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Last night before putting you to bed, Lady Dimitrescu told you to get lots of rest because tomorrow would be a big day for you.
Rising in the morning, you were surprised to find yourself alone in the gilded bedroom. You expected your ‘big day’ to start right away. Deciding to wait to be summoned, you stretched and curled back up in the fluffy blankets of the Lady’s bed.
The bed was so large that it dwarfed you in comparison. Without any context, one might think you were just a doll, waiting to be played with. Though, with context, one might not think any differently.
You laid there for a while, enjoying the feeling of the expensive sheets cocooning your body before finally deciding to get up. Your clothes were already laid out, folded neatly in a stack next to the fireplace so they would be nice and warm for you.
It was always easy to forget why you did that until you stepped out from under the covers. The castle was always cold in the mornings, before it had the chance to be warmed up by hundreds of intricate fireplaces tended by the maid staff. With the exception of the Lady’s bedchambers, of course.
You weren’t technically a maid per say… but the Lady did dress you like the other girls in the black and white outfits. To any bystanders, you’d look exactly the same as all the other girls, with one difference: your neck.
Looking in the mirror as you got dressed, you stared at the black leather collar she insisted you wear and never take off. It was simple enough, except for the golden insignia on the front that was her family crest.
The metallic flowers on your throat were a constant reminder of who you belonged to. That, and the bite marks that almost always decorated the same area. And others.
To some, it might be terrifying to be branded as Lady Dimitrescu’s pet, but to you, it was an honor.
Tying your apron into place, you decided to step out in search of your Lady. Maybe she just let you sleep in because you’d need the energy? Or maybe she forgot? You quickly scratched that idea. Nothing ever escapes her notice.
Your footsteps were the only ones echoing through the halls of the castle today. It’s never loud by any means, but you’re never the only source of noise. But today you were. All the other workers seemed to be nowhere in sight.
It started to become a little unsettling as you passed through one empty room after the next. It was only when you finally heard the click of the Lady’s heels that you started to relax.
You followed the noise, turning a corner to see your mistress in all her glory. You looked high up to meet her gaze, and you couldn’t help the smile that came to your face at her equal attention.
“There you are, pet.” She kneeled down to take you in her arms, still towering above you even as she crouched. “Did you sleep well?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Wonderful, my dear. I want you to have plenty of energy in that little body of yours today.” She smoothed down your skirts and you blushed as your mind quickly went to the darkest place possible.
Your head raced with a million different follow up questions, but it wasn’t your place to ask. Instead you looked up at her with big, curious eyes and waited for her to elaborate.
“Now, you’re probably wondering why my castle is so empty today.” She waited for you to nod before continuing, “I wanted to give us some privacy, because today I thought we’d play a game.”
“What kind of game, ma’am?” You squeaked.
“Hide and seek.”
That was not what you were expecting. Not that you were expecting anything specifically. Just, not that, you suppose.
She chuckles as she notices your obvious confusion. The deep laughter makes you think of less silly things. Things that had your thighs rubbing together.
“It will be more interesting than your average game, I assure you.” She stood back up to her full height with her hand on the top of your head. “The rules will remain the same until the end, pet. If I find you, I’m going to enjoy you in a way I’d rather not have my staff witnessing.”
She tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear with a wicked smile. “And if you don’t?” You ask meekly.
“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, my dear.” You look down at your feet at that. This was going to be over quickly. “However, I’m nothing if not fair. I’ll give you a ten minute head start. I only ask that you stay indoors. It’s too cold for my sweet pet outside.”
For some reason, her concern didn’t have the same effect today as it usually did.
“Now, are you ready to begin?”
You nod and she raises her brow in response. “Yes ma’am.”
“There we are. Off you go.” She tuts with a pat to your bottom.
You take off slowly, stopping to look back over your shoulder at her. Lady Dimitrescu was looking at you like a cat would a mouse. She simply wagged her fingers at you as a way of telling you to hurry along. You took her advice and jogged down numerous hallways and past dozens of priceless works of art before even starting to wonder where you’d hide.
Eventually you settled on one. A crawl space in the parlor just outside of one of the guest bedrooms. You had to go through a bit of ash to get there since the entrance was through a fireplace. Thankfully it never saw much use, so you only got a little dirty.
The small tunnel brought you to a little room with nothing more than a few boxes and barrels. When the Lady suggested this, you hadn’t been very confident, but as the minutes ticked by, you were sure that you were going to win.
It wasn’t until she entered the sitting room in search of you that the adrenaline finally kicked in. You could hear your heartbeat pound in your ears as she looked around.
