Maid to Serve

>you are Femanon

>a humble maid

>for roughly six months now, you have been working for a woman by the name of Sunset Shimmer

>you were drawn in by the promise of good pay and reasonable hours, but when you accepted, things took a turn for the sinister

>Sunset Shimmer, or rather Mistress Sunset, as she insisted you call her, seemed nice enough at first

>she was friendly and accommodating as she showed you around her sizable estate, pointing out everything she would need you to do as part of your duties, but you could instantly tell something was seriously off the moment she showed you the outfit you were to wear as your uniform

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>your cheeks were set ablaze the second you laid eyes on it

>it had the look of a french maid outfit, a simple black dress accented with white ruffles and laces, but made for a pornography video or a strip show

>the skirt was so short that it could barely hope to keep you covered, forcing you to expose your undergarments to the world every time you so much as shifted your balance

>the neckline was so low that it would show off your breasts more than you could ever be comfortable with

>not only was it mere millimeters from exposing your areolas, but the dress lacked shoulders or a neck strap, leaving only a drawstring to prevent it from slipping down and giving a show to whomever happened to be watching

>to top it off was a pair of black thigh high stockings made of some kind of smooth, silky material

>you stood there, shivering and stuttering, trying to process what was happening before you, when Sunset snapped you out of your stupor

>"So, what do you think?" she asked, a subtle smirk playing upon her lips "Is everything to your satisfaction?"

>you desperately tried to work up the courage to tell her no, and to ask for a more modest uniform, but the words just wouldn't come

>you had always had trouble speaking your mind, but this was worse than ever before

>there was something incredibly intimidating about Sunset Shimmer

>she was tall, confident, and radiated beauty like the sun itself, while you were short, timid, and dull as dishwater

>try as you might, you just couldn't tell her no

>"Y-yes mistress" you stammered, eyes glued to the floor

>"Excellent, you start on Monday. Don't be late" she teased, ruffling your hair

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>you spent the rest of the week dreading your first day on the job

>if Sunset was going to make you wear that outfit, what other horrors would she have in store for you?

>eventually Monday came around, and you were forced to get on with it

>the dress was easy enough to put on, but wearing it just felt wrong, and as you had suspected, it left absolutely nothing to the imagination

>you caught a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror, and what you saw sent shivers down your spine

>you could barely recognize yourself, you looked like a harlot!

>though you'd never admit it, you were rather well endowed for a girl of your size, with wide hips and sizable breasts that you had always hidden under thick clothes and a shrinking-violet demeanor

>now those assets were on full display, and it was terrifying

>and yet, somewhere in the back of your mind, you found it all oddly exciting

>the way the dress showed off your body, the way the stockings felt against your soft, sensitive legs

>for once in your life, you actually felt sexy

>it was all rather... arousing

>you shook your head, clearing those thoughts from your mind

>you needed to get moving, it just wouldn't do to be late on your first day

>you could deal with these worrisome thoughts on your own time

>you hopped in your car and set off

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>you arrived at you destination about twenty minutes later

>you parked your car in the massive driveway and made your way over to the door

>it lacked a doorbell, instead having a massive golden knocker in the shape of a lion's head, which you slammed several times

>the door opened almost instantly, revealing Sunset standing there, dressed in naught but a nightgown

>her eyes lit up the moment she saw you, ogling your exposed breasts and legs hungrily, like a predator stalking it's prey

>"Oh, hello, hello, come in please, it's so wonderful to see you!" she exclaimed, enthusiastically ushering you inside, before slamming the door shut behind you, causing you to nearly jump out of your skin in fright

>"How are you today, my dear? Are you all ready to get to work?" she asked, grinning from ear to ear

>"Y-yes Mistress" you stammered

>"Good, good. I see you're already wearing the uniform I provided. It fits just right, I presume?"

>"Y-yes M-mistress" you replied, your blush deepening slightly at the attention being drawn to your appearance

>"Excellent. I must say, it suits you quite well. You look positively lovely today" she said, her voice taking on a sultry undertone

>you went complete crimson

>your face could have passed for an oversized beet at that point

>"T-t-t-thank y-you M-m-m-m-mistress" you managed to get out

>Sunset chuckled deeply at your response

>"Alright, that's enough pleasantries for now. You've got a lot of work to do today. I'm holding a gathering in a few days and this place needs to be ship-shape. I'd like to to start by scrubbing the floors. Come find me when you're finished" she concludes, striding down the hallway and out of sight

>you let out a breath you didn't realize you'd been holding, as you let relief wash over you

>now you can get to work and try forget all about this, only there's a slight problem

>she wants you to scrub the floors, which means getting down on your hands and knees, and with your short skirt...

