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for fyodor…. anything with a collaring, overstim, masochistic fyodor, and femeninization will do hueheuehahaahh giggles maybe like a maid concept or sometjing.., huhu…
but honeslty idm if its fyodor or luocha or nikolai!!!
I’m so late with this cuz I was on a writer burnout but it’s time to lock in (btw not proofread)
You will never forget the day he entered through the gates of your home.
A graceful young man, with silky black hair and a soft smile on his face, applying for the spot of being your personal servant. No one knew where he came from, yet he passed every criteria with full marks. And once the head butler introduced him to you, he went on his knees, taking your hand and pressing his forehead against the back of your palm, his voice sultry sweet, “I’ll be in your care now, master. Ask anything of me.”
You were used to people flattering you due to your high ranking position and wealth, yet something about him was different. For some reason, you couldn’t shake off the nagging feeling that you were the fly trapped in melting honey.
Maybe you were being paranoid, though you could never take your eyes off him. Hesitating when he enters your office, glancing at him if he’s cleaning nearby. Something was definitely wrong about all this, even if you didn’t know the reason. You were actually so close to firing him, if not for that incident where the other servants messed with his clothes. They cut his uniform up into pieces, dumped it somewhere— typical workplace bullying. You assumed they also felt there was something wrong, and wanted him gone.
But Fyodor, that servant, was painfully stubborn. He didn’t bat an eye at the little ‘prank’ the others pulled, went into the storage room, and looked for spare clothes. That’s why on that particular day, he was serving you clad in a maid dress. If you normally couldn’t help sneak peeks at him, then now your eyes were like glued to him. A thought kept repeating itself in your mind— ‘why is he so keen on serving you? He won’t even take a single day off to arrange his former uniform.’
That’s when the seed of curiosity was sown. You wondered how far he’d be willing to go for you. When he said ‘anything’, what was the scale, where are his limits?
The first request you made of him was to keep the maid dress as his official uniform from now on. He didn’t complain nor pull a grimace, the soft, almost sheepish smile on his face a constant throughout his stay at your mansion. “Understood.” Was all he said, nodding and bowing gently. From that day onwards, he’s been wearing that maid dress, ignoring the hushed whispers of his other colleagues.
Then came things like giving him unreasonable orders, making him be on an errant all day, or just genuinely annoying tasks, all of this on top of his usual responsibilities. Calling him into your office all the time to bring you something, just making his life harder than it has to be. And still, he stayed— he didn’t even break a sweat. You were speechless and impressed at the same time.
Gradually, the time you two spend together increased, and soon enough, you also began making small talk. The orders you gave him turned more and more personal. Things like; don’t tie your hair up, wear these stockings beneath the skirt or other ridiculous stuff.
And because he never gave even the slightest resistance, carrying out all of these without a hint of dislike, you just kept going. It’s gotten to the point that now, he was standing in front of your table, holding his long dress up to reveal pale legs hugged by black stockings, and a pair of lace panties sitting snugly on his hips. You didn’t even realize when it escalated to this point, only pressing your lips into a tight line at the erotic display.
“Come here.” You said, and he walked over to where you were sitting, already kneeling down next to your chair. You opened a drawer and pulled out a leather collar, it looked quite expensive. Then, carefully, you clasped the collar around his neck, fingertips brushing over his cold skin. He dropped his head slightly to allow you more access, waiting patiently for you to finish. Once the click of the metal reached his ears, he straightened again, chuckling with his usual half-lidded eyes, “thank you for the gift, master. As always, I’m your’s.”
Just his voice alone was enough to send shivers down your spine. And god— what’s with his eyes? They were piercing through you, as if he could read all your darkest secrets with a single look. He was like a demon— no, perhaps an incubus to you.
The other servants noticed the collar, as well as the other little shifts in dynamic. They didn’t bully him anymore, because he’s gotten close to their employee, so instead, they gossiped. If one listened closely, they’d be able to hear ‘Master’s new favorite toy’ from a thousand muffled whispers.
You didn’t try to stop the rumors, you secretly relished in them. He said he was your’s, so of course everyone else should know about it too, no? When you asked what he thought about it though, a slight blush decorated his cheeks. He was still smiling, of course, yet there was something bashful about it. And so a new obsession ignited, one where you wanted to break his perfect composure.
“…master, playing with my chest like this… no matter how I look, I’m still a man.” He gasped slightly, his voice breathy as he straddled your lap, his hands braced against the wooden table behind him. Your hands were on his body, caressing the skin you’ve unknowingly yearned to touch. Moving across his torso, his abdomen and thighs, his arched spine and lower back, and currently resting on his chest, rubbing his rosy nipples.
“I know that.” You gave a short reply, too focused on something else. His body was slim, almost too skinny, it even felt frail beneath your fingers for a short moment. After you were done staring you, pinched the tiny buds, earning yourself a sharp wince from the maid. “Did it hurt?” His expression shifted into something more natural, more wanton as he said, “yes… but I don’t mind, master.”
So he could make an expression like that too, it was… almost slutty. You turned to face him for a bit, as if trying to memorize his face, before you nuzzled into his throat. “Is that so? You’d really do anything I ask of you.” Slowly, you began pressing kisses along his jaw, trailing lower, down to his neck and shoulders. Only sucking and gnawing at his skin occasionally to leave behind a bright red hickey. He exhaled deeply, moving to grant you easily access like always, his knuckles white where they gripped the furniture.
In the meantime, one of your hands rested against his pelvis, stroking the skin there, before pressing into his abdomen slightly. Your voice muffled against his throat as you teased, “do you feel something already? Anything tingling inside?” He shuddered visibly, his body trembling while he turned his face to the side for a moment. Was he hiding now? Really? “Look at me, fyodor.” The boy still obeyed immediately, facing you again.
He wasn’t making an embarrassed face at all, no no, he was biting his lip and shaking in excitement. His cheeks turned into a deep crimson, his breath ragged as he responded, “yes, I can feel it. It’s… ah, forgive me. It’s quite humiliating, master.” What a liar, he wasn’t ashamed at all.
