Let her act like a dog

"You know, that's not that easy," you say and gently rub Mias shoulder, "by law everyone who lays hand on a nobles weapons must be punished by either **** or ****."

"What?" Mia asks shocked, "but master ... I didn't wanted to hurt anyone. I ... please don't do this. I beg you. Please forgive me."

"Sorry but I can't," you say with false strictness, "as a noble I have to fulfill the law. But there is a exception."

"What is it?" asks Mia, "I do anything."

"The law only is for human, elves and other intelligent species," you explain, "it doesn't count for pets. If you are a pet like a cat or a dog and just haven't noticed it until now then you would be free to go."

"You are joking, right?" asks Mia shocked, "this must be a bad joke."

"How dare you are?" you say and act hurt, "I never joke about the law."

"I'm sorry, I didn't meant to upset you, sir," Mia says quickly, "it's just ... what do you want me to do?"

"Very simple," you say smiling, "go on all fours and act like a good dog so I don't have to punish you for taking my sword without permission."

"I can't believe this is happening," mumbles Mia as she kneels in front of you, "why did this happen to me all the time."

"Dogs don't speak," you say strict and tip her nose, "bark for me!"

"Waff," mumbles Mia weak and unwilling, "that's embarrassing. Is this really necessary, my lord?"

"It is, my dear," you say and pet her head, "except you prefer the dungeon."

"Waff," barks Mia as an answer.

This time she is louder and more realistic. You smile satisfied and push her on your bed where she lays with her arms and legs raised like a young puppy.

"Oh my God you are such a cute puppy," you say playfully and carcass your maids belly, "I can't help myself. I just want to cuddle with you."

"Waff, Waff, "barks Mia who seems to begin to enjoy it.

"Well, who is a good dog?" you ask playfully and tickle your maid, "is it you? Are you a good dog?"

"Waff," barks Mia and pushes her head against your arm, "I'm a good dog for you, my lord. I promise."

"I know you are," you say and smile, "and you are so cute. I wish you would be a real pet so I could adopt you."

You decide that this enough fun and offer Mia your hand to pull her up. She gladly accepts and you pull her up. You pull her directly into your arms and embrace her so your faces are only centimeters apart. Mia immediately blushes and looks to the ground. But she didn't fights it. She rather enjoys yout attention.

"Would you really adopt me?" Mia asks and rests her head on your chest, "I'm afraid I would be a very bad dog. I'm sure I would ruined your garden and steal your meat every day."

"I know nobody I would like to adopt more then you," you answer and hug her tight, "maybe not as a dog. You are rather a naughty, fluffy cat. Well at least this was fun. Don't worry, I never war really mad at you. But now we should moving! You still have work to do and I must prepare for tomorrow. My father travels to the capital today and he takes my brother with him. I will be in charge of the castle, the town and the lands around."

"Really?" she asks unsure, "that's a surprise, my lord, I was not aware of that. I am just a servant. But I promise to serve you as well as always."

"I know," you say and let Mia go, "well it is already time for lunch. I guess I should say goodbye to my family. And you be a goos pet and wiggle your tail a little when you are happy."

Instead of an answer {maid_anme} leaves your room. She watches you one last time over her shoulder and you somehow belive that she looks sad.