Making My Maid Harem

Maria Hayward

"We have to clean the portraits," said Cali as she led me to one of the cleaning closets hidden throughout the manor. It looked like the maid service room at a hotel. Stocked full of cleaning materials with carts to push them around. "I know this might seem weird, but that's how we keep them contained."

"Okay," I said as she grabbed a cart loaded with various cleaners.

"It's a lot of work," continued Cali, "and I can't do it all on my own. It's always a problem during a transition before we have enough maids to keep this place fully cleaned with ease."

"What happened to the other maids?" I asked. "When my brother-in-law died."

"They moved on," she said. "I'm the only maid that is inherited. The others are bound to their Master."

"Oh, those poor things having to find something else to do with their lives," I said, shaking my head.

Cali just smiled. "Now, we have to be careful with the paintings. We're just wiping them down. We don't want to run through the varnish and ruin the oil paints. So we use a light cleaner on them. We'll want to polish all the metals and use bleach on the statues."

I nodded as we headed to do the work.

It was creepy seeing all these different paintings and statues. Real creepy, but that was life, right? I shuddered at some of the things I'd seen. One on the first floor was of a banquet with a shadow thing on the ceiling with tendrils spreading across the room and starting to reach down to the oblivious guests.

I sprayed it with the cleaner and wiped it with my rag.

I didn't want that getting out.

***

Bella Miles

Lance was acting so weird. He looked so nervous. He ran a hand through his brown hair while his sister stood watch at the entrance of the alcove the way a good maid should. She was acting normal, but Lance was being super weird.

"So, uh, you don't find Kylie being a maid strange?" Lance asked.

I blinked as this lethargy washed over my mind. It was so hard to... worry about Kylie. It was easier to just accept it. Because it made sense. Right? "Why would I? She's your maid."

Yes, just easier to accept it.

"Okay," said Lance. "Um, I was wondering... what do you think about me?"

"You're my best friend," I said, my heart beating so fast. It pounded in my chest. This wild rhythm hammered away. I was scared of this. Frightened. This abyss opened between us. I felt like if I jumped, I might not make it across and lose him.

We were risking our friendship now.

And those words I said made his face sink. They were the wrong words. A flutter of panic swept through me, the crack widening to a canyon. Fear squeezed about my drumming heart now. I struggled to breathe.

"That's... it?" he asked slowly. He stared at me, his eyes full of emotions that I couldn't quite recognize.

This was turning out bad. Oh, so bad.

My cheeks warmed as I said, "Well... I mean..." I had to jump. I had to gamble. "I mean, do you want to be more?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I think I do."

I squirmed there, my heart beating so fast. This was so hard. Why did it have to be hard. "I've always wanted more, Lance, but what if it ruins our friendship?"

Suddenly, a confidence filled him. He stared at me with this grin that split his lips. A big one. Brimming with such force. I couldn't believe how strong it was. He suddenly shifted his grip on the cedar box he held.

"I can guarantee it won't," he said with such masculine certainty.

My breath caught. I stood facing him, my entire body trembling now. This was so insane, but I believed him. "How?"

"Do you trust me?" His blue eyes met mine. They held me.

"Yes," I breathed, my heart pattering so fast. My entire body trembled with excitement. This heat flushed through me. I had loved him since we were children. I was so excited about this. It was an amazing rush to stand here. "Yes, I do."

He opened the box so I couldn't see in it. Then he pulled out a yellow grater. It was soft, the color of dandelions. Of yellow roses. The color of friendship. My breath caught as I stared at it. I wanted that on me. I needed that on me.

"Will you be my maid," whispered Lance as he knelt before me like a man before his love. He held that ring to me.

"Yes," I breathed and suddenly my clothes felt wrong. They had to go.

I peeled off my Voltron t-shirt and tossed it to the side, exposing a white bra containing my round breasts. I reached behind me and unhooked the clasp. I shrugged my bra off my shoulders, unveiling myself to a man for the first time.

To Lance.

My Master Husband.

He groaned at the sight of my breasts. They were round and firm. They quivered as I slid my hands down to my jeans, my fingers sliding hot over my sides to my belly. I reached my jeans as my feet busied themselves. I used the toe of one foot to push on the heel of the other's shoe. I slipped off my tennis shoes in moment.

I popped the fastener off my jeans. The snap echoed through the alcove.

The zipper rasped down. My heart pounded as I stared down at my kneeling Master. He was ready to slide that yellow ring up my leg and make it official. I loved him so much, and now I was his. Utterly and completely his.

I worked off my jeans, my round boobs jiggling and bobbing as I did that. He stared at them with this hunger in his eyes. He licked his lips, just so greedy for my tits. I loved the eagerness in his eyes. He wanted me so badly. That was the sexiest thing in the world.

I stepped out of my jeans then bent down and worked off my socks, my brown hair falling in curls around my burning cheeks. I stared into his blue eyes. They burned with such love for me. I smiled at him, tears stinging my eyes.

I had never been so happy.

I shoved off my panties and exposed my brown bush. My curls dripped with pussy cream. This was so exciting. He breathed in my sweet musk. I could smell how wet I was. I was dripping with my excitement. Just so eager for this moment.

I stepped out of my panties then held out my left leg for him. I shook, whimpering, "Master Husband."

"Husband," he breathed as he slid the garter over my foot. The feel of that silky cloth on my calf sent a tingle that raced up to my pussy. "You're my Wife-Maid?"

"Yes," I moaned as he slid the garter over my knee and onto my thigh. "Your companion and protector. The manager of your estates and your security. Your Wife and Bodyguard, Master. I always wanted to be your wife."

Tears spilled down my cheeks as the garter settled in place on my upper thigh.

"And now I am, Master!" I cried for joy.

My Master Husband rose, took me in his arms, and kissed me.

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