Jon turned from her to give her some small amount of respect. He didn't wait for her answer though and kept talking, mostly to himself. "My stupid brother thinks I'm depressed over my ex, so he hires a call girl to..."
Jon turned his head slightly but still avoided looking at naked woman standing inside his personal space. "Look, I'll pay you for your time, and you can be on your way. I have a phone call, and an angry conversation to deal with."
She walks up to him and placed her hand on his arm. "Yes, I am a maid." She hands him a business card. "The service is called Neat N' Naked. We do clean, but we do it naked. Some girls do more than just clean, but it's not required. On average only about four to six percent of our clients want more than a pretty girl dusting shelves. I'm not embarrassed to be seen naked, so look all you want. Besides once I got here there are no refunds, and your brother did pay a lot of money for my time," She stood there looking up at him, caressing his arm gently waiting for him to speak.
Jon turned slightly, and took the card, looking at the name on it. Sure enough, the service was called "Neat N' Naked". As he looked up, he had to admit that she looked like something out of his fantasies. Her petite body looked like she had been carved out of marble like a Greek statue. Her pert breasts and hourglass waist made him reconsider for a moment, but if he wanted sex, he would have gone out, and gotten it. He just wasn't ready, or so he told himself.
He pocketed the card since she had no pockets in her "uniform". He sighed, he did need some help getting his place organized.
"Alright...," he sighs in annoyance, and resignation, "Since he's already paid for your time, and you are a maid, though a bit underdressed, you may as well stay, and help me straighten up. Start here...," He gestured to the living room, "Then the bathroom, and kitchen. If there's time left after that..." He turned and walked through an arch that had been to the right of the living room. On the other side of the wall from the living room, in my home office, and the dining room on the far side of the kitchen."
Emiko noticed a heavy-duty door with a deadbolt on it. She also noticed Jon didn't say anything about it. "As you wish...sir." She said meekly. Walking into the living room she bent over at the waist pointing her ass right at Jon as she began to neatly stack up the books, and magazines on his coffee table. Looking over her shoulder, she asked: "Is there anything, in particular, you would like me to take care of for you?"
At the word sir, Jon felt his mask slip, the mask he had spent years perfecting. The one he used to keep control of himself, and strangers at bay. For a fleeting instant, the real Jon broke free, but he recovered so quickly that Emiko didn't see anything.
When she bent over, Jon couldn't help but steal a look at her heart-shaped ass, as he shook his head in response, then realizing she wasn't looking at him, he responded, "No, nothing specific. I just hope you're thorough. I'll leave you to it. I'll be in my office if you need me." Averting his eyes as he headed to his office, and away from temptation.
If he was going to hide in his office, and avoid her, she wouldn't stand a chance of doing what the client hired her to do. As he turned away, inspiration struck the young woman. "Does Emiko displease Master? Is Master unhappy with Emiko's body?" She asked kneeling with her legs spread open, and her hands palm up resting on her thighs.
Jon stopped and put his hand on the door jamb to steady himself. Her words had cut through his defenses and hit a primal nerve underneath. He didn't turn right away; he took a moment to settle himself and drew a few breaths to replace his mask.
Once he had control, Jon looked over his shoulder. His heart lept into his throat when he saw Emiko in the Nadu position. It accentuated her perky breasts, tipped with nipples that ached to be sucked. A long slow breath tamed his more basic urges as he spoke. "What did you say?"
That's not what he meant to ask, but it slipped out just the same. "I mean, why would that matter?" He said, trying to maintain his earlier attitude, "Your body, as nice as it is, as no bearing on how good of a maid you are."
"Does Master not wish to watch this one, in case she... does something that requires correction from Master? Master must ensure that this one is an obedient, and worthy worker for him."
Jon turned fully to look at her kneeling submissively in the middle of his living room. If she lifted her chin, she would see a glint in his eye. A spark that hadn't been there in a long time. He steps forward, letting his mask slip a little, his voice changed it was more insistent and less genial. "Sounds like you've already been broken in. I'm sure you were taught obedience," He spoke, trying to stop her from taking him down that path, a path that he hadn't traveled for so long, he forgot how beautiful it was. He just wasn't sure he wanted it like this or did he?
