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PART 1: DUSTING
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For today’s chores, Shannon would not be provided with any of the typical tools used for cleaning. Instead, you had ordered her to rely on the natural tools she’d been blessed with as a woman. These “gifts” of hers were currently on display, thanks to the unique servant’s uniform that you’d personally designed especially for the beautiful young maid.
Shannon’s first task of the day was dusting. You directed her towards an ornate vanity situated in the corner of your bedroom. The vintage piece of furniture was somewhat out of place in a bedroom belonging to a man, and rarely saw any use. As a result, a thin layer of dust had built up over time, coating the hardwood surface. Standing in front of the vanity, Shannon gingerly crouched down on the carpeted floor and got on her knees. Her figure was reflected in the large mirror.
Taking a deep breath, Shannon puffed out her chest while arching her back, struggling to bring her chest high enough to clear the tabletop. Her breasts trembled as she held her breath, rising bit by bit until they finally made it. With one last push Shannon lurched her torso forward, flopping the fatty sacks onto the flat surface and scattering a small cloud of dust with a -poof-. Shannon exhaled a long sigh as her chest miracles sank lazily into the desk. The pliable flesh resembled a massive pair of milk-filled water balloons perched there like that.
After a moments rest, Shannon regained her composure and set about doing the job she’d been given by her master. Squaring her shoulders, the began slowly swinging her upper body side-to-side, dragging her bust across the smooth surface in long sweeping motions. Her arms were clasped tightly behind her back as per your instructions. They would not be necessary after all, not with Shannon’s generous bust at work. The mere weight of the girl’s bosom provided more than enough force to brush away the dust caking the old furniture.
Her movements are all reflected in the vanity’s large polished mirror. With nowhere else to look, Shannon was forced to gaze at her own reflection in silence, embarrassed at her current appearance. But even still, she faithfully continued her duties, sliding her boobs back and forth
Soon the tabletop was all but clear of dust, with only a bit remaining around the outer edges. Others might have left it at that and called it a day, but it was Shannon’s nature to be thorough with her work. Dragging herself over to the far-right side of the table, Shannon carefully tried to balance one of her boobs on the edge in order to dust the corner. Her admirable efforts soon proved disastrous however, as the perilous breast wobbled uncontrollably before slipping over the side and plummeting downwards. Shannon couldn’t help but wince in pain at the current position she found herself in, with one jug still perched atop the vanity while the other swung pendulously below.
Even so, Shannon still did not disobey your orders, resolutely keeping her hands behind her back as her chest was twisted uncomfortably. Biting her lip, the admirable young maid tried rocking herself in a vain effort to build up enough momentum to swing her labored breast back to safety. Watching this pitiful display from afar, you decided to give the poor maid a break. You approached Shannon from behind and gently placed your left hand on her shoulder while your right one wrapped around her side and cupped the swaying mammary from below. You quietly whispered into her ear, chiding her for being so rough with her precious cleaning tools. You smoothly massaged Shannon’s boob as you spoke, explaining that the fleshy globe was a prized possession of yours, and that under no circumstances should it be damaged.
Shannon blushed and closed her eyes as you spoke, nodding her head in understanding at your words. Satisfied that she had taken your warning to heart, you carefully slid the pale orb back onto the vanity where it squished against its twin. Shannon exhaled a sigh of relief as the strain on her poor boob was alleviated. You offered to help her with finishing the edges, settling down onto your knees as you did so. Shannon faltered, opening her eyes as a distressed expression rose to her face.
“N-No, that’s alright. Having my master assist me in my duties would be a disgrace as furniture.”
But you would have none of that. You assured Shannon that you would not actually be performing any of the dusting yourself, saying that it was a master’s duty to ensure suitable working conditions for their servants. You positioned yourself behind her as you spoke, whispering your words into her ear while one of your arms circled around her waist to steady her. Shannon blushed at the sudden closeness, but knew it would be rude to protest any further. Nodding silently to show that she understood, she relaxed into your warm embrace and returned to her work.
You peered over Shannon’s shoulder to watch as she once again began rubbing her soft mounds along the edges of the tabletop. One of your arms was gently wrapped around the maid’s slim waist, its hand coming to rest on her hip. You brought your other hand up and held it beneath the edge of the surface. Every so often, the pale melons would wobble and lose its balance, teetering over the edge and causing the powdery flesh smacked lightly against the palm of your hand. Each time this happened you would give the soft mound a reassuring squeeze before plopping it back onto the desk. Finally, after several repetitions of this the desk was clean, and the two of you got to your feet as you prepared to move on to the next chore of the day.