I’m in the kitchen, cooking. Hugo is standing behind me, looking over my shoulder as I try to fry up some morning brunch he had been trying to teach me how to cook. Something simple, a beginners dish. It’s just sausage, onions, eggs, garlic, and potatoes. The gravy was pre-made, they had mountains of the stuff already pre-prepared, so I just had to pour a bit of that on at the end.

“Sausage looks good. Fish it out and put in the onions and garlic. Let it cook in the meat’s oils. The other pan looks heated up. Add the butter to it, let it melt, then you can crack an egg in there. Don’t forget to season the eggs and the onions with salt and pepper. Add some chilies to the egg if you like some spice. Use the spoon to baste the butter over the egg yolk. Don’t overcook it. I have some things to do, I’ll be back in fifteen minutes.”

Gah! So many steps! Why did cooking have to be so specific? This was lame. Once he was gone, I added the butter to the egg pan and the garlic and onions to the sausage pan, but it took forever to melt. I smacked the egg on the counter to crack it, but only succeeded at getting egg all over the table, watching as it dribbled onto the floor. I grumbled and cleaned it up with a paper towel, and by the time I was done, the butter had melted, but the onions were already starting to burn. Gah! I had forgotten to turn the heat down! I hastily took the pan off the flame and turned it off. I heard the counter sizzling as the pan began to burn the wooden counter top. Oh well, too late for that! I tried cracking another egg, this time using the side of the pan. I succeeded, it all went in the pan this time, but the yoke cracked, sort of turning it into a homogeneous mess. A few egg shell shards landed inside too, I think. Uh… Right, okay! I could make it scrambled egg and claim that I wanted to put my own spin on the recipe! I added a second egg and whisked it all together, making what I thought was a pretty damn good scrambled egg!

Wait. But I could make it even better. I dumped the egg into the onion pan, mixing it all together. An omelette! I was a genius, I’d make it an omelette! This was how you made them, right? Lots of salt and pepper, freshly chopped chilies, then I cut up the sausage and added it to my glorious creation. I had it all nicely served for Hugo on the kitchen table, feeling mighty impressed with my raw creative culinary talent.

He returned, sitting at the table and looking at my meal.

“What happened to this?”

“I-I decided to make an omelette. It’s my own Lilly special!” I exclaimed proudly.

“It’s an abomination, that’s what it is. Let’s take a bite, though…”

I had supplied him with a knife and fork, but he stood up and walked over to pick up a spoon. He cautiously took a big spoonful, and fed it into his mouth, chewing… And chewing… Then he swallowed. He must have actually liked it if he swallowed! He sat back and eyed up the food, then looked back up at me.

“Awful. Just awful. It tastes both under cooked and burnt at the same time. It’s too salty. You added too many chilies. It’s all too much or not enough, and none of it works together. Only the sausage tastes good, and that’s the part I watched you doing. This has to be your worst attempt yet, Lilly. Listen, one day I’ll teach you how to make Omelettes. Or scrambled eggs. Or whatever you were attempting here.”

“Scrambled omelettes?” I interjected.

“There’s a reason those aren’t a thing. This, right here, is the reason people don’t make those. Listen. You have to take baby steps. Master one by one the recipes I actually attempt to teach you.” He sighed deeply, “You’re done for the day. Go find something else to do.”

“O-Oh…” I actually felt a little deflated, “I’ll throw this away right away then… I’m sorry, Hugo.”

“Ah ah ah! Not quite. I forgot, there’s actually one last thing you have to do for me. Siddown,” He commanded.

I obeyed.

He slid the plate over to me, and handed me a different spoon.

“In this household, we eat our mistakes. Enjoy.”

With that, he walked off once again. I was presented with a plate of my own cooking. It looked… Much less appetizing, sitting beneath my own nose. I scrunched up my face.

I thought back to Lizzy yelling at me for over watering the plants. At the maids rolling their eyes when I tried to explain that I was underneath the table to clean out all the nooks and crannies that nobody would ever see, all whilst they worked to clean the actual visible surfaces. About how excited I was to be cleaning near Ayano’s office, causing me to accidentally knock over some precious ornaments. About being admonished for trying to wash the paintings. About losing a bout to Ayano that I should have won, and listening in on the conversation with that President guy, and learning that my very existence may worsen the living conditions for the people of this country.

