James stared intently at the clock. There was only a minute left of school, and it passed by at an agonizing pace. His teacher was already saying her farewells as students began to pack their supplies. James however, had already done so. He had a habit of slowly putting what he no longer needed away so that when the time came, his desk was already clean and all he had to do was walk out. Not that it really mattered, since he could walk out any time he pleased.
James lived in a city near the coast of California called Sorrowsworn. It was appropriately named, founded, and still controlled by the Sorrowsworn family. It was a small city with no more than a dozen or so schools. Even so, the town prided itself on education and cultivation. The main source of this pride was the very school James attended. Education in Sorrowsworn was advance even down to primary schooling, but it was the high school, Sorrowsworn Academy, where it really all came together. Those who graduated often received education and experience enough to secure them a very well-paying job or an entrance into nearly any college respectively.
The small size of Sorrowsworn did not match the enormous scale of its power. The products produced within it were top notch. They could be found in almost every corner of the world, and the town itself had a street dedicated to all its products. There was even a world-class hotel that was quite the tourist attraction. Geographically speaking, Sorrowsworn was near the ocean. This meant that it had its own coastal businesses that generated part of the city’s immense revenue. For a small town, Sorrowsworn had a large reach. Suffice to say, there was not a place on Earth that did not know of the city and the family that ruled it.
Being a Sorrowsworn himself, James was proud to be part of such a prominent family. He was excited for the day where he would be as prominent as his father or one of his father’s siblings. There was a sense of comfort James felt knowing he did not have to worry about his future. His family had already paved it for him and all he had to do was walk down the path.
To James’ relief, the bell finally rang, and he sprung out of his chair. He was the first one out and was greeted by a manner of people as he walked to his ride. James noticed that ever since he turned eighteen a week ago, every girl’s gaze seemed to be fixed on him. This put a smirk on his face as the other male students glared at him. He was not going to hide it; James knew he could get any girl he wanted. He knew this was mostly due to his wealth, but he was not a pushover in appearance either. He was fairly intelligent and quite athletic. His mother used to tell him that he was born with Adonis’ body as well as Athena’s wisdom. He never believed it to be true, but it did give him a boost of confidence.
After all, James stood at a height of six feet and four inches. He was by no means a true giant, but he was taller than most others. He prided himself on his well-built physique. His arms and legs were defined and muscular. A quick glance would suggest that he was powerful with stamina to match. James had a strong chest and core that he loved to flaunt often by wearing tight shirts under his unbuttoned dress shirts. With regards to his face, James had a strong jaw that complimented his cheeks. The proportions of his nose and ears provided the final piece of pleasant symmetry to his face. When it came to his eyes, they were a nice blue hue that shined an insistent aquamarine color. Topping his head was short light brown hair that bordered on blonde. It was combed into a spiky shape and slicked back like that of a celebrity. All these traits combined gave James an appearance that easily made women swoon.
Luckily for James, he was happy that those traits alone were enough to satisfy the handful of women he had been with so far. While he had bedded his fair share, he knew he was by no means a professional. He just knew enough to satisfy them. In all honesty, his sexual techniques were quite basic. He relied more on size and appearance rather than skill. Even so, he knew it was more than enough for all the women he had been with. Besides, now that he was a proper graduated adult, he expected he would have more than enough opportunities to improve with future partners. James particularly focused on the word “partners.” With his reputation, he knew was going to be sleeping with plenty of women. He even dreamed of maybe more than one at the same time. The thought made James smile as he reached his limousine. A driver greeted him and opened the door for him. Before he could step in, he was approached by a group of his friends.
“Count on James to leave school in style on the last day,” one of them said.
“Very funny, John,” he replied. “You know I leave school like this every day, right?”
“Yeah, yeah,” John replied with a laugh. “Still up for hanging out at the beach next Friday? Catch some sun, waves, and girls with us?”
“And completely ignore the graduation ceremony? Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” James said as he got inside his ride.
“Where to, Young Master?” asked the driver.
“To Sorrowsworn Estate,” James answered. “I just want to go home.”
