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.
Then I laugh and give your ass a hard smack. You know it's time to get to work. So you pick up your feather-duster and awkwardly walk over to the windows. I sit down at my desk and go back to looking at my papers and ignoring you. You dust.
Suddenly, the plug comes to live inside you and starts vibrating. It's a sweet, slow massage from the inside. You are startled, and look over. I'm holding a remote control in my hand, and smirking to myself. You realize I am completely in control of the vibrations inside you. I realize you are staring at me, and I bark at you to get back to work.
You keep dusting. The plug that fills you keeps vibrating, distracting you. The sensation gets stronger as you try to pay attention to your work. Your face is starting to flush. Shocked, you realize that you are enjoying the feeling. I keep ignoring you, unless it's to tell you to get back to work.