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Her Body Servant – AshkiiWolf
Chapter One: The Agreement
In a dimly lit room, two individuals sat across from each other at a large, polished mahogany table. One was a tall, imposing woman draped in velvet robes; her presence was commanding and regal. The other was a small, nervous-looking man clad in a plain tunic. The air between them was tense, yet charged with anticipation. The woman leaned forward, her voice resonating with authority.
“I have heard many things about you, my little one,” she said, her eyes fixed on the man. “I am told that you are willing to do anything for the right price.” The man swallowed hard, nodding slowly. “And what, pray tell, is the price that you are willing to pay?”
The man glanced down at the table, his hands trembling slightly. “My, uh, my life,” he stammered. “I-I’m prepared to give my life in service to you.” The woman raised an eyebrow, her expression unreadable. “And what kind of service are you offering?” she asked, her voice cool and calculated. The man hesitated, then mustered up the courage to speak.
“I-I want to be your… your body servant,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. The woman leaned back in her chair, considering his offer. After a moment of silence, she spoke again, her tone slightly softer now. “Very well, my little one. You have my attention. Tell me more about this… unique proposition of yours.”
The man took a deep breath, straightening his back as best he could. “I-I will do anything you ask of me,” he said, looking directly into her eyes. “I will clean your chambers, fetch your food, even massage your enormous size…” He trailed off, realizing he had said too much. The woman’s expression turned from curiosity to amusement, and she let out a hearty laugh that filled the room.
“So,” she said, wiping a tear from her eye. “You wish to serve me, knowing full well the size of my body. You are truly brave, my little one. And so, I accept your offer. From this day forth, you shall be known as my body servant.” With that, she extended her hand, palm up. The man hesitated for a moment before placing his palm against hers, sealing their agreement.
Chapter Two: The First Task
As the sun began to rise, the woman’s body servant awoke to the sound of her gentle snoring. He rose from his makeshift bed – a small pallet on the floor – and prepared himself for his first task. He had been given specific instructions the previous night: he was to clean the woman’s chambers while she slept, using only natural products and his own hands. No machines, no tools, nothing but his own two hands.
The task before him was daunting, to say the least. The woman’s chambers were enormous, with towering ceilings and walls covered in intricately woven tapestries. But he had promised her his life, and so he set to work, scrubbing the floors and dusting the furniture until every surface gleamed. He could hear her stirring now and then, but she didn’t wake up, and he continued his labor with renewed determination.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he was done. He stood back, surveying his work with a sense of pride. The chambers were spotless, and he had done it all by himself. He heard the woman’s voice echo through the room, calling out to him. With a deep breath, he stepped out from behind a curtain, ready to face her.
She was standing in the center of the room, her eyes sweeping over the newly cleaned chambers. Her robes were thrown open, revealing an expanse of bare skin that made him catch his breath. “Well done, my little one,” she said, her voice deep and resonant. “You have served me well.” And with that, she turned and left the room, leaving him standing there, breathless and exhilarated.
Chapter Three: The Request
Days turned into weeks, and the routine never changed. The body servant would rise early, clean the chambers, and wait for his mistress to awaken. And when she did, he would serve her faithfully, always ready to fulfill her every whim. One morning, however, she had a different request for him.
“My little one,” she said, her voice soft but commanding. “I have a special task for you today. I want you to give me a massage.” He swallowed hard, his heart racing in his chest. She was enormous – how could he possibly give her a massage? But he dared not refuse. “Yes, mistress,” he said, nodding hesitantly. “Where would you like me to start?”
She pointed to a recessed area near her hip, where her thigh met her torso. “Begin there,” she said, closing her eyes. “Use your hands, your fingers, your tongue if you must. Make sure every inch of my body is tended to.” He knelt down before her, his hands trembling slightly as he reached out to touch her skin. It was smooth and warm, like silk under his fingers. He hesitated for a moment before pressing gently against her flesh, feeling the tension beneath his fingertips.
As he worked his way up her body, he could feel the heat radiating off of her, almost like standing too close to a fire. He massaged her shoulders, her back, her arms, paying special attention to the sensitive areas between her fingers and toes. He could hear her moaning softly now, a low, deep sound that vibrated through his entire being. And then, without warning, she let out a loud groan, her body shaking violently, and he knew he had done his job well.
When she finally came down from her ecstasy, she opened her eyes and looked at him. “Thank you, my little one,” she said, her voice thick with desire. “Your hands are skilled indeed.” And with that, she rose from her seat, leaving him to gather his thoughts and prepare for whatever came next.
