If your Happy Maid is Xiang...

You play with yourself, and your thoughts drift away, as if you body takes over.

You are a Roman ****. You have been bought fresh from the market. Your wrists and your ankles are restrained in heavy manacles, and you wear a steel collar. A chain connects all these, so you can only shuffle slowly. There mere thought about this sends waves of pleasuring heat through your body.

Your new Master informs you, that he intends to use you as his bedslave. You are sent away to be trained to please your Master. Other female slaves and some male instructors teach you how to make your Master happy. What he likes and dislikes. But while you are trained, you stay always shackled and restrained. One day, you dare asking about this, and a fellow bedslave answers: "Master likes us tied and restrained. He likes to look at our helpless bodies. He will always keep you in tight bondage. Never hope to be free again..."

You moan and sigh, fingering yourself, while images and scenes are unfolding: Your Master fucks you every night, always tied in various positions. Legs wide spread or ankles chained together. To the bed or to the furniture. **** to lie helpless or bend over for easy access to your buttocks.

Your fingers work frantically on your nether lips and your clit, and you cum with load moaning and panting, suppressing a scream that certainly would be heard through the house.

As you open your eyes, lying exhausted in the armchair, your legs spread, your body slumped, you see the housemaid Xiang standing in the open door. Shock and shame grip you, and your face turns crimson. You try to cover yourself, but the young woman just stands there.

"Can I get you anyt'in', Ma'am?", she asks, in that thick Asian accent that seems to emphasize every syllable like a word and sometimes swallows endings.

You shake your head.