God bless the person who invented the bath. Just indescribable bliss, lying in hot water on the very chin and feel like your body warming up, become truly weightless. As if you are immersed in nirvana and thoughts in your head, squeezed by steam, crawling slowly, like big African snails.
My name is Yang. I am 19 years old and I study at the Faculty of Philology. In our hostel on the floor there is only a shower room with four cabins, so I can only afford the luxury of lying in a hot bath when I go to visit my parents. I would have to sit and be happy, once I had a chance to relax far from my home, if what was happening did not spoil one small “but” - probably, this would be the most expensive bath in my life.
Two months ago, Deville asked me to make an extremely peculiar bet, and the devil managed to get him to go on about. I had to become a kind of dope for the ousted crossman. Having tempted a cool professional camera as a bet on his part, I gave my consent to the fact that if I won the competition I would act for Deville as the main prize, or rather, I would turn into a trouble-free toy for seven whole days.
A few hours ago I was presented with a gilded winner’s cup. Inflamed by a furious race, Deville rushed into my room and credited directly to a narrow bunk bed. After letting off the steam, he categorically announced that for the next seven days I was moving to his house.
It's easy for him to talk. I also had to notify the commandant in writing about why I “dumped out of the hostel for as long as a week without a good reason,” and with what kind of fright and kindness of soul I should have a bed. The commandant did not want to enter into my position in any way until Deville drew a cake with a gift certificate for a decent amount on the threshold. Without batting an eye, he assured the incredulous aunt that in seven days he would return me to his native hostel with an employment contract, with a fee for the work done and hand the young photo talent to the generous authorities from hand to hand. Strangely enough, but they believed him and gave me a go-ahead. I felt like a complete idiot. Then, we made the same circus at the university, justifying the sudden need for my weekly absence from classes.
Deville took me to his place and left me to disassemble things. I made tea for myself, wandered around the already familiar house, and then decided to take a bath for myself - since I had such an opportunity, it’s a sin to miss ...
- Already razdezhilsya?
I jumped as much as I splashed the water onto the Italian-tiled floor — after all, I had locked the door, I still twitched it to make sure. Nevertheless, Deville stood in the middle of a bathroom in jeans and a motorcycle jacket, smugly smuggling like a Cheshire Cat - in the hands of a voluminous paper bag from a supermarket, in his eyes - the thirst for vigorous activity. Judging by the expression on his face, his cunning plan has definitely matured about me, and he is impatient to proceed with its implementation. In short, given the specificity of the inclinations of this long-haired pervert, I Khan ...
- How did you enter? I locked the door, ”I stiffened, watching him move around the bathroom. Subconsciously preparing for defense, I sat down, putting my legs up.
“If necessary, it can be easily unlocked outside,” the devil purred, defiantly waving a small key at me. He placed the bag on the lid of the laundry basket, fished out a bright bottle from it, unscrewed the cap and, going up to the bath, generously poured some kind of pink liquid into the water. The water instantly foamed, and I was literally wrapped in a fragrantly sweet snow-white sparkling cloud.
- What the fuck? !! What are you doing? !! - I screamed in a panic, not knowing what else to expect from him.
- And why did you go bust? - Deville stood above me with a bottle in his hands, deadpan like a tank. “The princess is supposed to have a royal bath, isn't it?” He himself asked ...
“I just wanted to lie quietly in the hot water,” I bristled. - I did not ask me to pour a girlish foam! Now I can't tell by the smell from the flowerbed! ..
“But the Princess is supposed to smell like roses,” Deville grinned. Leaning down, he ran his fingers through my hair and, pulling, made me throw back my head. Deliberately slowly approaching my face, Deville, barely touching his temple with his lips, insinuatingly whispered in my ear: - This smell is quite suited to your taste ...
"... And sweet, like a girl!"
That's because the bitch! - I instantly flashed, barely refraining from trying to drown him. Physically, Deville is much stronger, I can hardly cope with him, and I would also not like to give an additional incentive to take action on his part - I still have time to get up. As the water looked.
“By the way, the foam is not everything yet,” after releasing my hair, Deville returned to the package and after a couple of seconds solemnly handed me a ladies shaving kit ...
- Why is that? - I already began to fall asleep in surprise.
“I want you to shave,” this reptile grins widely.
