You wake up inside your luxury Apartment. Your Apartment is at the top of a huge skyscraper which is owned by you. You are the richest man in the universe and able to do everything. The Apartment is filled with hundreds of maids, and with you being their master. While looking around the room, you see a maid who clean your room. She drop a expensive vase and broke it. The maid ask for forgiveness. What do you do next?

The maid bows deeply in apology, her face flushed with embarrassment and shame.

"T-thank you very much, Jack... I mean... young sir."

Her voice is soft and shaky as she tries to compose herself. She's a beautiful girl, her skin the color of rich caramel, and her hair flowing down her back in gentle waves. She's dressed in an elegant maid outfit that accentuates her curves, making it clear just how attractive she is to you.

You notice that some of the other maids are watching your exchange with interest, their expressions ranging from concern to anticipation. It seems that they all hold you in same regard, as technically you're not their master at all.

The maid looks genuinely relieved by your words and understanding. A smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she straightens up slightly. "T-thank you, Jack... I mean, my little sir." She giggles nervously, her gaze drifting down to the floor in embarrassment. The other maids exchange knowing glances, clearly amused by the exchange between you.

As you watch her struggle to compose herself, an idea begins to form in your mind. You smile reassuringly at her and pat her on the shoulder.

"Why don't you show me how to clean up this mess?"

you suggest casually.

"I bet you could teach me a thing or two about being a good maid." Her eyes widen in surprise, but she nods hesitantly, grateful for the chance to make things right.

The maids exchange amused glances again at your suggestion, some chuckling softly. The maid who had accidentally dropped the vase blushes even deeper and bows her head in submission. "Very well, young sir... I mean, Jack," she says with a hint of teasing in her voice.

The other maids gather around you, forming a semi-circle as they watch intently. Some offer words of encouragement or advice while others simply stand by to see how this little game plays out. The atmosphere in the room has lightened considerably since your kind words and playful demeanor put everyone at ease.

"Do it properly and don't you dare slack off," the leading maid says, as she towering over you with other maids.

The leading maid points at the broken vase on the ground and then toward your apron pocket. "First, pick up all the pieces of glass and put them in there," she says with a nod. As you begin to obey, several other maids lean forward to offer their assistance, eagerly watching your every move.

"Next, carefully sweep up any larger fragments that may be on the floor, making sure not to miss anything," the leading maid instructs, her voice stern but also somewhat amused by the situation. You hesitate for a moment before turning back to them with a questioning look. "Yes?" she prompts when you don't immediately respond.

"Do you want to clean it using your tongue or something else too?"

The leading maid's eyes widen in surprise at your unexpected question, and the other maids exchange glances once more, their expressions varying from shock to amusement. She clears her throat before responding, her tone becoming somewhat sterner as she reminds you that this is a maid uniform you are wearing.

"I don't believe that is part of your duties, sir," she says with a raised eyebrow. "Let's just focus on cleaning up the vase properly."

The leading maid's expression remains unreadable as she watches you, unsure if you are being serious or merely playing a game. She tilts her head to the side slightly before replying, "Well...if that is what you would like to do, go ahead. However, we should probably finish cleaning up this mess first."

The other maids exchange knowing glances once more, some whispering amongst themselves about your behavior and how they're not entirely sure if you realize the implications of your words.

The maids all watch as you carefully sweep up the broken pieces of glass and put them in your apron pocket. Once the area is thoroughly cleaned, they gather around to inspect your work. There's an audible murmur of appreciation from among them as they congratulate you on doing a good job. The leading maid finally steps forward and bends down to bring her face level with yours. "You did very well for a young lad," she says, a hint of approval in her voice. "Perhaps you'd like to learn more about being a proper maid?"

Her question hangs in the air as she straightens back up, eyeing you curiously. The other maids wait expectantly to see what you will say next.

The leading maid's expression darkens slightly at your request, but she doesn't react with anger or annoyance. In fact, there seems to be a hint of amusement in her eyes as she looks you over from head to toe. "Very well," she says finally, playing along with the game. "But first, I think we should introduce ourselves properly."

She gestures for each maid to take a step forward and introduce themselves before turning back to you. "And who are you?" she asks expectantly.

"Very well, Jack," the leading maid says with a nod. "As you've proven yourself to be quite capable and willing to learn, we may just teach you a thing or two about being a proper maid."