“Here kitty kitty…” she taunted, “Come out come out wherever you are...” It made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and your legs shake.
She eventually turned back around and left the room and you let out the breath you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding.
As relieved as you felt then, you forgot one very important detail; nothing ever escapes the Lady’s notice.
Even little specks of ash kicked out from the fireplace. There’s no way anyone else could have taken note of such a thing. But she wasn’t just anyone.
You nearly screamed in horror as the wall you were leaning on, farthest away from the little tunnel, started to open up and reveal Lady Dimitrescu waiting in the hall.
Without thinking, you scurried back out the way you came, refusing to be cornered. You were on the ground and almost through to the other room when a large pair of gloved hands grabbed you by your ankles and dragged you back into the hall.
“No, no, no!” Determined to win a game you’d already lost, you wiggled and thrashed, trying to free yourself from her grip. Living here for so long should have taught you better than to hope for such a thing.
“Oh yes, my dear… I’ve finally found you. And to think I was so close to giving up and letting you win.”
She pushed you up against a wall so that you were face to face with her. From here, you could see the hunger in her golden eyes and it chilled you to the bone. She almost never looked at you like that when you played together. Like your submission was a thing to be taken.
Your own eyes squeezed shut as she licked a trail along the side of your neck, tasting you through your skin. You whimpered as she pulled back, expecting to be bitten, but she simply waited. Instead, reaching up your skirt to grab your small clothes and toss them to the floor.
Lady Dimitrescu trailed her long fingers up your leg and laughed when she felt the wetness between them. “See, I knew you’d enjoy this little game.”
You barely had enough time to react to the humiliating remark before she slid one finger inside you. Being so large, one it all it took to feel that delicious burn, but it wouldn’t surprise you if she made you take more than one before your game ended.
Before you could even adjust to the feeling of her pumping in and out of you, Lady Dimitrescu’s fangs pierced the spot on your neck just below your collar. You squealed and squirmed at the sensation. She must have liked that, because she moaned into your neck as she pushed you tighter against the wall.
You could feel warm trails dripping down and onto her from two different places, both of which made you blush furiously.
Not wanting you to get light headed this early on, Lady Dimitrescu unsealed her lips from their spot on your neck and licked up the remaining mess with a deep groan. She pulled out her finger after kissing the bite mark, and threw you over her shoulder.
You only had a second to clench around nothing before she lifted your skirts over your ass and put her finger inside you again. She wasn’t using the same fast pace as she was before, but as she set off towards her bedchambers, the finger inside you jolted with each step.
You suppose this is probably why the maids aren’t out today.
Your neck was hardly bleeding anymore, but the small trail of blood there changed its course as your head fell towards the ground. You watched as the lavish rugs seemed to wiz by as though you were running. To keep up with her eager pace, you’d probably have to be.
When you finally arrived at her chambers, she ducked under the door and kicked it shut behind her before tossing you back into the bed you just crawled out of not long ago.
Peeling her black leather gloves off, Lady Dimitrescu stalked towards her trembling reward.
Your mouth parted in anticipation and she leaned over you, taking your hips in her hands and flipping you onto your stomach. Releasing your waist, she untied the perfect bow keeping your apron in place and pressed the tip of her finger against your lower back.
“Hands.”
You understood her order and shifted so that your wrists crossed right where she pointed. X marks the spot.
Even if Lady Dimitrescu didn’t restrain you, your hands wouldn’t have strayed. Still, she’s never cut corners when handling you. Using the ties from your apron, she bound your wrists together with a bow that resembled the one she untied.
Hers was tighter.
Standing up so that she was no longer leaning over you, your Lady grabbed your ankles and drug you towards her like she did when she first got her hands on you. This time, she released you when your hips were on the edge of the bed and your legs were hanging off so you had to use your tippy toes to touch the floor.
She pulled your skirt up so that it was covering your back and leaving your ass exposed. The room was already warmer than it was when you woke up but you couldn’t help but shiver as the air hit your skin.
Lady Dimitrescu got on her knees behind you and parted your lips with her thumbs. “Look at you, so desperate for mommy’s touch. Even when it hurts you.”
You turned your head to look back at her, but she wasn’t looking at your face. She was staring between your legs with even hungrier eyes than you saw before. “That’s what makes you my favorite, little maid.”
Before you could think of a response to her praise, your train of thought was pulled down to where her tongue was swiping between your legs. She only gave you a few pity licks until she chose to sit completely still and let you embarrass yourself by writhing against her tongue.
“T-thank you, mommy…”
Your hips rose higher and higher as you tried to buck harder and harder against her mouth. Each time they fell, the noises spilling out of your mouth got progressively louder as you felt your stomach tighten.
