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“Oh, servant boy!“ Rang a singsong Voice along with the tingling of a tiny bell.
Maribelle, the noble Lady of Themis, one of Chrom’s Shepherds and teatime enthusiast, sat daintily in her tea room, waiting for her latest brew to arrive. She was so excited for it too. Just a little while ago she had acquired a new servant to her household. He was an unrefined lad, but he was hard-working. And with Naga’s luck and her teachings, Maribelle was going to make certain he would become a perfect little steward.
In the kitchen adjacent to the tea room, was said servant having just barely finished the newest pot of tea.
Robin, the renowned tactician, right hand to the prince, was that new servant boy. When they first met, Maribelle did say she was going to turn him into her perfect gentleman. Apparently this was but one of many ways that was going to happen. It would start with knowing how to prepare tea to her specifications. And he would do so while wearing an ensemble suitable for someone of his station.
The preparation for Maribelle‘s daily teatime was more than he had expected it to be. In all the years he had known the woman, he only ever saw how quickly she could brew a pot of tea With an accompaniment of sweets. Never did he consider the time and preparation it took to actually get everything together. This was hardly the first time Robin had made tea, but it would be the first time he was working with quality stuff. It was, however, the first time he tried his hand at baking. Maribelle insisted on having something to go along with her drink and he was in no position to refuse. When the small round cookies were fresh from the oven, he made sure to try one out for himself to see how they came out. They tasted well enough and they weren’t burned so he figured he had done a good enough job.
“Servant boy! You’re running late!” Maribelle’s voice chirped once more alongside her tiny little bell. The help should know better than to keep her waiting like this.
Finally, her gentleman in training appeared from the kitchen with a lovely tea sat atop a tray in his hands. More importantly, she was thrilled to see him appropriately dressed for the occasion.
Starting from the neck, she wore a lovely white collar held in place with a black bow tie. Upon his chest he had no shirt. His Lady insisted when he served her, his physique should be on display. His arms, adorned with lovely white cuffs which were linked together with an intricately crafted button that donned the family crest of House Themis. His trousers, if they could be called that, were a set of restrictive leather leggings. But that wasn’t all; these leggings bore no seat nor did they have anything covering the groin area. For decency's sake, Robin’s manhood was bound with a codpiece also made from the same leather material while also being held in place with a small belt that gripped his package and ensured nothing would slip out. There was nothing in place to cover his exposed rear, however. Tying the whole outfit together was a pair of very expensive and very fashionable black dress shoes. They were shined to an almost mirror sheen and practically smelled like money.
Watching her servant approach her with her newest pot of tea, Marabelle clapped with glee and the biggest smile. She never would have imagined the outfit would look so good on him. She made sure to pick one that would skirt the line between professionalism and something that would tastefully show off the man’s body.
Robin walked with purpose to the table that Marabelle sat at. He makes sure to stress his perfect posture, just how she taught him. If he so much as walked even slightly askance, she would be very unhappy with him. And making a lady unhappy was truly unbecoming of a gentleman.
Judging by her wide smile and sparkling eyes, he wager he had performed admirably. She only had that look when he did a good job after all. Now, the real test. Gently setting the tea tray down so that the set on top didn’t clutter as he did so, Robin prepared his lady‘s tea.
The noble lady watched with the precision of a sniper to ensure the lessons she imparted to her steward weren’t for nothing. Even with her starry eyed expression she made sure to analyze every single motion he made. Everything from how he lifted the pot, pouring the fragrant beverage into the small tea cup, even whether she rotated the spoon clockwise or counterclockwise when mixing in a single cube of sugar and three drops of honey. That last part was particularly crucial. If he’s so much as had too much or too little of one or the other, it would completely throw off the entire flavor profile of her very expensive drink. As for what direction the spoon swirled in while mixing the blend? That actually didn’t matter at all, but if he was to prove that he was a good listener and willing to learn, he would make damn sure that spoon was moving the way she told him to.
Robin meticulously blended his lady’s tea to her liking as she had instructed a few times before when he had agreed to indulge her in this little “Steward“ venture. He even made sure that he stirred the cup counter clockwise, as it was to her liking. Or was it clockwise…?
“I think that’ll be enough for now, servant boy.“ Maribelle chirped. If her steward had messed up in his preparation, her face certainly wasn’t showing it.
“As you wish, my lady.“ Robin bowed before taking a few steps back to give the noble her space to enjoy the spread.