You pressed deeper into his bladder, the hand that was still toying with his nipples up until now moving to his back, holding him in place as you continued, “do you want to go, then?” The maid didn’t answer right away, instead looking down at the pathetic display. His dress disheveled and opened, his panties barely covering his crotch, the stockings all ripped now… and you kept pressing against him. Did you want him to make a mess all over your lap? He’ll be the one to clean it in the end.
“If master allows me to—”
“No.”
He didn’t comment on it but heavens. Why would you ask when the answer didn’t matter. “Then I’ll do as you say,” he replied, until he saw that big smirk plastered across your face. Were you that pleased with his answer? Before he got the chance to question it, you leaned back and hummed in a self-satisfied tone, one of your hands coming up to rub his bottom lip, “oh Fyodor, where did your smile go?”
Ah. He didn’t even notice his expression changed. Not that it mattered much to him— in fact, seeing how joyous you were, perhaps it was even in his best interests. Fyodor opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, licking at the finger that was touching his lips. He shifted slightly, his back now leaned against the edge of the table, which was arguably kind of painful. One hand reached out to grab your wrist, holding your hand steady as he took your digit fully into his mouth, sucking on it, biting down with his teeth teasingly.
“So that’s your answer? How lewd.” You let out a breathy laugh, and squeezed down again, “I wonder how long you’ll last? Would you still be obeying my orders then, or beg me for the first time?”
Hearing him beg… it’ll probably make you melt. You’ve never seen him want anything, always passively carrying out everything. So if that happened, you’d probably fulfill whatever he wanted in a heartbeat. You kept denying it, hoping to hide the truth away, yet you subconsciously knew it already, as much as he did. You were addicted to him. Like an insect that cant resist the sweet scent, willingly stepping into the trap that will kill you.
In response to that, he took your finger out and pressed a kiss to the middle of your palm, whispering into your skin, “whatever My Master wants to see.”
for fyodor…. anything with a collaring, overstim, masochistic fyodor, and femeninization will do hueheuehahaahh giggles maybe like a maid concept or sometjing.., huhu…
but honeslty idm if its fyodor or luocha or nikolai!!!
I’m so late with this cuz I was on a writer burnout but it’s time to lock in (btw not proofread)
You will never forget the day he entered through the gates of your home.
A graceful young man, with silky black hair and a soft smile on his face, applying for the spot of being your personal servant. No one knew where he came from, yet he passed every criteria with full marks. And once the head butler introduced him to you, he went on his knees, taking your hand and pressing his forehead against the back of your palm, his voice sultry sweet, “I’ll be in your care now, master. Ask anything of me.”
You were used to people flattering you due to your high ranking position and wealth, yet something about him was different. For some reason, you couldn’t shake off the nagging feeling that you were the fly trapped in melting honey.
Maybe you were being paranoid, though you could never take your eyes off him. Hesitating when he enters your office, glancing at him if he’s cleaning nearby. Something was definitely wrong about all this, even if you didn’t know the reason. You were actually so close to firing him, if not for that incident where the other servants messed with his clothes. They cut his uniform up into pieces, dumped it somewhere— typical workplace bullying. You assumed they also felt there was something wrong, and wanted him gone.
But Fyodor, that servant, was painfully stubborn. He didn’t bat an eye at the little ‘prank’ the others pulled, went into the storage room, and looked for spare clothes. That’s why on that particular day, he was serving you clad in a maid dress. If you normally couldn’t help sneak peeks at him, then now your eyes were like glued to him. A thought kept repeating itself in your mind— ‘why is he so keen on serving you? He won’t even take a single day off to arrange his former uniform.’
That’s when the seed of curiosity was sown. You wondered how far he’d be willing to go for you. When he said ‘anything’, what was the scale, where are his limits?
The first request you made of him was to keep the maid dress as his official uniform from now on. He didn’t complain nor pull a grimace, the soft, almost sheepish smile on his face a constant throughout his stay at your mansion. “Understood.” Was all he said, nodding and bowing gently. From that day onwards, he’s been wearing that maid dress, ignoring the hushed whispers of his other colleagues.
Then came things like giving him unreasonable orders, making him be on an errant all day, or just genuinely annoying tasks, all of this on top of his usual responsibilities. Calling him into your office all the time to bring you something, just making his life harder than it has to be. And still, he stayed— he didn’t even break a sweat. You were speechless and impressed at the same time.
Gradually, the time you two spend together increased, and soon enough, you also began making small talk. The orders you gave him turned more and more personal. Things like; don’t tie your hair up, wear these stockings beneath the skirt or other ridiculous stuff.
And because he never gave even the slightest resistance, carrying out all of these without a hint of dislike, you just kept going. It’s gotten to the point that now, he was standing in front of your table, holding his long dress up to reveal pale legs hugged by black stockings, and a pair of lace panties sitting snugly on his hips. You didn’t even realize when it escalated to this point, only pressing your lips into a tight line at the erotic display.
“Come here.” You said, and he walked over to where you were sitting, already kneeling down next to your chair. You opened a drawer and pulled out a leather collar, it looked quite expensive. Then, carefully, you clasped the collar around his neck, fingertips brushing over his cold skin. He dropped his head slightly to allow you more access, waiting patiently for you to finish. Once the click of the metal reached his ears, he straightened again, chuckling with his usual half-lidded eyes, “thank you for the gift, master. As always, I’m your’s.”
Just his voice alone was enough to send shivers down your spine. And god— what’s with his eyes? They were piercing through you, as if he could read all your darkest secrets with a single look. He was like a demon— no, perhaps an incubus to you.
The other servants noticed the collar, as well as the other little shifts in dynamic. They didn’t bully him anymore, because he’s gotten close to their employee, so instead, they gossiped. If one listened closely, they’d be able to hear ‘Master’s new favorite toy’ from a thousand muffled whispers.
You didn’t try to stop the rumors, you secretly relished in them. He said he was your’s, so of course everyone else should know about it too, no? When you asked what he thought about it though, a slight blush decorated his cheeks. He was still smiling, of course, yet there was something bashful about it. And so a new obsession ignited, one where you wanted to break his perfect composure.
“…master, playing with my chest like this… no matter how I look, I’m still a man.” He gasped slightly, his voice breathy as he straddled your lap, his hands braced against the wooden table behind him. Your hands were on his body, caressing the skin you’ve unknowingly yearned to touch. Moving across his torso, his abdomen and thighs, his arched spine and lower back, and currently resting on his chest, rubbing his rosy nipples.
