It's a Mad House! [Ceal]

Mirja was hanging around Arianda's Parisian house, wearing a cute maid uniform that had just been made for her. It was flattering, with some bit of latex in just the right place to remind her who it was had made this uniform. She even had a duster, as if Arianda expected Mirja to do any work around the house. Funny girl. Still, she did need to do something, since she was kind of bored with the Cat away. Mice could play, but she needed someone to play with. Stroking her collar absently, she thought for several moments, until her mind honed in on a perfect idea.

Ceal was around the mansion. And Mirja had yet to properly interact with that girl since getting involved with Arianda, so there was much need to know how that girl ticked. If Mirja could understand her desires and such, the Maid could cater to them on playful occasion. So, flicking her long pink hair over her shoulder - Mirja loved her hair, it so so much a part of her she couldn't think of what she would do if she ever lost it - she walked off to go find Ceal. Latex gloves that went with the outfit covered her hands, and clutched the duster as she walked. It was like an unspoken agreement to not use Beowulf while in the Mansion. And she was fine with that.

Ceal flushed a bit when Mirja's face got close to her. Ceal leaned back a bit, somehow intimidated despite the fact she was in such attire. Ceal pursed her lips and tried to keep her seriously defiant face on. If anyone paid attention they could clearly see she was forcing it, and that she was actually quite anxious. Ceal gnawed on her lower lip, too focused in on her self that she was unaware of when Mirja moved in even closer and kissed her, rather passionately on the lips. Ceal made out a moan of protest, feeling several waves of pleasure surge through her body like it was the end of the world. So depraved she was, so needy Ceal was to desire such lewd things all the time. They just couldn't get out of her head anymore!

However, her train of thought was cut short when Mirja simply lifted the heavy bed, and forced Ceal to fly off of it. With a squeak of denial, Ceal went down, bracing herself for hard floor.

Only there wasn't hard floor. Only an 'oof' sound, and a nice, cool and breathing pillow....

Wait... breathing...

Ceal looked down, and much to her shock, she had landed on Arianda, her mistress! Oh no! She was under my bed? WHY was she UNDER my BED? Was she waiting for me to be naughty so she could punish me? Omg that's so hot! Definitely stalker-ish, but hot still! Annnnnyway! This day just keeps getting weirder and wierder!... Oh well! Let's just go with it~

She was just about to say hi to her lovely master right when she grabbed her and held her close, forcing silence upon her. She thought the snuggling was nice, but she also didn't realize Arianda had raised her hand, bringing it down upon Ceal's rear with a sharp smack. With nothing really between her hand and Ceal's tender bum, the sound resounded loudly off the walls, and her cheeks could be seen visibly rippling for that split second like firm gelatin. Ceal yelped out, her cries a very heavy mixture of surprise and awkward arousal. By this point, Arianda had been spanking Ceal quite a lot. After almost every session, Ceal was in some way sexually tortured usually, so it somehow conditioned her body to prepare for that, making her feel so weird in far too many places while Arianda repeated the motion several times.

Ceal was left panting, gripping onto Arianda like a cute kitten as she whispered into Ceal's ear the reason why she was rapping her rear. She replied with a simple 'I'm sorry', it coming out a bit airy as she was already melting away. Heh, too easy.

After she was done, Arianda had picked Ceal up, and moved her off to the side, still carrying her, while Mirja had room to put the bed back in it's rightful resting place. Ceal flailed at first, not really used to be being carried but instead felt herself resting a bit. She was definitely still sleepy and Arianda's arms were both warm and steady. Her blush faded a bit, lightening into a salmon pink while she curled up in her arms cringing up against her breast area. ...... mmm....Ehhh.... She...

She needs boobs... zzz