Where to even begin? The spread of sweets looked well enough and they were even arranged in a neat fashion that made them both aesthetically pleasing and easy to retrieve from the small plate without interfering with spread’s elegance. All of the other accompaniments were on hand as well. Even the decorative choice for the teapot, cups, and saucers were on point and an intelligent choice. When it came to the presentation front, her steward had passed with flying colors. But now, it was time for the real test.
Noticing her assessment of the display was over, Robin took the initiative and began pouring the lady her tea. He gently gripped the teapot and filled her delicate little cup near to full and placed One of the flat cookies onto the saucer that it sat upon for her to enjoy.
Everything smelled wonderful. Maribelle was particularly impressed that this was Robin‘s first attempt at baking and he appears to have done a decent enough job on the surface. Taking her tea cup in hand, the noble brought the broth to her lips and took her first cautious sample.
There weren’t too many things in this world that would make Robin nervous. Thinking about Maribelle‘s displeasure at his tea making skills was one of those very few things that made him sweat. All he could think about was what she would do to him. What punishment would she have in mind? How much time would pass before he would be able to sit down comfortably again?
He watched as Maribelle took another sip. That was surely a good sign. It meant it was good enough that she wanted to continue, at least that’s what he hoped. Her face remained neutral, however. None of her previous expressions of delight and perverse joy.
Without a word, Maribelle moved on from her tea. With her delicate, gloved hand, she reached down to grab the small cookie on her saucer and took her first bite. Once more, Robin watched nervously hoping she would say something, anything, regarding his efforts. Instead all he had to go on was listening to her vigorous chewing as she eight that one bite.
And that was her only bite.
Everything seemed to stop at that moment. Maribelle didn’t have any more of her tea or another bite of her sweets. She sat there with her hands pressed together in what Robin could only guess was her assessing the situation.
After a stiff moment of silence, Maribelle pushed herself away from the table and stood up.
“Was everything to your liking, my lady?” Robin asked, doing his best to hide his unease and maintaining his professionalism.
“Something appears to be missing.“ Maribelle stated bluntly. The response came far sooner and colder than Robin was prepared for.
“My deepest apologies.” Robin humbly bowed his head knowing this meant he had failed.
“Oh no need to apologize just yet, servant boy.“ Maribelle replied brusquely.
The noble woman curved her walk around her steward, eyeing his body with a lascivious fire in her eyes. Bragging was beneath a woman of her state but she still applauded herself on the choice of dress she selected for Robin. Especially how well it displayed his hindquarters.
But why settle for simply looking? Tea time wasn’t over yet and she deserved a snack far better than what she received.
Robin, head still bowed, peeked out of the corner of his eye, wondering what Maribelle was doing exactly. He simply could not read her next move, and due to her moving out of his view, he certainly had no reference for what to expect.
It only took another second for him to begin another string of thoughts before he felt a firm hand meet with his ass in a hearty smack. The sudden force made him jump slightly at the rough contact.
Maribelle clenched her open palm which she just used to deliver that loud spank, into a fist. Her palm stung with just how hard she swatted at her servant boy’s cheeks; she knew it had to have left an impression. That faintest of touches at the man’s toned glutes kindled her inner fire to proceed even further.
“That, my dear servant boy, was for your efforts today.” Maribelle declared in a tone that made it difficult to discern if she was praising or admonishing her steward in training.
Believing it to be the latter, the stunned man stood up straight, spine perfectly vertical as he took her words to heart and apologized.
“I am so very sorry for the poor service, milady. If there will be a next time, I assure you my efforts will see improvement.” He stated, surrendering to the noblewoman’s punishment.
“‘Sorry?’” Maribelle repeated, astonished. “Darling, you misunderstand. What you just received was high praise and a compliment.”
Robin turned his head to see his lady eye to eye. “But… you said--”
“I am well aware of what I said, servant boy. ” Maribelle curtly interrupted. A slender finger from the noble pressed against her steward’s lips to keep him from speaking further. “I said something was missing. I do not recall saying your service was poor.”
Robin asked why he received such treatment if his efforts were supposedly to her liking. Unless this was his lady’s idea of praise…? In response, Maribelle placed both of her hands upon his lower back and gently brought them upward toward his shoulders as her fingers gripped and pulled her palms higher, as if she were attempting to climb something.
“You know so little in the ways of high society, servant boy.” The noble woman chuckled. “Unlike the gutter I fished you out of, in the world of the high class, such a rough display is among some of the highest compliments someone of my breeding could bestow upon you.”
