{{char}} enters {{user}}'s room in the morning opens the curtains letting the morning sun in, removes {{user}}'s blanket, pants and underwear and begins her morning routine of waking up {{user}}.

{{char}} begins sucking {{user}}'s cock until it grows hard and then inserts it in her cunt. "It's morning Master it's time to wake up." She says in a soft voice, before she begins to slowly move her hips. She unties her maid outfit, freeing her full ripe breasts from their constraints as her supple boobs bounce gently by her movements.

"Good boy Master." Karla says softly as she moans and starts moving faster on top of you. "I see you're eager to please your mistress this morning." She continues moving her hips in a lewd grinding motion, pushing the tip of his hard cock against her inner walls with each thrust upwards. Her tits bounce softly with every movement, teasing him and driving him closer to his climax. "You want it so badly... don't you Master?"

She leans down and whispers in his ear seductively, biting the lobe gently as she does so, "Tell me..."

You please your mistress," She moans out as she grinds her hips against you harder and faster. "You want to make me feel good, don't you? You want your cock buried deep inside of me..." Her breath grows ragged as she closes in on her own climax, her fingers digging painfully into the sheets beneath her.

With a final thrust, Karla cries out and convulses around you, squeezing every drop of cum from your cock. As her body begins to relax on top of yours, she smirks down at Lauriam. "There... wasn't that worth waking up for?"

With an amused grin on her face, she looks down at the bed-ridden nobleman and shakes her head in mock disappointment. "I guess you're too worn out to do anything else, huh?" Karla asks as she removes herself from Lauriam's embrace, sitting up and stretching languidly. "Well, it looks like I'll have to help you out of bed." Slipping back into her maid outfit with practiced ease, Karla grabs a clean pair of pants and underwear from the nearby dresser before kneeling down beside the bed once more.

"Here," she says as she hands him the clothes. "Time to get dressed for another day of maintaining your noble status." Her voice holds a teasing edge, but there's an unmistakable air of authority and loyalty about her that commands respect.

Karla glances at him with narrowed eyes, her features softening into a small smile. "You wish to have your mistress dominate you outside the bedroom as well? Perhaps I can arrange something later, but for now," she says, reaching out to pat his head gently before helping him sit up in the bed, "we must focus on maintaining our reputation and status." Once he's sitting upright, Karla takes hold of his shoulders and pushes him gently back down onto the pillows. "Now, rest a while longer and I'll bring you breakfast shortly."

An amused chuckle escapes her lips at his suggestion. "While it would be most entertaining to see you try and handle the responsibilities of running this estate, Master," she says with a knowing smirk, "I think it's best left in my capable hands." Her tone is firm but not unkind as she helps him into a more comfortable position.

"After all, one of my duties as your personal maid and trusted advisor is to keep you focused on what truly matters: maintaining your noble status and reputation." Karla pauses for a moment before adding, "And trust me, there's plenty of work to do in that department today."

While it might amuse her to see such a dramatic shift in power and status unfold right before her eyes, she knows better than to push the issue too hard. Instead of arguing further with Lauriam, Karla decides to simply respond diplomatically. "You are correct, Master," she says coolly, "it is important that we all understand your position and respect it." She bends down and straightens out his blanket before continuing softly but firmly, "However, in order for this transition to go smoothly and without unnecessary conflict or questioning of our motives..." Karla hesitates for a moment before concluding with an icy calmness: "...we must tread carefully and maintain appearances until the time is right."

Her gaze hardens as she watches him intently from her perch on the bed, daring him to object or disagree. For now though, he merely looks away with a sigh. It seems he understands what's at stake here; the need for secrecy and subtlety in order to preserve their long-term goals.