Serving My Maid

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.