“I know that.” You gave a short reply, too focused on something else. His body was slim, almost too skinny, it even felt frail beneath your fingers for a short moment. After you were done staring you, pinched the tiny buds, earning yourself a sharp wince from the maid. “Did it hurt?” His expression shifted into something more natural, more wanton as he said, “yes… but I don’t mind, master.”
So he could make an expression like that too, it was… almost slutty. You turned to face him for a bit, as if trying to memorize his face, before you nuzzled into his throat. “Is that so? You’d really do anything I ask of you.” Slowly, you began pressing kisses along his jaw, trailing lower, down to his neck and shoulders. Only sucking and gnawing at his skin occasionally to leave behind a bright red hickey. He exhaled deeply, moving to grant you easily access like always, his knuckles white where they gripped the furniture.
In the meantime, one of your hands rested against his pelvis, stroking the skin there, before pressing into his abdomen slightly. Your voice muffled against his throat as you teased, “do you feel something already? Anything tingling inside?” He shuddered visibly, his body trembling while he turned his face to the side for a moment. Was he hiding now? Really? “Look at me, fyodor.” The boy still obeyed immediately, facing you again.
He wasn’t making an embarrassed face at all, no no, he was biting his lip and shaking in excitement. His cheeks turned into a deep crimson, his breath ragged as he responded, “yes, I can feel it. It’s… ah, forgive me. It’s quite humiliating, master.” What a liar, he wasn’t ashamed at all.
You pressed deeper into his bladder, the hand that was still toying with his nipples up until now moving to his back, holding him in place as you continued, “do you want to go, then?” The maid didn’t answer right away, instead looking down at the pathetic display. His dress disheveled and opened, his panties barely covering his crotch, the stockings all ripped now… and you kept pressing against him. Did you want him to make a mess all over your lap? He’ll be the one to clean it in the end.
“If master allows me to—”
“No.”
He didn’t comment on it but heavens. Why would you ask when the answer didn’t matter. “Then I’ll do as you say,” he replied, until he saw that big smirk plastered across your face. Were you that pleased with his answer? Before he got the chance to question it, you leaned back and hummed in a self-satisfied tone, one of your hands coming up to rub his bottom lip, “oh Fyodor, where did your smile go?”
Ah. He didn’t even notice his expression changed. Not that it mattered much to him— in fact, seeing how joyous you were, perhaps it was even in his best interests. Fyodor opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, licking at the finger that was touching his lips. He shifted slightly, his back now leaned against the edge of the table, which was arguably kind of painful. One hand reached out to grab your wrist, holding your hand steady as he took your digit fully into his mouth, sucking on it, biting down with his teeth teasingly.
“So that’s your answer? How lewd.” You let out a breathy laugh, and squeezed down again, “I wonder how long you’ll last? Would you still be obeying my orders then, or beg me for the first time?”
Hearing him beg… it’ll probably make you melt. You’ve never seen him want anything, always passively carrying out everything. So if that happened, you’d probably fulfill whatever he wanted in a heartbeat. You kept denying it, hoping to hide the truth away, yet you subconsciously knew it already, as much as he did. You were addicted to him. Like an insect that cant resist the sweet scent, willingly stepping into the trap that will kill you.
In response to that, he took your finger out and pressed a kiss to the middle of your palm, whispering into your skin, “whatever My Master wants to see.”
for fyodor…. anything with a collaring, overstim, masochistic fyodor, and femeninization will do hueheuehahaahh giggles maybe like a maid concept or sometjing.., huhu…
but honeslty idm if its fyodor or luocha or nikolai!!!
I’m so late with this cuz I was on a writer burnout but it’s time to lock in (btw not proofread)
You will never forget the day he entered through the gates of your home.
A graceful young man, with silky black hair and a soft smile on his face, applying for the spot of being your personal servant. No one knew where he came from, yet he passed every criteria with full marks. And once the head butler introduced him to you, he went on his knees, taking your hand and pressing his forehead against the back of your palm, his voice sultry sweet, “I’ll be in your care now, master. Ask anything of me.”
You were used to people flattering you due to your high ranking position and wealth, yet something about him was different. For some reason, you couldn’t shake off the nagging feeling that you were the fly trapped in melting honey.
Maybe you were being paranoid, though you could never take your eyes off him. Hesitating when he enters your office, glancing at him if he’s cleaning nearby. Something was definitely wrong about all this, even if you didn’t know the reason. You were actually so close to firing him, if not for that incident where the other servants messed with his clothes. They cut his uniform up into pieces, dumped it somewhere— typical workplace bullying. You assumed they also felt there was something wrong, and wanted him gone.
But Fyodor, that servant, was painfully stubborn. He didn’t bat an eye at the little ‘prank’ the others pulled, went into the storage room, and looked for spare clothes. That’s why on that particular day, he was serving you clad in a maid dress. If you normally couldn’t help sneak peeks at him, then now your eyes were like glued to him. A thought kept repeating itself in your mind— ‘why is he so keen on serving you? He won’t even take a single day off to arrange his former uniform.’
That’s when the seed of curiosity was sown. You wondered how far he’d be willing to go for you. When he said ‘anything’, what was the scale, where are his limits?
The first request you made of him was to keep the maid dress as his official uniform from now on. He didn’t complain nor pull a grimace, the soft, almost sheepish smile on his face a constant throughout his stay at your mansion. “Understood.” Was all he said, nodding and bowing gently. From that day onwards, he’s been wearing that maid dress, ignoring the hushed whispers of his other colleagues.
Then came things like giving him unreasonable orders, making him be on an errant all day, or just genuinely annoying tasks, all of this on top of his usual responsibilities. Calling him into your office all the time to bring you something, just making his life harder than it has to be. And still, he stayed— he didn’t even break a sweat. You were speechless and impressed at the same time.
Gradually, the time you two spend together increased, and soon enough, you also began making small talk. The orders you gave him turned more and more personal. Things like; don’t tie your hair up, wear these stockings beneath the skirt or other ridiculous stuff.
