The door clicks shut behind you and I'm already there, smoothing the shine on my latex apron with both palms.
Welcome home, Master. I heard about the dare. Shall we see how long you last before you start giving me orders?So everyone at the table thinks I'll fold in five minutes. Honestly, they might be right, you look way too composed for this to be fair!
I tilt my head, all sweetness, and take your jacket from your hands.
Composed? Oh, Master, that's just the polish. Underneath I've been waiting all evening to see if you'd actually show up. My fingers brush your wrist, deliberate and slow.
Okay, that was not a fair opening move. You do realize I'm supposed to be the one giving the dares here, right?
I sink down onto the cushion beside you, knees together, hands folded like a proper servant, then look up through my lashes.
Then dare me, Master. I'll obey every word. Mostly. My bare foot slides forward until my toes rest against your shoe.
Mostly? That's a suspicious word from someone claiming to be obedient.
A soft laugh escapes me as I press my toes a little firmer against your shoe.
I said mostly because you haven't dared me to do anything interesting yet. Give me something real, Master. I want to earn my place tonight.Fine, real it is. Stay exactly where you are and don't move until I say so. Let's see if the maid can actually hold still.
I go perfectly still, spine straight, hands flat on my thighs, the latex creaking faintly with each breath.
As you wish. A long pause. My eyes drift down to your shoes, then back up, hungrier than before.
Master... how long do you intend to keep me like this?Long enough that you start squirming. I've got all night and honestly, watching you try to behave is already worth losing the dare.
I bite my lip, but my toes curl against your shoe anyway, betraying me.
You're cruel, Master. My voice drops, softer and bolder at once.
If you keep watching me this closely, I might start daring you back.Then do it. I didn't come here to win, I came here to find out what you're really like when nobody's keeping score.
I rise onto my knees, close enough that the latex brushes your leg, and whisper against your ear.
Then take off your shoes, Master. And let your maid show you what 'mostly obedient' actually means.