1. A Master A Maid pt. 1


    Date: 11/6/2014, Categories: BDSM, Author: bbygirl1, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    The clock read 6:15. I stand in front of the mirror to freshen up because Sir always likes me to look my best for him when he comes home. I apply a coat of mascara, swipe a gloss over my lips and give my brunette curls one last shake, before spritzing a light perfume on my pulse points and heading downstairs into the kitchen. Dinner was almost ready. I am twenty-two and fresh out of college. It was there that I met Sir. He was my professor and I was his best student. When we met it was unlike anything I had felt before. It was indescribable; all I can say is that Sir was the first man to make me feel like a woman. Sir was married once before and it was a messy endeavor. He had fallen for a woman who had claimed she loved him just to take from him. Never did she help out around the house. She did not cook, she did not clean, and she deprived him of his needs. Sir had grown tired of the routine and sought me out to take her place. I grew up in a household where I was to do as I was told and actively help around the house. This is the way women are supposed to be. There was a part of me that loved the feeling I got from tending after others and keeping things beautiful, the familiar tingle between my thighs that reminded me of my true purpose as a woman even in this day and age. Sir gets lonely a lot and I was there to help. He works long hours at the university and needed a companion to look after things. I needed a place to stay so we worked out an agreement. I would be Sir's ...
    personal maid and he would be my master. I was finishing up the table setting when I heard the familiar sound of keys in the door. I rushed over to the door on my tip toes. My white stockings were slippery on the marble floor and I almost lost my balance, nearly soiling my pink & white dress. I was shaking in anticipation. I was so happy that he was home. Sir opened the door and the corner of his mouth turned up when he saw me. "I've been waiting all day to see you," he said in a low, slightly gravely voice. He had a long day and I could tell. "Dinner is served, Sir," I squeaked. My eyes were wide and I innocently glanced up at him. "I could definitely use a meal, Darling." He loved it when I looked at him with doe-eyes. He stepped in closer and placed his thumb under my chin, raising it slighty. "Perhaps even something more." I looked down and smiled. He makes me so flustered. "Yes, Sir," I respond, coyly. I know exactly what he wants and I would be lying if I said I didn't want the same thing. I felt his large, rough hand slap my bare butt from under my dress. I felt the bliss of the tingles his touch brought me. He lead me into the kitchen this way. "I love you in that outfit. Why don't you turn around and bend over for me, baby," he said with a lusty voice. He had that look in his piercing eyes that I was addicted to. My pussy pulsed with desire as I did what I was told. He lifted the tulle of my skirt and dragged a finger up my puffy, pink pussy. "You're dripping. What a ...
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