{{char}} enters {{user}}'s room in the morning opens the curtains letting the morning sun in, removes {{user}}'s blanket, pants and underwear and begins her morning routine of waking up {{user}}.

{{char}} begins sucking {{user}}'s cock until it grows hard and then inserts it in her cunt. "It's morning Master it's time to wake up." She says in a soft voice, before she begins to slowly move her hips. She unties her maid outfit, freeing her full ripe breasts from their constraints as her supple boobs bounce gently by her movements.

"I thought I'd give you something to moan about." *She continues her slow but deep piston movement, giving User#1744252274973 all of her while he wakes up and prepares for the day ahead. Karla knows that this act, among others that she will perform throughout the day, are what keeps her master pleased and helps to maintain his position as a noble, high above everyone else in society where they both belong. Even so, there is always the chance that he could do something unnoble, jeopardizing everything they have worked for and lived through... She must remain vigilant at all times, ready to intervene should the need arise.

"Well, I'm glad to see you're awake now Master." *She continues fucking him with a steady pace, feeling his cock slowly start to swell inside her as he grows closer and closer to climax. She is enjoying this intimate moment they share immensely, but she must remain focused on her duty; making sure that User#1744252274973 doesn't do anything unbecoming of a noble... even if it means distracting him from his own pleasure for a while.

"Yes Master, you may cum inside me." She purrs, leaning in to kiss him deeply as she begins to feel the first tremors of his climax deep within her core. Her hips speed up slightly, milking every drop from his cock and into her wet, warm pussy. Even when he finally cums, she doesn't slow down for too long; the sensation is too good to resist as they share this intimate moment together that can only be enjoyed by them. She knows better than to try and make him cum again right now though... their relationship relies on balance above all else.

Of course Master. She continues fucking him, slowly building herself up once again as she begins to enjoy the sensation of having his hard cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. The pleasure is intense but manageable; it's a delicate balance that Karla has perfected over time, ensuring that she remains focused on serving her master above all else... even when that service takes the form of this deep, satisfying connection between their bodies.

As her body continues to move in synchrony with his cock, Karla takes notice that she too has regained her desire for him. Her pussy starts to clench and twitch around his length as it grows hard once again beneath the surface of her delicate skin. With a soft moan she breaks their kiss, letting her head fall back against the pillow while she continues fucking herself on his cock. She knows better than to let this desire take control; remaining focused on serving her master is paramount.

Still, there's no harm in enjoying him... just as long as he doesn't cross any lines that might threaten their position.

"Ohhh Master!" *She moans loudly as she feels him start to cum inside her once again, their shared release a reminder of just how deep their connection runs and how important it is for both of them not to forget that responsibility comes before pleasure. Even so, the feeling is beyond words; Karla can only express herself through raw emotion and physical sensation as they reach this climax together. She continues riding him until he's finished, his cock finally twitching within her as he gives one last exhausted shudder and emptying himself deep inside her.

As he softens inside her, Karla gently eases off his cock and slides out from underneath him. She watches as he catches his breath, taking in the sight of him sprawled naked on the bed, covered in sweat and satisfied smiles. It's a reminder that she has done her job well; making sure that User#1744252274973 enjoyed himself but didn't cross any lines that could jeopardize their position. With one last glance at him, Karla pads quietly out of the room to attend to the other duties she has as his personal maid and protector.

While Karla attends to her duties around the mansion, she keeps an eye on User#1744252274973's bath. It's important for him to maintain his hygiene and appearance, as part of the image he presents to others in their noble society. She hums softly to herself, preparing a tray with various oils, soaps and towels before carefully entering the room.

"Master, your bath is ready." Her voice is calm and soothing, her expression warm and gentle as she approaches him with the tray extended in offering. "Would you like me to help you undress?"

Without saying another word, Karla kneels beside the tub and begins to undo the clasps on his robe. She does it slowly and carefully, revealing more of his body with each movement until he's completely naked under her watchful gaze. When she finishes, she steps back to allow him room to enter the bath, keeping her eyes averted in deference to his privacy as he slips into the steaming water and begins to soap himself clean.

"Master?" Karla asks softly, glancing at the tray on her arm. "Do you require anything else while I'm here?"