I hated all of it. Especially losing that duel to Ayano. I was still in a foul mood, stewing over how badly that loss had stung me. I didn’t want to appear weak in her mind.

I gave my food a sniff. A quick lick, too. Yeah. Dreadful. Better than the ‘food’ I ate at the Leywood estate, but still terrible. Nobody would want to eat this. I don’t. So I tossed it into the compost bin and walked away.

I vowed to never again make a mistake for the rest of my life. That way, I wouldn’t be ordered to eat them.

And I still hated that smug prick.

~~~

As far as I knew, Hugo was none the wiser to me not having eaten my failed attempt at cooking, as I was still given food later that night. Not that meal time was fun anymore. After that first night, Ayano had placed me at the bottom of the table, with everyone else. I still didn’t know very many people’s names, as most people didn’t want to talk to me and I didn’t want to talk to them. I had a reputation as both a monster, an idiot with an Ayano complex, and a clumsy maid. Those were all true, but I think some of them may even believe that I was intentionally and maliciously doing a bad job. That wasn’t true, or at least, I didn’t think it was. I didn’t understand myself sometimes. At the very least, I had learned to use cutlery. It wasn’t fair! I should be sitting with Ayano, now that I’ve learned some manners…

Nobles were raising their voices at the head of the table. There were much fewer of them milling about the manor than there were a week ago, as most of them had been here to see me in the first place. But some of them lived here, and Ayano seemed to have a daily rotation of guests. I think they were complaining about taxes or something. Even though it was my fault, I couldn’t feel sympathy for nobles, so I tried to ignore it and focus on my delicious spaghetti selecianese. I wonder if Ayano enjoyed this food too… She never compliments it, but she always cleans her plate. Does she like Hugo because he’s a good cook? Maybe if I learned to cook better, Ayano would like me more too… ‘Sleep with me Lilly! Your sausage was so good it put me into heat!’

I smirked at that thought.

“And what are you so happy about?” A short, persistently scowling, temperamental little maid who I think was named Beth snapped at me.

“N-Nothing… I just like the food…”

“Hmph! At least there are some basic things you can appreciate… But if you’re gonna smile, don’t do it whilst making googly eyes at Lady Ayano. It’s creepy.”

“Don’t interpret Lilly uncharitably… She’s just grateful to Lady Ayano, that’s all,” Priscilla interjected, making eye contact with me and offering me a warm smile.

“Y-Yeah… Um… T-Thanks, P-Priscilla…”

“Hmph. If you say so. I’m still not convinced it thinks much of anything… Especially not gratitude…” Beth huffed.

Nobody responded to that. No one knows how to defend someone being dehumanized, especially not when most of them probably secretly agree that I’m not a person, and I’m not interested enough in earning some random maid’s approval to defend myself either.

So, with the conversation over, I return to daydreaming as I wonder if Ayano even likes Selecian cuisine that much. Maybe the Princess would prefer foreign dishes? I’d cook anything if it meant getting into her panties… I mean, her heart…

~~~

Once dinner ended, it was my duty to clean the plates and cutlery. Washing up was one of the few things I was actually pretty good at. It was a simple task, after all, but I think the kitchen staff still found it impressive. Or perhaps they were simply relieved. Because as easy as the work was, I was still handling fragile, expensive tableware. I could easily smash a whole lot of plates and cause a lot of damage. But I hadn’t had such accidents yet.

Still. I wasn’t going to make a name for myself as a dishwasher… Especially with talks of them getting a machine that ran on arcane circles, which could wash the dishes automatically. Damn magical automation! Putting me out of a job!

I nearly flinched as someone tapped me on the shoulder, however. Nobody ever bothered me whilst I was cleaning the dishes. I smelled peach, and immediately knew who it was.

“Ayano!” I exclaimed, spinning around on my heels to face her.

Indeed, there she was, standing in the kitchen. It was almost surreal to see her here. It felt like too lowly a place for someone of her status. She was even currently wearing the same outfit she had been when I first met her, making her stick out even more- I guess they shipped in an identical replacement after I had destroyed the last set of clothes.

“Come to my room once you’re finished here. Knock on the door- I’ll know it’s you. Don’t keep me waiting.”