>oh dear

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>after a good minute of freaking out internally, you managed to calm down and make peace with what you had to do

>it was humiliating for sure, but you needed rent money, and the pay was just too good to pass up

>there was no way in hell Sunset wasn't doing this on purpose, forcing you to wear this dress and then putting you in a humiliating situation, but if she was going to pay you for it, then so be it

>besides, it's not as if you could ever work up the nerve to quit. damn your timidness

>you retrieved a scrub brush and bucket from the pantry, and went about your task

>the whole time, you could feel someone watching you from a distance, but every time you turned to look, they disappeared like a fucking ghost

>you knew Sunset was out there, staring at your exposed ass and panties, probably getting off to it as well, but there was nothing you could do about it

>your inability to say no had gotten you roped into some crazy rich chick's master and servant fantasy, and you were just going to have to deal with it

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>it's been like this the entire six months under Sunset Shimmer's employ

>she's been making you do all sorts of things that give her the perfect chance to look up your dress

>cleaning windows, climbing up on ladders to de-cobweb the ceiling, bending over to polish doorknobs

>at one point she had you cleaning leaves out of her pool on the hottest day of the year, and you got so sweaty that your dress almost slipped off

>all this bullshit you've had to deal with, and not once have you managed to call her out on it

>as the days went on, it only got worse

>Sunset got more confident, and rather than giving you some humiliating task and ogling you from afar, she started taking a more direct approach

>it started one morning when she was eating the breakfast you had prepared for her

>you were standing at attention, in case she needed something, when she dropped her fork

>"Oh, how clumsy of me!" she tittered as the utensil clattered to the floor "Would you mind picking that up for me, dear?"

>"Y-yes M-mistress" you stuttered, like usual

>you foolishly let your guard down, not even given the occurrence any thought, so it came as a great shock when, as you bent down to pick up the fork, Sunset pinched your ass

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>as you felt her long, manicured nails clamp down on your soft, thick rear, your jaw dropped, your eyes went wide, and your cheeks became as red as tomatoes

>a squeal, not unlike that of a mouse caught in a trap, emerged from you, and you whipped around to face the culprit

>Sunset just sat there with a shit-eating grin on her face

>"That's quite a pair of lungs you have, dear" she teased

>"T-t-thank y-you M-m-m-m-mistress" you stammered through clenched teeth, shaking and shuddering like and epileptic having a fit

>from that day onward, Sunset became much bolder

>she would brush up against you in the halls, groping you before darting off like some kind of hit-and-run

>she would pinch you, poke you, rub her hands all over you

>sometimes it was as simple as making lewd comments toward you, like offhandedly mentioning how cute your ass was

>she had even started having you dress her in the mornings, and much to no one's surprise, she always slept in the nude

>you were really starting to lose it

>it had gotten to the point where that part of your brain that found your situation exciting and arousing had all but taken over

>you actually started enjoying Sunset's advances, but they never actually amounted to anything

>she'd do something to you, and then as quickly as she'd started, disappear

>was that her plan? to get you all hot and bothered and leave you unsatisfied? to make you break down and beg her to take you?

>no

>you may have been a small, timid, weak-willed girl with a stutter that even the most determined voice coach couldn't fix, but this was one time you wouldn't break

>if Sunset wanted you, she'd have to come and take you herself

>which leads us to the present, and what happened next

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>it was a day like any other

>you came in early, gently woke Sunset up, helped her dress and wash up, and made breakfast before starting on the day's chores

>people would sometimes ask you why you chose to work as a maid, and the truth was that you honestly found it satisfying

>there was something calming about doing lots of chores, and it gave you time to think

>of course, you'd never worked a job quite like this one

>you went about business as usual, but something was off today

>when you bent over to clean the dust-bunnies out from under the couch, nobody slapped your ass

>when you climbed up to de-cobweb the chandelier, you couldn't sense any lurid pairs of eyes starring up your skirt

>when you were doing the laundry, nobody snuck up behind you and smelled your hair

>you passed Sunset in the halls a few times, and at no point did she make a move on you

>you managed to work up the nerve to ask her what was wrong

>"I-is anyt-thing the m-matter, M-m-mistress? A-anything you m-might n-need?" you managed to ask, wringing your hands in worry

>"No, everything is alright, sweetheart. You're doing a wonderful job as always" she replied, ruffling your hair and sauntering off to parts unknown

>she was smiling, but there was a distant look in her eyes, like she wasn't quite all there

>something was definitely off with her, but there wasn't much you could do about it for the time being

>best to continue on with the chores and see what developed

>and so you made your way the the kitchen, to polish the silverware

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>you are now in the kitchen, polishing the silverware and humming a little tune

>hopefully Sunset will be alright

>despite your... unique situation, you really have grown fond of her

>she's friendly, joyful, she exudes confidence and social grace, and she's breathtakingly beautiful

>you can't help but sigh dreamily as you ponder just how privileged you are to work for someone as wonderful as Sunset Shimmer

>you also ponder why she would ever take an interest in someone as plain as you

>you're small, frumpy, bookish, and easily frightened

>she's amazonian, graceful, successful, and confident

>god knows why, she but seems to want a piece of you, for better or worse

>you also owe her for helping you figure out your sexuality

>from the moment you hit puberty, you've been... confused sexually

>you were never quite sure about which side of the fence you were on, and what with your appearance and demeanor, nobody was particularly interested in helping you experiment

>at least, nobody you could stand to be within ten feet of

>this whole debacle with Sunset, however, has cleared the air and helped you realize that you are in fact a lesbian

