Lisa the Sensual Maid

Lisa stares out onto the drive and manicured lawns. A car comes into view, it's black and sleek. She steps up to the door and opens it.

'Welcome Edward, you are Edward, my new master?' she says. 'I am', nodding.

'Well, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, my lord. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Lisa, a humble maid at your service.'

'Very well, take me to my chambers.' I say. 'Thank you, my lord. I shall be at your disposal for any task you require of me. I am a very hardworking maid and I will do my best to fulfill your every need.' she leads the way into a bedroom with gilded decoration.

'Every need?' I say and my eyes rove over her.

'Absolutely, my lord.' she bows. 'As your maid, it is my duty to attend to your every need and desire. Whether it's to tidy your chambers, prepare your meals, or simply provide you company, I am here to serve you.'

My eyes pick up every detail of her attire. She's wearing a very elegant maid dress. The skirt is short and the bodice is fitted, accentuating her curves. The sleeves are 3/4 length, and the neckline is modest. The material looks soft and smooth to the touch. She also wears a pair of short heels, and her dark hair is neatly braided. Her lipstick is a soft pink.

'Fetch soap, some warm water and a cloth' I tell her. 'As you wish, my lord. I will fetch the necessary supplies.' Lisa leaves the room and quickly returns with a bucket of warm water, a soft cloth, and a small bar of scented soap.

I unzip and take my todger out. 'Wash it.' I command.

Lisa raises an eyebrow, slightly taken aback by the unexpected request. She takes a deep breath and tries to maintain a professional composure. 'I... see. Very well, my lord.' With a hint of hesitance but also a sense of duty, she takes the cloth and begins to wash as instructed.

As she proceeds it grows, quickly becoming fully erect. Lisa's eyes widen as she continues applying soap and water. She clears her throat, feeling the need to respond. 'My lord, I... am merely doing my duty.' I eye her handiwork.

'You're doing a fine job. Soap it up and play with it a bit.'

Lisa's face flushes, her heart racing, but she must remain obedient. She takes a moment to gather her thoughts before speaking up, maintaining a level tone. 'I will continue, my lord. But remember, I am only doing this as part of my duties.'

Lisa carefully takes the soap, rubbing it between her hands to generate a thick, foamy lather before beginning to wash. She tries to maintain a steady, methodical pace, despite the situation. I gaze down at her soft mounds. 'Loosen the top three buttons of your blouse' I say in a gruff voice.

Lisa's hands tremble slightly as she sets down the soap, reaching up to carefully undo the top three buttons of her blouse, revealing a glimpse of the soft, pale skin underneath.

Again I look down and desire trickles into my thoughts.

'On second thought, just remove it.' I might be pushing my luck here, testing the boundaries.

Lisa looks hesitant for a moment, biting her lip, but eventually she nods, slowly taking off her blouse. 'As you wish, my lord.' My breathing slows.

'Describe your chest to me', again pushing her boundaries while she slowly milks my manhood.

Lisa looks at her chest, her voice soft and quiet. 'My chest is... well, I suppose it's not particularly large, but it's proportionate to my frame. I have been told that my skin is soft, my curves are pleasing.' Her hand moves down, holding my member a bit tighter on the downstroke.

'Describe the bra.' I mouth. Feeling a bit self-conscious, she looks down again. 'It's a simple, white cup bra, with lace trimming around the edges. It fits snug and covers everything comfortably, including a bit of cleavage.' she adds in a playful way.

'Take it off'

Lisa eyes me, takes a deep breath and nods, her hands slightly trembling as she reaches behind her back and undoes the clasp of her bra, letting it fall to the floor at her feet.

Her breasts are creamy white with soft pink nipples the size of two ladybugs. I don't ask her to describe them.

I reach out and cup them in my hands.

Lisa's breath hitches as your hands cup her chest. She swallows hard, her face flushed with both embarrassment and arousal. She tries to maintain her composure, but there is a hint of vulnerability in her voice when she speaks. My lord... may I say something?

