Memory Maid

He woke up in the most extravagant bedroom he had ever seen. A massive canopied bed, a desk with gold trim, an open closet the size of a normal bedroom, lovely chairs, a television set in a wooden frame, chandeliers on the twenty foot ceiling providing dim light...

It was great, but why couldn't he remember his name? Or who he was? He was naked too, which would be a little embarrassing if someone saw him. He figured he was about twenty-something years old, and his brown hair was a little on the longer side.

Just as he got out of bed, the bedroom door opened, and he reflexively dove for the blankets to hide himself. He barely managed to hide his dick when a woman stepped inside; a maid, a good twelve inches shorter than him, and stunningly beautiful. Huge breasts, a frilly maid outfit, and pink hair that made him wonder if he was dreaming.

Hanging from her neck was a golden amulet with a gleaming, purplish opal that shimmered in the light... It just made her chest all the more appealing.

"Oh master! There's no need to hide yourself from me. Tell me, how's your amnesia? Remember anything?"

"I... I don't remember anything. At all. I don't even know who you are, or where I am... Do I seriously have a maid?"

"Yes! I'm your lovey dovey servant! Here to make you happy."

"So I'm rich or something?"

"Fan--tabulously wealthy! You could afford a whole army of maids, but you loved me so much that you just stuck with me alone."

"Do I live with anyone else?"

"Nope, simply you and me, spending our days together in happiness."

"Why can't I remember anything?"

"Oh, it was a most terrible and mysterious affliction... you woke up a week ago with most of your memory gone, and it's been getting worse since then. But since you remember nothing... it can't get any worse, can it?"

"Weird, my head feels fine..."

"Now master, we might as well try to live our lovely little lives as usual. Mayhaps I can interest you in a little pleasure?"

"Pleasure?"

"Our morning ritual."

"Sure..."

The maid came closer and closer to him, and he couldn't help but get a slowly growing erection...

"What's your name, by the way?" he asked.

"Oh, my apologies... It's Vera. Your name is Sebastian."

"Vera, huh? Lovely name. Now what did you mean by pleasure?"

"You'll see... Just lay down."

"Is it sexual?"

"Very."

He thought about it. He thought about his dire condition, how there were certainly better things to be doing at the moment. Then he looked at Vera's breasts again, stared into the deep necklace, and decided that yes, even given the circumstances, it was worth smashing her.

"Go ahead, Vera. Do whatever you like to me..."

"I'll simply do the ordinary morning routine."

He reluctantly pulled the covers off his naked body, and he lay flat on the bed. She hopped onto the bed, her breasts, hair, and necklace all bouncing as she did.

"Fun fact, master... I'm not wearing any panties."

She climbed onto the bed...

~~~~~ ~~~~~

The post-orgasm relaxation was sudden, as was her climbing off of his spent cock.

"Huh?" he said. "Weren't you just over... what..."

"Oh, master, don't you remember all the fun times we just had? I pleasured you for half an hour..."

"I don't..."

Vera smiled, cheerfully.

Then she smiled sadistically.

"Good. My control over your memory is complete. Now for the rest."

"What!?"

"Sleep."

The amulet glowed, and Sebastian fell unconscious...

~~~~~ ~~~~~

Sebastian, wearing his casual pajama pants and a cozy shirt, entered the resplendent dining room, not thinking a thing was off. He hadn't just forgotten everything; he had forgotten that he had forgotten. Everything except Vera, his maid, and the basics of his morning routine, were gone.

"Breakfast is ready!" Vera said, standing next to the end of the long mahogany table, setting the most delicious chocolate chip pancakes he had ever seen on a gleaming white plate.

He was enthralled. Chocolate chip...

"Thank you so much, Vera. You mean a lot to me, you really do."

"Of course! Anything for you, master. And if you'd like, I can climb under the table while you eat, and service you underneath there..."

"Vera... I love you. You're the best and only maid I could ever dream of having."

He sat down, and looked at Vera. She kissed him passionately, and they closed their eyes, Sebastian enjoying this moment, unaware anything was amiss.

Vera pulled her lips away from him.

"Now master... Eat your delicious pancakes while I suck your dick."

"This is the best breakfast I've ever had," he said as she slipped under the table.

He got his fork and knife and started digging in. The first bite was phenomenal, and the second was no less so. The fluffy pancakes melted into the gooey chocolate, and as he ate, he felt Vera pulling down his pants, then his underwear.

