I hummed softly as I put the finishing touches on the salmon. Teriyaki salmon was my wife's favorite dish and it filled me with pride to know that I was making her happy. My mouth watered slightly as I arranged the tray. (I would only be having a salad myself, as I had to maintain my figure.)
Taking out a pocket mirror from my apron, I checked myself to make sure I was presentable to her. My make-up was well-applied, my long blonde hair was pulled back in a sensible ponytail beneath my maid's cap, and my maid's outfit was spotless. All good so far. The lace bra I was wearing underneath was pushing my fake C-cup breasts up nicely, and my thong panties were hiding my chastity device that was covering my clitty.
All set, I picked up the tray and headed for my wife's study, my high heels click-clacking on the hardwood floor all the way. I knocked on the door quietly and waited for her to respond.
"Come in." came the voice of my wife through the door.
With a little bit of trepidation, I went inside. Alone among the rooms of the house, I was not allowed in her study if she wasn't there. I knew she kept her personal computer and business records here, as well as her bank account information and the household budget. None of which I was allowed to look at, of course. The paltry savings I had managed to accumulate before we got married had been transferred to her account. She said that it would be much better off in her hands and it was hard to argue. She had a MBA and was successfully running her family's investment firm.
I looked and saw her reclining in her expensive leather chair. I swallowed as I got a good look at my wife. Her long black hair, smooth skin and green eyes enchanted me just like she did when she was my boss. She was dressed in a beautiful though simple nightgown. I knew she had sexier lingerie, but she didn't seem to ever wear them around the house now. It was concerning, but all things considered it might be for the best. My clitty tried to stir enough even without seeing her like that.
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