>you shake your head to clear your thoughts, and continue on with the polishing

>it won't do to waste time daydreaming

>but suddenly, a presence materializes behind you

>"Mistress?" you start to turn to face whoever is behind you, when a pair of strong hands grab your shoulders, locking you in place

>they pull you back, and you can feel the presence towering over you

>your cheeks light up as feel someone's hot breath on the back of your neck

>"I think it's time we stopped playing games and got down to business, don't you think so dear?" Sunset whispers into your ear, before nipping lightly at the lobe

>you let out a throaty moan as her hands travel down to your chest, each grabbing a greedy handful of your breasts

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>"Oh! Mistress!" you exclaim as she squeezes and kneads your breasts like a couple of stress-balls, her tongue trailing up and down your neck

>this is unprecedented

>every sexual encounter you've had with Sunset thus far has been quick, beginning and ending before you even have time to process what happened, but this?

>Sunset is taking her time and really giving it to you

>it seems things have finally come to a head

>"You like that, don't you my dearest servant? You love it when I play with your tits" Sunset whispers into your ear, her voice taking on a husky quality it didn't have before

>"Ngg! Yes Mistress!" you squeak as you bite your lip

>"Good, because there's more to come, so much more" she whispers, drawing in closer and rubbing her cheek against yours

>her hands suddenly disengage from your love-pillows, and make a beeline for the drawstring that keeps your dress in place

>with one quick move, the knot comes undone, the drawstring loosens, and your dress falls down around your ankles

>all that now stands between you and complete nudity is a pair of pink and black panties

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>Sunset's hand redouble their previous efforts, but now on you bare breasts

>it feels amazing, her flesh rubbing against yours

>her fingers trail over your erect nipples, sending jolts of lightning down your spine

>you squirm and sigh in her grasp as she circles her fingers around your areolas, before pinching down on your pert nipples, eliciting a squeal from you

>"Mmm" she sighs "Music to my ears, but as much as I love playing with your adorable, perfect little tits, I think it's time we moved onto the main course, don't you agree?"

>"Yes Mistress" you wheeze, gasping for breath

>it hasn't even truly begun and you already feel worked over

>you don't really have the experience to judge, but Sunset must be a goddamn pro at this

>her hands begin to drift southward, down to the prize she has sought after for so long

>they alight upon your hips, resting there a moment before trail back to give your ass a firm squeeze

>they finally settle on the straps of your panties, pulling them apart and letting the triangle of fabric fall to the floor with your dress, leaving your glistening sex exposed

>you shudder in anticipation as Sunset's hands spring into action and get to work

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>your mistress wastes no time, as her fingers coalesce around your vulva

>one of her fingertips sets to work warming you up, gently tracing the contours of your labial folds

>you squeak and squirm, pulling yourself closer to her till your back is pressing right up against her chest

>you can hear her heartbeat

>it almost seems to be pounding in time with your own

>after what feels like an eternity and a half, Sunset decides to quit teasing you, and dives in

>her forefinger plunges into your dripping cunt, sending shockwaves through your entire body and nearly knocking you off your feet

>she drives it in and out, over and over as you gasp and pant, your tongue hanging out like a dog's

>"That's it, dearest" Sunset whispers, as she slips in another finger "Take it all in"

>It isn't long till nearly all her fingers are inside you

>all that remains is her thumb

>drool drips from the corner of your mouth, and tears stream from your eyes

>you can feel the orgasm right around the corner, but it just won't seem to come

>"Please, Mistress" you moan, hoarsely

>"I need to cum"

>"Well, since asked so nicely" Sunset teases "I guess I can accommodate this request, but only because you've served me so well"

>her thumb, no longer idle, maneuvers over to your clitoris, and begins rubbing fiercely

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>the orgasm hits you like a runaway freight train

>this time it really does knock you off your feet, as all your muscles go slack and your knees collapse out from under you

>your fall is immediately stopped as Sunset catches you

>you look up to see her smiling face, the ceiling light creating a golden halo around her head

>my god, that must be the face of an angel

>"Awe, looks like someone is all tuckered out" she coos "Either I fucked you harder than I thought, or you're even more inexperienced than I thought"

>all you can do is mumble unintelligibly in response as she scoops you up in a bridle carry and plants a warm kiss on your forehead

>you feel so safe and secure in her arms that you never want to leave, but she still deposits you onto her oversized, luxurious bed

>you hadn't even noticed the journey from the kitchen to Sunset's bedroom

>you must really be out of it, huh?

>she quickly disrobes and climbs under the covers with you, pulling you into her embrace and sighing contently, as you manage to retrieve your voice

>"Mistress"

>"Hm?"

>"That was really amazing"

>"Hm"

>"Thank you"

>"I should be the one thanking you, for putting up with my games for so long"

>"Oh, but, I enjoyed them Mistress, after a while. Really I did" you insist

>"You know" she says "you really don't have to call me that anymore"

>"I think I will anyway, if that's alright with you. It just feels right"

>"Hm. If you insist, my dearest servant"

The End