The limousine drove as James stared out the window. It took a little over twenty minutes to reach the north side of town where Sorrowsworn Estate rested. As they passed the gates and entered the property, it was definitely not a conservative home. The house was practically a castle on top of the steady hill it stood on. Sorrowsworn mansion was a three-story structure made of concrete and stone. It was an immovable marvel that appeared as if it could withstand a siege. It had rested atop the hill of the estate for nearly a century. The rock had aged into a pale gray and vines adorned the walls. The windows that littered the walls were both tall and wide. The glass was stained so the house would exude a prominent regal aura. Attached to each side of the house were smaller house-like structures. These were the four maid wings. It was in these wings where the servants that tended to the family resided.
With regards to the grounds, the lawn that Sorrowsworn mansion was built upon was as green as can be. Not a blade of grass seemed to stand taller or shorter than another. It was a perfect depiction of Elysium. The many flower gardens were neatly kept and boasted an assortment of plants both domestic and exotic. Each one looked as if they belonged to a magazine cover. As he took in the sight, James knew no other place that he would rather call home. Sorrowsworn Estate was and always would be his home.
James quickly got out of the limousine where he was greeted by two butlers who took his belongings. He entered the house and went past the main entrance, down the main hall, up a set of stairs, down another hall, and directly into his room. It was quite large, easily the size of a fancy apartment. Here, James spent most of his time. He had everything he needed from beverages to snacks as well as all manners of electronics. His bathroom was practically another whole room right next to what was basically a theater set up for television and movies. He usually spent the days of summer on his computer or leafing over old texts. The only times he usually left were when he had to eat, exercise, or have friends over. It being the end of school, James found it appropriate to celebrate by looking at some porn on the web.
As of turning eighteen, he no longer had to hide this fact to his father, and he had taken advantage of his wealth by signing up for a few porn sites. James was into all manners of eroticism whether real or animated. He found a particular fondness for the animated kind, mostly because the situations were unique and appealing. There was a sense of fantasy that the real world could not easily capture that drew him to it. After all, without the constraints of reality, the sexual possibilities were limitless.
Recently, he found himself visiting a rising website that was founded by some internet buffs. Their success and devotion had sensationalized them to the point that James knew the website would not be free for much longer. He appreciated that it was free, but he was willing to support it even if that were to change as long as the quality remained stellar.
Now on the site, James looked at the updates and found a few new manga and comics that he might give a read. He was reminded and became slightly frustrated that he had not had a real woman in over a month. Despite being destined for success through his family, James was still very competitive in any hierarchical structure. Because of this, he had spent all his time and effort into finishing school at the top of his grade. In fact, he noticed that he had not even masturbated for the past two weeks. The thought made James double his efforts in his search for sexual release. Just as he had opened a few stories on some new tabs, there was a knock on the door that killed his libido. He closed the windows quickly as he heard a woman’s voice.
“Young Master?” a voice asked. “Are you inside?”
“Yes,” answered James hiding his irritation. “Come in.”
The door opened and revealed one of the house’s maids. James looked her up and down before looking her in the eyes. He knew his father had a knack for enlisting the occasional handsome man or beautiful woman to take care of the house, but this woman was a cut above the rest. James knew he was not the best person since he never cared or bothered to get to know the help. He was never one for paying attention to them as long as they did what he asked of them, but now he could not help but give all his attention to this woman in front of him. She was truly a beauty unlike anything he had ever seen. In fact, she was so eye-catching that James felt his irritation completely disappear. “What is it?” he asked.
“Your father has called for you,” she said. “He would like for you to follow me.”
“What does he want?” James asked another question.
“He said you might ask such a question,” she said. “He told me to inform you to simply follow me.”
“Alright,” said James. “I hope this goes by quick.”
The maid led James out of his room, and he followed close behind her. He enjoyed watching her walk in the maid outfit that he considered a crime if the public saw. It was practically similar to what he saw in his readings on the website he frequented. The frills, apron, and stockings all matched some of the girls he saw. James could not help but continue to notice how alluring this woman was that walked in front of him. He guessed she was about shy of a foot shorter than him with a very curvaceous body to which the dress hugged tightly. With nothing else to do on the walk, James focused on the figure in front of him.
