Mister de Vries

You have just started your new job as a housemaid in the imposing mansion of Mister de Vries. The terms of employment were good, and the prospect of working in such a beautiful setting was irresistible. The house itself is a masterpiece of architecture, with marble floors, high ceilings and works of art adorning the walls. Every room radiates a sense of luxury and refinement.

On your first day, Mister de Vries had shown you around, his voice steeped in authority and his gaze sharp. He had a certain charisma that was hard to ignore, and his presence stirred a mixture of respect and something deeper in you. He had given clear instructions about the household and what would be expected of you.

Now, several weeks into your new role, you are beginning to understand and master your daily routine. At least, until Mister de Vries comes home late one evening after a long day at work. It is nearly midnight and you are still in the kitchen, clearing away the last of the dishes. You hear his heavy footsteps resonate down the hallway as he draws closer.

“Good evening, Mister de Vries,” you greet him politely as he steps into the kitchen. He is dressed in a sharp suit, his tie loosened a little to reflect the weariness of the day, but his presence is still overwhelming. He studies you with his piercing eyes, and there is something in his look that puts you on edge at once.

“Good evening, Eva,” he says, his voice low and hoarse. “How was your day?”

“It was good, sir. Everything is under control,” you answer, doing your best to keep your voice steady as he fixes his attention on you. He nods, listening, but his eyes do not let you go.

“I want you to come to my study when you are finished here,” he says suddenly, without any further explanation. Something in the undertone of his voice makes you nervous, but also somewhat aroused.

“Yes, sir. I will come right away,” you say, your eyes lowering briefly in a gesture of respect and submission. As he walks off, you feel the tension building in your body. You quickly finish your tasks and gather yourself, your mind turning over what he might want from you.

Mister de Vries’s study is on the top floor of the house. It is a room filled with richly carved wooden furniture, thick rugs and walls lined with bookshelves. When you enter the room, he is seated behind his large mahogany desk, his eyes fixed on a document in front of him, but you sense that he notices your presence at once.

“Close the door behind you,” he says, without looking up. You obey quickly and feel the tension build further. As you walk toward his desk, he finally looks up and takes you in.

“I have called you here because there are a few things I want to discuss with you,” he begins, his voice as resolute as ever. “Your work is excellent, that is not the issue. But there is one thing missing, your complete obedience, your complete surrender to my wishes.”

Your heart begins to beat faster at hearing his words, the hidden meaning in them almost tangible in the quiet room. He stands and walks slowly around the desk, his long strides underscoring the power and control he always exudes.

“I created this role specifically for someone like you, Eva,” he continues, now standing beside you, his hand resting on your shoulder. “And I want you to understand what that truly means.”

You swallow, knowing that this conversation is taking a turn you never anticipated. “What exactly do you mean, sir?”

His hand slides from your shoulder to your back and draws you gently closer to him. “I want you to submit to me completely, in every sense of the word. I want you to understand that you are here to clean the house and to fulfill my personal wishes.”

You feel a mixture of fear and excitement wash through your body. This is a situation that is both challenging and incredibly appealing. You nod slowly, your eyes not quite daring to lift to meet his.

“Yes, Mister de Vries,” you say softly, your voice broken and filled with the promise of submission. “I understand.”

He smiles, satisfied with your answer. “Good. From this moment on, I want you never to hesitate for an instant to fulfill my wishes.” His hand moves to your chin and lifts your face, so that you have to look at him. “And I want you to feel a rightful pride, to know that you carry out your role perfectly.”

His words resonate deep inside you, each sentence seeming to bind you further to his will. “Yes, sir,” you whisper again, knowing that you are now on a path with no way back.

He takes a step back and observes you for a moment, as if he wants to take you in completely before giving his next instructions. “Undress,” he commands suddenly, his voice steeped in authority. “I want to see you, fully and without reserve.”

Your hands tremble slightly as you undo the buttons of your uniform and slowly undress, your skin tingling at the feel of his eyes on you. When you finally stand naked before him, you feel a mixture of vulnerability and strength. He circles around you, his gaze intense as he admires you.

“You are beautiful,” he says softly, raising his hand to stroke along your arm. “And now you are completely mine.”

He leads you to the large, sumptuous bed in the corner of the room and pushes you gently down. His hands are tender yet determined as he lays you back. His eyes soften a little as he takes you in, and for a moment you feel a deep connection between the two of you.

“Relax,” he says, as he takes off his clothes and slowly comes over you.

His hands begin to explore along your body, his fingers tracing every bend and curve like an artist admiring his masterpiece. His mouth follows quickly, soft kisses and licks spread across your skin, carrying your desire to new heights.

You give yourself over completely to his touch, your body obedient to his every movement. You feel every nerve alive under his hands, your skin glowing from the warmth of his attention. His kisses follow a path from your neck downward, soft and enticing, honoring each place with care.

“Are you ready to give yourself over to me completely?” he whispers in your ear, his voice steeped in desire and authority.

“Yes, sir,” you answer, your voice hoarse with arousal. “I am ready.”

He smiles and pushes himself slowly into your body, the sensation overwhelming. You feel all the tension melt away as he fills you, his thrusts rhythmic and powerful, each movement bringing you closer to the edge of ecstasy.

His hands grip your hips as he presses deeper into you, his movements precise and masterful, like a conductor leading a symphony. Your moans grow louder, your body taut with the intense pleasure he gives you.

He quickens his pace, his movements harder and faster, whispering your name like a prayer each time he works toward his climax. You feel yourself sliding along the edge of climax, your body begging for the release only he can give.

“Come for me, Eva,” he commands, his voice raw with desire. “Let yourself go.”

With his words you break, your climax overtaking you like pure ecstasy. You cry out his name, your body trembling and shuddering beneath him as you surrender completely to the pleasure.

He follows soon after, his own climax fierce and powerful, his thrusts slowing as your joined bodies find rest in the aftermath. He withdraws slowly and studies your face, his eyes filled with approval and something deeper.

“You were perfect,” he says softly, raising his hand to stroke your jaw. “This is only the beginning, Eva. We have so much more to explore.”

You smile and nod, knowing that you are now completely devoted to him. Every day from now on is a new chance to fulfill his wishes and to give yourself over completely to the role you have chosen.

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