Princess's Exclusive Sex Maid
I've paraded Maki around on all fours with a leash plenty of times, but there are still lots of people who haven't seen her up close. And with Kanelrian vanishing off to who-knows-where, it's the perfect excuse to hire a new lady's maid. So this time, I've decided to officially introduce Maki to everyone as her replacement during the daytime strolls.
"Kanelrian's fired. No idea where she went, so it's only natural. From now on, you'd better memorize Maki's face real good."
That declaration came on Tuesday. Sure, Maki's official role in the maid squad is my personal sex-dedicated maid, but a maid's a maid. I dress her up in that same maid bikini I showed off to my big brother last time. Heh heh, with the lacy headband too, she actually looks the part.
"Your hiring was a done deal ages ago, but if you wanna officially join as my maid, you'll wear nothing but this inside the palace. Got it?"
The princess waved the slave contract stamped with Kaldir's fingerprint right in her face, just in case she tried denying it, and Kaldir meekly replied.
"The clothes... my Owner personally dressed me in... Th-thank you... I'll wear them... aaang..."
"Why so weak-voiced? If you really like it, belt out that sound you do best—right here!"
"Haaang... heuuung... This maid bikini my Owner bestowed on me... it suits me so well... My whole body's burning up hot..."
That signature moan of ours—Maki's best sound. Spot on, but isn't it embarrassing to moan like that in this getup? I didn't even outright order her to wail like a bitch in heat, yet she nailed it perfectly.
The exact outfit my big bro couldn't tear his eyes off for even a second. The bra barely covers the nipples, leaving the areolas fully exposed with just thin black straps holding the white cups in place. The panties? Black ribbon and a faux white apron for that maid vibe, but at its core, it's a slingshot thong that shows off her ass cheeks and thighs without mercy.
While serving as the princess's maid in this palace, the only clothes Kaldir's allowed are probably these shamefully skimpy ones—or even less, like nothing at all. Who knows when she'll earn the "transparent clothes only good people can see," but when that day comes, the princess will get to ogle every inch of Kaldir's naked body as a "bad person."
Truth be told, the princess's secret wardrobe didn't even have a bikini this revealing—not even bunny girl stuff. So the fact that it's a custom order from abroad, hidden away in our honeymoon suite for special occasions... well, let's put that aside for now.
Having passed the thrill of their second secret-closet coming-out, the pair moved on to the simple pleasure of racking up more naughty secrets together. They headed back to the kitchen they'd visited just days ago.
"They say our Maki scarfed down the feed she got here like it was delicious, right? That one... wrapped in pink skin... find some for me."
"Y-yes... yes, Princess! Right away!"
It was daytime, so more maids than on their first visit, but none of the greenhorns jumped at the sight of the princess and Kaldir. These were the ones who'd been hit hard by Kaldir's Seduction Pheromones, suffering withdrawal until cured via drastic exposure therapy. They'd only just returned to kitchen duties, so they welcomed the pair with open arms.
"Haaa... this fragrant smell... yes, this is it. I've been waiting for it to poke back into my nose."
"That exposure therapy bullshit... totally useless. I can't survive even a day without this lewd meat stench... ♥"
Every maid here remembered the exact moment the princess announced, "Kaldir's my new closest attendant from now on." They'd all dropped what they were doing, eyes glued to the girl at her sudden arrival.
They all gazed at Kaldir with loving eyes. Bare except for pasties and a thong, but no looks of contempt—just gratitude. Even after treatment, the aftereffects lingered, so her return with that soothing scent calmed their hearts.
"I saw a bunch of dog food types here last time... you found it quick."
"Heh heh heh, Princess... so, in that spirit... M-Maki...? Just let me touch Maki's ass once..."
"Sorry, no can do. Maki's my property."
"Eeeeng... Princess... you're so mean..."
Less than five minutes after the princess's order, a maid returned with the requested feed, face flushed with lewd heat, begging earnestly—but the princess shot it down cold.
That near-NTR scare with whatever-her-name-was Aurora had their pussies dripping, and yeah, they'd tried tempting Maki into adultery, but that was a one-off. Give these girls a chance to grope Maki's ass? I'd never get a moment to hold her myself. They'd line up all day, stroking away, and the queue wouldn't end.
"Alright, Maki. Now that you're my official maid, do some proper maid work besides sex. You can stand on two legs while cooking... I'll allow it."
Shaking off idle thoughts, the princess—who'd come all the way to the kitchen—decided to have Kaldir cook. From that breakfast alone, Maki's skills were five-star chef level, a proven fact. But she'd finished before I woke up then. One of maids' standard duties is cooking, and I wanted to burn the sight of Maki doing it into my eyes.
"Th-then... pardon me to the maids, but... may this lowly bitch borrow some utensils and ingredients?"
"Of course! Here, marinated steak in sauce—use this!"
"Everyone, make way! There's tons of tasty, healthy veggies here! Take these for Maki!"
"Hey now! No way! How's anyone supposed to live on just grass? Fresh fish right here!"
Not missing Kaldir's official kitchen debut, the maids swarmed, clutching the ingredients they'd been prepping. Amid the chaos, none called her by her real name—all chorusing "Maki" from her dog tag like it'd been rehearsed. Amazing.
'Maki' had no choice but to incorporate a bit of each suggested ingredient, using every tool available to whip up her best. Small portions per item meant course-like servings, but the maids' faces beamed with triumphant compromise.
Thus, 'Maki's' debut dishes: sashimi ringed by veggie towers, luxury fried rice stuffed with sliced steak, seafood spaghetti wound once around a fork... Her skills shone, but each had an odd twist from somewhere.
"Our Maki made these reeking of raw meat, so of course they're delicious... ♥"
"If she'd married me instead of the Princess, I'd have treated her right... such a shame..."
Portion size didn't matter. What counted was 'Maki' bustling about, apron barely shielding splatters, hands flying.
"Nom nom nom... Totally get it. Got myself a good wife."
"O-Owner... saying that... I'm too embarrassed... my juices... I can't hold back..."
The princess, now full-on doting, treated Kaldir as her wife matter-of-factly, sharing the meal with the maids. This reaffirmed the bonds that might've frayed with Kaldir's arrival.
Somehow tsukkomi-style rice bowls, but flavors were divine. They say marrying a good cook means lifelong happiness—without pussy juice or milk sauce, and still this good? My mouth won't go bored for life.
"Ta-da! Maki's kitchen debut... a smashing success! Woo-hoo!"
The princess—who'd craved Kaldir daily, skipping meals—devoured the pea-sized courses in seconds. Once knife and fork were set aside, she led the applause, maids joining in for Kaldir.
Kaldir just shed joyful tears at humans loving her lowly bitch cooking so much. No words of thanks came—only mung, mung mung mung, mung... Her unconscious dog impression only fueled hotter cheers.
In response, Kaldir cheerfully scrubbed dishes with crisp sounds. Everyone watched our cute Maki to the end.
Business done. They'd grabbed an extra feed bag too—just in case. Having tested Kaldir's cooking on the spot, the princess turned to leave.
Dildo disengaged, but anal beads reset in her rear, Kaldir crawled on all fours as ordered, matching front and back paws to the leash's pull.