The evening was winding down at the elegant country manor, and Sarah, the young maid, was struggling to keep up with the pace. The guests had long since departed, leaving behind a trail of cigars and empty wine glasses. Sarah's mistress, a stately woman in her mid-fifties, dismissed the other servants for the night, leaving her alone to tidy up.
"You seem to be moving a bit slow tonight, Sarah," her mistress observed, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Why don't you crawl after me and show me how well you can clean?"
Sarah bit her lip, knowing better than to disobey her mistress's command. She dropped to her knees and began crawling after her, feeling the cool marble floor against her knees and palms. The gentle swish of her skirt against her bottom was both humiliating and arousing.
Her mistress chuckled, watching Sarah's progress. "That's it, Sarah," she said, her tone both playful and commanding. "Crawl after me like the little servant girl you are."
As Sarah crawled behind her mistress, she could feel the warmth between her legs growing. She had always been aroused by the power dynamics in their relationship, but the wine had loosened her inhibitions. Never before had she been so bold as to wiggle her ass for her mistress's amusement.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she followed her mistress through the dimly lit halls, her gaze fixed on the swaying hem of her mistress's dress. She couldn't help but imagine what would happen if she were to reach up and touch herself, to relieve the ache that was building inside her.
Finally, they arrived at the grand staircase. "Up we go, Sarah," her mistress commanded, climbing the first few steps.
Sarah crawled after her, her heart beating faster with each step. As she reached the top, she looked up at her mistress, feeling both terrified and exhilarated.
"Now, Sarah," her mistress said, her voice low and seductive, "Show me how well you can wiggle that pretty little ass of yours."
And so, with trembling hands, Sarah began to wiggle her ass, her cheeks quivering with each thrust of her hips. She could feel the heat of her arousal spreading between her legs, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan.
Her mistress watched, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "That's it, Sarah," she purred. "You're such a naughty girl, but I love every bit of it."
As Sarah continued to crawl and wiggle, she couldn't help but imagine the punishment that would surely come tomorrow. But for now, she was content to bask in the warmth of her mistress's approval, even if it meant crawling after her on all fours.
