Serving My Maid

I watched Derpy walk through the front door with her arms filled with bags. Her cheeks were flushed from carrying everything.

"Hi, Anon!" she called, kicking the door closed behind her. "I'm back! Could you please help me?"

I hurried over and took a few of the heavier bags from her grasp

We made our way toward the guest room. I opened the door for her.

"This is your new room, Derpy," I said, gesturing inside.

Derpy set down the bags on the bed. It was really happening -- she was moving in with me. The room started filling with Derpy's belongings.

I was standing there, just watching her unpack her stuff. She fumbled with the bag and a pair of pink underwear slipped out, landing on the floor. I pretended not to stare at them.

She looked my way, noticed me eyeing her dropped underwear, and bent down to pick them up.

"So, Anon. Tell me." She smiled mischievously. "What do you think about these panties? Are they cute?"

I could feel my cheeks burning at that question. She liked making me feel uncomfortable on purpose. "Yeah.. they're...cute," I managed to say.

I had noticed they were the same style of panties I had seen on her more than once.

"Why does she only wear these panties?" I wondered. "Does she have only one pair? That'd be...weird."

Derpy seemed to read my thoughts.

"Don't think, please, I'm some kind of piggy who only wears one pair over and over for her master! I just really like pink panties! I bought a bunch of the same ones because they're so-o-o super cute!" To prove her point, she grabbed from her bag a few more pairs of exactly the same pink panties.

"See? A whole pack!" She proudly showed them to me.

I was unable to respond appropriately.

As Derpy was digging through her bags to unpack, I found myself with nothing to do and ended up lost in my own head, thinking about her and her underwear. Honestly, I didn't mind if she wore just one pair of pink panties every day for me.

In my little daydream, she strolled into my room about a week later. Her face was all rosy, and her eyes had this playful little twinkle in them.

"Master," she said sweetly. "You told me to wear these panties all week, remember? And I did for you, Master!"

She lifted the hem of her skirt and revealed what she was wearing -- a pair of her cute pink panties. I noticed a couple of stains on them.

"Here they are," she pulled off her panties and stepped out of them.

Then she dangled them up for my face. They were inside out. She was showing the dirty side where the scent of her urine still lingered.

She teasingly waved the panties in front of my face. "All dirty and worn for you, Master, just like you wanted. Do you want to smell them?"

Suddenly, Derpy snapped me out of my dream.

"Anon, do you mind if I use your shower? I've got to head to the university soon." She asked.

"Sure. No problem," I responded, trying to sound casual. My cock started to grow slowly in my pants from my little dream so I quickly returned to my room.

After Derpy moved in, our agreement with the maids agency didn't change. She still has to clean, cook, and do laundry at my home every three days. But the other days were her days off, which meant she didn't owe me anything. There was no point in having a maid to work every day since I live alone and I don't create a lot of mess.

But now she wasn't just the maid anymore -- she was also my housemate.

I thought if she lived in my home it would mean my house would be much cleaner than before. She would have more free time and her duties would be less of a problem. But as the days passed, I started noticing there was absolutely nothing changed!

It even started to feel as if she stopped caring entirely about her maid duties. I shouldn't think badly about Derpy, but I couldn't help.

Derpy was playing on my GameStation.

"Derpy," I began cautiously, sitting down in the chair across from her, "have you noticed the house has been... a little messier lately?"

She glanced at me, pausing her game. "Messier? Hm, maybe a little. But don't worry, Anon! Tomorrow's my cleaning day -- I'll handle everything then!" she excused.

But tomorrow would come, and though she cleaned, it never felt like enough.

Empty snack wrappers could mysteriously appear on the coffee table, and her things could be everywhere -- her books stacked on the coffee table, her sneakers casually tossed by the door.

I decided to check her room, while she was at her university. Her bedsheets were tangled up in a messy heap, clothes strewn about, empty soda cans littered on her desk. And then, something caught my eye -- a white sports tee tossed carelessly on the floor by her bed. I couldn't resist the urge to examine it.

So, I leaned over, grabbed it, held it up to my face, and inhaled big time. It had her smell -- that nice, flowery vibe I always linked with Derpy. But there was something else -- a hint of her sweat.

I could imagine Derpy wearing this tee, her body moving as she exercised, the fabric clinging to her skin, damp with sweat... I felt a stirring in my pants at the thought.