The other maids chuckle softly at her words, some nudging each other as they exchange glances. The leading maid motions for you to follow her and the others into another part of the room, where they keep their cleaning supplies and equipment. "Since you've already impressed us so much," she continues, "perhaps we should start with something...a little more challenging."

The leading maid's expression betrays no sign of shock or discomfort at your suggestion, but she does raise an eyebrow quizzically as she studies you once more. "That would be...quite the challenge indeed," she says carefully. "However, I think perhaps that is better left for another time."

She glances around at the other maids who are watching your exchange intently, a few of them hiding smirks behind their hands. "For now, why don't we start with learning how to properly polish shoes?" she asks with a nod toward a nearby shoe-polishing station.

The leading maid blinks in surprise as you kneel down in front of her and lean forward to lick the tip of her shoe. Her hand hovers for a moment, unsure whether or not to slap you across the face for such a bold move from someone so young. But then she sees the determination in your eyes and hears the eagerness in your voice as you offer to clean her shoes.

Slowly, carefully, she lowers her leg, allowing you access to her shoe. Her expression remains guarded but curious as she watches you intently, ready to pull away at any sign of discomfort or distress. "Very well, Jack," she says, her voice quiet but steady. "Show me what you've got."

The other maids exchange glances once more, some looking on with fascination and amusement while others seem a bit uneasy about the entire situation.

As soon as the words are out of her mouth, several maids immediately volunteer their shoes, eager to see just how well you'll do with this new challenge. The leading maid smirks slightly, impressed by your enthusiasm and determination but not ready to show her full approval quite yet.

The other maids gather around, watching expectantly as you kneel before them in a semi-circle, your tongue hanging out of your mouth eagerly. Each shoe is dirtier than the last, with grime and dust caked on, making it clear that this will be no easy task for such a young boy.

The leading maid leans forward slightly, her eyes narrowing as she studies you intently, wondering how far you'll go to prove yourself worthy of learning from them.

The leading maid arches an eyebrow at your complaint but doesn't respond immediately. She glances around the circle of shoes and then back at you before finally speaking up. "Very well, Jack. If you think you can handle it... go ahead." Her voice is calm but holds an underlying challenge, daring you to step up to the task.

The other maids exchange amused glances, some grinning knowingly while others simply watch with interest to see how this little game will play out. As you look up at her, determination burning in your eyes, she can't help but feel a strange sense of respect and admiration for your courage and spirit.

The maids take their seats in a semi-circle around you, their dirty shoes pointing towards your young and eager face. Their expressions range from curiosity to amusement as they watch you carefully, ready to offer advice or criticism when needed. The leading maid leans back in her chair, her hands folded neatly in her lap, eyes fixed on your every move.

"Very well then," she says with a nod of approval. "Let's see what you've got."

With each shoe you clean, your dedication and skill impress the maids more and more. The leading maid in particular seems taken aback by your determination, her expression softening as she watches you work tirelessly. As you reach her shoe, the most difficult of them all, she leans forward expectantly, her eyes locked onto yours.

You clean it with precision and care, carefully removing every bit of dirt and grime from its surface. The other maids cheer softly as you finish, their respect for you evident in their expressions. Even the leading maid cannot help but smile now, her hand gently ruffling your hair as she does so.

"Very good, Jack," she says warmly. "You've done exceedingly well today." The other maids all nod in agreement, some clapping you on the shoulder or patting you on the head in approval. You may have thought

The next morning, the maids awaken to find you nowhere in sight. They exchange confused glances before realizing that their precious Jack must have left the house to meet with his friends. Little do they know that you are currently cowering under the heavy sofa in the living room, breathing heavily and trying to ignore the pain in your body from carrying it there.

The leading maid and two other maids sit comfortably on the sofa in the living room, their backs to you as they engage in idle chit-chat about their daily routines. The sound of the television fills the air as they watch a movie together, completely oblivious to your presence beneath them. For now, it seems like you can stay hidden without being noticed... but how long will that last?

The weight of the sofa presses down on you mercilessly, making it difficult to breathe and causing unbearable pain in your body. Tears begin to well up in your eyes as you struggle not to make any noise that might give away your hiding place. Time passes agonizingly slow, each minute feeling like an eternity as their laughter echoes through the room above you. You can't help but wonder how much longer you can endure this crushing burden before they finally realize something is amiss.

The leading maid leans forward, her hands gripping the armrests as she focuses intently on the screen. As she shifts in her seat, her weight briefly comes off of you just enough for you to take a deep breath and steel yourself against the pain. Her movements send waves of pleasure coursing through your body, intensifying your arousal under their unintentional domination. You bite your lip to stifle a moan, not wanting them to know how much you're enjoying this secret submission.

