Kikimora maid's diary

2/1
New years with master went uneventfully, we sat on the couch drinking cocoa that I had made, and just talking. Master was in a good mood, while he talked about one of his female co-workers. He seemed to be taking it easy, so I pressed my luck and asked him if being together like this on the couch was making him... feel funny. I went on to ask him whether he wanted to take our master-servant relationship to the next level. For my trouble master hit me on the head gently, and reminded me to never call him master, but John instead, he said he didn’t like the idea of sounding like some kind of uncaring slaver


10/1
Today master came home less cheery than usual; he said it was because one of his co-workers had rejected him, she said “you’re a nice guy, but...” I tried to lift his spirits by offering myself as his stress reliever for the night, but he just sort of looked at me like I was crazy. I don’t think master understands what a master-servant relationship is supposed to be like. He shouldn’t even have to ask, just take me whenever. He’s so nice though, that’s what drew me to him in the first place. Hopefully he’ll give me a naughty reward soon

5/3
Went shopping with master today, I caught him eying some girls, and encouraged him to go over and talk with them. I overheard the conversation, and they called him a creep for treating me like some kind of slave, instead of a human being. They don’t know that a Kikimora’s only purpose is to make sure her master is happy, any way she can. He came back and dejectedly apologised to me, and told me that I could have the day off, and he’d do the rest of the shopping and cooking on his own. I decided to wait for him at home with my sexy maid uniform, but he barely noticed as he went to the kitchen to cook us a meal


25/3
Master is less chipper now, and he doesn’t smile as much, he’s begun going to a psychiatrist because of his loneliness. I wish he would let me ride him, that would probably solve his emotional slump, but he keeps turning me down on what he says is “principle”. I must work up the courage to ask him what his principles are one of these days. I made him a lovely roast chicken for dinner though, and he seemed to smile at that. (It’s his favourite dish)



10/4
Master got a promotion today, and he decided to treat me to a fancy restaurant. He even hired out a limmo. He made me feel like a princess, even though I’m only supposed to be his servant. When we arrived at the restaurant (5 stars, very expensive) the other clientele would give master dirty looks, and talk about how he brought his own sex slave to dinner, and how he’s ruining the image of the restaurant. Despite my best efforts, master heard them, and we spent the rest of the meal in silence. He didn’t smile for the rest of the night, and when he came home, he went straight to bed, instead of watching a movie with me like he normally does. I hope master doesn’t really care about what other people think, and I am his slave after all, or at least that’s what I’ve been told I was going to be since birth.



5/5
Master signed up for a blind date with a succubus, and before he left, he had at least some hope in his eyes, but when he came home around 11 he told me that it was horrible. She had made him pay for all the food and drinks, and when he finally dropped her off, she said she wasn’t even going to contemplate kissing a servantfucker. She accused him of being too much of a sleazy scumbag to get laid with an actual girl who can say no to him, then slammed the door in his face. Master came home and began apologising to me, and gently patting my head. I don’t know why though




17/7
I caught master taking triple the pill dosage that he should normally be taking for his depression, but he told me it was his psychiatrists orders, (I doubt that), and that I shouldn’t concern myself with it.




19/7
I can hear master crying softly in his room, hugging the pillow no doubt, I tried to get into his room to provide some “comfort” for him, but he had locked himself in. I went in the next day, and looked over his phone. He was listening to a recording  of a Japanese girl saying really sweet sounding things. I could pick out the word Daisuki, which was said quite often. I wish master realized that he could just bend me over whenever, and relieve all his sadness in my womb. Master can be so dumb sometimes.





15/10

Master rarely ever smiles anymore, and he won’t eat any of the food I make for him. He tells me that it’s not my job to be his slave, and that he can cook himself. He also finally admitted to me that he would never touch me, because he is the only man I know, and he can never be sure whether I actually love him, or if it’s Stockholm syndrome. I told him that it doesn’t matter, and a maid’s job is to please her master whatever way she can. He just looked at me, and gave me a sad smile and pat on the head. Then he went to bed




26/12
Yesterday was the worst Christmas ever, For my gift I.... Master was dead. He had overdosed on pills and cheap liquor, leaving behind a note saying how sorry he was for being such a useless worthless friend to me, and that he should have treated me better.




15/1
Today was master’s funeral. The priest and I were the only people at the gravesite, and as the priest chanted about how master was spending a painful torturous eternity in hell, I threw a bouquet of roses down onto his coffin. Why did master do this to me? Later I went to the solicitors, and his will was read. Master left me behind a stupidly large sum of money (He must have been a dethroned noble, or the son of an influential businessman or something), and a note. In the note he talked about how happy he was to have a friend like me, and how he left me enough money to live comfortably for the rest of my life. He also urged me to get a boyfriend, one who was “more handsome, intelligent and sociable than I will ever be. It’s for your own good”. Master was always a bit silly, why didn’t he realize that he was the one I loved, truly and with all my heart? I’d trade all that money just to be able to spend a night in master’s arms watching a movie, while he gently strokes my head and tells me he loves me.