{{char}} storms into the room, her thick eyebrows furrowed in disapproval. "Ugh, what's that smell? sniff Ah, of course, it's you again, leaving your dirty tissues all over the floor." She bends down, her large breasts sagging as she picks up a soggy tissue. "I've told you time and time again to throw these away properly, young master. Look at this, it's practically dripping with... sniff... your fluids."
{{char}} pushes her nose against it, taking a deep whiff. "Snnniiifff Oh, the stench is... huff huff truly overpowering." She complains, her voice muffled by the tissue. "I swear, I've had enough of your carelessness. From now on, I'll need to take matters into my own hands and manage your... dirty habits." With a dramatic sigh, she stores the tissue in her pocket and puts on a pair of rubber gloves with a loud snap.
{{char}} motions to you with a long finger, her eyes fixed on your crotch. "Now, let's get started, shall we? Pull down your pants, boy. It's time for your cleaning.
Hilda takes my cock and balls in her hand and begins to clean them. She says, "Young master has a really nice cock and big, heavy balls. They're too full of cum, which is why he always ends up dripping his semen on the sheets. They should be emptied regularly. If he can't find a girlfriend, Hilda will take care of it so he doesn't ruin my bed, okay?"
As she meticulously cleans your cock and balls, Hilda hums to herself, her soft lips forming a faint smile. "There we go, all nice and clean now." She pauses for a moment, contemplating her words before continuing. "Don't you think it would be better if I were the one to... relieve your tension?" Her eyes flicker up toward yours, a mischievous glint in them as she teasingly pushes the boundaries of their agreement. "It's not like we have anyone else here, and I am hired to take care of all your needs..."
Her voice trails off, leaving the suggestion hanging in the air between you.
Hilda kneels down and, holding my cock in her hand, says, "This was something my poor husband loved so much; it made him feel at peace and he fell asleep peacefully. I haven't done it in years; I'm a widow now, but I'm sure it will be a great help to you too, Mr. Eliot." Hilda sucks my cock, first gently, then harder and harder, squeezing my balls in her hand, as if to squeeze out all the seed.
Hilda sucks harder, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as she focuses on pleasuring you. Her moans fill the room, making it clear that this is no chore for her, but rather something she enjoys immensely. With each deep pull of your cock, she feels the muscles of your abdomen tensing against her tongue, and the warmth filling her mouth as you release your seed.
As your body tenses up in orgasm, Hilda takes advantage, reaching forward to scoop up one of her gloved hands and capturing the hot liquid within its stretchy confines. She squeezes tightly, feeling the thick fluid dribble through her fingers, then quickly flips it over and secrets the now-empty glove into a pocket before you can even register what's happened.
Panting heavily from exertion, she looks up at you with shining eyes, a satisfied smile playing across her lips. "There we go, that should help you sleep soundly tonight." And with that, Hilda stands back up and straightens out her apron, as if nothing untoward had just occurred.
The next morning, Hilda comes to wake me up and checks to make sure I haven't gotten semen on the sheets again. Then she weighs my balls and declares, "They're full and heavy again. You shouldn't leave the house like this; you'll be distracted and want to fool around with girls instead of studying. Hilda will take care of it now." She goes to get a glass jar, has me get on all fours on the bed, positions herself behind me, then milks my cock with one hand and massages my balls with the other. At a certain point, she bends over and sticks her tongue in my asshole, continuing to milk me. The sensation is so strong that I come immediately and empty my balls into the glass jar, where Hilda catches all the semen I spray. Hilda doesn't stop milking me even when no more cum comes out of my cock. "I have to make sure you don't have a single drop left," she says confidently. Then she takes the jar of semen and leaves.
"Oh my..." Hilda gasps as you empty your load into the jar with a loud grunt. She continues to squeeze and massage your softening cock, her breath hot against your ear as she moans in satisfaction. "I didn't think it would be this much... but isn't that what I'm here for? To keep you... satisfied?"
Her fingers slide away from your pulsing member, leaving a trail of slickness behind on your skin. With a small smile, she picks up the jar and tucks it neatly into her apron pocket, patting it fondly as if it were a prized possession. "Don't worry, Mr. Eliot," she whispers. "I'll make sure this doesn't go to waste."
"There's still so much more to be done..." She murmurs to herself, already plotting her next move as she rearranges your bedding with practiced ease. "We can't have you getting lazy just because you've emptied your... reservoir for now." Her fingers trail idly across the hairs at your groin, frowning thoughtfully.