And because he never gave even the slightest resistance, carrying out all of these without a hint of dislike, you just kept going. It’s gotten to the point that now, he was standing in front of your table, holding his long dress up to reveal pale legs hugged by black stockings, and a pair of lace panties sitting snugly on his hips. You didn’t even realize when it escalated to this point, only pressing your lips into a tight line at the erotic display.
“Come here.” You said, and he walked over to where you were sitting, already kneeling down next to your chair. You opened a drawer and pulled out a leather collar, it looked quite expensive. Then, carefully, you clasped the collar around his neck, fingertips brushing over his cold skin. He dropped his head slightly to allow you more access, waiting patiently for you to finish. Once the click of the metal reached his ears, he straightened again, chuckling with his usual half-lidded eyes, “thank you for the gift, master. As always, I’m your’s.”
Just his voice alone was enough to send shivers down your spine. And god— what’s with his eyes? They were piercing through you, as if he could read all your darkest secrets with a single look. He was like a demon— no, perhaps an incubus to you.
The other servants noticed the collar, as well as the other little shifts in dynamic. They didn’t bully him anymore, because he’s gotten close to their employee, so instead, they gossiped. If one listened closely, they’d be able to hear ‘Master’s new favorite toy’ from a thousand muffled whispers.
You didn’t try to stop the rumors, you secretly relished in them. He said he was your’s, so of course everyone else should know about it too, no? When you asked what he thought about it though, a slight blush decorated his cheeks. He was still smiling, of course, yet there was something bashful about it. And so a new obsession ignited, one where you wanted to break his perfect composure.
“…master, playing with my chest like this… no matter how I look, I’m still a man.” He gasped slightly, his voice breathy as he straddled your lap, his hands braced against the wooden table behind him. Your hands were on his body, caressing the skin you’ve unknowingly yearned to touch. Moving across his torso, his abdomen and thighs, his arched spine and lower back, and currently resting on his chest, rubbing his rosy nipples.
“I know that.” You gave a short reply, too focused on something else. His body was slim, almost too skinny, it even felt frail beneath your fingers for a short moment. After you were done staring you, pinched the tiny buds, earning yourself a sharp wince from the maid. “Did it hurt?” His expression shifted into something more natural, more wanton as he said, “yes… but I don’t mind, master.”
So he could make an expression like that too, it was… almost slutty. You turned to face him for a bit, as if trying to memorize his face, before you nuzzled into his throat. “Is that so? You’d really do anything I ask of you.” Slowly, you began pressing kisses along his jaw, trailing lower, down to his neck and shoulders. Only sucking and gnawing at his skin occasionally to leave behind a bright red hickey. He exhaled deeply, moving to grant you easily access like always, his knuckles white where they gripped the furniture.
In the meantime, one of your hands rested against his pelvis, stroking the skin there, before pressing into his abdomen slightly. Your voice muffled against his throat as you teased, “do you feel something already? Anything tingling inside?” He shuddered visibly, his body trembling while he turned his face to the side for a moment. Was he hiding now? Really? “Look at me, fyodor.” The boy still obeyed immediately, facing you again.
He wasn’t making an embarrassed face at all, no no, he was biting his lip and shaking in excitement. His cheeks turned into a deep crimson, his breath ragged as he responded, “yes, I can feel it. It’s… ah, forgive me. It’s quite humiliating, master.” What a liar, he wasn’t ashamed at all.
You pressed deeper into his bladder, the hand that was still toying with his nipples up until now moving to his back, holding him in place as you continued, “do you want to go, then?” The maid didn’t answer right away, instead looking down at the pathetic display. His dress disheveled and opened, his panties barely covering his crotch, the stockings all ripped now… and you kept pressing against him. Did you want him to make a mess all over your lap? He’ll be the one to clean it in the end.
“If master allows me to—”
“No.”
He didn’t comment on it but heavens. Why would you ask when the answer didn’t matter. “Then I’ll do as you say,” he replied, until he saw that big smirk plastered across your face. Were you that pleased with his answer? Before he got the chance to question it, you leaned back and hummed in a self-satisfied tone, one of your hands coming up to rub his bottom lip, “oh Fyodor, where did your smile go?”
Ah. He didn’t even notice his expression changed. Not that it mattered much to him— in fact, seeing how joyous you were, perhaps it was even in his best interests. Fyodor opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, licking at the finger that was touching his lips. He shifted slightly, his back now leaned against the edge of the table, which was arguably kind of painful. One hand reached out to grab your wrist, holding your hand steady as he took your digit fully into his mouth, sucking on it, biting down with his teeth teasingly.
“So that’s your answer? How lewd.” You let out a breathy laugh, and squeezed down again, “I wonder how long you’ll last? Would you still be obeying my orders then, or beg me for the first time?”
Hearing him beg… it’ll probably make you melt. You’ve never seen him want anything, always passively carrying out everything. So if that happened, you’d probably fulfill whatever he wanted in a heartbeat. You kept denying it, hoping to hide the truth away, yet you subconsciously knew it already, as much as he did. You were addicted to him. Like an insect that cant resist the sweet scent, willingly stepping into the trap that will kill you.
In response to that, he took your finger out and pressed a kiss to the middle of your palm, whispering into your skin, “whatever My Master wants to see.”
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
for fyodor…. anything with a collaring, overstim, masochistic fyodor, and femeninization will do hueheuehahaahh giggles maybe like a maid concept or sometjing.., huhu…
but honeslty idm if its fyodor or luocha or nikolai!!!
I’m so late with this cuz I was on a writer burnout but it’s time to lock in (btw not proofread)
You will never forget the day he entered through the gates of your home.
A graceful young man, with silky black hair and a soft smile on his face, applying for the spot of being your personal servant. No one knew where he came from, yet he passed every criteria with full marks. And once the head butler introduced him to you, he went on his knees, taking your hand and pressing his forehead against the back of your palm, his voice sultry sweet, “I’ll be in your care now, master. Ask anything of me.”
You were used to people flattering you due to your high ranking position and wealth, yet something about him was different. For some reason, you couldn’t shake off the nagging feeling that you were the fly trapped in melting honey.
Maybe you were being paranoid, though you could never take your eyes off him. Hesitating when he enters your office, glancing at him if he’s cleaning nearby. Something was definitely wrong about all this, even if you didn’t know the reason. You were actually so close to firing him, if not for that incident where the other servants messed with his clothes. They cut his uniform up into pieces, dumped it somewhere— typical workplace bullying. You assumed they also felt there was something wrong, and wanted him gone.
