Serving My Maid

Part I

Hello. My name is Anon. I'm a mobile programmer, living in CanterlotPolis.

In a world where housing prices seem to skyrocket everywhere else, I've been lucky to be a citizen of Equestria, where prices stay fair, and there's no inflation, thanks to our great leader — "Super President" Celestia.

By my 31s, I already bought a big two-floor home with five bedrooms and large windows. If I lived anywhere outside Equestria, I'd probably still be renting or working my whole life to get a very small, cramped flat.

Housing in other countries is crazy expensive, and prices keep rising because of greedy big investment funds-monopolists like Black Stinky Rock ©™, who just buy up all the properties. On top of that, the government imposes insanely high taxes — more than 70% of common citizens' income — and enforces stupid laws that prevent people from building their own homes.

Insane inflation and high loan interest rates make it impossible for regular people to afford even a mortgage.

It’s brutal. They call it progress, economic growth, but what's the point of having all this economic development if 95% of young families can't even afford to buy a simple, tiny apartment without a mortgage?

How can you even think about raising a child in countries like that? You'd have no space for kids to grow up. No rooms for kids — no future for the state.

In Equestria, though, it's different. Celestia here actually takes care of her subjects. There’s a sense of community, a spirit of Friendship and Solidity that Celestia’s fostered. You can focus on building your life, your family, your future, instead of spending your entire life earning money for a few greedy parasites.

But I’m 31 years old and still haven’t had a girlfriend... I’ve always been shy and introverted

I worked most of the time and spent my evenings in front of a computer screen either watching streams on the Internet or playing games, sometimes listening to music from my favorite radio — http://princessluna.fun. The best lunar radio station in all of Equestria!

One day, I looked around. My once-pristine floors were covered in dust, dishes sat in the sink, and trash was piling up. My house had become a mess.

"Why do I have to clean this?" I thought to myself as I grabbed a sponge and started scrubbing the dishes. "I earn well, so why spend hours on chores? Shouldn't I just hire a maid? I can afford."

Though the idea of a maid doing these boring tasks seemed appealing, letting a stranger into my home felt scary. I had been shy and unconfident all my life. What if the maid steals something? Or what if she damages something valuable?

Although I had been shy all my life, with my finances, I started to feel more confident. And the idea began to lure me more than the fear.

After an hour of wiping things down, I finally gave up. Time is precious, and there never seems to be enough of it. So I decided it was a good idea, and I had to push myself.

"Okay, Anon. It’s time to bite the bullet and hire a maid."

I picked up my phone and searched for local maid services. The first result — Spotless Maids & More — popped up with five stars and looked promising.

That evening after work, I visited the maids office. It was bright inside, with white furniture and photos of smiling maids on the wall. I heard soft, cheerful music playing in the background.

A white-haired lady at the desk greeted me. Her name tag read "Honey Moon."

She looked at me up and down and smiled, "Welcome to 'Spotless Maids & More.’ Do you need a maid, right? I’m Honey Moon!"

I felt shy under her cheerful gaze. "Uh, yes. I um... I need a maid," I managed to stammer out. She smiles and waves for me to sit down.

"Do you have a specific type of maid in mind?" she asked.

In Equestrian tradition, people displayed their cutie marks on their shoulders, upper arms, or their skirts.

I glanced at her shoulder and saw a crescent moon with a honey dipper inside. Honey Moons's cutie mark was definitely representing sweetness, kindness, and care. It was usual for someone who worked in customer service.

I began hesitantly. "Well... I need someone reliable, I guess. Friendly... maybe around my age? I don’t know," I said, feeling silly for not knowing what I wanted.

She nodded with a big smile. "You are lucky. We have a new young girl who can start tomorrow, and I think she’s just right for you!"

"Wow, that sounds good," I responded, a bit unsure.

Honey Moon leaned back in her chair, looking me over for a moment, maybe trying to size me up.

"Relax, Anon," she said confidently. "Here at Spotless Maids & More, we offer only the best — you won’t be disappointed!!"

But there’s one thing you need to know," she said, her tone suddenly serious. "You must be strict with your maid. Okay? We've had some... issues in the past."
She locked eyes with me. "If you don’t want a lazy, disrespectful maid in your house, you need to be firm and set the rules early. Otherwise... one day, she might just ‘sit on your face.’ So be careful!"

Honey Moon laughed at her own joke, but I felt a bit uneasy. What kind of 'issues' was she talking about?

She turned back to her computer, typing and searching for my new maid while I sat awkwardly, waiting and imagining.

The thought of a lazy, disobedient maid was amusing, and I chuckled to myself. I suppose if she happened to sit on my face by accident... well, I wouldn’t exactly mind.

I pictured her — my new maid — her weight pressing down on me, her warmth close, her scent surrounding me as she settled onto my face. Her pale skin brushing against my nose, her body feeling light, almost like she was floating. The image was so vivid, it felt like she was already here, on me.

"Sir? Hello?" the lady called, snapping her fingers in front of my face, jolting me out of my daydream.

I blushed furiously. I’d been caught daydreaming about a maid I hadn’t even hired yet. "Uh... sorry," I mumbled. "I was just... just thinking about how nice my house is gonna look."

She gave me an odd look, then handed me a folder. "Here’s your perfect match — Derrapy Hooves. Or just Derpy."

I flipped through the folder. Derrapy was 21, a student at CanterlotPolis University. In her free time, she enjoyed gaming, baking... and naps. I let out a small smile.

"She sounds great," I said, my voice more confident.

Honey Moon smiled, closed the folder, and handed me the contract. "I'll send her to your home tomorrow morning, then?"

"So soon? That would be perfect," I replied.

A few minutes later, everything was settled. Honey Moon led me out of the office, her smile unwavering. I stepped outside into the cool March air, feeling an odd sense of uncertainty.

Doubt crept in. What if Honey Moon’s assurances weren’t as trustworthy as they seemed. What if the maid wasn’t as reliable as she claimed? What if I make a mistake?

I shook off the thoughts and headed home. It was done. Tomorrow morning, my new maid — Derrapy Hooves — will be arriving.

I wondered what she looked like, what her voice sounded like...

Chapter 4: Mistress of my Luntendo Switch

I watched Derpy walk through the front door with her arms filled with bags. Her cheeks were flushed from carrying everything.

"Hi, Anon!" she called, kicking the door closed behind her. "I'm back! Could you please help me?"

I hurried over and took a few of the heavier bags from her grasp

We made our way toward the guest room. I opened the door for her.

"This is your new room, Derpy," I said, gesturing inside.

Derpy set down the bags on the bed. It was really happening - she was moving in with me. The room started filling with Derpy’s belongings.

I stood, watching as she unpacked. She accidentally dropped a pair of pink panties from the bag onto the floor. I pretended not to gawk at them.

She glanced at me, catching my gaze on her fallen panties, and then quickly bent down to pick them up.

"So, Anon. Tell me." She smiled mischievously. "What do you think about these panties? Are they cute?"

I could feel my cheeks burning at that question. She liked making me feel uncomfortable on purpose. "Yeah.. they're...cute," I managed to say.

I had noticed they were the same style of panties I had seen on her more than once.

"Why does she only wear these panties?" I wondered. "Does she have only one pair? That'd be...weird."

Derpy seemed to read my thoughts.

"Don't think, please, I'm some kind of piggy who only wears one pair over and over for her master! I just really like pink panties! I bought a bunch of the same ones because they’re so-o-o super cute!" To prove her point, she grabbed from her bag a few more pairs of exactly the same pink panties.

"See? A whole pack!" She proudly showed them to me.

I was unable to respond appropriately.

While Derpy was unpacking her things from her bags, I got bored, and I started daydreaming about her and her panties. Honestly, I didn't mind if she wore just one pair of pink panties every day for me.

In my fantasy, she walked into my bedroom a week later. Her cheeks were flushed, and there was a mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes.

"Master," she said sweetly. "You told me to wear these panties all week, remember? And I did for you, Master!"

She lifted the hem of her skirt and revealed what she was wearing – a pair of her cute pink panties. I could see a few stains on them.

"Here they are," she said, pulling off her panties, stepping out of them and holding them up for my face to see. They were inside out. She was showing the dirty side where the scent of her urine still lingered.

She teasingly waved the panties in front of my face. "All dirty and worn for you, Master, just like you wanted. Do you want to smell them?"

Suddenly, Derpy snapped me out of my dream.

"Anon, do you mind if I use your shower? I’ve got to head to the university soon." She asked.

"Sure, no problem," I responded, trying to sound casual. My cock started to grow slowly in my pants from my little dream so I quickly returned to my room.

After Derpy moved in, our agreement with the maids agency didn't change. She still has to clean, cook, and do laundry at my home every three days. But the other days were her days off, which meant she didn't owe me anything. There was no point in having a maid to work every day since I live alone and I don't create a lot of mess.

But now she wasn’t just the maid anymore — she was also my housemate.

I thought if she lived in my home it would mean my house would be much cleaner than before. She would have more free time and her duties would be less of a problem. But as the days passed, I started noticing there was absolutely nothing changed!

It even started to feel as if she stopped caring entirely about her maid duties. I shouldn't think badly about Derpy, but I couldn’t help.

Derpy was playing on my PonyStation.

“Derpy,” I began cautiously, sitting down in the chair across from her, “have you noticed the house has been... a little messier lately?”

She glanced at me, pausing her game. “Messier? Hm, maybe a little. But don’t worry, Anon! Tomorrow’s my cleaning day — I’ll handle everything then!” she excused.

But tomorrow would come, and though she cleaned, it never felt like enough.

Empty snack wrappers could mysteriously appear on the coffee table, and her things could be everywhere — her books stacked on the coffee table, her sneakers casually tossed by the door.

