Jelly's Maid
For the past few months, I’ve been living with Jelly as her servant. It started with a twitter post that led to some back-and-forth messaging and eventually with me moving into one of the many empty bedrooms in her house. For a while, it was quite uneventful; I would never see her outside of her room other than to make curt requests for dinner and miscellaneous chores. However, I never could get rid of the feeling that she was always watching. At first, I didn’t have proof, but over time I would catch her quickly ducking behind corners and snaping doors shut the second I turn around. I was lucky if I could spot the rush of her bright blue hair in the process.
One time she was rather careless and dropped her notepad in her escape. In the time it took me to walk over and reach down to pick it up, she noticed her mistake and quickly ran back to snatch it from me. I only got a glance at the page she had it open to, but it didn’t look like much other than a few outfit sketches. I had to sit down and process what happened in this developing mystery.
I got my answer a week later when there was a knock on the door. “Can you get that?” Jelly called from upstairs. When I opened the door, there was a large rectangular cardboard box waiting on the stoop but no mailman or even a car in sight. It didn’t even have a proper shipping label, just a small tag that said, “to Jelly and her starknight, from Shiina.”
Confused, I called back into the house, “Hey Jelly, were you expecting a package from Shiina?” There was a moment of silence before she answered. “Oh, that’s for you! Open it! Open it!” she chanted, running down the stairs with excitement.
I brought it inside and set it down on the kitchen table. For its size, it was quite light when I picked it up. There also wasn’t anything rattling or moving inside. When I went to grab a pair of scissors to open it, Jelly was quick to warn me, saying “hey, be carful with those! I don’t want you cutting up what’s inside!”
I cautiously worked my way around the tape before opening the box up to find my gift: women’s clothing? Inside were three intricately made dresses for a variety of settings. There was a light blue maid’s dress, a sleek red China dress, and a flowy white sundress.
Jelly was quick to read my confused look, “they’re for you, starknight! I got Shiina to make a bunch of dresses for you to look cute in while you’re working around the house!” I tried to make an answer, but I just stammered out noises, not knowing what, if anything, to say.
“But I’m a guy, I shouldn’t be wearing stuff like this,” I eventually said. It wasn’t enough to stop her from pestering me.
“Aww, c’mon starknight, just try them on once! You don’t have to do anything, just try them on for me,” she bleated, tugging on my arm. “Won’t you do it for me? Please, starknight?” I should’ve said no but I couldn’t, not with her begging me like that. She was practically crying looking up at me. I couldn’t say no to the saddest, prettiest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. I almost got lost watching the stars twinkle in them. After an eternity’s long staring contest, I finally submitted, taking the box with me to my room.
Setting the box on my bed, I was still contemplating whether this was worth it, but I could still hear her kettle-like squealing from the other room. After a deep breath, I started to pull the maid dress out of the box. As I lifted it up, a small purple envelope slipped out and fell onto the floor. In ornate handwriting was a letter from Shiina.
“Dear starknight,
Jelly has been begging me for WEEKS to sew these dresses for her. She sent me an entire books worth of sketches on what to make but I ended up on these three. From what she says, I think you two will enjoy these the most. Be good for her, starknight! She cares a lot about you going through the work for this, so act like it!
Love, your seamstress Shiina <3
PS don’t worry about it not fitting. My work always fits!”
I slowly slipped the dress on and the accessories that came along with it. It was actually quite a nice dress; it was a pastel blue dress with a frilly layered thigh length skirt and a fluffy white apron on top. The stitching had an intricate star motif that was consistent around the whole dress. The box even had a pair of white tights and a blue hair bow to go along with it.
Once everything was in order, I went to show Jelly, who was waiting patiently outside my door the entire time. As soon as she saw my new outfit, she began shrieking in excitement. “Oh my gosh, its perfect on you! I knew you would make a perfect femboy!” she cried, hugging me. I could feel my face turn a dark red from all the praise and attention she was giving me.
A glance in the mirror showed that Shiina’s words were true: the dress fit me perfectly. It was kind of scary how good the dress was -the way that the skirt accented my body, how the blue brought out the color in my eyes- these dresses were designed specifically for me by someone with an eye for detail.
