life I lived, but what he did know was I was a big fan of cooking. "Well I have a big dinner to prepare for tonight, what do you recommend with lamb chops right now?"

"Oh? Finally locked down a lady perhaps?" he inquired, holding a coy grin across his face.

"Something like that, haha!" I bashfully remarked.

"Well then in that case, I would go with the brussel sprouts. They are perfect this time of year. Chop up a little pistachio and caramelize them before you make the gravy for the chops."

"That sounds delicious Hank you always know how to make me hungry," I joked as he handed me a basket of brussel sprouts. It was interactions like this that almost made me forget about the lifestyle I live. Then the aches deriving from my chaste nether regions brought me back to reality.

Returning home I checked the clock and found myself right on schedule. It was time to clean Miss Octavia's toys in preparation for her date. As I cleaned each toy my mind raced with thoughts of Miss Mei. I could only imagine how Miss Octavia would treat her. I knew well that Miss Octavia was more than happy to use any of these toys. I found myself getting excited at the thought of Miss Mei being subjected to the same treatment I was accustomed to.

Finally completing the chores, I then took the time to prepare myself for the evening, starting with a nice hot shower. The shower was a bit of a challenge however, as I had to shave every inch of my body, which required quite a bit of awkward stretching to get the harder to reach spots. As I endured what I can only imagine was a humiliating and pathetic sight to behold, I reminded myself that doing such a thing would leave Miss Octavia very proud. Once finished, I began the task of dressing myself for the evening. I laid out the uniform Miss Octavia had prepared for me, making sure I was familiar with every piece. I started by deciphering the undergarments. Having watched Miss Octavia slip on similar gowns before I think I could figure it out. I first pulled up the white waist cincher before pulling the strings tight to accentuate my figure. I felt so pathetic as I pulled the white stockings up my now smooth legs. The tightness in my caged cock grew as I clipped the garters to them. I then slid on the lacy crotchless white panties. Making sure to leave my flat cage exposed. Then I put on the sleek black maids dress, it was very revealing and left me feeling both dizzy and exposed. I then tied on the white apron and buckled into the black heels she had included. Looking in the mirror I thought I looked more pathetic than ever, but, oddly enough, I was also highly aroused by the whole thing.

"Miss Octavia sure has trained me well," I chuckled to myself before kneeling on the floor in wait for Miss Octavia's return. I passed the time by listening to some of my favorite hypno tracks. About halfway through the second track I was awoken by the buzzing of my pager. A device Miss Octavia bestowed upon me when she initially claimed me as hers. This made it a hundred times simpler for her to call upon me without having to expend any unnecessary effort. The page simply read "Home Early," which typically meant she would return home roughly 10 minutes earlier than normal.

It was not long before I heard the door open, and I quickly moved to greet her.

"Welcome home, Miss Octavia," I said, bowing my head just past my chest height as a sign of subservience. She looked stunning in her black skirt and blazer, her hair pulled back in a tight bun.

I take her coat and purse as she walks in leading me to her bedroom. I hurriedly hung them in the entryway closet before scuttling after her. I then turned to see her looking at me, a slight smile on her face.

"Thank you, Liam," she replied, her voice as commanding as ever. "I trust everything is ready for tonight?"

"Yes, Miss Octavia, everything is prepared." I replied, my voice steady and calm, though I felt a slight nervousness in my stomach.

Giving her a moment to decompress, I draw a nice warm bath for her, complete with bubbles and a few of her favorite bath salts. I lit some passion fruit scented candles and dimmed the lights to create a relaxing ambiance. Her favourite music was already playing. The water just finishes filling as I hear her coming up the stairs.

"Excellent," she said, walking into the bathroom. She looked at me with a slight smirk on her face, her eyes lingering on my outfit. I felt a slight blush creep up my cheeks, but I knew better than to let my embarrassment show.

"You look lovely, Miss Octavia," I commented, trying to divert her attention. She smiled, seemingly pleased with my compliment.

"I hope you ensure tonight goes as well as your preparations did."

I nodded, my heart racing slightly at the intensity of her gaze.

"Yes, Miss. I will strive for perfection," I replied, my voice firm and reassuring.

She smiled, seeming to approve of my answer.

With that, she began to disrobe. I turned away respectfully, not wanting to invade her privacy.