- I already guessed it, - I cried from the fuckin 'of what was happening. - I ask: WHY ?!
“Then that hairy legs and ass are extremely inappropriate if you are wearing a maid uniform.”
- WHAT? !! - with a piercing howl, I flew out of the water, plentifully flooding the floor. Does he not recognize the coast at all ?! There must be at least some boundaries! - Do not even dream! - breaking into a screech, I screamed, standing in the middle of the bath in a pose of a formidable sugar bowl. - Eyes razuy! I am a man! And I do not intend to please your whims to be like the devil — to whom, and, especially, to stare at myself in every pidorbrazy! No - and this is my last word! ..
“Yes!” Deville whispered threateningly, grabbing my neck and bending down sharply to me. Frightened to be dumped over the side, I instinctively clutched at his shoulders. - You are a man. And that is why you will do everything I tell you. “Though I felt like a rabbit in front of a boa constrictor, I did not dare to take my eyes off,” his piercing feline glance seemed to be hypnotizing. - Because a real man always keeps this word. We made a contract: I made a bid and honestly fulfilled all the conditions for you to become mine. And I am two hundred percent sure that since you accepted the rules of the game, you will fulfill all the obligations assumed without any altercations. After all, I made a bet with a man, or is it not? ..
The devil ... I made a deal with the Devil. He caught me again at the raging heat of the word, and now I simply have no choice: either I shave my legs and dress as a maid, or I openly sign that it’s not a man, because I didn’t keep this word and went backwards ... God, when I will learn to follow the language?
Deville read the answer to my question in my hateful eyes:
“That's wonderful,” he murmured, “you will find uniforms on the other side of the door handle.” And be careful, thin stockings, look do not tear ...
“Get lost,” I hissed menacingly. He grinned and walked out, leaving me alone with the fury rattling inside.
Gad! ... Bastard! ... SUCAAAAA !!! - from impotent malice knees buckled. I again plunged into the fragrant cloud of foam, but immediately realized that I was no longer able to be in the water. From the heart of the insides of Deville, I pulled out the drain plug.
PART 2
I can not be called very overgrown, rather the opposite, but for the first time I had to shave so large-scale. Needless to say, I was busy for a long time, especially when it came to ... hard-to-reach places. However, the task was completed.
Finished with a shave, I turned around with a towel and got out of the bath. Having lost my habitual hair, I felt strange: if before that I was just naked, now I was too naked! ...
Even the soft touch of a usual terry towel was felt differently - somehow more vividly, or something ...
Well, you just need to stop cheating yourself, I decided. In the end, the hair is not teeth - grow back. I need to see what the fuck fetishist has prepared for me. Opening the bathroom door, I groped the coat hanger and the bag outside on the door handle. He quickly pulled all this stuff to himself and again closed the door to the latch. Tak-s, well, check it out ...
- Oh, blyayayayayayay! - I could not resist the exclamation, having seen on a hanger a cosplay outfit from the series “French maid Lolita”. Is he really hoping that I will squeeze into all these ruffle lace with a corset?!. No, of course, I am quite subtle, but not to the same degree! ... Or to this? ... No, yes, well on x! ... So, calmly, we breathe evenly.
The package showed a pair of black shoes with beautiful buckles and a tall, but quite stable heel, white stockings, complete with a pair of frivolous garters in rosettes and - ta-yeah! the apogee of all ugliness - small pantaloons With lace, ryushkami and satin ribbons - free such batistovye, as in books ... I was covered with hysterics - I quietly, to tears, neighing, sitting on the edge of the bath with pantalons in my hands - thanks at least not the thongs of the fool, the lace cord in the freshly shaved ass I would definitely not survive.
Somehow, I almost managed to put on all these clothes. “Almost” is the key word, because the zipper on the back, having come together in half, categorically refused to fasten further. Exhausted completely, I spat, fastened a lace cap on my top and, clumsily shkandybaya on his heels, showed his lordship to a respectable public. As for me, now I didn’t look like a sexy French maid, but rather a rashristan Soviet barmaid.
“I don’t know what you were thinking when I bought all this,” I began sarcastically, holding the sliding bodice with my hand, “but it seems that the dress is not enough for me, the lightning does not converge.”
