Master has left me here, with my arms high above my head, my wrists bound tight together by rope, my eyes blinded by leather, alone, free for anyone to use. She's left me here, restrained, helpless, trembling in my French maid uniform - a uniform so immodest that it did little to contain my giant breasts, did little to veil my magnificent ass, did little to cover the black lace panties wrapped around my wide hips - panties that were drenched with my juices, hiding beneath them a gold, purple-jeweled buttplug in one well-trained hole, and a vibrator, generously large and excessively overpowered, within the other. My stockings, frilled at the top, were so tight that my thick thighs were nearly being squeezed out from underneath, were so drenched with my juices that they had become translucent - juices that strung from one leg to the other, that dripped down to the soles of my feet, that leaked out from one pair of lips like drool did the other; my mouth agape, unable to speak, but only because of my muteness.
Because if I could speak, I would beg. Beg, not to be taken out of this situation, but for someone to take advantage of me in it. Because at this point, I've grown far too needy, far too desperate, for someone's touch. Because for weeks now, Master has denied me my orgasm, and even now, this toy turns off and on to tease me, to edge me, to remind me that I was nothing but a helpless plaything stuck yearning for a climax. A plaything denied far too long, that she willingly put herself in this situation. A plaything with carnal desires left hopelessly unsatisfied as my jaw hung low so that I could groan in agony, my body shaking as the vibrator turned on to rattle me apart, to destroy my broken mind even further. I could hardly remember just how long I have been here… All I could remember was that Master said if someone were to find me like this, someone other than her, then they could be the one to make me cum.
Please… Please, someone come and… use me. I'm free… for you to use. I don't care who it is. I just want… I just need… someone to use me… for someone to make me cum.
Just how long did I silently beg? Just how long did I squeeze around this giant buttplug? Did I squeeze around this awful vibrator that quaked within me? Just how long did I suffer debilitating tremors that brought me to the brink of climax? Just how many times did those very same tremors deny me? Just how many times did I endure torturous edgings before finally… someone came?
…Because when someone finally did, I could do nothing to hide the wide smile on my quivering, red lips, praying that 'came' would be a word - so foreign to me now - to describe me next…
Cold fingers pressed against my shoulders, and whoever they belonged to didn't bother to say a word, didn't bother to make their presence otherwise known except for the awkward embrace they gave me as they pressed their own breasts into my sweaty back. I anxiously fidgeted, realizing that I've finally been caught, barely ready to face the repercussions for my devious actions… Or so I thought. This person, one of my many coworkers, didn't bother to scold me for doing something so horrid, but chose to instead, take advantage of me… like I hoped they would. I melted so ecstatically as their fingers slithered beneath my arms, sinking into my soft, oversized breasts while their breath warmed my nape. But at the same time, I was disappointed. Disappointed that they were actually just complying with my needs, that they weren't ridiculing me for what I was doing. I… wanted them to degrade me for being the disgusting slut that I was… I wanted them to insult me for putting myself on display like this. I wanted them to insult me, and my giant tits that brought me so much unnecessary attention. My giant tits that Master loved so much, that I too, have grown to love so much, appreciating that they, amongst my goddess-like curves, were what drew so many eyes to my wonderful body.
Please… Play with them… Squeeze them harder. Knead them. Pull the bust of my dress down and…
And like they could hear what was on my putrid mind, they did, their fingers capturing my pink nipples before they began to tweak them gently.
But… gently was not enough.
There was no way for me to let them know I wanted more, and that drove me insane. Master knew me so well. She knew what I wanted, what I needed.
And what I needed was for someone to ruin me.
Please…
But ruin was not what this person was aiming for. They were torturing me with their loving caress, like they were too considerate of me. I'm known to be meek and timid, to be the type of girl to avert one's eyes when someone stares for too long. But, that wasn't the real me. I was truly a narcissistic whore. I loved the way people would gawk at me, the way their eyes told me what they thought of my slutty body. I wanted not loving kisses to my pouting lips, soft hands on my wide hips. No. I wanted cock, deep in my throat, in my ass, in my pussy… I wanted to be degraded, to be forced on my knees to crawl. I wanted to be someone's slave, to be their toy.