I could feel her eyes on me as I poured the wine into a glass. I placed it on the edge of the bathtub, along with a small towel. Miss Octavia stepped into the tub, sinking down into the warm water with a contented sigh. She closed her eyes, her face relaxing as she enjoyed the warmth of the bath. I took the opportunity to gather her discarded clothes, careful not to make too much noise. I left the room, closing the door softly behind me, leaving Miss Octavia to relax in peace.

I returned to the kitchen to begin prepping for dinner. I checked that I had everything I needed, making sure that the fruit tart I had prepared earlier had enough time to cool. I then began chopping vegetables and seasoning the meat, the aroma filling the kitchen as I worked. As the evening approached, I was putting the finishing touches together when I received a page. A blank message, this one just meant to summon me or as we called it the general page

I entered the bathroom, a silk robe in my hands. Miss Octavia stood up in the tub, water cascading down her body. I couldn't help but admire her beauty. I quickly averted my eyes, focusing on the task at hand. Even though I knew she liked me looking, I dare not stare. I held out her robe. She stepped out of the tub and allowed me to envelop the robe around her shoulders.

"Thank you, Liam. Now I want you to help me pick out an outfit."

"Yes, Miss Octavia." I was secretly extremely excited as this only happened on special occasions

I followed her into her bedroom, kneeling beside her vanity. She began looking through her closet for the perfect outfit. She started by pulling out a red and black plaid mini dress with a leather strap lattice on the front. Slipping on with a pair black high stockings I was drooling at her visage. When she bent over to pull up the stocking just enough of her butt cheeks poked out from the bottom. I thought it was a very sexy outfit, but I mentioned that I didn't think it was very fitting for the evening as it was a little too over the top. She then tried on a pair of ripped black skinny jeans with a white long sleeve shirt with black bows snaking up the front. This outfit did an excellent job of silhouetting her miraculous figure. However I made the case that this felt too casual for a date night. Then as like most things the third option felt just right. She settled on a long black skirt that fell to her ankles, it had a slit up the side that showed off her toned leg. She paired it with a tight V-neck crop top that accentuated her curves, leaving a tantalizing glimpse of her stomach visible. Around her waist, she wore a thick leather belt, drawing attention to her perfect figure. To complete the look, she added a choker-style body chain that swayed elegantly over her alluring breasts.

I watched in awe as she transformed into the embodiment of a goddess. Her outfit was the perfect blend of elegance and sensuality, showcasing her stunning figure while maintaining an air of sophistication. As she applied her makeup with precision, I could see the self-assurance and power radiating from her. When she was finished, she turned to me, a commanding presence in the room.

"Now, for a once over," she said, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Miss Octavia then walks about the house. Occasionally stopping to scrutinize the details. Wiping her finger across the coffee table and inspecting it for dust. Straightening a fork in the dining room. Telling me to put a book on the shelf that was sitting out, and other things of this nature.

As the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of Miss Mei, Miss Octavia smoothed down her dress and took a deep breath. I could sense her excitement and nervousness, but she maintained her composure, exuding an air of confidence and grace.

She moved towards the door, and I followed, standing to the side of the entrance way as she opened it to greet her date. My heart raced as I caught a glimpse of Miss Mei, curiosity coursing through me.

As Miss Octavia greeted Mei, I couldn't help but observe her. Mei had brown hair tied neatly in a ponytail, revealing her cute, freckled face and glasses perched on her nose. She stood a little shorter than me, and her white button-up crop top and long floral skirt accentuated her figure in a modest yet alluring way. Nude-colored wedges adorned her feet, completing her stylish ensemble.

Mei glanced over at me as I curtsied, awaiting Miss Octavia's introduction.

"Mei, this is my invisible fixer that I had mentioned earlier. He'll be taking care of our every need tonight, so you won't have to lift a finger. This is still something you are quite comfortable with right?" Miss Octavia questioned, gesturing towards me while doing so. Mei looked at me with curiosity, seemingly a bit nervous by my presence. I could sense her uncertainty, but I remained silent, waiting for further instructions from Miss Octavia.

"I am, and it is nice to meet you," Mei said, offering a hesitant smile in my direction. I nodded, maintaining my composure and professionalism.

"Shall we?" Miss Octavia prompted, gesturing towards the living room. Mei nodded, and I led the way, escorting them to the common area where the dining table and lounging space were located. I then discreetly retreated to the kitchen, ready to attend to their needs throughout the evening.

