The Pleasures of Servitude
The Pleasures of Servitude
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I've spent the last few years of my life in servitude to her. The Tigress. I was a wreck. She took me in from the streets, while I was barely conscious, and brought me into her home. She cleaned me up, fed me, watered me, and gave me a place to sleep. In the morning, I was presented with a choice. I could go back to living on the streets, misunderstood, broke, useless. Alternatively, I could work for her. She said, "Average Housework and Extra Duties" was the official job description. The unofficial job description was a lot more fun.
I immediately accepted the offer - the streets were rough, and I was often treated worse than a whore - the men on the streets would pin me to a wall and fill me with their hot seed, then throw me to the ground with a few copper coins before returning home, laughing with friends. I was a piece of meat out there - maybe here, with the Tigress, I'd at least get some respect.
Besides, how could I refuse? She'd already helped me, and god, she was the most attractive woman you could lay eyes on. Perfect breasts, a confident, roguish, yet elegant upper-class face, a gorgeous figure. You try saying no to that.
She let me grab another night's sleep, saying that "initiation and hiring would begin tomorrow, 9 AM". I fell into my warm bed, and immediately fell asleep, dreaming of my new life away from the rough sides of the world.
9 AM sharp, the Tigress came in with two maids. They were not introduced to me, and I was told that I was to be their replacement, as only I could serve the Tigress in the ways she needed. The two maids, smiling, beckoned me to go with them. I sleepily rose from bed, wearing, quite frankly, nothing. The two maids tittered at seeing my manhood, and I blushed lightly. They each took me arm in arm, and escorted me into the basement. There, I was bathed in strange, herbal water, which made me feel quite dizzy and strange, and yet oddly content. Each made giggled as I lounged back in ecstasy, as the herbs took hold, and as they caressed and massaged every inch of my body. They washed everything that needed washing, and several times their hands slipped around my erect shaft, teasing it. One girl went to massage my prostate, and was amazed at my flexible bottom - I'd always had a knack for taking pretty much anything back there, without permanently stretching. As she went to slip a finger in to squeeze my prostate, her whole hand slipped in, making both of us gasp, and all three of us burst into laughter. The first maid begin to wash my long, usually-pert (but currently weighed down with moisture) rabbit ears. The other began to really lay into my prostate, almost like a stress ball. My testicles engorged, more so than ever before, now roughly the size of oranges. The engorgement was common, but never to this degree. I was really out of it now, unable to do anything but gurgle and enjoy this pure rapture. The first girl moved away from my ears and began to rub, pinch and twist my nipples, ever so gently, coaxing an inordinate amount of pleasure from them. With a few seconds of this combined treatment, I slipped over the edge and cried out, unloading my seed into the bathwater. My sphincter locked onto the girls arm, and she giggled playfully as she kept kneading my prostate, and I was sent into spasms as more and more cum poured out of my 14 inch bunny cock. Eventually, after about a teacup or so of cum has loosed into the bathwater, the spasms subsided and my testicles began to shrink. The girls lifted me out of the bath, one taking my arms, one taking my legs, and gently placed me on a rug by a roaring fire nearby. I was virtually unable to move, completely drained, but I could feel a long tape being pressed up against me by one of the girls, first around my waist, then my chest, and my legs, and pretty much every part of me - a measuring tape. After about 5 to 10 minutes of conversation and paper being crumpled, I heard the girls walk off and the sound of sewing machines nearby. When I had recovered from my body-shattering orgasm, I sat up a little to see that they were, indeed, both sewing a strange black and white garment. After a few moments, both girls were finished, and they both combined their work by hand to create a beautiful maids dress, just like theirs. A part of me said, "You're a male, you're not supposed to wear that!" And the rest of me defied that voice - the resistance, and the will to resist, was gone - I was in love with that adorable dress, and was in ecstasy as they pulled the dress onto me - the fabric fitted tightly onto me, and drove me wild. The girls finally gave me a list of instructions. And needless to say, I was stunned - I had no idea this was what I was in for.
The instructions included the basics - cooking, cleaning, serving guests etc. But it also contained rules like; "Tigress is to be awoken with an orgasm every morning - method is dealers choice, unless Tigress requests a certain method" "Guests are to be entertained with sexual favours and performances on Tigress' Command" and, not surprisingly, but most importantly, "Tigress' Word is Law".
The girls walked me back upstairs, in my new, wonderful garb, and presented me to Tigress. She smiled at me, thanked the girls for their service, gave them each a bag of gold coins (to which they squealed with delight, thanked Tigress profusely and ran away singing) and turned to me.