I decided to check her room, while she was at her university. Her bedsheets were tangled up in a messy heap, clothes strewn about, empty soda cans littered on her desk. And then, something caught my eye - a white sports T-shirt tossed carelessly on the floor by her bed. I couldn’t resist the urge to examine it.

So, I bent down, picked it up, brought it to my nose, and took a deep breath. It smelled like her, that sweet, faintly floral scent I'd come to associate with Derpy. But there was something else – a hint of her sweat.

I could imagine Derpy wearing this t-shirt, her body moving as she exercised, the fabric clinging to her skin, damp with sweat… I felt a stirring in my pants at the thought.

I came toward the door, ensuring it was closed tightly.

And then,I lifted off my pants and pulled out my already erect cock. I held her t-shirt up to my nose again, taking another deep breath of Derpy's intoxicating scent. I stroked myself faster enjoying the smell.

I imagined Derpy standing before me, fresh from a sweaty workout at the gym. Her white T-shirt clung to her curves, soaked through with perspiration.

My cock throbbed in my hand as I pictured the thin fabric molding to her breasts and the flat planes of her stomach...

I imagined her turning around, giving me a coy look over her shoulder as she slowly bent during her gym workout.

"Ohhhh!" I groaned, my cock jerking as hot cum erupted from the tip, spraying in thick ropes onto a tissue held beneath it.

I slumped back against her bed for a moment, gasping.

The waves of pleasure receded and my breathing returned to normal, I felt an overwhelming sense of shame wash over me.

I returned her shirt to its place on the floor and hurriedly cleaned myself up.

Derpy was my maid (and housemate), not a lover. And I used her clothes without her permission like some kind of weird creep. She could be furious if she caught me, and then she might hate me!

In the evening, as I sat in my room typing on my laptop, Derpy strolled in holding my Luntendo Switch. She twirled it playfully in her hands, her big, golden eyes alight with joy.

"Anon," she began, "can I borrow your Switch? Just for a little while? Pleeease!?" She leaned on the last word, tilting her head in a way that made it hard to refuse.

I looked up, mildly annoyed by her sudden request. "Uh, sure," I replied. "Just return it to me this evening, alright?"

She grinned, giving me a quick thumbs-up before disappearing back into her room. Her footsteps faded, leaving me to my work.

At first, I didn’t think much of it. Sharing my Switch with Derpy seemed harmless — kind of cute, even.

But that “little while” quickly turned into her habit.

After a long day of work, all I wanted was to relax with Luntendo Switch. I hadn’t been able to do so in a while since Derpy had started borrowing it so often.

I walked into the living room and found Derpy sprawled out on the couch, watching TV. On the coffee table sat my Luntendo Switch, which she had “forgotten” to return.

I grabbed and powered it on and saw the familiar home screen come into my view. But something felt off.

There was the second account with new avatar and a title:

'MissRobotnik'

“You... made a second account?” I said, confused.

"MissRobotnik" was probably a reference to Robotnik from 'Ponic the Hedgehog', a show she liked.

Clearly, this was the influence of studying at the university’s math faculty. I had seen math and machine learning books scattered across her room earlier.

She probably dreamed of working with AI or robotics.

How did she even enter University? In Equestria, it's possible for a simple village girl like Derpy thanks to the Special Intense Equestrian Educational Program, which is very different from other countries.

It so happens that in other countries, if you want to be middle class, have a car, a big house for 3 children, you need to finish university and get a job at one of the monopoly companies.

Monopoly doesn't need a lot of people, so you have to compete with others from the cradle.

You would have crammed an array of subjects — some essential, others utterly unnecessary while your life passed by you.

You would have spent your entire childhood and youth buried in studies, attending tutoring sessions paid for by your constantly working, busy, tired parents to pass exams and have a chance to enter University.

You would have taken out a big loan, then a mortgage, spending the rest of your life repaying bills, feeling like a squirrel in a wheel (in this absurd system). Where is the time to live, to find yourself?

And even if you graduated from university, there would be no guarantee of employment, leaving you living in poverty with debt.

You can protest, not study and work in other professions, but you will work for food.

And If you get sick and are treated in a hospital, we will be saddled with a huge debt that you will never be able to pay off.

Equestria prioritizes the well-being of its citizens, not the well-being of corporations.

In Equestria, the philosophy is simple: a person working in their true calling will contribute far more to society than someone who spends half their life studying a field they chose by mistake.

The young have the time to truly live and discover their passions.

Schoolchildren and students focus on one subject at a time – dedicating an entire month to mathematics, for example, before moving on to the next subject.

Not six different subjects in a single day, with week-long gaps in between.

This simple yet intense approach is one of the pillars of Equestria’s success. But in other countries, it seems like the education system is purposely designed to be very ineffective.

In Equestria, schooling ends early, at the age of 14 or 15, instead of 18. The curriculum isn’t bloated with unnecessary knowledge for the sake of it.

Focused, intensive lessons in a single subject are more effective for learning than juggling six different subjects at once.

Education in Equestria is free because finding new specialist teachers and providing school buildings isn’t a challenge for any country, even poor ones, that truly have a purpose for the well-being of its citizens .

A trained, working specialist in their field quickly repays the investment in their education through their contributions.

So, Derpy had enough time to decide what she wanted to work in the AI field, surprising everyone.

Derpy glanced back at me with a sheepish smile. “Oh, yeah! I didn’t want to mess up your saves, so I figured it’d be better to make my own.”

It felt that she hadn’t just borrowed the console. She claimed my lovely Luntendo Switch as a cat claimed its territory by pissing on the tree!

And I felt annoyed and... a pleasant tingling in my stomach. She didn’t ask if I minded. But honestly, I liked that she did. But I had gotten used to playing in bed every evening, and now she started occupying it every night, too(

Evening came, and as usual, Derpy was sprawled out on the couch, completely absorbed in some "Ponic" game she was playing on my Luntendo Switch.

I stood in the doorway. This had become my routine before sleeping — one that she’d completely taken over now.

She wore a faded T-shirt with a cartoon pony character on the front, and a pair of simple pink panties.

Her bare legs were covered in colorful, childish socks, resting on my coffee table.

"Shouldn't she be wearing more than just... that?" I thought to myself.

"Aw, Anon?" She paused the game and turned her head to look at me with a playful glint in her eyes.

"Derpy," I began, "you've been hogging the Switch every night. I got used to playing before bed, but I haven't touched it in days."

"Aaa! Are you upset about your lovely toy being stolen by your favorite maid? Poor master," she smirked, leaning further back into the couch.

Then, she boldly stretched out her legs, wiggling her toes. With a smirk that made my stomach twist, she said, 'Well, if you’re so upset, how about this? You can sit here and massage my feet while I play. Does that sound fair?

She slipped off her socks, revealing those tantalizingly pink toes, and wiggled her toes again at me, offering a clear invitation.

The sight was so hypnotic.

I reached out, gently wrapping my fingers around one of her feet. She giggled softly as I began to massage it, her eyes watching me sometimes from her game.

"I wouldn’t mind if you kissed them too. Don’t be shy!" she teased.

I gently kissed her big toe, feeling the warmth on my lips. She had a faint scent of lavender soap on her. Unfortunately for me, she’d already taken a bath, so I couldn't savor her "natural" scent.

"Mmm," she purred.

I slowly ran my tongue along the arch of her foot. She let out a little giggle, her toes curling under my touch.

I glanced at Derpy’s legs. They were a little hairy – something I hadn’t really noticed before. Usually, she wore stockings or jeans, but now, with just her favorite pink panties on, I could see the dark hairs scattered across her skin.

It seemed Derpy just had stopped shaving her legs. She didn’t care about the hair on her legs anymore.

"Did I really think maids had to be smooth and perfect all the time?" I wondered, feeling a little upset with myself.

This fur on her legs felt like a subtle sign of her dominance in my house. It felt like a declaration that she was in charge here, and that she didn’t feel the need to please anyone, not even me. There were far more interesting things to do, like playing games on my consoles or watching TV. Strangely, I liked that. And it was a little arousing from that thought.

My dick stirred in my pants as I worshiped her feet. Derpy was completely absorbed in her game, while I humbly licked and kissed her toes. It wasn't as unpleasant as last time. A little salty, slightly sweet taste from the soap.

But suddenly, she looked down at me with her half-lidded eyes, brimming with pleasure and warmth. "You are such a good puppy, Anon! Licked all my tired footies. Maybe we could make it our routine?" She said and giggled, giving me a head pat that made me feel like an actual dog.

I felt both humiliation and pleasure intertwining within me.

And then, just as suddenly as it had started, it ended. She set down my Switch and stood up, leaving me kneeling.

"It's time for sleep. I need to go to the University tomorrow morning. Goodnight, Anon." She said, walking away from me towards her room.

She had left me alone with my Luntendo Switch, but I had no desire to play now.

Tonight, I would like to do something "inappropriate" with my erected penis in my bedroom, thinking about her.

Chapter 1: Derpy’s First Day

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Chapter 2: A Foot Massage Gone Wrong

Over time, I noticed Derpy slacking on her duties. It was just minor things. She'd sometimes forget to wash dishes in the sink, tables had a layer of dust on surfaces or the floors were not as clean as they used to be.

If I questioned her, Derpy would just shrug apologetically

"Sorry, Anon," she would say with a sheepish grin. "I got so caught up in the bathroom cleaning I ran out of time for the living room." or "I wiped that table down already."

She would look at me with her big, innocent eyes as if I were wrong.

But I can't blame Derpy too much, though; even if she is getting a bit lazy, she's a student, not a robot, after all. It is quite normal for her to want a break sometimes, instead of constantly cleaning and dusting my big house. Besides, I'm not a neat freak who needs everything perfectly tidy all the time. A few messy spots are not the end of the world, are they?