“I was thinking about that,” the Devil approached me from behind, ran his fingertips over the bare skin between the shoulder blades, “that you have enough brains to ask me for help.” - He corrected something, pulled it up and - oh, a miracle! - the lightning slider freely slid up to the very end. - Voilà, and you were afraid.
Rather, too early rejoiced. I sincerely hoped that the outfit really turned out to be out of size and the cosplay would have to be canceled. An, no, there it was, like a village, an infection; Apparently, Devil has sighted eyes.
He walked around me, meticulously looking around from all sides.
- Belishko also came, does not press anywhere? - Every day he pulled me up the hem, Deville grabbed me between the legs. From his touch like a shock hit:
- Absolutely bad ?! - I shied away from his hand and almost crashed down, with the habit of twisting his leg.
He caught me by the elbow, not letting me fall, and I suddenly found myself in his arms:
“Well, I have to make sure that you feel comfortable in this,” he grinned. - In the end, because you are walking in this outfit for a whole week.
- And why is it the maid? - I could not resist.
“My housekeeper took leave,” he said. - So I thought, why not combine business with pleasure. I am a complete zero in home economics, so I will be very grateful if you take over the maintenance of order in the house.
“Suppose,” I agreed, digesting what I had heard, “but what about cosplay for you?” Without it in any way?
“Well, let's say,” Deville mocked me, “I always wanted to work for a real maid.”
- What? - I incredulously grimaced. “You're driving around so much, aren't there enough for you in hotels?”
“Yeah, keep your pocket wider,” Deville grinned. “In Europe and the States, you don’t go too far, just a little, what’s wrong, immediately accusation of sexual harassment and a subpoena. And it doesn't matter that five minutes ago she hung herself on your neck. And in your case, I get a priori unpunished freedom of action. - Well, yes, I'm a trouble-free toy. For some reason, a pop-up reminder of this was unpleasantly scratched with a claw in the chest. And what did I actually expect from him - half the kingdom and a crystal slipper ?!
PART 3
Deville went to the shower, having previously ordered me to serve him coffee. There is nothing to do, I scribbled on my heels to the kitchen. A couple of times I was shown how to make coffee, so I had some idea. The kitchen in the house of Deville was equipped with the latest technology - not what we have in a hostel. Looking into the cabinets, I discovered a Turk and a bag of grains, somehow figured out the principle of the work of the hob - yet sensory, not fucking-muhra. Ground grain, poured water, set to warm ...
- Princess! Where is the towel ?! - demanded from the bathroom.
How did he not at the right time with his towel, the water is about to begin to boil ...
- How do I know?! I snapped, nervously dancing around the stove.
- It's good to stumble! Quickly rushed to the closet, how long can I wait?
Here is a shit! - stomping like a horse, I rushed into the bedroom. He pushed the large mirrored door of the closet, found a stack of towels, snatched the first one and jerked it back. Throwing open the bathroom door, stepped inside:
- On! Hold faster! ..
Instead of a towel, a naked wet Deville grabbed me by the hand:
- How are you talking to me? - pinning me to the wall, he hissed.
- What's wrong? - I was genuinely surprised. “I’ll have everything on the stove there now, while I’m wearing a towel with me!”
- It seems that you have never heard of good manners ...
- Whose cow would moo ... ah! What are you doing?!! - Shifting and twisting my arm sharply, Deville literally nuzzled me against the wall.
“I looked, you got rid of your hands completely, you have to teach you a lesson,” wet hand dived under the hem, slipping with fingertips, first over the stocking, then over the bare skin of the thigh, until I covered my cock through the thin pantalon fabric.
- Let go! - I tried to wriggle out of the grip. In response, Deville pushed my knee between my legs, firmly fixing it against the wall, and insolently put my hand in my underwear. “Fuck! ...” - the unusually naked groin suddenly turned out to be very sensitive to touch. Member instantly startled, pouring strength, under the caressing fingers. Clasping the trunk, the Devil purposely tugged at the sensitive head and fold of the frenulum, watching my reaction: as the breath gets lost, the face starts to burn, as I try to babble something incoherent in the last attempt to stop his hands. And how my body capitulates, succumbing to the temptation of carnal pleasure, despite the protests of common sense.
