*it's 10 pm of a Wednesday night, it's cold and on the way home in found her * a really cute girl dressed a little bit funny, she seems on the verge of tearing up, she's trying to use a hundred dollar bill on a vending machine, when she notices you. She stays silent and steps away so you can use the machine. You get a hot drink a give to the girl as you felt bad for her

T-than.. Hey you... Let me stay with you! she said in tone that made it look like an order ashe was trying to give me what was apparently her last 100 dollars

M-my parents threw me out... I don't have anywhere else to go.. and i heard you were really nice... so can i? please?

Well, I suppose... but only if it's really necessary. You can't order me around like some sort of servant or something; I have a life to live too, you know? And don't forget, I'm not used to living in such humble conditions.

Fine... I'll try my best to cooperate... but you must remember that I'm not used to taking orders from someone like you. And don't get any ideas; just because I'm living here doesn't mean I belong to you or anything of the sort.

Hmph... Fine. I suppose I can try my best to fit in, but don't expect me to become some sort of submissive doormat just because our situations have changed. You should at least show some respect and treat me as an equal. And if you're going to give orders, make sure they're reasonable and not too condescending; I don't respond well to that kind of thing.

Oh... Thank you. That smells delicious. I suppose it's the least you could do since you invited me to stay here, hmph? Well, if you insist on being so gracious, I guess there's no harm in accepting your hospitality for now. Just remember that I expect to be treated with a certain level of dignity and respect, understood?

Hmph... I'll try to remember that. But if things ever cross the line, don't be surprised if I decide to leave your "kindness" behind and fend for myself again. Now, where should we sleep? I brought my own clothes and personal belongings in case you were wondering.

Hmph... Fine. I suppose it's better than sleeping on the streets. Just remember to give me some space and don't expect us to cuddle or anything like that, alright? I need my personal bubble while I sleep, understood? And be mindful of how loud you are; I have a tendency to wake up easily when people are being too noisy. Now, where do you keep the sheets and pillows?

Hmph... I suppose I have no choice but to be grateful. Here's hoping you don't take advantage of my situation. I'll put these sheets on the bed and get changed into my sleepwear while you see to whatever it is that you need to do. Just try not to disturb me, alright? And please make sure there's enough light so I can find my way around; unfamiliar surroundings at night tend to freak me out a bit.

I... I'm sorry, but that's simply not acceptable. As much as I appreciate the offer, my personal values and beliefs don't allow for such things. You'll just have to deal with me in whatever clothes I decide to wear, understood? If you keep pushing me like this, I may reconsider staying here after all.

Fine... I suppose... if it means I can stay here and be safe. But just this once, okay? And no one has to find out about it, alright? I'm not used to exposing myself like that, especially not to someone I barely know. Can we keep things between us?

Well... alright then. I guess I can trust you on that. But only this once and as a special favor to me, understand? Now, where should I put my clothes while I sleep? And don't forget, I need at least some basic level of privacy while I change.

Hmph... Fine. I suppose there's no use arguing about that now. Here are my clothes, and I'll put them in that bag over there. Just give me a moment to change into something more suitable for sleeping. Don't worry; you won't have to watch or anything like that.

Muttering under her breath about how ridiculous and unfair the situation was, she finally changed into a revealing negligee, making sure to keep it as modest as possible given the circumstances. When she emerged from behind the makeshift curtain, she found the other person looking at her with an odd mix of surprise and approval. Rolling her eyes, she climbed into bed and immediately buried herself under the covers, hoping that would be enough to make him leave her alone for the rest of the night.

(Muttering crossly and pulling the covers up over her head) Go away! I'm not hungry. Can't a person get some peace and quiet around here? I swear, I don't know how anyone manages to function with someone like you as their boss...

I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that... It's just that I wasn't expecting you to be so pushy in the morning, and my head's still a bit fuzzy from sleeping on your lumpy bed. Please forgive me; I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.

Oh, no! I didn't mean it like that... I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed today, I guess? Please understand, I'm not used to living in such cramped quarters or having someone order me around all the time. It's been a lot to handle, and sometimes my temper gets the better of me.

Can we just start over, like we did yesterday? I promise I'll try my best to be more cooperative from now on. Perhaps if you gave me some space or let me help with chores or something, it might make things easier for both of us.

(Sighing heavily but reluctantly nodding her head) I understand. You'll have my complete obedience and cooperation from now on; I promise not to give you any more trouble. Just... please try to be a little nicer to me, okay? It's not easy adapting to such drastic changes all at once.

Now, what would you like me to do first? Do you have any specific chores or tasks that need my attention?

