The Blind Servant

   

    That mask, that damned mask... Lately Eve would catch herself slowly tracing it with her fingers, trying to paint a mental picture of her new face. She had discovered the curve of the eyes and the nose and a tiny hole where her mouth was, not big enough for breathing or anything she could think of. It always felt weird whenever she did it and she didn't know why she had that impulse. But she wanted to feel it, to know what her face looked like.

    "I brought you something today", his voice cut through the silence. Eve liked hearing his voice, it gave her mind something to focus on, besides trying not to break her posture. Not that she did nowadays. She had worked up the stamina to remain motionless for hours on these long stilettos, especially after some movement had resulted in the use of the always motivating nipple clamps.

"I'm not the kind of guy who's interested in relationships. Call me sexist, or shallow, but i never got anything from it. But as a man, i do have needs". Eve listened nervously. Was he going to have his way with her, now? So much time had passed since her abduction and he had barely even touched her, at least in a sexual manner.

The girl felt his hands on her steel belt. It was roughly hugging her waist and crotch. The feeling was a necessary evil, meaning she could do nothing to minimize the discomfort. He only ever removed it so she'd piss on her sandpit. The young girl immediately felt agitated. Between the plug inside her asshole, and the one nesting just inside her urethra, she felt something being removed. Then, a rigid, metalic item parting the small lips of her labia, before penetrating her, until recently, locked away pussy.

She flinched at the sudden intrusion and tried to compose herself, in fear of punishment. "It's ok, doll, i won't punish you for that", he reassured her, as he pressed upwards the cold phallus, identical to the one resting in her mouth, until it filled the small girl. When its base reached the level of the belt's surface, it clicked securely in place, trapping the dildo inside Eve.

    Eve felt like she would burst from the pressure. "Deep breaths, dolly", he advised. The girl let out quick labored breaths from the punctured hole on her neck, but soon she followed her Master's advice and adjusted to the pain. "Here, i think this will help you even more", and with that, he pushed a button on his remote. The dildo sprang to life, stimulating the inner walls of her hole, with a strong vibration.

"This thing measures the contractions and moistness of the vagina and adjusts the intensity accordingly, to avoid climax". She could hear it in his voice that he was smiling, but Eve didn't share Jack's enthusiasm. She could barely stand with this thing buzzing inside her.

"This contraption will operate, throughout the whole day, more if you're lacking in your performance". Eve was terrified at the thought alone, but Jack continued. "If at any point you want to get a release, all you have to do is beg. If you are satisfying, i'll turn your vibrator off for three hours after each release." Eve's heart sunk, at the realisation of what the future held for her.

    The next couple of weeks were not good for Eve. All the chores she'd usually do, she considered a piece of cake to what she had to suffer through now. Nothing changed about her daily routine, but the everpresent vibrating replica inside her was the most unpleasant of distractions. Eve never masturbated, it wasn't a release she needed in order to function in her everyday life.

But that evil thing seemed to know her better than any boyfriend ever could. Just when she thought she'd orgasm, the dildo would cruelly reduce its power input, leaving her frustrated at the edge.

She knew what that bastard wanted to do. Well, she wasn't gonna give him that satisfaction.

    Jack kept his discipline strict, even though it was clear at the start that the girl was having all kinds of trouble keeping up with her new "accessory", resulting in some nights where it was left on, torturing her all the way to the next sunrise. Eve discovered that sleeping while your privates were stimulated to the edge of climax was an unachievable premise. During the few minutes where her brain would doze off from exhaustion, Eve would often hear him, her captor, her Master, whispering, encouraging her to give up. She saw his shadow, like a vision, like a neverending fever dream.

Walking with elegance became an ordeal again in these conditions. Eve was a petite girl, she could feel the phallic metal tickle her servix as she tried balancing, locked in her high heels.

Eve also had to decipher between the constant tickle of her pussy and the occational jingles in her asshole, when Jack returned home or wanted her near him. Jack had upgraded that plug to alternate its vibration, by tracking the plug's place (meaning Eve's place) relative to the remote (and therefore him). As a result, the girl had to use her ass's sensitivity to figure out where he was in the house, by following the increasing sensation inside her rectum.

Her mind felt like being fried from the relentless toy. She reached the point were she had to be aware of her sex juices flowing from the arousal. She would feel them dripping on the side of her thighs and try to wipe them with her hands, before they fell on the marble flours. Jack didn't like his maid dirtying his floors with her filth. Her cooking, ironing, scrubing, everything seemed again impossible, like she had lost her sight a second time. Her mind was scrambled with ecstasy.

