Just two weeks ago, I had eagerly accepted a job at the antiquated library nestled in the heart of downtown. The owner, a kind but frail elderly man, had sought my help as a supplier.
He approached me one day and requested that I clean and organize the basement. The space was a disaster, filled with books scattered everywhere. I dedicated most of my time to tidying up and arranging everything.
As I was tidying up a shelf, one of my fingers got pricked by something sharp. I instinctively pulled my hand back and put my finger in my mouth to soothe the pain. Upon closer inspection, I found that the culprit was a small wooden chest tucked away on the shelf. Without hesitation, I opened it and discovered a smooth, rock with red peculiar symbols etched into its surface. Driven by curiosity, I picked up the rock to get a better look at it. A drop of blood from my finger fell onto its surface. Suddenly, the rock began to glow with a bright red light before returning to its normal appearance as a plain grey stone, devoid of any symbols.
"What's your name?" A female's voice echoed through the basement, startling me to the point where I stumbled and fell onto the cold floor. The stone I had been holding slipped from my grasp and clattered to the ground. "Who's there?" I asked nervously, scanning the room for the source of the voice. "Don't bother searching for me, I'm inside your mind," The voice answered, its echoes bouncing off the walls of the basement. Or maybe it was just reverberating in my head? "What is your name?" it asked again. "My name is Stanley," I responded, feeling a tinge of nervousness. "Who are you?" "You summoned me. My name is Belina. You don't need to talk outloud; it's all taking place within your own mind." "I didn't call for you," I stated. "You left your blood on my rock," Belina responded. "It wasn't intentional," I explained. "Well, our fates are now intertwined, dear Stan. I am a part of you." "And what exactly are you?" I inquired with fear. "I am many things, but your life will never be the same again," she said cryptically.
Glancing at my watch, I realized it was time to lock up the book store and head home. As I strolled down the familiar streets towards my house, Belina commented on how much the world had changed, noticing the large houses along our route. She told me that the last time she had seen the world was during the Middle Ages. She was full of curiosity and must have sensed my frustration with answering her questions. "If you will allow me, I can access your knowledge and find the answers myself," she suggested. "Fine, but let's try to limit the questions," I responded.
Upon returning home, I immediately noticed the state of our messy living space. My roommate Miles had clearly neglected to do any cleaning today. As I walked into the living room, I saw him lounging on the couch, engrossed in a video game. "Hey Stan, what's up?" he asked without looking away from the screen. "Not much, just wondering why you didn't bother cleaning the shared areas," I replied. "It's clean enough," Miles retorted. Frustrated with his lack of effort, I wordlessly retreated to my own room. It seemed like I would have to clean up after him once again.
Belina remarked, "You seem upset." I grumbled, "No kidding! He never cleans up after himself and it's always me who has to do all the work around here." Belina offered, "I can help you with that, if you want." I rolled my eyes. "How? You're just an annoying voice in my head." Belina chuckled. "Allow me to demonstrate." I shrugged "Ok whatever" and flopped down on the bed.
After a few minutes, I heard some noise coming from the kitchen. Curiosity getting the better of me, I made my way to investigate. As I entered the kitchen, I was taken aback by what I saw. A seductive woman was on all fours scrubbing the floor in a revealing French maid attire. Her short skirt barely covered her bare pussy.
"Excuse me, but who are you?" I asked, feeling confused and taken aback. The girl hastily rolled over in surprise. "Hello, Master," she said with a smile. "I am your new maid." My confusion only grew. "I didn't hire a maid. Did Miles hire you?" I asked, feeling embarrassed seeing her body. The girl's smile remained unchanged as she replied, "I don't know anyone named Miles. I am here solely to serve you."
Miles must have played a joke on me. I stormed into the living room to confront him, but he was nowhere in sight. Frustrated, I returned to the kitchen where the maid was still tidying up. "I'm not sure why you're here, but there's been a mix-up," I stated. She responded confidently, "No I'm here to I obey every order you give me." But I knew that couldn't be true. It was probably just another one of Miles' pranks and he was likely hiding somewhere nearby. "Well, if that's the case, stop cleaning and come blow me," I said, testing how far she would take this master-slave dynamic
Without hesitation, the maid approached me and unfastened my jeans. I didn't think she would go any further, but when she let go of my pants, I realized that my body had already responded to her seductive nature. She then surprised me by proceeding to take my cock in her mouth. She had definitely crossed a line.
Belina's voice echoed in my head, interrupting the pleasure of this woman blowing me. "Do you like it?" she asked. I was too caught up in the experience to answer, but she continued, "I transformed Miles into your sexy maid."
"WHAT?!" I exclaimed in shock and forcefully pushed the maid away from my dick. "This can't be happening!" I protested. "You gave me your permission," Belina retorted. "How...?" I began to question. "Who are you talking to, Master?" The maid's words jolted me back to reality. "Did you not enjoy what I was doing?" she asked innocently.
"I told you, I am many things and now we are one" Belina said. "Turn him back" I demanded. "This isn't what you truly desire; I've seen your thoughts. You were tired of him. And as your servant, it's what he deserves to be."
Her words rang true. I couldn't bear to be around Miles for one more second with his constant messiness, and now, in this new body, everything was just as it should be. I looked at her still on her knees. "Why are you talking alone?" she asked.
"Shut up and fuck me," I blurted out, unable to contain my desire any longer. Without a word, the maid walked towards me. I sat down on a nearby chair and she lowered herself onto my throbbing member.
"I prefere that attitude" said Belina with malicious voice.