As I waited in the kitchen, I could hear the muffled sounds of laughter and conversation coming from the other room. The pager at my hip remained silent, and I busied myself with final preparations for the meal. I double-checked everything, ensuring that every detail was perfect.

After a short while, the pager buzzed, signaling that they were ready for me to serve their meal. I took a deep breath, steadying my nerves before entering the dining area.

I rolled in a silver dolly, laden with two covered plates and a bottle of merlot displayed prominently in a silver holder. As I approached the table, I could feel Miss Octavia's eyes on me, assessing my performance.

Miss Octavia smiled, seemingly pleased with my quiet presentation. She gestured for me to uncover the plates, and I did so with a flourish, revealing a masterfully plated meal of lamb chops accompanied by mashed potatoes and caramelised brussels sprouts.

As I began uncorking the wine, I noticed that Miss Mei seemed impressed by the meal, her eyes widening slightly as she took in the sight of the food. Miss Octavia simply smiled, appearing satisfied with my efforts.

Throughout the meal, I maintained a discreet presence, refilling their wine glasses and attending to their needs without being intrusive. I could sense the chemistry between them growing as the evening progressed, their conversations becoming more relaxed and flirtatious.

As the meal concluded, I brought the plates into the kitchen, the door swinging back and forth as I entered. I unloaded the cart of dishes and decided to load up on dessert early as Miss Octavia usually liked dessert soon after the main meal. I made my way just outside the door and waited for myself to be called in. I could hear parts of their conversation transpiring, "I don't mind cucking?" Miss Mei had mused.

My heart raced at the sentence, and I had to collect myself so as not to be noticed. "Aren't you precious," Miss Octavia giggled before I felt a buzz from my pager.

"Dessert," was all it read. I quickly straightened myself, taking a small breath before pushing the cart into the common room. A quick hush coming from Miss Octavia, as they both giggled.

"So, um, if you don't mind me asking," Miss Mei began, her gaze fixed on me as I served the fruit tart, "how long have you been under Octavia?"

I glanced at Miss Octavia, seeking her permission to answer. She nodded almost imperceptibly, and I turned my attention back to Miss Mei.

"For about a few months now, Miss Mei," I replied, my voice soft and polite. "It's been an honor to serve her in any way I can."

"I see. And you, um, do all of this willingly?" She seemed genuinely curious, and I could sense a hint of hesitation in her voice.

I nodded, smiling slightly. "Of course, Miss Mei. I find it fulfilling to be of service to Miss Octavia. It brings me a sense of purpose."

Miss Mei looked thoughtful, considering my words. "That's, um, interesting. I've never met anyone like you before in person. You're very dedicated to your work."

I bowed my head slightly, acknowledging her comment. "Thank you, Miss Mei. I strive to be the best I can be for Miss Octavia."

"Well, aren't you just the perfect little servant?" Miss Mei teased, a playful glint in her eyes. "Octavia, where did you find him? He's adorable."

Miss Octavia chuckled, reaching out to stroke my hair affectionately. "Oh, I have my ways. Liam here is a treasure, isn't he? So obedient and eager to please."

I felt a surge of pride at her words, basking in her approval. Miss Mei watched the interaction with interest, a small smile playing on her lips.

"I can see that," Miss Mei said, her gaze lingering on me for a moment before turning back to Miss Octavia. "So, um, tell me more about yourself, Liam. What made you decide to, well, become a servant like this?"

I shifted slightly, unsure of how much I should reveal.

"It's something I've always been drawn to, Miss Mei. I find that submitting to someone else's will brings me a sense of peace and fulfillment. It brings both mental gratification as well as a sexual one. I think there is something oddly satisfying knowing that my actions arouse my Goddess."

Miss Mei seemed to ponder this, her brow furrowing slightly. "I think I understand. It's like a, um, mutual agreement. You get something out of it, and so does Octavia."

"Exactly," I agreed, relieved that she was beginning to grasp the dynamic. "It's a mutually beneficial relationship built on trust, respect, and open communication."

"I'm glad you two are getting along," Miss Octavia interjected, smiling warmly at us both. "Liam is very special to me, and I'm happy to share him with you, Mei."

I felt a rush of gratitude towards Miss Octavia, touched by her words. Miss Mei smiled, reaching out to pat my hand gently.

"You're a good boy, Liam," she said, her voice softly toying with me similarly to Miss Octavia's. "I'm glad you have such a wonderful owner like Octavia."

