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The Maid's New Pet (*Velvet~Lust* x sinfulrook)

*Velvet~Lust*

*Velvet~Lust*

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Claire Hartly starts her mornings off just the same as the others. She gets up, takes a shower, makes breakfast, cleans the house from top to bottom, prepares the noon meal, takes care of the plants outside in the garden, makes supper, washes the dishes, does extra cleaning if needed, then heads to bed. All in one day, she gets everything done and she makes sure it is perfect for Mr. James Whitlock, the gorgeous man she works for as his only maid. She blushes at her Master's portrait hanging in the grand hallway at the left of the entrance of the Whitlock Mansion. She snaps out of it once she hears footsteps walking down the polished oak steps of the grand staircase in the center of the majestic entrance, causing her to get back to work within a half of a second. "G-good morning, Master Whitlock," she stutters lightly as she watches him walk towards her with his dark eyes watching every move.

"Good morning, Miss Claire," he said with his husky voice. "I expect this place to be spotless when I get back from my vacation." He gently lifts her head with his hand and looks deeply into her eyes. "Be a good girl for me and behave yourself. I know that this will be a lot of work, so I hired someone else to help you. After I come back, we can decide to keep him or not." She opens her eyes in shock as she hears of this new addition to the Whitlock mansion.

"B-but.. Master.. I can do all of this easily by myse--" Before she could finish, trying not to stutter, Mr. Whitlock intervenes: "I said be a good girl. You will do as you are told." His eyes grew darker and more grim. She shivers in fear, yet excitement, thinking about the things they have done in the rooms of the mansion together, punishing and pleasuring her and making her pleasure him.

"Yes, Master," she gently looks away and bows as Master Whitlock leaves the front door. She rushes towards the window to watch him leave, looking at the long black limo drive slowly out of the circular entrance towards the large iron gates. As soon as he leaves, she frowns very deeply, wondering who this man was that would be helping her. She hates the thought of it and makes sure she plans for his visit to be a living hell. And as soon as her sly smile started to form across her lips, she can hear a knock at the door, knowing that this newcomer is just right behind it.
 
Johaan Hydes just got out of butler school, where most of the world's maids and butlers have gone to learn how to properly clean, cook, make beds, and all that good stuff that everyone should know if they are going into the servant world. Johaan, or as most would just call him John, was put in a taxi and was brought to the Whitlock's mansion, one of the largest homes that anyone has worked in. As the cab stopped, he paid the driver what he owed, and then stood up and out of the car.

John had an athletic body build, he was muscular enough to do the heavier lifting if any was needed, and strong enough to be a body guard for someone. As he noticed the gates of the mansion open up, he stepped up to the limo as it stopped beside him. "Master Whitlock, I am the new butler you have hired." He said and bowed his head a little bit to the rich man. "Ah, yes, Miss Claire is inside and she will be helping you get situated. Go on inside, and behave yourself." The man said in his husky voice and rolled the window back up, the limo pulling away and down the road towards the airport.

The young butler proceeded past the gate and watched it close, since the man in the booth had pressed a button to close the gate. John walked up the mansion's front staircase and walked up to the door, a cool breeze blowing through his short hair. He closed his eyes for a moment and sighed a little bit, then fixed his sky blue eyes on the front door and knocked on it using the handle that has been made to knock. He couldn't wait to see the large home he was going to clean and the person he was going to work alongside with. Wait... Did he mention Miss Claire? A woman?
 
Claire narrows her eyes as she opens the door then quickly transforms her face into an innocent welcoming smile. "Welcome to the Whitlock Mansion." She bows and opens the door wider, standing at the side, to have him walk inside. "While you're here, I'm going to torture you and make your life a living hell," she thinks to herself while looking at him with a fake smile. "Please, do come in. Don't be shy Mr.... What's your name?" She looks at him with curiosity and hatred. She did not want this man stepping inside this mansion and trying to help with her duties. She wants him gone, for good; but for her dear Master Whitlock's sake, she will have to obey and torture the hell out of the butler until she is satisfied.
 
John nodded and slowly stepped inside the mansion, looking around the immense lobby. "Hydes, Johaan Hydes." He introduced himself and turned to her, bowing a little bit before her. "I'm looking forward to working with you Miss Claire." He said to her as he watched her close the door. He turned back around to examine the lobby some more. There were lots of paintings and vases, and all of it seemed extremely expensive, so he knew if he broke anything, he'd get booted out of the mansion instantly. He realized he was being too formal to the maid, and so he turned to look at her, noticing she had an amazing body. "Please, feel free to call me John. I know I'm just a new worker here, and you probably hate me, but then again, everyone that meets me always does." He said with a small sigh and waited for her to show him to his bedroom, or perhaps just a show around the manse.
 
