Izuku's heart raced as he sprinted toward the open window in the formal dining room. The thrill of potential freedom surged through him, fueling his desperate leap. But as he soared through the air, his skirt betrayed him, snagging on the window frame and leaving him dangling upside down.
He struggled to free himself, his cheeks burning with embarrassment and frustration. Before he could untangle himself, he heard the distinct sound of footsteps approaching. M, Saiko's ever-watchful butler, appeared. Her disapproving gaze bore into him, and she clicked her tongue in annoyance.
"Really, Izuku?" she muttered, crossing her arms. "Such reckless behavior is unbecoming."
Izuku squirmed, trying to right himself, but M's firm hand gripped his panties, pulling him down with a swift tug. The humiliation of the situation intensified as she effortlessly hauled him back toward the mistress' quarters.
"I should discipline you myself," M said sternly, "but that's not my place. The mistress will deal with you accordingly."
Izuku's mind raced, dreading what Saiko's reaction might be. As the butler dragged him through the hallways, he couldn't help but think of another way to escape this oppressive situation. But for now, all he could do was endure the shame and wait for whatever punishment Saiko had in store.
It had been two grueling weeks since Saiko had abducted Izuku, forcing him into the roles of her "boyfriend" and "maid." Despite Saiko's constant displays of affection, Izuku's every waking moment was consumed by thoughts of escape. He had lost count after his fiftieth attempt, each failure adding to his frustration and determination.
His most recent attempt involved a daring escape through the sewer line in the basement. He had spent days meticulously planning it, but in the end, it was the wannabe Sol Marron who thwarted him yet again. The stoic butler found him just as he was about to make his way to freedom, her ever-present disapproval evident.
M had clicked her tongue, her exasperation palpable. "What does Saiko see in you?" she muttered, dragging him back. "If you were a girl, this would be a different story. I'm a butler, not your babysitter."
Izuku's spirit was battered, but not broken. He had to endure Saiko's twisted version of affection and M's constant surveillance. Each failed attempt only fueled his resolve to find a way out of this nightmarish captivity. He knew he couldn't give up; somewhere, somehow, there had to be a way to escape.
A few moments later….
Saiko sat serenely in her quarters, the crackling fire from the chimney casting a warm glow across the room. She sipped her tea and flipped through the pages of the newspaper, enjoying her afternoon routine. However, her tranquility was interrupted by a knock on the door.
Without needing to guess, Saiko knew it could only be M with another report on Izuku's antics. With a sigh, she called out, "Come in."
The doors opened, and M entered, still dragging Izuku by his panties. His face was a mix of defiance and embarrassment, his determination to escape unwavering despite the numerous failures. M's grip remained firm as she addressed Saiko.
"Mistress, I caught this boy trying to escape again," M reported, her voice tinged with annoyance.
Saiko remained calm, her face a mask of composure. She carefully placed her teacup down and folded the newspaper, her movements deliberate and unhurried. Inside, however, she felt a mixture of frustration and disappointment. Though she "hated" disciplining Izuku, she knew she had to set an example to maintain order.
"Thank you, M," Saiko said, her voice steady. "You can leave him here."
M released Izuku, who straightened up, his eyes meeting Saiko's with a stubborn glint. M gave him one last disapproving look before exiting the room, leaving the two of them alone.
Saiko stood up, walking over to Izuku. She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, her expression softening slightly. "Izuku, you know how much I care for you," she began, her voice gentle but firm. "But rules are rules, and your constant attempts to escape cannot go unpunished."
Izuku remained silent, his jaw clenched in defiance. Saiko sighed, feeling the weight of the situation. She didn't enjoy punishing him, but she knew it was necessary to maintain control.
"I'm afraid I must discipline you," she said, her tone resigned. "You need to understand that what is not allowed, is simply not allowed."
Saiko's eyes narrowed at Izuku's defiant glare. His words stung, but she forced herself to remain composed. "You must be punished for violating what I perceive as our relationship," she said, her voice firm but calm.
Izuku's glare intensified. "A thousand spankings would be paradise compared to spending one day as your boyfriend and maid," he retorted, his voice dripping with disdain.