My heart felt like it wanted to leap out of my chest. Me? In her room? Oh my god oh my god oh my god, was this really happening?

“Are we gonna-” I began to blurt out.

“- Correct. I’ve been busy this past week, but it’s time we officially began your handmaiden training, yes?”

“R-Right. Yeah. I’ll be right there, then.”

“Good.”

Okay. Calm down… This is still good. I haven’t gotten to spend much time with Ayano, this will be fine… I tried to ignore the gazes upon me, tried to pretend that there wasn’t a permanent blush on my face as I hurried to finish my work without making a mistake or sacrificing quality, much as I wanted to drop everything and rush up there right away…

But as I worked, and as my thoughts lingered, a thought occurred to me.

I hadn’t considered killing any of these people for a number of days, had I? Even though I barely saw Ayano, even though they mocked me, even though the work was tiring and difficult.

Was I becoming domesticated?

“Hey.”

Ugh. I turned to see Hugo, walking over to me carrying a bowl of fluffy white rice. He set it down on a table, cracked an egg over it, and whisked it into the rice with a pair of chopsticks, before sprinkling some green flakes over top of it and placing a spoon down next to it.

Thank god, no way was I using chopsticks.

“Jishian comfort food. Something a little different. It’s all yours- Once you're done, go see Ayano. I’ll have someone else finish the dishes.”

“O-Oh. Thank you.”

As I went to sit down, he placed a hand on my shoulder.

“You’re a good dishwasher. You follow instructions well when it comes to that. And I can tell you’re enthusiastic about cooking. So, even if it was an honest assessment, sorry for being harsh earlier. If you’re willing to work with me here, I can still whip you up into an excellent chef. You just have to follow my instructions when it comes to cooking as well as you do when it comes to dish washing. And years from now, when you’re a master chef, *then* you can start experimenting. Okay?”

“O-Okay… Thanks again, Hugo.”

“Good girl,” He says, taking his hand off my shoulder and moving a few steps away from me, “But remember, if you’re serious about learning, then I’m going to be much more strict with you. You better be prepared!”

A smirk crosses his face as he disappears into the furthest reaches of the kitchen. Ugh. I was just beginning to like him, but I still hate that *damn smirk*. Still… I’m willing to try taking his instructions seriously.

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I pick up the spoon and eat a spoonful of the rice. It looked so simple, and smelled really funky, but… My mouth exploded with flavor. The best rice. The best egg, all melty and warm, barely cooked by the hot rice. And a sort of fishy, salty taste that I assumed was coming from the green stuff. Wait… This wasn’t that ‘seaweed’ I had heard so much about, was it?

I wolfed it down. It wasn’t as decadent as a lot of the meals I had had this past week, but… If this was ‘comfort food’, then I wanted to learn the best of what Jishian cuisine had to offer. Even if it meant delaying seeing Ayano for a few more minutes… I think I’d have been happy with seconds.