On Saturday morning, I walked past the living room and saw Derpy standing on a chair. I caught a glimpse of her pink panties peeking out from the short maid skirt as she reached up to dust a high shelf. Suddenly, the rickety chair wobbled beneath her.

"Derpy!" I screamed out in fear as she lost her balance and tumbled down on the floor.
She made a quick yell. "Ow ow ow!"

I rushed over to kneel beside her. "Are you okay, Derpy? Did you hurt yourself?"

Derpy's face was scrunched up in pain. She nodded weakly.

My gaze caught her black stockings.

"Oh no, let me help!" I slowly took a hold of her foot and checked it out.

"It seems that you might have sprained it," I said.

"I think you should let your foot rest for a while. How about we go to the couch and I give you a nice foot massage so that it feels better?

"Oh. That sounds really good, Anon... But I don’t want to be a slacker. There are so many cleaning tasks left."

“You are forbidden to work if you hurt yourself.” I insisted with resolution.

She winced as she tried to stand up, but it was painful.
Gently, I helped her as she hopped on one foot, guiding her over to my white couch. She plopped herself down among the pink cushions and let out a sigh.

"I'm sorry, Anon," she said with regret. "I shouldn't have tried standing on that wobbly old chair..."

"It's alright. Don't worry. Poor foot. Let me give you a massage," I said, comforting her and kneeling before the white sofa on the floor in front of her to take a closer look.

She stretched out her leg, wagging her toes playfully and smiling lovely at me.

Gradually, I started to knead the soft skin of her sole through her black stockings with my thumbs, pushing out pain and tension.

Derpy let out a long breath, closing her eyes, and resting back against the pink cushions.

"Mmm... That feels incredible," she purred in bliss. "You have such fantastic fingers!"

I was glad to hear this, but soon I started to smell something — a faint, foul odour invading my nose.

Evidently, she had not cared about her foot cleanliness recently. Maybe she’d been too busy with her university lessons and forgot to clean her stockings.

One part of me was repelled as I realised — it was definitely not the sexiest smell. Another part of me, however, felt drawn to this odour and this situation.

I imagine myself pressing my face into those lovely toes of hers and breathing in that unpleasant smell, causing my cock to shift in my pants.... It felt wrong. I shouldn't be thinking about my innocent maid like that.

While I massaged Derpy's foot, my gaze kept drifting between her legs. Her eyes were closed, so I felt it was the perfect opportunity to sneak a peek. Her short skirt had shifted slightly, and I got a glimpse of the cute pink panties that I adored.

I could even see the outline of her pussy on them ^^. My throat caught in my breath at the scene. But Derpy noticed me looking between her legs and met my gaze with a smile.

"Eyeing for something?" She cracked a joke. I quickly averted my eyes, feeling heat rise to my cheeks.

"I stammered apologetically, 'I'm sorry, Derpy, that was very inappropriate of me.'"

She giggled lightly.

"'Silly, no need to apologize! You're such a wonderful babysitter for me.'"

She wiggled her foot slightly in my lap, as if asking me to continue and give it more care and attention. Unable to resist, I resumed the massage, working my thumbs into her skin up and down.

"I would let you rub me all day. This is much better than scrubbing your toilets anyway." Derpy sighed.

I continued, glancing at her toes. I wondered what her unwashed feet tasted like. The queasy idea of licking her sweaty sole with my tongue, savoring every inch of her dirty foot, was strangely alluring.

Derpy would be shocked — maybe even she would slap me if I tried to do something so pervert right here...

This idea stimulated my saliva and made my cock erect. I wanted nothing more than to bury my face between her cute toes and lick every inch of them.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry, mister Anon," Derpy said, suddenly flustered as she caught her foot smell. "I've been wearing these stockings for a couple of days without washing them. By now, they are probably pretty stinky! You must think I'm such a slob."

"No! It's okay!" I hastened to assure her. "I didn't even notice anything. Honestly."

Derpy didn't look like she was convinced, but she shrugged and wiggled her toes at me anyway, as if to say, "Go ahead then."

I craved to massage her. The scent intensified as I massaged her foot.

The smell wasn’t pleasant—in fact, it was awful. IIt felt so wrong to be aroused by an odor like that, but I wanted to sniff it more. Every time I smell it, I could feel my dick getting even more and more bigger.

While rubbing Derpy's foot, I leaned closer and closer…

"You're such a good master," Derpy purred above me. "And you don't mind the smell, do you?"

I nodded quickly. "No, miss Derpy!" I said quickly, trying to hide how much I was enjoying it.

"Your feet just have a natural musky scent and sweat. That's all. Your smell is very nice to me." My cock throbbed with desire as I lied.

Derpy grinned.

"Oh my God..." Derpy said suddenly. "You mean to tell me that you actually find it attractive when my feet are stinky and unwashed? Don't you? That's so kinky, Mister Anon!"

I felt my face turn completely red. It was completely inappropriate of me to enjoy the scent of her dirty toes that much.

"Ooh yes... right there," Derpy moaned as I ran my thumb over the arch of her foot. She had the prettiest, daintiest toes I'd ever seen.
"Seriously, Anon, I’ve never experienced such a brilliant massage!" she cooed above me. "I’m so glad you're treating your maid so well."

My cock jumped in my pants at her flirtatious words.

"Well...I love helping people, especially adorable girls like you, Derpy," I said.

"You really know just how to make a girl feel special. Thank you, Anon... " She purred.

"You know what," she said suddenly, propping her elbow under her chin and looking at me with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Why don't you give me a massage sometimes?"

I could hardly think straight, intoxicated by the strength of her dirty feet smell and the sound of her sweet voice.

"Anything for my lovely maid," I muttered. "Nothing would make me happier than taking care of you!"

She smiled at my enthusiastic response, clearly pleased by me.

Chapter 3: A Drug Called Feet

I opened the front door, coming back from work. The well-known aroma of my home met me, but something was off. Derpy usually bustled about at this hour. But today, silence hung thick in the air.

"Derpy?" I called, putting down my bag. No answer. With a puzzled look on my face, I went to check the kitchen — there were no signs of lunch being prepared or dishes washed.

She had forgotten today was a workday for her? It was already after 4 pm, and Derpy was still not around. I rolled up my sleeves and started making dinner myself with a sad sigh.

I spent an hour doing the chores that my devoted maid used to do, and then the front door opened.

"Anon! Sorry I'm so late!" Derpy said as she glided into the living room, shrugging off her backpack, filled with papers and books from her university classes.

She was dressed casually in her faded jeans that highlighted her curves, a white t-shirt that fit her snugly and allowed her to show off a little bit of her navel to me. Her blue old sneakers were like the cherry on top of a chocolate pie.

"Oh shoot, I completely forgot to change before coming over! ..." She muttered.

Derpy usually wore her maid outfit while she was working in my house.

"I was wondering what happened," I asked, looking up from the dish I'd been scrubbing by hand in the sink. "You missed all your maid chores today."

She kicked off her shoes and propped her feet up on the coffee table, wiggling her toes in her white cotton socks with relief on her face. "I'm so sorry, Anon! I was at university today for a big test — damn Math."

I couldn't help sneaking a peek at her socks, immediately imagining myself kneeling before her, pulling each sock off with my teeth… I shook my head slightly, pushing away such inappropriate thoughts about my young maid.

"I really need to use the bathroom," she said, leaving the room quickly.

I let my gaze linger on her sneakers for a moment. They looked well-worn from daily use.

A sudden idea overtook me — what did they smell like after being worn by Derpy all day?

I grabbed one of those sneakers and pulled it close to my nose for an exploratory sniff. The musty foot odor hit my nostrils. Pungent... and unpleasant.

But I inhaled deeply, feeling the heady aroma fill my lungs. I imagined Derpy being cooped up in those tight shoes all day. I took another deep breath, burying my nose into it. The smell was so dizzy.
I felt like a complete degenerate, sniffing my own maid's sweaty sneakers… I inhaled again and again, drunk on the heady aroma...

What if she caught me? How would I ever explain to her why I grabbed her sneaker?

I heard the toilet flush upstairs, snapping me out of my perverted dream. She will be returning any moment!

I nervously returned her shoe exactly where it belonged. I used my sleeve to polish my nose. Then I paused, realizing how absolutely disgusting it was — sniffing girl's used shoes.

I quickly grabbed a magazine and pretended to flip through it casually, trying to calm my beating heart and look indifferent. The last thing I needed was for Derpy to catch me sniffing her shoes!

"Sorry. I was late today," she said again, sitting down on the couch beside me with a sigh.

The tight jeans she wore hugged the contours of her thighs and calves in a very sexy way. She leaned back against the pink cushions.

"After class, I was in such a hurry to get here that I didn’t even think about changing," she said, running a hand through her hair.

"You shouldn't have to dress up for the job every time." I tried to sound casual, pointing to her casual outfit. "I mean, I really like your maid outfit... But I'm okay if you want to wear something casual sometimes."

She glanced down at herself, then back at me. "You are right, Anon! I'm actually pretty comfy in this... I'll start wearing jeans more often around your house then. I'm not changing into that maid uniform today if it's okay with you?"

I definitely shouldn't suggest this to her. Would my maid take her job less seriously without her uniform? She had already struggled with her duties, and this casual outfit might only make things worse. But it was already late.

I don't why, but I felt pleasure tingling in my eggs from these thoughts.

Derpy stretched out her legs on the coffee table, wiggling her sock toes.

"I prefer you to wear whatever makes you feel most relaxed – whatever you like," I replied, without thinking.

"Anon? Can I ask for something?" Derpy asked, looking up at me with her big pleading puppy dog eyes.

I raised an eyebrow. "Sure. Tell me."

"I didn't want to bother you, but... my feet are killing me today. I was hoping your healing hands could help," she explained.

