F-Rank Puppeteer!! But I'll be Queen, and I'm not a narcissist!!!!!-Chapter 219: Respect for the Game (R-18)

I look down at Evelyn, moaning beneath me. She seems completely oblivious to the turbulence she stirs within me. Honestly, being called "Mommy" is really strange. She always does weird things when she's drunk.

"Evelyn, I want to try something different. We've been having a lot of regular sex lately, but I want something spicier. Since you want me to be your 'Mommy' now, I want you to act as I say. Will you do it?"

"Y-Yes, Mommy!" she says, smiling. I'm sure tomorrow she'll be dying of embarrassment for calling me Mommy today. Besides, I feel a bit bad about her calling me Mommy.

If she drank because of anxiety, and now she's calling me Mommy, it means calling me Mommy isn't exactly a "healthy slip-up." It means she's looking for an emotional figure who can protect her.

When drunk, Evelyn reveals sides she usually hides: her insecurity, her fears, and even confused and funny things.

"Evelyn, I want you to see this as a safe space. You already know I have a BDSM fetish, and we've been practicing gently when we can." We have a routine of doing light BDSM at least once a week, so she gets used to more intense things before I can take it to another level.

"So, do you have any fetish you want to explore now? You can reveal it. I truly won't judge you." As long as it doesn't contradict the sex I already have planned, I can let her do it.

"...M-Maid..."

"...Seriously?" I hold back a laugh.

"I-It seems cute and... u-unique..." When she says that, I pull out of her, hearing her soft moan, and go to the closet on the wall—one she never uses, where I bought dozens of costumes to satisfy any of her desires. I grab a maid outfit.

"You can wear the skirt, the collar, the gloves, and the stockings..." I bring it to her and start putting them on her gently. All that matters now is the sex. Since we'd already started, I don't want to have to dress her completely only to undress her right away, so I'm putting on things that won't get in the way.

"Oh... Mommy Mistress Esther?!" she says, all silly with an amused smile on her face. It's so genuine and innocent it makes me laugh.

"...Stand up..." I say, picking up a spanking paddle, a perfect item for light BDSM for the "maid game" we're about to play. She stares at this rubber accessory and seems to understand immediately. Her tail wags on the bed, messing up the sheets.

"..." She stands up on the bed, almost stumbling off, while I lie down on the bed in her place, with the relic fully erect, majestically exposed.

"Evelyn, climb on top and sit down."

"B-But it's... Hyaa!" I slap her thigh with the spanking paddle, making her tremble and stagger. She gasps and walks up my legs. She slowly lowers herself, sitting down on the toy, but she ends up coming. Even though the skirt hides our connection, Evelyn trembles all over.

However, I see something in Evelyn that makes me happy. She's smiling, showing that giving me all control gives her the sense of security she sought and didn't find in the wine.

"Lift your hands up and put them behind your head."

"...M-My breasts are exposed... so shamefully... Gyaa!!" I slap her thigh, leaving a red mark that makes her jolt a little, but it breaks her balance and makes her moan loudly as the toy hits deep into her cervix.

"Don't speak to me in that tone, maid."

"...M-Mommy Esth..."

"Hyaa!!!" She moans loudly when I slap her chest, leaving a blatant red mark. Of course, I control the force so she doesn't suffer, but strong enough to hurt and sting.

"Not Mommy, Evelyn. You need to earn the right to call me Mommy. Until then, I'm your Mistress. If you call me Mommy without my permission, I'll hit you harder each time." I don't forbid her from calling me Mommy, but I impose a condition, maintaining a safe harbor for her trust.

"So tell me, what will you call me?"

"M-Mistress Esther..."

"That's right, Evelyn. Now do as I told you..." She gets tears of shame in her eyes but lifts her hands, crossing them behind her head while averting her gaze to the right. In this position, her breasts are fully displayed for me. Her nipples are hard. So cute.

"Good, very good. Now start moving. Go up and down in rhythm."

"...Hyaaa!!" I hit her when she takes her hands down to try to hold onto me for support.

"No, Evelyn. You must keep your hands behind your back. A maid must have control and discipline. Did I let you use your hands?"

"N-No... Hyaaaa!!!" I hit her again.

"No, what?"

"N-No, Mistress E-Esther..." She gasps, her breath hot as the blush on her cheeks deepens. She puts her hands back. She uses her legs to rise, but the position, her lack of physical strength, and the fact that she's drunk make her legs tremble violently.

She descends again, and with the descent she comes once more, which breaks her posture. I retaliate by slapping her chest. She lets out a cry of pleasure while her fluids spread over me.

It's actually quite pleasurable. Even though she can barely move, the relic transmits pleasure to me as if it were a penis. Besides, whenever Evelyn goes up and down, her beautiful breasts sway hypnotically.

"How disgraceful, Evelyn. What a disappointment. A maid incapable of following her master's orders. If you can't even do this, then what is your function?" I deliver this line as if reading from a script, because now both Evelyn and I know we're playing a game. I wonder if she'll get into the game or if she's too drunk for it.

"...S-Sorry, Mistress E-Esther. I-I only serve as Mistress Esther's depraved night maid." She says this, drooling, unable to stop panting from the effort of keeping her arms raised and back while seated on a penis.

