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The daily lives of maids and masters

[Kurtis can't remember how long ago he took in his maid... not exactly, anyways. Nor can he remember when he first took advantage of her (though it was very nearly the next day). She was willing to be his toy, and he was all too happy to play with her. His duties—mostly to do with the handling of delicate information—are such that he frequently needed time to destress, and having a designated receptacle for all of his whims and preferences is a handy thing.

That she's such a dedicated maid is ultimately a side benefit for her "night services," to him.

As it stands, today has started off with his morning tea being taken at his desk, while he reads through his numerous briefings. Today, he's opted to have his maid follow her duties up by ducking underneath his desk. His cock is currently laying on her face, its by now all-too-familiar length and weight pressing against her face as he does his work. He has her wait there, on her knees like a dog in need of a treat, before...]

Alright. Suck. [He says it casually, turning to his next page.]

A baker's dozen

[For the past few weeks since she's arrived here, Kurtis's mansion's newest member has only been referred to as '13,' whatever her past name was. How she got there is ultimately a sad story, with her being somehow abducted and sent through human trafficking channels until she's wound up in this home... but at least so far, things haven't been overwhelmingly terrible.

She's been given an outfit to wear, a maid outfit, complete with stockings and heels, cut flirtatiously to hug her curves just so. She's given food, water, a stable form of employment handling cleaning... even a good amount of free time to herself to ponder her new place in life. She rarely sees her new owner outside of 'training,' which so far has only either meant overseeing her as she takes on a new task to ensure she learns the proper way to do it... or resting inside of a sensory deprivation tube, as pretty, glowy pink lights play for her and soft whispers tickle her consciousness—quiet, subtle messages that reassure her, tell her that this is her life, that she is comfortable, that there is no reason to disobey or escape.

What's strange is some of the random rules that he's imposed... like how she's no longer allowed to cut her own hair (and the other twelve girls won't do more than simply trim her bangs), or how some of the other girls' outfits had them wearing decidedly less—from 4's tight top that showed off clear nipple ring lines through it, to 1's wearing nearly nothing at all, it seems like there's some kind of strangeness going on around here... but so far, it's strangeness that hasn't directly touched her life yet.]

MILF and nookies

[An audacious college-aged young man, Kurtis is very aware of a certain woman who stays in his apartment complex. Of course he is, he'd been aware of her since he'd seen his first AV. Watching a pretty young thing posing and fucking like a bitch in heat was a foundational moment of his youth, and when he realized that she was that same actress he... took his time, to figure out how her life was.

He'd made casual conversation, of course. Found out that her husband was away until late at night working for some stuffy company, all the time. That he frequently went on trips. There was no way he was satisfying a slut like that—they didn't even have kids. So, Kurtis decided that such a fine woman should be his. Such is why he invited her over to his apartment to discuss something of grave importance.

Such is why he's wearing loose clothes, a hoodie and sweats that are comfy and easy to remove. It's also why a copy of her AV is sitting right on his coffee table, directly in front of him.]

You should lock the door. I think you understand the gravity of the situation just from this, right?