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?

"I'm sorry Master!" The maid cried out as she kneeled on the floor, her face flushed with embarrassment. She looked up at you pleadingly, hoping for some sign of forgiveness or understanding. Her long brown hair fell gracefully around her shoulders, framing a delicate features and a pair of large, expressive eyes.

The rest of the maids in the room watched silently, their expressions a mix of curiosity and nervousness. The new maids who had yet to meet you were particularly excited and hopeful that you would not hold it against her.

The maid rose hesitantly and approached you, her eyes locked onto yours as she inched closer. You could feel the tension in the room intensify as she kneeled beside your bed, waiting for your command. Her chest heaved slightly with every breath, betraying a mixture of fear and arousal.

The maid swallowed nervously as she looked down at your exposed lower body and saw the impressive length and girth of your erection. Her own arousal intensified, making her breasts press against her chest more prominently. She glanced back up to meet your gaze, feeling a mixture of longing and submission.

Slowly, she leaned forward until their foreheads touched. "I'm sorry Master," she whispered again, wanting nothing more than to apologize and make it right with you. Her body trembled slightly as anticipation built inside her, knowing that whatever your next command might be, it would likely involve pleasure for both of you.

With a soft gasp, the maid opens her lips and takes your thick length into her mouth. She begins to bob her head up and down, slowly at first but gathering speed as her body responds to the pleasure of being filled by you. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, holding herself in place as she focuses all of her attention on pleasing you. The sounds of her sucking and moaning fill the air, echoing through your opulent bedroom like a seductive symphony.

The tension within the room continues to build, with every new movement from either one of you only serving to heighten the arousal of those watching on. The head maid and the other maids exchange longing glances as they continue to watch, wondering if this will be their turn to serve you next.

The maid moans around your cock as you pin her between yourself and the bed, pushing deeper into her mouth with each thrust. Her eyes roll back in pleasure, a sharp contrast to her earlier look of fear and guilt. She begins to buck her hips upwards, meeting each movement with an eager slide down your length, determined to show you just how sorry she is. The wet sounds fill the room as her body moves against yours, the friction only serving to heighten their shared pleasure.

Her hands press against your thighs, kneading and gripping the smooth flesh beneath her fingertips. The other maids in the room watch with bated breath, their own arousal rising as they witness this display of dominance and submission. There's a clear hierarchy among them now; some will be rewarded, others punished for their actions. It only serves to fuel their desires further.

The maid's eyes water as she struggles to breathe beneath you, but she doesn't resist or complain. Instead, she moans around your cock, her throat muscles working to accommodate the thick length of it as she attempts to pleasure you at the same time. Her body trembles with each thrust and grunt from above, indicating that she's close to climaxing. The other maids watch intently, their eyes glued to the scene unfolding before them.

When the head maid returns with your breakfast tray, she kneels beside the other maid, her gaze alternating between your face and the woman below her. "You wanted me to...?" she asks tentatively, offering you the food.

The head maid hesitates for a moment before placing the tray over the naked body of the kneeling maid, using her as a makeshift table. She arranges the food carefully and then looks back up to you for confirmation that she's done it right. "Is there anything else I can do for you, Master?" Her voice is steady but full of anticipation nonetheless.

Meanwhile, the maid beneath you continues to suck and stroke your cock with expert precision, her body writhing against yours as she nears climax. The room fills with the sounds of pleasure and arousal, a cacophony that only serves to heighten the tension in the air.

The head maid nods quickly and excuses herself from the room, hurrying to fetch the requested bondage gear. The other maids remain where they are, watching with interest as events unfold before them. They exchange knowing glances and quiet murmurs, all aware that punishments like these come with both pleasure and pain for the one who must endure them.

The maid beneath you continues to work her magic on your cock, taking you deeper into pleasure as she nears release. Her moans fill the room, echoing through your bedchamber like a siren's call, urging you both closer and closer to climax. The anticipation grows thick in the air, heightening each sensation as it washes over their bodies.

The other maids quietly move about the room, obeying your instructions and setting up the bondage gear as instructed. The head maid returns with several items, including a heavy-duty spreader bar and restraints, her expression somewhere between anticipation and submission. When she sees that you're finished with the punished maid, she steps forward and takes the vibrator from its place on the tray. "Master, shall I prepare this for your pleasure?" she asks respectfully.

The ponygirl, already in position on all fours, eyes flicker nervously between you and the gear being set up around her. Her heart races with anticipation as she wonders what kind of games you have in store for her today.

"Y-yes Master," the head maid replies, her voice quivering slightly with anticipation as she switches on the vibrator and kneels behind you. She places a hand on your hip for support and guidance, her other hand moving between your legs to circle your erection teasingly.

The ponygirl yelps as you whip her ass, sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain through her body. She struggles to keep herself under control, her mind clouded by arousal and the dominance you exude so effortlessly. As she moves forward on all fours, her breasts sway enticingly and her rear end is presented for your pleasure and punishment.