"So, you have been serviced, clothed and briefed. Let's see how well you paid attention.", and with this, she hoisted her beautiful, elegant leg onto the table and lifted her skirt, to reveal a complete lack of panties. I gasped, staring deeply into that gorgeous pussy, a hard-on nearly bursting out of my new outfit, and heard her giggle, "I'm glad you like it, you'll need to if you want to work here; now lick".
I obediently dropped to my knees, and buried my tongue deep inside her, my testicles already beginning to swell. She moaned in pleasure, then barked, "Now curl". I immediately knew what she wanted, and sharply curled my tongue sharply upwards, rubbing hard against her G-Spot - she immediately yelped in pleasure and began thrusting her sex towards my face. I obliged by licking hard and faster, her juices dripping down her legs, over my face and down my throat. She began moaning harder, shouting between moans dirty words, calling me her new pet, her slave, her slut. With every insult, my testicles grew about another centimetre in diameter, and another inch of bunnycock unsheathed. I loved every moment of it, right up until the very end - her pussy twitched and contracted around my tongue, and her moans began to descend into little whimpers, and my balls began to diminish once more.
She let out a long, satisfied sigh, looked down at me with care and warmth in her eyes, picked me up, and kissed me deeply, exploring the flavours of my mouth and her cum, before pulling away, giving me a kiss on the nose, and telling me to get something to eat and head to bed.
I scampered off to the kitchen, fixed myself a sandwich and a hot milk, and sat there, in the near-dark, chewing platonically -what just happened? Does she like me? Does she hate me? Does she see me as nothing more than a tool? Do I even care? I get a warm bed, food and drink, clothing, and company - what more could I want? I definitely have enough entertainment. I finished the sandwich, went to bed, downed my hot milk, and lay there in the dark, confusion rushing through my head, before shortly falling asleep.
The next morning, I awoke before Tigress, as I should, and put the kettle on. I washed the crockery I'd used the night before, and fixed a large breakfast of toast, eggs and orange juice. Placing them on a large tray, I carefully manoeuvred up the stairs to Tigress' bedroom, whereupon I placed the breakfast tray on the floor, stepped quietly into the room, and observed Tigress. She looked so delicate, so innocent, so wonderful sleeping there - certainly not like the kind of woman who keeps a sex maid in-house. I sighed, gently lifted the sheets, and observed her naked body. It really was a sight to behold, perfect in every way, every contour perfectly complimenting its neighbours to collaborate into one perfect form. I got into position, and began gently sucking Tigress' mons, slipping my tongue in and out, carefully paying attention to the g-spot and occasionally her clitoris. Soon, the juices began to flow, tasting beautifully sweet. After a few minutes of this treatment, Tigress' eyes snapped open, and with an almighty gasp, her back arched, and she began having a massive orgasm. After her spasms had subsided, I licked her juices clean, moved wordlessly to the tray, and brought it to Tigress. She thanked me, and informed me that this afternoon, she would be playing host to a large number of guests, and that I was to attend with her. I nodded curtly, and resumed my duties around the house.
Around 5PM, the first batch of guests arrived, perfectly timed, with each coach arriving roughly 2 minutes apart - this gave me enough time to show people to the tables and seats I had prepared earlier to Tigress' instructions to avoid any un-necessary scandal or catfights. At the top of the banquet hall, the Honours Table had been prepared, with a large throne-like seat for Tigress, padded with red velvet, a smaller seat for me with green material padding it, and seats of the Guests of Honour, which were padded in blue.
Finally, at 6PM, all the guests at arrived, and everyone was seated - I had been spared the chore of cooking for all the guests - with over 100 of them, Tigress knew that drastic measures would be needed, so she hired a group of very discrete, professional chefs to cater to this more decadent crowd. I had taken my seat at the table, and Tigress was about to make her opening speech.
She tapped her glass with a teaspoon, making a sharp clinking sound which rang through the hall, silencing the guests. "Ladies, gentlemen, please, allow me to welcome you formally into my home. You've all been of service or friendship over the last year, and this is why you've all been called here. So please, accept my warmest thanks, and enjoy the evening and the food."
A small round of applause rippled through the hall, and people went back to enjoying their meals. However, at that moment, a small group of maids, around 10 of them, moved swiftly into the hall. They each split off and began doing circuits of the tables, performing erotic shows and services to special guests or those who tipped well enough. It was all part of the event - when you'd done Tigress a favour, Tigress made sure you were repaid in kind. Many of the maids were stark naked within 5 minutes, and a few were already into the servicing - people actually ate while being serviced - it was a surreal decadent festival.
