Māyā - Chapter 4: His Perfect Slave

After a steamy hot sex he generally dozed off. But not her. She just laid there in his arms caressing his bare chest. Watching him sleep was one of her favourite things after a hard day and rough night. A train of thought went through her head. It was about the conversation they had after the raw explosive sex they had and minutes before he went to sleep. He said, "Thanks for this wonderful night. You are my perfect girl". She wasn't satisfied with this compliment. She asked in disappointment "Really? Is that what I am? Oh, my god!". 

"Why? What happened, my love?" He asked.

"Your compliment had something missing". She said.

He thought for some time and finally understood what she was expecting. 

"Ok got it sorry dear, you are my perfect slave". That was what she expected. And he slept off shortly after that leaving her in a limbo. She started asking herself 

"Or, am I?" She felt like her life was changing. 

"Why didn't he compliment me as a perfect slave for the first time?", "Did he forget how much it means to me being complimented as a perfect slave?", "Did I do something that displeased him tonight?", "No, in that case he would have told me and punished me". An unending chain of thoughts brought her back to her original question which she asked herself at the beginning. "Am I failing at being his perfect slave". 

This feeling troubled her for quite sometime now. And it only grew stronger the more she pretended to negate its existence. She knew her work was taking a toll on her. It was her decision to quit working when they both came together. It was her decision to start working again after some years. He always respected her decision even though he personally didn't think she needed to work. And now that decision had landed her to this sleepless night where she found herself staring at the void. It wasn't like this when she took a break from work. She couldn't stop herself from digging those old nostalgia as her insomnia wasn't helping her much.

It was a life of simplicity. She liked it in many ways compared to what she has now. She was a stay-at-home typical wife who managed home and welcomed him with a smile on her face when he came home and much more than that. One particular day was of fondness to her because it was a perfect one. She had finished her lunch and chores and was relaxing in front of tv. She went over the plan she had for him tonight mentally. She decided it was time to show him that she can be creative too. She had a house maid role play planned out for him tonight. It was a surprise. She had ordered a sexy french maid outfit which had arrived that day. She went to her room to try it out. She opened the package. 

It was a black sheer short costume. She wore it and saw herself in the mirror. It included a black latex bra which hugged her shapely firm breasts. Her nipples poked on to the fabric giving a clear impression. Panty was a latex fabric with laces on either side. It was so narrow that it barely covered her slit and showed her ample fleshy curvy ass and a juicy cameltoe. And on top of it, there was this short semi-transparent dress which, kind of hung like a skirt and stood just below her ass giving a glimpse whenever she bent even a little. It was stunning. Her curvy well maintained body turned heads wherever she walked in. She had kept herself active throughout the day which resulted in a sexy body she had.

She wanted to make this night an unforgettable one for him. She made sure there wasn't a spot of hair on her where he didn't like it. She waxed her pussy butter smooth just like how he wants it. She had taken care and waxed her legs clean. She wanted only her flawless skin to be felt when he traces her curves tonight with his fingers. She also had ordered a pair of black high heel shoes. It fit her perfectly. 

It was evening. She prepared the dinner and kept everything ready. She then went to her room and changed into her costume. She saw his car coming through the driveway. He rang the bell. She was trembling with excitement. She was going to give one hell of excitement to her master. She opened the door. 

There she stood in that black sheer french maid costume. Her head bent down with shyness. Her rack was perfectly held by the bra showing ample juicy cleavage. She felt very proud while showing him her beautiful bosom. The high heels she wore made sure that her ass was curved the right amount to make her feel slutty. His jaw dropped. He wasn't prepared for what he just saw. And for sure he wasn't prepared for what was going to happen. She greeted him with a smile.

"Good evening Sir. Let me please take your bag". 

Costumes were not the only thing she planned out for tonight. She had planned out some starting conversations which she was sure of getting him aroused instantly. It was a complete package of role play. She took his bag from his hand while he was still trying to realise what was going on. She took his hand and wrapped it around her waist and said. 

"Come with me sir". She escorted him to the living room and made him sit on the sofa. She stood beside him and spoke.

"Sir, I am your maid cum slave and will be at your service tonight."

She handed him the remote and gave him the drink she made while she sat down near him. He was still speechless.

"Relax with some tv with this drink while I relieve you of your shoes sir. May I take your shoes off sir?". 

He signalled ok with a nod and took the drink and slowly realised that she was doing a role play which he had asked her many times in the past. He was dumbfounded. He never thought this day would come. He didn't say anything he took a sip of the drink while looking at her undoing his shoes. He felt such an urge to pick her and fuck her right on that sofa but he controlled himself to enjoy the role play. She undid his socks and spoke. 

