Ms. Lynette Docea
The magic was fascinating the way it bent the world to benefit Master Hayward. My student was a fulcrum about which the world turned. I wondered if the magic had limits. We were all thralls to it.
Myself, Asuka, and Ming Hu. The others. Slaves to it. The garters let us accept being cum-dumps to one man. To be his personal whores.
His devoted and loving maids.
I should be mad or offended. I should be working to set myself free from my slavery. I knew at an intellectual level I never would have chosen this.
In fact, I would have been horrified and offended to be given the offer, but the magic changed everything. I loved it. I was a happy slave.
A devoted one. I wanted to be with Master Hayward until the day I died.
And I would be with him in my afterlife, too. An eternity of bliss writhing in the Hay protecting humanity from the insanity of the Otherworld.
From all the creatures we thought of as myths and legends.
All the forgotten gods and entities that our ancestors revered and feared and that we had discarded because we believed in knew things.
Ming Hu led the way naked across the campus. She strode without hesitation, the magic keeping anyone from caring. Asuka and I followed in our maid's uniforms.
We drew attention, but I didn't care. We served Master Hayward. We were important.
The library rose before us. It had lots of windows. A rather modern monstrosity that allowed so much natural light in. Not like the libraries of yore that were monoliths of stone.
Heavy buildings guarding their wares with care. Knowledge used to be so scarce, it was valued.
Know any idiot could find all their answers on their phone by asking Google. How could anyone value something so easily attained. No wonder every generation was less educated than the one before it. We were spiraling down into mediocrity.
Well, that wasn't my problem any longer. I served something grander.
We walked into the library itself, an open area in the center for studying surrounded by the stacks. I might consider a librarian, but they had weird degrees these days.
They weren't English majors who studied Shakespeare or read other classics. They had their own degrees on "Library Science."
How hard was learning the dewy decimal system?
I strode along and saw there were quite a few guys here studying. More than there were girls. They were working hard. I glanced at the titles, looking for anything interesting. One girl was doodling instead of reading. She looked overwhelmed by her book on biology.
Probably her science credit that she didn't want to take.
Another was reading a sociology book, so I ignored her. Then I came across a Hispanic girl. She was nodding her head, airbuds in her ears. She had a book open up before her written in German.
There was a black and white picture of a pyramid. She wrote notes down beside her in a clear, crisp handwriting. She had filled the page, each note referencing a section in the book.
She looked up at me and frowned. She popped out her airbuds. The faint sound of music came from them. "Um, yes?"
"Do you speak German?" I asked.
"And Ancient Egyptian," she said, looking rather proud. "Or I can read it since no one knows how it's really pronounced."
"Well, well," I said, setting my cedar box on the table and opening it. I pulled out the second-to-last garter. She would be the penultimate Scholar-Maid. "Welcome to Hayward Manor."
She gasped as she saw the garter. A big smile spread on her golden-brown face, her cheeks dimpling. Her glossy, black hair fell in waves down to her shoulders. She reached for the hem of her t-shirt.
It had a logo that read, "History for Granite," and a pyramid behind it. It was an amusing pun, I supposed. She ripped it off, her round breasts held in a red bra.
"This is so exciting," she said as she reached behind me. "Master Hayward is just such a wonderful man to serve."
"He is," I said. "I'm Lynette Docea, and you are...?"
"Petra," she said, a big smile on her lips as she removed her bra. Her round tits spilled out, her nipples brown and hard. "Petra Jimenez. Thank you for this! I've always wanted to be a maid for Hayward Manor."
"Had you even heard of Hayward Manor before?" Asuka asked as she sat at the table and opened her laptop.
"No," said Petra, a look of awe crossing her face. She unsnapped her high-waisted jeans. "But the moment you opened up the box, I just knew I had wanted this all my life. Like it had been waiting in the depths of my subconscious, ready to awaken in me."
"Interesting," Asuka said.
Was the desire to serve the Master of Hayward Manor residing in the Collective Unconscious? I wasn't sure I believed in that particular theory of Jungian Psychology.
Campbell believed in it. The Hero with a Thousand Faces and all that. Maybe something was lurking in all of us that the magic used.
Fascinating.
Petra wiggled out of her jeans, her boobs bouncing in a delicious way. I played with the gray garter as she shoved her jeans down to her ankles. Then she had to deal with her shoes. She bent over, tits swaying, and unlaced them.
I admired the pair of purple panties she wore. Not coordinating her bra and panties. She winked at me as she hooked the waistband of her panties.
She shoved them off, revealing a thick bush gleaming with her excitement. A wave of heat rushed through me as she pushed off her panties and her socks.
She rose and lifted her left leg, breathing fast. "I'm so ready to be Master Hayward's!"
"Not so loud," an overweight woman pushing a cart of books said. "This is a library."
"Right, right," Petra whispered as she trembled there.
I smiled at her and slipped the gray garter over her leg. It felt so... delicious doing that. A wave of delight washed over me as I worked the garter up and up her leg. I whisked it back and forth, working it higher and higher. I smiled in delight as I left it around her leg.
She stared down at it and smiled. She clapped her hands softly together and let out quiet hisses. I loved the sight. My pussy was so wet. Ming Hu darted over and hugged her fellow new maid, their bodies rubbing together.
It was a delicious sight.
"Mmm," I purred, grabbing my purse and pulling out a strap-on I had brought along to break in any new maids. "Petra, why don't you eat out Ming Hu's pussy while I fuck you in the... ass." I should let Master Hayward enjoy her pussy first."
"Yes, Ms. Docea!" Petra said, grinning.
I smiled at her as Ming Hu sat her rump on the table and leaned back, her small boobs jiggling. She was a petite thing. Short and cute. She pushed up her glasses as she spread her leg. She had a bush just as thick as Petra. Two girls that had better things to do than shave their cunts every few days.
I wasn't one to judge, since I did shave my cunt every few days. Maybe Nancy could recruit a woman who waxed.
A stylist or something so we could keep that sort of grooming in-house. Or, well, I doubted it was hard to learn how to do it.
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