1 - Maternal Maids (teaser)

{ }(set: $name to (prompt: "What's your FIRST name?", "ENTER NAME"))(set:$last_name to (prompt: "What's your LAST name?", "ENTER NAME")){  }[Are you a boy or a girl? ["I'm a boy."]<boy| ["I'm a girl."]<girl|{ }(click:?boy)[(replace:?gender)[(set:$gender="boy")(set:$title="Master")(show:?hiddentext)(set:$noble="nobleman")]]{ }(click:?girl)[(replace:?gender)[(set:$gender="girl")(set:$title="Lady")(show:?hiddentext)(set:$noble="noblewoman")]]]<gender|{  }|hiddentext)[Your name is (print:$name). Last week you turned 22-years-old, although most people might guess you were far younger than that -- you have a young face, wide blue eyes, and the fashion sense of a teenager. You are sitting in a lawyer's office in the mercantile part of town that smells like fruit rinds and old books. And after today, your life will //never be the same again.// That's because a great uncle that you didn't even know you had has just ceded the entirety of his estate to -- you guessed it -- little old //you//. In addition to an outrageously large sum of money, he apparently also left you a country side estate: //(print:$last_name) Manor// now belongs to you. [[Continue|INTRO 1]]]

"B-But...what does it all mean?" you say as the lawyer is tiredly standing to show you the door. The lawyer looks you up and down, a wry smirk on his lips. He's surprisingly young for a lawyer -- or, at least, he seems to be. His face is smoothly shaved, and his neatly trimmed hair has only a single streak of grey. As you were listening to him read the will, a smiling young woman in a maid's outsfit came in and placed a plate of orange slices beside him. Then -- although your mind could have been playing tricks on you -- you could have sworn you saw her //gently pat him on the head.// "It means you're a true (print:$noble) now," he says with a grin as he closes his book. "You're in for a life of being pampered. You'll never have to cook another meal or work another day for as long as you live!" "So...//what do I do?//" "I suggest, in my carefully considered //legal opinion//..." He pauses, and his sternness dissolves into a kind smile. "...that you get your bottom out to that Manor and start living your new life! I've given you the address and arranged for a driver to take you there from here. Oh," he added, suddenly remembering, "this may be of some use to you." Then he handed you a small, red-bound book with a title is embossed in gold: //RULES FOR HAVING CLASS: WHAT TO DO AND NOT DO AND NOT DO AS A NOBLE!// by Q. T. Patutie. "Everything you need to know is in there, more or less," he said while leading you out of the armchair and to the door. "Most of it is what you would expect...but I recommend you spend some time in Chapter 3." And with that, he ushers you out into the hall. [[Continue|READING THE BOOK]]

Welcome, (print:$title) (print:$name) (print:$last_name) -- //boy, is **that** going to take some getting used to// -- to your new life! As you're brought down the massive driveway, you can't help but gape as you're looking up at the (print:$last_name) Manor. The archectecture is classical, the masonry elegant: there are lush flowering vines creeping along the walls, and the roof is red terra cotta tile. A spire on the west side of the building reaches up into the sky, so high that you have to crane your neck. It all makes you a little dizzy. So you decide to return, instead, to your reading. Q.T Patutie's writing is easy to understand, and he almost never uses a word you don't recognize. Like the lawyer said, most of it is what you would expect in a book about how to be a noble: //sit straight, don't wear the same outfit two days in a row, never chew with your mouth open,// that sort of //charm school// type of advice. But then there's Chapter 3, titled: //The Perfect Maid is a Perfect MOMMY//. It's written in the same simple language...but reading it makes you crimp your eyebrows together and squint your eyes. //Is he saying...// You aren't sure what to make of it. Your eyes scan over the same passage again and again, trying to figure it out. //**What could be better, after a hard day of maintaining the DIGNITY and DECORUM of your status, than to RELAX and let yourself be pampered at home? Inside every nobleman and noblewoman is a little PRINCE or PRINCESS, just waiting to be waited on! You need a LOYAL and TRUSTWORTHY house staff to be sure you receive the coddling your little prince/princess desires and DESERVES. That means you need the PERFECT MAID -- more than one, if possible. I'm being serious - a good maid is ESSENTIAL to noble life! You need maids who can handle EVERYTHING your manor requires: from cooking and cleaning to COMFORT and CARE. But how to be sure you can REALLY rely on your maids for everything? The answer may surprise you, but science has spoken. The key is..... MATERNAL INSTINCT!! After HUNDREDS of social experiments, it has been demonstrated BEYOND A DOUBT that maids are far more LOYAL, HARD-WORKING, and CARING when given some level of PARENTAL AUTHORITY over their employers. That's right: a decent maid may respect their employer as a noble...but the PERFECT maid will see them as her PRECIOUS CHILDREN and herself as their adoring MOMMY. If your maid considers herself to be your MOMMY, she will naturally want all the best for you. Therefore, be sure to give your maid as much authority over your DAILY ROUTINE as possible! Your maid should decide your clothes, your meals, and even what time you go to bed (in fact, having your maid be in charge of your BEDTIME is very important -- for more on this topic, see section 5 in this chapter). The should feel like -- and ultimately BE -- completely in charge of the house! To maximise this effect, it's also recommended to keep at home an apprearance and behavior as CHILDLIKE as possible. Nothing awakens your maid's maternal nature quite like CUTENESS!!!! Of course, if you have been to the homes of the most esteemed ladies and gentlemen of the nobility, you have almost CERTAINLY see this phenomenon for yourself. I have been to manors where a noble will ask PERMISSION from his or her maid before leaving the dinner table -- and I swear to you, I have never had a better meal nor enjoyed a more delightful evening than I did under the care of those maids! In fact, I could tell you -- **// You look up as the car comes to a sudden stop. You hear the //chunk// of the driver's side door and the crunch of gravel beneath footsteps as your chauffer comes to open your door for you. The tinted windows had been blocking most of the daylight, and now you blink your eyes in the sun. You stand, taking the small bookbag that contains everything of any value you had at your apartment, and you shade your eyes to look at the grand front entrance, framed by two white columns and two well-kempt hedges. Standing at the door and waiving to you is a woman who is perhaps in her late twenties. She has shoulder length brown hair, green eyes, and a sweet smile. She is wearing a flared black dress trimmed with white lace, and she's holding a feather-duster in her non-waving hand. "Good afternoon, (print:$title) (print:$name)," she says with a quick courtesy as you approach. As you get closer, you can see how pretty she is: her face is fair and her cheeks are rosy, her nose is slender and pleasantly curved, her figure is slim but shapely, and her eyes gleam in the dimming sunlight. For an instant, you catch something in those glinting eyes -- excitement? Mischief? You can't be sure. "I was hired as a part of your inheritance," she says brightly, smiling sweetly. "//I'll be your maid!//" #DOWNLOAD THE GAME TO START PLAYING TODAY! (color:yellow)[**Your life is about to change forever -- good thing your maid is there to guide you through!!! //Download the game for just $1 today!//**]

