Subspace – Emma · Bound 3 · Part 1 (1/2)
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Part 2. The Maid and The Unicorn
Catching her breath for the past ten minutes after the attendant left, Emma still found herself bound and locked to the baggage trolley. It had been a long walk from the registration area on to the ship and finally to her room. While tired and feeling a little drained, there was not much she could do but stand there like an object. This trip has already been eventful and the cruise hasn't officially started. She was still frustrated and horny. She could tell the tops of her stockings were thoroughly soaked as wetness was permeating down the insides of her stockings. She had no idea how she would make it through this trip without many orgasms and she wasn't planning to remove the belt.
As it was, she couldn't stop thinking about Nix and what happened. More importantly was what she hoped would happen. She was so close to orgasm with Nix binding her but it turned out to be a cruel tease, which excited Emma even more. A knock on Emma's room door snapped her drifting mind back to reality.
Emma was unable to answer it in her current state, but the door opened a few seconds later. Emma was treated to the sight of a small petite woman in a classic French maid uniform. Her black hair had a few gold highlights in straight shoulder length cut with bangs. Her dark eyes and makeup helped accent her Asian features while her darker nearly caramel colored skin and nose suggested she had a mixed heritage. As the maid stepped forward and curtsied, she disappeared from view temporarily. Emma had to look down with just her eyes and over her breasts that were being pulled up by a chain to her collar and down by the weights attached. That still didn't allow her to see the diminutive maid much, who was wearing her own six inch platform heels, until she stood up fully and backed up a step or two.
"Greetings, my name is Ophelia. I will be your maid for the duration of your trip," with a wide smile plastering her face.
Ophelia had to reach up to remove the gag from Emma. Emma drooling as it came out and had to take a moment to get her jaw moving, before replying, "Thank you, Miss. I would curtsy you back but I am not in a good position to do so."
"Thank you my Unicorn. Or would you prefer Statuesque Goddess? There is no need to curtsy me," Ophelia smirked as she looked back at Emma.
"What do you mean?" Emma blushed, Ophelia unhooked the leash from her collar as the other end was still locked to the trolley and helped Emma lay on the bed mostly sideways with how she was still bound. Ophelia also removed the weights hanging from one of the sets of nipple clamps but did not undo any other bindings as most were locked on.
"Well, for the latter, I watched your registration game. She is right, you do look like a Goddess. There are many who claim to be one on this ship but only a few could match your beauty and assets. In that outfit you move slightly better than a statue. I would say I was a little jealous to not be part of your earlier performance. But you are early and my Unicorn, I figured I would take a chance and make a proposition."
Emma was surprised that the maid had seen her performance. She asked her, "How?"
Ophelia responded, "Any of us on the ship can access videos from public areas but not private rooms. Registration area is monitored and considered public as well. So when I got the message from the lovely Nix that I would need to help unbind you when I had time, I looked up and watched the event. It is why it took so long. Sorry. Needless to say it got me worked up, though likely not as much as you. Now I still have a proposition for you. Is it OK if I put away your stuff while looking for your keys and explain what it is I am hoping for?"
Emma wasn't really going anywhere until the maid got the keys and Ophelia was in no hurry to let her out. Emma wasn't in any sort of discomfort that she needed out of yet. She figured she may as well hear her out and get her stuff unpacked and put away. Could lead to another adventure, so she responded, "Of course."
"Good. I have read your file like I do for all those who's rooms I service. You did not pay extra for me to interact with you on your trip. I’m definitely disappointed, as you are an anomaly or a Unicorn as I call you. My desire and wish is to play with you before we can't. Simply I am a slave in my every day life but I am curious to see what it is like to dominate another woman even if it is for a few hours. There is a loophole that I can interact with you until dinner as long as I perform the rest of my duties. Even if you don’t agree to temporarily submit to me, I would really like a chance to at least spend time with you. Even if it is to submit to you, if necessary.
I know it is a lot to ask but as I said, my time with you would be very limited. Would you kindly allow me this opportunity, please?" Ophelia looked over to Emma lying on the bed as she was putting various items away that needed to be.
Emma could understand where Ophelia was coming from. She too was looking to explore with other women. This sounded like it would last six to eight hours. She figured why not let the maid live out her dream just like she did and was going to. It is kind of a fantasy of hers as well. Plus Ophelia was nice and considerate enough. Emma answered, "Please allow me to serve you as a slave for a Goddess."
Ophelia snorted, "I'm no Goddess nor Mistress. I am just a maid, you are not worthy of serving better yet. You will have to earn serving your betters, potentially by serving a lowly slave maid, first. You will call me Miss from now on. Since I am the first you will serve, I think by rights I should own your chastity, at minimum, for the duration of your cruise. Is it a condition you are willing to accept serving one so low as me to give up the freedom you took from yourself and hand it over unconditionally to me so that I ensure you cannot renege on your denial for a minimum length of this trip?"