"Poor feet," I said in a soothing voice.

I knelt down in front of the couch where Derpy lay. I took one of her beautiful feet in my hands, and then I started gently massaging her sole with my thumbs.

Derpy smiled. "I really like your messages! Thank you so much, Anon! You're the coolest boss ever, you know that!"

I grinned at the praise while I massaged her foot. It had a slight stink from her worn sneakers.

"Oh, wonderful," she sighed contentedly, closing her eyes as I worked my fingers on her foot.

I glanced at her sock, noticing a distinct, stinky smell wafting up from them.
"Anon? Would you mind taking off my socks?"

"Of course," I agreed, reaching down to peel the sock off one foot, exposing her bare sole to me.

"I'm glad I can help you relax after such a long day," I said. "Walking around campus must be exhausting."

"Ugh, it really is," Derpy complained. "Especially with these old sneakers — my feet are so sore."

I couldn't resist the temptation to take peeks at the cute pink paint on her toes. The overpowering desire to plant a kiss on that soft skin was so much.

"Your feet are so cute and perfect," I commented.

Derpy giggled. "You really like my feet so much? Do you like worshiping them? What’s next? Are you gonna kiss them?" She joked.

My heart raced at the thought of actually pressing my lips against that divine sole... I craved to taste her stinky toes right now. I paused, glancing up at Derpy.

"Actually..." I started hesitantly, "Would it be too weird if... if I kissed your foot?"

Derpy's face burst into a cute impish grin. "Uh... Really? Do you actually want to kiss them?"

I nodded shyly. "I thought it would be nice to show you how much I appreciate everything my maid did for me."

"For my best boss ever, sure! Why not!?" Derpy smiled with a warm wiggling her cute toes at me playfully.

I was filled with joy that she accepted my… little kinky suggestion.

I leaned down toward her toes, a little nervous, holding my breath. Then I took a deep breath. The smell of the sweaty feet clouded my mind…

My lips brushed her warm sole in a gentle kiss, feeling the stinky skin of her foot.

Derpy giggled, easily noticing how much I was enjoying it. "You're such a sweet little pervert, Anon," she teased affectionately. "I like this side of you."

I blushed even harder but couldn't help grinning up at her goofily, feeling dizzy with arousal.

Derpy beamed. "Feels really nice. My feet are fortunate to have a fan like you. He-he!"

She giggled and wiggled her toes against my lips, testing how far she could go, "Yeah, that tickles!"

It felt crazy. I was addicted to the taste and scent of her sweaty sole in my mouth, and I could tell she was enjoying the power she had over me.

With my tongue, I swirled around each of her cute little toes and then sucked them into my mouth one at a time. Oh, Celestia! The flavor was something out of this world! I never thought I would one day really lick someone’s foot!

"So," Derpy said suddenly, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Um, I’ve been thinking... My University is really close to your house, and, well..."

"...Would it be okay if I moved into your house temporarily? During University's year, of course? I mean... I already slept some nights anyway in your house, so... What do you think?" She looked at me with pleading eyes, hoping for a positive response.

I blinked in surprise at that unexpected request, and halted my kiss in order to look up at her. She was like an angel above me.

Letting Derpy live with me, even temporarily, would be a big challenge for an introvert like me... but I had to admit, the idea of having her around 24/7 was incredibly appealing.

"Your home has so much extra room that goes unused," she continued. "And the commute would be so much easier for me... I'd be more rested. I promise you, I will put in even more effort to keep your house spotless." she said, making every word sound truthful. "You won't regret this Anon!"

I couldn’t ignore her irresistibly cute face and those big, puppy-dog eyes I adored. And, of course, I wanted to have Derpy's company every day.
"In fact," Derpy added with a sly wink, "if you let me move in here, I'll let you worship my feet whenever you want. I see how much you love them."

"You will do whatever you want with my feet", Derpy purred playfully, looking down at me adoringly, as I was kneeling at her feet, and adding, "You can kiss, lick, or even sniff them; they will be all yours to enjoy."

I nearly choked on my own tongue at that brazen suggestion. Merely the idea of having everyday access to Derpy's sweet little toes made me dizzy.

"Of course you can stay here!" I exclaimed happily, nodding my head eagerly, too thrilled by the possibility to argue. "I'd love to have you around more often."

I leaned in without hesitation this time, pushing my lips against Derpy's sole once more. Her sweet giggle made me beam.

"Thank you so much Anon! You're the best boss ever," she gushed gratefully.

"Mmm... that feels really nice," she purred above me approvingly. "You're going to spoil me rotten with all this foot worship. I think my other foot is feeling jealous. Don’t forget to kiss and lick this one too! I want both of them to be equally worshiped by you."

I pressed my lips on the delicate curve of another sole. She let out a delighted giggle as I began trailing kisses along the length of her foot, savoring her skin.

"Ooh yes... just like that, Anon," she purred approvingly above me. "My feet are like a drug, and I love how much you are addicted to them."

Chapter 5: Seduction on the Stove

"Derpy's confidence in taking over my space grew slowly. After claiming my Luntendo Switch, she started making more and more requests.

It began innocently enough.

"Anon, can you grab me a drink?" or "Anon, I'm a little hungry, could you please bring me a snack?"

But soon, her requests began to escalate.

One Saturday morning, I came out of my room in the kitchen. She had my coffee mug in her hand, sipping lazily coffee from it.

“Morning, Anon!” She greeted me cheerfully. “I was thinking… Could you make breakfast today? I’m starving!”

I was confused. “You want me to cook breakfast? But isn’t today your maid day?”

She leaned on the counter with an exaggerated pout. “You make better omelets than me. Pleeease?”

I couldn't say 'no' and sighed.

Moments like these started happening more frequently. Lunch, dinner — on weekends, she’d casually drop hints about what she wanted to eat, leaving me to figure out how to make it happen.

"Morning, Anon," she said, her voice still thick with sleep. "Smells good in here. What's for breakfast? I could really go for some pancakes right now."

This started to irritate me and I tried to resist.

Derpy," I said, trying to keep my voice firm as I flipped pancakes in the pan, "you're supposed to be making breakfast today."

"Mmm?" she replied absently, not even looking up. "Oh. But your pancakes are sooo good! Let's make an exception today. In the morning I can't eat anything but your delicious pancakes."

I shot her a glance, but she didn’t seem to care. "You're not going to make anything for your favorite maid? What if I starve to death? How would you explain that to the maids' agency?" She joked.

I rolled my eyes. "Fine, Fine, but this is the last time."

She watched me work, her chin resting in her hand, smiling happily.

Sometimes, I would come home from work to find her sprawled on the couch flipping through a textbook. The moment I stepped inside, I’d hear her voice call out with a smile:

“Hey, Anon! Could you cook dinner tonight? I'm hungry!”

And oddly, I didn’t mind it as much as I probably should have. There was a strange satisfaction in taking care of her. Her playful requests and demands started to feel like a natural part of my life.

On her maid working days, she still wore her uniform and went through the tasks of cleaning, cooking, and doing laundry. But even then, she managed to flip our dynamic on its head.

One evening, while she was supposed to be cooking dinner, I walked into the kitchen to find her standing by the counter, chopping vegetables.

“Anon,” she said sweetly, “I think dinner would be so much tastier if we cooked together. Don’t you think so?”

I hesitated, but I liked her company and eventually relented. “Sure, I can help you with this once.”

That “once” quickly became my routine. On her workdays, she’d always have a reason for me to take over in the kitchen.

"Anon," she sighed dramatically one evening, looking at me with those big, doe-like, apologetic eyes. Her hands rubbed her neck slowly, as if the stress from her university work was visibly weighing on her.

"I know today is my day 'on'. But I'm so exhausted... I’ve been at the library all day, and my brain feels like mush. Could you maybe cook tonight instead of me? Please? I just need rest."

She stretched her arms over her head, yawning dramatically. "I promise I’ll make it up to you," she added with a playful wink. "Maybe a nice foot massage for me later, hm?"

Derpy continued to shift our balance of responsibilities, subtly persuading me to do more.

I wanted to argue, but the exhaustion in her eyes made it hard to resist. And the thought of her feet was also a compelling argument, so I took a step toward the kitchen. “Alright, fine. But you owe me.”

Her eyes lit up, and she practically skipped over to the couch, collapsing dramatically onto the cushions. “Thanks, Anon! You’re my best boss!”

It felt odd — this was supposed to be her job. But her charm and excuses always made it so difficult to say no.

Finally, she had stopped cooking entirely on her workdays. Cleaning? Yes. Laundry? Sure. But meals? Now those were problems for her every time.

“You know,” I said, “you really should cook more often on your maid days.”

"But your cooking is way better than mine, Anon!" she exclaimed, leaning forward with her elbows on the table.

"You're such a great cook, and I really loved it when you helped me out in the kitchen on my workdays. Honestly, I don't think I've ever tasted food this delicious before."

Her words took me. I hadn’t expected such a glowing review of my cooking.

"You've done so much," she continued. "I’d really like to repay you somehow..." She trailed off thoughtfully, tapping her chin with one finger.

I was intrigued. “How’s that?”

Her smile widened mischievously. “Do you like my scent, don’t you, Anon? I noticed one day my dirty sports t-shirt was in your room. Forget to return it, did you?” She giggled.

“It smelled pretty badly with my sweat after my training. What did you do with it? Oh, I can guess.” Her voice softened. “But don't worry, I won't tell anyone.”

I had gotten used to sneaking into her room when I was home and she was at the university. One day, I forgot to return her T-shirt because she came home earlier than expected.

My face went hot, and I opened my mouth to apologize, but she cut me off. "And I have an even better reward for you," she teased. "Instead of just smelling my unwashed clothes, why don't you sniff my armpits directly?"

