I sit on my luxurious sofa, sipping on my whiskey, as I watch the maid sheepishly approach me. Her eyes are cast downwards in shame, and she fidgets nervously with her apron. “I’m so sorry, sir,” she stammers, “I broke your priceless vase. Please forgive me.”
I merely smirk in response, feeling a surge of power rush through me at her apology. I know that I could easily replace the vase, but instead, I decide to make her pay for her mistake in the most debased and humiliating way possible.
“Come closer, my little slut,” I say, my voice low and commanding. “And remove your clothing.”
She hesitates for a moment, but ultimately obeys, her hands shaking slightly as she undresses. I can feel my cock growing hard at the sight of her naked form, the way her curves and soft skin are displayed for my pleasure.
“Good girl,” I sneer, gesturing for her to come closer. “Now, get on your knees and show me just how sorry you are.”
Her face flushes with shame as she realizes what I’m asking of her. But she knows that she has no choice but to obey. She crawls towards me, her eyes never leaving mine, until she’s kneeling between my legs.