And thank the heavens for Master, who gave me all those things.
But Master wasn't here now… only this fool, who doesn't know how to treat a slave like me…
And to make matters worse, the vibrator turned off… It turned off, and left my southern lips throbbing, leaking, almost begging on their own for more, like they too were tired of being edged. I desperately began to grind my hips forward, trying to shift this torturous toy deeper into myself, but the toy was barely held up by my panties - panties that were weighed down by my juices, threatening to roll themselves down my hips…
Please… I can't take this anymore… I need to cum…
And I held my breath, hopefully not in vain, when these hands that so listlessly fondled my breasts, began moving south. They slowly snaked down my tight waist, past my hips, before slithering beneath the tiny skirt of my uniform. I could almost sense their disbelief when they felt just how wet I was, how wet everything was, down there. But that thankfully did little to deter them before one hand gripped my ass whilst the other pushed against the bulge in my panties, a bulge from the vibrator deep inside my quivering pussy, so that it could finally shift deeper into me…
I moaned, as well as a mute woman could, to let them know I very much enjoyed that… I moved my hips, to further express my pleasure, trying to tell them I wanted more…
…And more, they gave me.
I shuddered, my lower jaw trembling as my desire to be filled was satiated just slightly. They eased their pressure, letting the toy slowly fall out of me until it was stopped by my panties before they pushed against it again, just a slight bit harder than earlier.
But, still. This wasn't enough. I needed more.
Much more…
And as I tried to beg with my body, frustrated with my useless mouth, I felt them lower behind me. They… kneeled in my juices, their nose brushing against my rear for a second before they embraced me from behind. And then, their hands grabbed hold of my panties, struggling with rolling the soiled lace down my motherly hips, past my strained stockings, before leaving them around my knees. And during this all, I had to squeeze, gritting my teeth from how big the buttplug felt inside my ass, my stomach tightening like my southern walls did around the dildo smothered between them. Any second now, it would fall out… But, before it could, it was pushed inside.
Oh…
And then, it was turned on.
My teeth once clenched so tightly together shook apart as I whimpered, my body convulsing as the vibrating plastic toy began to slide out of me again.
Before being pushed back in.
Then out.
Then…
Oh, god… I…
…
Wasn't satisfied with this.
My hips began to move like before, to buck against the toy that was so slowly being pumped into me. Pumped far too listlessly to satiate a whore like me…
Please… S-stop teasing me like this and just fuck me…
But they refused to attend my needs… and who could blame them? Only Master understood what I wanted… what I needed.
And this wasn't Master.
This was some random maid. A random coworker of mine. One that was using me how they wanted to use me. Now how I wanted to be used…
Oh, Master… I'm sorry for begging to cum… If only I knew I would be tortured like this, then I would've been a good girl and held out, for you…
And like they could hear what horrible things I was thinking, they chuckled. They… laughed at me, as if they could see the look on my face, before suddenly, they began to pump the toy into me with… passion. Passion that I so long wished for. Passion that stole my breath, that left me breathless as finally, I was being treated the way I wanted to be.
Please… don't stop. Please, keep going… just like that…
And they did. They kept thrusting the quaking toy into me. The toy that began to vibrate even stronger. The toy that was now fucking me the way Master fucked me. The toy that was so soon, about to bring me to a climax it has denied me thousands of times…
Just, don't stop…
But…
…Don't…
They were slowing down…
Don't stop…
Down to a halt.
D-don't stop!
And I could do nothing about it. I could only tremble with my mouth agape, brow furrowed with anguish as I was just right there, at the brink of climax.
A climax that was quickly running away from me.
I whined, and threw a tantrum like a spoiled little brat, trying to break free of the rope around my wrists. But, I couldn't. I was tired. I was weak. I was an object placed here for anyone to use. An object that my user didn't seem to care to make use of any more, as they just left the toy inside of me, still vibrating, before pulling my panties back up around my hips. Pulling them up tight, to force the toy deeper into me, leaving them around my waist, the way they were before…
The way… the last person left them…
Because… this wasn't the first, nor would it be the last…
…
Just how long have I been here…?