You are here for the main quest

Though you are curious on just how far you can really go with the staff, you chose this game for the main story, so main story you will complete. Leaning into your role, you tell the maid “I’m sure my mother is not known for her patience. Let us not leave her waiting.”

The maid nods, frowning slightly but turning to lead you toward the Library. You see a small portion of the mansion along this route, and decadent does not begin to describe it. While still sparsely decorated to keep the decore classy and not gaudy, every item from the paintings to the furniture seems priceless. A few other maids flutter around in their chores, some dressed like the first in frilly and lacy attire, while others wear various forms of bondage equipment as they go about their tasks. The maid stops infront of a pair of large redwood doors, and steadies herself before knocking three sharp times.

“Enter” is all you here from inside, and the maid hurriedly opens one of the heavy doors and motions for you to enter. The library is enormous, three stories high with three walls completely stacked with books and novels, enough to make any scholar jealous. The one wall not covered in books was dominated by a large fireplace with a family portrait above, giving you your first look at your in game family. There was you to the center left, what you imagine your two older sisters behind you on either side, a younger sibling to the far right, and you mother in the center of it all.

In front of the fireplace was the woman herself, sitting on an oddly shaped chair sipping tea. She looked to be in her late thirties/early forties, but the curved figure accentuated by her form fitting clothing showed a woman of strong genetics and impeccable self care. As your gaze lowered you finally realized what was off about the chair, it was in the shape of two humans encased in rubber, bound bent to form her furniture. They tried to remain still, but due to human nature they wiggled and moaned in their bonds beneath her weight.

The maid walks you five feet away, where you both stop and she curtesys, holding position and waiting for permission to address the head of the household. You mother slowly finishes her tea before turning to look at you, ignoring the sissy who finally announces you “Madam, I present your oldest son on the day he comes to age.”

She look you up and down with cold, unfeeling eyes before saying “Thank you 34, you may leave us.” The maid bows lower and backs away without turning, closing the door before your mother addresses you.