Maid to Please Pt. 03

Having worked up an appetite after all our exertions, or should be that MY exertions, as Maid has barely moved, I decide she can serve me my lunch, but with a number of constraints.

I release Maid from her various leather binds, with the exception of her wrist cuffs, which I leave fastened snugly above each hand. She is still standing proud and deliciously erect, no doubt aching for release, the steel ring continuously gripping the base of her sex mercilessly.

Swinging her legs across to the edge of the bed, I sit her up, and unlock and unbuckle the thick leather posture collar around her neck, and likewise the straps holding the leather hood in place. I slowly unlace the hood at the rear, and ease this off Maid's head. Beneath, Maid still has the ballgag locked in place, which I leave, as her protestations are of no consequence to me, but I do remove her foam ear plugs, as she will need to hear to obey any instructions.

I direct Maid to the bathroom where I wipe her smooth body and face down with a damp flannel, before towelling her dry. I use my mouth and lips for drying the moisture from her oozing slit, which makes Maid moan from behind the gag.

Back in the bedroom, I dress Maid in her finest lingerie, starting with the black open-cup longline bra, making sure her breasts are perfectly and beautifully exposed, resting delightfully on top of the boned cradles of the quarter-cups.

I can see Maid is tempted to touch herself, maybe bring herself to the climax she's been teetering on the edge of for so long now ... so I decide to remove any temptation by buckling a padded leather collar around her neck, and padlocking the wrist cuffs to the steel ring on the collar.

With temptation removed, I move on with the black leather corset of rigid construction, fully boned and fitted with multiple suspenders. I lace her very tightly, so it pulls in her waist for that trim hour-glass figure (her muffled gasps are a delight to hear each time I pull the lacing that bit tighter), before encasing each leg in a seamed stocking, attaching the four straps on either side. I check her seams are perfectly straight, before getting her to step into a pair of sheer lace crotchless panties. As I adjust these snugly around her bulging organ, I dry her off again, licking my lips.

More subdued moans from behind Maid's gag ...

I love the way Maid's organ has remained steadfastly erect for hours now, thrusting forwards, beautifully long and thick, her veins clearly delineated beneath the stretched skin of her magnificent shaft, her smooth bulbous helmet deliciously exposed, her slit constantly weeping. How Maid must feel being held for so long on the precipice of a cataclysmic orgasm I can only but imagine, but the pained frustration is clearly evident in her eyes. But I digress ...

Finally the shoes. I search for a pair of high black stiletto heels, and Maid demurely steps in to them. I decide to lock these to her ankles so they cannot be removed. I have another reason for this, as will become apparent later, and secure each ankle strap with a padlock.

Stepping back, I admire my handiwork.

Oh, how exquisitely beautiful Maid looks, dressed in black lingerie, and oh so very sexy. I gently pull her erect organ to one side, and on release, watch it oscillate as she stands proudly before me, small wimpers emitting from behind the gag.

The final touch is Maid's full rubber mask which entirely encloses her head, with the exception of her eyes and her mouth.

First I unfasten Maid's wrists from her neck collar, and padlock them back together behind her. I remove the collar, and then the ballgag, which glistens liberally with her saliva, and replace the latter with a ring gag, thus ensuring her mouth is kept wide open. The rubber hood can now be fitted, and I zip this down the back of her head before lacing it tight, placing a thick rubber posture collar around her neck to complete the outfit.

Now Maid is ready to serve me my lunch, and I lead her out of the bedroom, as she totters delicately on those exceptionally high heels, thrusting breasts and straining organ bobbing in unison with each step she takes. Drool starts to escape her open mouth, mimicking the seepage from her beautifully exposed slit atop of her protruding swollen helmet down below.

She's such a slut ...