The morning

Knock, knock. The knocking was soft but audible.

“Come in” said Julia “I’m already awake.”

Maria opened the door and walked into the room, as always inside of the mansion she was wearing a naughty maid uniform which revealed more than it covered. The hostess was awake, but she was still lying in her bed. When the maid opened the curtains she sat up and outstretched her arms, the quilt slipped down and exposed her huge breasts; as usual she had slept naked, but neither of the women were bothered by the nudity.

Maria took a mat from a wardrobe and laid it on the floor. Julia got up from the bed and began her customary morning exercises, still completely naked. It was just a short five minute workout to stretch the sinews after the night and get the blood pumping. The maid meanwhile made the bed.

“Did you sleep well, Missus Julia?” she asked politely with her cute Spanish accent.

“Yes, thank you. I’m ready to welcome a new day.”

“You look fresh and beautiful as always.”

“You’re sweet, but that’s a lie. I might be fresh, but without the makeup I look terrible.”

“You know it’s not true.”

Maria finished making the bed and added:

“I’ll lie out the clothes for you while you’re in the bathroom, Missus Julia. Please, get down soon, I’ll have breakfast ready.”

“Thank you” replied the hostess “I’ll be right there.”

Washing her face and brushing her teeth did not take that much time, but applying the makeup was much more time-consuming. Maria was partially right, Julia did not look bad in the morning with her face somewhat sleepy, but clean. Despite her age she still looked relatively youthful and had barely any wrinkles on her face. It did not mean though that she could not look any better, properly applied makeup turned her into a real sex bomb, a hot cougar. She usually wore a natural one, but with slight additions of bimbo aesthetics, red lips were the most prominent such feature.

Her outfit was already lying on the bed when she returned to the bedroom, although the term “outfit” might be an overstatement. There was a pink lacy bra, one which would support Julia’s breasts, but not cover them because it was cupless. Next to it was an equally pink lacy thong, but the cougar did not put it on yet; first she reached for a small anal plug and a bottle of lubricant. With experienced moves she lubricated her backdoor and the toy, then carefully slid it inside; a red jewel began to sparke between her full buttocks. Next to put on was a suspender belt, of the same set as the rest of the lingerie. Julia then carefully rolled stockings up her long legs, the nylons were sheer, pink and had subtle pattern running up their side; with almost theatrical motions she attached the stockings to the belt. Only then she put on the panties. There was one more item to be worn - a nipple chain; it was light, delicate and made of real gold. The clamps held firmly to her nipples, but their squeeze was not overly hard; this was an ornamental item, not a part of bondage gear. Julia picked the rest of the jewellery herself, it was tasteful and subtle which contrasted with the naughty lingerie. The outfit was completed by a pair of purple patent heels on fifteen centimetre tall stilettos; they had also been laid out by the maid and there were no more clothes prepared.

When the hostess got downstairs Maria was finishing the breakfast preparations. She brought the plate into the room and laid it on the table.

“I laid the panties already?” the maid asked almost apologetically “I’m sorry, Missus Julia, that was my mistake. Please, bend over the table, so I can help you take them off, so you can fully enjoy your breakfast.”

Without a word of complaint the cougar obediently bent over and Maria pulled the lacy thong down her long legs.

“There you go” said the maid with a smile as her employer stood up “much better now. Please sit down” she added as she pulled away the chair.

A large realistic penis-shaped dildo was attached to it.

Everyone acted as if their morning behavior was perfectly normal. The maid carried in the rest of the meal, then finally brought a tea kettle, she poured it into an empty porcelain cup. Julia loved coffee almost as much as tea, but she rarely drunk it in the morning.

“Bon appétit” Maria’s French accent was surprisingly accurate.

“Thank you, Maria” replied the hostess and began to casually eat her meal.

As soon as she did that the dildo inside of her pussy began to vibrate slowly. She let out a soft moan, but continued the meal.

Julia ate her whole breakfast with appetite and without any signs of discomfort, even though the sex toys were impossible to fully ignore, especially the sizeable dildo. The vibrations were constant but not strong enough to even bring her close to the edge. When she was sipping the remnants of her tea Maria showed up again.

“Mister Jonatan will be here in thirty minutes” she said “I’ve laid out the rest of your clothes on your bed.”

“What would I have done without you, Maria?”

“Funny you say that” the maid made a small but devious smile “half an hour is a lot of time and I thought that you could remain in your chair for a few more minutes.”

“I take it that you had already thought of ways to entertain me” replied Julia with a smile.

“Nothing too fancy” with these words the maid turned the vibrations up.

“Mhmm…” the hostess moaned audibly.

“Missus Julia, you’re such a slut” Maria turned the toy up even more.

“MHMM.”

“Aren’t you?” she asked, the devious smile grew larger on her pretty young face and suggested that she was expecting an answer.

“Yesss…” the hostess closed her eyes, but the expression of delight remained on her face.

“Yes what, Missus Julia?”

Up went the vibrations.

“MHMMM! YES, I’m a slut!” she opened her eyes and grinned back at the maid.

Maria turned the vibrator to maximum, but soon turned it back down; she did not turn it off though. She put the remote on the table in front of the hostess and went behind her chair. She put her arms around it and grabbed Julia’s breasts, gently at first, but then her small palms began to grope the large orbs more possessively. Slowly Maria’s hands moved towards her employer’s nipples. Once she reached them she grabbed the clamps, she pulled and twisted them slightly.

“Ahh” there was little sign of pain in Julia’s voice, mostly excitement.

Maria suddenly squeezed the clamps harder between her fingers.

“AHH” Julia cried out.

The maid pulled the clamps forward.

“AHHH!” the pain in the hostess’ voice was audible, but she did not move or protest in any form.

Maria let the clamps go, the chain dangled for a moment causing more discomfort, but the pain was gone. The maid returned to the table and took back the remote; she turned the vibrations to maximum.

“MHMM!”

“Would you like to cum, Missus Julia?” she asked with the devious smile returning to her face.

“Yesss…”

“You’re such a slut, Missus Julia.”

“MHMM YESS”

“But that’s not the right time to cum” the maid turned down the vibrations to minimum “Mister Jonatan will be here soon and you should get ready” she feigned an innocent look.

The hostess was breathing heavily for a short while, but composed herself quickly.

“You little devil” she said with a grin “just wait till evening. I’ll deal with you appropriately.”

“But you have a meeting with the painter in the evening, Missus Julia” Maria was a personification of innocence.

“Sometimes I think you’re too smart” Julia winked.

“Thank you, Missus Julia. Let me help you get up.”

With the maid’s assistance the hostess got up from the dildo and then began to walk to her room. Maria’s voice stopped her.

“Don’t forget about your panties, Missus Julia.”

The maid was dangling the thong on her finger, the innocent expression remained on her face. The employer returned, took the panties and finally went upstairs; she did not put the thong on until she reached her room.

The outfit Maria had prepared was, just like her maid uniform, a naughty version of a professional business suit. The light purple blouse would have been more suitable for a party than office. Not only it had a relatively deep cleavage, but also was semi-transparent; it would leave no doubt as to what kind of bra Julia was wearing. The dark purple skirt was not professional either, it was incredibly tight and ended only several centimetres below the buttocks; it could be considered flirty at least. Julia took off the nipple chain, but kept the plug in; she put on the panties and the other two items and went down to meet Jonatan.