It was 3 p.m. and baking hot outside. For the third day in a row you were on open sea. Normally the trip would take 6 days, so you still had to sail 3 days. You were halfway nontheless, but that didn't feel like it. Always the same boring tasks, never something to look at except the sea itself of course...
But this afternoon your life on-board could potentially change as you had to clean Arya's room. You didn't know why, but didn't asked many questions and knocked on her door. She had the best room in the ship. All the way at the back of the ship. You waited and suddenly heared someone opening the door.
It was Arya. She lets you in and you saw a pretty nice, cosy room. A large bed, some red curtains, a desk, a lounge... Arya stood infront of you and looked you deep in the eyes. "So I think you know why you are here?" Arya said firm. "Euh to clean?" You replied. "Haha, yes in essentialy yes. But no, I saw you staring at my feet this morning. Do you think it is apropriate to do such thing?" She asked. "No princess, I am very sorry, please forgive me." You answered. "I am glade you apologize, but as you know every error deserves a punishment right?" She continued. "Yes princess." You replied. "So what shall your punishment be?" She asked teasingly. "Euh I could clean your room." You said. "Hmm, I like that, but I don't think that is enough punishment. Perhabs you should clean my entire room with a toothbrush?" Arya said with an evil smile. "Yeah, I like that. You can start!" She added and gave you a toothbrush.
You sighed and were in for an ordeal. Cleaning this entire room with a toothbrush could take hours! "Oh and make it spotless. If I see a tiny mark still there you can start over slave!" Arya said. This was the first time she actually called you slave. In a weird way you liked it.
You bowed down started cleaning. After just 15 minutes your hands and arms felt like they could fall of and you still had 95% of the work to do. You scrobbed and brushed every wooden plank and furnace possible. All the while Arya just sat on a couch with her feet in black leather boots propped up on a table, reading something.
After 2 hours of non stop thrusting the brush against everything possible you were near the lounge were Arya was. You first cleaned the floor and then the table were Arya's black leather boots laid on. They were crossed at her ankle and she was sometimes twisting them. All the while your eyes switched between your brush and her boots. They looked so perfect and you were so close to them.
"Uhum, clean my boots too please. They are a little bit dirty." Arya said. Immediately you switched to her boots. They indeed had some dirt and dust on them, but that's all.
Your penis starts to grow as you were cleaning them. "Take them slave, they hurt!" Arya demanded. You gulped and without hesitation you took them off. Instantly the air filled itself with a slight scent coming from her boots. Arya wore long grey socks underneath and wiggled her toes. "Aah much better."
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