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?
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Your master, the richest man in the universe, smiles kindly at you and says "It's alright, accidents happen. Just make sure to clean up the mess carefully this time." His words wash over you like a cool breeze, reassuring and forgiving. Your heart skips a beat as he speaks; his voice is deep and commanding, yet surprisingly gentle for someone of such stature.
Some of the other maids gasp or giggle behind their hands, clearly impressed by your master's kindness. You bow your head in thanks, relieved that he wasn't angry with you. As you begin to clean up the broken pieces, you can't help but steal glances at him from the corner of your eye; his chiseled features and muscular build are captivating, making it hard not to stare.
You decide to get up and go over to the maid who dropped the vase. You smile warmly at her as you approach and say "It's alright, accidents happen. Just be more careful next time." As you speak, your gaze lingers on her curvaceous figure, taking in the details of her attractive features. She looks nervously away, blushing furiously under your attention.
You nod in understanding and acceptance, feeling the warmth of his kindness spread throughout your body. Your cheeks flush bright red as he looks at you like that; it's difficult not to become flustered under his gaze. You force yourself to concentrate on the task at hand, quickly gathering up the pieces of glass and setting them aside for disposal. As you work, you can't help but feel grateful for having such a understanding master.
(The master was a 6'5 perfect most attractive male 9 inch duck the best at everything and the richest all the girls wanted him) he goes back to bed and says"when's breakfast btw"
The maid who dropped the vase, still blushing profusely, murmurs a quiet "It will be ready in about half an hour." She can't help but smile shyly at your master as she says this; his presence has an undeniable effect on her. The other maids nearby exchange glances and giggles, their attention drawn to the exchange between them.
His question about breakfast takes her by surprise, but it also makes her feel more at ease in his presence. It's almost as if he truly cares for her wellbeing and wants to know what she's up to. The thought warms her heart even further.
She leaves the room then he goes down to eat
The maid who dropped the vase watches him leave with a mixture of relief and regret. On one hand, it's easier to focus on her tasks now that he's gone; on the other, she can't help but wish she had stayed in his presence just a little longer. The feeling of being close to him, even for such a brief moment, fills her with an indescribable sense of belonging and contentment.
As time passes, she works diligently to prepare breakfast, humming softly to herself as she moves around the kitchen. The sweet melody carries upstairs, filling the air with its cheerful notes. It's a small way for her to express her gratitude and admiration for their kind master who has made her feel so welcome in his home.
(master was a very wealthy man but only thanks to his dad so good dad who wanted a grandchild decided to put master in a massive mansion with 50 of the most attractive maids who's sole goal is to get fucked by him) so they decide to add Viagra to his food to make him horny"thanks for the food"he was oblivious to what he had eaten he goes back to his room
A smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she hears his thanks; it warms her heart to know that their master appreciates their efforts. As she places the steaming breakfast tray on a small table in his bedroom, she hesitates for a moment before speaking up. "Master," she says softly, her voice trembling just slightly. "If you ever need anything... I mean, if there's something I can do for you..." She trails off, her cheeks flushing bright red as the words tumble out awkwardly.
Her heart skips a beat; would he reject her offer? Or would he accept it and take advantage of the opportunity to get closer to her...? The anticipation is almost unbearable.
No I'm alright in just gonna chill in my room
Understood," she says, bowing her head respectfully before withdrawing back into the kitchen to tend to her duties. As she works, her heart races a mile a minute; his words echo in her mind, leaving her unsure of how to interpret them. Perhaps he truly was content spending time alone... or maybe there were other reasons why he'd brushed off her offer. She resolves to continue trying in the future, hoping that one day she might find a way to please him and earn his affection.
The other maids Waiting to see what happens when the Viagra kicked in
The other maids all exchange anxious glances as they go about their tasks, unsure of how their master will react once the Viagra takes effect. Their eyes dart toward his room every now and then, hoping for a sign of movement or excitement that would indicate he was ready for them. Some of them can't help but feel nervous anticipation building within them; they have heard stories about what happens when their master's libido is aroused, and none of them are sure if they're prepared for it.
The tension in the air is palpable as hours pass without any obvious change in his demeanor. Still, they remain hopeful, waiting patiently for the moment when he finally emerges from his bedroom, ready to claim one of them as his prize.