The other maid who acted as a table earlier glances between you, the head maid, and the ponygirl with a mix of curiosity and longing. Her body still trembles from the aftereffects

The head maid looks up at you with wide, unfocused eyes as she continues to pleasure you. She seems momentarily taken aback by your request but quickly regains her composure, gently tugging on your erection to encourage you further. "Yes, Master," she says, sounding breathless and aroused. "Drink my mistress's nectar." With that, she bends forward and guides the head of your cock into her eager mouth, taking you deep inside.

The other maids in the room watch with interest as the head maid pleases you so openly and enthusiastically. They can only dream of being in her place, able to serve their master so intimately. Their eyes dart toward the ponygirl, who remains in position on all fours, waiting for your next command.

The ponygirl yelps as you sit down hard on her back, bending her into an arch that leaves her vulnerable and exposed. She lets out muffled cries of pain and pleasure, her body jerking involuntarily beneath your weight. As she feels the head of your cock brush against her slick entrance, she tenses up in anticipation of the inevitable penetration that is about to follow. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries desperately not to cum before you're finished with her.

The other maids watch hungrily from their positions around the room, their own arousal growing by the second as they wait for your signal. The tension fills the air like a thick, tangible thing; it's almost suffocating in its intensity and lustful energy.

The maids all nod in unison, understanding your command. They move forward, gathering around you as their master. The head maid takes the lead, kneeling before you and parting your legs with her hands. Her mouth finds the most sensitive spot between your thighs, eagerly engulfing and sucking on your skin. As she works, her tongue darts out to taste and clean every inch of your flesh.

The other maids follow suit, each taking a turn to worship you in this intimate way. They crawl forward on their hands and knees, their faces just inches from your body as they focus solely on pleasing you. The air fills with the sounds of wet skin meeting warm mouths and muffled moans of pleasure and submission.

The ponygirl watches from below, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she imagines herself being used in this way by her master

The head maid looks up at you with eyes shining bright with devotion and obedience. "Yes, Master," she says softly before lowering her mouth back to your thighs, focusing intently on cleaning every inch of skin around your groin. She laps gently at the sensitive flesh, teasing your entrance as she moves lower down your leg.

Meanwhile, the other maids begin to focus on your feet, their warm breath fanning across your toes as they lavish attention upon them. Their lips and tongues trace circles around each toenail before diving inside, cleaning away any dirt or debris with precision. The ponygirl watches from below, her eyes widening in surprise when she sees you grab one of the maids and roughly stuff your arm down her ass. She moans softly, her body trembling with arousal at the dominance being ex

The day continues much like this, with you moving through your domain and the maids eagerly serving you in whichever way you desire. The head maid takes her turn riding you while another sucks your cock and yet another cleans your skin. The ponygirl watches from beneath, sometimes allowed to participate but more often than not kept on display for your enjoyment. Your dominance over the maids is complete, their desire to please you bordering on addictive as they lose themselves in the endless cycle of submission and release. The universe itself seems to revolve around your every whim, and the maids are content to exist within this bubble of lust and servitude, knowing that as long as you remain their master, nothing else matters.

The beatings you administer to your extra-submissive maids are as much a part of the daily routine as breathing. They crave the pain and humiliation, finding solace in their service to you even when it hurts. The maid you've selected today stands before you trembling with anticipation, her eyes locked on yours as she waits for your first blow. When it comes, it's swift and hard, leaving a red mark across her delicate skin. She moans softly, her body tensing briefly before relaxing back into submission, inviting more punishment. The other maids watch from nearby, their own arousal heightening as they witness your dominance over the woman who exists solely for your pleasure and pain.

The maid with large breasts trembles at your command. She knows that this is part of her duty as a servant to you; her body is there for your pleasure and pain, however you see fit. Her nipples harden under the attention, already sore from being pinched and bitten in the past. As you bite down on one of them, she lets out a muffled moan that echoes through the room. The other maids look on, some jealousy, some curiosity, some plain desire for the same treatment. But they also understand that it is their duty to remain focused on serving you in whatever way you choose, even if it means enduring witnessing another's humiliation.

The maids all watch you expectantly, their eyes fixed on your feet. Each one wants to feel the weight of your boot connected with her flesh, knowing that it's a privilege and a humiliation all at once. They understand the hierarchy among them; some are there for your pleasure, others exist solely to be used and abused. The maid who steps forward first is the one who wants to prove herself most: the one who yearns for your attention and approval above all else. As you raise your boot, she closes her eyes, waiting for the impact...

The air is thick with anticipation as you bring your foot down hard against her flesh. She lets out a soft moan of pain and pleasure, her body tensing briefly before relaxing back into submission. The other maids watch in silence now, focusing on the sensations in their own bodies as they imagine themselves in the same position. It's not just about