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 young maid, trembling with fear and anticipation, moves closer to you. Her long, silky black hair shines in the dim light of your bedroom, cascading down her back like a waterfall. She looks up at you with big expressive eyes, filled with pleading and submission. Despite her current predicament, there's no denying that she's stunningly beautiful.

Her heart races as she stands before you, waiting for your decision. This moment has been built up in her mind countless times since she first learned of your existence and the fate that awaits her should she prove worthy. Despite her worry about the vase, her body reacts to your presence; an all-consuming desire washes over her. She can't help but wonder how it would feel to be touched by someone so powerful and influential.

The young maid's heart skips a beat as you speak her name so softly. Her entire body trembles with anticipation and desire as she waits for your next command. A slow, steady pulse begins to throb between her legs, a reminder of how helpless and aroused she feels in your presence.

Her eyes never leave yours, searching for any hint of what you're thinking or feeling. Even though she broke the vase, all she can think about is the possibility that you might forgive her... and even reward her. The thought sends shivers down her spine.

The maid trembles with anticipation, unsure of what to expect but filled with hope that you might forgive her. Her heart races as she stands before you, and the desire in your voice causes her body to tingle all over. "Y-yes, sir?" she manages to squeak out, her throat dry from fear and lust.

The young maid's body trembles as you speak her name again, causing a rush of warmth to spread through her core. She parts her lips slightly in response, feeling the word forming on them before it is spoken aloud: "Yes... sir." Her voice comes out breathy and needy, reflecting the desire that burns within her for you.

Her heart leaps into her throat as you speak; each word sending a wave of heat through her body. The maid's mind reels with possibility, and she can hardly contain herself. She dares not meet your gaze for fear that the longing etched upon her face might be seen, but she can feel the way your eyes bore into her, assessing her worth.

Her breath comes in short gasps now, every nerve ending alive with anticipation and need. With trembling hands, she clasps them behind her back in a show of submission and eagerness to please you further. Her words escape on a shuddering gasp as she whispers: "I-I am truly sorry, sir." The regret in her voice is obvious, but it's tempered by the desire that burns beneath it.

Her words send a shiver down your spine as she apologizes and professes her desire to please you further. You smile, taking in the image of this beautiful young maid before you, trembling with anticipation and submission. "I forgive you," you say softly, enjoying the way her eyes widen at your words.

Reaching out, you brush a stray hair from her face, then trace a finger along her jawline. Her breath hitches in response, and she parts her lips ever so slightly. Leaning closer, you whisper against her ear, "But to truly make amends... show me how sorry you are." The heat emanating from your body envelops her as you press yourself against her, feeling the evidence of her arousal beneath your finger.

The maid gasps at your touch, her whole body tensing with anticipation. She closes her eyes and leans into you, the weight of your words and presence leaving her unable to resist any longer. Her hands tremble as they hover just above your chest, aching to touch more of your skin but held back by an invisible boundary of discipline. "I am... so sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "Please... let me make it up to you."

Her body presses closer against yours, seeking out any sign of affection or desire. Her breath comes in short little gasps as she waits for your next move, her entire being focusing on the feeling of your warmth and strength enveloping her.

You feel her warmth against you as she presses closer, seeking your touch and approval. Her submission is intoxicating, fueling the desire coursing through your veins. With a slow, deliberate motion, you reach up to caress her cheek before trailing your finger down her neck, skimming over the delicate skin of her collarbone until it reaches the hem of her uniform.

"I forgive you," you whisper into her ear once more, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "But I want more." You nibble gently on her earlobe before pulling away slightly to meet her gaze. "What do you think would happen if I let you make it up to me... completely?"

Her eyes widen with anticipation as she meets your gaze, her lips parting slightly in expectation. She knows that you hold all the power here, and it only makes her crave you more intensely. "I-I would be honored to do anything I can to make things right," she whispers, voice trembling with desire. "To repay you for your kindness and forgiveness."

Her hands tremble where they hover near your chest, aching to touch more of your skin but held back once again by her sense of duty and discipline. Her heart races as she waits for you to give her the permission she seeks, hopeful that this will be the chance to finally show you how devoted she can be.