You come home from work and find me waiting for you. I am wearing a French maid uniform with white thigh highs and black stiletto heels. I lead you to the bathroom where a robe and toiletries are ready for you. Relaxing music is playing.
"We have about half an hour until dinner is ready, Sir."
You take a long hot shower after your night at work and find your favorite shampoos and soaps waiting for you. You find me in the kitchen preparing dinner. I turn and smile,
"We have a few minutes until dinner if you would like to watch TV. I made you a rum and coke. It is in by the couch."
You smile and lean down to kiss the back of my neck, knowing that it makes my pussy instantly wet.
"What are we having, hun?"
"Grilled steaks, with sautéed mushrooms and onions. Twice baked potatoes and a Mediterranean salad. For dessert strawberry short cake."
I feel your hands brushing up my legs, pulling my skirt up to reveal my black lace boy shorts. I lean back into you and you pull my hair to turn my head, kissing me hard; your tongue chasing mine. I break away from you.
"Sir, if you keep distracting me dinner will be ruined. Please have a drink and relax."
I smile at you.
You leave me in the kitchen and find a tv tray in the living room with the remote and a drink sitting by your favorite chair. A few minutes later I bring in our dinner. We eat and discuss our day while you search the TV for some entertainment. After we have eaten, I take your dishes,
"Sir, if you go lay on the bed it is time for your massage."
You look at me as though you are going to argue, but I am off to the kitchen putting the dishes in the washer and cleaning the kitchen. You walk to the bedroom to find candles lit, fresh sheets on the bed, music playing and oil sitting by the bed. You lie down on your back and start to drift with the music. I come into the room and start with a light massage of your head and face, working down to your arms, and then your legs. I use long slow strokes to relax your body. Then I sit at the end of the bed and use a vanilla lotion to massage your feet.
"Have you ever had your feet rubbed babe?" I ask you softly.
But you can only moan. I help you roll over on to your stomach and work the back of your legs and your back, making sure to stretch out your lower back and sciatic area, running my fingernails lightly across your back. As I finish your massage I lean down and whisper in your ear
"Anything else you want, Sir?"
You moan 'yes', and before I can react you grab me and pull me down under you, pinning me to the bed. You kiss me and run your hands down my body feeling the satin of the maid outfit. You can feel my lacy bra and your hand runs down my stomach to my lacy panties. You rub my clit and I moan into your mouth as your tongue teases mine. You lean back and smile at me.
"Yes, there is something I want", and you pull out a set of silk ties. "Remember what we talked about this morning?"
I nod yes.
"Tell me what you want," you say to me.
I blush. "I want you to tie me up, shave my pussy, and tease and fuck me until I beg you to stop."
You smile at me and raise my hands above my head tying them to the bed and then move to the end of the bed and tie my legs spread eagle to the bed. You place a pillow under me to raise me up off the bed and lay a towel down and bring warm water, saving cream, and a razor from the bathroom. I am squirming with anticipation. You place your hand on my stomach, right above my hips, to stop my moving. With the other hand you pull the black lacy panties down my legs and pull them over my feet. You spread a thin layer of saving cream over my pussy. I close my eyes and feel your warm hands gliding over my body. A few moments later I feel the razor slowly take the first strip off of my pussy.
"You ok babe?" you ask me.
I nod my head 'yes', unable to speak. You continue to shave me until my pussy is soft and naked. You use the warm water with a washcloth and clean off the remaining shaving cream. The warmth makes me moan. You slip a finger into my pussy and I try to sit up to look at you, but the ties hold me to the bed. You slowly pull your finger out of me while my muscles and hips try to pull you back in. I moan in protest and you lean up to look me in the eye.
"Baby you need to behave or I will blindfold you," you say to me, trying to look stern.
"Yes Sir," I pout.
You stand up and walk out of the room. I start to protest and you give me a look that tells me I really shouldn't. I lay there waiting, listening to the music I turned on for your massage and slowly I relax, forgetting that I am even tied to the bed, naked and under your control. You return to the room with a box, of what I can only assume contains the objects you have been thinking about using on me all day.