Maid in Heaven Ch. 01

"G-Good?" Miari whimpered.

She snapped back to attention and forced herself to focus, finishing binding Galess's wrists together at last. She began to force Galess to her knees, but then, noticing the rather comfortable-looking pair of swan armchairs on display, decided to make use of what she had and led Galess over to sit in one. Galess was quite eager to oblige, and she giggled as Miari forced her to sit. "Ooh, yes," she purred, head bobbing dreamily. "The feather ring is, like... ooh..." She wriggled happily as Miari leaned down to start wrapping cord around her waist, the Ranger flushed-faced and trying desperately not to look at the jiggling tits at her eye level. "... it feels soooo nice, soooo good."

"Does it." Miari kept her voice curt and clipped, trying not to think about what Galess was saying. She just needed to keep Galess talking, she told herself. It didn't matter what about, as long as Galess was thinking about something other than realizing what Miari was doing, realizing that Miari had absolutely no intention of 'playing' with Galess at any point, realizing that she was being outsmarted by Miari, like the dumb bimbo she was, and that Miari was in no way under Galess's unsubtle, so-called 'influence'.

As long as Galess was thinking about something other than continuing to try to grind against Miari like a wanton slut.

"Yes!" Miari was caught off-guard by the sheer intensity of Galess's words, the worshipful way her mouth voiced the agreement, the brilliant, almost frightening happiness in those eyes as they shone into her. "The feather ring feelswonderful! Gosh, like..." She giggled, pushing out of the chair to take Miari's hand with both of hers, even as Miari moved to bind her back to the back of the chair. "Like, it's like... ittickles." Her eyes glimmered. Her breasts seem to swell as she arched her back subtly. "And... teases."

Miari could barely breathe for the lemon scent immersing her. She realized she was leaning in too far. Too far. Too close to those... those beautiful, bouncing, jiggling...

"It's gonna feel sooooo nice," Galess burbled brainlessly, giggling and bouncing in her seat with what little mobility Miari allowed her, "when those feathers are just tickling and teeeeasing and I'm just wriggling and giggling," she giggled again, "like a silly, needy slutty bubbly bim-bo!" Her lips popped at the last word, and her words gave way into ecstatic giggles.

"Um." Miari realized she wasn't getting enough air and quickly pulled back and took a deep breath in. Gods, maybe Galess was a little dangerous. She seemed so innocent, but those eyes... the way she was caressing Miari's hand with the tips of her fingers, even with her own hands bound, delicately tracing little tickling, soothing circles and spirals around Miari's palm... the way she seemed to be bouncing with an almost deliberate rhythm in her chair, now, the soft bounciness of the swan chair's cushions complimenting her motions further... "W-What, so, the ring is enchanted?"

It was worth asking. It was good to know. It was good to know this thing, Miari told herself firmly, and not something she 'wanted' to know, or 'longed' to know, or was 'thirsting to know because Galess made it sound so good, so wonderful, so sweet' and, um, well, yes. It was a useful bit of information. Obviously.

Annoyingly, Galess giggled, as if she didn't realize that it was clearly just intellectual curiosity that motivated the question. Miari scowled. "Like, duuuh!" Galess winked. "Mistress's feather rings are soooo much fun." Her eyelashes fluttered. "They'll, like... mmm..." She wriggled happily as Miari tightened the rope around Galess's slender, supple waist. "They have... soooo many feathers..." She wriggled her hips, beaming up at Miari, and the Ranger caught her breath as she realized how close they both were right now, how close Galess's plump, luscious lips were... "...and they'll tickle my cute bimbo c-cock, like... sooooo much..."

"W-What?" Miari stared, shocked, as Galess squirmed. Wriggled. It was like she was being stimulated just by the ropes. No, just by Miari's proximity. No, just bythinking about the... the 'feather ring'. "Tickle you?"

"Teeease you," Galess sighed, rocking slightly in her chair as her eyes shone like endless moons reflected in dark water. And pretty pink heart-shaped fish swam in those waters, swirling about, drawing Miari's attention. Drawing it deeper. Deeper. "Tickle you... aaall over that silly..." She bit her lip. Her cheeks were going bright red, but her eyes only shone brighter, more beautiful, the bimbo's gaze drawing Miari's like the moon pulled the tides.

"Needy."

Miari could barely breathe now. She stared helplessly, her grip on the ropes loosening slightly. Sinking into the sugary syrup words.

"Cuuuuute," Galess cooed.

"Bimbo."

"Cock."