Claire just glared at him, not really sure what to think of his name. She began to close the door and turned around to face this "Johaan" or "John", the new butler. "Well, I think Johaan is much better than John. I think I will call you that and you can call me Claire." She walked past him, hearing him state that everyone he met has hated him. "Not surprised," she thought to herself. "So what are your skills?" she asked him, then decided for him not to answer. "Actually don't answer that. I want you to show me your skills and cl
 
Claire just glared at him, not really sure what to think of his name. She began to close the door and turned around to face this "Johaan" or "John", the new butler. "Well, I think Johaan is much better than John. I think I will call you that and you can call me Claire." She walked past him, hearing him state that everyone he met has hated him. "Not surprised," she thought to herself.

"So what are your skills?" she asked him, turning around again to see his face, to see his expression, then decided for him to not answer. "Actually don't answer that. I want you to show me them. But first..."

She grabbed a map and shoved it in Johaan's arms. "Read it, study it, and memorize it. If I don't see you in your bedroom in five minutes," she said as she points to the room circled in a dark blue pen. "I will come find you and kick you out myself." She turned around and turned into a long corridor, taking the long way towards his bedroom. She smirked to herself and arrived to his room. "Only two minutes until he is gone," she said to herself as she laid on the bed, relaxing like her Master does in his. "But if he does make it, then I will make him do the most rigorous work around the house." She smiled from ear to ear, loving the images of him cleaning each carpet and wooden floor by hand in each and every room.
 
Johaan took the map and looked at it, looking at the spot she pointed to. "I'll be there, Claire." He said to her and watched her walk off down a hall. He studied the map for a minute and was confused for a second, then noticed it was upside down when she handed it to him. Not long after he looked at it, he drew himself a path in his mind and went the shortest way to his room that was possible.

He made it to the room with a minute to spare, opening the door and stepping inside. He saw her laying down on his bed and cleared his throat. "Looks like I made it just in time." He said to her, smiling a bit, feeling proud of himself. He looked around the room and saw that it was quite large, and it even had a private bathroom with a full bath and shower in it. The room was larger than he thought he would receive, so he would have to thank his Master for giving it to him when he returns.

"Alright, I know the whole map now, what's next?" He asked her without fear, knowing she probably really hates him right now. I wonder why she only gave me five minutes to find my room... And why would she kick me out? Johaan thought to himself as he stood there, waiting for an answer from the maid. He couldn't help but notice that her clothing was a little bit... Revealing, and he liked it quite a bit. He tried to contain himself from saying something about her, but just kept it locked up in his head.
 
Claire widened her eyes then rolled them as she saw him walk into his bedroom before the time was up. "Well for one thing, you can read," she said slyly as she snatched the map out of his hands. "Now it's time to see how you can organize this room to be spotless clean with all your belongings in place, whether it's in the drawers, closet, or the bathroom, I want to see this room complete before dinner." She looked over at the clock and sneered, "So that means you only have an hour to do so." She laid back down on the bed and closed her eyes, after setting up an alarm for 6:00PM on the clock beside her on the dresser. "And since I'm already on the bed, I think I'll be taking a nap."
 
Johaan watched the girl snatch the map from him, but he didn't budge at all, he just stood there and listened, and also watched her move about. "One hour huh..." He said and ran back to the lobby to grab his things, then came back and began neatly putting away all his clothes and toiletries. "I'm assuming bedsheets are provided." He mumbled to himself a little bit as he was hanging some of his clothes in the closet. He finished relatively quickly, in about forty minutes. The bathroom was neat and organized, just the way he wanted it, his closet full of clothes, not a single wrinkle on any of them, and his socks, undershirts, and underwear, all folded neatly and tucked away into the drawers properly. He has just gotten out of butler school, so he was trained to do such things. He watched the maid nap on his bed, and so he decided to sit in a chair beside the bed and just wait out the ten minutes that were left.
 
The alarm went off, waking her from her nap, too short for her liking. She squinted her eyes and quickly sat up, looking around the room and frowned. "Oh, so you did do it? What a pity..." She got up from the bed and handed him sheets. "Take care of this quickly and after that, I want you to come down to the kitchen to help me prepare for our meal." She walked out of the door, slamming it behind her and walked quickly to the kitchen, finding all the ingredients needed for the meal and set it up on the counters for preparation.
 