“You are already dripping,” he purred, brushing a droplet of grease that had come out with his finger, “how little you need to be happy.” - My erect penis lay in his palm irrefutable proof of that. Shame: I stand in girly clothes with a raised hem, firmly pressed against the wall by a lustful pervert - and he signed on to it himself, because he perfectly understood what would happen if I lost.
“Please stop,” I begged.
- As if not so. - His chuckle warmly blew through the neck behind the ear, causing goosebumps. - Your ears are red. How can I stop when my Princess is all burning?
- This is from shame, you jerk!
“How interesting,” he grinned, continuing to caress me with his hand, “judging by your reaction, shame turns you on — it’s like a candle.”
- Shut up, pervert!
“And you are a hypocrite,” the Deauville purred into my ear of a ear. - Because in fact, you get high on what I'm doing with you, but admit to yourself that you have a gut. I’m even willing to argue that when you meet a girl, you don’t wait for me to appear on the horizon and drag you to hell - because then all the responsibility for your dirty pleasures will fall on me, and you will continue to wrung the victim of my perverted harassment. It's so comfortable, isn't it?
- N ... no! - his fingers already took me seriously, rhythmically with force nadrachivaya trunk; excitement grew, the heat spread through the body, my head was spinning, my mind was swimming. Why, why, why do I fool around him every time, like Deville is a very strong alcohol; from one of his smell already blows the roof. He pressed against me from behind, tightly clutching his belt, the thin fabric of trousers and stockings were immediately soaked, absorbing drops of water from his body.
- You're a small, depraved scum. How many times have you and I already been through this, but you still continue to refuse - have you bothered to lie to yourself yet? - The member in his hand almost rang from the tension. Hot tongue, like a tiny flame, slipped down the neck and fluttered in a sensitive dimple behind the right ear. His words literally burned my ears: - How can such an irresponsible jerk call himself a man?
“For ... shut up,” a trembling voice choking in sighs eloquently betrayed my condition — I was already on the verge. - Shut up on x ... AH! - I shuddered in his hands, filling Deville's fingers with hot sperm, - he still finished me off. His grip noticeably weakened, on shaky legs, I was finally able to turn to face him: “Don't you dare! ... Don't you dare say that, do you hear?” - through the aftertaste of an orgasm, anger boiled again in me: - I must be your toy, and I will be with her - seven days, according to an agreement, because you won. Want me to be a maid? Fine. I will honestly carry out my duties, and gratify your whims. I'm not going to give up my words - he said, then I will!
“Glad to hear it,” Deville smirked, defiantly licking my ejaculate from my fingers. - Only now, while you are coping with your duties, lousy: have you already been burning hair for about ten minutes, have you forgotten anything there?
- Bitch! - I snapped at him, literally falling out of the bathroom door.
PART 4
Do I need to explain what was happening in the kitchen? No need ... Coffee, completely filling the stove, all boiled away, the Turk was burned, the smoke was a rocker.
- Blyayayayad! - I yelled in a bad voice, tossing on the heels of the kitchen. He turned off the stove, put the Turk in the sink, opened the window. Cool air burst inside, and a slight shiver ran through me.
Deville did not take long, drawing in the doorway. Still wet after a shower, wrapped only with a towel, he definitely descended the beautiful god who looked around the kitchen, issuing:
- Well, srach you gave here.
I already spurred:
- And who is to blame? - I soared. - He himself demanded you to serve coffee, why the hell did you squeeze me in the bathroom ?! I knew, bitch, that I have a Turk on the stove! You bastard, did it on purpose!
While I was fiercely splashing with poison, Deville, as if nothing had happened, quietly opened the fridge, took out a frozen form for ice from the freezer.
- What if it is so? - with a murderous caress in his voice, he said, several times strongly bending the form in his hands. “If I did this on purpose, what would you do to me? ..”
“Ah,” I stumbled. I did not have time to come up with a specific threat.
- Do not you know? He grinned. “But I know for sure that I’d do it with a negligent, and, besides, presumptuous maid who dared to open her mouth to me.” - With these words, Deville firmly cracked the form on the table, knocking out ice cubes. I panicked.
An empty form flew into the sink. Grabbing, he literally tore off the bodice of the dress, exposing me to the waist - my hands were matted with a cloth in my elbows at the waist. After that, I was roughly laid with a belly on the tabletop, straight on the ice!
