Free The Maid For Service Bundle by Nadia Nightside

particular, is one that has provided me much joy and erotic inspiration over the course of her term in my employ. A mutual friend informed me that you take great pleasure in such writings—here it is now, arranged in the manner I have found most pleasing.
    - M. Castle

NOW:
    M ister Castle has ordered me to write down my routine in my diary. I happily obey his instructions.
    Every morning, I wake up and slip into my very best outfit. Mister Castle says he likes me best when I wear sexy high heels and tight, tiny lingerie, so that’s what I wear.
    Sometimes my outfit consists of tight corsets with frilly garter belts and tight stockings. Sometimes it’s a sexy nightie, hanging down loose and held up purely by my big, buoyant titties. Sometimes it’s a hot little sheer lace slip that doesn’t hide in the slightest how erect and huge my nipples are all the time. No matter what, it's always something that makes it easy to dispense the hot, delicious milk I make every day from my big, lactating breasts.
    Basically, I’m only allowed to wear lingerie because I’m just a silly, sexy maid, and I have to act that way. My job depends on it. So does cumming. I’m not allowed to cum for Mister Castle at the end of the day unless I’ve been a very good maid. Sometimes Claudia or Terrance or even Lilah will come and play with me, and I’m allowed to cum then, but those are special occasions, and those cums aren’t ever as good as the ones Mister Castle gives me.
    I’m not pregnant yet, but when I am, he says he’ll order me some new lingerie—or better yet, he’ll let me wear the stuff that belongs to Lilah and Claudia. They’re so sweet. I love them all so much.
    When I wear tall, hot heels I can walk as sexy as any woman. My hips sway from side to side. I am confident, hot, and sexy, all the time when I wear heels. There’s nothing better, says Mister Castle, than a gorgeous woman wearing gorgeous heels to constrain the way she walks and moves—they show off what an ornament she really is.
    I love being an ornament for Mister Castle.
    My tight, heart-shaped ass looks so firm and sculpted when I wear heels—my legs acting as a perfect line up to the entrances of either hole between my cheeks—though with how much I want to get pregnant, I bet you can guess which entrance I want Mister Castle thinking about.
    After getting dressed, I go downstairs and suck off whoever’s eating breakfast. Usually it’s Terrence. If Claudia or Lilah manage to make breakfast (often they don’t, poor dears. They sleep in quite a lot with their delivery dates so soon), then as they eat, I will lick their pussies or finger them if my mouth is otherwise occupied.
    After breakfast, I step outside the kitchen and bend over at the table in the middle of the entryway. This is where Terrance or Elliot or Spoons can have their way with me—or where Claudia and Lilah can spank me silly.
    I am a maid. I belong to the house. Everyone here is more important than me.

THEN:
    L et’s get one thing straight right off the bat, here. Nobody on this planet is more important than me, all right?
    I mean, look. I get it. There are people starving, and there are big bills being passed in Washington, and like, everything is going crazy in the Middle East—I get it. I get it . I don’t need a lecture from you. When I’m telling you nobody’s more important than me, I don’t mean like, you know, existentially, all right? I don't mean that somehow the cosmos is in motion purely because I'm around to make it happen. That's too much pressure. I don't want that.
    What I mean when I say I'm the most important person around is a declaration of practicality, okay?
    Because practically speaking, I’m the most important person I know. Just like you’re the most important person you know. That’s just how it works. You’ve gotta look after yourself first. Anything good that happens has to come after that, right?
    So anyway, being a maid doesn’t come natural to