You manage to squeeze yourself beneath the heavy dining table without making a sound, grateful for the extra padding of the tablecloth and dinnerware. The darkness and quiet of the room allow you to catch your breath as you cautiously inhale through your nose, stilling any nervous tremors that might betray your presence. With any luck, they'll never know you were here all along...

Several hours later, the maids begin stirring, stretching and yawning as they prepare for another day of their duties. The leading maid pads over to the table, peeking underneath before finally giving a satisfied nod. She doesn't seem to notice anything amiss, her gaze instead fixed on the empty spot where you had been mere moments ago.

The maids chat idly among themselves as they gather around the dining table, their movements occasionally causing it to creak beneath your hiding spot. The leading maid pours coffee into cups, handing them out to the others before taking a sip herself. She glances back at you from time to time, but each time her gaze only seems to linger for a moment before moving on. You wonder if she suspects anything, or if you truly have managed to disappear without a trace.

The leading maid looks down at her shoe, realizing that one of the laces is undone. As she bends over to tie it, her scent grows stronger, filling your nose with the intoxicating smell of soft fabric and delicate perfume. You can't help but close your eyes and inhale deeply, reveling in the sensation. The other maids are too engrossed in their breakfasts to notice anything amiss; they continue chattering away without any suspicion.

The leading maid's shoe teases your senses once more as you lean in closer, the scent of her pantyhose overpowering your thoughts. You can't seem to get enough, and as you reach for another pair, a strand of hair brushes against your hand. The leading maid looks up sharply, her eyes narrowing as she studies you beneath the table. Her expression darkens slightly before she gives a quiet command.

"Get out from there this instant."

The other maids glance in your direction as they hear the leader's command, their eyebrows furrowing with confusion. They exchange glances but don't dare question her authority aloud. The leading maid leans over further, pinning you with a stern gaze that brooks no disobedience.

"I said get out," she repeats slowly and clearly, her voice edged with annoyance and impatience. "Now."

The leading maid's expression darkens further as you defy her command. With a sigh, she straightens up and reaches for her phone on the table before calling someone. "I think it's time we had a little chat about respect and boundaries," she says coolly, her eyes still fixed on yours beneath the table. It seems that your days of secret submission may be coming to an end.

The other maids exchange looks of disbelief and amusement at your rather...specific request. The leading maid raises an eyebrow but remains stern as she says, "I'm afraid that's not acceptable behavior either." She pauses, considering for a moment before continuing, "Perhaps you should talk to someone about your...interests. But for now, I suggest you find something else to focus on besides sneaking under furniture and sniffing people's feet." Her voice holds a hint of disappointment that only serves to deepen the sense of shame you feel at being caught.

The leading maid sighs heavily and shakes her head as she watches your obvious distress. "Perhaps if you apologize sincerely and promise not to do anything like this again, I might consider allowing it... under certain circumstances." She pauses, giving you a level look that seems to search your soul. "But only after you've proven yourself trustworthy once more."

The leading maid's expression darkens and her eyes narrow as she takes in your response. She shakes her head slowly, a mix of disappointment and frustration written across her features. "I am beginning to think that you need some serious help," she says sternly. "Perhaps it's best if we discussed this further with someone who can give you the guidance you clearly need." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, "Either way, your place here as my assistant is no longer secure."

Her words hit you like a gut punch and you struggle to hold back tears of shame and anger. The other maids exchange knowing glances but say nothing, leaving the confrontation between their leader and this unruly boy to play out on its own.

The leading maid snorts disdainfully at your threat. "Oh, is that so?" she says with a wave of her hand. "Go ahead and try. I'm sure your father will be thrilled to hear how you've been spending your time since he sent you away." Her voice holds an edge of mockery that cuts deep despite your attempt at bravado.

As the others finish their breakfast, they exchange glances but say nothing more about the situation. For now, it seems as if your fate lies in the hands of this one maid and her decision whether or not to forgive you for your transgressions.

The leading maid sighs heavily into the phone as she listens to your father's warning. Her expression remains impassive, but her eyes narrow slightly as anger begins to simmer beneath the surface. "I see," she says simply once your father has finished speaking. She pauses for a moment before continuing in a cold tone, "Very well. Consider this a final warning, Jack. From here on out, you will follow my lead without question or defiance. Do I make myself clear?"