bimboisbetter:thinkingislikeoverrated: “Whaaa, you want me to dust -that-, Si
bimboisbetter: thinkingislikeoverrated: “Whaaa, you want me to dust -that-, Sir?” Lindy stared at the technological stuff with total uncertainty, before she turned her chocolate brown eyes to her former best friend with a string of giggles. “I dunno if I should, isn’t that for smart people and stuff?” “Awww, you’re smart doll face,” he told her with a grin. Moving towards her to brush some of her hair from her face, he ducked his hand down afterwards to give her bottom a firm squeeze and a smack. “I’d say becoming my maid was the best idea you’ve ever had.” “It was -my- idea?” Lindy asked, awestruck. “Sure was,” he assured her, his hand continuing to rub her backside, fingers pushing the skirt of her hot little uniform out of the way. “Ever since you saw this maid costume hanging over my kitchen chair a few days back and put it on, you haven’t taken it off since. And I gotta say, it’s filling out damn nicely, Miss Lindy.” When he reached up and gave her fattening tits a firm grope to prove his point, Lindy pressed into him with a heated, wanting moan. Whenever he touched her like that, it felt so good. Better than anything she’d ever felt before, and all she could think about was getting fucked by him in as many ways as he wanted. It was what she was here for. ”I was meant to serve,” she purred up at him, her lips hungrily seeking his. But he took her by the hair, pulling her head back so that he could look into her eyes. “You were meant to serve ME,” he corrected her firmly, dropping his hand from her hair to tug a finger at the collar that she had locked around her throat. Giving it a little yank, his other hand gave her swollen, hard nipple a firm pinch that made her cry out. “Yes Sir,” she whimpered, rubbing herself pleadingly against him. She licked her tongue along his jaw, moaning hungrily, “I’m meant to serve you.” Even though her lips puckered and quivered with desire as attempted to kiss him again, he denied her a second time and gave her a hard smack to her backside instead. “Good girl. So dust off that computer and put all that shit away where it belongs, and if you’re lucky I’ll bend you over the kitchen table and give you your wages for the week early.” Miss Lindy was trembling. As she bent over and put her round bare ass on display to pick up a pair of his socks off the floor, she could feel herself getting wet between the legs just thinking about getting paid. BUILDINGBETTERGIGGLES HALL OF FAME I can’t tell you how much I love this picture. Honestly, I’m not a huge Amy Anderssen fan. But here… that outfit’s spectacular. The hair is stunning. The hand up, playing with it idly. Her mouth, open, head turned to the side with a vacant sort of gaze. And holy god, those tits. An unbelievable, great photo. So it’s great that this story does it justice! I’ve tried and failed a couple of times now to really express what I love about this story. So for now, rather than try and a well-thought-out look at what makes it so good, I’m just going to point out some of the small things I loved. “before she turned her chocolate brown eyes to her former best friend with a string of giggles.” We don’t learn the name of Lindy’s owner - in fact, this is about the only information that we get about him. They were best friends. Knowing so little, and yet knowing something so significant, gives you a perfect amount of background to make some conclusions on your own. I love the element of betrayal this implies - turning your best friend into your giggling bimbo maid? Hot. “Ever since you saw this maid costume hanging over my kitchen chair a few days back and put it on, you haven’t taken it off since”. So Lindy just… saw a maid costume and put it on? Maybe she’s dim enough to buy that now, but I don’t. Again, we’re not being told something here, and it makes it all the more fun. I don’t know how Lindy ended up this way, but I don’t think it was because of a spontaneous urge to dress as a maid. “it’s filling out damn nicely, Miss Lindy.”…”gave her fattening tits a firm grope”. The tense is important here. It is filling out. Her tits aren’t fat, they’re fattening. Lindy’s still undergoing some changes. She’s not done. I love not knowing how long she’s been like this (I know he says “a few days back”, but again - I don’t think he’s the most reliable resource). I love that we don’t know any more than Lindy does. ”I was meant to serve,” versus “You were meant to serve ME,”. Again, Lindy’s still learning. Still being trained. Still finding her place. Lots of fun to watch her get corrected. Miss Lindy. That’s an interesting name, isn’t it? I think of “Miss” as a title, a term of respect. I may be grasping at straws, but it feels a bit… not sarcastic, exactly, but ironic? I like to imagine that Lindy was the dominant, in-charge party in this friendship before the tables were turned on her. “Miss” now becoming a smirking, sardonic nod to that. That’s very hot to me. That’s what I love about this story, I think - there’s lots of room to imagine inside it. The exposition is done flawlessly, with two characters giving us just enough background so that we know what’s happening, but keeping enough hidden so that we can fill in some blanks on our own. thinkingislikeoverrated is a serious talent (her Disintegration of Darcy series is just fantastic) who deserves all the praise in the world. This story really shows that off. Hope you loved it as much as I did! -- source link
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