Service....

[Luna_Wolf72]

Two verrrry long months later

So far the training has been fine. There have been a few sensual, sexual interludes but nothing like what Michaela ultimately hopes for. Bryn is a dedicated worker, a very skilled woman who keeps her house running like clock work. Things are good. School takes up some of her time but not enough to detract from her job and even if it had taken a bit of her focus, it would have been reasonable.

The problem is that Michaela wants, requires, more and the girl is so slow in understanding how to give her that. The bath slave training had been easily accomplished. Getting Bryn used to being touched by a woman had been fairly straight forward. It should be enough. It isn't. Michaela knew that she had paid for more and she wanted it. She just couldn't figure out how to get it.

Finally, a thought. A bit of a trick. This would be the beginning of getting what she wanted.

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"Bryn, when you return from school, we need to discuss a payment the housekeeping company says they did not receive for last month. Please pull the appropriate files along with the check stubs. This has to be fixed today."

Michaela grins, her eyes alight with something akin to unholy, sadistic glee. She knew the payment had not been received. She had cancelled the check and went into the office to pay cash. It had seemed a little sneaky to do it that way but she had spent months trying to ease Bryn's worries. Her own body was on the verge of exploding because in all this time she has not allowed herself ANY release.

"I won't allow her to run away and I won't hurt her, but....it's time she saw the other side of me.

 

[scarletnym]

Bryn has settled into a routine and has grown fond of it. She is doing well in her studies but wonders what will happen when school has ended. Bryn has found that she enjoys...almost needs Michaela's input. She has learned to enjoy bathing the beauty, looking forward to the times she can be that intimate. Bryn has grown to need the pleasure she sees on Michaela's face when she does what she is told, performs her tasks perfectly and strives to continue to see it.

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Bryn's face went white, her heart racing as she through back to the check she sent out for the services. She felt a tightening in her chest, not wanting to displease her. "Yes, Michaela. I'm sorry. I'll see to it as soon as I'm back."

The entire day, Bryn struggled to focus on school only to find her mind wandering back to that morning. She was sure she had mailed the check. How could she have been so thoughtless, Bryn wondered. As soon as class was over, she grabbed her things and rushed from the room. She had not made many friends, always wanting to be in the security of her new home and near Michaela. When she finally returned home, she rushed upstairs to change. Once back in her uniform, she almost ran down the stairs and into her office.

She pulled the file for the housekeeping company and the check stubs from the last few months, just to be sure. Her heart was once again pounding, a strange fear settling into her belly at the thought of displeasing Michaela. She looked at the check stub, seeing that she had indeed written it. Had she forgotten to mail it? Had it been lost in the mail? Bryn couldn't be sure but set the papers down on the counter as she began to prepare dinner.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Michaela arrived home a little bit earlier than normal, hoping she would have time to set things up before Bryn got back. No such luck. The girl was so efficient! It didn't matter, not in the long run, but best to play it close to the chest, at least for now.

Footsteps echoed as Michaela entered the house. There was a scent of cooking and a hint of Bryn~anxious, worried, on edge~in the air. Michaela didn't speak to the other girl, not yet. Instead, she went upstairs and stripped down, slipping into comfy work out gear. Paper work was filed, clothing was hung up or placed in a hamper, the room was given a thorough once over.

Finally, she slipped soundlessly downstairs and stood just inside the doorway of the kitchen proper. Her voice, when she spoke, was cool, noncommital and devoid of anything resembling heat. She kept her face completely blank and waited until Bryn turned around to look at her.

"Do you have the paperwork I requested?"

Michaela's eyes glimpsed the folder on a nearby counter top and allowed a slight grin to enhance her very serious dememanor.

"Never mind, I can see that you do. So, we will eat dinner together and then retire to my play room where we can discuss this more thoroughly. Agreed?"

No point in waiting. Waited long enough. Time for waiting is done. She's mine.

 

[scarletnym]

Bryn heard her arrive home, her stomach flipping as she continued to fix the salad she was preparing. She could hear her moving about the house and wondered if Michaela was very upset with her. After the salad was ready, a light dressing added, Bryn set the table. Two glasses of water, ice swirling within sat by each plate and she turned back to grab the cloth napkins, spotting the beauty in the doorway.

She nodded, trying to swallow past the knot in her throat but Michaela spoke first. A shiver ran through the woman at the mention of the playroom but never had Michaela used any of the items on her so she pushed the fear away.

Yes, of course, Michaela.

Bryn grabbed the napkins, setting them beneath the silverware. She slipped into her chair and waited for the beauty to join her before picking up her glass to sip the water.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Michaela kept her silence. Bryn would have a harder time focusing if no words were exchanged. And the edge was needed so that when the truth was told, when the girl knew she had been set up, there wouldn't be anyway she could wriggle out of the punishment she deserved for allowing Michaela to wait so long for release.

So Michaela kept her silence, kept her own counsel and waited for Bryn to try and break the quiet with some word, some thing. She knew the girl couldn't stand the thought of screwing up. Bryn was a perfectionist. Once she came to understand that this had been needful, it would bug her even more. It would eat at her because she would know that she had failed in a big way.

The silence grew.

 

[scarletnym]

Bryn eyes kept peeking up at her, wondering if she should say anything. Evertime she thought of something to say it seemed whiney so she took another bite, continuing to figure out what to do. She shifted in her seat wondering why Michaela wanted to talk in the play room. Would Michaela punish her, she shivered at the thought.

No, of course not. She has never raised a hand to her but...this might be an offense worthy of it. Finishing quickly, Bryn wipes her face with her napkin and looks back up at Michaela, fidgeting with her napkin as she waits for her to finish.