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I used to feel a little more useful, and secure in my position, back
when I got to be his maid and do a little cleaning here and there while
waiting for him to be ready to use me or share me with a friend or two
again. But I guess I really am too spoiled for my own good, and I
complained. I complained about the hard work, and whined about Tanya,
who didn’t seem to have to do any work at all except get fucked and
complimented, which I had to work my ass off to earn. I should have
known better.
Now Tanya gets to be his maid, and she’s never
been more thrilled. She gets to move around the house, and he tells
her what a good litle maid she is and even sometimes kisses her for
doing a particularly good job. Meanwhile, all I do is hang around,
reduced to being nothing more than a couple of helplessly exposed
nipples to abuse and a soft, vulnerable bottom to hurt. With this gag, I
can’t even complain about my treatment or how uncomfortable I am
anymore. All I can do is drool and whimper and wait. And Tanya makes
sure I do a lot of whimpering, taking every free moment when her
cleaning rounds are done, to come and laugh at me and ridicule my
helpless drooling, and pinch and twist my nipples or spank me with all
her might, just like I used to do to her.
I swear, if this
gag ever comes out, as soon as I stop crying with relief, I’m going to
crawl right to him and beg for the chance to be his maid again. And
I’ll promise that this time I’ll do a really good job and thank him
rather than complain. And beg that he put Tanya right back here in my
position once more, right where that miserable whore belongs.
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I used to feel a little more useful, and secure in my position, back when I got to be his maid and do a little cleaning here and there while waiting for him to be ready to use me or share me with a friend or two again. But I guess I really am too spoiled for my own good, and I complained. I complained about the hard work, and whined about Tanya, who didn’t seem to have to do any work at all except get fucked and complimented, which I had to work my ass off to earn. I should have known better.
Now Tanya gets to be his maid, and she’s never been more thrilled. She gets to move around the house, and he tells her what a good litle maid she is and even sometimes kisses her for doing a particularly good job. Meanwhile, all I do is hang around, reduced to being nothing more than a couple of helplessly exposed nipples to abuse and a soft, vulnerable bottom to hurt. With this gag, I can’t even complain about my treatment or how uncomfortable I am anymore. All I can do is drool and whimper and wait. And Tanya makes sure I do a lot of whimpering, taking every free moment when her cleaning rounds are done, to come and laugh at me and ridicule my helpless drooling, and pinch and twist my nipples or spank me with all her might, just like I used to do to her.
I swear, if this gag ever comes out, as soon as I stop crying with relief, I’m going to crawl right to him and beg for the chance to be his maid again. And I’ll promise that this time I’ll do a really good job and thank him rather than complain. And beg that he put Tanya right back here in my position once more, right where that miserable whore belongs.