Miari stared into Galess's endless pretty eyes, shocked. Stunned. Almost... hypnotized. The elfmaid's voice dripped with lust and seduction, and it was like every word, every syllable, every vowel and consonant was a dainty delicate finger stroking over her cute, needy, silly bimbo cock, stroking ever-so-delicately, ever-so-sweetly, so lovingly, so slowly, allowing her arousal to rise inside her and choke her words, drown out her thoughts, until she was just a silly, horny, cute, bubbly, obedient, pliant...

Miari was panting. Just a... oh, those eyes, so pretty, such pretty-pretty eyes, so spellbindingly lovely and intoxicating to gaze into as Galess's voice poured easy brainless seduction into...

Um. That was to say. She swallowed. It was like every word, um, stroked Galess's cock.

Not Miari's. Definitely not Miari's.

The Ranger blinked, and just that little effort took horrible exertion. She blinked across at Galess, who smiled so very sweetly at her, so innocently. Such a cute, silly bimbo.

Miari felt her heart beating a low, steady rhythm in her chest. She felt so confused. So disoriented. She felt like Galess was moving at twice her speed, or thinking at twice her speed—it wasn't hard, clearly, when she had no thoughts slowing her down, none of these exhausting cares or worries...

She felt so silly.

She struggled to push through the fog. This was... it was hard to think, when Galess was this close, still cooing about... "... and it feels so goooood," she was gushing, batting her eyelashes, the perfect picture of an irresistible coquette, "letting Mistress's magic teeeease you, I mean, like, me—" She giggled. "—like the silly slutty bimbo you are..."

It was so hard to think, but Miari had a faint sense, a certain awareness, that there was some problem here. It was hard to imagine what. Galess was so pretty, and it felt so easy and nice to just let her keep talking. Miari could finish tying her up later. Soon, even. Very soon. Just a few seconds more of this closeness, of Galess telling her how nice it felt... "... to be a cute needy bimbo, just the neediest, most helpless, like, totes obedient edgeslut Mistress could ever want you to be..."

... but she had this weird sense that this was bad. Dangerous, even, though she couldn't imagine how someone as cute and silly and sexy and curvy and pretty and sparkly and swirly and shiny and spirally and full of pretty pink hearts and so deep and glassy...

... as, um, Galess... could ever be a threat to someone as. As smart. As capable. As intelligent and clever and strong-willed and experienced as Miari. Miari bit her lip and nodded to herself. Surely she was in no danger.

But surely, then, she should be able to finish tying Galess up before trouble arrived.

She gulped.

Right. In just a second. Just a few more seconds.

Her head swam with pretty-pretty hearts as Galess giggled, and she felt a sudden urge to giggle, too. Galess gave her hand a squeeze, and she almost seemed to be reaching to take the rope away from Miari... or, um, Miari was almost starting to offer the rope, willingly, pliantly, docilely...

Her mind kicked into a burst of motion. Oh. Oh, shit, she was—she was being hypnotized! Her eyes widened, and in a feat of will that felt like dragging an anvil by her fingertips, she forced herself to tighten her grip on the rope, to pull away, trying to escape the pleasing cloud of sweet-smelling lemon.

And, she noticed faintly, apricot?

That was new.

She paused slightly, confused, blinking big, dizzy eyes down at the bubbly, babbling bimbo elf.

And then she felt a delicate, dainty fluffy touch graze the back of her neck, and she gave a reflexive squeak and twisted around as she bolted upright.

Miari found herself staring straight into a pair of brilliant blue eyes that swirled with pink hearts, like they were caught in twin windstorms.

This elfmaid was shorter than Galess, plumper and with a luscious, curvy frame strapped into an especially ill-fitting maid uniform that barely contained her bounteous bosom and generous hips. In contrast to Galess's platinum-blonde locks, her hair was a deep scarlet that matched her lips, done up in two elegant buns.

"Hiiii!~" the newcomer cooed, swinging her hips from side to side in her excitement and twirling a strange... plant between her fingers, similar to the sapphic blossoms growing outside, but larger and even more visibly full of nectar. And unlike those flowers, it blossomed from a long, creeping vine that stemmed from a handled plantpot that the maid carried at her side with the other hand. "What's your name, cutie?"

Miari stared. "M-Mi—"

"Mary!" squealed Galess, who leaned over to beam at the other maid despite being still half-tied to the chair. "Ooh, Elesma, she's, like, soooo cute, isn't she?"

