“Why don’t you bathe yourself?” Iris proposed, though her icy tone clearly conveyed her words as a direct command and not a suggestion. “After cleaning so much I can see you sweating, and I’d prefer you to be a bit more presentable. Surely you could use the relaxation?”
Sherri masked the rising feeling of dread within her, maintaining her poise and forcing a smile. “Of course ma’am.”
“And obviously, use the tutor for all of your needs. Wash cloth, towel, et cetera.” The slightest twinge of a smirk appeared in the corner of Iris’ mouth. “He’ll earn his keep here, most certainly.”
Sherri’s face paled, but she managed to keep her smile. She bowed low, while scooping you up into her hand, then turned and headed off to the bathroom. Her tight grip ensured you couldn’t break free, even if you wanted to. Your life was now in the direct hands of Sherri, and indirectly, the cruel whims of her mistress.
The beautiful blonde maid entered a quite spacious and lavish bathroom, closing the door behind her. She set you down on the counter while she wiggled her voluptuous body out of the tight French maid uniform she was wearing, with a bit of difficulty. Dropping the uniform onto the floor, she slid her panties down her legs and unclipped her bra.
Standing before you with nothing on, Sherri looked at you sadly, a blush in her cheeks. Your jaw refused to close, your eyes wide upon taking in the full glory of Sherri’s nude body. Her supple skin seemed to radiate with light, and you almost felt blinded staring at her. Sherri was as curvaceous and gorgeous as a goddess, and you simply could not peel your eyes away.
Sherri gave you a small smile, noticing you staring at her body, before frowning again. “I apologize for this Mr. Reynolds…but my mistress’ command is absolute. I’m very sorry.” Offering her kind words that rang true with sympathy, Sherri smashed her fist down onto your body, squashing you out flat instantly.
With efficiency expected of a professional maid, Sherri molded your malleable body into a small rectangular shape, while simultaneously turning the water on in the elegant and presumably expensive bathtub. Her smooth fingers probed and kneaded your squishy body, and it definitely hurt, but the pain felt lessened when done by someone with good intentions.
Once the tub was sufficiently filled, Sherri cut off the water and slipped inside, submerging herself in the hot but relaxing liquid. She sighed happily, allowing her stiff joints to ease amidst the heated waters, and she reclined back. She lazily sat there for several minutes, absentmindedly dangling you in the water while she took a much-needed respite.
Sitting up again, Sherri lathered your body in soap, wincing as she saw the bubbly soap cover up your eyes and mouth. Sure enough, the soap stung like hell, and tasted disgusting, but you couldn’t struggle at all while flattened, and Sherri was obligated to inflict this torment upon you.
Sherri silently thanked the soap for shielding your eyes from the adorable blush now flaring up across her entire face as she raised you to her prodigious breasts, and began scrubbing you up and down over the firm yet squishy globes of flesh. She had never even considered being in a situation like this in her life, and was feeling exceptionally embarrassed.
The same easily applied to you, what with having your face shoved directly into easily the best breasts you’d ever seen in your entire life. Sherri was methodical and careful with her cleaning, not applying too much pressure, but enough to get the job done. Her skin felt sublime against your body, and you had to admit that this “punishment” maybe wasn’t so bad as it could’ve been.
The titanic maid’s usage of you continued, as she cleaned her arms and lean stomach, then began moving you across her absurdly large butt cheeks. Your pleasant experience began to lessen a bit as Sherri forced you between her ass cheeks, dutifully rubbing her butt crack with her tiny tutor turned wash cloth.
Sherri bit into her lip as she used what she knew was a living, breathing human to scrub her butt crack and crotch clean, realizing she’d never done anything anywhere near as intimate with anyone in her entire life. Iris kept her on a tight leash, and Sherri had never even dated someone before. She couldn’t fight a small feeling of arousal deep within her, and strived to remain professional. She knew you weren’t fully enjoying yourself either.
The bath lasted a while, as Sherri cleaned every single part of her body expertly, not missing a single speck of dirt. You felt thoroughly exhausted by the end of it, a confused mess of arousal, embarrassment, and general pain and discomfort from holding your wash cloth shape for an extended period of time. Sadly, your abuse at Sherri’s unwilling hands wasn’t over quite yet.
Glistening like a goddess descended from heaven, Sherri stood up, letting the water leave the tub. She whispered a silent apology to you before beginning to stretch and pull your squishy body once more, this time forming you into the shape of a towel. While doing so, she scrunched and twirled your squishy self, attempting to remove water from you. Though she meant well, this hurt like nothing else, and you mentally screamed for her to stop.
Once she had elongated and dried your body, Sherri began using you to dry her own buxom body, resuming the process of rubbing at every inch of her beautiful flesh. Her soft breasts felt divine, but her butt crack, armpits, and feet were anything but pleasant. Thoroughly dirty and way past enjoying this experience, you silently begged Sherri to finish using you so she could return you to normal.
A knock sounded on the door, startling Sherri, who elicited a cute gasp. “Hello? About finished Sherri?” Iris’ muffled voice called.
“Of course ma’am. Just another minute while I change back into uniform.” Sherri explained.
“Hold that. Why don’t you just come out wearing your towel? That should be modest enough.” Iris instructed, knowing full well that Sherri’s “towel” was a poor, tired squishy guy. Sherri blushed again, looking between you and the door.
“O-of course…mistress. I’ll be out promptly.” Sherri bowed out of habit, and began wrapping you around her body. You were at your limits of stretchiness, and were still barely able to contain Sherri’s assets. In fact, the golden-haired girl was barely able to tie you around herself, and you felt fit to pop off at any given moment.
Sherri’s breasts spilled over the top of your body, and most of her ass hung out the bottom of your body. Your squishy form screamed with pain, and you seriously felt like your body might rip in two if you had to hold the hourglass shaped maid’s form any longer.
To make matters more embarrassing, Sherri had tied you around herself face-first, in such a haste that she didn’t even notice. Your face was squashed against her perky breasts, a nipple jabbing into each of your eyes. Your crotch was tucked firmly against her own warm womanhood, and you could barely contain your intense and unwelcomed arousal at being so close to this angel of a woman.
Sherri finally left the bathroom, carrying her dirty maid’s uniform under her arm. Iris openly giggled upon seeing you wrapped around the blonde girl’s body, her laughter doubling when she noticed that Sherri had you pressed into her facing forward. Sherri fidgeted awkwardly, unsure of what her mistress had planned next. She wanted desperately to take you off and let you reform and relax…though Sherri would be lying if she said you didn’t feel…a LITTLE good where you were.
After a moment, Iris opened her mouth to speak, the cruel smirk returning to her face.
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