But Fyodor, that servant, was painfully stubborn. He didn’t bat an eye at the little ‘prank’ the others pulled, went into the storage room, and looked for spare clothes. That’s why on that particular day, he was serving you clad in a maid dress. If you normally couldn’t help sneak peeks at him, then now your eyes were like glued to him. A thought kept repeating itself in your mind— ‘why is he so keen on serving you? He won’t even take a single day off to arrange his former uniform.’
That’s when the seed of curiosity was sown. You wondered how far he’d be willing to go for you. When he said ‘anything’, what was the scale, where are his limits?
The first request you made of him was to keep the maid dress as his official uniform from now on. He didn’t complain nor pull a grimace, the soft, almost sheepish smile on his face a constant throughout his stay at your mansion. “Understood.” Was all he said, nodding and bowing gently. From that day onwards, he’s been wearing that maid dress, ignoring the hushed whispers of his other colleagues.
Then came things like giving him unreasonable orders, making him be on an errant all day, or just genuinely annoying tasks, all of this on top of his usual responsibilities. Calling him into your office all the time to bring you something, just making his life harder than it has to be. And still, he stayed— he didn’t even break a sweat. You were speechless and impressed at the same time.
Gradually, the time you two spend together increased, and soon enough, you also began making small talk. The orders you gave him turned more and more personal. Things like; don’t tie your hair up, wear these stockings beneath the skirt or other ridiculous stuff.
And because he never gave even the slightest resistance, carrying out all of these without a hint of dislike, you just kept going. It’s gotten to the point that now, he was standing in front of your table, holding his long dress up to reveal pale legs hugged by black stockings, and a pair of lace panties sitting snugly on his hips. You didn’t even realize when it escalated to this point, only pressing your lips into a tight line at the erotic display.
“Come here.” You said, and he walked over to where you were sitting, already kneeling down next to your chair. You opened a drawer and pulled out a leather collar, it looked quite expensive. Then, carefully, you clasped the collar around his neck, fingertips brushing over his cold skin. He dropped his head slightly to allow you more access, waiting patiently for you to finish. Once the click of the metal reached his ears, he straightened again, chuckling with his usual half-lidded eyes, “thank you for the gift, master. As always, I’m your’s.”
Just his voice alone was enough to send shivers down your spine. And god— what’s with his eyes? They were piercing through you, as if he could read all your darkest secrets with a single look. He was like a demon— no, perhaps an incubus to you.
The other servants noticed the collar, as well as the other little shifts in dynamic. They didn’t bully him anymore, because he’s gotten close to their employee, so instead, they gossiped. If one listened closely, they’d be able to hear ‘Master’s new favorite toy’ from a thousand muffled whispers.
You didn’t try to stop the rumors, you secretly relished in them. He said he was your’s, so of course everyone else should know about it too, no? When you asked what he thought about it though, a slight blush decorated his cheeks. He was still smiling, of course, yet there was something bashful about it. And so a new obsession ignited, one where you wanted to break his perfect composure.
“…master, playing with my chest like this… no matter how I look, I’m still a man.” He gasped slightly, his voice breathy as he straddled your lap, his hands braced against the wooden table behind him. Your hands were on his body, caressing the skin you’ve unknowingly yearned to touch. Moving across his torso, his abdomen and thighs, his arched spine and lower back, and currently resting on his chest, rubbing his rosy nipples.
“I know that.” You gave a short reply, too focused on something else. His body was slim, almost too skinny, it even felt frail beneath your fingers for a short moment. After you were done staring you, pinched the tiny buds, earning yourself a sharp wince from the maid. “Did it hurt?” His expression shifted into something more natural, more wanton as he said, “yes… but I don’t mind, master.”
So he could make an expression like that too, it was… almost slutty. You turned to face him for a bit, as if trying to memorize his face, before you nuzzled into his throat. “Is that so? You’d really do anything I ask of you.” Slowly, you began pressing kisses along his jaw, trailing lower, down to his neck and shoulders. Only sucking and gnawing at his skin occasionally to leave behind a bright red hickey. He exhaled deeply, moving to grant you easily access like always, his knuckles white where they gripped the furniture.
In the meantime, one of your hands rested against his pelvis, stroking the skin there, before pressing into his abdomen slightly. Your voice muffled against his throat as you teased, “do you feel something already? Anything tingling inside?” He shuddered visibly, his body trembling while he turned his face to the side for a moment. Was he hiding now? Really? “Look at me, fyodor.” The boy still obeyed immediately, facing you again.
He wasn’t making an embarrassed face at all, no no, he was biting his lip and shaking in excitement. His cheeks turned into a deep crimson, his breath ragged as he responded, “yes, I can feel it. It’s… ah, forgive me. It’s quite humiliating, master.” What a liar, he wasn’t ashamed at all.
You pressed deeper into his bladder, the hand that was still toying with his nipples up until now moving to his back, holding him in place as you continued, “do you want to go, then?” The maid didn’t answer right away, instead looking down at the pathetic display. His dress disheveled and opened, his panties barely covering his crotch, the stockings all ripped now… and you kept pressing against him. Did you want him to make a mess all over your lap? He’ll be the one to clean it in the end.
“If master allows me to—”
“No.”
He didn’t comment on it but heavens. Why would you ask when the answer didn’t matter. “Then I’ll do as you say,” he replied, until he saw that big smirk plastered across your face. Were you that pleased with his answer? Before he got the chance to question it, you leaned back and hummed in a self-satisfied tone, one of your hands coming up to rub his bottom lip, “oh Fyodor, where did your smile go?”
Ah. He didn’t even notice his expression changed. Not that it mattered much to him— in fact, seeing how joyous you were, perhaps it was even in his best interests. Fyodor opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, licking at the finger that was touching his lips. He shifted slightly, his back now leaned against the edge of the table, which was arguably kind of painful. One hand reached out to grab your wrist, holding your hand steady as he took your digit fully into his mouth, sucking on it, biting down with his teeth teasingly.
“So that’s your answer? How lewd.” You let out a breathy laugh, and squeezed down again, “I wonder how long you’ll last? Would you still be obeying my orders then, or beg me for the first time?”