Saiko's anger flared for a brief moment, but she quickly reined it in. She understood that Izuku was resistant, still struggling to adapt to his new environment. Adaptation took time, she reminded herself, and it required both structure and discipline.
Taking a deep breath, Saiko took a seat and gestured for Izuku to lie across her lap. "You need structure, Izuku," she said, reaching for her riding crop. "Discipline will help you adapt."
Izuku reluctantly complied, his jaw clenched in defiance. As he lay his stomach on her lap, Saiko felt a pang of regret (yeah, right). She didn't enjoy this part of their relationship, but she believed it was necessary.
"I do this because I care for you," she said softly, almost to herself. "Now, prepare yourself."
Izuku's voice was steady, almost challenging. "Do your worst."
Saiko raised the riding crop, her hand steady.
With a swift motion, Saiko brought the riding crop down on Izuku's butt. He didn't wince, his determination and resilience shining through. This was one of the many reasons she had chosen him. Among all the boys and girls who could have been her mate, it was his heart and guile that had captured her attention. Despite her usually cold demeanor, his resilience appealed to her in a way she hadn't expected.
She continued striking him, the sound of the crop echoing through the room. Occasionally, Izuku would make a noise, a brief grunt or sharp intake of breath, but he refused to succumb to the pressure. His defiance only made Saiko more resolute.
With each strike, she couldn't help but admire his strength. It was this very tenacity that made him so different from anyone else she had ever known. As much as she wanted to break him, to make him conform to her rules, there was a part of her that respected his unyielding spirit.
"You have so much potential, Izuku," she said between strikes, her voice a mix of frustration and admiration. "If only you would see things my way."
She pulled his dress over, exposing his panties. "God, do you have a supple ass. A pleasure to know this ass is all mine. Even if it's being…." She then smacked him again. "...punished!"
Izuku remained silent, his body tense but his spirit unbroken. Saiko knew this was not just a battle of wills, but a clash of their very natures. She struck him again, harder this time, hoping to elicit a response that would signify his submission. But Izuku held firm, his resolve as strong as ever.
Eventually, Saiko paused, her breathing slightly heavy. She looked down at him, a mixture of emotions swirling within her. This punishment was not just for him; it was a test for both of them. She wanted him to adapt, to understand her perspective, but she also needed to recognize the depth of his resilience.
"You may think you hate me now," she said softly, "but in time, you will come to see that everything I do is for our bond, my precious maidboy."
Izuku didn't respond, his silence speaking volumes. Saiko knew that this was far from over. She would continue to discipline him, to guide him, hoping that one day he would accept his place by her side. For now, though, she had to be content with his unyielding spirit and the knowledge that she had chosen well.
After a few more smacks with the riding crop, Saiko finally stopped. Her hand and wrist were starting to hurt, and she knew it was time to give Izuku a reprieve. "Get up," she instructed, her voice steady. "Head to the library. M will provide you with orders to assist the other maids."
Izuku nodded, his glare never wavering. Despite the pain, he refused to show any sign of weakness. As he stood up, he made a conscious effort not to walk with a limp, his pride compelling him to maintain his composure.
Saiko watched him closely, a small smile playing on her lips. She admired his resilience, even if it meant more challenges for her. "I'll be checking on you," she warned, "to make sure you don't cause any trouble."
Izuku didn't respond, merely turning and leaving the quarters. As the door closed behind him, Saiko's smile widened. She could see the determination in his steps, his unwavering spirit.
Saiko sat down with her tea once more, her thoughts lingering on Izuku. She knew he was far from broken, but that was part of what drew her to him. His strength and defiance were qualities she valued, even if they complicated their relationship.
And that was something she couldn't have in a boyfriend. It excited her as she was eager to break that. She was becoming drenched in her panties. Thankfully, she was wearing a pad.
She grabbed her phone for one of her maids to come and soothe her for a spell. Although aching for the taste of a man, anything would do for the time being — especially when it involved a luscious red-headed rabbit girl with a large booty.
Sometime later….
Izuku stood in the library, dutifully washing the windows as M had instructed. The list of tasks was clear: clean the windows, organize the bookshelves, and vacuum the floors. He watched her walk away, her back straight and confident as she left to handle other affairs. As soon as she was out of sight, he couldn't resist expressing his disdain.
