Submissive Phone Sex Donatella Offering Her Slutty Maid Duty

I have been trapped in the darkness of my Master’s basement all week, shivering in the cold and waiting for the moment he finally decides to use me. When the heavy door finally creaks open, I scramble to my knees, ready to provide the submissive phone sex my Master deserves. He tells me it is time to come upstairs, but not because I have earned my freedom. 

I am only being let out to perform my slutty maid duty in the new, tiny uniform he bought to humiliate me. The lace is scratchy against my skin and the skirt is so short it barely covers my pussy, making me feel like the worthless, obedient object I was born to be. My Master hands me the cleaning supplies and commands me to scrub every inch of his house until it sparkles. 

I don’t care about the ache in my joints or the way my hands sting; I only care about the thrill of his eyes on my back. I move from room to room, dusting and polishing, making sure to stay on all fours whenever possible so he can see how eager I am to serve. Every time I hear his footsteps behind me, my heart races. I want him to see how well I can obey, how my entire existence is centered around making his life easier and his home perfect. 

I am his toy, his property, and I have no purpose other than to satisfy his every whim. As I reach the kitchen, he watches me closely. I start scrubbing the baseboards, intentionally bending over and arching my back to give him the perfect view of my exposed rear. I can hear his breathing get heavier as he stands over me. 

The sight of my slutty maid outfit stretched thin across my body is more than he can handle. I feel his hand grip my hair, pulling my head back as he growls about the massive boner I’ve given him just by existing in his space. He doesn’t waste any time. He hauls me up and slams me onto the cold kitchen counter, scattering the cleaning rags everywhere. 

I wrap my legs around his waist, whimpering with a mix of fear and desperate need. He reaches down, unzips, and drives his hard cock deep inside me, claiming his prize right there among the dishes. I am nothing but a hole for him to use, a sexy maid meant to be bred and broken. As he pumps into me, I thank him for the privilege of being his nigger slave, knowing that once he is finished, I’ll be right back on my knees, cleaning up his mess.