My Daily Life with my Dark Elf Mistress.
The morning in my Mistress' house warms my body as I stir, and gently leave the bed which I share with a slave woman, who sleeps like me. Alicia is naked like me, with only a collar on her neck as a sign. She stirs as well, but keeps sleeping quietly. Since she is a human woman, my mistress goes softer on her, as they do most of the other duties. Even so, I kiss her soft, ruddy cheek and squeeze one of her breasts in affection, to which she responds with a smile and closed eyes.
Plowing her plush body had worn me out after working all day, and I am forbidden to refuse sex to women in the monstergirl empire, human, or monster. We had cuddled and had gentle sex with my human bedmate, since as slaves, we share the same room and bed, our cell bars automatically locked during the night in the basement. Mistress Pra'da, the dark elf fashionista had a large mansion with many empty cells in the basement, having made clear that she would buy and capture more humans to serve her in time.
As the day dawns, the cells are unlocked, so I pushed the bars to go tend to my mistress upstairs. She has cells for every sort of captive.
Some are quite small, some just tiny cages with neck holes to feed the prisoners, and a few coffins with dildoes fixed around the crotch part for a potential vampire girl.
I keep going, my erection growing in the anticipation of what the dark elf thinks. Some cells have milking stalls and fluffy hay beds reserved for Holstauri, cow girls bred for milk. I do not doubt she'll buy or simply kidnap a few from the streets. Poor things are naive and kind.
One cell is a pressurized tank for slime...or mermaids.
After all, what self-respecting dark elf doesn't have a bondage dungeon to tame angry female human warriors? I shuddered at the whipping post with steel cuffs at the entrance, and many empty wooden poles, and restraint holes in with ropes and wicked looking restraints and wanted signs with pictures of human women in armor, and a small tattoo desk for marking new slaves as property, complete with a permanent branding set with delicate letters.
Naked, I stretch my limbs, and gently enter my mistress' room and observe her. A decadent, silken bed and lewd toys, books and tools spread everywhere, a lewd, sleeping dark elf squirms in her silken blankets and purrs with joy, munching on, very likely, potatoes in her dreams.
She is not much taller than me, though she dresses like it. One could confuse her as a 20-something bratty girl with dark skin, except that her facial features are more pointy, with delicate, beautiful feet, a bubble butt and breasts with constantly erect nipples. She let her hair grow in a wild fashion, shaving one side and growing a long braid from the other.
Her face has a big smile plastered over it, and she stirs when I touch her pretty feet, eyes opening lazily.
I'm Anon, and I am doing my daily duties, which starts gently waking my mistress with soft kisses along her pretty feet, her ankles, legs, and then upwards, to her mound of Venus, which has a sweet smelling, pink slit topped with tuft of white hair on a dark-brown body that is beautiful beyond compare to a human.
She lazily opens her eyes with a bright smile, caressing my hair which was let out after I was an adventurer.
"Good morning, boy..." She purrs, lips of dark purple revealing ivory white teeth as she presses my lips on her slit and prompts me to lick, clasping her thighs around my neck: I may only be released when she likes me. My erection is painfully hard, as I am not given clothes to sleep in, cuddling with her other human slave, Alicia, an older woman in her collar, who warms my body and occasionally cuddles like a big sister, except when she rides me at night when bored or horny, crushing my pelvis under her strong, toned body from her time as a paladin. Her body is harder than Pra'da's own, with a larger ass that is harder to squeeze.
Today, I service Pra'da to wake her up and give her a morning shot.
Of essence.
I am a monster girl's plaything, caught and given to a dark elf for a price.
Pra'da, my mistress and owner, is a dark elf. She is the most flamboyant chocolate-skinned Dark Elf you'll see, and a complete monster girl in every way. I feed her my essence, day by day, as she uses me little more than a toy or a furniture, a servant when she wishes it to be.
My duties are to rouse her to wakefulness, and with my painful erection, give her her morning sex. I keep licking and kissing her pussy as I hear moans above me, indicating she enjoys it deeply. She caresses my head and lifts one of my arms, kissing my palm as I perform cunnilingus on her.
My tongue separates her pink slit, and I taste her warm, wet pussy which tastes like peach, with just a tang of saltiness. A kiss on her pink pleasure buzzer makes her gasp and shudder, her head looking down with a big grin.
"My my, Anon. You are learning quite well..." She gasps, smiling at me with loving eyes. "I knew I picked a bargain at the Slaver's guild..."
"I..." I mumbled when she pushed my mouth to her pussy to silence.
"Ssh..." She snaps her fingers, indicating she needs me to please her rather than talk.
Pra'da is a dark elf, she loves humans in her own way, but we are just playthings to her. Slaves to till their fields, nannies to their elfling babies, assistants to their libraries, assistants to their craftswomen, and their porters, cleaners...
Sex slaves too, concubines for dark elf girls who fancy women. But not equals. At least for now, until times change.
I shut up and please her, licking her to arousal until she starts gasping for air, and with a harsh pull, I am pulled for a kiss, her blushing face filling my eyes.
Dark Elves kiss their slaves rarely on their lips as a sign of affection, much less in public. But Pra'da does, sometimes even when asked. She treats us well, with good food and love. Of course, We sometimes earn smacks and spankings for mistakes. It was our fault, I dropped a plate once and was strung on her rack, my soles beaten twenty times as I whimpered.
Alicia was also paddled when she was late yesterday. Pra'da had brusquely tied her hands and produced a wooden paddle, striking her white buttocks rapidly, ten times.
In public, as Alicia whimpered, her white ass reddening with each blow, her pussy dripping from shame and arousal.
She had ignored one call to run to her side, and was punished for it.
Alicia was more embarrassed than hurt, and had bit her lips, and scampered home to clean the house, running nude with her breasts dangling as passersby giggled.
So back to our morning exercise.
We are busy kissing with loud smacks and making out as she adjusts her hips with mine, so I can enter her beautiful womanhood.
I give my hips a gentle thrust, and my penis feels her warm interior, her velvety canal covering my manhood. Her eyes close, gasping loudly every time my thrust is buried to the hilt.
I must be careful. Very careful not to hurt her, or I learn slaps, bites, scratches. Even if I don't, I still earn them anyway. She becomes a real viper when I go fast and fuck her to orgasm, kissing and biting my ears, cheeks, neck and scratching my back.
I kiss her and thrust faster, earning a small scratch on my shoulderblades, and a slap on my waist.
"Oh Gods! Keep going!" She mewls as I start thrusting, bouncing on top of her as the bed gives quiet creaks, her plush body buried in the sheets. Her body is lovely to hold, one of my (relatively) experienced early feminine bodies in the sheets. Soft, warm, curvy yet amazingly limber, she gladly spreads her legs before me and helps me put her thighs on my chest, her legs dangling at my shoulders.
I keep plowing, my food imbued with drugs to give me good orgasm control and virility. Dark Elves are no slouches in alchemy. Her ass in the air means better positions to fuck, and I keep my mechanical thrusts to please her.