"That's right. You're a failure as a maid. You can't cook, clean, or follow orders. So you're only good for night duties. Now start moving. And whenever you stop, I'll slap your breasts." She hears the order and starts trying to move up and down in rhythm.

She even manages to go down and up five times. But on the sixth, her legs are so shaky she only rises halfway before collapsing again, coming nonstop, her liquids squirting onto the bed as she arches forward—because whenever she falls, the penis thrusts deep inside her.

"Gyaaa!!" She screams when I slap her chest, but she struggles to start moving again. We repeat this. Even though she's crying, her face wears a lewd smile.

"I'm going to come. What do you have to say to your master? If it's disappointing, I'll hang you upside down from the ceiling and whip your breasts until they swell." Obviously, I wouldn't do that. It would be dangerous for her, especially drunk. But she doesn't know that, so her body shudders.

"P-Please, Mistress Esther, fill this humble night maid's pussy with your precious, hot, sticky magic, even if I'm not worthy of such a gift." She makes me smile.

"Lower your hands and lift your skirt. I want to see it when it happens." She obeys, looking me in the eyes while holding the hem of the maid's skirt and lifting it. Then, with great effort, she rises and drops down all at once, trying to make me come. Her tail wraps around my leg, trying to maintain balance.

"Ughm..." She stops, unable to rise again. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

"S-Sorry, Mistress Esther... I-I can't..." Her legs are so shaky that even while stationary, seated on me, they're trembling. Her tail is wildly messing up the bed, agitated with excitement after releasing me.

"10... 9... 8..."

"M-Mistress Esther, I really can't!!"

"7... 6... 5..."

"P-Please believe me!! I-I'm not doing it on purpose!!"

"4... 3... 2..."

"...Urgjhhhh!! Aaahahhh!" She lifts herself, straining hard to rise even though I hadn't said anything, just from hearing me count. I never even said I'd punish her, but because of our BDSM practices, her brain understands that counting equals punishment, even if I wasn't going to punish her.

'Perfect...' She stays lifted, only the head of my penis inside her. She's dripping copious fluids; my groin is already completely soaked. She soon collapses all at once, fluids spreading in droplets everywhere. The force is such that she arches violently backward, moaning, while I come inside her.

And she comes too, reaching an intense climax. She only doesn't fall backward because the rigid cock holds her in place.

'So fun...' When she finally recovers, I get up, lifting her off me and laying her down on the bed. She looks confused as I sit a little below her breasts.

"What a pathetic maid. You failed miserably. Now use these lascivious breasts of yours for something good." I place my hot cock, dripping with "semen" and her love juice. She understands and uses her arms to press her breasts against it.

"S-Sorry for being so weak, Mistress Esther... Let me do my best." She starts licking the head without me asking. Even though it's not real semen but a magical compound, it still has 99.99% of the taste and resemblance to semen, and it's dirty with her fluids, so it probably doesn't taste good.

'Damn, this feels so good...' The artifact, adjusting to my emotion, registers this as delicious. Having her serve me like this is so pleasurable the penis pulses and leaks pre-cum.

Evelyn's breasts are soft and warm. It's a different sensation from her pussy—a softer, less intense gentleness, but still equally good.

"Hmmmm." She moans when I come, spreading this white liquid over her face. She looks so cute I'd love to capture this moment for eternity, to keep it with me.

"D-Did I do well, Mistress Esther?" she asks, licking her lips.

"Yes, better this way..." I wanted more than that. It seems insufficient, but Evelyn's eyes are tired. This is one of the reasons I hate when she drinks alcohol right before sex.

After doing drunk antics, she gets sleepy quickly. So while a sober Evelyn can easily last six hours of sex, a drunk Evelyn barely lasts one hour without getting drowsy.

"Let's stop here. We can enjoy your maid fetish another day during a BDSM session. We can also explore other fetishes you might have... Did you like it?"

"Y-Yes, Mommy Esther..."

'Tsk... she's back to calling me Mommy...'

"Good. Now rest. You can sleep, and don't worry about the mess. I'll clean your body and the bed."

"You'll clean?" she asks, confused.

"Yes. I don't let maids clean what we use after we have sex. Our couple's intimacy stays just between the two of us. So I usually clean the place, the sheets, the toys, and your body..." She gives a warm smile upon realizing I don't leave this for maids to do.

"Thank you... Good night... Esther... I... love you." She closes her eyes, not exactly asleep, but too tired to continue now. I get up from on top of her and start heading to the drawer to get things to clean the relic and Evelyn. I take care of the room afterward.

"..." I look at Evelyn lying on the bed for a moment, thinking about what I feel about this and our relationship.

"I love you too, Evelyn... Even if our love is destructive for both of us... Next time, we can properly satisfy your maid fetish... I wonder... what could I do that Evelyn would like." I never have sex with her thinking purely about what I want. I always consider Evelyn's limits and what she'd like so I can plan accordingly.

Because for me, sex with her isn't just about pleasure. It's the only moment where I can let loose, and yet she'll still love me even if I hurt her. And for someone like me, it's literally the only moment where she won't criticize my malice and cruelty.

"Haaa... hahaha... I wonder if Evelyn realizes how much she's changed my life... And I wonder if my life has gotten better or worse..." There's no way to know, because love is painful and sometimes I feel everything has gotten harder. But sometimes love is so sweet it makes the pain seem worth it.