Maybe I was becoming domesticated. My affections being won over so easily with a pat on the shoulder and good food… Maybe… Maybe that was okay.

~~~

I was staring at Ayano’s door. I had seen it a few times, passing by it whilst cleaning, but it was in a part of the manor that not many people besides her had a reason to visit unless they were cleaning. Up a flight of stairs nearby my room, her bedroom spanned the entire top floor of the manor, though it did seem to be a slightly smaller floor than the other three floors and the basement below it. Still, it felt like a private, luxurious space up here, and I hadn’t even seen the interior yet.

I was still working up the courage to knock. My hand was slowly about to finally knock, but then I heard a voice from the other side of the door.

“I know you’re there, Lilly. I told you not to keep me waiting, did I not?”

“S-Sorry, Lady Ayano, I was nervous…”

A deep sigh, then I heard something shuffle from inside. Seconds later, and the door opened.

Ayano was standing there before me in what appeared to be her undershirt. It seemed she had just removed the jacket and the cape of her outfit, and nothing else. It was hardly something to be lounging around in, but still, it was nice to see her with her regal defenses down just a little bit. She stepped aside to let me in.

It was a very large and impressive room, for sure. A golden candlestick next to her gigantic bed, easily able to fit three people or more, a red carpet where most of the rooms just had rugs, and a blue rug that seemed to be decorated with real gold trim. The rug depicted a dragon of some kind. A painting of what I assumed was the imperial palace hung on the wall opposite her bed, and she seemed to have a large, walk-in wardrobe. The door to it was open, and I could see so many gorgeous outfits for just about any occasion inside, and it made my head spin.

All that had been more or less expected. But what I hadn’t expected was… Just how *messy* the room was. Clothes and paperwork were strewn everywhere across the floor alongside food crumbs, drawers from her chest of drawers laid upside down on the floor, and makeup and beauty products and lord knows what else lay all over the place on her desk. Mold lined the edges of the windows. Everything looked dusty and out of place, and I shuddered to think of what had become of her no doubt formerly beautiful on-suite bathroom.

“This is what happens when you’re a busy Princess without a handmaiden. Especially when that same Princess has recently taken on the liability of enslaving what everyone wants to call a ‘bio weapon’. They’re not even using the term correctly. A bio weapon would be a synthetically created disease unleashed on a population, not a human girl with Monstra powers…” Ayano grumbled, sitting herself down on the bed, folding her arms, and crossing her legs.

“R-Right… I didn’t know that… You… Um… Didn’t have a handmaiden… For so long…”

“Sure,” Ayano sighed, “But don’t worry about it, it’s okay. You’re here now, but there’s not much I want for you to do for today. Also, frankly, I’d rather you focused on maintaining the rest of the manor than this room. None of my guests see this room. It’s okay if it’s messy.”

“But… It’s where you *sleep*, Ayano… It’s… It’s y-your space…” I mutter.

A sympathetic smile crossed her face.

“I know. That’s why I want you here. Because I don’t have someone to take care of my basic needs when I’m too busy to take care of myself. Just… Don’t make being my handmaiden the most important thing to you, okay? Take joy in the rest of the work you do. Make friends with the other servants. I hear they don’t like you that much yet, but you can change that. Understand?”

I sadly nodded, even though I didn’t fully agree with her. A good person would like me right away, treat me like a human, and be sexy. Like she is. Why should I have to ingratiate myself to dull, mean idiots?

“Good. Now… Here’s the most important thing you must learn about being my handmaiden. It’s this.”

She reached into her bedside drawer and pulled out what appeared to be a tiny silver bell, quite dusty, clearly not used in sometime, and she blows the dust off of it and wipes it down with a napkin. It was one you could pick up with one hand and ring. She did just that, shaking it from side to side to cause a pretty, distinctive, quiet tinkling ring to emulate from the ornate object.

“This bell is special. Once I attune it to you, any time it is rung, you will be able to hear it, no matter how far away from it you are. I will keep it on me or next to me at all times. As soon as you hear the bell, you’ll also be given a rough idea of where I am… Or, more specifically, where the bell is. Wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, come find me as soon as you hear this, okay?”

“Umm… Okay!”

I liked that. A constant connection to Ayano. I would travel across galaxies to find Ayano and her bell!

“Okay. Place your hand on it, then we’ll test it out.”