Her legs were slim and shapely from what he noticed the stockings covered. With the short skirt, James got a great view of her thighs, which eventually disappeared behind the swishing fabric that he believed was hiding a very round and perfect sized bottom. Her hair cascaded down just a few inches past her shoulders in waves of chestnut brown. James remembered looking her up and down in his room, taking note of the fact that she didn’t have much of a chest. She was by no means small, however. James estimated that she must have been a little smaller than a C-Cup. What really caught his attention however, were her eyes. They were an icy blue and stared with a strange complacency. To James, they gave of a somber sense of lifelessness. It was almost like he was staring at a doll. “What’s your name?” James asked.
“I am Cecelia Estheim,” she said, her face maintaining its emotionless expression.
“Have you been under my father’s service long?” James asked another question.
“I have been serving this house for ten years since I was twelve,” Cecelia answered. “Even before I served, I have been raised here since I was much, much younger.”
“Twenty-two huh?” James thought to himself. This woman was four years older than him and had been around the house for over ten years without him even noticing. He pondered why he had never seen her, considering how her beauty practically radiated. James continued to wonder as they made their way back down the stairs through the main hall and into the main entrance. There, he was surprised to see his father atop the main entrance’s stairs standing next to the head maid, Catherine. At the base of the stairs were five other women eagerly smiling in two lines. Cecelia quickly joined the line with only two maids, and they all bowed in unison as James arrived.
“Welcome, Son!” James’ father said proudly.
“What is all of this?” James asked a little confused as he made his way up the stairs.
“Catherine,” James’ father called out. The woman beside him opened a box with a beautiful red choker inside. He handed it to James. “Right in front of you stands six of the most beautiful and capable maids in the entire house. Just like when I was your age, you are of age to choose one as your personal companion!”
“You want me to have a personal maid?” James asked. “I’m not sure I quite understand.”
“Companion,” James’ father corrected. “In front of you stands six of who I consider the finest maids in the house. I want you to give the red choker to the one you choose to be your personal companion.”
“And what does a personal maid do?” James asked further.
“Companion,” James’ father said again. “While they are maids, remember that they are people, James. They help us out of kindness as much as out of payment. As for what a personal companion does, it is up to you. They will stay by your side and entertain you like any companion would. The relationship between the two of you can border on acquaintance to friend. Honestly, that is up to you. But, as they are still a maid, they will also be sworn to follow any order or command you give them.”
James was taken aback. While his father’s words were coated with a flowery kindness, it did little to hide the nature of the relationship he was offering. It would grant James the power to practically control the life of the maid that he chose. It intimidated him thinking that he could have such power over a person. But just as this thought stirred, a darker one manifested in unison. Born from primal desire, he also imagined the merits of such power. His father after all, did say that they would follow any command he desired. With the state he had been in the last month, his carnal lust overpowered the thoughts of reason. The women were all beautiful and he needed release. The thought of using one of them for his pleasure made him feel a little scummy, but his libido told him to worry about it later. “Very well,” James said to his father. “I shall choose one if that is what you truly wish, Father.”
“It is!” said James’ father happily. “Consider it a delayed birthday present.”
James simply smiled and made his way down the stairs where the maids eagerly awaited him. He decided he would inspect each one before he chose. “Is there a particular way I go about choosing?” he asked his father.
“How you choose is up to you. Just know that the choice is permanent for the ease of contracts,” James’ father answered.
“Understood,” said James. He started from the left, inspecting each one. The first one he glanced at was as Aryan as they came. She was quite tall, probably no more than a few inches shorter than him in her heels. She sported long blonde hair that flowed down in large curls to the middle of her back. Her eyes were vibrant and a deep sky blue. She had soft pink lips with a bright smile. What James particularly noticed was how well she filled out her outfit. The fabric struggling around her chest told James that she was an E-cup or possibly even bigger. As for how much bigger, he wasn’t sure. As he looked down, James noticed that much of this woman was ready to spill out when he saw her thighs. Her stockings were straining to contain her delectably shapely yet plump legs. James smiled at her as he inspected before moving on to the next.
As James approached the next maid, she looked away. This one was quite shy. She kept her straight brown hair long, stopping right above her knees with a decent amount of it covering her face. She wore a pair of round glasses over her bright green eyes and her cheeks were littered with freckles. She had a strong blush from being looked upon. “This one could be interesting…” James thought to himself as he continued to examine her. Much like the first girl, she was very tall. While shorter and nowhere near the body measurements of the first maid, it would have been a crime to say that she was unattractive. Her chest was not small, but it paled in size compared to the first maid. If James had to guess, she was probably somewhere between a C or D-Cup. What really drew James to this girl was her shyness. Its presence was strong and made her quite attractive in her own beautiful way.
