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  Four letters this time: Maid.

  "No!" I said, spinning around in facing you. "I will wear the slave panties, but I will not wear these," I insisted, letting my expression grow hot with righteous indignation. As a modern girl, I wasn't going to let my boyfriend put me in something as humiliating as these panties.

  I expected you to back down. I expected you to tell me it would be okay.

  You didn't.

  You reached down, you touched the underside of my chin, caressing me. Almost immediately, I began to relax. Then you leaned down, your voice warm against my inner ear. "Becca, this is not a discussion. You are going to put this on, and you are going to behave just like any other servant. I am your master, and belong to me."

  You spoke so calmly, making this all sound inevitable and natural.

  My body shook with frustration, but than you reached down, and you moved your hand between my legs. Instinctively, I parted my knees for you, giving you easy access.

  A chuckle traced your mouth, and I wanted to kiss you, but I was still trying to be angry. When you moved your fingertips just along my opening, another shiver of anticipatory need wracked my body.

  "That's what I thought," you said to me, sounding so cocky. "Now put them on, Becca. If I have to tell you again, there's going to be a lot more punishment involved."

  "More punishment?" I asked, but even as the words started to leave my mouth, I was pulling the maid panties into place.

  Once I had the black and white underwear on, you reached out, taking my hand. You tugged me toward the mirror in the bathroom.

  "See her?" You pointed to my reflection. "She's mine."

  With those two words, you took control. You showed me what a man can do, and I kept trying to find some feminist instinct to use against you. As hard as I tried, I couldn't, not at with his panties wrapped around my naughty bits.

  "Now I'm going to tell you the truth. I'm extremely horny right now. Since you decided to be all seductive when I walked through the door, you're going to have to pay for that."

  "Yes, sir," I said, immediately regretting the response. Seriously? If I wanted to retain some shred of my dignity or independence, I how could go around calling you sir!

  Maybe I needed this on some level.

  No! Even if you made it feel incredible, I was not going to yield. Even if you made it feel incredible, I had no intention of yielding.

  "Good girl," you said, touching my chin and making me look back into your eyes. Next, you walked me over to a different mirror. You nudged my shoulders, guiding me back down onto my knees. At the same time, you reached for your fly. You pulled down the zipper, and I licked my lips, already aware of all that was going to happen.

  "You know, those panties aren't just for sex," you said to me. "Now that you have them on, you're going to have to act just like any other maid. And right now, I have a job for you."

  "Yes, sir," I said, sounding so very docile.

  Of course, we both understood that I was seething on the inside. For my part, I struggled to contain my animosity. For yours, you enjoyed the little show, watching me.

  But then you had your cock out again.

  "Sir, couldn't we just have sex?" I asked, sounding pitiful.

  Rather than dignify my plea with a response, you reached down, sliding your hands back through my hair, and then you guided my mouth forward. You touched your cock to my lips, and I immediately caught the flavor of your pre-come.

  "Show me what you can do," you ordered.

  With a sigh of resignation, I opened my mouth, and I started to lick at your cock. I started at the base, running my tongue up and down the length of your member. Then I swirled the tip of my tongue along the tip.

  Right away, I could tell that you liked that most of all. I tried to give you everything you craved. I tried to make you so aroused that you wouldn't be able to stop, then you’d give up on this game and simply throw me on the bed and take me, just the way I yearned to be taken.

  "You're trying to manipulate me, aren't you?" You asked. But then you pulled my mouth forward, making it easier for you to slide the fullness of your cock past my lips. I gagged on your shaft, I couldn't possibly respond.

  I tightened my lips around your girth, hoping to gain the edge. "Since you're being such a bad girl, I'm just going to have to come right here," you said to me.

  Right away, I let out a whimper of shock, but you had already made the decision.

  As hard as I tried to pull away, you kept your fingers tight on my tresses. Whenever I tried to shift back, you gave a painful tug, making sure I stayed right where you wanted me. Then you guided my head forward and back, using my mouth like a sex toy. My cheeks blushed brightly, yet I couldn't retake control.