I came toward the door, ensuring it was closed tightly.

And then,I lifted off my pants and pulled out my already erect cock. I held her tee up to my nose again, taking another deep breath of Derpy's intoxicating scent. I stroked myself faster enjoying the smell.

I pictured Derpy right there in front of me, just back from a tough, sweaty gym session. Her white tee was sticking to her body, all damp from the effort.

My heart was racing as I imagined that thin shirt hugging her chest and the smooth lines of her tummy.

In my head, she turned around, throwing me a playful glance over her shoulder while easing into a stretch.

"Ohhhh!" I groaned, my cock jerking as hot cum erupted from the tip, spraying in thick ropes onto a tissue held beneath it.

I flopped back onto her bed, trying to catch my breath.

As the rush faded and my breathing settled, this heavy feeling of guilt just hit me hard.

I returned her shirt to its place on the floor and hurriedly cleaned myself up.

Derpy was my maid (and housemate), not a lover. And I used her clothes without her permission like some kind of weird creep. She could be furious if she caught me, and then she might hate me!

In the evening, as I sat in my room typing on my laptop, Derpy strolled in holding my Game Switch. She twirled it playfully in her hands, her big, golden eyes alight with joy.

"Anon," she began, "can I borrow your Switch? Just for a little while? Pleeease!?" She leaned on the last word, tilting her head in a way that made it hard to refuse.

I looked up, mildly annoyed by her sudden request. "Uh, sure," I replied. "Just return it to me tonight. Alright?"

She flashed a big smile, tossed me a quick thumbs-up, and darted off to her room with my Switch.

At first, I didn't really care much about it. Sharing my Switch with Derpy seemed harmless -- kind of cute, even.

But that "little while" quickly turned into her habit.

After a long day of work, all I wanted was to relax with Game Switch. I hadn't been able to do so in a while since Derpy had started borrowing it so often.

I walked into the living room and found Derpy sprawled out on the couch, watching TV. On the coffee table sat my Game Switch, which she had "forgotten" to return.

I grabbed and powered it on and saw the familiar home screen come into my view. But something felt off.

There was the second account with her avatar.

"You... made a second account?" I said, confused.

Derpy glanced back at me with a sheepish smile. "Oh, yeah! I didn't want to mess up your saves, so I figured it'd be better to make my own."

It felt that she hadn't just borrowed the console. She claimed my lovely Game Switch as a cat claimed its territory by pissing on the tree!

And I felt annoyed and... a pleasant tingling in my stomach. She didn't ask if I minded. But honestly, I liked that she did. But I had gotten used to playing in bed every evening, and now she started occupying it every night, too(

Evening came, and as usual, Derpy was sprawled out on the couch, completely absorbed in some game she was playing on my Game Switch.

I stood in the doorway. This was my routine before sleeping -- one that she'd completely taken over now.

She wore a faded tee with a cartoon pony character on the front, and a pair of simple pink panties.

Her bare legs were covered in colorful, childish socks, resting on my coffee table.

"Shouldn't she be wearing more than just... that?" I thought to myself.

"Aw, Anon?" She hit pause on the game and glanced over at me.

"Derpy," I began, "you've been glued to my Switch every night lately. I got used to playing before bed, but I haven't touched it in days."

"Aaa! Are you upset about your lovely toy being stolen by your favorite maid? Poor master," she sank deeper into the couch.

Then she stretched out her legs like she owned the place, wiggling her toes with a sly look that got my eggs tingling with pleasure, "Well, if you're so upset, how about this? You can sit here and massage my feet while I play. Does that sound fair?"

She kicked off her socks, showing off those bright pink toes. Then she wiggled her toes at me again, offering a clear invitation.

The sight was so hypnotic.

I reached over and grabbed one of her feet. My fingers curled around it gently. She let out a quiet laugh as I started kneading it. Her eyes flicked between me and the screen.

"I wouldn't mind if you kissed them too. Don't be shy!" she teased.

I pressed my lips to her toes, feeling the warmth against me. There was a light whiff of lavender soap -- too bad she's already showered.

"Mmm," she purred.

I slid my tongue along the curve of her foot. She giggled again. Her toes scrunched up under my touch.

I snuck a peek at Derpy's legs. They were a little hairy -- something I hadn't really noticed before. She was usually in stockings or jeans, but now, lounging there in just her go-to pink undies, I could spot the dark little hairs dotting her legs.