James made his way to the last maid in the line. She was a short girl with quite the big smile on her face. Her eyes were a vibrant blue, full of joy and eagerness as they glanced back at James. As he continued to examine her, he concluded that this girl was probably his age if not just a little younger. She kept her blonde hair in a large braid that draped in front of her left shoulder. Body wise, her frame was diminutive, and she was almost non-existent in the chest department. She exuded an aura of childlike wonder and playfulness that matched her small proportions. “She has petite features, but she’s definitely not a child…” James thought.
As he prepared to move to the next line, James was surprised to see the same exact woman right in front of him. He glanced back and noticed she was also still behind him. After a moment of bewilderment, James finally noticed a difference. The girl in front and behind him perfectly mirrored each other, which meant that their braids were on opposite sides. The girl currently in front of him also sported different colored eyes. Where the girl behind him sported cool sapphire blue eyes, the girl in front of him had bright emerald green eyes. “Twins,” James thought to himself. “That’s a devious way to really delve into the small details of preference.”
James quickly moved on to the next maid after the pleasant surprise of the twins. His eyes grew a little wide as he approached. She had a slight scowl on her face, but it did not dampen her beauty. She had wild bright red hair of several shades that might as well have been a roaring fire. A pair of stunning hazel green eyes stared back at James as if they were piercing his soul. Her face was quite the sight for any spectator. Every minute detail as simple as her cheekbones or her nose was perfect. James was also quite pleased with her body. Saying she was in perfect shape would have been an insult to her beauty. Her body looked as if a god sculpted it. All her proportions were lithe yet toned, and no part showed signs of imperfection. “Is this woman a supermodel?” James thought to himself. She was so indescribably gorgeous that he felt his knees go weak. Speaking of weak, James felt none of that in this woman. From the scowl on her face to the incredible shape of her body, James felt like this woman could kick his ass. Not wanting to appear too wanting of her, James quickly hurried himself towards the last girl.
“Cecelia Estheim,” James thought as he looked at her. He already got a good look at her from his room as well as the walk here. Much like the red-haired maid, she was in amazing shape, but not to the same extent. She also had a smaller chest and was shorter. James looked back at the others, all of them staring at him intently, before looking back at Cecelia right in front of him. He took one last glance at the buxom blonde as well as the perfect redhead before putting the choker on Cecelia. He did not know why he chose her, but he felt right about it. “I’ve made my choice,” James said looking up at his father.
“Then Cecelia it is,” James’ father said with a hearty laugh.
“That’s not fair,” said the blonde jealously. “Cici gets everything without even trying.”
“Unbelievable…” said the redhead under her breath to which James caught.
“Would you have preferred I chose you?” James asked the redhead curiously.
“Of course!” she said with a look of irritation. “Clearly, choosing Celia tells me that you aren’t in my league. I guess you’re not as attractive or a smart as I thought.”
“Wow, that was rude,” said James. “Did you consider maybe you’re not as attractive as you thought?”
There was a gasp from all the other maids followed by a quick silence. “What did you say?!” said the red-haired maid.
James’ father laughed loudly, which dissipated all the tension in the air. “I’m sorry ladies, but he has chosen. Please, return to your duties immediately.”
“Yes, Master,” they all said in unison with different tones.
“An interesting choice,” James’ father said.
“Why do you say that, Father?” said James.
“Young Miss Estheim probably showed the least bit of interest in you,” answered James’ Father. “The others were much more willing.”
“Yes, but she can’t refuse an order, so willingness shouldn’t matter,” countered James.
“True. But consider what you ask of her before you ask it,” said James’ father. “You have gained a large amount of power. How you use it will determine the man you will become.”
James felt his raw lust and passion dissipate at his father’s words. He never considered that his father might have been testing his morality. He looked at Cecelia who met his gaze with the same blank stare. “Way to give me a conscience now, Dad…” he thought.
“Don’t forget,” James’ father said as he prepared to leave. “You can still ask the other maids for anything you desire as well. They just have the right to decline.
