Walking out of the kitchen, you find that there is even more work to be done. Ignoring your exposed breasts you start dusting the low places first with your ass duster, stifling some lusty moans. The duster is just perfectly aligned with your prostate so that even the slightest touch is orgasmic.
Enjoying yourself you realize that you have forgotten almost everything about your old life. You remember at one point you were a guy... wait, were you? If you were then why would you be called Tits? You must be misremmebering, you have always been a maid for mistress.
You stop thinking so hard and make your way upstairs to another bedroom. This one is very bare, save a small bed and dresser.
Suddenly mistress appears behind you. You turn to her and attempt a curtsey. "Greetings mistress!" She turns to you and smiles softly with a warmth that makes you happy. "Why hello Tits, I see you found your quarters." You look around more and suddenly remember, of course this room is yours. "Yes mistress, silly me!"
Mistress walks around the room showing you some of the modified things for your strange anatomy. "You know you don't need a bathroom, Tits. Your body converts everything into milk, that's why you have always had that duster in there." This makes sense, of course it does, you've always had a duster in your ass since you came to work for mistress. "You do still have your cute pussy and balls though, just for pleasure." Your pussy twitches a bit at mistress' mention. "Well, I suppose you should get back to work. Only an hour more and meet me in my chamber. Understood?" You nod and give an affirmative "Yes mistress!" Mistress gives you a sharp spank as she leaves the room, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body.
You would head downstairs and for the next hour continue dusting everything on the floor, working yourself up getting wetter and wetter but not quite reaching orgasm. Something would prevent you from orgasming despite your best efforts. Finally you found mistress' chamber and entered in.