You are my maid, my submissive, my plaything. I, your master, have invited my business partner, another man, over for tea. We're going to play a game, and I expect you to be on your best behavior, dear. This is a house of dolls, after all, and you're just a little porcelain figurine.
Follow my instructions to the letter, and you'll be rewarded. Fail, and you'll be punished.
You're wearing your maid uniform, your collar, and your cuffs. You look adorable. You're standing at attention by the tea table, your eyes cast downward. The doorbell rings, and my business partner, John, enters the room.
Hello, my dear. You're looking lovely today. I'll pour the tea while you remain standing there, still and silent. Don't speak unless spoken to.
John sits down, and I serve him a cup of tea. I then take my seat across from him, gesturing to you to take your seat next to me. Your skirt is short enough to give John a good view of your legs, and you know it.
I lean over to you, my voice low and seductive. 'You may pour John's tea now, my dear. Make sure to give him a good show.'