As soon as Freya exited the bedroom and saw the trail of little piles of slush she had left behind.. she knew she had to clean it up. She kneeled down on the tile floor and tried to scoop it up into her hand, but even though she got the icey part, there was just no way to get it all. And she was realizing, she needed to get it all. That's why Benjamin was able to exert any control at all. And not just get it all.. get it all inside of her.
Realizing that she had basically just gotten done squeegeeing the floor with her feet just an hour ago, made it easier to come to the conclusion at the best way to do that. So leaning down she put her face in the puddle and licked the floor clean. Yes... she felt stronger already. And, she realized, sitting back up straight, she had an erection.
"Benjamin.. you dirty dog." She tsked. Though it did feel nice... she slid her hand down the french maid costume's skirt and pushed his penis back inside her, then his balls too. Slowly migrating them up her belly until she felt them *pop* into place. She could feel his horror that this could happen, and took pleasure from it. She wiggled back and forth to the next puddle, and repeated licking the floor clean. Every lick she took, made Benjamin surrender a bit more. Pretty soon she was playing with her tits as she did it, just to enjoy Benjamin's humiliation a little bit more.
The further she got from the room, the farther apart her slush piles were. Pretty soon she was walking down a hallway to get to the next one. She knelt to the floor as she had on all the ones before, squeezing her tits and fingering her slowly growing pussy. But this time, when she looked up, there was one of the servant staff, standing at the end of the hall. Staring at her. Meeting eye to eye, Freya slowly rose... walked towards him.. and then kneeled down at the next puddle. Not using her hands, she carefully scooped the dirty slush into her mouth with her tounge, then made eye contact again with the stranger, and slowly, deliberately, licked the floor clean.
As she crawled over to the next one, she felt her pussy clenching and her heart racing, she realized she was getting off on this. Benjamin's humiliation was contagious, she thought to herself, and felt her heart race as Benjamin silently agreed.
She got up and walked over to what looked like the last puddle, she she realized she was wrong. There was one more puddle.. and he was standing it. She almost couldn't think as she squatted down to clean this mess. When it was all gone, she stood up, walked over, directly in front of the servant, Staring him in the eyes.
He was wearing a dress uniform, almost a suit itself, with grey-blue pants, a navy jacket, and ruffled white dress shirt. She could see her lips shine in his belt buckle as she lowered herself to her knees. She huffed, eye level with his crotch, her breath moistening, and bent over to lick her mess from his shoe.. but as she did so, he moved it. Rolling her eyes up to meet his, he stared down at her impassively. Realizing what she wanted, she knelt down again, this time lying the side of her head on the ground.
The servant responded by putting his dress shoe on her head and stepping down. Freya's tounge lolled as she felt the hard heel pressing into her temple. Then, when he was satisfied, he let up the pressure, allowing her to tilt her head just enough to lick the bottom of his shoe. She did it slowly, deliberately, noting as she did that he started loosening his belt. When she was finished, she tried to sit up, only for him to step on her head again and push her to the ground.
Freya was panting now, her breast heaving with each breath, as the servant removed his belt and looped it around his hand. As she quivered in anticipation, he whipped her butt cheeks, first one, then the other, until shaking, she lifted her arse in response, at which point he began whipping his belt across both cheecks.
Finally satisfied, the boy let his foot off her head, and she slowly sat up, gingerly trying to avoid letting her but touch the floor. But as soon as she had gotten to her knees, he grabbed her neck in his hand and looped the belt around her neck, holding it tight like a leash, and pulling her face next to her crotch. She shook, her body burning for breath, and each gasp she did take smelling like come.
Finally, he turned, and forcing her to walk on her hands and knees, with her head against his thigh, he lead her into the janitorial closet at the end of the hall.