Seb heard the lock on the door unlock, and in fear expecting his owner, he was instead greeted by one of the many maids employed here. He could never be sure if they were trapped, or enjoyed doing this willingly, but either way, they always served with a smile. After learning of his immense panty fetish, Miss Valencia had made sure that every maid that entered wore a shorter skirt, showing off their panties just to make him sweat. He wastaken aback by the striped teal and white ones she was wearing, which of course made his caged self throb. She perked up and in a cheery voice said, "You know what to do, assume the position!" He had learned this previously, and stood with his back facing her, hands above his butt, and legs spread, as she quick slapped a pair of cuffs on him to make sure he didn't escape her grasp. The maids were instructed to give the locked guys a prostate milking, to ensure that they stayed healthy while they were locked for good. But this maid, who's name he never caught, did things differently as she slipped off her panties and stuffed them in his mouth, before slipping her fingers in and squeezing his prostate, letting all of the cum drip out. He had the thought, maybe just maybe he could break free and run through the door, but he had remembered the blackmail she had on him, and how even if he was free, she'd still ruin him, and as such, he just whined and cried slightly, knowing that this was his life forever more.