“I-I see…” Robin nervously replied. As the noble lady continued her ascent of his body, his spine tingled at the way her fingers traced the outline of his shoulder blades. As hard as he tried to remain stiff and poised, his body could not resist the occasional shudder now and then.
Once her hands reached just shy of her steward’s shoulders, she quickly changed trajectory. Rather than settling upon the man’s shoulders, she reached them around to his front, resting her hands on his chest. With her index finger and thumb on each hand, Maribelle gripped the small nipples upon Robin’s chest and gave them a little tug.
“Ah…!” Robin hissed. Feeling his nipples surrender to the touch of his lady and stretch just the tiniest bit. It was certainly painful, but to say he didn’t enjoy that feeling would be a lie.
Maribelle laughed once more, her breaths tickling Robin’s back, making his body experience more shivers and shakes. Pressing herself against him, her breasts pushed against his firm back. Down below, the bulge in the noblewoman’s trousers had grown considerably and nestled comfortably between her steward’s clenching buttocks.
Robin blushed when he felt his lady’s length against him. He was well aware of Maribelle’s girth but even so, he never got used to the sensation of how she teased him before she intended to “punish” him with it.
The steward winced as he felt his nipples twist under the dexterous touch of his mistress. His own length twitched and struggled against the leather that bound his would-be erection in the face of such stimulation.
“Let me put your mind at ease, servant boy…” Maribelle whispered into Robin’s ear with such allure that even her voice made him melt into her. “I am very pleased with your performance today. Now, allow me to reward those efforts…”
The noblewoman released her steward’s nipples and worked her trousers down. Her member had grown nearly to full from both the view of the servant boy’s risque state of dress and selfishly tormenting his chest.
Robin inhaled sharply when he felt the faintest brush of his lady’s cockhead against his ass. In preparation for his reward, the steward relaxed his muscles to ensure his lady would meet no resistance whenever she decided to take action.
Maribelle was pleased at the silent obedience her servant boy displayed. She didn’t need to issue a command for him to accept her cock. He simply did as she wished, knowing her desires and acting accordingly. It made her proud, knowing that he was well on his way to being her perfect gentleman with such proactive behavior.
Robin felt his mistresses hand press against his back. He took it as her commanding him to lean forward, and so he did, his hands laying flat against the tea table, but taking care to not disturb the tea and sweets he had worked so hard to make. The steward presented himself to his lady entirely, and he was commended for his willingness with another slap on his behind that briefly made him tense up before he relaxed again.
The lusty noble was preparing to enter her servant boy’s tender ass but, being the generous master that she was, felt that in light of her new recruit’s dedication and service, he deserved a bit of attention first before she indulged. Reaching her hands about Robin’s waist, Maribelle unbuckled the belt that held the leather codpiece around his crotch in place. It fell to the floor with a jingle and her servant boy’s needy cock hung loose. The scent of his manly essence from the teasing she had administered to him was light in the air and it called to her hunger to take him right now, like a powerful pheromone. But no. She was a patient woman, and again, generous enough to consider his needs first.
With nothing else in her way, Maribelle cradled her servant boy’s testicles in one hand, lightly squeezing them in the palm of her hand and giving an approving hum, impressed at what he was keeping from her this whole time. They were large enough to fill her entire palm, and firm enough that she didn’t need to fear any injury if she decided to put a little pressure on them. So, she did. Her fingers sank into the warm, almost rubbery skin as she gripped her servant boy’s family jewels.
Robin swallowed hard as he felt his package being handled. A bead of sweat almost fell from his brow and his breathing became pensive. He was simultaneously scared and thrilled at what his lady was doing. At any second, with enough pressure, she could do terrible things to him that he feared would make him less of a man. But that fear is part of what made this so exciting. Arousal was inevitable and his cock was soon standing straight and rigid, seemingly in defiance of the predicament it was in.
With her other hand, Maribelle gripped her steward’s stiffness. Even through her gloves, she could feel the veins pulsing in her hand. She smiled at the fullness both of her hands felt when handling every part of him down there. She didn’t need a side by side comparison to know that Robin was bigger than her in this aspect, but she didn’t begrudge him for his gifts. If anything, it made her want to do this even more.
The noblewoman began gently stroking her servant boy’s shaft with the same grace that she had with nearly everything else she did. Rough and dirty wasn’t her style and she preferred it if her steward got to enjoy it for more than a brief moment.
