Sophia’s POV

When Leo went on this mission to hunt down what he believed to be a Dream Elemental, he had warned me beforehand that if he found it, then there was a decent chance that he’d stop talking to me in the middle of a conversation and fall asleep, so I wasn’t all that worried when it happened. Though, I was mildly concerned that something might happen to his body if I left it there in the middle of the woods, so I brought him back to the subspace, and laid him down on our bed while I went to take care of some things in Hell.

Now that we have the full intellectual might of the Dwarven Village on our side, our preparations for reaching the moon have been progressing at a kind of insane pace. We’ve already built the vessel that should allow Leo to reach the moon on his world, and Leo’s even set up a weird sort of teleportation system that I don’t quite understand. Basically, he set up a bunch of sticks in the middle of the subspace, but weren’t attached to our house at all, and by running his mana through one of the sticks, a gate would open up to whichever specific place it happened to connect to. Now all we need to do is wait for the moon over his Earth to be in the best position, and he’ll finally be able to test everything out, and verify the efficacy of our plan.

Even assuming everything goes okay though, it’ll still be a long time before I’m able to steal the moon over Hell. For one thing, the moon that I’m planning to go to is way farther away than the moon that Leo plans on going to. For another, in my case, traveling to the moon and back is the easiest part, the harder part will be actually putting the moon in my subspace that I’ve prepared for it and binding it. Our preparations for that part of the project are far from complete, as both Sean and Veronica have a lot of practice they still need to do before they’re ready.

Not that either of them are particularly slouching, more so that the job in question is just that difficult. Asking Veronica to stretch her range to be able to encompass the full diameter of the moon, and preferably with a little room to spare, is tantamount to asking her to grow her power to be on par with the strongest of Titled, despite only being a Marked. It’s possible, yes, but insanely difficult. Meanwhile, Sean has an even larger challenge in front of him.

He’s been tasked with essentially functioning as an extremely large backup mana battery for the both of us, which presents a pretty glaring issue. Becoming Titled, and shedding the ‘outer shell’ of your soul, as Leo calls it with his Russian Nesting Doll analogy, somewhat changes the very nature of your mana. You become closer to your Core Self, after all, so your own existence tends to color the magic that you can use. To give an example:

Imagine that Veronica is an extremely talented rookie Bowman, and I’m a master Spearman, while Sean is an expert with the sword. Now, the three of us are all given sticks, and we’re attempting to fight a monster with them. Veronica, obviously, is going to attach a string to her stick, and use it as a bow, meanwhile, I am going to use my stick as a spear. However, Sean is not permitted to use his stick as a sword in this analogy, and instead, will have to perfectly copy Veronica’s style of bowmanship, as well as my style of Spearmanship. His current difficulty is that he has thousands upon thousands of years of practicing his sword, and due to that, he has a lot of ingrained habits that he needs to be consciously aware of, and learn how to remove. You don’t stab with a bow, after all, nor do you really swing around a spear.

Fortunately, the magics that Veronica and I are using aren’t inherently opposed to Sean’s specialty of the Ocean. If the plan involved me using my Flame, for example, it would be practically impossible for Sean to assist me. However, both Binding and Space magic are…neutral, in a way. Similar to Contract Magic, both are fields that anyone can do, regardless of what their specialties are.

After several hours of giving Sean some helpful advice about Space Magic, and getting into a fight with Veronica about the definition of the word ‘scam’, I made my way back home to the subspace. Leo would probably be waking up soon after all, and I wanted to give him a little surprise when he did.

“Good morning Soph.”

“Good Evening, Master. You have slept throughout the day, and the sun set a few hours ago. Did you accomplish what you hoped?”

I was back in my maid uniform! Now new and improved, with a higher skirt length, garters, and extra frills for that perfect blend of professional and kinky!! After years of slight adjustments, I’d finally completed the perfect uniform, allowing for peak debauchery as well as peak service!!! Fuck yeah!!!

Leo chuckled, and played along with my maid fetish, as I’ve made sure he’s grown rather accustomed to. “Indeed, my cute little maid, I have successfully obtained the core of a Dream Elemental. Soon I’ll be able to use Dream Magic in my everyday life without risking potentially collapsing people’s minds.” He said, while swinging his legs over the side of the bed and standing up, his clothes having mysteriously vanished while he was asleep. Who knows what could have happened to them…who could have potentially undressed him…and for what nefarious purposes…

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“Master, that looks rather uncomfortable. Is the pressure too intense?” I asked with complete innocence, looking at a certain part of his anatomy that was currently pointed towards the ceiling, rather than hanging down as it usually did. He glanced downwards, taking in his current state, and apparently deliberating over what kind of morning/night he wanted to have.