As if she could tell what I was thinking, Jelly interrupted her gushing to say, “I had these dresses specifically designed for you! Shiina did such a good job following my suggestions!” She took a step back to take a better look. After a minute of thought, she decided, “Actually, I think it’s missing something,” before running upstairs.
When she came back, she peeked her head around the corner, obscuring the rest of her body. “Okay, so this is a surprise. I need you to go sit in your chair and close your eyes, got it?” I should’ve known better than to follow her commands, but I had humored her enough so far, so why not keep it going. I went to the chair at my desk, sat down, and held my hands over my eyes just as she asked. “Okay, I’m ready,” I said.
I could hear the excitement in her footsteps as she rushed over to my chair. Her breath was warm on the back of my neck as I felt her reach around me and pull something tight around my neck. Before I could react, she was already pulling my wrists down and tying them to the back of the chair.
“Huh? What are you doing?” I stammered nervously. When I tried to stand up, she was quick to push me back down onto the chair. “don’t worry about it, man,” she said as she started dragging my chair across the room. When she had me in place, I was facing a full-length mirror, only the reflection had a bright red collar around his neck.
“Do you like your new collar?” Jelly asked. “It’s a reminder and a sign that you’re mine now, okay?” She pulled on the back of it to straighten up my posture. “The tag here says that you’re my precious little starknight,” her tone turned sour as she added, “but I’m not sure if you’ve earned that rank yet.” She slowly walked around in front of me and straddled her small frame onto my lap.
With arms wrapped behind my head, she leaned in for a kiss. It was a short but passionate introduction. Her lips were warm and soft on mine. She came back once again, this time hungrier for more. These feelings progressed and grew stronger until we were a single mess of passion.
In that moment, with Jelly’s hands tangled in my hair, her tongue wrapped around mine, I didn’t mind being tied up by her. I didn’t mind being dressed up and treated like a sissy by her. All I could think about was Jelly, and how much I loved being hers. She had an addictive effect on me. Enough so that when she pulled her head back to stop, I instinctively leaned forward to follow her just for her to softly yank my collar back with a giggle. She stood back, admiring the pathetic mess of a maid she created.
In my dazed state, she was able to take even more of an advantage over me. I didn’t fight back as she pulled my tights down to my ankles and tied them to the chair legs. “Aww, you even wore the panties she made! How cute!” she said in a sing-song voice. With nothing else in her way, she flipped over my skirt, unveiling my cock, already erect and waiting.
“Wow, starknight! I would’ve done this sooner if I knew you were holding out this much on me,” she said teasingly. Her mannerisms matched her tone as she started to toy with it, gently smearing the precum around the head with her thumb. Pleased with her warmup, she stood up to get into a better position. She walked around to stand behind me, one hand on my shoulder, the other reaching down to continue jerking me off. Her shoulder was lightly pressed against the back of my head, forcing it to stay upright and facing the mirror where our reflections stared back at us.
She had a greedy look in her eyes as she started whispering in my ear. “That’s it, starknight, get closer for me.” As she pumped harder, I saw her take her free hand off my shoulder and reach into her pants. Her breath grew heavy in my ear, and her face started to turn the same red as mine, but she was more composed than me, continuing to tease me in my ear.
“c’mon, man, you’re almost there,” she moaned. “I’ll even count you down. Ready?” Her countdown was painfully slow but the feeling of knowing that the end was in sight kept me on the edge. I teetered on the brim as she made her way down from three…
Then two…
And finally…
“One!”
As the word left her mouth, her arm froze in place, motionless. My cock strained in her grip as ropes of cum dribbled down onto her manicured fingers, void of all its pleasure. My brain was too fried to know what happened. I looked up to the mirror for an answer, but our faces told two starkly different stories; mine of exhaustion and desperation but hers was sadistic and prideful. This was another demonstration from her that I was nothing more than a toy, a pet for her to play with.
She let out a squeal of laughter, “jeez, man, you really thought I was going to let you finish on the first try? Like I said, you gotta earn it.” She started to lick her fingers, sucking each one clean. “But that’s okay, there’ll be plenty of time for that.” She gave me a peck on the cheek before walking off “In the meantime, I’ll let you clean yourself up…”
“Oh, by the way, that dress is gonna be your new uniform, so I better see you wearing it when you’re cooking dinner, tonight.” I watched breathlessly as she gave a cute wink and left the room.