Ariel

Ariel showed up at the address. She knocked on the door and waited. She looked down at herself. She knew she looked incredibly sexy in her outfit, and for some reason, she could not wait to act like a maid. She knew how she would do it. If there was a man who could see her, she would only bend at the waist, so he could see up her skirt to her skimpy, ruffled panties, or bend over, so he could look up her top and see her cleavage. She would clean floors on her hands and knees.

Jeremy opened the door, and as soon as Ariel saw him, she fell in love and lust. "Oh my god, you are so sexy!" she blurted out. "I'm here to be your maid."

"Sure, come on in." Jeremy led Ariel in and shut the door.

"As a maid, never forget you are a servant. I am your master. You must obey me. Understand?"

"Yes, sir," said Ariel. Part of her wanted to be upset by this man telling her she was a servant who had to obey him, but the thought of obeying him turned her on.

"You will not speak unless spoken to," continued Jeremy. "If you do a bad job, you will be punished. For example, if the toilets are not clean enough, you'll have to use your tongue. Understand?"

"Yes, sir," said Ariel meekly. The thought of licking a toilet clean repulsed her, but the thought of doing it because this man ordered him to sent a small electric tingle to her loins.

"The cleaning supplies are in the kitchen cabinet. Do a good job, you will demonstrate how clean the kitchen floor is by eating off it."

"Yes, sir."

"Kitchen's through there," said Jeremey jerking his thumb towards the kitchen.

Ariel nodded. As she passed Jeremy, he smacked her on the ass. Again, part of her wanted to find this degrading, but it was really making her horny.