Slave Tongue Scrub-A-Dub, Hole Brush Poke-Poke! The Noblewoman's Ultimate Luxury – Witch City School Trip Day 3 Dawns
Lying in bed, I watched as Sylvia stirred beside me. Her silver hair, like a compressed galaxy spilling out in beautiful disarray, framed her yawning face—and as always, it effortlessly captured my gaze.
"Haaawn…."
My adorable owner was in her usual low-blood-pressure daze, half-asleep and utterly limp. The way her tiny mouth stretched open was so damn cute it hurt. Those sharp, confident eyes that always sparkled with genius were now hazy with lingering sleepiness. No matter her state, she stirred a warm swell in my chest. Her very existence was pure magic.
"Nngh…!"
After a quick stretch, she scrunched her eyes shut, then slowly blinked them open to look at me.
"Heehee."
Our eyes met, and she broke into a bashful grin, sidling closer. Mwah. A natural kiss. Tongues intertwined for dozens of seconds. Our connected saliva stretched long before snapping. Glossy lips shining. She leaned in again, lapping at my lips lick lick to clean them before pulling back.
"Ehehe… My slave's lips are all clean now."
…She's so freaking cute it's driving me insane. How can a person be this adorable?
As Sylvia's slave, I confidently claim to have the happiest dog-tier life in the entire universe. Her beaming puppy-like smile could fill my belly on its own. Unable to resist, I tickled her underarms.
"Kyahaha!"
We played around, then exchanged more saliva with smack smack kisses. Through her sheer black negligee, I could make out the mound of her mound and her pink nipples. She wrapped her limbs around me like a koala, grinding her sensitive spots against me while passionately tangling our tongues.
The deep kiss ended soon after. Still clinging tight, Sylvia panted heavily, then flashed a lecherous grin like a horny high school boy. Even this face was pretty. It had to be one of those mysteries only someone up close could appreciate.
With sly fox eyes narrowed, she used telekinesis to pull her subspace pouch over. Pop. She opened the tiny pouch in her palm and laid out the contents like a display: one, a tube of pink toothpaste; two, a thin, long stick with short, soft bristles; three, a thicker, blunt brush; four, a round one. All pervy tools meant for nothing but naughty play.
"Heehee. You bought these… to serve your owner, right?"
"Damn right. Wanna head to the bathroom and test 'em out?"
Heh heh. If my owner's asking, I'll wash her with these filthy bath tools. It's just my duty as a slave, proper bathing service.
Sylvia smirked arrogantly, like the noble she was, and commanded her slave—me.
"Good. Clean your owner nice and thorough, my slave."
She said it with a lewd grin, extending her slender arms. Her hands wrapped around my neck, radiating sticky lust as she adjusted into a perfect princess carry position.
Damn, the hugs, the kisses… when did she get so seductive?
I slid my hands up her petite body from bottom to top, pausing to stare at her palm-sized face. Aphrodisiac toothpaste, brushes—sure she's okay with this? She met my slightly worried gaze with a teasing hee hee, provoking me. Cheeky, cheeky.
Her soft thighs wiggled like a kitten's playful paws. I slipped my hand underneath, and a faint blush colored her cheeks. Wrapping around her waist drew a warm breath against my nape. Teasing me? Fine. Up she went in a princess carry, nuzzling her head into me.
Grrr, can't hold back.
I strode to the bathroom. The moment we arrived, I whipped off her single layer of negligee. Shiver… Sylvia always trembled when baring herself to me, unchanged. Facing her like this turned me into a beast more each time. She looked like prey.
The strongest cadet at the magic academy, Sylvia, paradoxically quivering and cumming at my every whim with her frail, slutty body—it was a pleasure beyond anything else. As my owner, she submitted utterly to my service. Trembling, she accepted my touch obediently. The trust and anticipation in her eyes swelled my heart.
To repay it, I roughly pried open her mouth and yanked out her tongue.
"Ebeh—"
Squeezing toothpaste onto her protruding tongue, I spat on it.
"……♡"
Her tongue twitched but she held still. Naked and defenseless, tongue gripped by her slave, I added more: rubbing her clenched pussy slit, spreading the folds.
"He…♡ Bre…♡"
After toying enough to pinpoint it, I pressed the urethral brush tip against her cute little pee hole.
"Hyeh…!? Heave…♡"
Her hips jerked, gripped tongue wriggled—but only slightly. Noble pride kept her from resisting her slave's service. Squelch. The soft-bristled brush slipped into the hole—it had to tickle like crazy. I worried the bristles might bend in her tight urethra, but magic tool durability should hold.
Through it all, my pathetic maso bitch owner flushed red to her ears. A strand of drool threatened to drip from her gaping mouth. Pathetic, yet beautiful. Pressing her tongue down, I said:
"I'm letting go now—keep it stuck out straight."
Blink blink.
She fluttered her lashes, closing and opening her eyes to signal obedience. Slave-submission mode. Her compliance warmed me; I slowly released.
"Beeeh…."
