The Maid Ch. 3
Kevin
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"Alright, sounds good, Uncle Jack. Yeah, I'll see you for lunch. Mhmm," I said into the phone with Jasmine on the couch next to me. "I'm sure the maid wouldn't mind cooking. She's cooked a lot for me, actually." I made a yapping mouth motion with my hand and Jasmine smiled. "Tomorrow it is then. Bye."
I hung up the phone and dropped it in my lap, sucking in a breath of air and then exhaling slowly. "He's coming over for lunch tomorrow."
Jasmine's face was incredibly hard to read. She might not even know just what she was feeling. "Tomorrow, we'll find out what he actually knows. We should iron out a plan," I suggested.
Jasmine nodded, her hands in her lap. She had been with me for two weeks, and it was a weekday, which meant she was in an outfit of her choice. She really liked skinny jeans, leggings, and capris. Her tops were graphic t-shirts, tank tops, and a button-down shirt with 3/4 sleeves. Today was a skinny jeans and button-down day.
"It'll still be a weekday tomorrow, but I'll wear one of their outfits. I want to play the game in case he does know. If he doesn't know, he'll find out," the sexy Latina said, crossing her arms under her bust as she sipped her morning coffee."
I nodded in agreement. "I'll try not to let it go overboard, but I'll play the game these men would want me to with you. I want you to know that I'm not looking forward to it."
"I know, babe," Jasmine said softly. "You've been nothing but sweet to me the two weeks I've been here. It's been easy, even. The house looks good, I can tell you're happier than when I got here." She let out a giggle. "I'm eating better than before. You're a hell of a good cook."
I smiled and met her brown eyes. "After working in the home office, and you working hard to keep this place so perfect, we deserve nice healthy meals."
Jasmine's smile matched my own. "I still can't stop saying I like being appreciated. You look after me, let me wear clothes I like, and you don't take me for granted. With the situation I'm in, I have it lucky."
I cupped her soft chin in my hand and I thumbed her lips. "And I keep telling you, I'm sorry about how you wound up here, but I'm glad that you are. And I'm glad that despite everything, it can feel like your place."
Jasmine held my eyes with hers and softly kissed my thumb. "With the exception of not being able to leave the property, it does feel normal," she admitted. "Sharing meals with you, only calling you sir or master when I feel dirty," she added with a smirk, "going to bed and waking up together, showering together. To me, we feel like an actual couple. Being respected by you, treated like your girlfriend and not a made or a slave... It makes this so much easier."
I lean forward and kiss her, and she kisses me back. "Me being able to do that also makes me happy," I said with a smile. I loved that after the kinky things we've done, it's the little true affectionate things like that that make her blush. "We'll see what he knows or doesn't know, but we've played by their vague rules, whoever they are. Nobody else knows about you, you've never left the property. They have no reason to take you."
Jasmine leaned into my touch and closed her eyes. "If I have to be 'owned' I'm still glad it's you." She sighs and kisses me again. "You have every opportunity to be terrible, but you never take it."
"And I won't. Tomorrow is going to be the closest to that I come until the quarterly check-up," I told her. "I don't know how he'll react, or if he'll try to abuse it. I don't know how to help you prepare for that."
Jasmine sipped from her coffee again and bit her lip. "I'm sorry, Master," Jasmine caught herself doing my pet peeve, but she used the code word. Given how heavy, then sweet, then heavy the conversation had been I was not sure what to make of her mind. Our entire relationship has been built on trust and communication.
I tilted my head questioningly, wordlessly asking if she was trying to play a game, or if that was a slip usage. She smiled briefly and then went into a face of shock and worry. "I didn't mean to bite my lip, Master! It's just a natural reflex!"
"We've talked about this so many times before, J. You know I hate when you bite your lip. Please stand up."
"Master, please! I said I was sorry! Please, please don't punish me," Jasmine pleaded, her overacting told me this was absolutely one of our games.
I stood up from my own chair and stalked over to her. "I said get up," I growled and wrapped her hair in my hand. I pulled on her hair just hard enough to give her a tinge of pain that I had learned she liked, and she got up out of the chair. "Okay! Okay! Ow ow ow!" she cried, much louder than warranted by my light to medium pulling.
"Bend over the table!" I ordered, and as our usual, I applied enough pressure to direct but light enough that she could easily fight it, which she didn't.
"W-what are you going to do, Master?" Jasmine asked anxiously, trying to look over her shoulder at me.
"Eyes front, J. You know what happens to my girls when they don't follow orders, when they disobey me," I said darkly, pressing myself against her ass.
"They... they get spanked, Master," Jasmine muttered, accepting the punishment she signaled for by calling me Master.
"That's right, J. I don't want to do it, but you've left me no choice," I said with mock sadness as I grabbed the waistband of her leggings. I made sure my thumbs grazed the bare skin of her hips, and dragged down her black leggings and red panties together, baring her ass and bald pussy to me.
"Master, I'm sorry. Please don't spank my bare bottom. I'll tell the girls how you showed mercy."
I just laughed. "Why would I want the harem to think I'm merciful?" I asked, rubbing her pert ass cheek before I made it jiggle with a crack of my hand. "We don't want them thinking Master is going soft, do we?" I chuckled as I spanked her other cheek. I massaged the offended flesh with my fingers and pressed my thumb against her pussy lips, feeling her already gathered wetness.
"Nobody thinks you're getting soft, Master!" Jasmine squealed as I resumed her punishment with 2 more spanks. "Please Master, don't make it hard for me to sit down!" she pleaded as I gave her two more.
"I think that's enough until you displease me again," I told her as I leaned down and pressed my lips to her ass.