I beamed at her praise, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. "Thank you, Miss Mei," I murmured, grateful for her understanding.

As the conversation flowed, Miss Mei couldn't help but steal glances at me, her curiosity piqued. "I have to admit, I'm still a bit confused about some things," she said hesitantly, glancing at Miss Octavia for reassurance.

Miss Octavia nodded, encouraging her to continue. "What would you like to know, darling?"

"Well, um, you mentioned earlier about Liam being in chastity?" Miss Mei asked, her cheeks flushing slightly. "What kinda of cage does he sport?"

I felt a twinge of nervousness at her question, unsure of how to respond. But Miss Octavia simply smiled.

"Would you like to see it?" Miss Octavia excitedly asks, an amused grin now radiating from her face.

"Yes!" Miss Mei quickly responds.

I shifted uncomfortably, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks. But Miss Octavia gestured for me to show her, a knowing glint in her eye."Of course," I said, trying to sound calm despite my growing embarrassment. "I wear a chastity device at all times, unless Miss Octavia decides otherwise."

I hesitantly lifted the hem of my maid uniform, revealing the small, flat metal cage that enclosed my genitals. Miss Mei gasped softly, her eyes fixed on the device with a mixture of fascination and apprehension. "Oh, I see... Not much to show" She giggled, while covering her mouth. "I've never seen anything like that before. Does it, um, hurt?"

I shook my head, lowering my uniform. "No, Miss. It's quite comfortable, well most of the time. It's specifically designed for long-term wear."

Miss Mei nodded, still looking a bit stunned. "I see. Well, um, thank you for explaining that to me, Liam. I appreciate your honesty."

I bowed my head respectfully. "Of course, Miss."

Then the attention shifted away from me and back to their flirtations, I continued pouring their drinks, lingering a bit longer than necessary. It wasn't often that I got to be around others in such a setting, especially around someone as cute as Miss Mei. I might even argue she is almost as attractive as Miss Octavia. But eventually, I knew I'd have to return to my quarters, and I reluctantly made my way back to the kitchen, leaving the two women to continue their conversation.

Occasionally being summoned via my pager, I finished cleaning the kitchen and sent a page to Miss Octavia. "I'm done."

Moments later I heard a soft rasp at the kitchen door. I turned to see Miss Octavia standing there, a warm smile on her face. She glanced around at the spotless kitchen with approval.

I nodded, returning her smile. "Yes, Miss. Everything is cleaned up and put away."

"I think it's time for you to get some rest, don't you?" she said softly, her fingers tracing my lower lip.

I swallowed some air, quivering as I agreed, "As you wish Miss."

"Then lead the way," she said, turning and letting me lead her towards my quarters. A feeling of disappointment washed over me as I didn't want to miss any of the events that might happen.

As we entered my quarters, Miss Octavia turned to face me, her expression stern but caring. "Strip," she commanded, her voice firm with an amused glare in her eyes.

I obeyed immediately, removing my maid uniform and neatly hanging it in the closet. Then standing before her in only my chastity cage my legs spread wide with my hands held behind my back, she circled me slowly. As her eyes darted up and down my body I could feel the heat building in my cheeks and a nervous inkling filled my head.

"Good boy," she murmured, which was ok to get into my cage.

I did as I was told, climbing into my large dog cage littered with a heap of blankets I affectionately called "slave furs." Then Miss Octavia closed the door of the cage behind me, locking it with a soft click. After which she placed a small device on the ground too far for me to reach.

As she turned to leave, I called out to her once. "Miss Octavia?"

She paused, looking back at me with a questioning gaze. "Yes?"

"I um, I hope you have a good night. With Miss Mei, I mean."

A soft smile played on her lips as she replied, "Oh, I'm sure I will. Goodnight darling."

As she stepped out of my room, she lingered a second before returning with a small vibrating wand which she dropped through the slits in my cage. "You know the rules" she coyly remarked giggling as she shut the door behind her. As always she was reminding me that I didn't have permission to cum, I wondered what she had in store for me

As I lay in my cage, the sounds of the evening carried through the house. Muffled laughs, the clinking of glasses, and the occasional rise and fall of their voices created an enchanting melody that filled my quarters. Then, for a moment, everything became still and the world seemed to hold its breath.

