Maid to Please Pt. 04

I wipe my delicate lips before draping the napkin in its place, the horizontal pole that is Maid's rigid sex. I take a sip of wine, savouring it, as well as the view of her next to me...

Maid is stood ramrod vertical next to my table. The tightly-laced corset ensures the lower part of her torso remains straight, and the arm binder pulls her shoulders back, and thrusts her breasts forward in a delightfully enticing manner. Each prominently erect nipple is collared with a tight rubber ring around its base, from which hangs a small bell.

Her neck is equally tightly laced into a neck corset, ensuring her rubber-clad face is facing rigidly forwards. Her mouth is held open by a ring gag, the red outer circle complementing her lipstick, and contrasting beautifully with the black rubber hood. A string of saliva hangs enticingly from her lower lip.

Below her hips, her legs are ramrod straight in their dark seamed stockings. She cannot bend them at all, as Maid is impaled on a large dildo buried deep within her tight passage. This large dildo is fixed to an adjustable vertical bar, which is fastened in turn to the spreader bar that is keeping her ankles slightly apart. The spreader bar is fastened to each ankle cuff, which also serves to lock her excessively high heels in place. In addition, the arm binder is also chained to the same spreader bar.

Thus Maid cannot stand other than ramrod straight.

But it is evident she is enjoying the experience, as her sex is hard and thick, straining out horizontally beneath the corset, sprouting delightfully from the delicate lace of her crotchless panties. It is the perfect place for my napkin.

Below this, Maid can feel the stretch of a weight pulling on her balls: I have fitted her with a leather parachute device, which delightfully encircles her swollen testicles, and from which hangs a small metal tray. Neatly arranged on the tray are steel salt and pepper dispensers, which I use to season the food before me. I take another sip of wine before using the salt again, just a few grains, and replacing on the tray. My napkin bobs a little as she readjusts to the additional weight of the salt cellar below her. Lovely.

Finishing my main course, I reach across the table for my dessert. It looks a little dry, but I taste it, and indeed it is dry. I admonish Maid for this oversight, and tell her I will now need to milk her so I can enjoy the rest of my meal.

I remove the napkin, and, placing my dessert bowl at the edge of the table just below her thrusting sex, I slowly glide my fingers up and down her rigid protrusion. There is already clear moisture leaking from her slit, which is a start, but is no where near enough for my needs. I am hoping that Maid has built up a good supply of cream from her hours of teasing. I know she has been close to the edge on a number of occasions, so I am confident she will provide me with a copious serving.

My slow tease with the fingers increases, and I grip her bulbous head between thumb and forefinger, milking her quicker and quicker.

Maid's breathing becomes a pant, as I continue the manipulation of her shiny bulb. Suddenly, she stiffens, and I hear her gasp as a thick wad of milky cum spurts from her slit. I direct it over my dessert, while pumping her for more. She obliges, with further spurts of cream. Her groans and cries are distorted by the ring gag, as I continue to extract more of her fluid, draining every last drop from her swollen apature.

When I can't seem to extract any more, I pull my dessert bowl away and lean over to suck the last vestige of cream from the end of her exposed slit. Maid is trembling and shaking, but her organ remains steadfastly hard and erect, almost certainly because of the continued tight constraint of the steel ring around its base.

Releasing her from my mouth, I leave my panting Maid to stand there ramrod straight, to tremble and shake off her post-orgasmic trance, while I delight in my now very moist, exceptionally creamy, and deliciously satisfying dessert.

I polished off the remainder of my dessert, occasionally wiping my lips with the serviette before duly replacing it in its appropriate place, marvelling at the fact that Maid remained beautifully tumescent throughout, despite her explosive climax moments before: I could only surmise this was down to the fact the steel ring around the base of her organ kept her that way, or the fact there was a very large rubber plug buried deep within her rear passage, or more likely, a combination of both!