Maid to Serve

Jon came to a decision. He knew *exactly* how to punish Sarah. "I wish," he said, "that until I wish otherwise, that Sarah, as punishment for something she had done, had been sold to me as a combination maid and sex slave. She would retain her personality and memory, but would be completely unable to disobey me, regardless of what I ordered her to do. As part of her punishment, her breasts would be doubled in size, made to be constantly lactating and able to make enough milk so that I could drink her milk and nothing else if I wanted." The stone flashed. The door to Jon's room opened. He heard a voice say, "Master? Miss Zoe says that you wanted me." In came Sarah, dressed in a super sexy French Maid's outfit that left almost nothing to the imagination. Her eyes were red, as if she had been crying recently. Jon felt a pang of guilt; after all, selling someone into slavery *was* extreme, even for what Sarah had done. But that quickly disappeared beneath the lust generated by her gigantic bosom. Jon wondered what he would do first with his new maid.