A Sub-Maid track...

You hook the player up to your screen and grab your own pair of headphones. Time to see what was hidden in those files... but first you had to select a Track. You tap on one at random and peruse the modifiers.

Track: Sub
Template/Fixation: Arthur Benweiller
Enforcement method: Pleasure Cycle
Modifiers:
• Blank Past
• Servant: Maid
• Obedience: Moderate
• Response to Template: Arousal
• Morality: Sinful
• Temperament: Tease
+ Add More

Feeling dirty, you click on the + Add More option, just to cover your bases. “Jesus...” The list went on and on. Ordered alphabetically, it had long rows of Servant:, Fetish:, Kink:, Morality:, and Response: options. It actually made you a little ill reading some of them. In your haste to close the pop-up menu you accidentally add • Fetish: Anal to the end of the list. “Eww...” You hadn’t even known that happened till you were in your twenties and you’d done your best to pretend the practice never existed ever since. You look for a “remove” option but nothing obvious pops out at you. Feeling vaguely nauseous, you click the “Play” button and brace yourself...

Nothing happens. You frown, looking closer. In the depths of the monitor you can see a faint shimmering, like far away waves moving in a dark night. You lean in farther, trying to make out anything else. Was this it? You feel your curiosity ebb, like it was offended at finding so little. No... no, there has to be more. You look closer and the shimmering seems to become clearer but makes no more sense than before... then the music kicks in. Boombom... Boombom... It sounds almost like a heartbeat, strong and relaxed.

It was oddly comforting. You feel your muscles relax, your frown fades as your tension dissipates. It wasn’t so bad, watching the waves shimmer in the screen. It’d be even better with the lights off. You edge out of your seat, not taking your eyes from the screen as you stretch for the light switch. It’s difficult because you can’t take the headphones off but you manage, letting out a contented sigh as the rest of the room goes dark and you can focus on the delightful swirls of color that were creeping onto the screen...

Several days later
Arthur Benweiller’s estate
South of Los Angeles

“What?” Arthur Benweiller called out impatiently. His old age had mellowed him somewhat but he still wasn’t fond of unexpected guests. “Thought I told those idiot security boys to keep away the damned salesmen...” he grumbled under his breath. Reaching his front door, he wrenched the solid mechanism open and glared at the intruder. He blinked.

Before him stood a tall, shapely Latina woman dressed in a maid outfit straight out of an adult costume shop. She grinned at his astonishment, biting her lip as her eyes roamed up and down his body, “Hello Handsome. Room Service?” She pushed a bag into his arms and stepped back demurely, clasping her hands together so that her arms perfectly framed her modest breasts.

“Wha... who...?”

She turned her head shyly, hand tracing the lace patterns of the costume up her stomach, “I’m not really sure who I was but I know who I am. I just remember beautiful lights... and when I woke up in an apartment, cold and alone, I just knew I had to find you. I am your servant after all. And it’s a servants place to please her master...” She takes a slow, deliberate step forward in her black high heels, “So I took the money from the apartment, bought a uniform, drove till I got here and now...” Her delicate fingernails were tracing across the soft skin of her breasts, one finger circling a nipple through the tented fabric of the revealing corset, “I’m ready to serve you.”

An annoyed looking security guard stalked up behind her, followed by another wearing a broad grin and shamelessly eying the sexy maid. “You could avoid future ‘delays’ if you told us when you were expecting company... Sir.” Mr. Benweiller was too dumbfounded to respond, unconsciously stepping aside as the beautiful woman brushed past with a giggle and a lingering hand on his shoulder. She spun around, letting the thigh-length frilly skirt raise enough to show the naked curve of her ass, before fixing him with a sultry come-hither look and retreating to the kitchen. Ignoring his security, Arthur dazedly pushed the door shut and followed his new servant into the kitchen.