  "Good girl," you said. "This is how she behaves. When her master wants something, she gives it to him. There isn't any other choice for her. Just like there isn't any other choice for you."

  More than anything, I itched to argue with you, but I couldn't make any coherent sentence. Then you started to increase the tempo of your thrusts, pushing your cock deeper and deeper into my mouth.

  "Very good," you said, nearly panting now.

  I whimpered, trying to convince you not to do this. I tried to beg, but I couldn't make any real words, not with my mouth so thoroughly occupied. You kept going, pumping me harder and faster. I kept my lips tight around your shaft, giving you all of the pleasure you ever crave. Then again, so much of the enjoyment for you came from the fact that you could make me do this. I had been a bad girl, so I deserved this punishment, just as I deserved everything else you intended to give me.

  It happened. I could feel your cock twitch, and you blasted your load right up against the back of my throat. Doing my best not to choke, I swallowed down every drop, guzzling it.

  When you finished, you pulled back, and you couldn't even give me a shred of dignity. You wiped your cock off on my cheek, making me blush even brighter. "Maybe if I embarrass you a little bit, you'll remember to do your chores next time." With those words, you flashed me another smug grin.

  "You had your orgasm. Now what?" I asked, hoping you wouldn't have an answer. Unfortunately for me, you did. Oh, you definitely did.

  Slowly, you reached for your pants, pulling them up again. Within the span of just a few seconds, no one would've been able to tell that you had just been serviced by your girlfriend. Of course, I couldn't say the same. I was still naked except for one tiny pair of black and white panties. It wasn't fair!

  "Now, Becca, you come with me."

  Just like that, you hop off the bed, and you strolled over to the doorway. Standing there, you waited, your hands on your hips.

  Biting down into my lower lip, I didn't want to play this game anymore. At the same time, I could still feel the desire pounding between my legs. Although I didn't want to admit it, my panties were damp.

  Cursing my fate, I scurried from the bed, and you reached out, taking my hand. Then you escorted me back to the house, right into the kitchen.

  "What, what you doing?"

  You pushed me up to the sink, and you turned on the water. "You're the maid, aren't you? Well, maids have chores to do."

  "You, you still want me to do the dishes? Like this?" I stepped back, waving down to my mostly naked body.

  If I hoped to shock or irritate you, I was sorely disappointed. Rather than look uncomfortable, you let your eyes sweep up and down my body. You admired me, letting your gaze linger on my pussy and breasts. Then, when you finally met my eyes again, the corners of your mouth rose with another smug smirk.

  "Lovely," you said. "And you’re going to be even more beautiful when you start doing your work."

  This time, I crossed my arms over my chest. "No. I'm not going to do it."

  "Are you sure?" You raised an eyebrow, sounding more amused than anything else. I wanted to stamp my foot, but I already knew that my bare heel wouldn't make any appreciable sound. No, it was better for me to simply stare back at you, defian
t.

  After another tense moment or two, you strolled up to me, you put your hand on my shoulder, and you turned me around, bending me over the sink. It took me another couple of seconds to realize what you were going to do.

  Then your hand came down, swatting my backside. "Maid. When I give you an order, you will obey it. That's what it means to be my servant. Now, tell me you understand." Before you even gave me the chance to respond, you spanked me another five times, swatting different spots.

  It wasn't difficult for me to imagine your hand print emblazoned on my backside, bright pink under the black maid panties.

  "No. I won't do it," I said, hissing out my frustration.

  “Ten more,” you announced, whispering those two words in my ear.

  Although I tried to deny it, I could feel a tendril of nervousness snake through my body. "No, not ten," I tried to say, but you bent me over the sink again, and I could feel the cold tile press a chill through my body.