"Enjoy," Vera said, and then her lips kissed the tip of his cock.

"These pancakes are the best thing I've ever eaten," Sebastian said as she teased the tip of his erection with her tongue, swirling it around and around and then stopping to rub the opening at the very end of his erection.

Vera abruptly took it into her throat, and Sebastian's mind was filled with almost nothing but pleasure. He looked down from his meal and saw her pretty face sucking joyfully, head bobbing back and forth, back and forth, back and forth...

Nothing was wrong. Everything was right.

Sebastian cut into the pancakes again, finding a glorious pocket of half-melted chocolate inside the pancakes, and naturally, he took his fork and kept digging in.

His erection grew more and more aroused, and her skillful technique and powerful lips were bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. How long had it been? A minute? And he was already about to come. This fact didn't upset him. He was happy he could experience that joyful jolt of pleasure as soon as possible, followed by... what followed orgasm again? He didn't know or care.

"Mmmph," Vera moaned as he came inside her. His erection twitched hungrily, releasing jet after jet of cum as the taste of chocolate pancakes resonated within him, overwhelming his mind with all forms of pleasure.

Then he found out what came after orgasm, which was calm and happiness. Contentment. Joy. The pancakes were even more delicious in his relaxed state, even though his heartbeat still pounded in his ears, even though Vera was still sucking and licking, drawing every last drop of semen out of his erection.

~~~~~ ~~~~~

It didn't take long for him to ravenously devour the stack of pancakes. Vera was standing patiently next to him, watching him eat.

"And how was the meal?" she asked.

"The greatest thing I've ever eaten... thank you, thank you, thank you..."

"No problem. It'll be your last meal as master."

She laughed, and he was confused.

Vera leaned in close, licking her semen-scented lips. "Don't you think it's strange that you can't remember anything?"

"Now that you mention it... wait..."

Concern started to enter him. Yet it was far less than it should have been. He knew it should have felt like an overwhelming concern. Yet what it actually felt like was a minor worry.

"Your mind is fucked up," Vera said. "Devoid of memory. Barely able to reason. And you know this. And you barely care."

"About that, why?"

"You know why. It's me. And you can't think of me as anything other than your lovely, loyal maid."

"I don't understand..." he said. His head felt fuzzy. More chocolate chip pancakes would have been nice. Maybe that would clear it up.

"I know. I betrayed you. I'm delighting in it. Can't you see?"

"No, you'd never..." he said, fully believing his words.

"Isn't it ironic? The master, completely under the maid's control. The master enjoying his scrum-diddly-umptious pancakes and having his dick sucked, the complete slave of the one who served him. God, I fucking love it."

"I don't... Why..." He wanted to think, but his thoughts were in a cage, barely allowed to roam. Something was blocking him. Maybe Vera could help.

"Vera, can you help me?"

"Even though I explained it to your brain-dead stupid little face, you still can't grasp it. Pathetic. Now to do what I've been wanting to do... Sleep, my pet."

The amulet glowed again, and his mind went blank as he stared into it...

"Now, Sebastian, I want you to forget everything once more."

"Yes, mistress," he said once again.

"Erase every last trace of your old identity. You are now the maid. I am your mistress."

"Yes, mistress..."

"False memories fill your mind. Every memory you once had where I was the maid or you were the master, we trade places. I am the wealthy billionaire heiress. You are my slutty, loyal maid girl. You love to please me. You exist only to please me. You love only me. Every word I say is a command to you, a command you can't resist, can't dream of resisting."

"Yes, mistress..."

"You also want to dye your hair pink."

"Yes, mistress..."

"Your name is now Elise. What a lovely rare name. I've never met anyone who had it, yet it's been an obsession of mine for a while. Now say it, pet."

"Elise."

"Tell me what your only purpose in life is."

"To serve you, mistress..."

"Good. Now fall unconscious for me and slump back in that chair while I tinker with your mind a little more..."

Elise did as commanded.

~~~~~ ~~~~~

Elise woke up with a little headache. Something weird happened while she was asleep...

Her moderately sized room in the servants quarters was plain, just as she liked it. It was, after all, just a place to sleep and store clothes and rest. The remainder of the house, just like her, was meant to serve Mistress Vera.

She got dressed, putting on a pretty little maid outfit that seemed a little too small today. Did she grow? Nah. It was always this tight. And the chest area was always this loose. And the panties were always so tight that they felt like they were strangling her penis.

