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Broke: Having a maid kink is all about having sex in a maid outfit
Woke: having a maid kink is about the acts of service done out of respect, without it the maid outfit is little more than lingerie
Bespoke: cooking and cleaning for other people is foreplay and you should whimper and leak a little at the sight of the one you serve as a maid enjoying the fruits of your labor
Trans girls will give you the sickest most nasty head and then come up to your face all smiley after and just say “hey” and giggle and it’s the most magical thing in the world
Opening the rotting door you find yourself staring into the foyer of a grand estate. You hear a faint, rhythmic tick. Looking to the stairs you find yourself startled slightly by the empty eyes of a clockwork maid. It looks you over for a second. Though you have no physical indication to prove it, you feel as though it something in it changed after seeing that it does not know you.
“Good evening miss,” its voice sounds distinctly of broken glass and boiling water, “this one offers its sincerest apologies at the state of disarray.” It curtesies in the way a maid should, short but reverential.
You want to ask how long it has been here, but think better of it. Clearly its sense of duty has replaced its sense of time. Instead you explain your situation, whatever delay to your travels or rough weather you are seeking shelter for does not matter to one that is made to receive orders without needing to know why.
“There is a room that you may stay in. Please allow this one to grab your things for you.” You let it take what little you brought with you and it turns on its heels towards a corridor. After passing many closed doors a thought pops into your head.
“Are all these rooms occupied?”
“Yes!” The maid squeaks before composing itself, “or rather, they all belong to treasured guests.”
Later that evening after you have settled in for the night and the maid has disappeared to do whatever it is that it does, your curiosity gets the better of you. You decide to check one of the other rooms.
Inside each one is immaculate, not a speck of dust to be seen. Each one you check is like this. Standing in stark contrast to the rest of the crumbling estate.
A noise startles you, first a bang and then shrill screech, as if metal has begun to grind itself away. Peering out into the hallway you find the origination of the noise to be none other than the maid, it tripped over a mop bucket that it had dropped. Well, dropped isn’t the right word. But you aren’t sure what word you would use to describe a hand ripping out of its own socket while carrying something.
The maid pushes itself up slowly on its other hand, gear straining to deliver force. You go over to help it up. It stares back, ungrateful but not for any amount of malice. “This one did not mean to alarm you, there are so many rooms for it to clean each night, this is a common occurrence and no cause for concern”
You ask it why. Why is it cleaning these rooms to spotless perfection?
“It doesn’t understand, a guests room should always be clean for their return,” its face turns up slightly into a smile for the first time since you’ve arrived. You ask it how long it has been since a guest has visited and if it even knows if they will return.
“It has been some time since any of these rooms have been used,” its smile deepens, “but of course they will return someday. They are honored guests after all. Why would an honored guest not return? This one just has to wait until the day it is graced with their presence once more”
You help it reattach its hand before returning to your bed. You leave first thing in the morning before it has a chance to check on you. You wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself if you allowed yourself to get too attached to it knowing that it would clean the room you slept in every night waiting for a return that will never happen.
Princess x Maid dynamic where they are in a power struggle to make each other feel good for different reasons. The maid to show the princess her place and the princess to present absolute authority for the sole purpose of caring for her loyal maid.
Both come from places of absolute love. The maid indulging the princess’s desires. The princess showering her maid with the love and affection she needs.
Prim and proper outward facing personalities that turn to their more carnal desires the second they are alone at night. Undressing each other with a fervor. The maid careful of the princess’s fine clothing that amplifies her beauty and radiance so as not to stretch it. The princess mindful of just how expensive that custom designed maid outfit was, but weighing if the cost of a new one is worth getting to her lovers flesh just a few seconds earlier.
Princess that doesnt even mind that her new “bedroom” is just a cage in the maids chambers. Hearing them chit chat at night helps put her to sleep ^v^
Smoked some birdweed (weed that turns you into a bird) and now I’m making pretty noises and wanting someone to preen me :>
“Oh. Sweet thing,” your mistress says while cupping your cheek, “why did you keep this to yourself? How long have you been holding this in?”
You had thought she was asleep, but after waking to use the bathroom she must have walked by your quarters. It was only a matter of time before she caught you crying and begging for her softly as you touched yourself.
“You perform your duties so very well and take such good care of me,” she says as her hand slips down to your collarbones. She pushes you down and crawls on top of your exposed body. “Let your mistress take care of you”
“You’ve been so good for me today, I think you should be rewarded. What would you like your reward to be?”
“Thank you for the praise Mistress, a job well done is reward enough for-“ the maid starts before she is cut off by the stern voice of her Mistress.
“That isn’t what I asked. I know you had no intention of disobeying, so I will ask once more. This time answer truthfully to what you desire; what would you like as a reward?” The Mistress’ eyes were trained on the gaze of her maid, pulling her sight upwards.
After a beat the maid began, “your…your fingers….” A slight tilt of her mistress’s head pulled the rest out encouragingly, “…in my mouth. I want my Mistress’ fingers in my mouth…please.”
The Mistress chuckled slightly, her eyes displaying much more lust and desire than before. She pressed two fingers to her own lips, giving them a small kiss. As those fingers moves towards her maids mouth, her other hand came to rest gently around her maid’s throat.
The fingers slipped in easily and the maids mind began to buzz. Her eyes began to flutter and her breaths became sharp. She tried her best not to gag as she licked at the digits in her mouth, but she wasn’t perfect, not that her mistress would mind.
Slight whimpers filled the air as the Mistress pulled away her fingers, the hand on the throat of her maid keeping her from chasing after them. The maids eyes began to focus into reality once more as her chest began to heave with want. Saliva dripped from her still open mouth onto her Mistress. She hadn’t realized, but at some point she had been led onto a couch and was currently straddling her mistress. Her face went red with embarrassment and not a drop of shame.
“That’s such a good girl,” the Mistress cooed. “Such a needy little thing for me. And all because of a few fingers.” Her wet fingers were dragged down the maids body. Her neck, her collarbone, and finally hooking onto the neckline of her uniform tugging slightly.
“Thank you for the reward mistress.”
“Oh sweet girl, don’t say it like it’s all over. Your reward is just beginning”