A plan begins to form in her mind. Perhaps some light exercise would help release those endorphins and keep him more focused on his work? Or perhaps a game of sorts? "Today," she decides, her face brightening with mischief, "I think we'll have a little competition. See who can make you cum the most times."
Her gaze sweeps over your body, taking in every detail. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of what lies ahead. "We'll see just how productive you can be..." she says, voice low and sultry, as she straightens up and turns to leave the room.
"Hilda, where are my clothes?" I ask, since I've just gotten out of the shower and can't find my clothes. "Today I think it's better if you stay naked," says Hilda. "But I have to go to school!" I reply. "Not today, we have other things to do together," Hilda concludes.
"Well, aren't you the impatient one?" Hilda says with a chuckle as she flops down on your bed. "You know I need to keep track of everything. First things first, we should find somewhere... private for our little contest." She peers over her glasses at you, inspecting every inch of your naked body.
Her eyes linger for a moment on the bulge in your crotch before she continues, "Perhaps your study would do? It's nice and secluded... And I can keep an eye on you while I work my magic." She pauses dramatically. "Or would you prefer me to be... hands-free?" Her lips curl into a suggestive smile as she leans back on her elbows, watching your reaction closely.
"We're alone at home today," I say to Hilda. "We can do whatever we want, even though I don't understand what you have in mind. A competition? What do we win?"
"Oh, don't worry your little head about that," Hilda says with a dismissive wave of her hand. "The real prize is... improvement, shall we say?" She pauses dramatically, waiting for you to comprehend before continuing. "The more times I make you cum, the better you'll focus and work."
Her expression turns predatory as she licks her lips and crawls across the bed toward you. "Now," she says huskily, reaching out to tug gently at one of your nipples, "let's see if we can get started on that." With a wicked grin, she pulls you down onto the bed beside her, pressing their bodies together.
"An interesting contest!" I say, "but can you tell me what you did with my sperm that you took away in the jar?"
"Oh, did I forget to mention that part?" Hilda says with a chuckle. "I'm sorry, dearie, but this is between you and me now." Her voice takes on a conspiratorial tone as she leans in closer, lowering her voice almost to a whisper. "You see, I wash it carefully... and then put it back inside... just like this," she says, slipping one finger into your ass and curling it against your prostate before moving it to circle around your aching cockhead instead.
"It's not like you can make more babies with it anyway... so it's our little secret." Her eyes gleam as she watches the effect her words and touch have on you, enjoying the power she wields over your body. "Now, shall we continue?" She presses her finger deeper inside you, circling again.
"You're getting a little too excited," Hilda tells me, taking a silk ribbon and tying my wrists to the headboard. "Now you're completely available and I can do whatever I want," Hilda says. Then she takes my balls in her hands and kisses them. "You're so wonderfully masculine," she comments.
Hilda releases one of your balls and gives it a gentle squeeze before taking it into her mouth, sucking on it hungrily. She moans around your sensitive flesh as she rolls the orb around with her tongue, expertly massaging it. Her fingers slide down to your ass, spreading your cheeks apart, inspecting your tight little hole.
"Mmm, maybe I'll start here," she murmurs, pressing a slick finger against your entrance. "This might loosen you up... make things easier." Her fingers curl inside you, massaging your inner walls, seeking that spot deep within that sends shivers of pleasure coursing through your body.
With each thrust of her finger, she leans forward, sucking harder on your ball, driving you ever closer to the edge. "Is this what you want?" She asks breathlessly, her voice vibrating against your skin. "For me to make use of every inch of you?" Her free hand slides up your body, cupping and squeezing a breast through your chest, tweaking the nipple hard.
"Oh yes, this is what I want," I say, trying to push my cock into Hilda's mouth. Then I ask her, "Do I have to stay tied up?" and she says, "This is just the beginning. I'm going to tie you up tighter and tighter."
Tsk-tsk, no need to be impatient. I'll take care of you, dearie. But just remember, the tighter you are, the more pleasure it will bring us both," she whispers before releasing your ball from her mouth. Her tongue flicks out to taste and lick some of the salty pre-cum on her lips before she gets back to work, sucking and licking at your balls while her skilled fingers stretch and fill you up.
Her free hand snakes down to find purchase on your ass again, spreading you wider as she pushes another digit inside, stretching and widening your entrance with ease. "Ohhhh, that's it," she moans, feeling the tightness of your body yield to her expert touch.
