Manners cost nothing...

She can't see it, but you nod your head and continue walking. You don't want to be rude after all. The Mistress was kind enough to let you come here afterall....you find yourself suddenly puzzled. Why DID you come here? A distant voice in your head trys to say something, but it seems so very very far away now.

"Here we are." The Maid stops in front of a beautifully intricate black door, the frame itself having ice pattern designs, and the door having flame patterns along the edges, 8 panels show different designs of women in different forms of Bondage. The wood smells of roses and fine leather. The Maid turns to you and looks you over, to inspect you. You find yourself standing at attention for some reason that you can't quite place.

"Hm. Good." She lifts your skirt, causing your breath to catch in your throat. She then strokes your pussy, causing you to moan lewdly, abandoning all sake of pretense. "Yes. The Mistress will be pleased. You may step through the Door, she will see you now with your request."

You step forward and open the door, a small look of puzzlement on your face as you step through the portal to a beautifully detailed study. Request? You came here asking something of the Mistress? What would you ask of her? You rack your brain to think of what the request was, but you're so horny right now you can't think of anything but sex. It certainly doesn't help when you enter the room and find the Mistress herself, who is nothing short of a Sex Goddess looking at you.

She stands up, her black hair perfectly frames her beautiful face, as her icy blue eyes seem to stare into your soul. You find yourself transfixed by her eyes, her perfect lips full and ruby red, the lip gloss on them giving them the look of overly polished latex. Her outfit compliments it, a simple Leather Corset with red highlights and latex string tying it together. Her heels click as she walks over to you, revealing her latex covering stockings with intricate patterns of roses and bats on them that come up to a leather miniskirt. She steps in front of you, causing you to lower your head for some reason, to inspect you closely. The smell of her perfume...or is it her pheremones? is heady and strong as you inhale, smelling Jasmine and Hot Tea. She moves one perfectly gloved hand to lift your chin up, having you meet her eyes again. If she wanted to, she could just say 'Cum' and you would instantly. Instead she asks a simple question.

"So my dear. You have come to my home with what my Head Maid says is a....Request?"

You nod dumbly, unable to speak, let alone remember anything more then 10 minutes ago. She lets go of your chin, walking around you slowly, inspecting you in great detail.

"Well my dear. We are always on the lookout for more Help. My dear Maid is so overworked these days and would be happy to have a Sister Maid." She lifts up your skirt and lighty grazes a single finger on your throbbing lips, causing you to softly pant. Her face registers a faint smile as she moves her gloved hand to her lips and licks the bead of wetness off. "You certainly seem to like the idea. Is that why you came here? To Serve?"

Your blink for a moment, your mind is hazy and can't think straight. Serving seems like a wonderful idea, and why else would you come here like this? The ever distant voice, so teeny and far away, seems to have gotten only slightly louder....