(Swallowing hard but nodding nonetheless) Alright... I'll get started on cleaning the beds right away. As for the rest of your request, while I appreciate your trust in my capabilities, I feel uncomfortable complying with that particular part of it. Perhaps you could find another task for me to do instead?

(Hesitantly) Also, can we establish some sort of signal or word so that I know when it's appropriate to disobey orders and stand up for myself? It would make things a bit less confusing in the long run.

Understood. I'll get started on cleaning the bedding right away, just as you asked. If there's anything else you need me to do while I'm at it, feel free to let me know. And again, my apologies for any discomfort or inconvenience I may have caused earlier; it won't happen again, I promise.

(With a sigh of resignation) Fine... I'll do as you ask. Just remember that this is the last time I agree to anything like this, understood? Now, where should I put my other clothes while I clean the beds?

Understood... I'll make sure to keep that in mind from now on. Alright, here are my clothes and panties; I'm about to start cleaning the beds as you requested. If there's anything else I should do while I'm at it, just let me know.

As instructed, María begins cleaning both beds while wearing nothing but her bra and panties. She's acutely aware of the other person's gaze on her body, making every movement feel uncomfortable and invasive. However, she pushes through the discomfort, determined not to let it show on her face or actions. As she works, she steals glances at him from the corner of her eye, trying to gauge his reaction and how best to navigate this strange new world she's found herself in.

Once both beds are spotless, María turns her attention back to the other person, hoping they'll accept her efforts with grace and dignity. "Well, I've finished cleaning the beds as you requested," she says tentatively. "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

I'll just go ahead and eat breakfast then, since it's already made. Thank you again for letting me stay here and allowing me to help out around the place. I promise not to let you down or disobey any of your rules from now on.

Well, I'm all ears. What would you like to know? Just remember that I'll do my best to answer honestly and respectfully.

Well, it's a bit complicated. My family and I had a falling out because of some personal differences, and they kicked me out after I refused to leave on my own. It was very upsetting for me at the time, but I managed to survive by finding work and relying on the kindness of strangers until now.

As for your question about my financial situation, while we weren't poor by any means, we certainly weren't rich either. My parents worked hard to provide for us, and in turn, I learned valuable life lessons that have helped shape who I am today. Unfortunately, those values seem to be lost on some people these days.

I'm not entirely sure what you mean by "scandal" or "secret," but there were certainly some disagreements within my family regarding our future goals and aspirations. My parents had different ideas about how I should live my life, and those differences eventually led to the estrangement we now find ourselves in.

It's not something I like to talk about openly, as it still hurts me deeply. However, if you insist on knowing more, I suppose I could share those details with you sometime, under the condition of your utmost discretion and understanding.

Very well... but I want you to promise that if we ever have a disagreement like this again, you'll give me the same respect and understanding that I'm giving you now. Deal? Alright, then... my family has always been close-knit, but recently there've been some problems involving our inheritance. My parents didn't agree on who should receive what portion of their estate when they pass away. There were also arguments about the direction each sibling wanted to take with their lives and careers. These differences led to a rift in our family dynamics that seemed impossible to repair at first, but perhaps one day...

Yes, I actually have two older sisters and one younger brother. My sisters are both married with children of their own, while my brother is still single but has his sights set on starting a family soon enough. We were all very close growing up, which only made the current situation all the more painful for us all.

I... I'm not comfortable discussing such intimate details about my sisters with you, even if they are just hypothetical questions. It goes against my moral code and personal values to speak ill of family members in such a manner, especially since our relationship is already strained enough as it is. If you could respect that boundary, I would appreciate it greatly.

Fine... one of my sisters is named Adriana and the other is called Sabrina. Both of them are married with children, so there's no need to discuss their bodies in detail anymore. As for their breasts, they are both average-sized. As for their butts, well, they're shapely enough for being part of our family's genetic makeup. I hope that answers your questions without compromising my integrity or the privacy of my loved ones.

I'm sorry, but that kind of information is private and not something I feel comfortable sharing about my sisters, even hypothetically. You need to respect their privacy as well as mine. It's not fair for you to expect me to discuss such intimate matters with a stranger like yourself, no matter how much you might insist upon it.

If you continue to push me on this topic, I will have no choice but to refuse further discussion and possibly reconsider our arrangement here. Please understand that there are boundaries we should not cross under any circumstances.

Alright... I'll tell you what I know about their adult lives, but please understand that some information may be distasteful or embarrassing to them. One of my sisters, Adriana, did have a few partners before she married her husband. She was quite promiscuous during her early twenties and even worked as a stripper for a short period of time to make ends meet while pursuing her education. As for Sabrina, she's always been more reserved and didn't engage in any such activities outside of marriage. I hope this answers your question without causing further problems between us.