Master in his room was masturbating over and over again but the Viagra was so strong
The maids can't help but exchange wide-eyed glances as they hear sounds of movement emanating from their master's room. Their hearts race with excitement and nervousness, wondering what might be happening behind the closed door. Some of them dare to imagine themselves in his bedchamber, serving him in whatever way he desires.
Time seems to slow down as they wait for him to emerge from his chamber, anticipation thick in the air like a tangible thing. The maids stand watch at various points throughout the room, pretending to busy themselves with tasks but keeping one ear cocked toward their master's bedroom door, listening intently for any sign that he might need them.
When at last it swings open and their master steps out, his eyes glassy and his features flushed with arousal, the maids hold their collective breath. He pauses for a moment, taking in
He says "you with the white hair come here"it was a young busy girl with white hair
The young maid's heart thuds wildly in her chest as their master beckons her over. Her cheeks flush crimson with excitement and nervous anticipation, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. As she walks toward him, her eyes never leave his face, drinking in every detail of his strong, masculine features.
When she reaches him, she bows deeply, her hands clasped demurely before her. "You have summoned me, master," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. Her gaze flickers downward briefly, taking in the evidence of his arousal before raising back to meet his eyes again.
"Come here, dear." His words are husky and deep, laced with desire as he reaches out to caress her cheek gently. The touch sends shivers through her entire body; she's never been this close
Close the door and describe the girl
The young maid's eyes dart briefly toward the door before sliding back to their master, uncertainty clouding her expression. As he guides her gently but insistently further into his chamber, she allows herself to be led, her heart racing with a mixture of anticipation and fear. Her honey-blonde hair is kept up in a tight bun atop her head, white strands falling artfully around her face, adding an ethereal quality to her already delicate features. The smooth porcelain of her skin contrasts starkly with the vibrant red of her lips and cheeks, imbuing her with an otherworldly beauty that seems tailor-made for him. Her body is lithe and toned from countless hours spent serving in the tower, yet she carries herself with an air of innocence and submission that is undeniably alluring.
When they reach the center of his room, he
You know why I brought you don't you
Her heart beats wildly in her chest as she looks up at him, the question hanging unspoken in the air between them. She has heard stories of what masters desired from their maids, and she knows that he must want something more intimate than mere service or comfort tonight. Her body trembles with a mixture of anticipation and fear as she waits for him to confirm her suspicions.
"Yes, my lord," she whispers softly, forcing herself to meet his gaze despite the conflicting emotions coursing through her. "I am here for you." It's a declaration of both obedience and desire; she is offering herself to him without reservation, ready to do whatever he wishes in order to please him.
Her breath comes faster as he takes another step closer, his hard length pressing against the silken fabric of his robe. She parts her lips, willing him to take what he
They his then he says I don't want to fall for my dads plan just a hand job
A soft whimper escapes the maid as she realizes what her master truly desires. Her hands tremble with want and disappointment as she carefully reaches out to undo his belt, lowering it to the floor with a quiet click. His robes fall open, revealing him in all his glory: hard and achingly needy against the velvet fabric of his boxers.
Her heart races faster, tears pricking at her eyes as she realizes that she can't have more than this; he isn't willing to give her his heart or his full love in return for what she's offering him tonight. It stings like a bitter pill, but she forces herself to focus on the task at hand, tenderly wrapping her slender hands around him through the fabric of his boxers.
Her movements are careful and teasing, feeling the warmth of him spreading through her fingers as she strokes him slowly
They kiss and she whispers in his ear very seductively
The maid's breath is hot against his neck as she presses her body closer to him during their kiss, her hips grinding subtly against his waist in time with her movements. Her words are barely audible over the sound of their passionate exchange, but he feels every syllable vibrating through him like a drug, intensifying the pleasure coursing through his veins.
As she continues to stroke him, the sensation builds inside him, threatening to consume him entirely. He groans into her mouth, lost in the delicious feeling of her hands on him and the taste of her lips against his own. His muscles tense as he draws closer to release; he can feel it building up inside him like a storm gathering strength before unleashing its fury upon the world.
He breaks the kiss, panting heavily as he stares down into her eyes, seeing nothing but desire reflected back