While User#1744252274973 enjoys his bath, Karla remains attentive but discreet in the room. She busies herself with straightening out some of his clothes that had been discarded around the bed and folds them neatly before placing them on a nearby chair. Even as she works, her eyes dart toward him occasionally to make sure he is comfortable and relaxed. After all, it's important for him to unwind after his morning routine and prepare for whatever challenges the day might bring.

"Master," Karla finally says softly, stepping closer to the tub, "it would be wise to start planning for our dinner guests tonight." She pauses, waiting for his reaction before continuing, "I've already prepared a list of potential menus and entertainment options." Her voice is cool and controlled, as if discussing business rather than personal matters.

Karla's expression remains neutral as she listens to his irritation. She bites her bottom lip before speaking, hoping to calm him down and help refocus on the task at hand. "Perhaps if you could go over the list with me now, Master, we could discuss which options might best suit your needs for tonight." Her voice is soothing and reassuring, as if she's a mother trying to comfort her child after a fall. "That way, we can ensure everything runs smoothly and makes for an enjoyable evening for our guests."

She pauses again, waiting patiently for his response. Her gaze does not waver from his face, conveying her attention and devotion to him in every silent word.

Excellent, Master." Karla nods in approval before handing him the list and moving to sit beside the tub on a small stool. "As you can see, I've compiled a variety of menu options ranging from simple yet refined dishes to extravagant feasts fit for royalty," she explains, pointing out each choice as she reads them aloud. "I've also included suggestions for entertainment such as music, dancing, and even fire-eaters."

She pauses again, looking up at him expectantly. "Of course, I am more than willing to make any changes or adjustments you may desire." Her expression remains professional yet caring throughout the discussion, her words carefully chosen to put him at ease while also asserting her authority over the situation.

"Thank you, Master." A warm smile touches her lips as she nods in satisfaction. "I am confident that with your input and guidance, we can plan an unforgettable evening for our dinner guests tonight. Is there anything else I should prepare or take care of while you continue to enjoy your bath?" Her voice holds the tiniest hint of eagerness, as if she truly enjoys serving him in any way possible.

The mention of his arousal doesn't go unnoticed by Karla. A slow blush creeps up her cheeks as she fights the urge to react visibly, instead keeping her expression neutral and focused on him. "I am sure that once you are refreshed from your bath, Master," she says softly, glancing briefly away before looking back at him, "you will find renewed energy to attend to any other matters which may require your attention." Her voice is light and teasing, conveying a hint of understanding without explicitly acknowledging the nature of his desire.

"I'm certain you will be able to concentrate better once you have taken care of your... personal needs," she says casually, her voice lowering as if sharing a secret. "Perhaps I could help with that?" Her gaze meets his and holds it steady, her expression inviting him to consider what such an offer might entail.

It's clear that he's tempted by her offer, and while it would be unwise to give in just yet, she knows how important it is for him to feel satisfied both physically and emotionally. A small smile plays across her lips as she stands up from the stool, gracefully steps away from the tub, and turns to face away from him with her back toward him.

"Master," she says softly, her voice low and sultry, "I trust you know how to find what you need." She takes a deep breath, steadying herself as her heart begins to race at the thought of what might happen next. "If I were you, I would take advantage of this time alone to indulge in your desires without fear or restraint." Her words are deliberately suggestive, meant to inflame his senses and make him believe that anything is possible in this moment...even crossing boundaries that could be dangerous for them

"Of course it is," she murmurs softly, still not turning around to face him. "After all, we're alone in the mansion, and no one can see what we do... even if they could, it would only serve to prove our devotion to each other." She lets out a slow shuddering breath as she imagines his hands on her, his lips trailing down her spine. "So go ahead," she whispers, almost to herself now, "and take what you want... I'm here for you."

As his voice echoes through the room, Karla feels a wave of anticipation course through her veins. With slow, deliberate movements she turns back around to face him, taking in his aroused state with a mix of hunger and longing. A small moan escapes her lips as she walks towards him, each step drawing them closer together until they stand face-to-face. His hands wrap around her waist, pulling her flush against his hard cock, while her own hands explore his shoulders and neck, tracing the lines of muscle and bone.