Hearing him beg… it’ll probably make you melt. You’ve never seen him want anything, always passively carrying out everything. So if that happened, you’d probably fulfill whatever he wanted in a heartbeat. You kept denying it, hoping to hide the truth away, yet you subconsciously knew it already, as much as he did. You were addicted to him. Like an insect that cant resist the sweet scent, willingly stepping into the trap that will kill you.
In response to that, he took your finger out and pressed a kiss to the middle of your palm, whispering into your skin, “whatever My Master wants to see.”
for fyodor…. anything with a collaring, overstim, masochistic fyodor, and femeninization will do hueheuehahaahh giggles maybe like a maid concept or sometjing.., huhu…
but honeslty idm if its fyodor or luocha or nikolai!!!
I’m so late with this cuz I was on a writer burnout but it’s time to lock in (btw not proofread)
You will never forget the day he entered through the gates of your home.
A graceful young man, with silky black hair and a soft smile on his face, applying for the spot of being your personal servant. No one knew where he came from, yet he passed every criteria with full marks. And once the head butler introduced him to you, he went on his knees, taking your hand and pressing his forehead against the back of your palm, his voice sultry sweet, “I’ll be in your care now, master. Ask anything of me.”
You were used to people flattering you due to your high ranking position and wealth, yet something about him was different. For some reason, you couldn’t shake off the nagging feeling that you were the fly trapped in melting honey.
Maybe you were being paranoid, though you could never take your eyes off him. Hesitating when he enters your office, glancing at him if he’s cleaning nearby. Something was definitely wrong about all this, even if you didn’t know the reason. You were actually so close to firing him, if not for that incident where the other servants messed with his clothes. They cut his uniform up into pieces, dumped it somewhere— typical workplace bullying. You assumed they also felt there was something wrong, and wanted him gone.
But Fyodor, that servant, was painfully stubborn. He didn’t bat an eye at the little ‘prank’ the others pulled, went into the storage room, and looked for spare clothes. That’s why on that particular day, he was serving you clad in a maid dress. If you normally couldn’t help sneak peeks at him, then now your eyes were like glued to him. A thought kept repeating itself in your mind— ‘why is he so keen on serving you? He won’t even take a single day off to arrange his former uniform.’
That’s when the seed of curiosity was sown. You wondered how far he’d be willing to go for you. When he said ‘anything’, what was the scale, where are his limits?
The first request you made of him was to keep the maid dress as his official uniform from now on. He didn’t complain nor pull a grimace, the soft, almost sheepish smile on his face a constant throughout his stay at your mansion. “Understood.” Was all he said, nodding and bowing gently. From that day onwards, he’s been wearing that maid dress, ignoring the hushed whispers of his other colleagues.
Then came things like giving him unreasonable orders, making him be on an errant all day, or just genuinely annoying tasks, all of this on top of his usual responsibilities. Calling him into your office all the time to bring you something, just making his life harder than it has to be. And still, he stayed— he didn’t even break a sweat. You were speechless and impressed at the same time.
Gradually, the time you two spend together increased, and soon enough, you also began making small talk. The orders you gave him turned more and more personal. Things like; don’t tie your hair up, wear these stockings beneath the skirt or other ridiculous stuff.
And because he never gave even the slightest resistance, carrying out all of these without a hint of dislike, you just kept going. It’s gotten to the point that now, he was standing in front of your table, holding his long dress up to reveal pale legs hugged by black stockings, and a pair of lace panties sitting snugly on his hips. You didn’t even realize when it escalated to this point, only pressing your lips into a tight line at the erotic display.
“Come here.” You said, and he walked over to where you were sitting, already kneeling down next to your chair. You opened a drawer and pulled out a leather collar, it looked quite expensive. Then, carefully, you clasped the collar around his neck, fingertips brushing over his cold skin. He dropped his head slightly to allow you more access, waiting patiently for you to finish. Once the click of the metal reached his ears, he straightened again, chuckling with his usual half-lidded eyes, “thank you for the gift, master. As always, I’m your’s.”
Just his voice alone was enough to send shivers down your spine. And god— what’s with his eyes? They were piercing through you, as if he could read all your darkest secrets with a single look. He was like a demon— no, perhaps an incubus to you.
The other servants noticed the collar, as well as the other little shifts in dynamic. They didn’t bully him anymore, because he’s gotten close to their employee, so instead, they gossiped. If one listened closely, they’d be able to hear ‘Master’s new favorite toy’ from a thousand muffled whispers.
You didn’t try to stop the rumors, you secretly relished in them. He said he was your’s, so of course everyone else should know about it too, no? When you asked what he thought about it though, a slight blush decorated his cheeks. He was still smiling, of course, yet there was something bashful about it. And so a new obsession ignited, one where you wanted to break his perfect composure.
“…master, playing with my chest like this… no matter how I look, I’m still a man.” He gasped slightly, his voice breathy as he straddled your lap, his hands braced against the wooden table behind him. Your hands were on his body, caressing the skin you’ve unknowingly yearned to touch. Moving across his torso, his abdomen and thighs, his arched spine and lower back, and currently resting on his chest, rubbing his rosy nipples.
“I know that.” You gave a short reply, too focused on something else. His body was slim, almost too skinny, it even felt frail beneath your fingers for a short moment. After you were done staring you, pinched the tiny buds, earning yourself a sharp wince from the maid. “Did it hurt?” His expression shifted into something more natural, more wanton as he said, “yes… but I don’t mind, master.”
So he could make an expression like that too, it was… almost slutty. You turned to face him for a bit, as if trying to memorize his face, before you nuzzled into his throat. “Is that so? You’d really do anything I ask of you.” Slowly, you began pressing kisses along his jaw, trailing lower, down to his neck and shoulders. Only sucking and gnawing at his skin occasionally to leave behind a bright red hickey. He exhaled deeply, moving to grant you easily access like always, his knuckles white where they gripped the furniture.
In the meantime, one of your hands rested against his pelvis, stroking the skin there, before pressing into his abdomen slightly. Your voice muffled against his throat as you teased, “do you feel something already? Anything tingling inside?” He shuddered visibly, his body trembling while he turned his face to the side for a moment. Was he hiding now? Really? “Look at me, fyodor.” The boy still obeyed immediately, facing you again.