Johaan sighed when she slammed the door and started getting the bedsheets ready for his bed. Why does she hate me? I did nothing wrong... Did I? He thought to himself as he was making his bed. Once he finished just minutes after, he went down to the kitchen, rememberting all the paths around the entire house when he saw the map. He went inside the kitchen and saw her all ready to prepare dinner. "So what are we making?" He asked her, just curious to know what they ate for dinner normally. While in school, he'd eat a lot of junk food, but when on holidays and at home, he always ate his mom's home cooked meals, and he loved them.
 
After putting out the raw chicken out on the counter, she found Johaan in the kitchen. "We'll be making a side of salad, stuffed chicken breast, and if there's any left of the chicken then chicken soup." She turned to get something from the fridge then turned right back around to look at Johaan. "Since I'll be preparing the chicken and seasoning it, I want you to work on the salad and get it done before I make the stuffing for the chicken. Got it?" She narrowed her eyes then turned right back around to get the seasoning from last week to use, since it's still considered fresh, making the seasoning to be a bit more strong in flavor.
 
Johaan noded at the things they were making and then went to the fridge to get the salad started. "Hope my salad will be good enough to match that stuffed breast." He said and blushed a little bit, keeping his face in the fridge so she wouldn't see him blushing. When he thought of a stuffed breast he thought of her busty chest, but that thought quickly faded as he found all the ingredients he wanted for the salad, and then went over to grab a big bowl and began taking the lettice leaves off the lettuce head, then mixed in a few tomatoes and began making a salad dressing that took no time at all. He couldn't finish before she made the stuffing, he wasn't the best cook in the world, but he was pretty good still.
 
Claire mixed the chicken with the seasoning with her hands, taking one piece at a time and making sure each part of the skin was covered by the fine spices. Once the last chicken was done, she turned around and noticed he still wasn't done with the salad. A huge sly smirk formed on her lips, looking at him with a lack of patience in her posture and gestures. She grabbed the ingredients for the stuffing next to her and began making it, then once she heard he was finally done with the salad, she slammed the large utensil she had in her hand for the stuffing on the table, causing some ingredients to bounce and flow off the table.

"How DARE you go over the time limit!" she said angrily, trying not to smile from her satisfaction of being able to finally torture him more. "Since you have not done what I told you to do within the time limit, you will be PUNISHED!" She walked over to him and leaned her face very close to his. "I want you to make the stuffing and finish it, stuff the chicken with it, then put it in the oven." She turned to leave, then froze in her place. "But one more thing, Johaan... You will have to do this without any clothes on. So I suggest you take your clothes off." She turned around and stuck out her hands, waiting for him to be finished so she can take them and put them in the laundry, since they were bound to be dirty from the trip anyways.
 
Johaan stood there, watching her yell at him, rubbing the back of his neck as she continued to verbally punish him. "Yes ma'am..." He said and went to go finish the stuffing that she began making, then froze when she said he had to do this without any clothes on. "N-No clothes?" He asked, stuttering a bit, blushing and then nodding. He had to obey her if he was going to get along with her, and so he stepped away from all the food and began stripping down, slowly. He first took off his collared shirt, removing one button at a time, then handed it to her as it came off his arms. The undershirt came off quickly and into her hands, and then there were the pants. He unbuckled the belt slowly and pulled it out of the loops, putting it across her hands so it wouldn't fall off. After unzipping his pants, he popped the button out of the little slit in the pants and slid them off, taking his socks off at the same time, one leg at a time. He felt a bit cold without clothing, and so he handed his pants and socks to her, and stood there in his underwear, folding his arms across his chest. "Now if you'll excuse me, Claire, I have chicken to finish up." He said and went over to the counters to finish the stuffing.
 
Claire quickly wrapped his collared shirt like a rope around his neck and pulled lightly. "I don't think so... You gotta take them off too," she said as she tugged at his underwear then let it snap back onto his skin. She smirked as she breathed on his neck, letting him go from her grasp slowly.
 
Johaan blushed a deep red, embarassed at what she had just requested. He was going to obey her though, and so, after she snapped the underwear back to his skin, he pulled away a little bit and stripped his boxers off, showing off his manhood in all of its glory. It wasn't the largest thing ever, but it was rather large for an average male. As a shiver went down his spine, goosebumps showed up all over his muscular body. "May I finish now?" He asked the maid, turning to walk back over to the food to finish it up.
 
