My Tie, Her Blindfold

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    My duties start an hour before Ms.Pherin is awake so that I can supervise the maids and the cooks prepare for breakfast. At 6:30 a.m I open the curtains in Ms.Pherins room allowing the sunlight to awaken her. As she eats then dresses herself, I overlook her schedule and fix any mistakes.

    Once she is in her office  my duties will vary depending on what Ms.Pherin needs throughout the day. I bring her lunch to her to have in her office because it is usually a very light meal. On her slow days is mostly when her sexual whims are most likely to happen. 

    “Master”, the word she whispers to me when she is desiring her sexual playtime. When in roleplay I am allowed to use her first name but I would never do that outside of our roleplay. She may be the submissive one in our playtime but she is still the one with all the power and say so. One word from her can start or stop anything and everything in an instant.

    When we are in serious work mode she practically ignores my existence unless I am needed. She calls me by my first name, although I am older than her by 10 years. Ms. Pherin may only be 18 but she has learned her father’s business since she was old enough to understand it. She acts and looks more mature for her age since she had to grow up and take over the company after both her parents passed away leaving her as an only child at 16.

    I know as an older man, and as her servant, my hands should never be laid upon her. I know this and still on that day she requested for me to play another role in her life I did it with almost no hesitation. I placed my lowly hands upon a woman way to powerful to even been in my presence. 

It was almost like my sense of integrity left me when looking into her blue eyes that were complemented by the rare pairing of red hair. She was a very rare and gorgeous young lady which had a fiery attitude to complete it all.

     It was different when Ms.Pherin was a young girl, she was small and very innocent. I had started working as her servant when I was 18 and she was only 8. Her parents had become quite too busy with their company to be with her the way they had before. I became the one who spent the most time with her and I never once hoped for it to be different. I enjoyed watching such a wonderful little girl grow up to be a woman that made people proud. No one would have guessed her to have quite the submissive side to her.

    After our first roleplaying session I had immediately return to my room's attached bathroom and showered. The hot mist of the water gathered on the mirror hiding my face from view. One hand held the towel hung low on my hips, the other grabbed the rag on the side of the basin. Wiping away the mist that’s gathered, my eyes landed on my reflection. The slight stubble along my jaw line, the very jaw line my ex fiancé had described as Greek god style. As I ran my fingers along my jaw, I shook my head slightly. Average is what I am. Nothing more nothing less. Sighing I ran my fingers through my black hair, time for a haircut I suppose. Many would say I was an attractive male, black hair and bright green eyes, but I only saw myself as average and only average. I could never understand why she would choose me, the average man who practically raised her, out of the many men she could have.