Emma was already ready to hand over anything. It is clear she was in slave mode. Maybe it was the excitement of serving a woman finally. Maybe it was the month of denial and sexual frustration. Maybe it was the idea of giving up the choice to unlock herself to someone else. She just knew giving up her key while terrifying, at the same time left her vulnerable and needy for denial at the hands of someone else. This, she felt, was what she needed and she was not going to be allowed to interact with the maid much even though she would be around the whole trip. No longer self denial. Hell, maybe she would keep the key longer. That thought just made Emma want to do it more. With a huge smile, despite being on the verge of an orgasm, stated, "The key is yours to do as you please, Miss."
Emma saw Ophelia smiling as she continued putting stuff away and told her that the chastity key was the one hanging from a necklace unlike the others on a key ring. Ophelia was talking and asked questions throughout when she pulled out a pair of towering black thigh high ballet boots. Ophelia was silent as she pulled one measuring it up against her as its top went to her waist
With a mischievous grin as she turned to Emma, "How much experience do you have wearing these?"
From the bed Emma had to look up for a change at the diminutive maid she was currently serving. Smiling as she replied, "I have never worn ballet boots before. I had brought them with the hopes of being made to wear them for someone like you, my sexy Miss."
“Unicorn! Most definitely Unicorn. Now let’s get ready for fun,”
Emma confusingly asks, “You keep mentioning Unicorn, Miss. What are you talking about?”
“I will explain as we get you ready for the first part of our day.” Ophelia grabbed Emma’s keys and began unlocking her as she explained, “You are a unicorn and at the moment specifically my Unicorn. There are a number of reasons that when put together, it fits you. For starters, This is my 20th time serving as a maid on this cruise. The fetish cruise is 4 times a year, so for the last 5 years I have been here experiencing different people and things. Others have been around longer and seen other things. This is solely based on my experiences and observations so far. In none of my previous trips have I had a solo female guest.
There have been single women but they were always with friends, never alone. You have no one here to watch your back with your best interests in mind. On top of that, the solo women I have heard of so far have requested male maids or sissies. Making you the first solo female to request a female maid and I am that lucky maid to serve you.
“Next, and clearly not obvious to you, is your strength, grace, and beauty. Your registrar was correct in that you are a Goddess. Since you have gotten here, you have had an aura about you that is calling attention to you, whether you know it or not. Also I hope you want the attention, because it is not just this lowly slave maid who has noticed or heard about you. You will draw attention from most on this ship especially later tonight after dinner. I also read your file and seen you in minor actions so far. You are a contradiction of extremes who can slip into roles seamlessly and possibly unconsciously, as you have shown in your short time with both Nix and I. There is so much more. More I would like to know but we must finish up these last touches as we have work to do, my Unicorn."
Emma listened to Ophelia talk and ask questions as she was stripped of everything but her corset, chastity belt, and arm and wrist cuffs. She was wiped down, especially her legs, new stockings put on before the maid put her in and laced up her ballet boots. Ophelia added leather cuffs back to Emma's ankles over her boots. Emma was commanded to stand and walk a bit to get used to being en pointe in the ballet boots. Ophelia also recommended using the bathroom. As Emma came out of the bathroom, Ophelia was there with earplugs and a full hood that left only holes for Emma’s nose and mouth to breathe, along fogged lenses, limiting her sight.
The stiff posture collar was quickly readded after and the faint sound of a click led her to believe it was now locked on. Her breasts once again had clover clamps attached and locked to her collar like they were previously. Emma didn’t hold back as she shuddered and moaned in pleasure. She began begging for more only to get a sharp slap across her breasts, causing them to pull and create more pain thus leading to more moans of pleasure. Ophelia helped the mostly blinded Emma into bed and strapped her spread eagle with some of the restraints that came with the bed in each room.
Emma was in heaven and wanted nothing more than to orgasm as her mind finely registered Ophelia speaking, “…..n you hear me?”
Emma grunted a yes, as Ophelia continued, “The earplugs are connected by bluetooth allowing me to communicate when I wish or I leave you in silence. I know this is asking much but I would like to get a few more items to finish your outfit. But I am a lowly maid that you have submitted to with no money. Would you trust me to purchase a few items to finish your outfit from your room account?”
“Yes Miss. I had expected a few extra expenses and to get potential souvenirs this trip as long as you don’t go crazy.”
“I expect this to be under three hundred dollars if not considerably less depending on what I find, my Unicorn.”
“That is perfectly fine though Miss can spend up to a thousand. Especially if she finds something for yourself that you would like.”