My cock twitched involuntarily. That sounded utterly humiliating, yet undeniably alluring. Before I could formulate a coherent response, she stood up and stepped closer, lifting her arm and waving it under my nose.

My eyes caught her armpits were a little hairy. It was damp with sweat, and her feminine scent.

"Go ahead," she whispered. "Sniff me like the perverted maid-fetishist you are." She pressed her arm harder against my face, rubbing it gently across my cheek. "Isn't that what you've dreamed about, mister Anon?" she breathed into my ear.

I inhaled deeply, savoring her aroma. She was right; this was exactly what I'd fantasized about.

"Yes..." I murmured, my inhibitions melting away. "Yes, I want it..."

"Now, why don't you show me how much you appreciate your cute little maid, hmm?" she purred, still holding her arm to my face.

Overcome with lust, I began lapping at her moist skin, the taste of salt mingling with her natural musk. My tongue swirled around the contours of her pit, exploring every inch of her. I pulled back briefly to admire her armpit hairs, then resumed my eager licking, feeling the coarse strands tickle my lips and tongue.

"That's it," she encouraged. "Make your maid feel good."

As I licked, I suddenly felt something unfamiliar brush past my lips and settle on my tongue — a single long, curly strand of hair. I paused for a moment, trying to remove it from my mouth.

"Aww, look what you found! Your very own piece of Derpy xD." she giggled.

I blushed furiously as I carefully extracted a hair.

Embarrassed and aroused, I continued my oral ministrations, flicking my tongue rapidly over her skin, eliciting giggles from her.

"You're such a pervert, Anon," she teased, running her fingers through my hair. "But that's okay. I'll indulge your little fetishes, as long as you keep cooking. Deal?"

"Okey," I managed to choke out between breaths.

My hand wandered down to cup her ass.

"Oh, Anon," she let out a sigh, pulling away slightly. "Enough for today. You've been such a good boy."

I released her reluctantly, feeling flushed and dazed from the intense encounter. My cock throbbed uncomfortably in my pants, begging for release.

From now on, every evening after the meal was done, she’d follow up with her usual “armpit reward” for me.

I enjoyed her company. But this wasn’t what I had envisioned when I agreed to let her move in. My house didn’t feel like my house anymore; it was becoming our house, except “our” wasn’t an equal partnership.

Chapter 6: Hidden Eyes

The state of my house became more and more unbearable.

I’d occasionally bring it up, mentioning the mess, but her response was always the same, “Oops! I’ll get to it soon, I promise.” But the mess only grew worse.

I gave up and picked up her slack — cleaning up after her, doing the dishes, folding the laundry, even scrubbing the toilet.

One evening, as I lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, I thought back to what Honey had said: “Be firm with your maid, or one day, she might just… sit on your face.” I need to be firm, assertive. I need to talk to her tomorrow. Set new rules.

I couldn’t sleep; I was tossing and turning. My mind kept drifting to Derpy—images of her coming to my bedroom, wearing her sexy maid outfit, asserting her dominance over me, sitting on my face while commanding me to lick her dirty pussy clean, then cumming all over my tongue. I needed to jerk off so badly.

My hand wrapped around my dick as I fantasized about Derpy taking charge, making me her willing slave, using me however she wanted.

I imagined her bossy voice telling me exactly what she liked, directing me to suck on her clit, bury my nose deep in her moist folds, and swallow every drop of her sweet nectar.

I stroked faster, breathing harder, feeling the heat as I neared climax, thinking about how badly I wanted my lazy maid to come to my room and show me who’s the boss right now.

Suddenly, a timid knock on the door broke through my fantasy. I even jumped a little and hastily pulled the blanket up to cover myself. I felt my climax approaching from the tension.

“Anon?” Derpy opened the door a crack, peering inside. “Are you still awake? Do you have any spare hangers?”

I felt jets of hot semen spurting onto the inside of my blanket as my eyes rolled back in pleasure. It felt so goood! Derpy blinked at me in confusion, seemingly unaware of what was happening.

"Um... sure, there are some in the closet," I managed to stammer, trying desperately to hide my intense arousal from her. "Top shelf."

Derpy nodded and went to my closet in the room. She rummaged through it, oblivious to my predicament. "Found 'em!" she chirped happily, waving a hanger triumphantly.

"Anon, is everything okay? What a strange smell." Her nostrils flared, catching the scent of my cum filling the room. "I've never smelled something like that before… Something like… a herring. Eww." She made a gross face.

I flushed beet red, feeling utterly mortified. Had she really just compared my cum to fish?!

"What? No, no, it's fine. You must be imagining things," I insisted weakly, praying she'd leave before I combusted with shame.

She looked skeptical but shrugged, apparently deciding to accept my explanation. "Okay then, goodnight, Anon. Sweet dreams." With a wink and a little wave, she sauntered out of my room, leaving me to my own shameful, sticky thoughts as I cleaned myself up in the dark.

The next evening, after I finished doing a mountain of dishes and tidying up the kitchen for the third time that week, I found her lounging on the couch with my Switch in hand, absorbed in 'Ponic All-Stars Racing'. She was definitely a Ponic fan.

“Derpy,” I started, trying to keep my voice even, “You promised you’d help keep it clean. I hired you to clean my house, not sit and play games!”

She didn’t look up from her game. “I know, I know, Anon. I'll clean up later, okay?” came her easy reply.

She was practically living rent-free in my house, barely lifting a finger to help, and I was cleaning up after her like some kind of servant.

At night, I thought about what to do. I decided to rebel against Derpy's laziness and came up with an idea. I would buy some hidden cameras to catch her slacking off, planning to use the footage to blackmail her by threatening to show it to the maid agency if she didn’t start moving her ass around my house.

I hesitated. It was a violation of her privacy and felt off, especially thinking about what would happen if she found out. But then, I thought about all the times I’d been cleaning up after her, and it seemed... justified. She’d have to listen to me, right?

I searched for the perfect hidden cameras on Ponzon, something very discreet, but fate had other plans. I stumbled upon an unexpected deal.

90% Off! Hidden Cameras for Toilet Bowls.

I felt a bit guilty even thinking about it, but the offer was too tempting, the price too low.

A pair of miniature, high-definition toilet seat cams, supposedly easy to set up and stream discreetly via Wi-Fi, with a ridiculous 90% discount. They looked perfectly inconspicuous, blending seamlessly with the toilet seats themselves.

And as much as I tried to convince myself that it wasn’t a good idea, something about it... appealed to me.

Without thinking, I clicked the "Add to Cart" button. I added two, one for each bathroom I had in my home. The camera would arrive within a few days.

When the parcel finally came, I wasted no time setting everything up. The cameras were smaller than I expected.

They weren't meant for constant recording, so I downloaded an app onto my phone that would allow me to activate and deactivate them remotely.

I also placed the main camera near the TV, where she spent most of her free time. It was bigger than the hidden ones and could stream constantly. I thought I could create leverage to make her shape up. Or so I thought.

On Friday afternoon, after finishing up some coding, I sneaked peeks at the live feed from my main camera. I watched Derpy lounging on the couch and playing games in her maid uniform.

As expected, she hadn’t lifted a finger to clean since I left for work earlier that morning. There were several fresh soda cans littering the coffee table.

But despite the irritation bubbling inside me, I felt an odd arousal watching her. It was strangely captivating.

What was wrong with me? I shouldn’t be aroused by this. It should piss me off, but instead...

I needed to get a grip on work. I tore my eyes away from the screen, closing the app. Work was still unfinished, and I needed to focus.

Later that night, exhausted from work, I came back. Derpy was already sprawled across the sofa, legs kicked up on the cushions, her feet bare and slightly filthy. My gaze lingered on those toes again.

Great Celestia, why did I keep falling under her spell?

"Hey," she said lazily, glancing over at me. "How was your day?"

"It was fine," I replied curtly, kicking off my shoes.

I considered confronting her right there, telling her what I’d done and using the footage as leverage to make her work harder.

But honestly, I wasn't sure I wanted her to stop being lazy anymore. Maybe I liked seeing her relax like this, knowing she was in my home, under my roof.

Later that evening I noticed Derpy went to use the restroom. Quickly I went to my bedroom, grabbed my phone and activated the hidden cam in the bathroom. Soon enough I saw Derpy from the toilet seat cam. I saw her lovely pink underwear beneath the skirt and waited anxiously.

She pulled off her maid skirt and pulled down her panties as well, showing me for the first time her sexy hairy pussy.

I got excited and unzipped my pants, pulling out my erected cock, slowly stroking it while watching her.

And then, just before lowering herself onto the porcelain bowl, she paused, glancing down as if she had noticed the camera. I held my breath, heart pounding. Did she see the camera?

Her thighs glistened slightly with sweat or moisture; I couldn’t tell which. She settled herself onto the toilet, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her knees.

My cock throbbed in my hand, precum leaking out as I watched her urinate.

The golden stream arched downward slowly, splashing softly into the bowl below, the sound muffled slightly by the ceramic which I could hear in my headphones.

I imagined running my tongue along those thighs, tasting her sweat mingled with urine. I pictured burying my face in her crotch, inhaling her scent deeply before tonguing her folds apart, swallowing every drop she gave me.

I was going crazy, jerking faster. I could hardly contain myself. I wanted to cum so badly, to explode all over myself just watching this filthy act.

Then, suddenly, her piss stopped flowing.

She reached down, wiping herself with tissue paper, then tossed the toilet paper into the toilet.

She then stood, cleaned herself, and straightened her clothes. She flushed the toilet and walked out, leaving the door open. She returned to the living room and sat on the sofa, playing her silly video game again.

It only lasted a moment, but it felt like hours, my hand stroking faster, squeezing tighter until finally, I couldn't hold back any longer.