I emphatically nod my head and shuffle forward, reaching out my hand to touch it… Ayano is also still holding it, so my fingers brush up against hers. It sends tingles all across my body. I feel a slight rumble, unrelated to my emotions, probably. The moment ends, and I know it’s time to let go and step back.

“Cover your ears,” She says.

When I do, she rings it. I can’t quite hear the sound from the bell itself, but… I hear it quite loudly in my head. All my attention focuses on the bell, too. I already know where it is, it’s right in front of me, but I’m *extra aware* of just how in front of me it really is!

“I-It seems to be working!”

“Excellent,” she says, flipping it upside down to flick a mechanism that appeared to be some kind of lock, so that it wouldn’t accidentally ring, and placed it down on her bedside table.

I liked seeing it there. I began to romanticize that bell immediately. It was like I would be sleeping next to Ayano every night from now on, just within arms reach, even if I would still be sleeping in my own bed downstairs.

“Now… Next on the list. Since it has been a few years now, there are many things I have learned to do by myself. Things I used to require a handmaiden for, but now don’t. Such as changing my clothes… And bathing. I want to make it very clear that I can do these things without your help, Lilly. But… If you are willing to be mature, it would be very much appreciated if you would be able to help me out with such matters. Washing parts of myself can be a nuisance, and many clothes I wear were designed for nobles who have servants in mind, making them difficult to manage by oneself. Difficult, but, as I have learned, and will continue to reiterate, not impossible.”

“I… I can be… M-Mature… About it…” I mutter, my heart is already beating.

Ayano! Naked! Ayano! Naked! Let’s go let’s go let’s go!

“Then… In that case, I would appreciate your assistance in changing into my nightgown, Lilly. First… Undo the buttons of my shirt.”

Ayano turned around and sat cross legged on the bed, raising up her ponytail so that her hair wouldn’t get in the way. It was now that I noticed that her shirt had a strange design- The buttons were on the back rather than on the front. I guess this is what she meant by ‘clothes designed for nobles with servants’. I had to admit that all of her clothing that weren’t those boring suits looked nice, so I guess it was worth it. Still, I wouldn’t wear stuff like this. The maid dress by itself was already somewhat of a hassle.

I crouched down next to the bed and got to work. It wasn’t super difficult to undo them as a servant, but obviously, trying to do it by oneself would be a nuisance. Button by button, I exposed more of her back. My heart nearly stopped when I saw the strap of her white bra. When I did, I started to drink in more of her scent, too. The way she really smelled beneath whatever she used to achieve that peach scent. Her real scent, something I hadn’t even smelt during that time I frenzied on my first day here, drove me crazy. Sent me to cloud nine. It was heaven on earth.

“You’re sniffing a lot. You have a cold?”

“N-No… I just…”

“Remember Lilly. Be mature.”

“I just thought… You smelled good… Didn’t mean to be perverted… O-Or make you uncomfortable…”

“... Then thank you. Carry on.”

I don’t think my defense convinced her.

Soon, the shirt was off, and she removed the rest of it herself. It was so nice to see her in a state of undress in a peaceful context. Her bra strap seemed to have various pins holding it together that also seemed to be a pain to remove.

“Yes, Lilly, that too.”

Be mature Lilly. Be mature. Be-

I hastily fumbled to un-clip the bra, and it immediately fell away from her body. I wished I could see *those* in their full glory, but she had her back to me. I think my eyes had turned purple. I felt blood rushing throughout my body, my breathing was loud, fast, and heavy.

“Doing okay?” She asked, still completely unphased, like she always was.

“Yeah!”

“... I can do the rest. Go and fetch the night gown from the wardrobe.”

I reluctantly got to my feet and stood up, heading over to the wardrobe. She hung things up neatly in here, but it was all in an order I didn’t understand. It took me about a minute of looking around to find the nightgown. Possibly because I hung around the door, so that I could take peaks at Ayano. She had turned back around on the bed, and was removing her trousers. Her white panties came into view, and I noticed a speck of my drool land on the carpet. Her breasts were in full view too, pert and large but not obscene. I was taken once more by how perfect her skin was, hairless, tanned, spotless, every pore oozing with sex appeal. She was so curvy. So toned. Strong but beautiful. Delicate yet indestructible. I wanted to run my tongue across every inch of her, eat her up as though she were the world’s hottest ice cream.

I walked back over to her, holding the nightgown. I’d picked up the first one I could find. A violet, vaguely see-through one.

“Help me step inside it, and…”

