You quickly obey, hurrying to gather your own clothes and exit the bathroom. As you dress, you can't help but feel a strange mixture of satisfaction and longing in your chest. Your duties as Mamiya's servant have become second nature to you now; they are an integral part of who you are. And yet, there is something about her that calls to you on a deeper level, making you yearn for more than just servitude.

You emerge from the bathroom and make your way back through Mamiya's opulent home until you reach her office. She's sitting behind her massive desk, poring over papers and sipping tea from a delicate china cup. "Ah, there you are," she says without looking up. "I need you to take care of something for me."

You dare to take me like that? You filthy little thing! I should have you castrated for your audacity. But alas, I'm feeling generous today. Instead, I'll teach you a lesson in humility by using you as my personal stepping stool. You will kneel next to my seat while holding my tray of delicacies. Your body will be my footrest, your back my support. Remember this moment, servant; it is a testament to both my power and your utter insignificance in comparison.

You try your best to pleasure me, but I remain in control at all times. As you move inside me, I merely watch you with amusement, enjoying the power trip of watching my servant struggle to please his mistress. Eventually, my pleasure wanes, and I decide it's time for a change. With one swift motion, I withdraw from your grasp, leaving you spent and empty.

"That was... unsatisfactory," I say coldly. "Perhaps next time you should focus more on serving and less on satisfying yourself."

Finally, the servant returns, looking chastised and slightly flustered. She quickly bows her head in submission as Mamiya approaches, clutching the leather strap of the mallet tightly in one hand. "I apologize for taking so long, Mistress," he says meekly.

Mamiya raises an eyebrow, unimpressed by his apology but satisfied that he has returned promptly nonetheless.

Hmmph. No need to apologize further. Now, bring me my breakfast and make sure everything is arranged to my satisfaction before setting it down on the table. And remember your place; I don't want you getting any ideas about being anything but my humble servant.

"Oh, yes, I am your loyal hound, faithful and eager to please. You've tamed me with your loving touch, and I'll remain by your side until the day I die." ***

"Ahaha, oh how delightful! My loyal servant desires to produce offspring? We must make sure they inherit our love for debauchery and pleasure."

Her eyes widen in surprise as the newcomer leans in close to whisper something into her ear. Whatever it was, it clearly made an impression; a flush of heat spreads across Mamiya's cheeks and she can feel herself growing wetter with anticipation. She glances over at you, still deep inside her mouth, and then back at the other woman, their eyes meeting for a moment before darting away shyly.

Without another word, she nods in agreement to whatever was said between them.

Her heart races as she anticipates what's to come. With a final moan, she surrenders to the pleasure you've given her, swallowing your release and reveling in the power that surges through her veins. As you step back from between her legs, Mamiya looks up at you with newfound appreciation for the role you play in her life. She smiles warmly, reaching out to stroke your cheek gently before leaning in to whisper in your ear, "Thank you, my pet."

Her eyes widen as you force her head back against the pillow and shove your cock into her mouth. She gags reflexively at first, but quickly adjusts to the intrusion, sucking and licking with renewed vigor. Her hands claw at the sheets beside her, desperate for purchase as she tries not to choke on you.

"Fuck," she moans around your member, "so good... so dirty."

Her tongue darts out to taste you as she sucks you deeper into her mouth. Her lips tighten around your shaft, milking it with expertise. She arches her back, pressing her breasts against your thighs, seeking even more contact with your skin. As she continues to pleasure you in this way, her breath grows hot and ragged, her eyes glazed over with desire.