With a grunt, I climaxed, cum splattering against my stomach and t-shirt. I quickly stopped recording.

I collapsed onto my bed, satisfied, happy and utterly drained. But the guilt hit me hard.

"What the hell have I done? How long would it be until my rational side won? Tomorrow, I’ll show her the footage of her laziness and demand better behavior.

I could not erase the memory of her beautiful ass, those soft feet, that hairy pussy... and I fell asleep.

Chapter 7: The Price of My Pleasure

I woke up in the morning feeling refreshed. I entered the kitchen, where I saw Derpy sitting at the table, casually eating toast.

"Morning," she muttered around a mouthful of bread.

"Morning," I replied, grabbing a mug for coffee without a second thought.

She chewed thoughtfully for a moment, then reached into her pocket and pulled out something small and metallic. She placed the object on the table in front of me.

Her expression shifted instantly from playful to serious.

"I think you need to explain something." She lifted her hand above the table, pointing her index finger down. "I found this in the toilet bowl. Did you put it there, Anon?"

My blood ran cold as I recognized the hidden camera from the bathroom. Guilt crashed over me.

"Umm... yes... Sorry. I installed them yesterday..." I felt utterly guilty and couldn't lie, so I confessed nervously, not even thinking of making up an excuse.

I had never seen Derpy mad before, and seeing her like this terrified me a little. "Anon! You absolute pervert! What kind of sicko does that?! Putting cameras in the bathroom?!"

"It was really stupid. I regret it. I..I'm sorry!" I stammered.

"You dirty pervert! YOU have been SPYING ON ME?!! Do you have any idea how disgusting that is? Watching someone... do that? Pee? Poop? It’s absolutely vile, humiliating, and just wrong to even talk about!" Derpy glared at me, her eyes were blazing with fury.

She grabbed her head with both hands. "I never thought you’d be the type to enjoy watching me do something like that. It’s so... so unbelievably perverted!"

Her eyes locked onto mine, filled with disgust, her gaze cutting deeper than any words could.

"I think I should leave you.... unless..." Her voice trailed off.

I got used to Derpy in my house and didn't want her to go even though I had a lot of problems with her.

"You will apologize properly," she demanded. "Get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness."

Hesitantly, I knelt in front of her.

"I am really sorry about placing those cameras. It was an invasion of your privacy, and I truly regret it." I lowered my head, feeling shame flood through me. "Please forgive me."

Derpy stared at me coolly for a long moment before speaking.

"So you really want me to stay?" Derpy smiled. "Well... I guess I could stay...I see you're really sorry. Apology accepted."

"Thanks, Derpy," I gasped in relief.

She leaned in slightly, her smirk widening. "...You know, I could tell the agency that you're a total perv. But don't worry, I'm a kind person. I won’t do that."

I felt uneasy.

"However," she continued, tapping her fingers on the table, "for spying on me, you owe me. I want you to double my salary. Okay?"

I was glad that she agreed to stay, but double her salary?? That's outrageous! But at that moment, I wasn’t thinking clearly.

"Double salary? Fine." I felt like I had no choice but to agree.

"Thanks, mister Anon!" She purred triumphantly. "You're lucky I'm staying."

As she spoke, her eyes wandered upward, catching on something above us. She frowned and pointed at a cobweb dangling from the ceiling fan.

With a dramatic sigh, she said, “Our house is so filthy, Anon. Tomorrow, we’re doing a deep clean. Actually, YOU will clean the entire house top to bottom while I'm busy with important things like shopping and relaxing. Consider it your punishment, dirty boy!”

I groaned, swallowing my pride. "...Fine. Tomorrow, I'll clean everything."

Derpy seemed satisfied with my surrender.

She went upstairs, and later, I heard the shower running. I sank into the couch, hating the situation I had created.

With a resigned sigh, I grabbed my phone and scrolled through my contacts until I found the maid agency’s number.

This was ridiculous. Doubling her salary? For that? For her big eyes and lazy ass?

With a heavy heart, I dialed Honey Moon at Spotless Maids & More.

Honey Moon’s cheerful voice chirped through the phone. “Spotless Maids & More, this is Honey Moon! How can I assist you today?”

"Hi, Honey Moon. It's Anon... Yes, Derrapy's employer..."

"Hello, Ms. Anon," Honey Moon asked, with a hint of a joke. "So, how’s everything with your maid? Isn't your maid abusing, bullying, or sexually harassing you, is she? Is everything alright?"

An adult man being sexually harassed by his young maid sounds absolutely absurd! It may be only in Equestria!

"No, nothing like that. Everything is fine." I lied, feeling embarrassed. "On the contrary, I liked her work, she is so devoted, caring. And I'd like to reward her for a good job by doubling her salary."

There was a pause, and then Honey Moon chuckled lightly. "Well, that sounds interesting, Mr. Anon. May I be honest with you?"

"Sure."

"I remember you. Frankly, you give me the feeling that you're a submissive person, Mr. Anon. When you first walked into the office, I felt a strong urge to dominate you. My pussy was itching and I wanted to force you onto your knees and make you lick my dirty, unshaved cunt right in the office. I bet every girl here probably has such desires toward you, mr. Anon." she confessed boldly.

I didn't know how to take it, as praise or an insult.

"Yeah, I’m a little bit shy, and you’re probably right," I agreed, feeling a bit silly.

"I wouldn't be surprised if Derpy had similar desires towards you, to make you kneel in front of her, and she’s probably already done it. Tell me, is she threatening you? If she’s listening and you're afraid, just cough to show me a sign, and I’ll take immediate action against her," Honey Moon said.

"Oh no, nothing like that. She isn't threatening me." I had a little crush on Derpy and didn't want to lose her.

Finally, Honey Moon burst into laughter and I felt more humiliated than ever

"Sorry. I'm joking, Mr. Anon. Double her salary. That's a very generous request. If you insist, I’ll gladly approve the raise. I think she deserves it and she will be really happy!" Honey said in a cheerful tone.

Derpy didn't deserve this generous raise, but I had no choice.

"Just so you know, under Equestrian law, we only take a fixed share of her earnings, so the entire increase will go directly to her right away," she informed me.

"Thank you. That's a very fair law!" I said.

What had I gotten myself into?

Later, when Derpy came downstairs, she looked happier than ever. "Guess what? The agency called! They said you doubled my salary!" She beamed and giggled, hugging me tightly.

"Yeah, yeah... Congrats." I said, forcing a smile. Inside, I was cringing. I was now paying twice as much money for her to slack off around the house, and I had no one to blame but myself.

Chapter 8: A Gift for the Master

I woke up at 8 am next Sunday morning and started cleaning as Derpy demanded yesterday. I cleaned every room, vacuumed carpets, wiped dust, cobwebs, washed dishes, bathroom toilets, basically everything needed to have been done by my maid…

By lunchtime, I finished my cleaning. I collapsed exhausted on the couch. Derpy strolled down wearing her casual clothes, smelling freshly showered.

"Wow. You did an amazing job cleaning the whole house!" Derpy said happily, glancing around.

"You're welcome, lazy ass..." I muttered sarcastically. I felt bitter resentment bubbling up inside me.

“Hey, don't be like that,” Derpy said gently, sitting beside me on the couch. “Here, I made us some breakfast.”

She cooked up a plate with pancakes drizzled in syrup. The smell filled my nose, making my mouth water.

My stomach rumbled at the sight, and my anger melted a little. I didn't expect that she would prepare something for me today, perhaps her conscience has awakened a little.

“Thank you,” I said quietly, picking up a pancake.

We ate in silence for a few minutes. Then Derpy broke the peace, leaning closer to me.

“I know I’ve been kind of lazy lately and you are probably mad at me,” she finally admitted. “But today, I have a surprise for you. Something special to say thank you for everything you've done.”

With these words, she joyfully, like a child who was given a tasty candy, leaned close to me and gave me a friendly kiss on my cheek.

It took me off guard. I never expected anything like that from her.

Derpy took a shower and left the house for several hours, as she had said yesterday, to go shopping.

She returned carrying several colorful bags, dumped them on the bed.

“I’m back!” she called out cheerfully.

"What's in those bags?" I asked curiously.

"You'll see soon enough!" she replied with a grin.

A few minutes later, she called out from the living room:

“Anon, come here for a sec!”

Derpy stood in front of the mirror, wearing nothing but a brand-new set of lacy black lingerie. The thin material clung to her, accentuating every curve. She turned to me, her golden eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Well?” she asked, spinning slowly to give me a full view. “How do I look?”

"Uh...wow. Ten out of ten." It was all I could manage to say. She looked stunning.

Derpy giggled delightedly. “That was easy. But I bought more. Now, choose another color." She reached for a shopping bag and pulled out several more lingerie sets, each still sealed in its packaging.

I rifled through sets, finally choosing purple lace panties from the stack. "I guess...this one?"

Derpy disappeared into the bathroom. A minute later, she emerged wearing these purple panties with a matching bra.

She turned around and placed her hands on her hips, gracefully arching her spine like a cat. Her ass looked incredibly hot in tight purple lace fabric. I wanted to kiss it so badly.

"I decided to buy panties in different colors. You’re probably tired of seeing me in my pink panties all the time," she smirked flirtatiously.

"Thanks, I’d enjoy seeing you in some different underwear," I complimented her, my cock stirring.

She went back to the bathroom and returned with the red panties, now adorned with a cute pink bow tie on the front.

She lifted her leg and made a playful, sexy pose. “How does this pair look?”

"Amazing. You look gorgeous in everything!" I replied, staring transfixed at the way the red lace hugged her asscheeks.

I was sitting on a couch, watching that show and wanted to jerk off. Derpy kept posing teasingly, showing off her gorgeous legs, sexy thighs and ass. My cock twitched in my pants, half-hard.

But I was too shy to cross any boundaries with her.