(if:$spanking > 0)[And so, (print:$maid_name) takes you upstairs to your bedroom. Your eyes are practically closing the entire way. ]"Your bedroom is in the tower you could see from outside," she chirps happily as she leads you up the stairs. "The view is //lovely// -- and when the leaves change color, it will be simply breathtaking! I do need to get you some new curtains, but the ones you have will do for now..." You find yourself pleasantly lost in the rush of her chatter as she takes you to your "bedchamber" -- a huge, circular room furnished with a four-post bed, a mahogany writing desk, and an elegant-looking wardrobe.(if:$spanking > 0)[ The smarting in your backside has settled into a warm, aching glow. You reach back and rub, wincing. "Oh, I know, sweetie, I know," (print:$maid) coos. "I know it hurts, your bottom is so nice and rosy red...when was the last time you were spanked?" "I-..." You sniff. "I...I think //never//..." (print:$maid_name) laughs brightly. "Oh!" she exclaims. "Your //first// spanking! Maybe I should get a picture. Where's my camera?" You grumble, but her cheeriness is overpowering. Despite your best effort, you start to smile. "//There's// my good (print:$gender)," she says, chucking your chin. She gives your sore tushy a light pat. "After a little rest, you're going to feel so much better..." At last, you reach the doorway to your bedroom.] "Make yourself comfortable and I come get you once dinner is ready," she says sweetly at the threshhold. She claps her hands together, still beaming. "I really am //so// happy to be your maid, (print:$title) (print:$name) -- I think you and I are going to get along just fine!" (if:$spanking > 0)[She winks at you, and you feel your heart skip a beat. You try to sit down slowly on the edge of the bed, but leap back up with a yelp. "Try lying on your tummy, silly," she says, giggling softly. Your face flushes anew as you obey, getting up on the bed on all fours before letting your body go slack. You can't remember the last time you were so tired. //Getting spanked really takes it out of you I guess...// "Sweet dreams, (print:$title) (print:$name)," (print:$maid_name) says from the door. You barely can manage to grunt a response before](else:)[You nod your agreement and return her smile before taking a seat on the bed. As she closes the door, you recline -- and before you know it,] you're drifting away to sleep...(set:$dinner_time ="on") [[Continue|1]]

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"Thanks -- I mean, um, thank you very much," you stammer. "I...I think I'll do that. If it's alright."(if:$brat is 0)[ (print:$name) giggles delightly and gives you a gentle pinch on the cheek. "Such a //polite// (print:$gender)!" she coos.(set:$cute=$cute+1) "I'll be sure to make you something //extra// yummy tonight."](else:)[ "Of course," she says simply, eyes gleaming. Then, for just a second, you could swear you catch just the //hint// of a smirk, and she adds: "Even big (print:$gender)s take naps!"] "Th-thank you," you repeat stupidly as she takes you by the arm. You get a whiff of her scent: lavender, soap, and something warm and familiar you can't put your finger on... Whatever it is, you feel yourself immediately relaxed. You give your arm to (print:$maid_name) and let her lead you like a child. [[Continue|GOING UPSTAIRS]]