He woke up in the most extravagant bedroom he had ever seen. A massive canopied bed, a desk with gold trim, an open closet the size of a normal bedroom, lovely chairs, a television set in a wooden frame, chandeliers on the twenty foot ceiling providing dim light...
It was great, but why couldn't he remember his name? Or who he was? He was naked too, which would be a little embarrassing if someone saw him. He figured he was about twenty-something years old, and his brown hair was a little on the longer side.
Just as he got out of bed, the bedroom door opened, and he reflexively dove for the blankets to hide himself. He barely managed to hide his dick when a woman stepped inside; a maid, a good twelve inches shorter than him, and stunningly beautiful. Huge breasts, a frilly maid outfit, and pink hair that made him wonder if he was dreaming.
Hanging from her neck was a golden amulet with a gleaming, purplish opal that shimmered in the light... It just made her chest all the more appealing.
"Oh master! There's no need to hide yourself from me. Tell me, how's your amnesia? Remember anything?"
"I... I don't remember anything. At all. I don't even know who you are, or where I am... Do I seriously have a maid?"
"Yes! I'm your lovey dovey servant! Here to make you happy."
"So I'm rich or something?"
"Fan--tabulously wealthy! You could afford a whole army of maids, but you loved me so much that you just stuck with me alone."
"Do I live with anyone else?"
"Nope, simply you and me, spending our days together in happiness."
"Why can't I remember anything?"
"Oh, it was a most terrible and mysterious affliction... you woke up a week ago with most of your memory gone, and it's been getting worse since then. But since you remember nothing... it can't get any worse, can it?"
"Weird, my head feels fine..."
"Now master, we might as well try to live our lovely little lives as usual. Mayhaps I can interest you in a little pleasure?"
"Pleasure?"
"Our morning ritual."
"Sure..."
The maid came closer and closer to him, and he couldn't help but get a slowly growing erection...
"What's your name, by the way?" he asked.
"Oh, my apologies... It's Vera. Your name is Sebastian."
"Vera, huh? Lovely name. Now what did you mean by pleasure?"
"You'll see... Just lay down."
"Is it sexual?"
"Very."
He thought about it. He thought about his dire condition, how there were certainly better things to be doing at the moment. Then he looked at Vera's breasts again, stared into the deep necklace, and decided that yes, even given the circumstances, it was worth smashing her.
"Go ahead, Vera. Do whatever you like to me..."
"I'll simply do the ordinary morning routine."
He reluctantly pulled the covers off his naked body, and he lay flat on the bed. She hopped onto the bed, her breasts, hair, and necklace all bouncing as she did.
"Fun fact, master... I'm not wearing any panties."
She climbed onto the bed...
~~~~~ ~~~~~
The post-orgasm relaxation was sudden, as was her climbing off of his spent cock.
"Huh?" he said. "Weren't you just over... what..."
"Oh, master, don't you remember all the fun times we just had? I pleasured you for half an hour..."
"I don't..."
Vera smiled, cheerfully.
Then she smiled sadistically.
"Good. My control over your memory is complete. Now for the rest."
"What!?"
"Sleep."
The amulet glowed, and Sebastian fell unconscious...
~~~~~ ~~~~~
Sebastian, wearing his casual pajama pants and a cozy shirt, entered the resplendent dining room, not thinking a thing was off. He hadn't just forgotten everything; he had forgotten that he had forgotten. Everything except Vera, his maid, and the basics of his morning routine, were gone.
"Breakfast is ready!" Vera said, standing next to the end of the long mahogany table, setting the most delicious chocolate chip pancakes he had ever seen on a gleaming white plate.
He was enthralled. Chocolate chip...
"Thank you so much, Vera. You mean a lot to me, you really do."
"Of course! Anything for you, master. And if you'd like, I can climb under the table while you eat, and service you underneath there..."
"Vera... I love you. You're the best and only maid I could ever dream of having."
He sat down, and looked at Vera. She kissed him passionately, and they closed their eyes, Sebastian enjoying this moment, unaware anything was amiss.
Vera pulled her lips away from him.
"Now master... Eat your delicious pancakes while I suck your dick."
"This is the best breakfast I've ever had," he said as she slipped under the table.
He got his fork and knife and started digging in. The first bite was phenomenal, and the second was no less so. The fluffy pancakes melted into the gooey chocolate, and as he ate, he felt Vera pulling down his pants, then his underwear.
"Enjoy," Vera said, and then her lips kissed the tip of his cock.
"These pancakes are the best thing I've ever eaten," Sebastian said as she teased the tip of his erection with her tongue, swirling it around and around and then stopping to rub the opening at the very end of his erection.
Vera abruptly took it into her throat, and Sebastian's mind was filled with almost nothing but pleasure. He looked down from his meal and saw her pretty face sucking joyfully, head bobbing back and forth, back and forth, back and forth...
Nothing was wrong. Everything was right.
Sebastian cut into the pancakes again, finding a glorious pocket of half-melted chocolate inside the pancakes, and naturally, he took his fork and kept digging in.
His erection grew more and more aroused, and her skillful technique and powerful lips were bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. How long had it been? A minute? And he was already about to come. This fact didn't upset him. He was happy he could experience that joyful jolt of pleasure as soon as possible, followed by... what followed orgasm again? He didn't know or care.
"Mmmph," Vera moaned as he came inside her. His erection twitched hungrily, releasing jet after jet of cum as the taste of chocolate pancakes resonated within him, overwhelming his mind with all forms of pleasure.
Then he found out what came after orgasm, which was calm and happiness. Contentment. Joy. The pancakes were even more delicious in his relaxed state, even though his heartbeat still pounded in his ears, even though Vera was still sucking and licking, drawing every last drop of semen out of his erection.
~~~~~ ~~~~~
It didn't take long for him to ravenously devour the stack of pancakes. Vera was standing patiently next to him, watching him eat.
"And how was the meal?" she asked.
"The greatest thing I've ever eaten... thank you, thank you, thank you..."
"No problem. It'll be your last meal as master."
She laughed, and he was confused.
Vera leaned in close, licking her semen-scented lips. "Don't you think it's strange that you can't remember anything?"
"Now that you mention it... wait..."
Concern started to enter him. Yet it was far less than it should have been. He knew it should have felt like an overwhelming concern. Yet what it actually felt like was a minor worry.
"Your mind is fucked up," Vera said. "Devoid of memory. Barely able to reason. And you know this. And you barely care."
"About that, why?"
"You know why. It's me. And you can't think of me as anything other than your lovely, loyal maid."