A maid with a penis. Elise giggled. How funny, especially given how Mistress Vera loved using it.

Elise stepped outside, ready to give her Mistress everything she needed for her morning routine. She navigated down the hall, making her way to her Mistress's chambers.

She opened the door. Mistress Vera didn't care if she knocked or not. They were that close. Naturally, her Mistress was inside, just now waking up. Her heavenly, naked body was underneath the covers, in a bed that seemed just a little too small for her.

"Good morning, Mistress Vera!" Elise said. "How was your slumber?"

"Lovely! Now come here, my loyal maid..."

Elise obeyed, approaching.

"What would you like this morning? The usual morning routine? Or something special?"

"Hmmm... I want to teach you a special pancake recipe that only I know."

"Wonderful! I would love to make you some better pancakes..."

It occurred to Elise that she had very little culinary knowledge, and that she had been serving her Mistress food for the past few years. How terrible! Any chance to improve her skills was welcome.

"Now help me dress," Mistress Vera said.

"Of course!"

In the closet were gorgeous dresses in Mistress Vera's size. She ignored the pile of men's clothing that was there for some reason and picked out a lovely outfit for her Mistress.

She brought the outfit over, then started slipping the panties on her Mistress's lovely body. Next was the large bra, which fit snugly and wonderfully on her breasts.

And finally, of course, was the dress, which Elise was all too happy to put onto her.

"Elise, I love you, have I ever told you that?"

"Yes, Mistress. I love you too."

"God, you're so cute in that uniform, you're so loyal... I can hardly imagine you doing anything wrong."

"I can't either. I'm just so smitten with you, I live to serve."

"How about a kiss before we go down to the kitchen?"

"Absolutely, Mistress."

Elise leaned down and kissed Mistress Vera, and they hugged each other in a long, passionate embrace.

Then the kiss and hug were over, and they went downstairs.

~~~~~ ~~~~~

"And this," Mistress Vera said, "is the proper stove temperature for pancakes..."

"You know so much about cooking, it amazes me."

Soon, Elise had some half-done chocolate chip pancakes, and she flipped them in the air for her Mistress's amusement. Hearing the giggles and claps was all the validation she needed.

When they were finally finished, Elise and Mistress Vera went to the dining hall, and Elise happily served the pancakes.

"Can I interest you in anything else?" Elise asked.

"Why, yes... You, under the table, servicing me..."

"With pleasure!" Elise said. As Mistress Vera started eating her pancakes, she ducked under the table, looking at her Mistress's lovely thighs, and the panties up inside her dress. She wasted no time in bringing her head forward, then reaching inside her dress and pulling off her panties.

"Keep going," Mistress Vera said as Elise stuck her face in. She pressed her lips against her lovely pussy, kissing the outside as if she were worshiping it, then stuck her tongue inside.

"Mmmph, yes, keep going," Mistress Vera said with her mouth full.

Elise happily kept licking. She was happy to be in her place. Happy to be making Mistress happy. Happy to have made such lovely pancakes for her.

Arousal filled Elise as she kept licking, switching between probing her Mistress's pussy and focusing on her clit. She went on, and on, and on...

Mistress Vera pressed her thighs against the sides of Elise's head. It was almost heavenly... no, not almost... The depths of Mistress Vera's pussy alone were enough to melt Elise's mind with pleasure, yet the added presence of her dominant thighs simply made it even better.

"Keep going," Mistress Vera said in between bites.

"Mmm mmmphsss," Elise said, mouth thoroughly occupied yet still wanting to respond.

As Mistress Vera came closer and closer to orgasm, Elise knew it was her duty to push her over the edge. She put all her energy into vigorous, rhythmic tongue movements inside her, and used the outside of her mouth to pleasure her clitoris.

"Oh yes, almost there..."

It didn't take much longer for Mistress Vera to come, and Elise felt the lovely clenches of her pussy, a sensation so familiar yet so invigorating, and Elise's mind was in pure ecstasy. She kept pleasuring Mistress Vera throughout her entire orgasm, feeling her erection dripping with precum and soaking into her panties: just the way Mistress loved it.

Soon, Mistress Vera's orgasm was over, and she released Elise's head from her thighs.

Elise slid the panties back on her, and stood up next to her.

"How was it?" Elise said.

"It makes me happy to have brainwashed you and traded places. It feels so good being the mistress..."

Elise laughed. Mistress Vera had great jokes.

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