“Oh my precious Unicorn, that is very kind of you but any possessions this slave owns outside of ship will belong to my Mistress. That would include your key if I don’t return before we leave the ship.”
Emma was a bit shocked at first by the last comment but remembered she told her Miss to do what she pleased with it. Then she started moaning at the realization she was no longer in control of her chastity fate.
She could hear Ophelia giggle through the earphones, “You're so precious. First your face of shock; quickly followed by your whorish moans. I think my Unicorn will get off if I decide to leave her in permanent chastity. Think I might just toss your key overboard at some point.”
With that, Emma screamed out as she had an orgasm for the first time in a month. As she rode her post orgasm bliss, Ophelia got up on the bed and straddled Emma’s head. Emma didn't mind but Ophelia's voice cut through, "That was very, very bad, my Unicorn. Sexy and amazing but very bad for you. First, you had an orgasm without permission. Second, you had an orgasm before satisfying me in any way. That was awfully selfish of you and you had better start your atonement by licking me to multiple orgasms now.”
With that, Ophelia dropped her warm, moist pussy onto Emma’s lips. Emma’s orgasmic bliss was definitely over and the maid was correct. She was selfish and Ophelia deserved better from her. She worked hard servicing Ophelia’s lovely slit and love button. This, in of itself, was a new experience as she had never pleasured another woman before in any capacity, including oral. She was roiled with emotions in her slave mode between her failure and excitement. She needed to focus on Miss and put all her effort into pleasing her as she asked. Miss definitely turned off the earplug bluetooth as she had no sounds to gauge whether she was doing well or not. Ophelia did adjust positions to suit her own pleasure but Emma had little more than the control of her mouth and tongue to finish Ophelia.
After Ophelia recovered from her second orgasm, she turned on the bluetooth, “Satisfactory at best. You have a lot more to prove and atone for. Get some rest while I get some work done and the rest of your costume. I suggest you up your performance. I know I can’t threaten you with getting rid of the key, so if you don’t up your game I will remove your belt and get rid of it since you would be undeserving of it. You are still my precious Unicorn, but I want and expect more from you. So rest and be prepared as we will have much to do when I get back.”
Emma, partially blinded, bound, and exhausted just laid there thinking, This has been crazy so far. Even though I have fifteen full days, I had my first minor experience with a woman when I registered. I gave away my chastity key, to a stranger within an hour of arriving. And I had a pretty powerful orgasm at the thought of being permanently locked in chastity with no touch or sexual stimulus. I should be terrified and frightened but instead I am excited and horny.
She is right. I'm a contradiction of extremes. I really need to be careful because not everyone has my best interest in mind. I still feel confident in my choice with Ophelia but she was right that I have no one to watch my back."
Emma must have drifted off to sleep, as she woke to the stinging sensation of what she assumed was a riding crop. She moaned in pleasure of the pain realizing there were probably a dozen or so areas she felt mild stinging. She did try to lift her head and look but the posture collar along with the fogged lenses of her hood negated her ability to really do either.
Emma then heard Ophelia ask, “How are you feeling? Besides being horny when I whip you to wake you up. I have the rest of your costume and it's time for you to get ready. If you need to use the restroom now is the time, my Unicorn. We have work to do."
Ophelia released Emma from her spread eagle position and took her to the restroom. Emma was brought back to the bed and seated on the end, before Ophelia worked on attaching something over her head. She felt the weight of something long extending from her head. It definitely felt awkward but there was little Emma could do about it.
Ophelia removed the clover clamps from Emma’s nipples and slowly began rubbing them. Emma was moaning in pleasure but Ophelia quickly told her, "No more orgasms without permission."
Ophelia continued massaging Emma’s nipples for a few minutes allowing the blood to flow back. Then she had Emma bend over the bed, as she spoke, "I am sure my Unicorn can guess that she has a proper horn now. But a proper Unicorn also needs a tail. You rarely want things the easy way so I offer a choice: oral lube, vaginal lube, no lube, or Miss's choice?"
"Mmmm, Miss's choice. Definitely Miss's choice. I am here to serve the lowly slave maid I call Miss. Please use me as you wish." As Emma finished with begging while trying to suppress her moans.
As Emma bent over hands on the bed, she felt a sharp slap across her left butt cheek. Then the pressure of the plug hit her sphincter. Definitely no lube. Another slap across her right cheek this time with Miss telling her to relax. As she slowly added and removed pressure essentially fucking her with the tail plug until its largest girth crested her anal ring and greedily sucked in the plug giving her a tail that she felt swishing across her ass as she shifted her hips to enjoy the the sensation.