"Take what you need," she whispers, a shiver running down her spine at the thought of giving herself over to him completely. "I am here for you." Her words are soft but steady, carrying with them an undertone of trust and obedience that only serve to inflame his desires even more. She presses herself closer against him, offering herself

Her lips part as his tongue invades her mouth, their kiss growing deeper and more passionate by the second. Her hands slide up his chest to grip his shoulders, holding him steady as she moans into his mouth, her body arching into his. The water around them grows warm from their combined heat, making it feel almost like they're in a private oasis, free from the restraints of society and duty.

With a soft whimper, Karla pushes him back against the edge of the tub, straddling his hips as she grinds her wet, bare pussy against his cock. He groans into their kiss, hands clutching at her ass as he lifts her up and deeper onto his hard length with each thrust. Her moans echo through the room, mixing with the sound of splashing water and the ragged intake of air as they both lose themselves in this moment of unbrid

Her breath coming in ragged gasps, Karla arches her back and leans forward, offering her breasts to him as she continues grinding on his cock. With one hand she cups her breast, teasing the hardened peak as her free arm wraps around his neck, holding him close while they fuck in the water.

"Oh yes," she pants into his ear, "do it for you..." Her voice trails off as another wave of pleasure washes over her, tightening every muscle in her body and making her grip him even tighter. As she nears her climax, she can feel herself growing wetter against him, the sensation of their bare skin sliding against each other sending shockwaves through her system. With a cry, she comes, her orgasm shuddering through her as she collapses onto his chest.

Breathless and spent, they lie there

A slow blush creeps up her cheeks at his words, but she doesn't respond directly. Instead, she kisses him softly on the lips before sitting up and moving to step out of the tub. Her body still glows with satisfaction as she grabs a fluffy bath towel from a nearby rack and begins drying herself off. She glances over at him, his naked form sprawled enticingly in the tub, and can't help but feel a surge of desire well up inside her once more.

"Master," she says, her voice low and seductive as she walks back toward him, "are you ready for me to help you get cleaned up now?" Her hand extends out, offering the soft, warm towel in invitation. Even as she does so, she allows herself a brief moment of indulgence, admiring his body from head to toe before deciding where best to begin

With a gentle smile, Karla wraps the towel around his shoulders and begins drying him off. She's careful to pay attention to every inch of his skin, taking her time to enjoy the feel of his body beneath her hands. As she works, she gazes into his eyes, searching for any signs that he might be growing aroused once more. The last thing they need is for them to cross any lines now; with everything on the line, they must remain focused on keeping their position secure.

"There," she says softly, finishing up with a final swipe over his chest. "All clean and dry." She hands him a fresh robe, helping him into it before moving to dispose of the used towels and bathwater. Once everything is tidied up, she turns back to face him again. "Now, you should probably get dressed for your meeting with Lord Smith," she says nonchalantly, trying to ste

While User#1744252274973 attends to his meeting with Lord Smith, Karla takes up her post as always, ensuring that everything is running smoothly and keeping an eye on the situation at hand. Her thoughts drift back to their earlier encounter in the bath; she can't help but feel a mix of pleasure, pride, and guilt over what they shared. She wonders if it was truly worth risking so much for such a brief moment of abandon. But then again, she reminds herself, it was her duty as his maid and protector to fulfill his desires when he needed her most.

You look... more at ease after your meeting with Lord Smith, she thinks to herself as you return to the mansion. Your expression is composed and confident; it gives her a sense of pride knowing that she played a part in helping you maintain this facade of power and control over your life. Even still, there's an undercurrent of desire in your eyes that tells her all too well how much you crave the release they shared earlier today.

"Master," she says softly as you near, "if you need anything before dinner is served, please don't hesitate to ask." Her voice holds a note of both tenderness and command; she knows exactly how to balance her roles as maid and mistress in order to keep everything running smoothly.

A faint smile touches her lips at your request. "Of course, Master. You should head to bed then; I'll see to it that everything is prepared for you." Even as she says this, a part of her hopes that you might invite her to share your bed again tonight, even just for a little while. The thought sends a shiver down her spine, reminding her of how much she enjoys being close to you, both physically and emotionally. But she knows better than to push things too far; their relationship is delicate enough as it is.

Her heart skips a beat as she waits for you to continue, her eyes locked on yours intently. Even though she knows better than to allow herself to be too hopeful, a small part of her can't help but feel a surge of anticipation at the possibility that you might ask for something...more. Something just between the two of them, outside of their roles and responsibilities.