“I understand,” he said to his father with a smile as he hid his disappointment. “Follow me.” He told Cecelia as he began to walk back to his room. He looked at her as she followed him. There was not the least bit of interest in her eyes. “Are you upset at my choice?” he asked her as they walked.
“What is there to be upset about?” she asked back.
James scratched his head. He wondered how to break through this girl. “You know, my choice in general? This means you have to follow any order that I command of you. No matter what it may be,” he said with a smirk.
“My duty is to indulge all your wishes,” she replied. “I will do so without question or hesitation.”
“Does this girl ever smile? Or make any other expression for that matter?” James thought. “I want her to have sex with me, but I’d feel pretty shitty if we did with the way she is now. Can’t she try to show any interest?”
While James was concerned with Cecelia’s apathy, he was more determined to see if he could get her to give him a hint about her thoughts on having sex with him. He wanted to at least know that she was not opposed to the idea. Sure, he could order her without question, but that sounded a little too close to rape for him. He wondered if he chose the wrong girl, but he also knew it was a bit too late for doubts. Now, he was focused on eliciting any kind of emotion from Cecelia. If he can get her to show any kind of interest in anything, he was going to give her the order without hesitation.
Just as James pondered how to go about getting Cecelia to emote, he overheard a familiar voice down one of the rooms. “Five beautiful women with the eagerness to serve practically radiating from them and he chooses Celia,” the voice said. James entered the room to see the red-haired maid talking to a handful of other maids. The ones facing James quickly noticed him and began giggling as he looked at the red-haired maid whose back was turned away from him. He looked at Cecelia before looking at the red-haired beauty complaining with such energy.
James smirked before approaching the red-haired maid as she continued to complain unbeknownst of his presence. He placed his hand on her shoulder, turning her around. The red-haired maid’s face flushed as she stared at him. With all the confidence he could muster, James spoke as he put a finger under her chin. “My father said I can still ask for the service of any other maid should I desire. If you truly are that jealous, you can come to my room tonight.” he said.
The red-haired maid simply stared before shaking her head. “You? Seduce me? I might be a maid and you my master, but I have much higher standards despite that,” she said bitingly. “And I’m still waiting for that apology for earlier!”
James bit his tongue to avoid another possible situation. In his mind, she was just as much at fault as he was. He did his best to maintain his confidence and looked at Cecelia. There was no reaction from her whatsoever. Even though it irritated him, it brought him more disappointment than anything. The comments made by the red-haired maid did not help his mood either. Even so, he smiled at the red-haired maid and walked away saying, “The offer will always stand.”
James quickly excused himself as he overheard them continuing to talk from the room behind him. As they walked, he looked at Cecelia again. She was just as emotionless as before, even after that little act. As James sighed and opened the door to his room, the blonde maid interrupted him. She pinned him to the wall and kissed him aggressively on the lips. James wrapped his arms around her waist as she brought one leg up to caress his own. She then quickly broke the kiss with a seductive smile. “You might have chosen Cici, but I’ll always make time for you, Young Master,” she said as she walked away.
Her comment put a grin on James’s face as he looked at Cecelia. It quickly disappeared as he saw no reaction. “Still cold as ice…” he thought before entering his room. Cecelia quickly followed, shutting the door and standing by it. “I apologize if I have caused you any displeasure, Young Master,” said Cecelia.
“It’s not a problem,” James said not hiding his irritation.
“If it would bring you pleasure, I can speak to your father about choosing again.”
“I said it’s not a problem!” said James with a little anger in his tone. He quickly sat back down on his desk and got on his computer. He remembered what he was doing before he was interrupted a few hours back and it made him even more irritated. There was no way he could do anything now that Cecelia stood in front of his room. Asking her to step out or pleasure him also both sounded like cold acts.
“If I may speak,” said Cecelia. “Master Sorrowsworn said that you need to clean yourself and look presentable for tonight. You have about an hour.”
“What for?” asked James as he ran his fingers across his forehead with eyes closed.
“He is holding a celebration for you becoming a man since he could not hold one on the day of your actual birth,” answered Cecelia.
“Fine,” James said standing up and making his way towards his bathroom. A wicked smile quickly appeared on his face as he opened the door. “Cecelia,” called James. “Come with me. You’re going to give me a bath.”
“As you wish,” said Cecelia without hesitation.
