A Maid‘s Debut

The TV suddenly flickered back to life.

A French news channel played—a beautiful brunette weather presenter spoke in soft, seductive Parisian tones.

Lisa smiled. “Let’s add a little culture.”

Click.

Ben’s lips parted. “Eh… mon dieu… what—what eez… ‘appening to my voice…?”

His words now carried a flawless French accent—each syllable an erotic invitation.

Lisa moaned with delight. “That. Is. Delicious.”

Then she found the wardrobe button—a little clothes hanger symbol.

Click.

A sparkle shimmered across Ben’s form. His casual clothes disappeared, replaced by a black-and-white French maid outfit—tight corset, lace-trimmed skirt, thigh-high stockings, delicate heels. A frilly headpiece completed the look.

Ben gasped. “I… I cannot… zis ees…”

“You can, my sweet little maid,” Lisa whispered, circling him like a predator. “You exist for my pleasure now. And you love it.”

Click.

Ben stood straighter, smiled shyly. “Oui, Miss. I want to serve…”

Lisa gently lifted the edge of his skirt with her finger, revealing the soft lace of his panties beneath.

“Good girl.”