  You raised your hand, savoring the first moment of anticipation. You reveled in my helplessness, just before you brought your hand down fast with a swish of air. One, two, three, and I started to gasp with each strike. By seven, my breathing turned ragged, and I started to whimper. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't stay silent.

  You kept going, smacking my ass with everything you had. And when you were done, you turned me around. Although I could barely stand, you kept me upright. "Becca, what are you going to do?"

  I huffed out my exasperation, "I'm going to do the dishes."

  "That's right. Now get started."

  Taking a tentative step toward the sink, I turned on the water again, and I picked up the dish soap.

  Meanwhile, you stood back, one shoulder pressed against the wall.

  "You have to watch me?"

  "Yes, I do," you said. "You seem to have developed a bad habit of getting distracted when I'm not making sure you do as you're told."

  I bit down, you could probably see my jaw tighten, but I didn't care. Despite the lingering stinging in my buttocks, I kept going, doing my best to concentrate on the dishes.

  Several minutes went by, and you still watched me. Honestly, I expected you to get bored and go off to do something else. You didn't. Instead, you kept your eyes on me, making sure I didn't get distracted.

  Just as I made my way through most of the dishes, you came up behind me. My breath hitched in my throat, and I tried not to let you see just how nervous you could make me. At moments like this, when I was only partially dressed, I felt so small and helpless before you. You were my boyfriend, and you put me in this position. I could never forget that.

  You reached around me, putting your hands on my breasts. Right away, my body reacted, my nipples hardening. They stood out, proud little points betraying everything I wanted to hide.

  Working my breasts, you fondled each mound, gently working your palms down and around my nipples.

  "Don't drop the glass you're holding," you said to me.

  I grimaced, pouting my lips out, but that only made you chuckle. "I know you are very good at doing the dishes, so you shouldn't make any mistakes. And you know what happens if you break a dish?"

  "No, sir," I said.

  "You get spanked," you replied so easily, whispering back into my ear. Damn it. I didn't want you to be able to arouse me with the threat of the spanking, but you understood exactly how to push my buttons. You comprehended what I needed at any given moment, and sometimes you gave it to me, and sometimes you didn't. You could be a cruel bastard that way, but I didn't dare utter any of those words.

  Instead, I kept going, washing one dish after another. Meanwhile, you teased and taunted my nipples, making sure my whole body was lit up with desire. Arousal pounded in my chest and between my legs. In fact, I even curled my toes against the cold floor.

  "Keep going," you said to me. "You are doing such a good job."

  "Please, please touch me," I said.

  "Like here? Is this where you want me to touch you?" Of course, you couldn't make it easy on me. You brushed your fingertips along my stomach. Shivers of desire and frustration mixed together, dancing along my nerves.

  "No," I growled back, those two letters sounding a little bit more like a groan of need. "Please, please touch me lower."

  "Like here?" This time, you taunted me by stroking your fingertips along my abdomen, tracing one finger around my belly button.

  "Not fair," I growled. At the same time, I gripped the glass in my hand, feeling my fingers turn white from the pressure. Fortunately, the glass is very thick, so it wasn't going to break.

  I could be grateful for the small bits of luck.

  "What's not fair? You asked me to touch you, so I'm touching you," you said, smirking all the while.

  "That isn't what I meant, and you know it," I said.

  My insolent tone could have gotten me in trouble, but you just chuckled again. "Do I know? Maybe you should tell me what you really want. Maybe you shouldn't ask me to guess."

  I bit down, torn between barking and staying silent. After all, I didn't like letting you play with me. Desperation and need practically vibrated through my body, but you just kept going, lightly caressing different parts of my exposed skin. In one moment, you raked your fingertips along my stomach. In the next, you reached one hand down between my legs to touch my inner thighs.

  Every drop of contact made me shake with need. All the while, my panties were thoroughly soaked.

  "This isn't fair!" I growled back at you.

  "I'm pretty sure it is," you said simply.