It seemed Derpy just had stopped shaving her legs. She didn't care about the hair on her legs anymore.

"Did I really think maids had to be smooth and perfect all the time?" I wondered, feeling a little upset with myself.

This fur on her legs felt like a subtle sign of her dominance in my house. It was as if she was saying she was in charge here and didn't care about impressing anybody, including me. She had far more interesting things to do, like playing games on my consoles or watching TV. Strangely, I liked that. And it was a little arousing from that thought.

My dick stirred in my pants as I worshiped her feet. Derpy was completely absorbed in her game, while I humbly licked and kissed her toes. It wasn't as unpleasant as last time. A little salty, slightly sweet taste from the soap.

But suddenly, she looked down at me with her half-lidded eyes, brimming with pleasure and warmth. "You are such a good puppy, Anon! Licked all my tired footies. Maybe we could make it our routine?" She said and giggled, giving me a head pat that made me feel like an actual dog.

I was caught between feeling humiliation and enjoying it

And then, just as suddenly as it had started, it ended. She set down my Switch and stood up, leaving me kneeling.

"It's time for sleep. I need to go to the University tomorrow morning. Goodnight, Anon." She said, walking away from me towards her room.

She had left me alone with my Game Switch, but I had no desire to play now.

Tonight, I would like to do something "inappropriate" with my erected penis in my bedroom, thinking about her.

***

"Derpy's confidence in taking over my space grew slowly. After claiming my Game Switch, she started making more and more requests.

It began innocently enough.

"Anon. Can you grab me a drink?" or "Anon, I'm a little hungry, could you please bring me a snack?"

But soon, her requests began to escalate.

One Saturday morning, I came out of my room in the kitchen. She had my coffee mug in her hand, sipping lazily coffee from it.

"Morning, Anon!" She greeted me cheerfully. "I was thinking... Could you make breakfast today? I'm starving!"

I was confused. "You want me to cook breakfast? But isn't today your maid day?"

She leaned on the counter with an exaggerated pout. "You make better omelets than me. Pleeease?"

I couldn't say 'no' and sighed.

Moments like these started happening more frequently. Lunch, dinner -- on weekends, she'd casually drop hints about what she wanted to eat, leaving me to figure out how to make it happen.

"Morning, Anon," she said, her voice still thick with sleep. "Smells good in here. What's for breakfast? I could really go for some pancakes right now."

This started to irritate me and I tried to resist.

Derpy," I said, trying to keep my voice firm as I flipped pancakes in the pan, "you're supposed to be making breakfast today."

"Mmm?" she replied absently, not even looking up. "Oh. But your pancakes are sooo good! Let's make an exception today. In the morning I can't eat anything but your delicious pancakes."

I shot her a glance, but she didn't seem to care. "You're not going to make anything for your favorite maid? What if I starve to death? How would you explain that to the maids' agency?" She joked.

I rolled my eyes. "Fine, Fine, but this is the last time."

She watched me work, propping her chin on her hand. She was totally content.

Sometimes, I'd get back from work and catch her lounging on the couch, flipping through her textbook. As soon as I walked through the door, I'd hear her voice:

"Hey, Anon! Could you cook dinner tonight? I'm hungry!"

And oddly, I didn't mind it as much as I probably should have. There was a strange satisfaction in taking care of her. Her playful requests and demands started to feel like a natural part of my life.

On her maid working days, she still wore her uniform and went through the tasks of cleaning, cooking, and doing laundry. But even then, she managed to flip our dynamic on its head.

One evening, while she was supposed to be cooking dinner, I strolled into the kitchen and saw her by the counter. She was chopping vegetables.

"Anon," she said sweetly, "I think dinner would be so much tastier if we cooked together. Don't you think so?"

I hesitated, but I liked her company and eventually relented. "Sure, I can help you with this once."

That "once" quickly became my routine. On her workdays, she'd always have a reason for me to take over in the kitchen.

"Anon," she sighed dramatically one evening, looking at me with those big, doe-like, apologetic eyes. Her hands rubbed her neck slowly, as if the stress from her university work was visibly weighing on her.

"I know today is my day 'on'. But I'm so exhausted... I've been at the library all day. And my brain feels like mush. Could you maybe cook tonight instead of me? Please? I just need rest."