Ophelia took a long chain and first bound Emma's breasts to create a tight chain bra. Emma’s arm cuffs were locked to the back of the chain bra while leaving her elbows nearly touching. Another chain was used to create essentially a chain thong over her chastity belt. Her wrists were also locked to her new thong. Her arms bound tightly behind her back made her bound breasts jut out further due to the arching of her back. Her legs were bound at the start by what chain connecting her ankle cuffs to the bottom of her chain thong. One end of the chain looped down from the thong and connected the middle of the chain between her ankle cuffs pulling it up a few inches.
This meant she couldn't spread her legs as far as before. It still allowed enough movement as needed and no potential dragging on the ground, considering she was also still wearing the thigh high ballet boots. Ophelia allowed Emma some water to drink and asked Emma if she wanted to wear the nipple clamps again.
As Emma responded with a begging "Please," she was gagged with a ball-bit gag. Soon after the clover clamps were back in place on her nipples, working their own form of magic on the Unicorn's body. A second set of clamps were added with weights attached and hanging down. Ophelia had Emma grunt to let her know if she was okay and if she wanted more. In the end Emma ended up with four sets of weights pulling down on her breasts that were already being pulled up by the other set of clamps connected to her collar. Emma was in a good place living out one of her fantasies and it wasn’t over yet.
Emma felt a tug on her leash and a slap from a crop on her left thigh as Ophelia announced, “Time to go. We have a few stops before the main event of our time together. That includes visiting my other clients ensuring they have their needs met before we can finish our fun.”
With that, Emma was slowly led out of her room. It was quite difficult between her boots, the bondage limiting her mobility, the weights swinging under her breasts changing her balance, and her vision severely reduced through the lenses of the mask. Ophelia was careful in guiding her through the corridors. It felt like she walked miles and it took hours but that was more of her mind adjusting to her lack of sensory input. She could see larger shapes and objects, as well as people shapes but no details on anything through the lenses.
Ophelia kept switching the bluetooth earplugs on and off leaving her in complete silence at times and catching partial conversations and other sounds at other times. It was mostly a blur for Emma. Her predicament took up all her focus and energy. Being en pointe and walking this much, for this long, was unexpected. At the same time she was hornier than ever craving more. She vaguely remembered some of the comments from other guests they visited or those who stopped the two of them to ask questions. Emma heard Ophelia announce to the others that her Unicorn is available for pictures and to not miss the pre-dinner show tonight.
A few of the questions and comments that stood out enough for Emma to remember so far were.
"Are you auctioning her off tonight?"
"Is she joining you when you clean our room?"
"Can I breed her?"
"The hucow market will pay well for her stock."
"Can I trade you my wife for her?"
"Are you both looking to serve a well hung Master."
As Ophelia led Emma to their next destination, there were more announcements that Emma struggled all afternoon trying to understand but couldn't ever get more than pieces. It seemed like a slow progression as we were stopped by a number of people asking questions. Ophelia suggested they go to the pre-dinner show. Emma wasn't sure why she kept suggesting that. She didn't even know the current time though it must be before dinner since she was still serving Miss. More than that, her bondage and her horniness kept her mind unfocused on other things except the tail. The tail was a new experience and as her hips swayed the swish of her tail sent jolts of pleasure further edging the sexually frustrated Unicorn.
Arriving at the destination, Emma could feel openness as she entered a big room. While she could see the vague size, she couldn't spot details. The bluetooth was sending muffled sounds as well but she knew people were there and seemed more were coming. There was enough of a cool breeze or air conditioning as goosebumps had begun to form on Emma’s skin.
Ophelia walked them towards the center which had a raised platform that served as an exhibition stage. She carefully helped Emma up with the help of a volunteer.
Once on top, Ophelia commented on how she was like a leaky faucet while wiping her inner thighs and tops of her stockings. Emma's arms, wrists, and legs were unbound and allowed her a moment to stretch before locking her into a contraption on all fours like the pet she was for now. Her neck was held solidly in place between the posture collar and the collar of the contraption leaving her head height of Ophelia's crotch. Emma could do little but wait in this position while Ophelia worked on some last minute details as the crowd filled in.
There was plenty of garbled chatter when Ophelia’s booming voice spoke, “Greetings and welcome to this pre-dinner show. This lowly maid would like to apologize for the late notice but it was a last second opportunity that I am hopeful you will all enjoy. Welcome to the one-time ever performance of, The Maid And The Unicorn.”
With that Ophelia slapped the back of Emma’s left thigh with a riding crop. It didn’t bother Emma much, so she didn’t react. Ophelia hit her again a bit harder and a moan of pleasure slipped past her gag. What shocked Emma the most was she heard a garbled version of her moan through the speaker system. Clearly a microphone was installed near her mouth. There were a few claps from the crowd.
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