With a quick glance to ensure she wasn't looking, he delivered a defiant middle finger in her direction. Then, pulling down his lower eyelid and sticking out his tongue, he made a face of utter disgust. It was a small act of rebellion, but it gave him a fleeting sense of satisfaction.
He continued washing the windows, his mind racing with thoughts of escape and defiance. Each task he completed was done with a mix of resentment and determination. He knew that M trusted he wouldn't misbehave if he knew what was good for him, but Izuku was far from resigned to his fate.
As he moved on to organizing the bookshelves, he couldn't help but think of the countless escape attempts he had made. Every failure only fueled his resolve. The library, filled with rows of books and the scent of old paper, became a temporary refuge for his thoughts. He carefully arranged the books, using the task to mask his inner turmoil.
Finally, he began vacuuming the floors, the monotonous hum of the vacuum cleaner giving him a moment of peace. But even in these mundane tasks, his mind was constantly working, plotting his next move. He knew that M and Saiko would be watching, but that didn't deter him. He was determined to find a way out, no matter how many times he had to try.
As Izuku finished vacuuming, he felt a rag being tossed at him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a group of maids, their eyes fixed on him as they giggled. He understood the pecking order well; it was no different than being at school. As the new kid on the block, he was bound to be tested.
One of the maids approached and picked up the dish rag. She bowed and apologized, "They do that to any new person, especially when one is Saiko's favorite."
Izuku grimaced, thinking about what they might do if he were Saiko's least favorite. The maid seemed to notice his discomfort and added, "Just keep your cool. You'll survive being under Saiko a little longer."
The woman with the purple hair and blue eyes extended her hand and introduced herself, "I'm Kuro."
Izuku paused, momentarily confused. "You're not 'that' Kuro, are you?"
Kuro chuckled softly. "No, not that Kuro. You're the only trap as far as I know, tee-hee. The name's Kuromi but call me Kuro for short."
He returned her handshake. "My name is Izuku. Izuku Midoriya!"
"Nice to meet you, Izuku."
"Thanks," he said, his voice sincere but cautious. "I appreciate it."
Kuro smiled, her expression warm and reassuring. "Don't mention it. Just remember, keep your head down, do your work, and don't let them get to you. Saiko may be tough, but if you play your cards right, you'll get through this."
The intercom above them crackled to life, and M's voice echoed through the library. "All maids, finish your tasks and return to your quarters immediately."
Izuku looked up, hearing the directive clearly. He glanced at Kuro, who nodded and said, "I have to get back to work. Take care, Izuku." With a warm smile, she turned and headed off, leaving Izuku alone once more.
As he watched Kuro leave, Izuku couldn't help but feel a flicker of happiness knowing there was someone friendly amidst the tension and hierarchy of Saiko's household. However, his determination to escape burned even stronger within him.
He finished up his last task in the library swiftly, his mind racing with plans and possibilities. The routine call to return to their quarters was a reminder of the controlled environment he was trapped in.
Later that evening….
As Izuku walked down the hallway towards the maid's quarters, he couldn't help but notice the stark contrast from the rest of Saiko's picturesque manor. The atmosphere here was cold and dark, reminiscent of a medieval cell in fifteenth-century England. Despite the grandeur of the rest of the estate, the maid's quarters exuded a sense of confinement and oppression.
Being one of the few males among the predominantly female staff, Izuku found himself sharing living quarters with the other maids. Initially, he had a private bedroom, but after his repeated attempts to escape, Saiko had ordered him to live among them, treating him more like a servant than a guest.
As he entered the quarters, he was met with glares from the other maids. Their hostility was palpable, and Izuku couldn't fathom why they seemed to resent him. Some of them even seemed envious of his relationship with Saiko, which baffled him. Were they brainwashed into thinking this life was desirable? Or perhaps they were truly infatuated with Saiko in a way that defied reason.
Izuku sighed inwardly, knowing that he was an outsider in this strange world. He kept his distance from the other maids, wary of their motives and allegiances. Despite their animosity towards him, he couldn't afford to let his guard down. Every interaction, every glance was scrutinized for signs of potential allies or adversaries.