A silence fell over the house, broken suddenly by the soft chime coming from somewhere inside my room. My chest pounding as I heard the odd sounds that followed. Lips smacking, the soft moan of a woman, and the rustling of clothes filled my ears. My eyes began to scan the room before they found its source. The little box Miss Octavia had set inside my room. It must be some sort of audio monitoring device with the microphone somewhere near the common room. Miss Octavia and Miss Mei must have been getting more intimate

Soft giggles could be heard with comments like "Ow! That hurts," in a begging manner.

Followed by a sly remark, "I know you like it."

Then the sound of someone falling backwards laughing with clothes being thrown on the ground. It was almost too much, only being able to hear, all the while letting my imagination run rampant.

As the sounds grew more intense, I could tell that Miss Octavia had taken charge. The slaps of a flogger, or maybe it was the crack from a crop, and the cries of pleasure from Miss Mei filled my room. I imagined Miss Octavia towering over Miss Mei, her whip in hand as she brought the delicate woman to the edge of ecstasy.

A squishing, slurping sound began to become more prominent, followed by more moaning. My mind visualises Miss Octavia's slender fingers pressing in and out of her date. Loud moans emanated from the monitor as Miss Mei begs to cum. "Please let me cum? Please..." she begged.

Miss Octavia just laughed while the sound of the fingering stopped for a second before beginning again. "Not yet darling," she mused. This was something I was quite familiar with, Miss Octavia had a gift at teasing, and she knew exactly when to stop and start when tormenting her victims.

Another moment of silence, and then a louder moan and a plapping sound. "Fuck... you feel so good inside me Octaiva," echoed from the monitor.

I pressed my ear against the cage, straining to hear every detail. The sounds of their love making were music to my ears, a symphony of passion and desire that I longed to be part of.

"How bad do you want it?" came through almost too soft to hear. I could almost see her hand on Miss Mei's cheek as she whispered in her ear.

Then the sound of a smack and a moaned response, "please give it to me."

Feeling flushed with arousal, I wrapped my fingers around the vibrator Miss Octavia graciously had given me, pressing lightly against my flat chastity cage. The vibrations pulsed through me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

As the night wore on, the sounds coming from the other room only grew in intensity. I could hear Miss Octavia and Miss Mei lost in their passion, their cries of pleasure bellowing through the monitor.

Eventually the vibrating wand died, and I was left squirming in my captivity, desperate for release with no permission to do so. This was one of those moments I had mentioned where it could be occasionally uncomfortable. I found myself fighting the urge to play with my locked dicklet, to rub it, or grind on my pillow. These were forbidden actions if I were not given permission to them.

The overwhelming sounds of moaning coming from Miss Mei. She was nearly screaming in bliss. I can only assume she was cumming. I then heard some heavy panting with a sigh of relief.

I was not meant to cum. Instead I was forced to listen to the sounds of their love ruckus, tormented by my own desires. It was agony, pure and simple. But it was also exquisite, a reminder of the life I had chosen and the woman I dutifully served.

"Do you think... maybe I could try it on?" was softly asked by Miss Mei.

I held my breath in anticipation as to what might come next.

"Of course darling, here let me show you," came in response. I could hear the sweet smile as Miss Octavia loosened the straps and did them up for Miss Mei.

The sounds to follow were something that I was not familiar with hearing. Miss Octavia feeling the bliss of Miss Mei's strap. Her moans were exquisite and all I could think is that I would never be able to make her sound as such. All the while she was coaching Miss Mei through it.

"That's good... go a little faster now... oh yeah that feels good," Miss Octavia voice boomed over the monitor. I imagine she was perched right over the mic making sure to let me know what I was missing.

"Does this feel nice?" Miss Mei would respond, as the sound of thrusting sped up.

As the night stretched further, I was miserable and wily. Longing to cum, but not able to. I tried covering my ears with my pillow, or burying my face in my furs, it was no use. The sounds kept piercing my ears.

I eventually came to terms with the inability to release this pent up frustration. I felt exhausted from a hard day's work, and the speed to which my heart had been beating hearing all the magnificent noises coming from the little black box sitting in the middle of my room. I inevitably drifted to sleep, lulled by the sounds of passion coming from the other room. It was a fitful sleep, filled with dreams of what I wish I could be a part of. But it was enough, and as the first rays of sunlight crept into my quarters, I woke with a sense of anticipation, wondering what this new day might bring.

I found my cage unlocked, a clear sign that Miss Octavia had snuck in while I slept. Granting me permission to begin my day.

