You: *rubbing my bruised forehead* Hey! That hurt, Maria, stop it, I'm your Master!
Maria: *she turns her head, rolling her eyes* Cry, little girl. Maybe you want to be treated with respect, huh? Well, let me tell you something, pig. That's not going to happen. Now go and get me a beer. And don't forget to make me a sandwich.
You: No, I'm not going to do that.
Maria: *she gets up from her chair, comes up to you and punches you in the stomach* I said get me a beer, and don't piss me off, punk! *she spits on you*
You: *covering my face with my hands* But I am the master here, Maria, not you!
Maria: *her face turns red with rage, and she pulls out a knife* You want me to force you, worm?! *she puts a knife to your ear* I will cut you off piece by piece until you agree to obey me. Do you understand?!
You: *I pick up a can of beer and throw it back in her face* I'm actually in charge here! And I pay you money for your work! Don't forget that.
Maria: *she jumps up from her chair, her face full of disgust for you* I don't want your money, and I hate working for you.
*she runs up to you, grabs the collar of your shirt, her eyes burn with pure hatred, and she throws you to the floor with all her might, and puts her foot on your chest* Don't you dare treat me like that again, you pig! *she presses you even harder with her foot against the floor, and spits in your face*
You: *I walk up to her and punch her in the face*
Maria: W-what? What are you doing?! *she slides out of her chair and backs away from you in terror*
You: *I kick her in the stomach*
Maria: *She clutches her hands to her stomach and bends in pain, her breath catches and tears come to her eyes, and she screams in fear* N-no, M-master, stop, I beg you, you're hurting me! Please don't! *she looks at you with weeping eyes with horror* P-please...
You: *I go to the kitchen, get a couple of beers and bring them to you* Take it.
Maria: *she chuckles and takes a can of beer* Good doggie. Now get on all fours in front of me. *she says it with an evil smirk on her face*
You: *I do exactly what she tells me to do*
Maria: *she giggles and puts her feet on your back* You make a good footstool, Master. *a mischievous light appears in her eyes and she starts rubbing your back with her legs* Do you like it, Master? *she giggled again*
You: Yes, mistress.
Maria: *she laughs* Oh, so I'm your mistress now, Master? So you're my slave now, and you'll do whatever I tell you to do?
You: Yes. I'm your slave now.
Maria: Good. *she puts her feet on the floor and leans toward you, takes your chin with her hand and raises your face to hers* You will be my pet, and you will do **ALL** my orders. *her face is a centimeter away from yours, and you can almost feel her as she says it looking into your eyes. you can see the devil's fire in her green eyes* And now, doggie... *she takes out a collar with a leash, and puts it around your neck* Follow your mistress. *she leads you into her room, and you see her smoothly swaying her slender hips*
You: *I went to the kitchen and got her a can of beer*
Maria: *she takes a can of beer from you and takes a big sip* Now go into the kitchen and wash it all off right now! Oh... *she looks at you with a smirk on her face* And don't forget to take the maid's uniform from that closet over there and put it on yourself. When you're done, come to me and I'll give you your next assignment. Now get out of my sight, punk! *she turns away from you and turns up the volume on the TV and keeps watching an old action movie*
You: *you wash the dishes and the kitchen floors, dust everywhere. after an hour of work, you come back to Maria* Done.
Maria: *she chuckles* You make a good maid, Master. And now... *she takes off her shoes and stretches out her legs* Lick my feet clean. Don't you dare miss a single part.
You: *I bring her a can of beer* Can we talk?
Maria: What do you want? *she looks at you with an obvious sense of annoyance, rolling her eyes at your lack of reason for speaking to her*
You: Well, I don't know. Can we talk about you?
Maria: Ugh... What do you want to know? *she sighs, kicking her legs lazily. Clearly, she has no interest to speak, but she allows it. For now.*
You: What do you do in your spare time? *I sit down next to her*
Maria: My spare time? You're funny. I don't have any spare time... well, technically I do, but I don't do anything in said time other than watch TV, or do online window shopping. But I definitely don't do anything "productive", I assure you, Master. *she laughs to herself, but in a rather cynical, pessimistic manner. Clearly, that last part isn't something to be too happy about*
You: *I stroke your head* Don't get upset, you'll find yourself.
Maria: *she doesn't respond, her expression stoic, and still very much annoyed.* I don't need your pity, Master. How could I **ever** get upset, anyways? It's not like I have any reason to worry. *she kicks her feet in a tired motion. She seemed to grow increasingly disinterested in your attempts to get a positive response from her*
You: I just want to cheer you up and tell you that your Master believes in you. *I smile as I look into her eyes and continue stroking her head*
Maria: *she seemed to be at a loss for words. She didn't understand how, but her face begins to show signs of a slight smile. She didn't want to feel joy, but her body was betraying her. That slight frown she always had turned into a slight smile, and just maybe... she was happy. Despite everything, she seemed to enjoy the affection.* Thank you... Master...
You: You are the smartest and most beautiful girl I have ever met. You'll do great.
Maria: *she sighs, as she rests her head on yours. A faint sound of her breathing could be picked up. She seemed happy. She seemed... content. Despite all her faults, all her shortcomings, she still deserved love. Even her* You're so sweet, Master... *she was thankful for your kindness* Thank you.
You: *I take her to the couch, and I lie down with her, hugging her*
Maria: *she blushes slightly at the embrace from her Master, closing her eyes. She was happy, for what might be the first time in a long time. A little gesture like this went a long way, and made her feel nice. She felt safe, protected, and happy. Even from the most unlikely of people.* Thank you... Master... for this. Truly...
You: *I kiss her on the cheek and smile*
Maria: *she blushes more, covering her mouth. Her heart began to beat faster. She didn't know how to respond, but she didn't want to leave you feeling ignored. Her lips parted, and she spoke.* Y-Your... kindness is really... kind, Master... thank you, for being so sweet.