Maid Of Pleasure Novels & Stories

It wasn’t menacing in any way; yet, somehow the feel of her velvet glove against my skin, and her warm breath in my ear, caused my hackles to raise for the first time I could ever recall. “Why, darling” she purred hypnotically, making my bones vibrate and my muscles loosen, “whatever are you doing out here, all by yourself? Where are all your maidens?” (‘Maidens’ was the term given, regardless of age or even gender, to those who tended and raised the Estate’s youngest inhabitants – at least until they were old enough to become a part of the family business, or else be relegated into becoming maidens themselves.) I sucked in a breath, feeling fuzzy, even happy. “I’m sorry Madam Dro, they mus

“Not after you dressed like a maiden, he would just think that I am my mother's residue…the part that no one likes.” “Could you just drop this jealousy nonsense,” I snapped. “Please Pamela, not everything revolves around you.” “I am sorry Mother,” she cried. I pulled her into a hug. “Don't worry, Pamela, I am here, you aren't cursed, Mummy will find you a mate.” “All my friends are getting married, even my maid has a man, a man that gives her expensive gifts,” she cried. “Your maid has a man?” I asked, my brows furrowed in curiosity.

A snug-fitting slip complements the ensemble, adding an extra touch of allure. In both chambers, the maids' gentle touch and meticulous attention to detail ensure that Madissa and Nerissa are adorned with perfection. The softness of the sea silk against their skin, combined with the enchanting designs, enhances their natural beauty and radiance. Once dressed, the sisters hover before their respective mirrors, admiring their transformed appearances, a radiant reflection of their joy and excitement.

Maria reminisced about the way John sounded when he reached climax. Quietly, she withdrew from the door and retreated to her room. There, she indulged in pleasuring herself before drifting off to sleep. This wasn't the first time Maria had worked as a maid for a newly married couple. In fact, in her previous agency, she was often assigned to such household. Whenever the wife became pregnant, Maria would quit, citing reasons such as being untrained for childcare duties.

[A Maiden…] Chosen from birth to live beside a powerful King, my life hasn't been a bed of roses. The life of a Maiden is solitary. Never to be touched. Never to be looked upon. Never to be spoken to. Never to experience pleasure. Whilst waiting for the day of her Ascension; waiting for the day she gets owned by a King. But I haven't exactly kept to all those rules, now have I? I have made mistakes most Maidens will never dare to make. I have been touched. I have been looked upon. And I most definitely have experienced pleasure with the wrong people. All those rules I have broken, all have repercussions. And I will suffer the consequences soon enough. But then again, I never chose to live th

The maid is surprised but pleased at his enthusiasm as she moans, screams, giggles and laughs in turn, enjoying every bit of his licking, sucking and slobbering. "That feels so good…" She moans, slowly riding his face and going all over until she shakes, shivers and spasms in a convulsive fit of orgasmic pleasure. But Luke does not slack or stop. He keeps going, adding in his fingers and rubbing her up; pressing her closer to his face and giving her multiple orgasms until she laughs and begs to be let go of. "Please, Sir! Please, I think I have to leave now." She begs, running away from his reach and putting her panties on. She laughs as she watches him.

Her voice is low and quiet. She’s Amanda, 49 years old and our one and only maid, she’s been working with us for 5 years already. “Shhh... just go to Elizabeth’s room. Make sure that she doesn’t come out.” I whisper and waited for her to leave completely. My hands are shaking. I touch the doorknob. I could hear a strange noise as I listen carefully. I swallow nervously. I was surprised when I opened it and saw them both naked. A blonde young woman was on top of him...

Mistress P was a goddess of seduction, from the moment I laid eyes on her, I was already hypnotized. I had just turned twenty and I was like a crazy hormonal dog, my friend's father had told her about my anger issues, she told me that she was going to help me deal with it, she told me that BDSM is more than just whips and flogs, she said that it was also not about pain but pleasure. When they said a session, I didn't know what they had in store for me.

She cried that her status of being a career woman had dropped to just being a common maid to a man she'd begun to develop feelings for but he would never stoop so low to her class to date talk less of marriage. She stripped from her dress and then stepped into the shower to take a warm bath and wash off the champagne from her hair. She stepped out of the bathroom with her towel around her picking out her pyjamas and changed into it and then lay on her bed waiting for sleep to come to her. "Good morning Sir." Zöella greeted as she set his coffee before him. He ignored her greeting and then poured out the cup of coffee she made for him making another for himself. She smiled sadly and then cont

I doubt she's someone who would care so much about age. "By the way who is she? Do I know her?" He asked. I shook my head. "I don't think you know her. Her name is Jasmin Rose and she works in my house as a maid." Liam choked on his drink, coughing hard. "Fuck dude! Don't do me like that!" I chuckled. "What?" I asked, innocently. "I'm serious though. She's my maid." He frowned at me. "You are serious?" He asked. "Dude you can't be fucking your maid. That's going to be a huge scandal when it gets out."