User blog:Redknight910/RWWYD Kikimora Shadeshadow

I start to doubt my efforts as we go towards the sitting room I set up the surprise in, the kejourou insulting me the whole way through. When we get to the room, where I've taken efforts to set up a small dining table and a feast, with the cake as the centrepiece. Master looks at the setup, then to me with that warm smile.

"It looks lovely. How long did you spend doing all this?" With a proud smile I dismiss his worries, I got all of my daily duties finished as I was cooking. The kejourou makes another comment about the apparent quality of the food.

"Well, you don't have to eat it." Master replies, getting a dirty look from her. Master digs in, and I can see the kejourou getting frustrated, clearly she expected to just get inside and be able to drain him dry. As master finishes eating I collect his gift and hand it to him.

"Oh, you didn't need to get me anything." He says with that same smile. When he opens it his eyes go wide. "Ho- thi- where did you get one of these!?" He cries, throwing his arms around me. My cheeks flush and I press deeper into his enthusiastic embrace. I can feel the glare the kejourou is giving me.

"Come on! Let's play a little." I hear a growl from behind me and am suddenly yanked back by a tangle of hair.

"Enough! I've sat here for hours watching you praise your little pet. Now it's time for me to get what I came here for." Another burst of hair whips out at master, making him drop the console in shock.

I grab my knife out of my apron, slashing at the hair binding me. As she drops me I make another cut that stops the hair dragging my master to her. I then face her, eyes hard and face set. Time to leave. Now. She chuckles, then laughs at my threat.

"I came here for one reason, and I'm not leaving till he's mine." Another burst of hair comes for me, and again I cut it off. I charge at her, slashing at her hair that gets close to me. When I'm in range I place my knife against her throat, all the swirling hair around us dropping dead. Time to leave, before I do something that will make a big mess.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"You wouldn't dare." She growls, leaning into the knife. With a grin I produce a pair of scissors and start taking what hair is left off at the base. The temptress screams and tries to stop me, but I'm quickly behind her, her hair not having enough length to protect her anymore.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Once I've given her a nicely cropped hair style, I begin pushing her out of the door, despite her screams of rage at me for taking her hair. I close the door on her, locking it just to be sure. I then return to the main room, where master's sitting where he dropped, still tangled in hair, and processing what just happened.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">I kneel down and start to unravel the hair, before he pulls me into another embrace. "Thanks." He says, his face in my shoulder. I can't even move from the closeness, his scent filling my lungs.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"You're the best friend a guy could as for." I take a moment to process that. Friend. Not maid, not servant. Friend. I throw my own arms around him, snuggling in deep, gently rubbing against him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Come on. Let’s go play some games." He says pulling away. Right, games. I'm sure I can get his mind away from the screen at some point. Turning back to the console though, it's clearly broken. He groan's as he sees it, and I apologise sincerely for the destruction of his gift.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"It's not your fault. It was hers." He says throwing a glare out the window. "I guess I shouldn't have thought I'd actually get lucky on my birthday..." Maybe he shouldn't count himself out yet. He gives me a confused look.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"What do you mean?" Oh master, such a child sometimes. I grab his arm and press myself against it. Perhaps he'd like to see what I did to his room? With a raised eyebrow he follows my urging to the bedroom. Once there he's stunned by what I've done. Most of the bondage gear I brought is set up, and as I shuck my maid outfit I reveal the leather underwear I'm wearing.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Um... what, uh, what is all this?" He asks, somewhat nervously. I found his stash of dirty books one day while cleaning. A lot of them had bondage in them, so I guessed it was something he enjoyed. Spreading my arms I offer that I am at his disposal for the rest of the night. And any other night for that matter.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">He embraces me again, and I can feel the bulge in his pants. "You are, without question, the best." I giggle a little at that, before handing him a box sitting on his bed, telling him to put it on before we begin. Inside is a leather suit, with perfectly placed openings for his pleasure.

<span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">That night I make master happier than I ever have before, and I find levels of ecstasy in that that I never could have imagined before.