The Promotion of Grace

Maestro strides onto the Upper Floor. He wants service, and he wants it from Grace and Kaos, the two prettiest house slaves on duty. Grace gets nothing at first. He lets Kaos drop to her knees and swallow him whole while Grace stands there, cunt wet, watching every inch disappear. He keeps Grace on edge, feeding Kaos stroke after stroke, letting the greedy girl feast. Only after Grace is shaking does he give her a turn, and even then he drags it out. He fucks her deep, then pulls away every time she gets close, makes her beg, makes her ask nicely, then fucks her harder and still denies her. Both girls are left gasping, dripping, desperate. Grace finally snaps. She plays the power card that comes with her title. Slave Consort. She says it’s her right to come. The House hears. Silence drops like a blade. They strip the title from her on the spot. The collar with the consort insignia comes off, and for one raw minute Grace cries, shoulders shaking. Then they tell her what comes next. Assistant Maid in training. A real staff position. Her first assignment? Kaos. Grace wipes her face, stands taller, and smiles like a switch that just found its place. She takes Kaos by the hair and puts her to work. First she demands kisses and tongue on every inch of her body. Then she shoves Kaos down and fucks her ass with a thick strap-on, no mercy, no warm-up, just hard, steady strokes that make Kaos moan around every thrust. When Kaos starts to shake, Grace pulls out and makes her clean the toy with her mouth. Kaos sucks like she’s starving. Grace keeps the last load for herself, stroking until she comes hard, marking her old friend and her new rank at the same time. Congratulations, Assistant Maid Grace.