A normal night for The Baroness, Melody and Lauren. Her two loyal handmaidens and lovers. Not all who serve her do so on equal footing, these two beauties are her most loyal, favored and loved of all.
Melody carefully waved the brush across the pristine nails of the hand she very carefully held in her own palm, being absolutely precise in the application of the nail polish. It was important and thankfully it was something she had done countless times before for the woman she served. She didn’t do it so carefully for fear of punishment though, she did it carefully because she wanted her mistress to receive her perfect attention as she truly believed she deserved it.
“Ugh. That I should have to make an appearance at this damnable noble party and not even be able to bring my girls. It’s going to be dreadfully boring.” Penelope rolled her eyes, looking at herself in the mirror. Admiring her radiant beauty so very vainly and full of vanity for herself. She looked incredible and she knew it. Her eyes darted over to the reflection of Melody. “And what will you two be doing while I’m gone, hm?”
“Waiting for you to get back, mistress.” Melody replies with a kindly yet very sincere smile. Indeed they would be waiting, for without her both her handmaidens felt entirely useless. They were at her side at almost all times, ever ready to serve her with unwavering doting loyalty. Not just as handmaidens, but as her two personal lovers. They were no common rabble slaves that slept in cells in the dungeons like many others. No, they were elevated above them and in direct service within the inner circle of The Baroness herself. None were closer to her than them.
Penelope smiled at her, briefly turning the hand she was having the nails painted of over to give Melody a stroke under her chin. “Good girl. Ensure the two of you are ready for my return, I will not be spending any longer among those suited apes in Stormwind than I need to.” she announces, turning her hand over again to let Melody continue her task.
“Yes Mistress!” Melody said.
“Myeff Miffstreff!” Another voice said, lower down and muffled between the legs of the Baroness.
Lauren, her other handmaiden, had originally been helping Penelope pick some shoes to go with her outfit. That was until The Baroness had gripped the ponytail of her silver-white hair, pushed her fancy noble dress aside at the front and guided the girl’s face directly between her thighs.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full, Lauren.” Penelope said with a tug of her hair. For several minutes Penelope had been pressing her womanhood to those plush lips of her handmaiden, even hungrily gyrating her hips in a downward manner to push Lauren’s tongue deeper between her moistened lips. The handmaiden may have controlled her own tongue, but the mistress’ hand was leveraging that ponytail like a handlebar, guiding and dragging her head to where she wanted it to be.
“Mistress, won’t you be late to the event? We wouldn’t want you to be late because of us.” Melody asks as she works her way down the nail of another finger with the little brush.
“Mhm, that’s my plan. Never arrive early to an event, Melody-dear. All the real guests show up when they please. Besides, the later I show up the less time I have to spend there.” She says with a sideways look down at Melody with a wink and a smile.
Melody blushes a little from the wink and the sage advice from a woman who simply oozed an aura of cool and confidence. She didn’t know how she did it, the raven haired handmaiden would spend hours fussing about something she had to attend, unable to relax even the night before. That was just how her mind worked, she guessed.
More time passed and at last her nails were done, expertly so. Penelope inspects them over with a firm nod of approval before turning to her handmaidens who stood at attention behind her. Melody was eager to see what she thought, before a beaming smile filled her dark lips at the approving nod. Lauren meanwhile, had an aching jaw and exhausted tongue from the lengthy period of eating her mistress’s pussy. She’d not had a moment to clean up either, judging by the moistness on her nose, lips and chin from the deed. She looked happy though.
“Right darlings, I’m off to this bloody event. You two relax and enjoy yourselves. Come, give mistress a kiss now.” she says with a parting tone in her voice.
Melody and Lauren scamper over to the tall goddess of a woman, each one taking their turn to kiss their shared lover’s lips. They had the night off from their duties, yet both would be eagerly awaiting The Baroness’ return all the same.