“Mommy, I’m close…” you warned.
Just like that. She pulled back and smacked your ass hard enough to make you cry out. Testing the wetness outside first, she slid two fingers inside your aching pussy before growling, “What gave you the impression that this was about you?”
The fingers on her left hand drawing circles over your clit and the fingers on her right pounding into you might have given one that impression, but you kept that to yourself. “Nothing! I’m sorry, ma’am.” You looked forward to the headboard again.
“That’s right my dear.” She sped up the fingers on your clit rapidly for a moment, and you got dangerously close to disobeying her before they came to a complete stop.
She pulled back from you entirely and you clenched your jaw in frustration to keep the disappointed noises from escaping.
“I have an idea for another game. Consider it a rematch. Winning could help you…” She paused and grazed the pad of her finger against your clit, “… release this tension.”
When your hips were done chasing her hand she continued. “If you can take twenty strikes, and quietly, mommy will let you cum. Shall we begin?”
You swallow. “Yes please.”
You could feel her grinning behind you, but it didn’t sting as bad as the first hit. You barely managed to hold in a squeak and not lose immediately. That was mainly due to the shock of it. As a matter of fact, you got all the way to ten before having that issue again.
She was alternating sides each time and the eleventh came down on the right. You jumped and squeezed your eyes tight to focus on not making any noise. Your backside was starting to burn, your eyes were starting to water and it felt too hot in the room.
Twelve, thirteen and fourteen nearly drew whimpers from you that you suppressed by tugging on your restraints. That way you could release the access energy in a vain attempt to break free.
“You have no idea how gentle I want to be with you… It seems impossible with you beneath me like this.” That comment had your eyes rolling back.
Fifteen presented a whole new problem for you as she started paying attention to your clit again. Her flicks came faster and faster as sixteen through nineteen came down, and it was then that tears finally started falling.
There was a long pause before twenty, and you started to doubt your ability to win this game too as you grew closer to the edge without being given permission.
“My lady, PLEASE!” You cried, begging for her to hurry.
“Cum for me, pet.” She commanded. It wasn’t until you tipped over the edge that the final slap came down on your left side. If it wasn’t for the fact that her fingers were already milking pleasure out of you, the loud moan that left your mouth at the start of your orgasm would have made you lose for sure.
Even then, Lady Dimitrescu didn’t still her hand until your contractions stopped completely.
“That’s it sweetheart,” she cooed, “we’re all done. No more..”
She sits down beside you, undresses you and positions you further up the bed and unwinds the ties binding your wrists together. As she loosens the knots, you bury your face even deeper into the sheets, both drying it and hiding it.
When your wrists are free, she moves your hands to your sides and rubs up and down your back. Starting at the base of your neck and traveling down to graze over your bright red ass and thighs.
Your shoulders jolt with unsteady breaths as you sob into the bed. She lays down completely beside you and tucks a piece of hair back behind your ear with her fingers. She lays a kiss on your cheek and keeps her face close to yours and she whispers, “May I see?”
You roll your head towards her and open your teary eyes. Her eyebrows furrowed with concern when she saw the pouty expression you had. She cupped your cheek and wiped away the stray tears with her thumb.
“You’re so beautiful. Can I hold you, darling?”
You nod and scoot to cling onto her like a koala with your face nuzzled in her chest and your nails gently scratching her shoulders as you squeeze her.
She returns the embrace and uses one hand to cradle your head and another to massage your lower back. There was hardly any pressure allowed from the angle, but it was still doing its job of calming you down.
When your breaths finally steadied and you were almost asleep, she sat you both up and moved you off of her lap. You rubbed your eyes and let out a small whine as she walked to the other side of the room.
“There there, mommy will be right back.”
And she meant it. Only getting up to retrieve a hairbrush, she settled back into bed with you. You climbed back into her embrace and shut your eyes again, figuring that she was going to brush her own disheveled hair out.
It was a pleasant surprise when she undressed and started on your hair instead. For such a large and powerful woman, it was incredible how gentle she was capable of being. She switched between combing her fingers through your hair and using the brush.
Tiny happy noises escaped from you every time she brought her hand back down against your head. Long after your hair free of tangles, she extended her long arm to put the brush on the nightstand closest to you both.
Knowing that she was finished, you squeezed her tighter so she wouldn’t get up again. “Shhhh…” she started rubbing your back again, “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll stay right here until you go to sleep, pet.”
As much as you tried to stay awake and enjoy the feeling of her body beneath yours, you couldn’t help it when you finally drifted into a deep sleep.