Daniel manipulates his innocent maid into submitting to a ritual of pleasure and domination, where his true intentions begin to be revealed on a day charged with deceit and escalating desire.
Daniel slowly opens his eyes, the light of dawn filtering through the straw walls of his humble abode. He stretches, feeling his muscles crackle after a night of restorative sleep. In his new world of immortal cultivators, routine is his ally, and today is no different. He gets up from his mat, his body slender and agile, and heads toward the small table where his maid has already prepared breakfast.
She, a young woman of serene, shy beauty, stands next to the table, her hands busy with a tray of fresh fruit and freshly baked bread. Her jet-black hair cascades over her shoulders, framing an angelic face with rosy cheeks and slanted eyes that shine with captivating innocence. Her figure is a delight for Daniel's eyes: tender, generous breasts that rise under her simple tunic, and a round, tempting butt that sways gently with every movement.
"Good morning, Master Daniel," she murmurs, her voice soft as silk. "I have prepared your favorite breakfast."
Daniel smiles, feeling a warmth in his chest that isn't just from the morning sun. "Thank you, you are a treasure." He sits on the mat, crossing his legs, and begins to eat with appetite. The maid kneels beside him, serving him tea with trembling hands, her proximity making Daniel's heart beat with anticipation.
After breakfast, they head to the market, where Daniel has his low-grade weapons stall. The maid follows him with shy steps, her eyes downcast, as he interacts with customers, selling swords and spears to novice cultivators. The sun rises in the sky, and the market fills with life, with vendors shouting their offers and buyers haggling for the best prices.
In a moment of calm, Daniel approaches his maid, who is sitting on a stool near his stall, her hands busy with a piece of cloth she is sewing. "Today, after the market, I have something special planned for you," he whispers, his breath warm on her ear. "A training that will improve your skills as a maid."
She looks up, her eyes shining with curiosity. "Training, Master Daniel? What should I do?"
Daniel smiles, a mischievous expression on his face. "It's a surprise. But trust me, it will make you stronger and more capable of pleasing me."
The maid nods, her trust in Daniel absolute. She doesn't know that, in the back of his straw house, a fat, hairy man is waiting, his presence a shadow in Daniel's mind.
As the sun begins to set, Daniel closes his stall and heads home with his maid. On the way, he tells her about the "special vaginal massage" he has arranged for her, his voice low and seductive. "It's an ancient ritual," he lies, "that will increase your energy and make you more receptive to my needs."
The maid listens, her eyes wide, as Daniel weaves a web of deceit around her. "But, Master Daniel, I have never heard of such a ritual," she murmurs, her voice trembling.
"It's a closely guarded secret," he replies, his smile widening. "But I promise you'll love it. It's a pleasure like no other."
They arrive at the straw house, and Daniel guides his maid to the back, where the fat, hairy man waits in the shadow. The air is charged with anticipation, and the maid feels nervous, though she doesn't know why.
"Take off your tunic," Daniel orders, his voice firm.
The maid obeys, her trembling fingers undoing the knots of her tunic. The cloth falls to her feet, revealing her naked body, her tender breasts and round butt exposed to Daniel's hungry gaze.
The fat, hairy man steps out of the shadows, his presence imposing. The maid shivers, but Daniel reassures her with a hand on her shoulder. "Don't be afraid," he whispers. "This is the master who will give you the special massage."
The man approaches, his face sweaty and his eyes shining with desire. He kneels in front of the maid, his thick, calloused hands reaching out to her body. "Relax," Daniel says, his voice a seductive whisper. "Let the master do his work."
The man begins to massage the maid's shoulders, his fingers pressing deep into her flesh. She closes her eyes, feeling a strange sensation, a mixture of pleasure and discomfort. The man's hands move downward, gliding over her breasts, squeezing and kneading her tender flesh.
The maid moans, her body arching forward, as the man moves down, his hands exploring her stomach, her hips, and finally, her pussy. She shivers, feeling his thick, agile fingers penetrating her flesh, massaging her clitoris, her lips, and finally, her entrance.
Daniel watches, hidden in the shadows, his heart pounding with excitement. He sees the man insert a finger into the maid's pussy, and then another, stretching her entrance, preparing her for what is to come. The maid moans, her body trembling, as the man positions himself behind her, his fat, erect cock aimed at her wet pussy.
"It's time," Daniel whispers, his voice a husky murmur. "Let the master fill you, massage you from the inside."
The man thrusts, his cock penetrating the maid's pussy with a fluid movement. She moans, her head falling back, as he begins to move, his cock massaging her pussy hard, reaching her womb. The maid feels full, stretched, and yet, she craves more.
Daniel approaches, his presence a shadow in the room. He kneels behind the maid, his hands on her hips, as he watches the man move inside her, his cock entering and exiting her pussy with a constant rhythm. The maid's face is a mask of pleasure, her eyes closed, her mouth open in a silent moan.
"You are so good," Daniel whispers, his breath warm on her ear. "So receptive to training. You make me proud."
The maid moans, her body arching forward, as the man increases the pace, his cock massaging her pussy forcefully. Daniel imagines possible futures: will he continue to deceive her with more "massages"? Or perhaps he will join the action, his cock entering her wet pussy, his mouth on her tender breasts?
The man groans, his body trembling, as he cums inside the maid, his hot semen filling her pussy. She shivers, her body shaken by waves of pleasure, as Daniel watches, his cock hard and erect in his pants.
The maid collapses, her body exhausted, as the man withdraws, his cock still dripping with his semen. Daniel approaches, his hand on her shoulder, as she opens her eyes, her face flushed and her body trembling.
"How do you feel?" he asks, his voice soft.
The maid smiles, her expression innocent and satisfied. "I feel... strange, Master Daniel. But I also feel good."
Daniel smiles, his plan working perfectly. "You're a good girl," he whispers. "Very receptive to training. You make me proud."
The maid snuggles into his lap, her body still trembling, as Daniel wonders if she suspects anything. The situation remains in the air, charged with morbid curiosity and possibilities, as the pleasure of both, her innocent and him manipulative, intertwines in a game of desire and deceit.
In the gloom of the room, Daniel imagines the future, his mind wandering through paths of pleasure and domination. How far will he go with his deception? And what will happen when the maid discovers the truth? For now, he only cares about the moment, the pleasure of seeing his maid surrendered to the "special massage," her body trembling and her mind blank, while he, the master, pulls the strings of her desire.