He wasn’t making an embarrassed face at all, no no, he was biting his lip and shaking in excitement. His cheeks turned into a deep crimson, his breath ragged as he responded, “yes, I can feel it. It’s… ah, forgive me. It’s quite humiliating, master.” What a liar, he wasn’t ashamed at all.
You pressed deeper into his bladder, the hand that was still toying with his nipples up until now moving to his back, holding him in place as you continued, “do you want to go, then?” The maid didn’t answer right away, instead looking down at the pathetic display. His dress disheveled and opened, his panties barely covering his crotch, the stockings all ripped now… and you kept pressing against him. Did you want him to make a mess all over your lap? He’ll be the one to clean it in the end.
“If master allows me to—”
“No.”
He didn’t comment on it but heavens. Why would you ask when the answer didn’t matter. “Then I’ll do as you say,” he replied, until he saw that big smirk plastered across your face. Were you that pleased with his answer? Before he got the chance to question it, you leaned back and hummed in a self-satisfied tone, one of your hands coming up to rub his bottom lip, “oh Fyodor, where did your smile go?”
Ah. He didn’t even notice his expression changed. Not that it mattered much to him— in fact, seeing how joyous you were, perhaps it was even in his best interests. Fyodor opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, licking at the finger that was touching his lips. He shifted slightly, his back now leaned against the edge of the table, which was arguably kind of painful. One hand reached out to grab your wrist, holding your hand steady as he took your digit fully into his mouth, sucking on it, biting down with his teeth teasingly.
“So that’s your answer? How lewd.” You let out a breathy laugh, and squeezed down again, “I wonder how long you’ll last? Would you still be obeying my orders then, or beg me for the first time?”
Hearing him beg… it’ll probably make you melt. You’ve never seen him want anything, always passively carrying out everything. So if that happened, you’d probably fulfill whatever he wanted in a heartbeat. You kept denying it, hoping to hide the truth away, yet you subconsciously knew it already, as much as he did. You were addicted to him. Like an insect that cant resist the sweet scent, willingly stepping into the trap that will kill you.
In response to that, he took your finger out and pressed a kiss to the middle of your palm, whispering into your skin, “whatever My Master wants to see.”
for fyodor…. anything with a collaring, overstim, masochistic fyodor, and femeninization will do hueheuehahaahh giggles maybe like a maid concept or sometjing.., huhu…
but honeslty idm if its fyodor or luocha or nikolai!!!
I’m so late with this cuz I was on a writer burnout but it’s time to lock in (btw not proofread)
You will never forget the day he entered through the gates of your home.
A graceful young man, with silky black hair and a soft smile on his face, applying for the spot of being your personal servant. No one knew where he came from, yet he passed every criteria with full marks. And once the head butler introduced him to you, he went on his knees, taking your hand and pressing his forehead against the back of your palm, his voice sultry sweet, “I’ll be in your care now, master. Ask anything of me.”
You were used to people flattering you due to your high ranking position and wealth, yet something about him was different. For some reason, you couldn’t shake off the nagging feeling that you were the fly trapped in melting honey.
Maybe you were being paranoid, though you could never take your eyes off him. Hesitating when he enters your office, glancing at him if he’s cleaning nearby. Something was definitely wrong about all this, even if you didn’t know the reason. You were actually so close to firing him, if not for that incident where the other servants messed with his clothes. They cut his uniform up into pieces, dumped it somewhere— typical workplace bullying. You assumed they also felt there was something wrong, and wanted him gone.
But Fyodor, that servant, was painfully stubborn. He didn’t bat an eye at the little ‘prank’ the others pulled, went into the storage room, and looked for spare clothes. That’s why on that particular day, he was serving you clad in a maid dress. If you normally couldn’t help sneak peeks at him, then now your eyes were like glued to him. A thought kept repeating itself in your mind— ‘why is he so keen on serving you? He won’t even take a single day off to arrange his former uniform.’
That’s when the seed of curiosity was sown. You wondered how far he’d be willing to go for you. When he said ‘anything’, what was the scale, where are his limits?
The first request you made of him was to keep the maid dress as his official uniform from now on. He didn’t complain nor pull a grimace, the soft, almost sheepish smile on his face a constant throughout his stay at your mansion. “Understood.” Was all he said, nodding and bowing gently. From that day onwards, he’s been wearing that maid dress, ignoring the hushed whispers of his other colleagues.
Then came things like giving him unreasonable orders, making him be on an errant all day, or just genuinely annoying tasks, all of this on top of his usual responsibilities. Calling him into your office all the time to bring you something, just making his life harder than it has to be. And still, he stayed— he didn’t even break a sweat. You were speechless and impressed at the same time.
Gradually, the time you two spend together increased, and soon enough, you also began making small talk. The orders you gave him turned more and more personal. Things like; don’t tie your hair up, wear these stockings beneath the skirt or other ridiculous stuff.
And because he never gave even the slightest resistance, carrying out all of these without a hint of dislike, you just kept going. It’s gotten to the point that now, he was standing in front of your table, holding his long dress up to reveal pale legs hugged by black stockings, and a pair of lace panties sitting snugly on his hips. You didn’t even realize when it escalated to this point, only pressing your lips into a tight line at the erotic display.
“Come here.” You said, and he walked over to where you were sitting, already kneeling down next to your chair. You opened a drawer and pulled out a leather collar, it looked quite expensive. Then, carefully, you clasped the collar around his neck, fingertips brushing over his cold skin. He dropped his head slightly to allow you more access, waiting patiently for you to finish. Once the click of the metal reached his ears, he straightened again, chuckling with his usual half-lidded eyes, “thank you for the gift, master. As always, I’m your’s.”
Just his voice alone was enough to send shivers down your spine. And god— what’s with his eyes? They were piercing through you, as if he could read all your darkest secrets with a single look. He was like a demon— no, perhaps an incubus to you.
The other servants noticed the collar, as well as the other little shifts in dynamic. They didn’t bully him anymore, because he’s gotten close to their employee, so instead, they gossiped. If one listened closely, they’d be able to hear ‘Master’s new favorite toy’ from a thousand muffled whispers.
