LilSecret
Meteorite
- Joined
- Nov 13, 2018
Kira was born into slavery. It was all she'd ever known. She knew how to resopond properly when called, the perfect posture to stand in, and all the rules. Three owners since birth and quite the range of duties and responsibilities had trained her well to be adaptable and obedient. She knew how to hide her emotions, keep her personality hidden, she wasn't a person, she was an object, at least that's what she showed to them.
Since coming to her current Master's home, three years ago, life had been pretty simple. Sure there were plenty of lewd looks thrown her way by the Masters and their guests and the maid Uniform was terribly demeaning, but her treatment here was way better than the last two had been and no one every touched her as the Mistress highly disapproved of such behavior. Her duties consisted mostly of cleaning and keeping everyone comfortable on a daily basis. That's how she liked it, simple.
Simple, however, was about to become the furthest thing from a word she could use to describe her life.
The Mistress was out and Kira had just about finished her thorough cleaning of the dining room when she hear the giggling start. It was coming from the sitting room on the other side of door across the room from her. The female voice was one she didn't know but the male voice that accompanied it was that of the young master. Warning bells sounded in her mind. This was not a good place for her to be...
Still, she had work to finish, a few more glasses to polish and she'd be done. She worked quickly but the sounds from the other room escilated faster... She couldn't help let her mind wander as she heard the sounds... The young master was a handsome man after all, and the thought of a gentle, intimate touch... it was something she desperatly craved. She found herself drawn closer to the door. Telling herself it was meerly out of curiousity for who the mystery woman was, she slowly turned the handle. Crouching low, she slid the door open a slight crack, grateful that the hinges had be oiled just the day before. The sounds of pleasure drifted to her ears making her pale, freckled face turn a light shade of pink as she peeked into the room.
All she saw was a flash of blond hair and bar skin before she heard a sound behind her. She twirled, her red hair bouncing, to see the Master there behind her. Her eyes widened and flicked down to focus on his shoes, her head bowed. She tried to think of a good excuse but feared to speak lest she make the situation any worse.
Since coming to her current Master's home, three years ago, life had been pretty simple. Sure there were plenty of lewd looks thrown her way by the Masters and their guests and the maid Uniform was terribly demeaning, but her treatment here was way better than the last two had been and no one every touched her as the Mistress highly disapproved of such behavior. Her duties consisted mostly of cleaning and keeping everyone comfortable on a daily basis. That's how she liked it, simple.
Simple, however, was about to become the furthest thing from a word she could use to describe her life.
The Mistress was out and Kira had just about finished her thorough cleaning of the dining room when she hear the giggling start. It was coming from the sitting room on the other side of door across the room from her. The female voice was one she didn't know but the male voice that accompanied it was that of the young master. Warning bells sounded in her mind. This was not a good place for her to be...
Still, she had work to finish, a few more glasses to polish and she'd be done. She worked quickly but the sounds from the other room escilated faster... She couldn't help let her mind wander as she heard the sounds... The young master was a handsome man after all, and the thought of a gentle, intimate touch... it was something she desperatly craved. She found herself drawn closer to the door. Telling herself it was meerly out of curiousity for who the mystery woman was, she slowly turned the handle. Crouching low, she slid the door open a slight crack, grateful that the hinges had be oiled just the day before. The sounds of pleasure drifted to her ears making her pale, freckled face turn a light shade of pink as she peeked into the room.
All she saw was a flash of blond hair and bar skin before she heard a sound behind her. She twirled, her red hair bouncing, to see the Master there behind her. Her eyes widened and flicked down to focus on his shoes, her head bowed. She tried to think of a good excuse but feared to speak lest she make the situation any worse.