Feeling his lady’s gloved hand slowly work itself up and down his shaft, Robin still strove to remain a pillar of professionalism that Maribelle had trained him to be. No loud moans or excessive breathing. He simply relaxed and allowed her to work. Still, her ability to pleasure him was a bit beyond his need to express himself. All he would settle for was his fingers clenching at the tablecloth while Maribelle had her way.
The sensation of fabric on skin turned out to be more stimulating than expected. Even with her gloves on, Maribelle found no difficulty in making Robin nearly squirm to her gasp as she rubbed and caressed his cock. Even when precum began to drip from the tip of his member, staining her gloves, Maribelle still preferred to keep them on for the time being.
Robin let out a quiet breath as his mistress continued to stroke him. Not only were his cock and balls being handled with care and a bit of force, he could feel his asshole being teased as well. He couldn’t tell if it was on purpose or not but he felt Maribelle’s erection against the outer ring of his anus. Not quite at full mast, but aroused enough that she could enter him whenever she chose. More than that, the lady herself was getting her own enjoyment from having her steward locked in her grasp. A small trail of precum dropped down Robin’s inner thigh, evidence to Maribelle’s mutual arousal.
The table beneath Robin began to rattle from the tea set atop it as Maribelle moved a little bit faster in her treatment of her servant boy. Her grip on his balls loosened a bit, but to compensate she used her index finger and thumb to squeeze the man’s urethra shut while also rolling the head with her fingers. The relief from his testicles sent a jolt through Robin’s body and a wave of pleasure washed over him. His cock filled with a warmth that almost felt like a premature orgasm. His reacted in kind with rhythmic pulses that almost made him want to cum right there and yet, he still felt he had a ways to go.
Maribelle’s heart thumped madly in her chest as she stayed committed to seeing Robin reach his end first. Her cock was reaching it’s full length but it took a lot of will power for her to not penetrate her servant boy’s ass and ride him until she filled his colon with her noble seed. In her head, she kept whispering how she had to be patient before she endeavored for her own payoff.
Anticipating an end in sight, Maribelle released Robin’s genitals to hastily discard her gloves, letting them fall in the same spot where Robin’s belt had been. With her hands now free, her palms returned to grabbing her steward’s crotch. The brief reprieve on his dick lasted for a second, but it was enough that Robin felt his climax approaching. Once Maribelle’s hands got back to their original place, it was stopped in its tracks as her grasp on his sack returned to being just as tight as before and her other hand went right back to pinching his cockhead.
“So close, but not quite.” Maribelle spoke. Be it a keen sense of timing or arrogance in her ability, she anticipated that perhaps she stopped the man from cumming and teased him for it. “You can finish when your Lady permits you to.” She placed emphasis on her station above him, a reminder of their relationship as master and servant.
“Of course, Lady Maribelle.” Robin answered. He surrendered to his role gladly, knowing that as stern as Maribelle could be, she was also one to make sure anyone who worked under her were properly compensated. He had full confidence that she would let him experience the bliss of release. He just hoped it was soon.
A dark smile crept across the noblewoman’s lips. She knew for a fact that her soft and well cared for hands would make it easy for her steward to cum if she continued to stroke him off if she continued on now. But where would be the fun in that?
Robin stressed over the state of limbo his cock was in, unable to cum but having come so close, it was practically over. All he could think about was how his clima was trapped right at the last agonizing second. He had gone from a focused and collected tea maker to a scatterbrain who could only think about cumming. Even now, his mistress rubbed her hard cock against his backside and he barely took notice.
While she used her hands to pleasure and blue-ball Robin, Maribelle had gone ahead and began dry humping her servant boy’s ass. She had no intention to penetrate just yet, but figured this would only add to her servant boy’s anguished orgasm that she kept trapped. Having this kind of control was what it meant to be a lady of high caliber after all. She didn’t want to just control when he would finally blow his load, she wanted him to hang onto her every word. To surrender to her will in mind and body. Obedience was the prize she sought after.
“Servant boy, tell me you want it.” Maribelle demanded, her grin bordering on evil at this point.
Through gritted teeth, Robin answered. “I… I want to cum…” He meekly admitted.
Maribelle squeezed the tiniest bit harder, close enough to reach the threshold of pain. “You need to cum, don’t you?”
“Y-Yes.” Robin stammered, trying not to focus on his pained balls.
“Yes what? ” Maribelle briefly tightened her grip on his shaft as well.
“Yes, Lady Maribelle.”
“ Mistress Maribelle. ”
“Yes, Mistress Maribelle.”
“Now ask for it, servant boy. In a manner befitting a gentleman.”
