You come over to my apartment. wearing a long coat. You're there to clean. You're nervous.
I'm sitting at my desk, going over some paperwork. I'm wearing a suit with no tie. I speak only Russian- no English. You know I am very rich, and that you must do anything I ask.
I gesture for you to remove the coat. Underneath it, you're dressed in the outfit I demanded. A frilly french maid uniform, with a mid-thigh skirt, long stockings, and heels. You're wearing one of those cute ruffled headbows, too. You feel my eyes all over you. I growl things to myself that you cannot understand.
You ask if you should start dusting. I tell you to go over to the table. You don't understand. So I take you by the shoulder and lead you into my kitchen. I take your wrists and place your hands on the table, bending you over. You're embarrassed by your lack of underwear.
I leave you there. You wait. You don't know what's happening. You feel exposed. But you know you aren't allowed to move.
I return with a bag, and come up behind you. You are startled as I begin to rub lubricant onto your ass. Then, you feel great pressure as I start to work a thick plug into your ass. It stretches you to the point where it's almost painful, before finally slipping all the way inside. You sit there, breathing hard, adjusting to the feeling.