However, I understood one thing - none of those maids were coming to this table, and it was definitely by instruction. I looked over to Tigress a little nervously, and she gestured that I should stand. I stood, obediently, but shaking. "Here, people, is my newest maid. His name is Bunny, and he has been hired explicitly on the understanding that he will entertain anyone who desires it in this home." A small round of applause accompanied this, and one gentlemen called, "A demonstration of this man's nerve, if you please?".
"Very well," said Tigress, "Here, Bunny, fill this". And with that, she passed me a crystal glass, and I stood there looking a little confused. Tigress rolled her eyes, "The girls told me about your copious amounts of seed and your extraordinary size. Fill this glass".
Rather shyly, I began to undress - I observed all of the women and most of the men staring intently. Now, rather suddenly naked, I began to caress myself to reveal my sheathed rabbit dick. Eventually, I was able to masturbate myself - I made little squeaking, moaning sounds as I stimulated myself, shuddering at the sudden pleasure I found from being watched now, not only by my table, but by a large portion of the whole room; it was a rush, and it turned me on deeply, now revealing my full size. Quite soon, my now orange-sized testicles began to empty their load into the glass, spurting quite violently, before eventually settling to a trickle, then a dribble, and finally stopping. As my balls shrank and I caught my breath, another round of applause broke out, with calls along the lines of, "The boys got guts!" and, "Tigress really has a way with people!" This was not just a show of my strength, but of Tigress' prowess with words, diplomacy and money.
I took my seat, and Tigress looked at me and said, "Bunny, you are not finished - your duties DO include cleaning - clean that glass, would you?" And with this, I was handed the glass. I blushed, but having no choice in the matter, went for it, draining the glass in one, feeling my sweet, sticky cum pour down my throat, a little tricking down my chin.
I placed the glass down on the table with a little appreciative sigh, almost like a fine wine taster having just enjoyed a fine vintage. I looked around, feeling a little proud, and most of the onlookers seemed impressed, although this was mostly limited to the women. As I glanced right to my neighbour, the feline woman (who I later found out was the mayor's wife) who sat next to me locked eyes with me, then pressed her lips to my mouth, forcing her tongue in (not that it needed forcing) and tasting my semen in my mouth. She pulled away, a trail of semen and saliva bridging between our lips for what seemed like an eternity, before finally breaking. She smiled at me, and then returned to her meal. Tigress leaned over to my ear, and whispered, "You have done well, Bunny - seeing as this is your first time, you will not be instructed to service the guests - go to your chambers and rest; I will speak with you after the party".
A few hours later, as I lay in my room sipping a glass of water, I heard the noises of the party die down for a few minutes, a final round of applause, and then the bustling of people making to leave. Tigress came to my chambers a few moments later.
"You did well tonight, and so, you will be rewarded - you may pleasure yourself freely now, but as I am here, you still must obey my orders. And I order you to pleasure yourself and do not stop until you are finished". I nodded, a little puzzled, and began to rub myself gently. I found Tigress' observation made the pleasure almost double in strength, and fairly soon, I was near release. Tigress must have heard a change in my whimpers, because as soon as I felt orgasm even nearly approaching, she lifted her leg onto my bed, pulled off her dress and spread her pussy wide. The mere sight of her gorgeous hole brought me nearly crashing into orgasm, 14 inches of bunnycock spearing out, balls ballooning, and at the exact moment my orgasm began, she began spraying her piss on to my hot, naked body, soaking my fur. As this remarkably erotic event occurred, I emptied well over a teacup and a half of bunny cum onto Tigress' fur in one hurtling jet stream, while a mind-blowing orgasm rocked my entire self. She began to orgasm as well, and sprays of her pussy juice accompanied the piss, soaking me and the bed straight through.
As the flows of bodily fluids and pants and sighs and moans began to cease, I observed Tigress. She smiled at me, as strands of her pussy juice and my cum dripped from her body. With a final grin, she said, "I think you'll really fit in well here" before kissing me on the pussy-soaked lips and going to the bathroom for a shower. I sat here uncomfortably, soaking in all manner of bodily fluids, now re-aroused by the kiss and the thought of Tigress in the shower. "What the hell", I thought, "I'll jump in the shower and 'clean off' with her"
And with a sly grin, I hopped off the bed and scampered to the bathroom.
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