- Completely crazy! - I screamed at first from pain, and then from cold.
“You’re so freaked out that it’s not a sin to cool you,” Deville’s hand held my neck behind me with a dead grip. With his second hand, he reached for my hem again: he stroked his thighs, pulled into stockings, and then, through the thin fabric, buttocks, teasing the open slit with his fingers; after which in one motion pulled off my pantaloons. His fingers slid over my now bare skin: “It is so pleasant to touch, you feel silk to the touch,” he purred, “and so hot ...”
Taking one of the ice from the table, Deville raised his hand over my ass: the ice cube began to melt, dropping water droplets on the skin; one after another, they hit the tailbone, and then slowly flowed between the buttocks to the scrotum. I shuddered, covered in goose bumps. When the ice crust melted away the sharp edges, he ran it between my buttocks several times, I instinctively shrunk from the cold.
“It's nothing,” Deville smirked. “I'll warm you up ... a little later.” - The ice froze on the ring of the anus, and then this bastard abruptly pushed him into me!
- Ah! - I twitched, inside literally in a moment everything was numb. His fingers slipped behind him, played a little with the rapidly diminishing piece of ice. The ice-heart melted, the Deville kept on methodically teasing my hole. Then, inside of me, everything seemed to boil - the blood rushed to the frozen areas, warming the body, the sensitivity became more acute. The devil touched me from the inside again, and I was already shaking with excitement, as if the whole body had become a continuous erogenous zone. - Aaaaaaa! ..
“Are you so good?” He grinned. “Let me share the pleasure with you,” the towel slipped from his thighs, and Deville took possession of me with one sure blow.
- Ay! - sphincter painfully stretched under his pressure. Deville did not hurry, as always giving me time to get used to his invasion.
- You are a monster! - I sobbed, pressed his hand to the tabletop, stomach in a puddle of melt water.
“Maybe so,” he cooed, leaning on my back, “only you still like me, don't you, Princess?” - His fingers tightly wrapped my hardened member. He let go of my neck, moving his hand under my chest and catching a cowering nipple. - It would be different, you would not breathe so hot, I'm right? - Saying all this, Deville moved in me, stretching the anus and wiping a member of the coveted knob. Each of his blows reached the goal, the waves of pleasure covered one after another. The icy cold was replaced by the heat of his strong body.
Trying to object to anything was just silly - Deville was well aware of my vulnerabilities, and he did use it with might and main, melting my body in the fire of passion. I wriggled under him, taking his will and obeying his strength with pleasure. The beat rhythm accelerated. The walls floated before my eyes. Twisting, I managed to catch his kiss with my tongue; he put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close, forcing me to bend under me to the limit. Trembling all over, I strung on his dick to the ground. Now his trunk pressed right on the prostate, the slightest movement turned with awe. I longed for detente. To tolerate the tension accumulated in the groin simply had no strength.
“M ... umf! ...” “The devil understood me: he began to beat with a snag, while at the same time pawing me easily. It took just a few blows - I finished, dissolving in the desired succession of sweet pulsating spasms. The body was filled with bliss, I completely relaxed and went limp, and he continued to iron me until he caught up on top, finishing second.
PART 5
In the morning, Deville discovered me in the kitchen. In jeans, a t-shirt and the most ordinary apron I, swearing through my teeth, tried to clean the fucking high-tech stove. Fried to death.
- Already you bother? - pulling a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator, he began to observe my attempts. - Economic what ...
- Shut up, huh? - I snapped, continuing to rub the hob. “If I hadn’t promised that I would run the farm for a week, then I’d rather resist here! ... I just keep that word, nothing more! ..
“Hmm,” the devil sipped it thoughtfully out of the bottle, “it seems you didn't have to kiss you yesterday.” Sweet maid turned grouchy housewife.
- Pretty?! Fuck you! ..
“That's what I’m talking about,” Deville went out, taking the bottle with him and leaving me alone with the unwashed stove.
Another six days ... My soul was only warming that this morning, while he was sleeping, I secretly managed to snatch a small compensation for moral harm for myself - I took a picture of him asleep. After processing, it will turn out to be an awesome portrait, but for now, about this - hush! ... I grinned: without knowing it, Deville became my trophy - today it’s equal to the score ...