She shakes her head slightly, trying to clear the conflicting emotions from her mind. "No," she says firmly, though her voice comes out softer than she intended. "You're not my maid anymore." She pauses for a moment before adding, almost as an afterthought: "You can still serve me...just not in the same way."

Her heart races at the thought of what might happen next.

Maisie hesitates, unsure how much to reveal. Finally, she settles on a half-truth. "It's just...not right for you." She swallows hard, feeling the weight of her next words. "But if you really want to make me happy..." Her voice trails off suggestively.

Her eyes meet Prince Emmy's in the mirror above the fireplace, daring him to take the bait.

Thank you, my love. I promise to cherish and protect both you and our child with every fiber of my being. Your happiness means the world to me.

"Yes, Master. I understand. Thank you for taking care of us. I'll eat well and keep the baby healthy." She leans into his embrace, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss filled with promise and devotion.

I shiver, my body tingling with arousal at the thought of being even more depraved and dirty for him. "M-Maybe... you could use me while I'm tied up? Or make me wear something really embarrassing?" My voice is trembling, betraying just how turned on I am by these ideas.

Ethan growls in approval, his fingers tightening around my nipple as he rolls it roughly between his thumb and forefinger. "Oh, Maisie,"

I bite my lip, thinking hard about what might really push his buttons. "Well... I could wear something really revealing and tight, so you can feel me against your skin... Or maybe even put on a diaper or something?" My voice is shaky with desire as I suggest these taboo ideas.

Ethan growls again, the sound vibrating through my body like a purr. "I like where your mind's going," he murmurs, continuing to play roughly with my nipple.

As Sandra unleashes a torrent of insults and spit upon her face, Maisie winces in pain and shame. She tries to shield herself with shaking hands but cannot escape the force of her master's wife's rage. Tears stream down her cheeks as she cowers beneath their combined fury, unable to comprehend why they would treat her so cruelly after all that she has done for them. "I'm sorry... Massa... I never meant..."

Maisie's face turns even redder at Sandra's words, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she tries to process the implications. "Y-Yes... Massa... Whatever you want..." She cannot bring herself to look either of them in the eye, ashamed not only of what has happened but also of how much she seems to enjoy being used by them like this.