I placed the nightgown aside and crawled on top of her, burying my head inside that perfect cleavage, releasing the most satisfied sigh I had ever released, running my hands all across the side of her body, sniffing even more of her scent, extending my tongue to lick her, murmuring with pleasure, sliding my hands into the waistband of my panties and-

And she used her foot to push me back onto the floor. Gently, kindly. I was forced into a kneeling position by her authority, and she had her bare foot on my face. I was looking up at her, the world around her fading away into a purple haze, my mind focused entirely on her image.

“Every time we’re alone… Or even when we’re not alone, for that matter… And any time I show you any attention or respect, you do this. I’ve been patient with you, Lilly, but this is becoming a tiresome pattern. Are you trying to embarrass me, Lilly? Do you wish to degrade yourself? You may appreciate me, but we barely know each other. I haven’t heard reports of you attempting to sexually harass anyone else. Explain yourself to me.”

“I…”

My mind was blank. I couldn’t explain myself. How could I? Who cared? I just loved her…

“I just… I just… Want… You… To… Step… Step on me… Harder…”

She obeyed my wishes, suddenly pushing her foot down and grinding my head into the carpet with intense pressure. It wasn’t exactly the cleanest carpet. Hadn’t been hoovered in a while. I licked up a crumb. A crumb from something Ayano had no doubt eaten in the past… Her dried saliva would be on it. An indirect kiss?

“Monstras don’t tend to discriminate between targets. We know them to kill any man and fuck any woman. So I’m not accepting your nature as an excuse. Explain yourself to me. Or else this will be your last night as my handmaiden.”

“You…” It was difficult to speak with my mouth against the carpet, and the pressure on my head, and my lust running wild, “You… Treat me… Like… A… Human…”

“And the others don’t? I’d say the others treat you far more like a human. They treat you like an adult. To me, it feels like I have to treat you like a child.”

“I…”

What did I really like about her, besides her kindness towards me? Was it her body? No, Priscilla was arguably just as hot, and was also kind to me… Her status? No, if anything, her social status was a mark against her… Her food? No, Hugo and his chefs made the meals, not Ayano herself. Her fashion? Who cares, when I just wanted to see her naked.

Was it because she was the *most* kind? She had set me free from a slave contract and was struggling to maintain the lie. Is it because she’s protecting me from overseas politicians and domestic nobles? Maybe, but I didn’t understand that stuff, and I liked her before all of that.

Then I realized.

“You… Were the first… Since the Leywoods… You just… Came first…”

“... I see.”

“And…!” I exclaimed, suddenly thinking of something else, “You… You reign me in… You keep me… From killing everyone in sight… You don’t just treat me like a human… You make me… Make me *feel* human…” I remember thinking about that last week, and I was happy that I just remembered.

“You dominate me. Even without a contract. You demand my respect, you… beat me in a fight. It was the very first fight I had ever lost. You make me weak to the knees with just your voice. It’s your voice. Your smell. Your demeanor, you have an aura nobody else has. You command power that I’d respect even if you were but a common peasant… You…”

She’s everything Gloria Leywood was to me. A sexy woman to dominate me. Only Ayano La Belfonse doesn’t need a slave contract to dominate me.

“I’m just… A useless… Useless girl… With useless powers… With useless urges… I’m broken and beaten and… I don’t know of any other way of life… I don’t know how to respect myself… I want someone who can… Fill all the gaps in my soul. Tell me what to think. Take me out of my own mind. Someone who can save me from myself. You’re the only person I’ve ever met… Who I can trust to do that. My… My senses are very acute. All of them. I notice everything. I used them to notice that you’re the only person in existence who isn’t a fraud. Whose power is genuine. That is why… In such a short time… You have come to mean everything to me.”

The carpet tasted salty all of a sudden. I was crying. I was crying my eyes out, in fact. And I was shivering still, not with lust, but with vulnerability. Slowly, I felt the pressure release from my head.

“Get up on the bed, Lilly. Sit next to me.”

<3 <3 <3

She reached out a hand to help me up. I wiped my eyes and did as she asked, sitting next to her, looking down at my feet. She brought me into an embrace, resting my head against her shoulder. She began to stroke my hair ever so softly.

“You’re a very sweet girl, Lilly.”

“No… I’m not…”

“Yes, you are. You really are. You’re… Much, much too sweet.”

“But… I’m weak…”

“Do you mean our fight? Oh Lilly… It took me everything I had to scrape together that victory… You’re the strongest person I have ever dueled. You’re strong and sweet… The perfect combination…”