Miari's cheeks heated up. Her voice was weaker than she meant it to be as she stammered, "M-My name's not—"

"Soooo cute," Elesma agreed, giggling as she spun around Miari. Miari twirled to keep up. The shortstack elf smiled up at Miari with an almost predatory gleam in those otherwise vapid blue rosy-swirling eyes. "Isn't she a doll!" She lowered the pot onto the floor, but still held the flower. With her newly free hand, she reached up to run a finger through Miari's ponytail. "Ooh, silky!"

"Is it?" Galess positively whined. "Ooh, I wish I could feel!"

Miari's cheeks grew hotter. "S-Stop—"

"This would look soooo cute in pigtails!" Elesma batted her eyelashes up at Miari. "Gosh, like, I totally wish I had strawberry blonde hair like yours!" She leaned in, and Miari could barely breathe for the overwhelming smell of apricots.

"I-I..." Miari bit her lip, looking shyly between the two bimbo maids, suddenly off-balance. Or maybe not so suddenly. She'd been feeling off-balance for a very, very long time, actually. She squirmed and took a stumbling step away, trying to hide the way her girlcock was beginning to poke at the constriction of her torturously tight leather trousers.

Elesma twisted around to Miari's other side, and Miari found herself being 'herded' right back towards Galess. "So pretty," she gushed, continuing to run her fingers through Miari's hair despite Miari's muffled protest. "Wow, like, you're totally gorgeous, aren't you, Mary?"

"I, um." Miari felt her cheeks flushing bright red. She wasn't used to compliments, and even though intellectually she knew this was a dangerous situation, it somehow simply didn't feel real. Not when Galess and Elesma were being so very sweet and bubbly. And Galess was half-tied up!

Elesma smirked as Miari stuttered, bending over to pick up Galess's feather duster. She spun back, twirling in her cute skirt, and blinked up at Miari with big, innocent eyes. "Ooh, what's this?" she cooed.

Miari felt her cheeks glowing like puddles of bubbling magma as she shook her head weakly, unable to form words.

"It's just my duster, silly!" Galess giggled. "But I was, like, telling her about Mistress's feather rings!"

"Ooh, really?" Elesma's eyes brightened. She reached up and, before Miari could react, tickled the feather duster right under Miari's nose.

Miari recoiled. "S-Stop, I—I—" She sneezed.

The two maids immediately dissolved into coos.

"Aww, her sneeze is solittle!" Elesma gushed.

"Like a kitty's!" Galess giggled.

"She'ssoooo cute!" Elesma exclaimed.

"Can we keep her?"

Miari shook her head weakly, overwhelmed by the praise and suggestions that seemed to be coming from all around her. She stared desperately at the floor, trying to ignore the way her cock was twitching—why was she enjoying being teased so much?—and frantically scrambled to find some dignity, or at least some words, before the bimbo maids noticed the way her cock was distinctly starting to tent her trousers.

"She's sooooo much fun," Elesma purred, and Miari felt her eyes unwillingly rise to meet the elfgirl's as the feathers tickled under her chin. She stared into Elesma's beautiful, heart-filled eyes, and swallowed a stone. "So pretty," Elesma went on, giggling, "and adorable."

"N-No," Miari squeaked, flushing and shaking her head. She wanted to look away again. But Elesma's eyes held her.

Elesma's eyes were so pretty. So shimmery. Shimmering with so many little pretty pink hearts. Miari bit her lip.

"That's right," she heard Elesma say sweetly. "Stare right into my eyes, sweetie. There's a good girl." At good girl, the feather duster tickled under Miari's side, and Miari bit back a tiny giggle and squirmed from the touch. "Isn't it fun to just do eeeeverything bimbos tell you to do like a cute. Little. Bimbo?" With every emphasized word, the feather duster struck, tickling her sides, her armpit, her neck, her arm. Each time, Miari reacted on instinct, acting with no wit or thought to simply try to cover the targeted body part—inevitably exposing other parts for easy tickling. Giggles slipped from her, soft and fizzy but increasingly unstoppable.

And while she struggled to avoid getting tickled, Elesma's eyes swirled with endless pretty pink hearts, and she couldn't seem to look away.

"Of course it is!" sang Galess, in spite of Miari's helpless shaking of her head. "And, like, I bet it'ssuuuper even more fun when she, like, stares right into your pretty eyes, Elesma!"

"Oh!" Elesma giggled and adjusted her hair, bouncing slightly in place. "Are they, like, pretty?" She fluttered her eyelashes—but never quite closed her eyes completely, never quite allowing Miari a reprieve from the pretty pink swirly hearts. "Are they, Mary?"

"I'm." Miari whined. "M-Miii..."

The two bimbos burst into giggles.