She stretched her arms, yawning dramatically. "I promise. I'll make it up to you," she added. "Maybe a nice foot massage for me later. Huh?"

Derpy continued to shift our balance of responsibilities, subtly persuading me to do more.

I wanted to argue, but the exhaustion in her eyes made it hard to resist. And the thought of her feet was also a compelling argument, so I took a step toward the kitchen. "Alright, fine. But you owe me."

Her eyes lit up. She skipped over to the couch, falling onto the cushions. "Thanks, Anon! You're my best boss!"

It felt odd -- this was supposed to be her job. But her charm and excuses always made it so difficult to say no.

Finally, she had stopped cooking entirely on her workdays. Cleaning? Yes. Laundry? Sure. But meals? Now those were problems for her every time.

"You know," I said, "you really should cook more often on your maid days."

"But your cooking is way better than mine. Anon!" she exclaimed and leaned forward with her elbows on the table.

"You're such a great cook. I really loved it when you helped me out in the kitchen on my workdays. Honestly, I've never tasted food this delicious before."

Her words took me. I hadn't expected such a glowing review of my cooking.

"You've done so much," she continued. "I'd really like to repay you somehow..." She trailed off thoughtfully, tapping her chin with one finger.

I was intrigued. "How's that?"

Her smile widened. "Do you like my scent, don't you, Anon? I noticed one day my dirty sports tee was in your room. Forget to return it, did you?" She giggled.

"It smelled pretty badly with my sweat after my training. What did you do with it? Oh, I can guess." Her voice softened. "But don't worry. I won't tell anyone."

I'd gotten into the habit of slipping into her room when she was at the university and I was home alone. One day, I forgot to return her tee because she came home earlier than I expected.

My face went red. I opened my mouth to apologize, but she cut me off.

"Oh. I've got something even better for you," she said, teasing. "Why just sniff my old clothes when you could get it straight from the source -- from my armpit?"

My cock twitched involuntarily. That sounded utterly humiliating. Before I could even figure out what to say, she stood up and stepped closer. She lifted her arm under my nose.

My eyes caught her armpits were a little hairy. It was damp with sweat.

"Go ahead. Sniff me like the perverted maid-fetishist you are." She pressed her arm harder against my face. "Isn't that what you've dreamed about, mister Anon?"

I took a big breath. She was right. This was exactly what I'd fantasized about.

"Yes..." I murmured, my inhibitions melting away. "Yes, I wanted it so much..."

"Why don't you show me how much you appreciate your gorgeous maid. Hmm? Lick my armpits!" she commanded.

Overcome with lust, I began lapping at her moist skin. My tongue danced around her underarm, checking out every bit of it. I pulled back for a sec to look at the little hairs there, then dove back in, feeling them brush against my lips and tongue.

"That's it," she encouraged. "Make your maid feel good."

While I was licking, something odd slid past my lips and settled on my tongue -- a hair from her armpit. I stopped for a second, trying to get it out of my mouth.

"Aww, look what you found! Your very own piece of Derpy xD." she giggled.

I blushed furiously as I carefully extracted a hair.

Embarrassed, I continued my oral ministrations. I flicked my tongue rapidly over her armpit, quick enough to make her laugh.

"You're such a pervert, Anon," she placed her hand on my hair. "But that's okay. I'll indulge your little fetishes, as long as you keep cooking. Deal?"

"Okey," I managed to choke out between breaths.

My hand wandered down to cup her ass.

"Oh, Anon," she let out a sigh, pulling away slightly. "Enough for today. You've been such a good boy."

I released her reluctantly, feeling flushed and dazed. My cock throbbed uncomfortably in my pants, begging for release.

From now on, every evening after the meal was done, she'd follow up with her usual "armpit reward" for me.

I enjoyed her company. But this wasn't what I had envisioned when I agreed to let her move in. My house didn't feel like my house anymore; it was becoming our house, except "our" wasn't an equal partnership.

***

The state of my house became more and more unbearable.

I'd occasionally bring it up, mentioning the mess, but Derpy's response was always the same, "Oops! I'll get to it soon, I promise." But the mess only grew worse.

I gave up and picked up her slack -- cleaning up after her, doing the dishes, folding the laundry, even scrubbing the toilet.

One evening, as I lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, I thought back to what Honey had said: "Be firm with your maid, or one day, she might just... sit on your face." I need to be firm, assertive. I need to talk to her tomorrow. Set new rules.