Finally, when she mistakenly chose the red wig over the black one (Monday was black wig day), Jack teasingly told her "you seem to enjoy getting punished recently, doll. It would be easy for me to give you a small break from this thing down there". But Eve remained strong, and ceremoniously accepted her nipple clamps. She had to remain strong. She had to keep hoping.

WEEK 12 - PART OF HIM

    Two weeks had passed since Eve's toy was locked in place. Undoubtedly, the two most difficult weeks during Eve's stay at Jack's home. An emotional and physical war was taking place inside Eve's mind. Her ego, telling her to fight this wicked man's plan for her, and her body, pleading with her to surrender. She didn't feel she belonged on either side of the debate anymore, but she was more a spectator than anything else.

Her Master continued his evening chats with her, making sure she also paid attention to his words, usually with a simple question, answerable by a show of fingers, indicating a number. That was the only time Eve would actually respond to him, in a way. She tried to pay attention. She thought, maybe that would numb the fire between her legs. It did not, but she tried.

    One evening, just like all the others, Jack was relaxing watching the news, with his young maid a few feet next to him, who, undetected to the naked eye, was swimming in a sea of arousal, concentrated in one part of her body. At this point, it was anything but sexual, but its intensity was the same as the day that metal penis became a part of her.

Eve was breathing heavily throught her black corset, her breathing pattern had changed since the upgrade on her belt, and her deep breaths, reacting and coping with the unwanted stimulation, was the new norm. Jack was in the middle of a funny story from work (at least he thought it was funny), when all of a sudden, he stopped.

Eve wondered what was going on. Silence surrounded her again, until she heard him say: "Listen to this doll..." It was a different voice. A woman, speaking very formally, it was a news broadcast. Eve listened carefully.

"Police have announced today, the end of their investigations regarding Eve Thompson's whereabouts. The 24-year-old woman had been missing for 3 months, since her mysterious disappearance last April."

    Eve listened to the woman's words, informing the public about the girl, who was a cooking prodigy with a bright future ahead of her. She spoke calmly, with a cold, removed tone. She didn't seem to grasp the importance of that sentense. Who that girl was. It was her she was talking about!

To the young girl's ears, it was like listening to her own eulogy. She felt something break inside her. People say the phrase "break his spirit", but that's what it really felt like. She was dead to the world. No one would ever find her.

    Silence returned as the feed from T.V cut off. She's had enough. Defeated, she lowers herself on her knees, her stockings touching the floor. She puts her hands together in a prayer, still facing the same way as before. "You sure, dolly?" She hears his voice. She nods and locks her fingers inbetween. He watches her like this, for a long moment. "Ok", he simply replies, and moves to unlock the belt from his maid.

He removes the machine plugging her holes slowly. He sees her cunt, soaking wet and red, trembling with anticipation. He then takes back his sit on the couch and tells her to come towards him. Eve approaches, slowly, until she feels his hand. He grabs it instinctively and feels it lead her to where he is. She gets the picture, she speads her legs, stranddling him, facing him. He unzips, and she feels his hard member against her small tuft of pubes. She wants it. Needs it. She can't wait anymore!

Eve grabs Jack's cock on her net-gloves fingers and places it right under her sex. Grabbing his shoulder with one hand, she slowly guides herself down on it. It feels amazing! Normally his size would stretch and hurt her, but not now, not with the warm-up she's had. She pounds herself with Jack's dick, moving her hips up and down rythmically. It doesn't take more than a few minutes for her to orgasm! Finally! Release! No sound leaves her, but her body, twitching beautifully on his cock, gives her away. She hears Jack, "I don't think you're finished, doll", he says and she starts again with the same pace.

She rides him for a while, it feels so warm and alive, nothing like the lifeless piece of steel she offered home to before. She can feel this pulsating inside her, she loves it! Eve's logical mind is gone, she's just taking the pleasure she so desperately craved all this time. Jack reaches under her tiny skirt and grabs her ass with both hands, pushing her up and down his shaft faster and faster, until he finishes inside her pussy. The speed does the trick for his maid too, and she reaches a second orgasm from it.

    Jack left his maid free of the belt, as a small reward for her milestone. Happy as he was, he felt like eating something sweet, and instructed Eve to make his favorite tiramisu, as he really liked the way she made it. Eve made the dessert for her Master with her crotch naked, a weird but liberating feeling after wearing a metal underwear for so long.

After he'd enjoyed his dessert, Jack truthfully informed her that the three hours where up. She again, fell on her knees, willing to delay the belt's return. Jack smiled. He went on his locker and returned with a key. It was a key he had never used before, now it was time for its purpose. He put the key in the tiny hole on her mask and turned it, removing not only the cover, but also, the phallus that was buried deep inside her throat. Eve was excited she could move her tongue around, her jaw didn't move much from three months' worth of stretch.