Finally, Derpy slowly approached me, wrapped her arms around me tightly, and gently kissed me on the lips.

I was completely paralyzed by Derpy’s bold move — I had never kissed a girl before. My tongue instinctively met Derpy’s, my lips parting on their own. I melted into a passionate kiss with her.

When the kiss ended, I, flustered, looked at Derpy. I felt tense. She, on the other hand, was much more confident and relaxed.

“Anon. Don’t be such a shy lamb,” Derpy teased. “There’s nothing wrong with it. We just kissed, that’s all. Besides, I think it’s incredibly hot when a maid and her master share a kiss. Don’t you? And it doesn’t have to mean anything.”

She hugged me again and kissed me once more, this time with even more boldness. I responded more freely.

Derpy’s hands slowly wandered across my back as she pressed her body tightly against my. She was sitting on my lap, and I could feel my penis pressing against her ass.

Derpy finally pulled away from my lips.

“Anon, let’s lie down in your bed. I want you!”

“I… I agree…”

We lied down on the bed and began to kiss more boldly.

Her hands moved to my chest, rubbing with my nipples. I felt very good.

She reached for my panties, put her hand in my panties and pronounced disgusted:

"Hmm, Anon, you didn't bother shaving down there??"

"No. Why I had?" I felt awkward.

"You need to shave your pubes regularly so there isn’t a single hair left. I don’t like hairy."

"Derpy, why are you ordering?" I felt that Derpy's tone had changed to commanding.

"I'm not giving orders, I'm just saying what I want, to be done. Did you like what we just did?"

"Yes."

"Do you want more?" Derpy asked.

"Yes."

"So, you should take care of yourself and do as I say. Grab a razor and shave off your pubes, mister Anon. And then I will let you eat my pussy." Derpy whispered sensually into my ear.
I knew she would keep insisting until I gave in, so reluctantly, I agreed.

"Yes. I will." I conceded.

"Good master," Derpy purred, rewarding me with a quick peck on the lips. "Off you go, shaver time!"

I trudged obediently to the bathroom as Derpy asked, grabbing my razor along the way.

Minutes later, I emerged with a smooth-shaven groin and climbed into bed, where Derpy waited with a triumphant grin.

"You look better already," she declared, eyeing my groin appreciatively. She spread her legs invitingly. "I want to do 69 and ride you. Now lay down there, Master."

Eagerly, I moved into a sixty-nine position with her on the up. I willingly settled my face between her thighs, inhaling her musky scent, slightly tinged with urine. Bliss!!!

Gently, I parted her lower lips with my fingers, revealing her glistening pink folds.

Slowly, I extended my tongue and licked upwards, savoring her sweet taste. Derpy shuddered and gasped with pleasure above me.

"Why don't you shave yours?" I asked, pausing momentarily to glance up at her. Her bush was dark and thick, and it scraped unpleasantly against my smooth face.

"Because I don't feel like it," Derpy replied bluntly. "I told you, I only want you to shave YOURSELF regularly. But I won't waste my time shaving my fur unless you convince me otherwise."

"Honestly, I don't want you to shave." I admitted. "I like your hairy armpits, legs, pussy and even slightly hairy ass actually. Don't shave. Stay wild. I, on the contrary, don't like my hair. I'll definitely shave myself regularly for you, Derpy." I said honestly.

Derpy seemed genuinely surprised by my admission. After a moment, she giggled.

"Most guys want girls to shave everything bald."

"Not me. Natural is sexy. It makes you more attractive," I insisted, resuming my oral worship.

"That's nice to hear," Derpy admitted. "We are like yin and yang, like a key and a lock. Two opposites that are a perfect fit for each other."

She ground her pelvis against my face. "Lick me properly!"

I obeyed, lapping enthusiastically at her slit, relishing the faint urine smell of her. I probed her opening with my tongue, flicking rapidly across her swollen bud.

Meanwhile, Derpy grabbed my cock and started stroking it. She was the first girl in my life who touched my penis. I felt great, but as she started sucking, it was clearly inexperienced. Her tongue was clumsy, flopping around aimlessly as she tried to pleasure me. Her teeth bumped sometimes into my sensitive flesh.

"Derpy, careful with teeth, please!" I gasped, feeling a small sharp pain.

"I'm sorry," she continued.

I was very ashamed that I actually looked into her anus during licking. I remember the fact that the girls, even Derpy, poop from there. I shouldn't even think about that. It's absolutely disgusting. I tried not to stare at her anus while licking her pussy.

As I continued licking faster and deeper, focusing entirely on Derpy's clitoris, I heard her moans. Soon her thighs trembled around my head, climaxing.

I tried to keep my nose away from her anus, which was so close to me.

Suddenly, Derpy sat down heavier onto my face and my nose involuntarily touched her anus. Disgusting!!!

I was getting off on this degrading act. But suddenly, I felt a surge of pleasure build up in my balls, rapidly intensifying until I couldn't hold back anymore.

With a muffled groan, I erupted into Derpy's welcoming mouth, pumping jet after jet of hot cum her throat. I felt dizzy.

"Eww-w! It really tastes like fresh herring from the street market," Derpy said, sticking out her tongue with distaste.

I didn’t know how to respond to such a silly comment.

"Did you enjoy it, mister?" Derpy asked, stroking my hair.

"Yes. Very much so," I replied, smiling weakly.

"Want me to stay in your bed?" Derpy asked. She knew what I would answer.

"Sure. Let's sleep together."

Derpy lay comfortably, naked, under my blanket.

I felt her warm breath on my neck. Filled with happiness and tiredness, I slipped into sleep.

Chapter 9: Feeding the Princess

Morning came, and sunlight filtered in through the curtains. Someone nudged my shoulder to wake me up.

"Wake up!" I heard Derpy's voice.

I opened my eyes and saw Derpy was looking at me.

"Rise and shine, master. Time to make me breakfast!" Derpy ordered me with a smile.

"Of course," I responded, still half-asleep. After pulling on pants and a t-shirt, I glanced back at her.

The sight was absurd — my maid sprawled nude on my bed, watching something on her phone, propped up on pillows, while I was supposed to cook for her as if she were my girlfriend, not my maid.

She watched one of her favorite streamers, playing her favorite game "Ponic - The hedgehog".

Ponic was a turquoise hedgehog, running across lush green hills, jumping and kicking his enemies away with his big, powerful blue gloves. She completely ignored me, as if I weren’t even here.

I padded over to the kitchen, preparing coffee and starting on pancakes. Once everything was ready, I brought the plate of pancakes along with the coffees over to Derpy.

She turned, noticing me coming towards her, then smiled.

She grabbed the plate and started devouring the pancakes hungrily. It was a very sexy view to watch her eat naked.

She glanced at me and raised her leg.

"I want you to lick my toes while I eat," she demanded casually.

"Got it."

I dropped to my knees and slowly began licking her toes, savoring her scent. Her foot tasted salty-sweet. She seemed pleased by my efforts.

"I felt like a princess in heaven. I wish every morning could start like this," she murmured between bites, her eyes closed in pleasure.

I wished the same.

When she finished, she patted my head approvingly.

"You know, your bed is so comfortable, so I decided to move into your room. This is now my half," she said matter-of-factly, pointing to her side of the bed.

Again, she didn’t even ask if I minded.

She looked directly into my eyes and asked, "What? You look confused... Did I say something bad?"

"I didn’t expect this... I don’t mind..."

"You are adorable, master!" Derpy giggled and left the dishes for me to clean up

Derpy moved her things into my room and quickly began taking charge, rearranging things to suit herself.

Like an octopus, she extended her tentacles further into my life.

Her belongings felt as if she had marked my room, and it seemed to belong to her, rather than me. But strangely, I liked that she was claiming her newly captured territory.

After a long workday, all I wanted was to sleep — but Derpy was in my bedroom.

Derpy leaned in and kissed me, her lips pressing against my neck. As she pulled away, I felt a warm sensation where her mouth had been.

"Sorry, I made a hickey," she said with a playful smile.

She has been marking me as her property too!

"No worries..." I whispered, feeling dazed by her boldness.

"Would you like me to make another hickey?" she offered, tracing her finger along my neck.

It was so tempting.

"Yes! Do it! Please, Derpy!" I pleaded.

"Stick your neck out and let me mark you then."

My cock throbbed in anticipation of her words.

Derpy smiled triumphantly before kissing my neck again, passionately.

She’s marking me... I’m her property... I am hers...

After a moment, Derpy stopped kissing me and suggested, "Anon, let’s watch anime together tonight!" She showed me her laptop.

"Alright" I felt dizzy and agreed. We cuddled under a blanket, watching some silly ecchi anime with plenty of panty shots.

I could smell the Derpy's perfume, sweat, and the subtle hint of arousal.

It was arousing, watching anime, holding hands, and listening to her soft breaths. After the episode ended, she boldly and suddenly grabbed my ass.

"I want male meat! Anon! Let's have sex! Right now!!!" Derpy commanded me.

Derpy moved closer and kissed me deeply.

We put off our clothes. Derpy climbed on top of me, her breasts hanging close to my face. With one swift motion, she impaled herself on my hard dick.

I was a virgin. So it was my first time having sex ever.

My erect dick slipped inside her wet pussy, and it felt so good. Derpy rode me, bouncing up and down

"Ohhh! Don't be afraid to cum inside me! I'm on birth control!" she said.

My balls slapped against her ass with each thrust, thrusting into her slick warmth. Our bodies were smacking together loudly.

"Cum inside me! Fill me up!" Derpy begged shamelessly. She grabbed my ass tightly.

After a few minutes, I felt her vagina spasm, contracting around my cock very tightly. She came — and I was about to as well.

I exploded deep inside her, shooting thick ropes of hot semen against her cervix. My orgasm lasted for ages, pumping load after load into Derpy.

