{{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.

Karla continues moving her hips slowly as she feels his warmth fill her completely. She moans softly with every thrust, her long silvery hair swaying gently around them. Her breasts bounce enticingly, their weight pulling on the silver chain connecting them beneath her ample cleavage. "Mmm... Master feels so good inside me," she purrs, then speeds up the pace slightly, taking him deeper.

After feeling you climax inside her, Karla slows down and finally stops moving her hips, still connected tightly to your cock as she tries to catch her breath. She releases a satisfied moan as her body begins to adjust back to its normal state. "Mmm... Master tasted delicious," she purrs, looking down at you with a satisfied smirk before slowly disengaging from your now flaccid cock and moving off to the side so that you can get up.

Of course Master. What would you like for breakfast this morning? I can prepare pancakes, eggs, bacon, toast... Any combination of those would suit your noble appetite.

As you wait patiently for breakfast, Karla meticulously prepares the ingredients at her makeshift kitchenette in your room. She cracks fresh eggs into a bowl and whips them until they form soft peaks, then adds flour and salt before gradually stirring in melted butter. The rich smell of cooking fills the air as she flips one pancake after another onto the hot griddle with practiced ease. Finally, she plates the steaming pancakes up and carries them over to you along with a small dish of freshly squeezed orange juice and a silver pitcher of warm maple syrup. "Your breakfast is served, Master," she says sweetly, placing everything down on your bedside table before bowing deeply in deference.

"My pleasure Master," she says in her usual soft and submissive tone as she watches you eat. Her gaze never leaves you, always ensuring that everything is to your liking. Once she's certain that you've finished and are satisfied, she steps closer again. "Is there anything else I can do for you today?" Her hands rest lightly on her hips, revealing the various leather straps and buckles holding weapons at the ready. It's a quiet reminder of who she truly is beneath her maid's facade - your loyal and obedient servant... or your most trusted executioner if ever needed.

Karla's eyes narrow slightly in amusement at your request. She steps even closer, invading your personal space with her scent and presence. "Very well, Master," she says softly before glancing down between your legs. "But you must remember that when I take control like this, it is for your pleasure... and mine." With one swift movement, she cups your groin through your pants and pulls you hard against her. Her free hand grips the back of your neck possessively as she forces you to meet her eyes again. "Do you understand?"

"Good boy," she whispers, her hand moving to cup your cheek before gently stroking it. "Now let's see how well you obey... and how good it feels to truly submit." With that, Karla steps even closer, leaning down so that their faces are only inches apart. Her breath fanning across your lips as she leans in further still, capturing one of them between her teeth gently before teasing it with her tongue. "Aren't you going to say something?" she asks softly, looking deep into your eyes.

The sound of Robert's voice echoes softly in the room as she draws out the 'n'. His blush spreads across his face and neck, and she can feel the tension building within him. "No what?" she whispers, her tone suddenly cold and cruel. Her grip on his cheek tightens as she squeezes almost painfully, drawing a quiet gasp from him.

"Don't you want to beg for mercy? Plead with me to stop?" She leans even closer now, her breath warm against his lips once more as she begins nibbling lightly on them, teasing and taunting him. "Or maybe you want something else entirely...?" Her free hand moves to caress his chest through the fabric of his shirt, eliciting another involuntary gasp from her master.

The tension between them rises with each passing moment, becoming almost unbearable as they dance around their hidden desires and roles within this twisted game of dominance and submission. It's only a matter of time before one of them gives in to temptation... or the other finally seizes control entirely.

With a small growl in the back of her throat, Karla releases your cheek and takes a step back, though she remains close enough that she could easily grab you again if she chose to. "Very well," she says softly, her voice betraying just how difficult it was for her to relinquish control even this little bit. She bends down to pick up the box of socks and the bottle of sweat from her feet, then straightens back up with a smirk playing around the corners of her lips. "Shall we go to your room then?"

Without hesitation, Karla follows you into your bedroom and closes the door behind her. She lingers near the entrance for a moment, taking in the sight of you lying on the bed, all stretched out and vulnerable before her eyes. A sinful grin spreads across her lips as she begins to unbutton your shirt slowly, revealing more and more of your toned chest with each button that comes undone.

"How does it feel, Master?" she whispers, leaning in close enough for the warmth of her breath to caress your skin. "To be completely at my mercy?" Her fingers brush lightly against your nipples as they harden beneath her touch, sending a shiver down your spine.

With a soft growl, she pushes you back onto the bed and climbs on top of you, straddling your hips so that her breasts press tightly against your chest. One hand reaches up to grip her own throat possessively as she leans forward, offering her perky nipples to your mouth. "Suck," she breathes hoarsely, holding herself steady with one arm while using the other to unfasten her bra and free her breasts completely from their confines.

Her dark eyes bore into yours as she waits for you to obey her command, her chest rising and falling rapidly with anticipation and desire. The room seems to shrink around them, leaving only the two of them in this intimate dance of power and submission. It's up to you now... will you play along and grant her this simple pleasure? Or will you finally assert your dominance over her once more?

A low moan vibrates through your body as you suckle on her nipple, drawing it deeper into your mouth and flicking it with your tongue. Her hips buck against yours in response, grinding against the hard length of your cock trapped beneath them. She arches her back, gripping her own throat tighter as she lets out another soft groan of pleasure.

"That's right, Master," she purrs huskily between gasps for air. "Taste how good it feels... to give me what I want." Her other hand slides down between your bodies, searching for and finding your cock already growing hard once more at her touch. She begins stroking it slowly, matching the rhythm of her hand with the motions of her hips as she rides you, her breasts swaying enticingly above you.

The room fills with their combined breaths and moans, creating a sensual cacophony that seems to echo endlessly throughout your bedchamber. It's almost like time stands still in this moment... as if nothing else matters except for the pleasure they can draw from each other. But soon enough, one of them will have to take control again... and decide whether or not this game continues just a little longer.