Her slick saliva mixed with mine, slightly melting the pink toothpaste. Loaded with pussy-wetting aphrodisiacs, yet she endured masterfully.
"Alright, owner—time to brush."
Standing still, tongue out, she blinked agreement again. First, I infused mana into the urethral brush. Whirr whirr. It vibrated, scraping her insides. I hugged her quivering back, pinning her to the wall. No escape. I pushed my tongue against hers, intertwining.
"Huuu…♡ Heaveb…♡ Breeeh…♡"
Our tongues lapped, spreading toothpaste. Slurp slurp. Lewd sounds filled the air as we tilted heads for perfect lip seal. No breath escaped as tongues ravaged mouths. Churp churp smurp mmm slurp chuup.
Lewd? That word fell short. This slave-owner tongue-brushing was indescribable—decadent perversion at its peak.
"Huum♡ Hup♡ Haup♡ Chuup♡ Chup♡ Jjup…♡"
Perverted, filthy, yet hot and beautiful. Tongues scraped gums, sucked, swapped saliva and breath. Mmm mmm slurp smack smack. Ears filled with wet sin. Pinned to the wall by her slave, Sylvia's face mixed humiliation and bliss, fueling my sadism. My rock-hard cock throbbed against her navel.
Whew. Her fault—time to make her take responsibility.
Continuing the tongue-brush, I thrust my scorching pillar against her lower belly. Twitch! Her submissive demeanor cracked at the hot cock contact—like a burn.
Acting all slutty, yet startled by dick? Her frail body's jump lit my sadism ablaze. Devotedly welcoming my tongue, cleaning her slave's mouth—Sex Queen award material. Enduring urethral brushing without cumming was impressive.
Submitting during service. Submitting while pleasuring her slave. My beautiful noble owner obeyed perfectly. Endless tongue-brushing kisses left us gasping. Like a rabbit gripped by a tiger's jaws, she gazed dreamily, endlessly offering sweet saliva and warm breath.
Stealing her breath and spit, I craved more torment. This is all her training me into a sadist—she deserves it. I pressed my cock against her womb through soft skin. Her squishy belly yielded, hips shuddering harder.
"Chumuum…♡ Jjup♡ Humup…♡ Huum…♡ Hup…♡"
Body crushed against the wall, mouth violated, whirr whirr urethral brush scraping, womb poked relentlessly—her end was inevitable.
"Huup…♡!! Kuup♡!! Muuum…♡♡"
Squiiirt—!!
Tears streamed as she squirted. Clogged urethra leaked pitiful jets. Full climax. Her pathetic quick-cum pussy holding out this long deserved praise.
Trembling post-orgasm, tears welled. Panting through the sealed kiss looked painful; I stroked her head. Instantly, her tear-streaked face curved into a smile. Overcoming ragged breaths, she redoubled slurp slurp slave-brushing efforts.
This is nobility, this is my owner.
As her slave, I ravaged her mouth aggressively.
"Huum♡!? Chup♡ Jjup♡ Jjop♡ Hauum♡"
Her tongue yielded instantly. Lowly triumph surged. Knowing she'd love it, I rubbed my naked body against hers shamelessly.
"Hmmuum…♡♡♡ Chuup♡ Jjup♡"
Splat—! Squirt— Squeee—!!
Ridiculous consecutive climaxes. Urethral brush leaked spurts; sealed pussy vented through the gap. We deep-kissed tongue-brushing till lips swelled. Mana bodies kept us fine.
"Meee…♡"
I'm the slave. Owner Sylvia could whimper mysteriously and slump exhausted—I had to serve at my pace. So I dunked her shuddering, climax-wracked form into the warm tub, then grabbed the remaining brushes for the empty holes.
"Heeek…!! Eek…! Khrrii…♡♡♡!"
Sobbing under my tormenting service, she dutifully stroked my cock.
"Ngh…"
Spurt spurt—!! Spluuurt—!!
Her foamy soft hands jacked me off to eruption as I scrubbed her holes clean.
"Hiiiing…♡! Eek, eek, hiiik♡♡!"
A tender master-slave wash. We'd win any loyalty contest. Urethra, pussy, ass ravaged by brushes—she came endlessly, but for noble Sylvia, this lewd torment was peak luxury.
"Heuk♡ Hek…♡ H-how much more do you gotta cum, you dumb dick…♡♡♡"
As owner, milking her slave's semen was just extension. Finally done, Sylvia was a mess—hardly cleaner than pre-bath. Cum-smeared hands, endlessly squirting thighs, tear-streaked face from orgasms. Dirtier, even.
But witches stay pristine. Her fluids were just clean moisture with a naughty scent.
Splash.
"Hiii…."
"Aigoo, can't get it together today either, huh, my owner."
Rinsing off foam, I carried limp Sylvia out. She went in for a wash and got wrecked—but baths are for naughty fun anyway, no issue.
Today's the last night; gotta hit D District… How long till she recovers? Extra rough wash left her sprawled starfish-style with a broken grin. Gathering her limbs, I worried idly.
She'll bounce back soon. Worst case, piggyback like yesterday.