Claire smiled when he pulled away to take off his final piece of clothing. "Good boy, you're starting to learn how things work around here," she said lightly as she snatched his boxers to add to the pile of clothing she retrieved from him. She looked down curiously and blushed at his member, even though it wasn't erected, she could tell he was an above average length. She backed away slowly as she watched him walk towards the unprepared food. She stopped when she reached the door and just watched him, looking at him up and down, checking out each and every part his skin covered over his luscious body.
 
Johaan felt her gaze on him, hoping she wasn't eye-humping him or something. He tried to calm down by taking a deep breath, then began to finish the stuffing. After a minute or so, he finished the stuffing and put it into the prepared chicken breasts, properly sealing them up and then putting them on a tray. The oven was already preaheating to 400 degrees fahrenheit, and by the time he finished, he opened up the oven, and shoved the tray in there deep, so it would all cook evenly and properly. After closing the oven door, he set the timer on the oven and turned back around, noticing that the maid was still there, holding his clothes.
 
Claire couldn't help but smile when he turned around to see her still standing there, watching every move he took, how every muscle tensed and relaxed with each movement in his body. She bit her lower lip, feeling her nipples get hard beneath her tiny outfit, revealing her right nipple above her top. She walked slowly toward Johaan then stopped in her tracks, rethinking on what she was doing. "On second thought, I think I better put these clothes away first." She sneered up at him then turned away, quickly going into the hallway and throwing them down the laundry chute nearby.

After half a minute has passed, she quickly walked into the kitchen, seeing that he was still there in his handsome naked form. She walked over to him before the chicken breasts were done and wrapped her arm around him, grasping his cock in one hand as the other trailed along his side with her fingertips barely touching his skin. "Since you've been a good boy, aside from the salad incident.. you will be rewarded." She brushed her lips on his back and then pulled away, releasing his cock from her hand and backed away a couple feet before saying, "But not now... After we eat our first dinner together, I want you to meet me in my bedroom." She smiled with a slight blush on her face, then turned around to walk out the door, closing it behind her gently as she strolled down toward the dining room to prepare the table for dinner.
 
What was that just now? The mean and cruel maid was suddenly, really nice, and he liked this niceness inside her. When she walked up to him and put her arm around him, he froze for a second, feeling her hand trail down to his cock, which twitched a bit from her touch. Her hand was so soft, and the touch so gentle. He heard the word 'reward' and got excited almost instantly, but that excitement went away once she said after dinner. Once she let him go and went into the dining room, he sighed and relaxed, getting his cock back to normal before he thought of anything else. He thought perhaps he should get dressed, but a dinner naked wouldn't hurt either. All he did the whole time before dinner was just wait in the kitchen, waiting for the chicken to finish cooking, and once it finished, he took it out of the oven and set it on top to let it cool. After a minute or two of cooling, he still used the oven mitts to slowly and carefully carry it out to the dining room, noticing the whole table already set for the two of them.
 
Claire smiled as she noticed him still undressed, holding their main course into the dining room and placing it gently between their seated area for them to share. "Please retrieve the salad, since we should eat that first and bring me some light Ranch dressing for my salad. You may choose what you wish from the fridge," she ordered as she sat there with her hands on her lap as she looked at him slyly.
 
"As you wish." The butler said and took a small bow before he went to fetch the salad and the ranch dressing. He was going to use the ranch dressing as well, and so he brought the bottle along with the salad, carefully into the dining room and set it down next to the main dish, setting the bottle of ranch down next to the salad. He then sat down and smiled a bit shyly at her. "It looks delicious, hope you'll like the salad." He said and waited for her to serve for herself before anything was served for him.
 
Claire glared at him and shook her head. "No. I want you to serve me. Put the salad on my plate, then one stuffed chicken breast on the side," she said as she leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs, watching him with a frown and narrowed eyes, curious on what he will do next.
 
Johaan sighed on the inside, but did as he was ordered. He got up, walked over to her side, picking up the salad bowl while on the way there, and then served her some salad on her plate, grabbing the ranch dressing and pouring some on top of the salad. He then carefully picked up a single chicken breast and set it on the side in a separate plate, then waited for her to say something, if it was enough, or too much, or too little. He was really nervous, the thoughts of the dinner and then the reward after made him that nervous.
 
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