“It would seem,” He said once he’d made a decision, “That a certain naughty little maid undressed her Master, so that she could take advantage of him…I do believe that this calls for a certain degree of punishment, wouldn’t you agree little maid?” What?? No!!! This isn’t what I wanted, I wanted a steamy service moment, not a punishment scene!!! How do I fix this…

“Master,” I said, voice slightly trembling with anticipation. Okay, while I’d definitely prefer the service scene, it’s not like I’m actually opposed to a punishment scene instead. Both have their merits. “I was simply concerned about the sheets!! Sleeping in clothes would make you sweat into them, and dirty them! I-I-I had no intention of taking advantage of your naked state, I swear, Master!”

He seemed to deliberate over the bullshit that I’d just spewed. We both have basically no reaction to external temperature, so Leo hasn’t sweat outside of physical exertion since the moment he underwent his baptism. However, there’s a certain barrier of realism that we both try not to cross whenever we’re doing roleplay, so I was hoping that he’d accept that complete bullshit of an answer for the sake of suspended disbelief.

A wicked grin seemed to spread across his face, as my stomach sank, yet my heart leapt. That’s the same look he gets whenever he gives me an impossible choice in a chess game, and I have to choose whether to sacrifice my queen or my rook. “So rather than a naughty little maid, you are instead a lazy maid? Tell me, were you not planning on washing the sheets anyway? That seems like a failure on your end to properly do your job.”

Shit!!! He completely got me!! Now I have to choose, am I going the full punishment route, and admitting to trying to take advantage of the Master, earning-ahem, I mean submitting-ahem, I mean receiving a harsh time in our punishment room, or am I going the lazy maid route, which I have never explored before. Will I get a punishment scene? Or will I get a ‘forgiveness with a second chance at service’ scene? I decided to roll the dice and leave my sexual fate in the hands of the Gods, as I replied, “Indeed Master, I was of the opinion that if the sheets did not get dirty, then there was no need to wash them.”

Now the ball’s in his court, what’ll it be Leo?! He deliberated for almost a full minute, while I struggled to maintain my breathing properly. “Hmmm…a first offense for laziness…I shouldn’t let it go unpunished, as that would allow for the potential of repeated offenses, however it’s justified enough to not warrant a trip to the Dungeon…Whatever shall I do with you?” He asked, as he stalked his way towards me, and I felt the anticipation rise higher and higher.

“I believe a light punishment is in order. Place your head on the wall.” He snapped his fingers.

“Yes Master.”

I said immediately, then turned around, and put the majority of my body weight on the wall through my forehead, while my hands were folded on the small of my back. It was a pose that he’d drilled into me relentlessly. And yes, I do mean ‘drilled’. Almost a full minute passed, as I stood there, waiting, until…I felt something brush against my thigh. He lifted up my skirt, revealing my completely uncovered ass and practically dripping wet vagina. I made a point to not wear underwear so that he could throw me down and take me whenever he felt like it. He then placed the hem of my skirt next to my hands, and commanded,

“Hold.”

“Yes Master” I replied, and held onto the skirt, completely exposing myself to him as I waited…and waited…before…

Clap!! A sting on my left buttock. I fought to remain silent, and succeeded.

Clap!! Goddamn it, the same exact spot?? Not cool!!

Clap!! Shit, seriously, move around a little bit, I have a whole Ass, stop hitting the same spot!! I won’t be able to stay silent otherwise!!

Clap!! Again, and again, and again. I grit my teeth and bore it, and eventually…

He spun me around, and my positioning made me completely unbalanced so I fell against the wall. His hand was gently around my throat, and he leaned in and whispered in my ear, “I trust that you’ve learned your lesson about being lazy, my maid?”

“Yes Master”, I wheezed out. He wasn’t squeezing my throat hard enough to actually make it difficult to breathe, but was definitely squeezing hard enough so that I could feel it in my head. Apparently, it’s more about where you’re applying pressure to, than it is about how much pressure you’re applying, but I don’t really know, since he won’t let me touch his neck. It’s kind of a thing of his, and to this day, trying out choking him is the only time I’ve ever actually seen him break out the safeword, ‘Cocytus’.

He grinned, and whispered, “Good girl.” Then took his hand that was pinning me to the wall by the neck, and grabbed my uniform with it, fighting gravity to bring me gently to my knees, putting my face directly in front of the target that I was initially going for. So, 'Justifiably Lazy Maid' gets an annoying type of punishment, leading into service, I mentally noted down. We have a lot of little ‘scene archetypes’ that I’ve compiled over the years, so that whenever I’m in a particular mood, I know how to generate the specific situation that I’m trying to get. Though, Leo doesn’t really make it easy on me, and will occasionally pull off something like this, where he twists my actions around on me to give me the opposite of what I’m obviously shooting for. It’s utterly infuriating, but also ridiculously fun.

“Dig In.”