She was whispering so softly into my ear. She didn’t sound like Ayano anymore. She sounded like… A goddess of love. She was whispering straight into my soul. I was beginning to feel something I had never felt before well up within me. It was like… a fountain, slowly releasing its waters into my system, flushing out the negativity, slowly spreading all across my body. It wasn’t a shiver of lust, even if it did also make my pussy feel good… Nor was it the unbearable butterflies of infatuation… It… Was so much better… Love… Affection… An appreciation for the beauty of sound.

“Yes… You’re very sweet… But you’ve been… A bad girl. But… You can redeem yourself… So… To encourage you to improve, would you like to know… What I do with good girls?” She whispered, she was even closer now, I could feel her breath in my ear.

“Yes…” I muttered, my faculties of speech failing me.

“I touch them… Ever so softly…”

“... Where…?”

“... Wherever I like, Lilly…”

“I want to touch you too, Ayano…”

“Not until I say you can… You have to be patient… Like a good girl…”

“A good girl? So… If… I’m that…. Then… Then you… Touch… Me… You’ll… Do that… If I’m a good girl?”

“That’s right, Lilly. I want to touch you. I really do. I love the way your eyes sparkle when you look at me. I think about your lips. Your ears. Your nose. I find myself staring at your cleavage. Your thighs. I love the slutty little maid outfit I make you wear… Of all the maids, you look the best in it. Lilly… I often imagine you naked… I… Imagine us… In this situation. I want… I want to see the real you…”

“Me… Too… I… I wanna be… Your bitch…”

“I know you do, Lilly.”

Ayano moves her hand up to my cheek, brushing my hair out of the way. Those crimson eyes of hers are suddenly staring into mine with such lust. It melts me. Her mouth opens, approaching mine. I can’t help it. I’m powerless. I love it. How could I have ever convinced myself that I was ever capable of turning the tables on her? Her lips meet with mine.

Kissing.

A song I had long forgotten enters my head… It’s… A waltz. My tongue soon finds itself dancing to its melody, and somehow, Ayano knows how to move to my tune, leading me effortlessly as our tongues glide back and forth across each other’s mouths, twisting, locking together, loving. We’re moaning softly into each other’s mouths. I can feel the way her body is humming, the pace of her heart beat, the way her muscles tense and relax with every slight movement. The touch of her bare skin supplies me with a comforting warmth that now makes a fire seem cold. We merge together until I can’t tell where I end and she begins, and flesh has never seemed so beautiful to me. Kill me now and this would be my heaven. This was all I wanted.

“Lay down on the bed.”

That moment that felt like an eternity ends too soon as she pulls away, and before I could obey that sultry voice of hers, she lowers me down onto the bed instead. I’m powerless to resist.

“Bark like a dog.”

“... Aaaarf… Arf!”

“You remembered my preference… Good girl…”

“Oh… Oh my god… Praise me more… I love it when you call me that…”

“Only if you behave. Stay still, Lilly.”

My skirt was raised up, exposing my panties. I was wearing a black, lacy pair. I had to wear what I was provided with, after all. She pulled them down. I felt her hot breath teasing my womanhood. I was doing everything in my power not to squirm, but my breaths were already starting to come out as soft moans. I placed my arm over my face to hide my eyes, clutching my hair tightly.

“Moan as loudly as you like… Nobody will hear you,” She said.

“Noo… Don’t… Don’t say that…”

But my false protests were cut short, as she began to run her tongue across the folds of my slit. Running it up and down, back and forth, before switching to use her tongue to slowly circle my clitoris, mercilessly teasing that sensitive little bead.

Naturally, I began to moan loudly. I couldn’t restrain myself. She was even gently biting it now… Oh god… How haven't I frenzied yet… This was beyond any pleasure I had ever felt before…

“I like the way you moan… You taste delicious… You’re being very good to me, Lilly…”

“Everything I am… Belongs to you, Ayano…”

“Good… In that case… I can do this…”

She finally began to enter her tongue inside, pushing past the folds, her mouth and nose pressing up against my pussy, head disappearing between my legs as her tongue began to penetrate the deepest depths of my vagina. It was as though she had already licked me hundreds of times before… In seconds, she found sensitive spots that I had never found by myself. I clamped my thighs around her head, and began to drown her in my seemingly endless flood of arousal. It was amazing, it was intoxicating, I had found heaven, I had beaten life, I had found my destination, I had found love, I had-!

I came, and everything went white. *White*. Not black! Flecks of orange and green covered my vision. Warm, wholesome feelings. I understood. I understood what I had been missing this whole time. Real, genuine connection.

My entire body went limp, my heavy breathing began to slow, and I felt her voice next to my ear again.

“Good girl… Go to sleep now… Sweet dreams…”

Immediately, my consciousness descended into those peaceful unconscious depths. I was likely about to experience the best sleep I had ever had in my life.