Ever since I started working for Mister McAlister, my life has become this incredibly fulfilling journey of duty and blissful devotion. I’ve always been pretty open and adventurous when it came to my own sexuality, but even that didn’t quite prepare me for my extended duties as a live-in maid.

 

But to be completely honest, I’m so gratified that job description turned out to be so erotic.

 

Once a few weeks had passed, Mister McAlister finally informed me of my extended sexual duties as well as offering me to live in his home. I would have been shocked if I didn’t already know that signing the employment contract meant that I was now Mister McAlister’s property.

 

It was just that simple.

 

And besides…

 

I was already dripping with anticipation and hoped that he would make use of my extended duties.

 

I’m not sure why I never realized how much I loved to be of sexual service before, but I’m glad Mister McAlister was able to see that side of me. Every day, I can’t help but be profoundly grateful to be able to take care of his incredible home.

 

As well as his pleasure…

 

The pleasure of my service grows more and more as I cook and clean around the house. I want for nothing as my days are filled with endless tasks I can ignore just about as much as breathing.

 

To say that I ‘work’ in Mister McAlister’s home is a mere play on words to describe my role in his home. In truth… It’s been months since I considered anything I do in his home as work. Everything has become second nature in a way that makes me smile all day long.

 

My life has a wonderful and noble purpose now.

 

My pleasure is service and service is my purpose.

 

To know that I came to this euphoric realization under the care of such a wonderful man only pushes me to channel all my energy and thoughts into my service to him.

 

Nothing else in my life has ever come close to feeling as fulfilling as being his good maid. To be owned…

 

The fact that he has free use and enjoys the many pleasures of my body and talents only sinks me deeper into my own incredible pleasure. I’ve never been as aroused and happy in my life!

 

“There you are!” I heard a familiar voice call me out of my reverie. “My husband is just about ready for my performance so would you be a dear and go get my materials?”

 

I looked and smiled as the Mistress leaned on the doorframe, wearing a silk bathrobe to hide her exquisite modesty.

 

“Of course Ma’am.” I said as I bowed low. “I’ll bring them to the playroom right away.”

 

“Good maid…” I heard her say.

 

Sending an erotic thrill down my spine as my heart started to pound in my chest. When I looked back up, she winked at me and disappeared down the corridor.

 

I smiled and made my way towards her workshop. The Mistress was such an enigma to me. From moment to moment, her demeanor would change from this incredibly elegant and sharp  mature Lady to a manifestation of her erotic works.

 

It wasn’t odd though, the Mistress simply embodied blissful sensuality. I knew better than to ask too much of her when her mind set was deeply sunk into that creative space. Her response came slow and incredibly measured. She lived her art fully simply by being in the moment of her sexuality.

 

Her body certainly was a beauty to behold.

 

Somewhere in the depths of my mind, I felt like the artist herself was a work of art the Master of the house had carefully crafted.

 

But that was pure nonsense.

 

The Mistress was simply a stunning example of womanhood. I couldn’t help but be mildly attracted to her sumptuous curves and talented intellect.

 

Granted, I always found women attractive, but there never was much allure for me to pursue an active sexual encounter. Since part of my exciting duties included fulfilling Sir’s sexual desires, I had engaged in quite a few exotic trysts with the Mistress.

 

All for his pleasure of course, but along the way, it soon became clear that my sexual appetite loved the adventures I had with his wife.

 

There was just something deeply erotic about the Mistress of the house…

 

I reached her workshop and admired the progress she had made on her latest canvas. The stunning colors she used never failed to reach in and move me. She always managed to depict her scenes with such vibrant colors.

 

I was so proud to work for such a talented artist!

 

I sighed and gathered all the required materials she requested before hurrying off to join them in the playroom. I felt a familiar rush of arousal as I approached and heard the sounds of lust emanating from the room.

 

I was admittedly shocked the first time I witnessed the Mistresses unique performance. I mean… I knew Mister McAlister entertained a select variety of beautiful women. That part didn’t shock me at all since I would sometimes be asked to serve in some capacity or another during those wild evenings. The fact that they were both so openly polygamous was certainly not a secret.

 

After all, my duties DID include sexual free use and ownership.

 

What did shock me however when I was able to witness the Mistress’ complete performance first hand.

 

I remember how stunned I was when the couple went from enjoying the intense sexual pleasure to calmly using the stunning blonde as a canvas. As I watched the stunning blonde bounce her way to a powerful orgasm on Sir’s cock, I couldn’t believe it when she suddenly froze.