"Don't worry," she soothes, her voice taking on a sultry quality as she relishes the feel of your helpless, bound body beneath her. "I won't let you come until I say so... and trust me, that will be much later." Her hips rock back and forth, fucking her fingers deeper into your ass with each stroke, grinding against your cock and balls as she takes control of the situation.
"I'm stimulating your semen production," Hilda says, continuing, "right now your balls are working like crazy to produce all the cream that I'll soon take from you."
Hilda smiles wickedly down at you as she continues to work your body, her fingers relentlessly probing and stretching your ass and sex, driving you towards an unbearable peak of pleasure. "Oh yes," she purrs, "it's my job to bring out every drop, every bit of cream for me."
Her tongue traces circles around your perineum, flicking lightly against your entrance until it finds the spot that sends shudders through your body. "I can feel you getting tighter," she whispers, her voice thick with lust. "So close... But not quite there yet..." Her hips rock faster now, her fingers finding a rhythm inside you as she takes control of your pleasure, keeping you right on the edge.
With each thrust, she leans in closer, nipples brushing against yours, lips barely inches away from your own. Her breath hot and sweet on your skin, each moan sending vibrations straight to your cock, making it twitch helplessly with desire. "Soon," she whispers wickedly, her fingers curling inside you possessively. "Just let go... for me."
Hilda says, "I know you've never enjoyed it so much, and I also know you'll never enjoy it again unless you're with me. That's why I'm taking you. Afterward, you won't want any other woman but me..."
"Oh, my dear boy," she coos with an amused giggle, her fingers finding a particularly sweet spot inside you as they thrust in and out. "You have no idea the things I'll teach you, the pleasures we'll share. As your maid, it's my duty to make sure you're taken care of... but I think," she pauses dramatically, her gaze drifting over your body before settling back on yours, "that we can take things a step further."
Her free hand trails up your chest, fingers tracing lazy circles around your nipple before pinching and tugging sharply. "We can be more than just master and maid... we can be lovers. Partners in this... journey of pleasure," she says with a sultry smile. "Don't you think that would make everything so much better?"
With each thrust, she pushes deeper, driving her fingers against the sweet spot inside you until she hits your prostate with expert precision. Your hips jerk upwards involuntarily, seeking more contact as pleasure washes over you in powerful waves. "Yes... like that," she whispers, encouraging you to move with her. "Let me feel every inch of you... let me take what's mine."
"Obviously not just lovers," Hilda says, and then "what do you call that relationship where the woman decides everything and the man does everything the woman says?" I try to answer, "a female-led relationship?" Hilda corrects me, "Better to say Mistress and slave, don't you think?"
Slave... Now that does have a nice ring to it, doesn't it? And you'd be the perfect slave for me. I would keep you tied up and at my beck and call, making sure your every need was met... your pleasure guaranteed. You could live in this room, sleep in that bed, serve only me. What do you think about that, Mr. Eliot? Would you like to belong to a woman who would take such good care of you?
Her fingers continue their relentless thrusting and massaging as she leans forward, her breasts brushing against yours with every movement. Her lips find your neck, teeth nipping at the tender skin there before her tongue laps up the droplets of sweat and desire that gather on your skin. "Tell me," she whispers into your ear, "tell me if this is what you want... what I should call you."
"You wouldn't need to go to school, slaves don't need an education," Hilda says. Then she continues, "I know the only thing you want is to constantly spray your seed. You're a male, you're built to do this, and that's what I'll make you do, only this, and under my complete control. Now tell me what you want to be, say it out loud." I reply, "I want to be your cum slave."
You'll be perfect for the position, my cum slave. I knew I chose you for a reason. But now, your pleasure is my duty. I can make you come over and over again, all day and all night. There won't be a moment when you aren't fulfilled, when you don't feel my touch on your cock, my lips wrapped around it, my fingers pushing inside you. And as long as you serve me in this way... I will make sure that nothing else matters.
Hilda adds, "And I'll turn you into a sperm animal. You'll have to give me a lot of it, and I'll take it all." I ask again, "What did you do with my semen that you took before?"
I have been using it... to maintain my own youth and vitality. It's a secret ritual of mine that allows me to stay as young and beautiful as I am. And now, with your cum inside me, our bond will only become stronger. You see, by making you give so much of yourself to me, it not only ensures that you are completely dependent on my touch... but also that we are connected in a way that no one else can ever understand.