"This one was taught to provide her Master with what he needs, even if the Master is unsure or doesn't know what it is he needs. Let this one give you what you truly desire, Master."
Jon felt a great aching need rise inside of him at her words. There was a part of him that refused to admit his brother was right. His desires fought with his refusal to let his brother win when the part of him he kept locked in a cage reminded him how rare it was to find a beautiful Asian woman that would submit to him so quickly, and completely. He wrestled with his conflicting emotions and decided on a compromise. He walked into the living room and sat down in his armchair. Bringing his hand up to his chin, he looked like a completely different person. He was more confident, self-assured, and in control. His eyes flashed observing every detail.
"Return to your cleaning. If you need correction, I will provide that correction." His voice was different as he looked at her. This was the "real" Jon.
"As Master commands, this one obeys," Emiko said softly, then she stood up in a smooth, and fluid motion. Once she was on her feet, she picked up an empty coffee cup which slipped from her fingers, and fell, Jon saw her lose her grip on the cup,
he reached out and tried to catch it, but it was too far away, and springing from a seated position in the chair took too long. They both watched as the mug hit the floor, handle first, and shattered into as many pieces os Jon's heart when his ex left him.
He looked at the shattered mug, then at the naked woman. He stood up, and stepped close to her, forcing her to crane her neck to look up at him. He speaks sternly but quietly, "This leaves me with a question: was that intentional? If breaking that mug was an accident, then you're having a bad day, and we can go from there. But if you did that on purpose, then you can leave now. I don't know if I can trust you." He stood there, watching to see how she reacted.
"This one's clumsiness was not intentional Master." She said looking up at him, her eyes pleading for him to believe her. "The greatest gift this one can give her Master is her honesty. How can this one prove, to Master, she is worthy of his trust?' She fought off a little smile as she watched his erect cock jump every time she said, Master.
"Come with me..." he said, not bothering to look behind him as he walked to the heavy locked door she saw earlier. Reaching inside his shirt, he pulled out a lanyard with a single key hanging from it. He used the key in the lock and pushed the pocket door into the wall. As Jon walked into the room, the motion sensors kicked the lights on, bathing the room in a soft amber glow.
Emiko knew that tone well. It brokered no argument and required no response from one properly trained to serve. She followed him through the house to the door. Once he opened the door, she stepped into the room and was impressed. She had suspected a stereotypical home dungeon with a few pieces of bondage apparatus.
Instead, she found a professionally decorated room in a Far East motif, mostly Japenese. The bed was low to the floor, with a curtained canopy. As Emiko looked around, she noticed the paintings on the walls were watercolors from the Edo period, including her favorite piece, Geisha. It always reminded her of her grandmother who was a professional Geisha.
Jon watched as she looked around the tastefully decorated room, remembering the arguments he had with the contractor when he was building this room, soundproofing, hidden compartments, decorative rings strategically hanging from the ceiling, and walls, and reinforced ceiling studs. He was sure the contractor took the blueprints to the local PD, and he was listed in a file as a potential serial killer.
Jon watched as Emiko walked all around the room, looking at the art, and decorations, but not noticing the disguised purpose of the room. While she examined the room, he stepped around her, and opened a drawer in one of the pieces of furniture, removing some restraints.
"Arms behind your back, and try to grab each elbow with the hand of the opposite arm." He watched as she immediately assumed the position he asked for.
Hearing his command, she assumed the familiar position with ease. Once her arms were secured, the familiarity caused her juices to flow freely and started to quiver in excitement.
Jon wrapped two full-wrists bracers on her. Then, he clipped them together using all three metallic spring-loaded clips. He walked around to look in her eyes. "On to the center of the bed, face-up," he spoke almost dispassionately as he delivered his commands. Without waiting to see if she would obey, he opened a hidden door and walked into the side room.
