Passed Down [MF] [Maid] [Supernatural] [Inexperienced Male] [Experienced Female]

I live quite differently than most people in the modern-day. My parents own a manor and have a maid named Idabelle who has been in my family’s service for longer than I can remember. The circumstances surrounding my family’s wealth and atypical comfort are a bit of a mystery to most people, including myself, but as I get older, I am learning more about it. Idabelle’s position oft confuses people who know of her. We generally tell people she is an employee, but I think “indentured servant” is a better description. When I turned eighteen, I learned a lot more about Ida’s role in our family.

One Fall evening I sat at my oaken desk doing homework as I often did. I was then in my last year of high school, and staying in my room studying for hours was a common occurrence. My parents had gone out to a party that night and left me behind to attend to my schoolwork. It didn’t really bother me, upper echelon “parties” are just networking events with fancy food. It is a bunch of obligatory meeting and dealing and quite exhausting, to tell the truth. I did not mind being left behind.

There was a knock at my door. I looked up from my work, a bit surprised. “Master Jacob? May I enter?” I heard Idabelle ask from the other side.

“You may,” I responded, going back to my work.

Ida entered and shut the door behind her. Her elegant maid uniform moved just barely as she did. It was a stereotypical maid uniform, dress and all, but less cartoonish than those you might see on TV. She carefully walked over to my bed and sat down. I looked up. It was not common that she would act so casually, though it might not seem casual to the average person. “There are matters with which I must discuss with you regarding my employment to your family,” she began.

I was slightly taken aback. “Wouldn’t that be something you would speak to father and mother about?”

Ida crossed her legs as she sat. Her beautiful, long, black hair flowed freely down over her shoulders. She never let it down, not that I had seen. It was always put up when working, which seemed like all the time. “Respectfully, this is a matter which I must discuss with you. You may be aware that I have served your family for a long time. It is the case that your eighteen years may seem long, but I have been in service much longer than that. I first came into the service of the father of your grandfather’s grandfather some one hundred and eighty-seven years ago. I was twenty-three then.”

I stared at her. What the hell was she saying? I sometimes considered it a bit strange that she didn’t appear to age, but never aging seemed a bit ridiculous. “So you’re saying you’re two hundred and ten years old?” I asked, hardly believing what I was hearing.

“Two hundred and nine,” she said with a sharp eye. Despite living so many years, a woman is still conscious of her age. “Yes, that is what I am saying. It might be difficult to believe, but in another hundred years I will look the same as I did one hundred ago.”

I was shocked. Though what she was saying was unbelievable, I had no reason not to believe it. She had never once lied. “How is that even possible?”

“That explanation is long and not what I came here to discuss with you this evening. Rather, there is more to the story. When I first came to the service of your grandfather’s grandfather’s father, I was not only the maid of his house, this house actually, but I was also his mistress.”

Yet again I was taken aback. Of course, I knew what a mistress was. To hear such a thing from such a professional woman who took care of me from birth was a lot. “Why are you telling me this?”

“You are now a man of your father’s line, and it is my duty to serve you just as it has been to serve the men who came before you.”

The cogs in my head turned madly. ‘What does she mean by that? Is she saying we should have sex? Is she saying she’s my mistress?’ the questions shot through my mind like a short-circuit.

“I know you must have many questions. I will try to answer them for you.”

“Sooo…” I thought for a second. “If I said… If I told you to you’d… right now?”

I could see but the faintest hints of a smile on her lips as she prepared her response. “It is my duty to be of service whenever I am called upon.”

I thought for a moment before doing anything. Curiously, I got up and slowly walked to my bed. I sat next to Ida, observing her carefully. It felt as if there was a predator ready to pounce if I made any sudden moves. Gently, I put my hand on her shoulder. She did not react in the slightest. I held it there for a few seconds, observing her, then slid my hand down her arm until I could feel the soft, supple skin of her arm under my fingers. I have to admit, she looked good for her age. I moved down from her arm to her thigh. I pressed gently, experiencing the sensation. She was a perfect middle ground between soft and full, yet tight and well constituted. At that point, I was at full mast. Being inexperienced, that had already been enough to send my thoughts racing. My, in some respects, immature mind began turning once more. “Can I see your panties?”

Idabelle got up carefully and stood before me a good five feet away. Her expression was impossible to parse. It was not disgusted or apathetic, nor was it aroused or excited. It was just graceful, with just a hint of affection. I couldn’t bear to look into such a complex expression, though that was not where my eyes would be drawn anyway. As Ida lifted the hem of her dress, my eyes dropped to the tops of her black thigh-high socks. My gaze slowly traveled up her thighs, mesmerized by every detail. Attached to her socks were a pair of garters that rose less than a foot before terminating, wrapping snuggly around her thigh leaving just the faintest indentation. Just inches above them were her elegant, white panties. They looked as reserved as she did, but they were also thin and didn’t leave a lot to the imagination. Her feminine outline could be seen rather prominently through them.

My eyes did a last once over of her whole figure before returning to her eyes. ‘Intimidated’ is definitely a word I would use to describe myself in that moment. It all felt wrong. The proper, beautiful, elegant woman I had known my whole life was prepared to fulfill any erotic command I gave. Even through the cloud of a young man’s lust, I could tell the gravity of the situation.

“I hope that you find me satisfactory to your tastes,” she said with care and professionalism. I could only nod, mouth slightly ajar as I stared. Sensing that I had exceeded my own capacity to think, she let her dress down and walked back to my bed. She sat down and put her arm around me. With a soft hand, she gently turned my chin so our eyes met. “I look forward to ensuring your utmost comfort and satisfaction,” she said softly before putting her lips to mine, kissing me endearingly. When she pulled away, she stood and brushed the wrinkles from her uniform before exiting my room as if she was there to simply deliver a cup of tea.

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This may be a one-off, or I might continue this as a series. I don’t really have a lot of time right now, and living is hard, but I loved this as a concept and needed to write at least a short piece on it. Does a sexy, immortal, 209-year-old maid get you excited? Let me know down below, as well as any other feedback you have. If you enjoyed my story, an upvote is much appreciated!

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