The Return of Angela

Despite the bad night, you get up with energy: you put on your maid's uniform and put on your make-up as if your life depended on being as seductive as possible.

You want to make breakfast for Master Andrew and take it to bed. You want to be a good maid. Maybe then you can appeal for some mercy, a chance to stop this, if the nausea of jealousy is too much to bear. Or, if there is no other choice and the meeting between him and Angela has to happen, let him at least allow you the key that frees your member and drowns your sorrows in shameful jerking off.

As you carry the breakfast tray to her bedroom door, you feel a knot in your stomach. Before knocking on the door, you are assaulted by the thought of finding your Master in bed, sleeping naked, with his huge sex hanging out, perhaps with a morning erection.

This good maid has very perverted thoughts.

As you expected, the sight of your master leaves you breathless for a second. The smell of his room invades your body and takes hold of you. It smells like in your dreams.

You can see that he is naked under the sheet that barely outlines the outline of his huge member. With his carefree and casual attitude he invites you in.

"Good morning, Lily... you look beautiful so early..."

His seductive voice makes you melt.

You serve breakfast in silence, nervous to impress your master. You place the tray on the bed next to him. As you lean in, you notice how one of his fingers brushes your thigh.

"I didn't expect so much... progress from you, kitten. I see we are approaching a climax in your training. You will soon begin to see the results. But first..."

Andrew stops stroking you and grabs your chastity cage out of the blue. You stand up, upset, but he stares into your eyes and you can't escape that gaze.

"Tonight I will have a guest. We will have wild and loud sex all night long. I don't want you to be distracted, so I've prepared an audio file so you don't have to listen to a black alpha male putting a dumb white girl in her place. I want you to listen to the file and go to sleep. May you dream one of your sweet dreams, OK?"

You swallow saliva. Your eyes drift to the key hanging over Andrew's pecs. He doesn't even take it off to sleep. So much is his commitment to you. It doesn't feel like the key to a device that frustrates you sexually and emasculates you. It feels like the key to your heart.

Will he wear it hanging too as he penetrates Angela tonight?

"Of course, master. I'll do anything you tell me."

Andrew loosens your chastity cage and you regain your composure.

"Very well, kitten. Do your daily chores and keep an eye on the phone. I'll text you when we're about to get home so you have time to hide in your room and play the audio file, OK?"

Your master begins to devour the breakfast you have so lovingly prepared for him. At first you only manage to nod your head in agreement, then you add:

"Yes, Master. I hope you have a good night and enjoy it."

"Thank you, little one. You may retire."

With some regret in your chest, you leave the room. Your master departs shortly after, leaving you home alone. You pick up his tray and the smell of the sheets catches you. In a few hours, in that same bed, Angela will once again be at the mercy of your master. He will be her master. Would that make her a partner?

You start with your daily tasks, trying to distract your thoughts. It's a quietful day, alone at home, making everything perfect for the coming couple. You take some proud of your work, even if you prefer being the one who bonded with Andrew... you mean, Angela. Having lost track of time, you check your phone. But it's not the time that catches your attention: you accidentally set the image of Master Andrew's cock as your wallpaper last night. Unable to take your eyes off it, you think about how that same member will be inside the your crush, making her enjoy it like a bitch in heat.

And with a fresh look at that photograph, you plop down on the couch. Reality hits you. He dominates you. Or rather: he owns you. You have been at his mercy for days. A part of you is always with him, hanging around his beautiful neck. So maybe, Andrew fucking Angela is like you, in a way, fucking her too.

It's not a competition. It's your best friend. Your master. He only wants what's best for you.

It seems clear and yet it doesn't seem like your words. You don't understand what strange feelings have awakened in you, but your renewed respect for Andrew fills you with joy.

The message. Flashing over the image of your master's member.

You run to hide in your room, but a part of you still refuses to put on the headphones and listen to the audio file. You wait, in the gloom of your room. You take a long breath and wait.

The sound of keys in the door.

They whisper and laugh. They exchange passionate kisses. The door to your master's room slams shut.