"Thanks for letting me undo your shoes master. Please enjoy your drink while I place your shoes on the rack." She took his shoes and walked away as she swayed her curves flaunting her shapely at him inviting him to spank. But he didn't. He wanted to play his role in the role play. She came back and sat below him with her hands rested on her thighs in front of her and her head bent down. 

She asked "Sir, may I remove your shirt". 

"Yes you may, maid". She removed his shirt and went behind the sofa and gently started massaging his neck and shoulders. He asked casually “So, what shall we do, my pet?”

"Anything you please my lord. Your satisfaction is my responsibility and following your orders and making you happy is my duty, my master. I am for your pleasure". She spoke while her pussy was more wet than she had expected it to be when she finished the memorized sentence. He wanted to see how much she had prepared for him. He asked again, just to listen to her speak.

"Good. So does that mean I can do anything with you". 

"Yes my master, you own me. Please feel free to use me any way you like. Use me to your satisfaction. I am here for you my sir. I will be happy to serve you in any way you like.". 

She pressed her thighs together to contain herself while she uttered those words. Her head bent down involuntarily while she spoke. He held her hand and pulled her to his front and asked her to sit. She sat below him. He asked her why she sat there and not with him on the sofa. She said "A slave's place is at your feet my lord unless you really want me…"

He bought his feet near her face signalling her to stop talking. Without hesitation she kissed his feet all over and started licking him slowly tasting the skin of his feet. She loved every part of it. After some time he ordered her to stop and asked her about what is next. She said: "Sorry for forgetting myself sir. Let me serve you dinner sir. I have prepared your favourite. Please relax here while I set up the dinner Sir" 

She ran to the kitchen and started preparing for his dinner. The way her rack jiggled while she ran was a sight to behold for him. While she was working she made sure to invite him with her body. She swayed her curvy figure and made sure he was seeing her while she acted as though she was doing something important. He caught the signals and went to the kitchen and gave her ass a nice tight smack. 

"Ouch, thank you sir". She never missed acknowledging his spanks.

"What are you doing slave", he asked.

"Preparing your dinner sir." she answered.

"Ok, while you prepare the dinner, let me prepare you for tonight". 

He hugged her behind. She could feel his boner on her ass. He grabs her tits with his one hand and slides the other toward her pussy. It gave her goosebumps. She liked being hugged from behind and groped while she did her chores. His hand disappeared into her panty.

"Aaah sir, give me some time sir, after dinner I am all yours my lord", she pleads.

"You are mine all the time including right now!. I will do my work and you do yours", he continued fondling her.

"Oh my god how do I…" her words turned into a moan when he grabbed her pussy and squeezed her nipples between his fingers.

"Keep doing whatever you were doing my slut. You don't want to be late in serving your master his dinner. I like my dinner and my maid on time"

"Yes sure master. Aaah.. sure..as … you… wish..."she focussed on reheating the delicacies she made while he slid in his finger into what was his favourite delicacy: her pussy.

“Indeed, you have prepared my favourite.” he said, exploring her through his fingers while she blushed and tried to focus on preparation.

She wasn't prepared for this. There were a lot of things to focus on. A meal on the stove, his 2 fingers in her dripping pussy, his hand groping her tits and his lips kissing the back of her neck, his rock hard dick pressing her fleshy rear. The stove beeped and turned off automatically. "One less thing to worry about" she told herself while he continued violating her on the kitchen table.

"Your dinner is ready my lord. Please let me serve you your dinner first, my Sir. So that You can enjoy your dinner and then You can enjoy me, my king". 

He says, "but I am already enjoying my dinner. You are my dinner". 

With his two fingers exploring her dripping wet cunt, all she could moan and wait for her owner to finish enjoying what was his. He took out his fingers at last and bought his fingers near her face. She licked them clean, tasting her pussy juices off his fingers. 

"Thank you master". She whispered. 

He allowed her to serve him dinner. She served him dinner. "Sir, do you want your maid to serve or entertain you in any way while you eat your dinner". 

"Would you do that thing that you were doing earlier while I was enjoying the drink? With my shoulders? It was soothing !"

"Yes! sure! my lord! you don't have to ask. All you have to do is order. I am waiting for your orders. Here you go. Thank you for letting me massage your shoulders. Please just order if you need anything else, Master", she replied.

She continued “Master, is the dinner at your satisfaction? Please let me know if there is anything missing, Sir”.

“It’s delicious, my girl. You deserve a reward for this.” he replied. She thanked him profusely while serving him.

She massaged him lightly as he finished his dinner. She says "Please relax for a few minutes my king, I will be back for your service after my dinner sir, if you permit".

"Thanks for the dinner. Yes please my slave take your time. I will be waiting for you. Shall I serve you dinner?". She answered "No sir, I will serve myself"

This night had only begun for both. He went to the bedroom and sat there waiting for her.