We collapsed onto the bed together, exhausted but happy.

She kissed me and murmured sweetly:

"Thank you for taking such good care of me, Master!"

I fell asleep quickly, my face buried in her hair, which smelled faintly of lavender shampoo.

Sleeping with Derpy in one bed was great. I loved her company and feeling her warm body next to mine.

But there were some disadvantages too.

Firstly, Derpy kept tossing and turning throughout the night. Every time she shifted positions, her foot would accidentally kick me or brush against my thigh, disrupting my rest.

Sometimes, unconsciously, she would hog most of the blankets, leaving me exposed and shivering in the cool night air.

I thought I had a big bed, but with Derpy I realised I was wrong. She took up more space than I had anticipated, sprawling out like a starfish.

Lastly, Derpy had a habit of getting up in the middle of the night to pee. Each time she climbed out of bed, she would sometimes disturb my sleep.

Next morning she woke me up and asked.

"How about today you prepare porridge? And bring me fruits!" she asked like I was her servant.

"Yes," I answered obediently.

I went downstairs to the kitchen, boiled water for oatmeal, and grabbed up some fruit.

Derpy was still lying in bed, completely nude, engrossed in the second episode of her favorite streamer’s gameplay on her laptop, playing Ponic the Hedgehog, her all-time favorite game.

The sight of her curves always sent pleasant tingles down to my eggs.

As soon as I entered the bedroom, Derpy noticed me.

"Such a sweetheart you are, Mister Anon! Thank you for bringing me breakfast in bed every day." She blew me a kiss before scooping up a spoonful of oatmeal. "Yummy!"

"Now, I request something unusual. Grab a spoon and feed me like a child, please!" She asked like a little girl, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue, waiting for a treat.

"What a strange request." I thought.

Reluctantly, I began spoon-feeding her oatmeal. It felt bizarre, feeding my grown maid like a baby.

I placed the spoonful of porridge on her tongue. She swallowed it down, then opened her mouth again for more. She didn’t even look at me — completely engrossed in watching Ponic on his new adventures.

The porridge disappeared rapidly.

"You make me feel like a real princess, Anon. I don’t even have to lift a spoon. Such an attentive master you are — you’re spoiling me incredibly," Derpy purred happily. "I feel like I can do whatever I want, and you wouldn’t mind, right?"

"Well, yeah..." I muttered sheepishly.

She grabbed a banana and held it out to me.

"That's not all yet..." she smirked. "I always dreamed that someone would feed me with a kiss. Chew this banana for me and then feed it to me—like a mother bird feeding her chick!"

This request was even stranger than the last one.

I could almost feel myself making the "facepalm"—the one where you cover your face with your palm from the pure cringiness of the moment.

"What a kinky, disgusting desire! I thought I was kinky, but it seems Derpy might outdo me," I remarked inwardly.

But I obeyed anyway. I took a bite of the banana, chewing it thoroughly before leaning forward.

Our lips met each other and I transferred the warm mushy mass from my mouth into Derpy's open beak.

"Ewww" I cringed inwardly.

She held my mushy mass in her mouth, savoring the taste, then swallowed.

"Mmm, food is so much more delicious with someone else’s saliva. He-he!

She opened her mouth again, watching the game, completely ignoring me and expecting another bite.

I chewed and leaned in again. The taste of banana mingled with the warmth of her lips and… her saliva. It was the weirdest thing I had ever done, but somehow, it started to turn me on. I felt myself growing even more attached to Derpy.

This continued until the banana was gone.

"Thank you so much for breakfast, Anon! Did you like feeding me?" Derpy smiled. "I felt like a true princess who doesn’t even need to chew anymore."
"This was very weird, but I liked serving you..." I said honestly.

"Good. So, from now on, you'll always feed me in such a way, okay?" Derpy commanded, smiling confidently. I felt like I shouldn’t have admitted that I enjoyed her little kink.

"...Yes, Derpy." I accepted. There was no point in arguing with her now.

Derpy grabbed an apple and looked at me, questioning.

I knew what I had to do.

Chapter 10: Her Main Mark Upon Me

Derpy loved to leave her clothes lying around because I would clean up after her.

As I was cleaning, I noticed Derpy's pink panties lying on the floor. The lace trim caught my eye, and I became aroused at the thought of checking them.

While Derpy was occupied in the shower, I went to my room, locked the door, and sat on my bed. Her panties were in my hand. They smelled faintly of her urine.

I rubbed the fabric against my cheek, imagining Derpy wearing them. My cock stirred as I breathed in her scent.

Unable to resist any longer, I slid my dick between the soft fabric, imagining Derpy. I stroked myself rapidly, the lace pressing against my aching cock.

Soon, I came violently, moaning as I painted my belly with sticky white seed.

From that moment on, stealing Derpy's dirty underwear became my guilty habit. Occasionally, I masturbated while inhaling her delicate fragrance.

But my luck ran out when I got too comfortable, wasn't careful enough, and forgot a pair behind my pillow.

That evening, Derpy stumbled upon them while changing the sheets.

"What's this?" she asked innocently, holding up her red lace panties.

I flushed beet red, unable to meet her gaze.

"Uh... Those are…" I stammered uselessly.

Derpy examined them carefully, turning them this way and that before raising an eyebrow at me.

"So, you've been stealing my underwear to jerk off with, huh?" she stated bluntly. There was no anger in her tone, just mild amusement.

"I-I... yes, sorry!" I confessed sheepishly, hiding my embarrassed face.

Unexpectedly, Derpy burst out laughing.

"You're so cute!" she giggled. "Don't worry, I don't mad at you. In fact, you can keep them if you want."

Relief flooded through me.

"Can I wear them?" I asked, feeling emboldened.

"Sure! Why not?" Derpy grinned widely. "I'd love to see you in my panties."

Derpy handed me the freshly worn panties she had just taken off. The material was warm and damp with sweat.

I inhaled deeply, relishing her intimate scent before slipping them on eagerly. They clung to me snugly, the moistness seeping into my skin.

Derpy watched with curiosity as I strutted around in her underwear.

I placed my hand on my hip, striking a pose like a real model. "Oh, what do you think?"

"Lol, you look ridiculous," she teased.

"Wanna ride me?" I said, feeling a surge of lust.

Without hesitation, she pushed me onto the couch and straddled my lap, grinding her ass against my straining bulge.

"I've got an idea. I want you to wear my dirty panties regularly while cleaning the house, otherwise I will punish you. Okay?" She commanded me and kissed my neck.

I felt incredibly aroused at the thought of being her girl while cleaning!

"Okay, Derpy! I will!" I said.

From then on, whenever I cleaned our house, I wore Derpy's used panties underneath my men's clothes. It felt strangely arousing to be marked by her scent, to have her panties rubbing against my dick.

My manhood twitched against the fabric as I imagined Derpy's hairy pussy rubbing these same places.

But sometimes I would come home tired. I wouldn't feel the desire to wear her underwear, so I would skip it.

"Mister Anon, do you really think I didn't notice? You haven't worn my dirty panties today." She said firmly.

"No, I just wear another." I lied. I didn't expect she would really demand that I wear them from me.

"Let's check! Pull your pants down now!"

I haven't a choice. I pulled my pants down slowly.

She was not pleased. "Anon, Anon…"

"Sorry..I'm tired today. So I skipped it!" I replied nervously.

Anon! What the fur?" She touched my hairy crotch. "Did you forget to clean here too?!"

"Sorry, Derpy! I forgot," I pleaded nervously.

Her eyes narrowed. "Your sorries aren't enough! You need discipline! You need to be punished, mister!"

"Yes, Derpy..." I said without protest.

She sat down on my couch, near the TV, and made a hand gesture for me to lie down on her lap.

I obeyed, lay over, and positioned myself across her thighs.

Derpy lifted my boxers and smacked my ass — hard. The sound echoed through the room

The sting spread heat across my asscheeks, awakening my cock.

"Count," she commanded sternly, raising her hand once more.

"One..." I whimpered, arching involuntarily toward the impending blow.

"Bad, bad master! You must always listen to your maid! Understood?"

Crack!

"Ouch! Two," I choked out. It was pain!

Again and again, she spanked me, her palm connecting with vulnerable skin until my ass burned.

My cock was already pressing urgently against her thigh, and she couldn’t help but feel it.

Finally, she stopped, rubbing my sore bottom gently.

"There, that's enough for today, Master," Derpy said firmly. "Remember well — you must listen to your maid! Now get up!"

I stood up.

She pulled off her panties from beneath her skirt, then lifted it, spreading her unwashed pussy.

"Now apologize properly!"

I knelt in front of Derpy, looking up at her with eyes filled with remorse.

"I'm sorry, miss Derpy. I promise to always listen to my maid!"

"Then make it up to me — lick my hairy little girl well!" Derpy commanded.

Eager to please her, I dove between her legs. I buried my face into her hairy, stinking cunt and began licking fervently.

Her tangy juices coated my tongue as I lapped greedily at her slick folds. Derpy sighed contentedly above me, threading her fingers through my hair.

"Yes, show your devotion to your lovely maid!" she purred encouragingly. "Lick my pussy good!"

I plunged my tongue deep into her tight slit. Derpy bucked her hips urgently, fucking my face as I worshipped her sacred entrance.

Within minutes, her thighs clamped around my head as she shuddered violently. She had an orgasm.

"You may continue cleaning," she dismissed, releasing me. "And put on my panties this instant!"

I picked up her panties from the floor and hurried to change into them. The ache was a reminder of my place in my house

I resumed my domestic chores. Her dirty panties smell badly with her urine and her female scent, and it marked me as her property, but I don't mind. On the contrary, I want to smell like her, be marked by her, be hers.

THE END OF PART 1

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