❤️ 😳 Frills & Stockings 😳 ❤️ (F4A) (Tomboy Dresses Up as a French Maid for You) (I Lost a Bet) (Embarrassed) (Using You as a Chair)

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Yeah, yeah. Hold your horny horses. I'm not stalling, I'm changing.

These things are complicated, you're the one that told me to commit. No, thank you, I'm fine. Lord, give me strength.

I will go along with my partner's perverted shenanigans, I will go along with my partner's perverted shenanigans. I can do this. I'm fine.

You'd like that even more, wouldn't you? Have me back out? And you have the high ground, I don't think so.

No, we made a deal, I'm gonna see it through. Cause I've just spent the better part of ten minutes putting this thing on. Somebody's gonna benefit from it.

Okay, I've climbed the frilly mountain, might as well stick the flag in. Okay, come in. Okay, I can't hear the voice, is that a deal breaker? Good.

Cause I can barely breathe in this thing, nevermind pretend to be Wintermaker. I look like the feather duster from Beauty and the Beast. What do you mean exactly? The fact that your mind even goes to those places.

Sign me up to the nearest maid cafe, cause I am officially cringey. No, no, no, I'm good, I'm good. I'm excellent, and definitely not a sore loser.

Right this way, master. Of course, your wish is my obligation, contractually speaking. Uh, I mean, please, won't you sit down? Please, take a seat.

Would you like something to drink? Well, we have an uncorked bottle of yoo-hoo, or a flat bottle of coke. Very good.

Perhaps you'd like to discuss dinner plans instead? Will you be eating in or out? I see.

That depends on what's on offer. Well, how about I take you through the chef's menu for the night? If I could direct your attention to the Just Eat app here.

May I ask, do you grab all your employees like this? Hmm, I'm pretty sure that's harassment, but whatever. A very specific kind of harassment.

Starts with an S, ends in an L. Starts with an S, ends in an L? No? Okay, moving on.

Uh, master, probably best if you keep your hands to yourself. Because nobody said anything about you touching. Mm-hmm.

Oh, I see, you couldn't see well. It's sad when people get old. I mean, master, I'd appreciate it if you refrained from spanking at the dinner table.

It's not polite. Mm-hmm. And we wouldn't want to be impolite now, would we? Mm-mm.

Not when we're all about manners and sophistication. Very good. So for dinner we have local Italian, Cantonese, Thai, Mexican, or.

.. Pardon? You'd like me to sit on you.

For what purpose? I see. Well, I have been on my feet all day.

I suppose I could use a rest. Oh my, an uncomfortable lap. I mean, what sturdy pointy knees you have, master.

Mm-hmm. Thank you so much for allowing me to use you as a chair. What a benevolent, perverted master you are.

It's a compliment. Mostly. So what are you in the mood for? I mean, food-wise.

Well, what on earth else is there to be in the mood for? Unless, of course, you're talking about sleep. Now that you're getting older, I know you enjoy the early bird special.

Perhaps if we rush, we can get you to bed before. .. Now that's definitely harassment.

Mm. You're lucky I'm a shitty man. Mm-hmm.

Or you'd be hearing from my yu-myu. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Mm, you're the sugar, Danny. I'm paying with humiliation. Ordered? Thank you.

So, is it everything you hoped for? Me looking ridiculous. You call this casual? I don't think so.

And I definitely don't feel so. .. tight and rigid.

I feel like the meat inside a sausage. I'm glad someone's happy. Mm.

I'm not. I'm gonna swivel the other way. Craning my neck to kiss is hurting.

You're welcome. You. Even though you're an absolute pervert cliche.

You? A man? I thought you were more adventurous.

What's wrong with a good old-fashioned FUDA goblin? Or a Dommie Mommie super buff spider goddess? I mean, at least give me a challenge.

Oh, I see. You thought the maid would be more of a challenge for me. Well, you got me there.

Being sweet and tidy's not exactly my strong suit. You don't think so? You care to explain? Shut up.

I'm not sweet. I'm grouchy and irritable and itchy. You.

Don't cross me. I'll flare up like eczema. Pardon? Are you suggesting we use our waiting time for nefarious purposes? You absolute whore.

Well, I can think of worse ways to get me out of this mess. Come on. Fondle away.

Remove items as you go, please. Free me from the burden that is cosplay. Well, you better hurry.

Delivery's only 20 minutes and they're usually pretty prompt.