As I emerged from my furs, I took a moment to stretch my arms and legs, feeling the familiar ache in my muscles from another night spent confined. It was a good ache, a reminder of my devotion to Miss Octavia.

I made my bed, carefully arranging the blankets and pillows inside my cage. This was an important ritual I did every morning, and a reflection to the order and discipline that Miss Octavia had instilled in me.

Once my cage was made presentable, I moved on to my moment of prayer. I knelt before my shrine, a collection of items that held great significance for me. There were dozens of candles scattered around the table, their wax dripping down the sides and pooling at the base. On top of the table rested a small dish holding the key to my chastity cage beneath it a large fur. Behind the table hung an ornate wooden placard, engraved with the sigil of Miss Octavia. The sigil was a powerful symbol, one that represented her authority over me and the magic that flowed between us. A wooden owl totem sat beside the placard, watching over me with its wise eyes. Thick cotton rope snaked its way around the candles and the base of the table, adding to the sense of reverence that filled the space.

I took a deep breath, focusing my thoughts on Miss Octavia. I closed my eyes, picturing her face and feeling her presence in my mind. I reached out with my sense, seeking a connection to her energy and power.

As I meditated, I felt a warmth spread through my body. It started in my chest radiating outwards until it filled me completely. I knew that it was Miss Octavia, reaching out to me across the distance that separated us. I yearned for her approval, wishing to gain her pride in my devotion. It was a heady feeling, one that filled me with joy and contentment. I could feel her energy flowing through me, a reminder of the bond that existed between us.

I remained in that state for several minutes, basking in the glow of Miss Octavia's presence. When I finally opened my eyes, I felt refreshed and renewed, ready to face whatever challenges the day might bring.

I stood slowly, taking a moment to stretch one last time before I began grooming myself for the day. It was important I kept myself presentable for Miss Octavia. After brushing my teeth I dressed for the day.

I made my way to the common room. The first thing I noticed was the mess that had been left behind in the previous night's wake. Clothes were strewn about haphazardly, and various toys littered around the room. The air was thick with the scent of sex, a potent reminder of what had transpired.

I couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy as I surveyed the scene. I longed to have been part of it, to have experienced the pleasures that Miss Octavia and her date shared. However I knew my role was different, that my purpose was to serve and support my Goddess in whatever her needs may be.

I set to work cleaning up, gathering the clothes and toys, lingering a second, tempted to smell or taste them. Yet my fear of punishment prevented me from taking such an action. I put them aside to be washed later. As I worked I couldn't help but think about what may have happened in this room just hours before. I wondered what it had been like for Miss Octavia, what sensations she had experienced as she explored her date's body.

Once the rooms were tidy again, I lit some scented candles which only diminished the overwhelming aroma of a good fucking. I took a step back to survey my handiwork, feeling a sense of satisfaction at a job well done.

Next, I turned my attention to the kitchen. I knew that Miss Octavia, and likely her guest as well, would have quite an appetite when they awoke. I set to preparing a light breakfast spread. Including freshly sliced strawberries, blueberries, and pineapple, some scrambled eggs, applewood smoked bacon, and toast. I brewed a pot of coffee, being sure to include some cream and sugar. I arranged it all on the silver dolly covering the dishes, and carting it towards Miss Octavia's room.

When I entered the room, I saw Miss Octavia was still asleep, her naked body tangled up with her date. They were both lying on their sides, facing each other with their arms wrapped around one another. Miss Mei looked peaceful in her slumber, a gentle smile resting upon her face.

I rolled the dolly to the foot of the bed, careful not to disturb the sleeping women. I took a moment to admire the scene before me, feeling grateful for the opportunity to serve my Goddess in this way.

With my tasks completed for the morning, I retreated from the room, leaving Miss Octavia and her newfound lover to their sleep. Feeling content in the knowledge that I had done my duty and hopefully left my Master pleased.

As I settled into scrubbing down the sticky, used toys I felt the familiar buzzing from my pager. I picked it up, my heart skipping a beat as I read the message Miss Octavia had sent.

"Good Work," a simple but effective note acknowledging my efforts.

I couldn't help but smile as I read the words, feeling a surge of pride and gratification. It was the messages like this that reinvigorated me. That reminded me of why I have stayed so devout and obedient. I affirmed my commitment to Miss Octavia, strengthening my bond to her. I knew that I would do anything to make her happy, to earn her approval and her praise.