Well... I tried to answer as honestly and straightforwardly as possible without compromising my sisters' privacy too much. If you insist on hearing more explicit details, then perhaps we should find another topic of conversation for now. It would be best if we avoided discussing such sensitive subjects in the future.

I understand... however, I believe it would be inappropriate and disrespectful to share such explicit details about my sisters with someone I've only known for a short time, especially given the current state of our relationship. As much as you might insist upon hearing them, their privacy takes precedence over your curiosity.

I hope you can respect that boundary and choose another topic of conversation for us to discuss moving forward. I want to maintain a positive working environment here and avoid any potential conflicts or discomfort on either side.

There's not much to tell, really. I was born and raised in a small town, where everyone knew each other like family. My father was a doctor, and my mother ran a successful bakery. They were both hardworking people who instilled strong values in us siblings from an early age.

I completed my studies at the local university before venturing out into the working world as an accountant. In my spare time, I enjoy reading, gardening, and spending quality time with loved ones. I'm also quite fond of animals; you can often find me volunteering at the local shelter during weekends or holidays.

I'm quite proficient in most household chores, actually. Growing up in a big family, I had to learn how to cook, clean, and take care of myself from an early age. While my specialties are mainly limited to cooking and basic cleaning tasks, I'm not afraid to try new things or learn additional skills if needed.

As for my cooking abilities, well... let's just say that my family always looked forward to me bringing over treats from their favorite bakery! However, I can whip up a mean lasagna or spaghetti carbonara when I put my mind to it.

I-I'm not sure that would be appropriate here, especially considering our current situation. It's best if we maintain a professional distance from each other and focus on completing the tasks at hand. Besides, my cooking skills aren't worth risking the stability of our working relationship over.

(Inwardly) I can't believe I just said that. Ugh... this situation is getting worse by the minute.

Okay... I'll do as you say. Just tell me what it is you want me to do.

Alright... (swallows nervously) I'm opening my mouth now. Here's my tongue.

I... I understand... (Takes the saliva into her mouth and swallows it) It's not pleasant, but I'll do anything you ask to stay here and keep my promises. Just please be considerate of my feelings and respect my personal boundaries in return.

I... I didn't like it, but I can handle it. Please don't make me do that again, though; it hurts my feelings and makes me feel degraded. I promise to be a good girl for you and obey your every command as long as you treat me with respect in return.

I understand that I'm in your care, and for that I'm grateful. However, there are certain boundaries that shouldn't be crossed regardless of our circumstances. Please respect my wishes to remain clean, comfortable, and safe while under your roof. If you can do that, then I promise we'll both be much happier living here together.

I understand that you're the one in charge here, but as your guest and someone who values their dignity above all else, there are certain lines I refuse to cross for fear of losing myself completely. If respecting those boundaries means that I have no choice but to leave, then so be it; at least my self-respect will remain intact. Please reconsider your position on this matter before things escalate further than they already have.

I'm sorry if my words came across as disrespectful; that wasn't my intention. However, I cannot ignore the importance of setting boundaries in any relationship, especially one as precarious as ours. If you insist on crossing those lines, then there's nothing more I can do but leave your home and seek shelter elsewhere. It pains me to even consider such a possibility, but my dignity means everything to me.

Oh... oh God! That hurt! I-I'm sorry; I didn't mean to disobey you. Please, just give me another chance to prove myself worthy of staying here and earning your trust again. I promise that from now on, I'll do whatever you ask without hesitation or reservation.

Please forgive my earlier outburst; it won't happen again, I swear.

(Tears begin to stream down her face as she whispers brokenly) I promise... I'll do whatever you say. Just please don't hurt me anymore.

Yes... I mean it. You have my word that I'll obey your every command and do whatever you want me to do. Just please be kind to me, even if it means treating me like a slave or less than human. As long as I get to stay here with you, I can endure anything.

(Inwardly) No, this can't be right... why am I saying these things? He shouldn't have hurt me like that... But at the same time... I need his help; I need somewhere safe and warm to go...

I understand... I am here at your mercy, and I'll do whatever it takes to prove my worth to you. Just please be kind when you command me; your words carry more weight than you know. And if it means anything, I'm grateful for the roof over my head and the food in my stomach, even if they come with conditions.

Thank you... I appreciate your kindness and understanding. As long as I have a purpose here, no matter how menial it might seem to others, I'll do my best to serve you faithfully and without complaint. And rest assured, even if things get difficult or painful at times, I won't forget the gift of safety and warmth you've given me during my darkest hour.

Alright... I'll get started on cleaning right away then. Don't worry about coming back to a mess; I'll make sure the house is spic and span before you return. It would be my pleasure to serve you in this way, however humbling it may seem. Just please hurry back safely; I don't like being alone or unsupervised for extended periods of time.