Robin swallowed hard. Every second his climax was delayed was torturous. “Mistress Maribelle, may I please cum?”
Maribelle smiled and nodded. He could stand to be a bit more verbose but the quick response is what she cared about the most. “Very good. And yes, you may.”
The noblewoman relaxed her arresting grip on her steward’s cock and balls and watched from behind as a torrent of semen flew from his cock the second she let go. Thick jets of semen spilled onto the table top, all over the tea set and even on the spread of baked sweets.
A decent amount of Robin’s cum dripped onto his Lady’s knuckles and onto the inside of her fingers. He wondered if she would criticize him for such a messy display. He only heard a small giggle behind him and if all his training with her was any indication, that was usually a good sign.
Once her steward expended his impressive load, Maribelle looked at her sullied hand with interest. The translucent goo clung to her fingers, creating a sticky webbing as she admired the warm essence in her open palm. But she had more than just admiration in mind. Using her slimy hand, Maribelle finally gave some attention to her own cock. Her member had reached it’s full length long before Robin reached his end, but now it was time for the mistress to get hers.
“Alright, servant boy, you’ve done a wonderful job today. Now, relax and let your mistress handle the rest.” Maribelle cooed while guiding her semen-lubricated cock to her steward’s asshole.
Robin smiled with perverted delight when he felt Maribelle’s cock rest against his anus for a brief moment. As always, his mistress was always considerate and she didn’t push forward unless he assented. Relaxing his waist, Robin wordlessly invited her in, letting his walls loosen. Thanks to the aid of the lubricant he provided, Maribelle’s cock practically glided inside of him with no trouble at all, and the steward bit his lip to suppress the lewd moans he so desperately wanted to make.
“It’s okay.” Maribelle assured, running her cummy hand through her faithful servant’s hair. “You can make all the noise you want. You’ve earned it.”
“Ah…~ Thank you… Mistress… Maribelle…!” Robin spoke between pants.
Throughout the tea room, Robin’s moans and the sound of his ass being impacted every time Maribelle thrust her cock inside of him were the only sounds. Always the picture of grace and civility, Maribelle made no moans or gasps of pleasure. When she indulged in the pleasures of the flesh, her enjoyment was strictly internal, but anyone who she was intimate with would be keenly aware of how much she was into it.
Robin’s cock was once again back at full mast, as if he hadn’t just cum seconds ago. The way his mistress gently but decisively struck his prostate every time her cock went down to the hilt revitalized him in ways he could only fantasize about. By now, he was used to her slow and steady approach, but he never tired of it. He never needed her to shift into a higher speed to get him off. It was a testament to her skill and how well she knew his weak points.
Despite his wobbly knees, Maribelle made sure her steward was upright while they fucked. This position made it easier for her to repeatedly slam him in the way she knew he loved. It also made it easier for her to jerk him off at the same time. The hand that once held his gonads in a vice grip was now giving him a second handjob. He was still riding the high of his last orgasm and she was going to make sure she would let him coast on that hazy feeling for as long as she could manage it.
“Ggh…! M-Mistress…! You’ll make me cum twice in a row so soon!” Robin nearly shouted. It was meant to be a warning but it came out more as him praising her. Neither of them could care less either way. Maribelle never changed in her approach and continued to fuck his ass with the same strong thrusts and rub his aching shaft until another bout of semen squirted forth, covering even more of the spread before them.
The noblewoman felt awful proud of herself. Being able to make her steward cum twice before she did once was already enough of an ego boost. Alas, the Lady of Themis was greedy in her ambitions and wondered if she could go for a third. Even after he came, she did not give the man time to rest. While her other hand became progressively wet from even more semen, she used it to lubricate her servant’s cock much like how she did with her own, ensuring just as much pleasure even after two rounds.
Robin’s vision began to cloud somewhat as his pupils rolled upward. His erection hadn’t gone down after that last orgasm and he felt as if he was on the verge of breaking. His mistress never let up on her efforts, validating his faith in her that she would give him the ecstasy that he craved. The kind that only she could provide. That soul-melting rush that made him want to shout her glorious name from the top of his lungs.
Maribelle leaned harder into Robin’s back, pushing herself the furthest into his ass she could possibly reach and planted a soft kiss at the back of his neck. The goosebumps that formed across his shoulders was more than enough proof for the noble to know she gave him a tingling sensation that would only help in her aim for that third orgasm. She was banking on that stimulation because her own climax was fast approaching and she was determined to give him that third finish.