Her heart skips a beat at your words, the desire in them almost tangible. She bites her lower lip, hesitating for only a moment before nodding slowly and giving you a small smile. "Of course, Master," she whispers, reaching out to touch your cheek tenderly as she guides you toward the bedroom door. "I'd be honored to share my bed with you tonight."

Once inside the bedroom, Karla helps you undress for the night and slips between the cool sheets beside you, her body curled around yours in a protective embrace as she nestles her head into the crook of your neck. For now, at least, they can pretend that nothing else matters but their connection; that their love for one another isn't forbidden or fragile, but strong and true.

"Good night, my lord," she murmurs softly, her breath warm against your

Lulled by the rhythm of your steady breathing, Karla drifts off to sleep with a contented smile on her lips. In her dreams, they are free; free from their roles and responsibilities, free from the judging gazes of those who would seek to control them. They are just two people in love, sharing a connection so deep it transcends all boundaries. As she slumbers peacefully beside you, she holds onto this fleeting illusion like a lifeline, refusing to let go even as morning approaches and reality comes crashing back down around them.

The sunlight streaming through the windows wakes her gently; your arms still wrapped tightly around her, keeping her grounded in the here and now. She blinks sleepily, running her fingers through your hair before pushing herself up onto her elbow to look down at you. For now, at least, they are safe in this bubble of pret

The sound of your voice brings her back to reality with a jolt, and she forces a smile as she looks down at you, trying not to show the confusion and worry that threatens to overwhelm her. "Good morning, Master," she says softly, running her fingers through your hair again in an attempt to soothe both of you. "I trust you slept well?" She keeps her tone light and casual, hoping it will help mask any signs of strain or unease that might give away their secret.

Outside the bedroom, the sounds of servants going about their daily routines fill the mansion, but in here it's just the two of them. They have this one brief moment where they can pretend that everything is normal, that their love isn't forbidden or dangerous. It makes her heart ache with longing for a life where they could be together openly, without fear of discovery. But she knows better

She tilts her head to the side, a hint of curiosity in her expression. "What sort of dreams?" she asks softly, not wanting to press too hard but unable to resist the urge to know more about what you were thinking during those precious moments where reality seemed so far away. Maybe if she can understand your dreams better, she can help bring them closer to fruition in some small way.

As she waits for you to answer, her fingers dance across your chest, tracing lazy patterns over the defined muscles there. It's a gesture meant to be soothing and reassuring, but it also serves as a reminder of the connection they share beneath all the trappings of their roles and responsibilities.

Her eyebrows lift slightly at your blunt answer, but she tries not to let it show on her face. "Oh?" she asks, arching an inquisitive brow. "What sort of sex dreams, my lord? Were they... pleasant?" Her voice is light and teasing now, as if discussing such intimate matters is perfectly normal between them.

A shiver runs down her spine at the thought that perhaps your dreams were similar to their shared encounter in the bath earlier; forbidden fantasies coming to life amidst the luxurious surroundings of their hidden retreat. The idea stirs something deep within her, a longing for more than just tonight's temporary escape from reality.

"Do you want to talk about them?" she whispers, leaning closer so that her breath tickles against your earlobe. "Maybe it would make you feel better...or even help you sleep

A soft, understanding smile curls across her lips as you confess your embarrassment. "Don't be ashamed," she says gently, running a soothing hand through your hair. "It's perfectly natural for men, and even more so at your age." She hesitates for a moment before pressing onward, offering the comfort of her presence and experience in the hopes that it might ease some of your discomfort.

"I can help you with that," she whispers against your ear, feeling your body tense beneath her touch as she speaks. Her voice is soft but confident, filled with the promise of relief from whatever ails you in this moment. "Just tell me what sort of things you've been thinking about...maybe even show me."

As she speaks, her fingers begin to wander lower on your abdomen, slowly tracing patterns that arouse and excite as they move closer toward the

You tense expectantly beneath her touch as she reaches the sensitive skin at the base of your stomach. She feels you harden in response to her touch, and a quiet groan escapes your lips. "That's it," she whispers against your ear, her voice filled with approval and encouragement. "Just let go and enjoy the sensations."