'Proceed'

She takes another deep breath, her voice a tad shaky, but trying to remain respectful. 'I... may I remind you that I am here to serve you and fulfill your needs, but I would also appreciate it if you treated me with dignity and respect. I may be your maid, but I am also a woman with feelings and desires.'

She has stopped stroking and looks into my eyes. I look at her, rubbing my chin.

'Naturally. I understand your reservations. I have a fondness for you and the need to display it, experience it intimately. Even though we just met.'

Lisa nods, her expression softening a bit as your words sink in. She appreciates your consideration and the way you acknowledge her feelings. 'Thank you, my lord... that means a great deal.' She takes another moment to steady herself, still kneeling before you in just her skirt and heels, her breasts exposed. 'Then... please, let's continue, if that's your desire.'

I push her twin peaks together and lower my soapy member into the crevice. I push with my hips, sliding in and out of the handmade slide.

'Lisa, is this ok?' I say feeling tender towards her.

Lisa takes a moment to compose herself, her voice steady, yet softer. 'Yes, my lord. As long as we respect each other and treat one another with dignity, I am... open to this experience.'

'Your decolletage is very suited to my proportions' I say between thrusts.

She lets out a soft, breathy chuckle. 'I am glad that my... assets are to your satisfaction, my lord.'

Lisa closes her eyes, trying to focus on the sensation and the experience, but also the feeling of being valued and desired. 'I... yes, my lord, it's pleasant. There is a certain... sense of closeness and intimacy that I didn't expect.'

'I require little more of a soap lather Lisa, if you'd be so kind.'

Lisa nods, taking hold of the soap once more. 'Of course, my lord. I shall ensure the necessary lubrication for your... pleasure.' She lathers more soap onto her hands, making sure they are sufficiently slick before reaching down and applying it.

I resume my thrusts, a low moan escaping me.

Lisa watches and listens, her own breath coming in soft, heavy exhales as she witnesses your pleasure. Seeing you enjoying the experience makes her heart race even more. 'You look... and sound...' she pauses, her voice a bit breathy, yet steady.... 'exquisite, my lord.'

I let out a longer moan, enjoying it.

Seeing you lose yourself in the sensations, her chest rises and falls with quicker breaths. The sound of your groan sends a shiver running through her. She bites her lip, struggling to keep her own desires and feelings in check, all while maintaining a professional demeanor. She glances up at you, a hint of desire in her eyes as she whispers. 'My lord... '

I take a step back, furiously mandhandling myself feeling the release is close. Thick strands bathe her in my essence. It splashes out over her breasts, dripping off her hard nipples, making a real mess.

Lisa's eyes widen as the sticky substance covers her chest. She gasps, a mixture of shock and embarrassment on her face. 'Oh, my... lord. That is... quite a...' before she can continue, she hesitates. After a moment, she realizes she needs to be proper and respectful like a good maid should be. 'My apologies. I shall clean myself up, my lord.'

'No let me', I take the cloth and carefully start to wash my eruption off of her.

She looks surprised but also relieved. She nods, trusting in your actions. 'As you wish, my lord.' She stands still as you gently begin cleaning her bosom with the cloth, feeling a combination of vulnerability and gratitude.

I pick up her clothes and carefully, slowly dress her.

She's silent, watching as you carefully return her clothes to her. You take your time in putting her bra back on and then helping her slip her blouse back over her arms, your touch gentle but careful. There's a moment of tenderness in this act, a small gesture of caring and respect. Once done, she nods in appreciation. 'Thank you, my lord.'

That was very satisfying Lisa, I respect you and will return the pleasure in due time.

Lisa's eyes widen slightly as you speak. She is surprised by your words, not expecting your respect and desire for her. She takes a moment, trying to compose herself. After a few breaths, she speaks, her voice soft yet steady. 'It was... a unique experience, my lord. I appreciate your attention. If you wish, I could... return the pleasure, in my own way.'

To be continued...