  "Please, sir, I can't take anymore. Please, I know I'm your maid, but I'm just asking for you to touch me. Please, please, please!" Those last three words just stuttered from my mouth. In fact, I couldn't even recall any intent to say them.

  "Keep washing," you said.

  Grunting, I picked up the last dish, and I scrubbed it quickly. Then, and only then, did you slide up one finger down between my legs. Like a wanton little pussy, I spread my legs, practically inviting you to massage me.

  You didn't.

  Infuriatingly, you just kept touching my skin, running your fingertips along the different spots of my body. At one time, you would massage my breasts. Then, you would stroke my flank. Later, you might reach down and pinch my ass.

  Every single gesture and movement on your part had been designed to embarrass me. Naked, I could feel the heat rampage all over my skin. At that point, I probably glowed like a flare, but you kept going anyway.

  Finally, I finished the last glass, and I set it aside. All of a sudden, I didn't know where to put my hands, so I simply braced my palms against the sink.

  "Good girl," you said, patronizing me, encouraging me, and ridiculing me all in the same breath.

  Before I knew it, you had your hand back between my legs. You grabbed my panties and pulled them down to that spot around my knees. I kept them stretched because I couldn't bring my feet back together. In fact, I just wanted you to touch me, and this time you did something I couldn't have possibly anticipated.

  "Lick," you said, holding your fingers up in front of my mouth.

  With my heart skittering in my chest, I stuck out my tongue, and I ran it up your two fingers. Then, you lowered your hand back down to my crotch. You stroked my entrance three times, and then you finally plunged your fingers down into my welcoming slit.

  A moan escaped my lips all over again, and it was impossible for me to hide the anticipation and need building at my core.

  "What are you?”

  "Your maid, your slave," I replied quickly, unable to think clearly. I relied on those answers, hoping they would please you. If they didn't, and you stopped, I didn't know what else I could do.

  "That's right. And if I let you come, are you going to stay obedient?"

  "Yes, sir," I promised breathlessly. "Whatever, whatever you want." At that point, my lungs pumped as quickly as they could, yet I wasn't entirely certain I actually said any words. After all, I had
never been this desperate before.

  Moving your fingers forward and back, penetrating me with frustrating slowness, you kept me at a slow boil. It felt as though magma ran through my veins, keeping me hot. Every muscle in my body felt clenched, intense, yet you kept it going, making sure I stayed nice and wet for you.

  "Say it," you commanded.

  For just an instant, I nibbled down on my lower lip. At the back of my mind, I wondered if I might actually start to draw blood. But then my tongue moved. "Please, master. I belong to you. I promise I will be your best maid. I will be the best servant any master could possibly hope for. I will do whatever you want."

  Before, I used similar words when I described my place as your slave. Apparently, there wasn't going to be any difference here.

  "That's right."

  Just as those words burned along my ear, you pressed down on my clitoris. My whole world turned to white fire. I clenched my eyes shut, and I shook in your arms. My knees actually gave out, but you were there, holding me.

  You pulled your fingers back, and the next thing I knew, you had them up against my mouth. Without even hearing the command, I started to lick your fingers clean. "Good girl," you said, petting me.

  "Thank you, sir," I said breathlessly.

  But at least it was over, I thought. Okay, so you have made me do the dishes while wearing the maid panties. But now, I could go back in the bedroom, put on my real clothes, and we could get back to our lives.

  You held me for nearly another five minutes. Feeling strong enough to stand under my own power, I straightened my back, and I started for the bedroom.

  "Where you think you're going?"

  "To get dressed?"

  "The living room floor hasn't been vacuumed," you told me.

  With my eyes on you, I didn't understand. Okay, so the living room floor hadn’t been vacuumed. How was that relevant?

  My stomach started to sink when you flashed me a condescending grin.

  I stamped my foot this time, kicking my heel down against the floor. It didn't make any real sound, but then I whimpered and whined. "No! I already did the dishes. I don't have to do any other chores."