 

Right at the very peak of her release…

 

The woman stayed like that until the Mistress was done making a paper mache mold of her features. I still can’t wrap my head around how the Master of house could convince the beautiful woman to stay completely immobile for so long.

 

Especially since she did so while experiencing a visibly profound orgasm.

 

I could never hope to keep myself frozen in place like that as such powerful emotions and pleasure invaded my body. I had always prided myself on being able to experience a wide range of delicious orgasms, but to be honest, my experiences before I started my sexual duties here paled in comparison to the shear power behind the releases I experience here.

 

Knowing how good it feels to be fucked by Mister McAlister, I was shocked and amazed that she could stop herself mid orgasm and stay completely frozen in place like she did. Not to mention that she was surely being distracted by the Mistress and her cold wet sticky papers.

 

The shock was brief however and those questions never crossed my mind again.

 

I entered the playroom and saw that today’s model was a voluptuous dark haired woman. She was already lost in the throws of her passion and she bounced herself on his cock while facing him. I felt a new rush of heat between my legs and idly hoped that he would need my services later in the day.

 

I brought the requested items to the table next to them and was rewarded by a sharp slap on the ass as I moved away. I blushed as I saw how much lust he had for me even as he fucked the beauty sitting in his lap. I watched the proceedings for a little while and couldn’t help but squeeze my thighs together as I watched the Mistress let her bathrobe fall to the floor and join in.

 

I had seen her performance often enough to know that their guest was about to reach heights of pleasure she surely wasn’t ready for. I hadn’t been ordered to join them however so my need to finish my chores soon became overwhelming. I pushed down my arousal and left the helpless vixen to endure the couple’s lust.

 

I went through a mental list of what was left of my chores and smiled when I realized that I hadn’t dusted the gallery yet. Extending my erotic reverie by going there just seemed like the perfect excuse to keep feeding the pleasure simmering inside me. As I stepped into the vast well-lit room, I immediately made my way to the sculptures. I delicately started to brush away the dust as I admired the Mistress’ handiwork.

 

The new model, which was no doubt nearing her moment of blissful release, would bring the total to 7 and would definitely complete the collection nicely. Each exquisite sculpture was a perfect rendering of each woman’s moment of unrestrained pleasure as they enjoyed themselves on her husband’s cock.

 

As I admired the purest expressions of pleasure before me, I could easily see why the Mistress immortalizes the woman that grace her husband’s bed. Each one was so unique, yet powerfully similar as they evidently shared the overwhelming pleasure they all came to experience with him.

 

Like an homage to her loving husband… Through the orgasms or their guests…

 

The boiling pleasure kept me nice and aroused as I made my way down the row of paper mache sculptures. Every one of them was a perfect depiction of their moment of euphoric release. A unique and deeply erotic collection that brilliantly show cased their sexual adventures.

 

I still couldn’t fathom how Mister McAlister managed to convince each one to go through with it, but I had stopped wondering about it because the Master of the house told me it wasn’t important for me to understand.

 

So I knew I didn’t need to think about it or try to puzzle it out.

 

I felt my arousal rise more and more as scenes from each lady’s moment of passion vividly played out in my mind while I dusted them. One had been straddling him while another was lying on her back, legs in the air…

 

Fuck… I still remember cleaning his cock while the Mistress busied herself with that one. Mister McAlister always stayed and watched his darling wife perform her art and on some rare occasions, I was used to help take care of the arousal he felt.

 

After all… He couldn’t very well fuck the model while his wife tried to capture her facial expression.

 

I’m still amazed at how life like the Mistress manages to transform that mold into the masterpieces she displays in her private gallery. Somehow, she refines and paints each of them with so much detail that I can clearly recognize each bust and associate them to the model that inspired them.

 

Well… Almost…

 

I’m still utterly perplexed by one of the sculptures in her collection. I’m told it was the very first one she did and for some reason I’m convinced she created it after I started to work here. Furthermore, the way her face portrays the powerful release she experienced hints at something swimming around in my memories.

 

Her face is so familiar to me…

 

Yet, I can’t recall where I saw that woman before and every time I come to brush away the dust from her enraptured features, I can’t shake the feeling of déjà vue…

 

The Master of the house told me that the model in question also posed naked for quite a few tasteful oil paintings. Some more risqué than others and he was rather proud of how well his Wife portrayed her.

 

A lot of their friends were fans and always got into a bidding war whenever the Mistress created a canvas with her.

 

This bothered me at first. If this stunning woman has been modeling for the Mistress so much, how come I never seemed to meet her? I’ve been called out to help with all the other models so why not with her?

 

Seems odd…

 

But the Master of the house reassured me and told me to forget all about her.

 

So of course…

 

I did.