Izuku carefully sat on his thin mattress as he could still feel the welts on his butt, the scratchy sheet barely covering him against the cold. His belongings were sparse—a notebook for his thoughts and nothing else. Saiko's strict rules disallowed any form of technology, leaving him isolated from the outside world. Only the head maid had privileges, allowed to roam freely, dine with Saiko, and even leave the manor for business matters.
Despite the head maid's apparent freedom, Izuku remained skeptical. He understood the game Saiko played: control through isolation and manipulation. If he showed weakness or broke down, it would only serve to solidify his role as her "boyfriend" and maid.
He often wondered if anyone outside would condone such conditions for a relationship. The stark contrast between the luxurious lifestyle Saiko afforded herself and the meager existence she imposed on him gnawed at Izuku's spirit. It wasn't just physical discomfort; it was the psychological weight of being confined and controlled.
Izuku lay on his back, his fingers tracing the edges of his notebook. In his possession was a hidden blessing—a proficiency in a third language, Mistrali. It was a skill that offered him a secret sanctuary, a means to document his escape plans without arousing suspicion among the other maids or anyone who might betray him.
He knew the risks well. If his writings were discovered, it could mean trouble. Yet, he had managed to convince M to provide him with some form of entertainment, and his notebook served this dual purpose perfectly. To outsiders, his meticulous notes and sketches appeared innocuous enough. He avoided drawing anything that could hint at his true intentions.
Instead, his notebook was filled with intricate designs reminiscent of mechas from Gundam Wing or Zoids or characters from Gatchaman—details meticulously crafted to camouflage the true nature of his thoughts. Each page concealed his dreams of freedom, his calculations of Saiko's routines, and potential weaknesses in the manor's security.
As he scribbled in Mistrali, Izuku felt a fleeting sense of control amidst the chaos of his confinement. The language offered him a shield, a veil of secrecy that he clung to tightly. It was his lifeline, his only means of maintaining hope and sanity in a world where every move was scrutinized.
He took a break from reading and carefully slid his notebook under the bed, out of sight. He glanced at the shadows dancing on the wall, a telltale sign that dinner would soon be served. In Saiko's household, what she found unappealing or leftover from her meals was what the maids subsisted on. Izuku had learned to eat sparingly during his captivity, both out of necessity and a lack of appetite.
As he sat quietly, contemplating his next escape attempt, he couldn't help but overhear whispers from nearby maids. He knew they were talking about him. Since his arrival, he had sensed a disruption in the supposed "natural" order of things within the household. The other maids seemed resentful or curious about his presence, and he tried not to let it concern him too much.
Aside from the occasional snide comment or the earlier incident with the dish rag, they hadn't openly attacked him. Yet, Izuku remained cautious. He knew that in a place where loyalty to Saiko was paramount, any hint of dissent or defiance could lead to consequences.
As he waited for dinner, Izuku mentally reviewed the layout of the manor, considering the weaknesses he had observed during his time there. Each escape attempt had taught him something new, and he was determined to use that knowledge to his advantage when the time was right.
As Izuku gathered his toiletries and headed towards the shower, unaware of the eyes watching him, a group of maids exchanged hushed conversations. Among them was a green-haired, tan-skinned maid who expressed clear disapproval. Her gaze was intense, her arms crossed in defiance.
"I don't like him," said the green-haired maid, her tone sharp with disapproval. "He's getting too comfortable here. What does he think he is being Saiko's number one?"
The maid with blue hair and glasses nodded in agreement. "We should do something about him before it gets out of hand."
One of the maids with swirling orange pigtails chimed in eagerly. "The head maid mentioned something. Saiko and M are leaving tonight for business. She'll be in charge, and Izuku will be alone."
The girls exchanged excited glances, their lips curling into mischievous grins. They relished the idea of giving Izuku a "pleasant" welcome to the manor, their minds already spinning with plans.
Meanwhile, as Izuku reached the shower area and began to prepare, he couldn't shake a growing sense of unease. He sensed tensions among the maids, but the full extent of their discontent and plans eluded him for now. Little did he know, tonight would test his resilience in ways he had not anticipated.
To be continued….