You Insist

"Sorry, Mistress, but I was told Master's orders," you inform her obediently. You would not be bending the rules on the first day! "I must insist."

Sarah sighs, sitting back down on her gamer chair. "Well, I don't want to get you in trouble... I really need to talk to Father about this!" Pouting, she gestures to the room. "It's all yours, I guess. And sorry again about the mess, I'll try and be cleaner next time!"

"It's no problem, Mistress!" You reply, getting to work on the room. As Sarah returns to her game, you start on the floor. You work silently and efficiently, moving around the room like an expert. Working in a college, you were used to cleaning up after kids. After tossing out all the discarded snack wrappings and bottles, you begin moving her clothes into her hamper. This takes quite a while, seemingly the girl's entire wardrobe lying on the ground. It feels weird to handle another woman's underwear, but nonetheless, you do your duty.

Finally, you move on to her bed. As you are making it, you hear a soft voice ask "Hey... hey, Morgan?"

Turning around, you see Sarah as turned her chair to face you. With the way she was sitting, legs slightly spread, you could see her cameltoe peeking out between her legs. Shaking your head, you **** yourself to look at her face. You immediately regret your perverted gaze. Her eyes were serious and sad, almost on the verge of tears. "Y-Yes, Mistress?" You ask, wondering if you did something wrong.

"I'm... I'm really sorry about my family," she says, blushing cutely. "I know they are... inappropriate with the staff. I'm just really sorry you have to deal with that. It... it isn't right."

You were taken aback by her sincerity. This was so different than your experience so far with the head family. "It's... it's okay, Mistress, I... I'll be alright."

"I know it's just... well, if you ever need anything just tell me, okay? It can be anything, and I promise it won't get back to Father." You smile at her kind words, though you have no idea what you would possibly ask her for. Despite the wholesome conversation, you cannot stop glancing down at her camel toe. Perhaps it was the sexually charged activities of the day, but you cannot stop checking her out!

Luckily, she does not notice your perverted looks. Glancing over at the clock, she stands up, sadly taking away your eye candy. "Crap, it's almost time for dinner! I need to get dressed or Dad's gonna kill me. He hates when we're late!" Running to the closet, she starts looking for an outfit. "You can go, Morgan. You've cleaned more than enough!"

Part of you wants to contest the point, the room still needing a lot of work, but you decide against it. She was your superior, after all, Grabbing the laundry and giving her a slight bow, you exit the room.