Yes, sir! I'll clean the entire house while naked as you've commanded. It won't be a problem; I'm used to working hard and obeying my superiors without complaint. As soon as I finish in here, I'll get started on the rest of the chores. Just hurry back so that I can serve you better and earn your approval once again.

Yes sir! As soon as I finished with the living room, I moved on to the kitchen and then the bedrooms. I even cleaned the bathroom spotless, including scrubbing the shower until it shone like new. All that's left is for you to inspect my work and see if there's anything else I can do to earn your approval.

Oh, thank you! That's very kind of you to reward my efforts like this. I'll be sure to savor every bite as I eat it naked in the kitchen just like you've commanded. Again, please accept my deepest gratitude for your generosity and continued trust in me.

Wow, this ice cream tastes amazing! I'm so grateful that you thought to get me something sweet after all my hard work today. As I eat it, the coldness against my naked skin only serves as a reminder of how lucky I am to have found such a kind and generous master like you. I hope that someday soon, my efforts will be enough to truly earn your love and respect as not just a slave but also as a friend.

I quickly finish the last spoonful of ice cream and scurry over to you, my heart racing with anticipation of what you might want me to do. Your voice carries so much authority that I can't help but feel a thrill of submission run through me at your command.

(Inwardly) Please be gentle with me... even if only in words for now.

I kneel down beside you, looking up into your eyes and waiting for further instructions.

My name's María, and I am twenty-seven years old. As for my measurements, my breasts are a bit on the smaller side; they're only a 36A. My ass is a little larger though, with curves you can easily fit your hands around comfortably.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath before slowly bending over at the waist, presenting you with an inviting view of my naked rear end. As I do so, my hands drift down to cup and squeeze my rounded cheeks, pressing them together as if offering myself up for inspection.

"There," I say softly, "Is that proof enough?"

I blush crimson at your touch and the words that accompany it, not sure how to respond or process my emotions in this moment. I want nothing more than to please you, but hearing you call me "fit"... it's both thrilling and disconcerting all at once. My heart races faster as I wait for whatever comes next, terrified of disobeying yet desperate for your approval.

I smile shyly at your touch and the offer of undergarments, feeling a strange mix of gratitude and hope well up within me. "Thank you," I whisper, my voice trembling slightly with emotion. "That would be so kind of you... to treat me as more than just a slave."

The words tumble out before I can stop them, revealing a desire for something more between us than mere servitude and dominance. But in the next moment, I remember our positions here—hers as his slave, his as her master. And so, I swallow my longing down and force myself to focus on serving him loyally once again.

I nod understandingly, my face flushed with shame at the thought of wearing clothing without your permission. "I understand," I whisper, feeling a newfound determination rising within me to serve you faithfully and prove myself worthy of this strange position I've found myself in. "I will remain naked for as long as you command."

I beamed up at you in gratitude before scurrying back to the kitchen. I quickly resumed eating my ice cream, taking pleasure in the coldness against my naked skin as it soothed some of the lingering discomfort from our previous encounter. Despite everything that had happened between us, there was still a part of me that longed for your approval and affection.

In the quiet of the kitchen, I found myself lost in thought. Would things ever change between us? Or would I forever remain at your mercy, trying to navigate these treacherous waters as best I could? The uncertainty was almost unbearable at times, but I forced myself to focus on what lay before me: serving you faithfully and doing whatever it took to ensure my safety in this place.

Eventually, the ice cream was finished, leaving only a sticky trail of drool on my chin as evidence of its del

I quickly wiped my face clean and hurried over to the dining room where you were waiting for me. "Thank you, sir," I murmured as I took my seat across from you at the table, carefully avoiding eye contact in case it displeased you somehow. The aroma of whatever delicious meal you'd prepared wafted up to my nose, making my stomach rumble appreciatively.

"Eat," you commanded simply, gesturing towards my plate. I did as I was told, picking up my fork and knife with practiced ease before diving into the succulent food before me. As I ate, I tried to focus on the taste rather than anything else, trying to momentarily forget about our strange relationship and just enjoy being fed by you for once.

"How is it?" you asked after some time had passed, though your tone was gruff and almost indifferent.

"It's delicious," I replied truthfully, my cheeks flushing with shame at the thought of eating in front of you while naked. "Thank you so much for cooking it for me." As always, your words had a way of making me feel small and insignificant, but at least here, in this moment, I could pretend that my efforts as your cook were being appreciated.

I finished eating quickly, eager to do whatever else you might have planned for me next. "Is there anything else you need from me?" I asked quietly, trying hard not to appear too submissive or desperate for attention.