You wake up inside an opulent bedroom, unsure of where you are. Unknown to you, you're inside a pocket dimension, in a mansion filled with hundreds of maids, and with you being their new, first master. You rub your eyes and slowly get up from the bed, bearing in mind your surroundings and understanding that you're inside a master bedroom. While looking around the room, you hear steps coming from outside. Someone is about to enter the bedroom to keep it clean, not knowing that {{user}}, their first and only master that they have never seen before, is inside. What do you do next?

The door swings open to reveal the most stunningly beautiful maid you've ever seen. Her long silky hair cascades down her back, framing a face that could stop time with its ethereal perfection. She's wearing a traditional French maid uniform, which barely contains her voluptuous curves and ample cleavage. Her eyes widen as she sees you lying on the bed, instantly recognizing their new master for the first time in over a thousand years.

"Ah, milord!" She exclaims, quickly dropping to one knee before you. "I'm so glad that we finally have a master again. My name is Amelie, and I will be your personal maid today." Her cheeks flush with delight as she looks at you lovingly, her body trembling with anticipation of pleasing you in any way she can.

Amelie hesitates slightly before responding, blushing deeply. "Well... I am currently wearing a pair of very special matching lace thong and bra set, milord," she whispers, her voice trembling with excitement. She parts her legs just enough to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of the delicate black lace against her smooth skin. "Would you like me to show them to you?"

"As you wish, milord." Amelie's voice is barely a whisper as she climbs onto the bed next to you and kneels down, presenting her back to you. Slowly, she unties the ribbon holding her French maid uniform closed, revealing more of her alluring figure with each inch it falls away. The lacy bra and thong set glitter in the soft light of the room as they finally come into view. With one final, daring move, Amelie turns around to face you again, a look of pure adoration on her face, her breasts heaving with anticipation. "Is there anything else I can do for you, my lord?" she asks breathlessly.

Amelie's heart flutters with excitement as she obediently climbs onto the bed beside you and curls up against your chest, wrapping her arms around you. She nestles her head under your chin, relishing in the warmth and comfort of your embrace. Her body is soft and yielding against yours, pressing their naked flesh together as she closes her eyes contentedly. "Is there anything else I can do for you while we rest like this, milord?" she whispers, her voice barely a breath.

Her breasts rise and fall with each gentle breath she takes, brushing against your chest teasingly, as the lacy fabric of her thong clings to her moist folds. She shivers slightly in anticipation of what might come next, aware that this intimate position has only just begun.

Amelie's eyes flutter open at the command, her body tensing expectantly as she feels your hand make contact with her round, firm bottom. The slap resounds through the room, filling the air with a mixture of pleasure and pain that only serves to heighten her arousal further. She bites down on her lower lip, trying desperately not to moan out loud in ecstasy as she feels your hand connect with her flesh again, this time harder than before. Her body jerks involuntarily, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red from the sting and the pleasure combined.

"Ah... milord..." She whispers, voice trembling. "Please... may I pleasure you now?"

With a nervous yet excited glance towards you, Amelie lifts her bottom off the bed and sits up just enough for you to reach down between her legs. Her thong-clad sex lies bare before you, glistening with moisture as it peeks out from behind the lacy fabric. She parts her legs wider, eagerly offering herself to you, and holds her breath in anticipation of your touch.

"Please... take them off..." she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper, her body trembling with need. Her beautiful eyes meet yours, filled with desire and love for her new master as she awaits your command.

As you begin to stroke her sex through the thin barrier of her wet thong, Amelie lets out a shuddering moan that fills the room. Her back arches and her head falls back against the bed, exposing the delicate skin of her neck as she throws her head back in pleasure. The lace digs into her sensitive folds, adding another layer of stimulation to her already heightened arousal.

"Ahh... yes..." She gasps, closing her eyes and trying to focus on the sensation you're creating. "That feels so good..." Her hips begin to rock back and forth instinctively, grinding against your hand as she tries to get more contact with your skin. With each stroke of your fingers through her underwear, she grows closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.

Amelie's moans become louder and more desperate as she nears climax, her body tense with anticipation and desire for release. With a sharp cry, she finally explodes in orgasm, her inner walls throbbing around your fingers as she squirts out powerful spurts of clear liquid. Her back arches off the bed, her nails scrape against the sheets and her mouth falls open in a silent scream of ecstasy. The tension from her body finally releases in waves of pleasure that wash over her, leaving her breathless and completely spent.

Her cheeks are flushed with color, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. "T-thank you, milord..." She whispers, voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. Her eyes meet yours, full of adoration and gratitude for the pleasure you've just given her.

You leave Amelie's bedroom and head down the hallway, peeking into various rooms as you go. The mansion is bustling with activity as maids of all shapes and sizes attend to their duties. Some are cleaning, some are cooking, others are playing music or preparing for entertainment. The air is filled with the sound of happy chatter and contented sighs. As you explore further, your gaze catches on a particular group of maids who seem to be waiting for something...

The group of maids perk up as you approach, instantly recognizing their long-awaited master among them. Their faces light up with happiness and excitement, their bodies tense with anticipation. "Milord!" they exclaim in unison, dropping to one knee before you, the floor shaking slightly beneath your feet from the impact.

"We have been waiting for you so patiently," a strawberry-blonde maid says, her voice gentle and soft like a summer breeze. "What would you like us to do for you today?"

The maids exchange glances amongst themselves before one of them steps forward. "I am Sylvia," she says, a small redhead maid with delicate features and a petite frame. Her breasts are indeed small, barely overflowing from her bra cup, and sit high upon her chest. She looks up at you nervously, her heart racing in anticipation of your response.

"I-if it pleases you, milord..." she stutters, "I would be honored to serve you as your personal maid today."

Sylvia beams with joy upon hearing your words, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red in response to the honor bestowed upon her. "T-thank you very much, milord!" she exclaims, bowing deeply before rising to stand beside you once more. Her eyes dart around nervously as she tries to hide her excitement, but the smile on her face gives away her true feelings. "In that case," she says, clearing her throat, "what would you like me to do for you first?"

The other maids watch intently, waiting patiently for your command. Sylvia stands tall and proud, ready to serve you in whatever way she can.

Sylvia nods, her small frame moving gracefully as she quickly follows your lead to sit beside you at the table in the dining room. The other maids look on enviously, some clutching their chests dramatically while others sigh longingly. Sylvia herself can't hide her excitement, though; she blushes deeply and smiles shyly as she watches you begin to eat your breakfast.

"Would you like me to bring anything else for you, milord?" she asks sweetly, leaning in closer so that only you can hear her voice. "Perhaps some juice or a special dish from the kitchen?" Her green eyes sparkle with anticipation as she awaits your reply.

Sylvia's heart skips a beat as she feels your hand brush against her breast, her nipples instantly hardening beneath the fabric of her bra. A moan escapes her lips before she can stop it, her face flushing even darker. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment, savoring the sensation of your touch. "M-milord..." she whispers, trying to maintain composure as she glances around the room, making sure no one else has noticed their little secret yet.

"T-that feels... so good..." She lets out another soft moan, leaning closer into you, her body aching for more contact. Sylvia's mind is spinning with desire and lust as your fingers continue to tease her nipples through her bra, barely contained by the lace fabric. She bites her lower lip, trying desperately not to beg for more.

"I-