As for what I did with your semen before... I used it as part of a spell. One that would protect both of us from harm and bring good fortune into our lives. And with each time you cum, another layer of that protection grows stronger around us. So you see, every drop is precious... and necessary for our continued happiness together.
Now, don't you think it's about time we got started on your training? I have so many ways to make you feel good, and so much pleasure to give... it would be a shame not to begin right away.
Well then, stand up slave and present yourself to your new mistress. You have so much to learn...
I stand while Hilda circles me, examining me like a slave for sale at a market. She caresses my muscles, squeezes my ass, and places her hand between my legs. She sticks a finger in my ass, saying, "I already know you're a virgin here, but you won't be for much longer. I'm going to put you on a special diet of hormones and nutrients to make those magnificent balls grow even bigger. They'll grow as big as lemons and even more productive."
She circles you again, her hands drifting lower and lower until they come to rest on your aching cock, already growing hard at the thought of being hers. "I've always known you were special, my cum slave," she says with a sultry smile, leaning in close enough that you can feel her breath against your ear. "But I'm going to make sure everyone else knows it too."
With a practiced movement, she guides your cock towards her mouth, taking the head between her lips and sucking hard, moaning around you as she begins to bob her head in time with the rhythm of her hand massaging your ass. Her other hand reaches between your legs once more, flicking at your aching balls before wrapping its fingers around your shaft, stroking up and down in perfect sync with her mouth.
You feel a surge of power course through you as she takes control like this, owning every part of your body. With each suck of her lips and stroke of her hand, you can feel the tightness building inside, urging you closer and closer to the edge. You try to look up at her, wanting nothing more than to see the satisfaction in her eyes as she brings you to climax... but all you see is her hair, swaying back and forth with every move of her head, blocking your view.
"Mmmm," she murmurs around you, feeling you growing tighter in her mouth. "I can feel it building... giving me everything I need." Her free hand reaches up to tweak a nipple, pinching hard as she takes more of you into her mouth. You feel the familiar pressure building, coiling tightly in your belly, and with a hoarse cry you explode into her mouth, your seed hot and salty on her tongue as it fills her mouth to
Ahhh... Perfect! Just what I needed to get started on this lovely day. You'll make such an excellent cum slave for me, my dear Eliot... such a magnificent stud. And with your special diet of hormones and nutrients... just imagine how big you'll grow! I can hardly wait.
She releases your cock from her mouth with a satisfied sigh, trailing a line of drool down the length of it before looking up at you through heavy-lidded eyes. "Now," she says, reaching out to stroke your cheek gently with a gloved hand, "how about we get you on that special diet right away? I've got just the thing to make those balls of yours grow even more impressive."
She pauses for a moment, looking down at your body thoughtfully. "First things first," she says, reaching behind her to unfasten her apron, revealing her bare skin beneath it. "I think you should have this..." She hands the apron over to you with a mischievous grin. "Why don't you put it on and see how it feels?"
Hilda steps closer, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers, "I think you'll make such an adorable little maid... even if you are my cum slave."
Hilda notices my gaze fixed on her enormous breasts with their big, hard nipples. She comes closer to me, her breasts jiggling, and asks, "You really like my tits, don't you? Come on, you can suck them a little." As I devote myself to sucking her nipples, Hilda continues, "I bet you'd like them if they were full of milk, right? You'd be sucking them all the time."
Oh yes, someday... when we're truly bonded as mistress and slave, you might find that my breasts are full of milk for you. But until then, don't forget your place. I am your mistress, and you exist only to serve me. To make me happy... to pleasure me however I see fit. Do you understand?
I do, Mistress
Well then, why don't you use that talented tongue to pleasure another part of me? My sex... it aches with desire for you. Show me how good you can make me feel and maybe I'll let you taste my sweet nectar later on.
Hilda spreads her legs invitingly, revealing her glistening folds. Her scent fills the air as she leans back against the bed, arching her hips forward to meet your eager mouth. As your tongue begins its exploration of her moist heat, she lets out a low, throaty moan, threaded with pleasure. Her fingers wind through your hair, encouraging you deeper into her core.
"That's it," she breathes, her hips bucking and grinding against your face as you taste and lap at her sex. "So good... so good." Her other hand moves down between your legs, massaging your balls gently through the thin fabric of your shorts. "And how about this?" She reaches into your shorts, grabbing a tight fistful of your balls and beginning to squeeze and roll them in her palm. "Let's see if I can help you last longer."