"That's right, cutie!" gushed Elesma, 'rewarding' Miari with more tickling along her neck and chin, eliciting more helpless giggles and wriggles. "You're you!"

"N-No..."

"I'm me, too!" Galess chimed in, and though Miari couldn't seem to tear herself away from Elesma's eyes, she could hear the smirk in Galess's voice.

"See?" Elesma beamed, rising on her tiptoes as the feather dusty tickled Miari's arm. "It's so easy to do what bimbos say, because we say the same things you do!"

"N-No," Miari protested, shaking her head.

"Ooh, just imagine how nice the feather ring feels, though," Galess cooed, even as Miari desperately—and ineffectually—fended off the tickling assault. Her giggles and squeals of fright quickly formed a soundtrack to Galess's bubbly description. "All those feathers... circling around your pretty cock... tickling and tickling so you're, like, constantly a needy mess!"

"Ooh." Elema gave a happy sigh, fluttering those pretty, thick lashes until Miari felt positively faint. "When they all start tickling at once, and it seems like the more you giggle and beg..."

"The faster they tickle and tease you?" Galess moaned softly, squirming in her bonds. "Ooh, and..."

"... when Mistress finally finds you," they panted together, as Miari backed away, head spinning, heart racing, fleeing the tickle-happy maid, "and it's time for your reward?"

Miari bit her lip as Elesma followed her, smiling a strange, knowing smile. The duster darted over Miari's head, and like a lamb fleeing the crook, Miari ducked her head down, stooped to avoid it, descended right into...

... right into the chair facing Galess.

Miari blinked. It took her a moment to realize what Elesma had just tricked her into doing.

Oh. How... how silly of her.

Cheeks burning, she tried to rise, only to find Elesma's hand on her shoulder. Her eyes widened, and she opened her mouth to protest—

And then Elesma was kissing her, and her whole world became sweet apricots and intoxicating touch. Her eyes briefly widened, and she caught a glimpse of the elfmaid's sly, triumphant expression.

Then Elesma's tongue slipped into her mouth, and Miari felt a moan slipping from her, and the moan went on as her eyelids fluttered shut and she briefly lost herself to Elesma's kiss.

Vaguely, she was conscious of straps clicking. But she couldn't think about that. The sensation of the kiss, Elesma's lips so plush and... and perfect, her tongue so dexterous as it toyed with Miari's, as Elesma wrapped an arm around Miari and pulled her closer, deeper into the kiss.

By the time Elesma pulled back, Miari had felt herself slipping and sinking deep, deep, deep indeed into the kiss. Her eyelids fluttered. Her world continued to sink and slosh.

Her cock was unbearably needy, and she bit her lip to hold in a whimper as she became conscious of this. Elesma beamed down at her. "See?" the maid cooed. "No more complaints! Feels good to do as bimbos say, doesn't it?"

"N-No," Miari whined. She couldn't think of strategy, couldn't think of whether or not it was a good idea to disagree with Elesma. She just needed to resist. Needed to say no. Needed to say no.

"She's sooooo good at doing everything bimbos say!" Galess cooed. The two of them giggled at her.

Miari shook her head weakly. "No!"

"Aww." Elesma pouted. "Does this pretty girl need another kiss to calm her down?"

"Oooh," Galess breathed, "I bet she does!"

Miari caught herself from objecting again. Barely. She just stared in helpless anticipation as Elesma came closer, beaming ear to ear, eyes so pretty and swirly, those luscious lips pouting indulgently and closing in for the kiss...

Miari's heart shot into an adrenaline rush at the last possible second, and she jerked to her feet with a squeak of alarm. She tried to leap from the chair—

—and stumbled as something binding one of her ankles drew taut, a leather strap she hadn't noticed attached to the chair—

—and then Elesma was trying to catch her, cooing soothing sympathy, and Miari was struggling, squirming, both mentally and physically trying to wrest herself free—

—until her knees struck the floor, and Miari found herself, panting, head spinning wildly, on her knees between the two chairs.

Her thoughts were a whirl. A swirl. Her head swam as she heard Elesma cooing over her. She was dimly conscious of the elfmaid stroking her hair, asking if she was okay, sympathetic over how clumsy Mary had been...

And in her dizzy daze, Miari realized her eyes were staring straight across from her. Galess sat there, still half-tied up, still squirming slightly in her restraints.

But, Miari realized, thoughts blurring as if through a haze of heat, there was something Miari could see from this angle that she couldn't before.

The maids' skirts were very short.

And Galess's adorable cock was twitching eagerly beneath it, right at eye level with the half-hypnotized Ranger.