You are frozen by his words, daring to imagine what he would do next. Part of you wants to deliver an answer just so that you would have some control, but you also deeply fear that this twisted man would mistake your participation as consent or enjoyment. So torn are you over these thoughts that you completely fall out of touch with space and time until the man's voice pierces your ears.
"What a splendid idea, something simple that will show you your place. Both in mind and body."
The man steps forward and puts his hand under your chin. You feel the light pressure of his hand on your smooth soft skin and want nothing more than to jump away.
"Samantha, my beautiful kitten, would you prepare me some tea?"
An indescribable feeling flushes through your body. From the delicate cat ears on the tip of your head, through your tense, slender hairless limbs, radiating through your unpredictably flicking tail, down to the toes encased in your black maid shoes, a mix of so many feelings spread into your every inch.
"T-tea?"
The man's grip on your chin becomes slightly firmer as another dark grin appears of his face.
"Yes my kitten. I want you to prepare some tea. I'll even help you."
With his free hand your captor snaps his fingers and then turns your head. A table has appeared in the room covered with an elegant white and silver cloth upon which sits a full tea set. Steam gently escapes from the teapot indicating that it was full of hot water. Next to it sits a cup of ground tea leaves and a lustrous silver spoon. The man releases your chin which causes you to meow softly in surprise.
"Yes m-master..."
You can only wonder about what is happening as you sway your hips walking over to the table before you. Was this all the man wanted? For you to prepare a simple drink? After being turned into a maid with the ears and tail of a cat and being stripped of all modesty, after serving as the target of this strange man's desires, after all of that perhaps things would't get worse. Perhaps they just couldn't. If you were just a good girl, a good kitten, a good maid. Maybe then you wouldn't have to worry. There would be no need to struggle. You would merely serve your master as a maid should and he would care for you as a master should.
You carefully raise the teapot and pour the steaming water into one of the empty cups, suddenly exuding a particular feminine grace without meaning to. Next you take an ample portion of tea leaves and sprinkle them into the water before taking the spoon and gentle mixing the contents of the cup. The scent rises to your gently curved nose. It was comforting and you couldn't help but inhale it daintily with your eyes briefly closed. Only now remembering your situation, you turn to see the man smiling as he gazes upon you. It seems that your legs now capture his attention. Your eyes quickly shift to the floor. Maintaining the lack of eye contact, you pick up the cup and the plate that it rests on.
"Here is your tea, master."
You look at your master with nervous eyes, but he pays you no mind and takes the cup. Without any hesitation he sips the tea that you prepared.
"Well done Samantha."
Unsure if you're able to look at him in the eye, you shift your focus to and from his face.
"I'm glad that you like it master."
A heaviness falls over as you realize what you said. What were you thinking? You lock your sight on the man who doesn't react at all.
"Fresh tea is indeed enjoyable, especially when prepared by so fair a maid."
The man's fascination with his tea calms you, but he suddenly takes a step toward you.
"Something is missing however. Samantha, there is no milk. Won't you fetch some for me?"
Your heart pounds nervously in your chest.
"Of course master."
You only manage to turn back toward the table, unable to even take a single step before you are grabbed by the shoulders. Your tail flicks up in shock, exposing your lower body to everyone in the room, although you know there is only one besides yourself.
"Samantha, there is no milk there."
The man brings himself to your ear and brushes your hair aside. You cannot see him, yet the horrific smile that adorns his face couldn't be more clear.
"You are carrying my milk. Your uniform is tailor made for you duties, every single one of them."
The man swings himself in front of you and takes the tea cup from your hands.
"I... I gave it to you when did..."
The man who made you his maid held the cup up to your exposed breast. The tea was still hot and steaming. You felt the hot steam rise to your exposed nipple and then condense into droplets on your breast. Could there by a feeling more alien than this? Yet despite the discomfort, the rolling steam leaves a sting of pleasure as it caresses your womanly body. Looking down at yourself you see your nipples harden and begin to expand outward. It leaves you nearly dazed, but a small shiny bead of white breaks the trance. The drop of milk dances of the tip of your breast for a few seconds before falling away into your master's drink.
"My, my, you barely need to express yourself. Impressive as that was, a single drop isn't enough. Now maid, please give me some more."