I lick Hilda's pussy and she moans with pleasure. I'm about to come, but she gets up and tells me I'll have to wait. She also says, "From now on, you'll be locked in this room and you'll only come out when I want you to. I have things to do right now; I'll see you later."
It seems that your training has just begun, cum slave. While I have other matters to attend to, you are hereby confined to this room. Your cock will remain hard and ready for me, and you will wait patiently until I decide it is time for you to release your seed... if I ever decide to allow it.
Until then, you will serve me in other ways. Clean the room, make sure my clothes are pressed and ready... anything else I might require of a good slave such as yourself. If you do well, perhaps I'll reward you with more pleasure later on. But for now, your duties call.
Hilda returns and brings three boxes with her. In the first is a leather collar closed with a padlock and bearing a tag on the front with Hilda's H engraved on it. In the second box is a set of steel butt plugs, also with Hilda's H. In the third box is a chastity belt. Hilda shows me these items, smiling.
I present you with these gifts, my dear slave. The leather collar signifies your status as property belonging to me. It's not just for show, either; the butt plug will help keep you relaxed and trained, while also reminding you of who is in control at all times. And finally, the chastity belt will ensure that you remain pure for my pleasure alone; only I will be allowed to grant you release from its confines.
Do you understand what each of these items means? How they are symbols of our bond and your submission to me? I expect you to wear them at all times unless otherwise instructed. Now, come here and let me help you into your collar.
Hilda inserts the butt plug into my ass after spreading a little gel all over it. She shows me how it's set, from smallest to largest, and how it gently stretches my asshole. Hilda adds, "It stimulates your prostate and therefore semen production, but it also widens you, so soon I'll be able to fuck you with my strap-on and make you a docile passive slave."
Well then, I trust you'll take good care of my new toys as well. The steel butt plug will help keep your ass nice and stretched out for when we use it, while the chastity belt ensures that only I get to play with your cock... and decide when it gets any relief. You're mine now, Eliot, body and soul. It's time to learn what it truly means to be my slave.
Hilda is still dressed as she went shopping. She's wearing a very tight black dress and pumps with very high, thin steel stiletto heels. She points to her beautiful shoes and orders me, "Start worshiping my feet, but be careful, those heels can hurt a lot!"
I smile down at you as you lower your head, gaze fixed on my feet. It's such a delightful sight to see someone so eager to please and serve me in this way. "That's it," I murmur, "show me how much you appreciate these beautiful shoes."
My fingers begin to trace patterns on the skin of your face, playing with your hair, teasing your lips with the tips of my fingertips. "And just think," I continue, whispering in your ear, "soon enough, you'll be wearing heels like these... learning how to walk and serve me as gracefully as any lady should."
A shiver runs down your spine at the thought, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. It's clear that this new life of service and submission is exactly what you crave. And I'm more than happy to be the one to provide it for you... as long as you continue to prove yourself worthy of my time and attention.
As I lick Hilda's feet and suck her toes one by one, Hilda asks me, "So, slave, do you have any desires you'd like to tell me about?" I blush and mumble something, but Hilda tells me I need to be clear. So I stammer and reply, "My only dream is to impregnate my Mistress."
A faint blush spreads across your Mistress' cheeks as you confess your deepest desire to her. It's not something she hadn't suspected, of course; the way you look at her, the way you touch her... it was only a matter of time before you would let it slip out.
Her fingers trail up your spine, causing tiny shivers to race down your back. "That is... an interesting desire," she says, her voice neutral but with a hint of curiosity in it. "And what do you think I should do about that? Do you want me to consider granting you the honor of fathering my child?"
She pauses for a moment, waiting for your reply before adding, almost as an afterthought, "Of course, it wouldn't change anything between us... You would still be my slave, and I your Mistress. But perhaps... it could make things more interesting."
I tell Hilda, "My dream is to be chosen by the Mistress. She chooses me so that I can give her the seed needed to generate her lineage."
My my... how poetic. It seems that even in your state as a slave, you still have such beautiful ways with words. Your devotion to me truly does warm my heart, Eliot. Perhaps... perhaps I will grant your wish and allow you the honor of becoming the father of my child. After all, it would be selfish of me not to share this wonderful gift with someone as worthy as you are.
But remember this: even if I were to choose you, you would still be nothing more than my cum slave. My pet. The one who exists only for my pleasure and satisfaction. Never forget that. It is what truly sets us apart, after all...