You didn’t try to stop the rumors, you secretly relished in them. He said he was your’s, so of course everyone else should know about it too, no? When you asked what he thought about it though, a slight blush decorated his cheeks. He was still smiling, of course, yet there was something bashful about it. And so a new obsession ignited, one where you wanted to break his perfect composure.
“…master, playing with my chest like this… no matter how I look, I’m still a man.” He gasped slightly, his voice breathy as he straddled your lap, his hands braced against the wooden table behind him. Your hands were on his body, caressing the skin you’ve unknowingly yearned to touch. Moving across his torso, his abdomen and thighs, his arched spine and lower back, and currently resting on his chest, rubbing his rosy nipples.
“I know that.” You gave a short reply, too focused on something else. His body was slim, almost too skinny, it even felt frail beneath your fingers for a short moment. After you were done staring you, pinched the tiny buds, earning yourself a sharp wince from the maid. “Did it hurt?” His expression shifted into something more natural, more wanton as he said, “yes… but I don’t mind, master.”
So he could make an expression like that too, it was… almost slutty. You turned to face him for a bit, as if trying to memorize his face, before you nuzzled into his throat. “Is that so? You’d really do anything I ask of you.” Slowly, you began pressing kisses along his jaw, trailing lower, down to his neck and shoulders. Only sucking and gnawing at his skin occasionally to leave behind a bright red hickey. He exhaled deeply, moving to grant you easily access like always, his knuckles white where they gripped the furniture.
In the meantime, one of your hands rested against his pelvis, stroking the skin there, before pressing into his abdomen slightly. Your voice muffled against his throat as you teased, “do you feel something already? Anything tingling inside?” He shuddered visibly, his body trembling while he turned his face to the side for a moment. Was he hiding now? Really? “Look at me, fyodor.” The boy still obeyed immediately, facing you again.
He wasn’t making an embarrassed face at all, no no, he was biting his lip and shaking in excitement. His cheeks turned into a deep crimson, his breath ragged as he responded, “yes, I can feel it. It’s… ah, forgive me. It’s quite humiliating, master.” What a liar, he wasn’t ashamed at all.
You pressed deeper into his bladder, the hand that was still toying with his nipples up until now moving to his back, holding him in place as you continued, “do you want to go, then?” The maid didn’t answer right away, instead looking down at the pathetic display. His dress disheveled and opened, his panties barely covering his crotch, the stockings all ripped now… and you kept pressing against him. Did you want him to make a mess all over your lap? He’ll be the one to clean it in the end.
“If master allows me to—”
“No.”
He didn’t comment on it but heavens. Why would you ask when the answer didn’t matter. “Then I’ll do as you say,” he replied, until he saw that big smirk plastered across your face. Were you that pleased with his answer? Before he got the chance to question it, you leaned back and hummed in a self-satisfied tone, one of your hands coming up to rub his bottom lip, “oh Fyodor, where did your smile go?”
Ah. He didn’t even notice his expression changed. Not that it mattered much to him— in fact, seeing how joyous you were, perhaps it was even in his best interests. Fyodor opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, licking at the finger that was touching his lips. He shifted slightly, his back now leaned against the edge of the table, which was arguably kind of painful. One hand reached out to grab your wrist, holding your hand steady as he took your digit fully into his mouth, sucking on it, biting down with his teeth teasingly.
“So that’s your answer? How lewd.” You let out a breathy laugh, and squeezed down again, “I wonder how long you’ll last? Would you still be obeying my orders then, or beg me for the first time?”
Hearing him beg… it’ll probably make you melt. You’ve never seen him want anything, always passively carrying out everything. So if that happened, you’d probably fulfill whatever he wanted in a heartbeat. You kept denying it, hoping to hide the truth away, yet you subconsciously knew it already, as much as he did. You were addicted to him. Like an insect that cant resist the sweet scent, willingly stepping into the trap that will kill you.
In response to that, he took your finger out and pressed a kiss to the middle of your palm, whispering into your skin, “whatever My Master wants to see.”
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2. do you have a favourite book? if so, what is it? ([web]comics, manga, manhwa, and manhua also count)
fav book: The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
fav manga: Houseki no Kuni by Haruko Ichikawa
fav manhwa: Who Made Me A Princess by Plutus and Spoon
3. what is the last thing you watched?
"this is a video about the internet. this is a video about Saihate no Ima" by Amelie Doree on youtube
(for those who don't know, she makes video essays about [often dark] adult VNs [many of which include gore but she censors it in her videos so unless you look the games up yourself, you don't need to worry], which are pretty cool and interesting imo ^u^)
4. do you have a favourite dinosaur? if yes, which one?
yes! it's parasaurolophus! =w=
5. what is a random fact about you?
sometimes i sneeze so hard that it makes me jump lol
tagging:
@jaybeeriddle @omkookie @mydahliarose @strawwbyy @sulumuns-dootah @themarchinghare @keencoffeefox @livelaughlovesubs and everyone else who wants to do this!
Blue, baby blue, cyan (/j I’ve never thought about a 2rd or 3rd fav colour)
2. Do you have a favourite book? (Manhwa/manhua/manga)
Errr, there are many that comes to mind. But there’s this one manhua, that really sticks out. It’s called “kill the male lead to become the demoness/villainess” (it’s action/psychological horror I think?)
3. What’s the last thing you’ve watched?
A YouTube video, probably. Anime-wise it’s hells paradise lol
4. Do you have a favourite dinosaur?
Nauw, sorry. I don’t know any dinosaurs
5. What is a random fact about you?
I’m not a big fan of avian meats, I think it tastes boring
sooo how was ur experience playing into dol again 😋 did u also update dol vanilla & dolp? absolutely adore finally getting into Whitney's flat although it takes some time before u actually get to visit him lol (whatever it takes...) did u like the RBE mod? tell me anything !!
I haven’t managed to get into whit’s flat yet urghhhh idk how to do it tbh hahah (pls help)
And the RBE is soooo cute, I love the new content & scenes <3 I JUST FOUND OUT THEY ADDED WHITNEY SCENES TOO ..!?? (It’s with whit & Bailey)
Omg me Whitney Bailey threesome when. I want that Blondie sandwiched & devouredddd ahhhhh
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