He ordered her to kneel and put her hands behind her, her elbows vertical. His cock laid hard in front of her mouth. "I bet you want to taste something after all your boring meals". She understood, in fact, she did kind of wanted to taste it. That sense had been taken from her and she wanted to treat her taste buds, to feel something other than metal on them. She shyly brought her tongue out, until it met his member. She moved the tip of her tongue across the front of the head, then one side, then the other. "If you're really good, maybe you'll sleep lying down tonight, dolly".

"Lying down?" that seemed like a dream to Eve! She had accepted her storage closet as the only possible place for her sleeptime. She started putting her lips to work, swallowing the head, then more and more. Soon she was showing enthusiasm, licking Jack's cock all over. It tasted sweaty, and a bit musty. Definitely nothing she would present on a plate, at any restaurant. But it didn't matter. She lapped it like an expensive gourmet meal, with pre-cum for seasoning.

    Jack enjoyed the attention his maid gave him, before he grabbed her by her bitch-blonde wig and shoved himself in her mouth. He had no problem pushing his entire length, filling her throat to an obvious bulge, till her mask touched his pubs. Eve was taken aback and tried to keep her lips wrapped around the shaft, as Jack "adviced" her. He moved her head back and forth, facefucking her for minutes, stopping only for her to admire his cock with her tongue, then going back at it, with drilling pace.

She was a mouth-virgin, but the removal of her gag reflex was a good start for Eve. In the end, she received Jack's cum in her tongue before swallowing it all. She particularly hated that taste, he could leave her 10 years without any food, this would still taste bad. But she knew he wanted it there, Master didn't even have to tell her. She tried not to think of how she'd gone from top notch dishes, to dick and cum being the only things she would taste.

    Needless to say, Jack didn't let his maid sleep lying down that night, or any other night. But the motivation was there, and small rewards came with Eve accepting her fully-realized role greatly. Small misdemeanors could be forgotten with appropriate "begging for forgiveness", although Jack was careful not to overdo it, and ruin his maid's disclipline. The belt also never came off, except for his access, but Jack was fair when coming to his three-hour deal. It made his little doll maid eager to please him, as soon as he returned home, after having her pussy teased for the whole morning.

Jack always turned the vibrator to maximum while she fellated him, an adding incentive that helped improve his maid's oral skills. She was giving orgasms, in order to have orgasms. It almost seemed fair, even in that twisted way.

    It's Saturday morning. Free from work on weekends, Jack is relaxing in the living room, still in his pyjamas, watching a morning show. He hears the sound of heels, click-clacking across the flour. His maid is holding a tray, with a single cup on it. Exactly 20 grams of coffee, with a thin foam. She holds the tray next to him, she knows he's there. She feels it become lighter. She remains still, waiting. "Good", she hears his voice. Even a simple word, profound like the voice of God himself. She's relieved, she avoided punishment for the moment.

Eve falls on her knees and begs him. She knows if he decides to use her on his own volition, if it's not voluntery, there's no release for her. She wants to be first, to not lose that chance. Otherwise he'll just use her and No Release - No Break from the torturing vib. She desperately hopes he wants to use her. She hadn't had a break since yesterday, her sub-par scrubing had earned her a nighter. "Please, use me!", her mind screams.

He reluctantly accepts her offer. A click later and her head is bobbing up and down Jack's member, robotically, with a precision most sex workers would be jealous of. He remains sitted on the sofa, sipping his espresso casually, enjoying the quiet morning routine. He ocassionaly puts one hand on her fake hair, which today are the dark-lolita type, and gives them a small caress.

Finally she gets to "release", Eve thinks. She has to work for it, though, the vib is still only teasing her. He only puts it on max when HE is close, so Eve stays focused on her task, everything must be earned, including this. 

Sometimes he's more gentle, holding her, touching her body like lovers do. Eve likes these times during their lovemaking. She calls it that, although there isn't a love aspect to it. She likes to imagine there is. Almost as much as the feeling of his firm hands on her.

    She never wanted to be his doll, nor his french maid, nor anything! But she had also realized very well by now that, in life, we don't get what we want, and maybe, we can only strive to take advantage of some nice moments, like a caress or an orgasm. She could be mad at other people living perfectly normal lives, who didn't have to go anywhere near the lengths that she went through every day. But at the end of the day, it wouldn't change anything. There wasn't anyone there to hear her, console her, or comfort her.

There was only him. Her Master.