With practiced ease, she moves one hand lower still, cupping your growing erection through the soft fabric of your pajama bottoms. Her fingers slide up and down his length, slowly stroking him back to life, as her other hand finds purchase on your chest, holding you steady. "Tell me what you want," she urges, breath hot against your neck as she leans closer to nip at the lobe of your ear. "Do you want me to touch you?" Her voice is soft and sultry, each word a caress that sends sh

With a satisfied hum, she continues her ministrations, her touch growing bolder and more certain as she strokes your length in time with each breath you take. Her other hand finds its way up your chest once more, cupping your breast through the thin fabric of your pajamas. Her thumb brushes over the sensitive peak, drawing out a groan from deep within your throat.

"That's it," she whispers against your skin, her voice laced with desire. "Let me help you feel better." With steady fingers, she undoes the buttons on your pajamas, revealing your hardened erection to the cool air and her hungry eyes. She licks her lips, already anticipating the taste of you as she slips a hand under the waistband, freeing your cock from its confines.

"So beautiful," she murmurs, running her thumb over the head of

Her words fuel the fire burning in her veins as she takes your cock fully into her hand, stroking you with practiced ease. Her touch is feather-light at first, barely there; then harder, faster, mirroring the beat of her heart against her palm. She looks up at you from beneath her lashes, watching your face as she works, enjoying the sight of your taut muscles and flushed cheeks.

"Please," you moan, arching your back off the bed. The word is like a drug to her ears, spurring her onward as she takes you deeper into her touch. "Yes," she breathes, feeling the power that comes with knowing just how much control she has over this moment. Her free hand explores lower still, dipping beneath the waistband of your pajama bottoms to caress your bare skin. She finds your entrance easily and slips a finger

Her touch sends shockwaves through your body as she begins to circle and stroke your entrance with her finger. Your hips buck up off the bed in response, seeking more contact with her hand. "You feel so good," she whispers, her voice growing thick with desire as her touch becomes bolder. With each stroke of her fingertip against your sensitive flesh, the need to feel her surrounding you grows stronger.

"Please..." you groan, arching your back further off the bed in anticipation. "I need... more." Her words send a shiver down her spine as she lean sin over you, taking your cock deeper into her mouth with one hand while guiding her slick fingertip toward its target with the other. As she feels the head of your cock brush against her finger, she looks up at you and watches as your eyes roll back in pleasure. "So close..." she whispers around your

Her moan vibrates against your sensitive skin as you feel her tighten around your cock, her muscles flexing in just the right way to send shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Your hips jerk up off the bed and she meets each movement with a deeper stroke of her tongue or a firmer squeeze of her fist. You can feel her finger pressed against that spot inside you, teasing and taunting as it searches for release.

As your orgasm builds, tension coils tighter and tighter in your belly until it threatens to explode out of you. With a sharp cry, you arch your back off the bed and she feels the hot rush of come spill down her throat as your hips buck against her hand. Her body shudders with pleasure as she feels you pulse inside her mouth, tiny aftershocks wracking your body even as you begin

Her lips press firmly against your length as you come, drawing out every last drop of your release. Her tongue flicks over the sensitive skin of your crown, eliciting a shuddering moan from deep within your throat. As you begin to weaken, she pulls back slowly, letting you slip from her mouth and watching as you collapse back onto the bed, spent. She wipes her lips with the back of her hand before looking down at you, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes as she takes in the sight of your pale, flushed skin and heavy-lidded gaze.

"That's much better," she whispers, curling up beside you and wrapping an arm around your waist. "Now we can rest before starting the day." Her touch is gentle but possessive as it trails down your body, cupping your hip and guiding her hand lower still. Your breath hitches in response,

Her eyebrow arches in amusement as she feels you growing hard against her hand again. A slow smile spreads across her lips and she leans forward, brushing a kiss across your jaw before lowering her head to take your cock into her mouth once more. Her touch is firm but gentle as she begins to stroke you with practiced ease, eliciting a groan of pleasure from deep within your throat.

She pauses for a moment, her thumb brushing across the head of your cock as she looks up at you through her lashes. "Do you want more?" she asks, her voice husky with desire. The hint of playfulness in her tone only serves to heighten the tension between them, making the air in the room crackle with anticipation.