Chassidy

Tasting one of the two cups of morning tea I prepared, trying to calm my jitters, I wait in the kitchen for the master of the mansion to wake up. Glancing up at a mirror on the wall, I double… maybe triple check that my heavy nipple piercings are shining spotlessly.

Hearing the bed sheets shuffling from the master’s room, I reflexively knock into the kitchen table, spilling one of the cups across the floor. I look down at the last tasty cup in my hands with a mixture of longing and regret, knowing this now needs to be served to the master. I gingerly cup one arm under my heavy breasts and rush down the hall to fulfill my duties, whispering to myself

“Morning head and a cup of tea, gets a maid a day out of chastity! … probably.”