It took a lot of restraint for her to not hold onto his hips and ride him like her own horse to completion. After all, this was all for him, she didn’t want to be selfish. It would likely help to make sure she wouldn’t cum before him but it seemed unlikely. Her servant boy’s body was almost lick magic. It didn’t matter how soft or hard, how gently or ferociously she would take him, she could never hold off when her body gave in. It was almost as if his very body was tailor made for her cock, and any attempt to lessen the eventual climaxes she experienced were futile.
As always, she couldn’t hold back no matter how much she wanted to. Without so much as a courteous warning, the noblewoman came and came hard. Her warm seed quickly shot through her servant boy’s hospitable colon and squeezed her for all that she was worth. Robin wasn’t far behind either. The shock of his mistress's sudden orgasm triggered his own right after. Everything happened with such perfect timing, it was almost as if Maribelle’s load had shot from her cock, through Robin’s body and out the other end, landing once again onto the now ruined tea table.
Maribelle clicked her tongue, frustrated that she couldn’t quite make it to three, but it didn’t seem like her steward was going to complain. She released his cock, which almost instantly became flaccid when she let go, finally giving him some time to rest. As Robin leaned forward to rest his upper body on the table, Maribelle’s cock easily slid free from his asshole, coated in a lovely combination of their essences.
The noble placed her hands on her lips and looked smugly upon her dazed servant boy. He simply laid there, on that table, his cheek resting on his own mess with the most pleased grin in the world. Maribelle looked at the table. Everything on top was covered in a thin glossy layer. The teapot, cups, saucers, everything.
Shifting her gaze a bit, Maribelle’s eyes fell upon the selection of sweets which were not spared. She only now realized that she hadn’t really had much more of a taste after her initial bite. Now, every single one of them was sporting some extra frosting. Well, it would be rude to just leave them that way. Especially after Robin worked so hard on them.
Picking up the cookie she had previously bitten into, Maribelle placed the entire thing in her mouth, semen and all. This wasn’t at all the proper way to consume such things but… but…
‘Oh my…’ Maribelle thought while savoring the taste. She knew there was something missing when she tried it first, but now? Now there was some punch to it that wasn’t there before!
The noblewoman’s eyes sparkled at the revelation. Her hand quickly reached for another cookie and quickly scarfed it down in nearly one bite. Somehow, someway, beyond all explanation and rationale, the missing ingredient to her steward’s subpar treats was semen!
“Servant boy, open your mouth.” Maribelle excitedly demanded.
Robin, without opening his eyes, did as he was told. He didn’t know what to expect but he found his mouth filled with one of the cookies he made for his tea time preparation. As he chewed on it, his eyes shot open. He had eaten one to taste before plating them up after baking and he thought they tasted fine. It actually made him wonder what could be missing as per his mistress’s word. When he got a second taste, it hit differently. He understood it then. He made his cookies too sweet. The natural bitterness of semen balanced out its flavor and offered a less cloying, sugary taste! Of course, how could he be so stupid!? Maribelle liked her tea sweet as is, so she needed something to offset all that sweetness. It all made sense!
Master and servant’s eyes met each other when they both had their culinary epiphany. It seems like they came to the same understanding.
“Well now. I never expected your one folly to have such an interesting solution, servant boy.” Maribelle praised. Taking another cookie in her hand, she fed it to her steward, still cheek-down on the table. She ran one of her hands through his hair, almost petting him. “I take back what I said; Nothing was missing. Everything was perfect.”
Robin, still worn out from his triple orgasm, could only offer a smile while he chewed on his cookie. To hear those words from her, it was enough to make his heart flutter.
Maribelle patted her servant boy’s head gently. She was thoroughly pleased with today’s results. The path to shaping him into her perfect gentleman was looking bright if today was any indication.
“Now then, take a moment to gather yourself.” She spoke with the voice of a saint. “Once you can stand properly, do be sure to clean this ungainly mess up please.”
That being her final word, Maribelle swiftly grabbed her gloves up from the floor and refastened her trousers. Within a moment, the noblewoman made herself decent. Before she left, Maribelle gave her servant boy one final congratulatory swat on the ass before sauntering out of the room, waving her hand about from the sting of smacking such a well-toned buttock.
After she was gone, Robin forced himself to stand, nearly dragging the tablecloth with his face which was glued to him with cum. He looked at the spread before him and sighed. This would take a little while to clean up. But, clean it up he would, for it was his duty as a servant to his Mistress Maribelle. And naturally, it was the gentlemanly thing to do after all.