Relaxation Leads To (CP and myself)

[DomG]

Peter had it all, his family was rich and powerful, nothing had ever been denied him and his entire life. Of course it only cost him any hopes and dreams that he might have for himself, he was expected to grow up and do just what his parents expected. They wanted him to be married within a few years and were pushing him toward a number of potential young woman whom they felt were suitable for him to marry.

Of course they were lovely but that was hardly the point, he didn't know any of them, they were only being introduced to him because their families had money and influence that could help his own family. In the same way he knew that these young women only pretended to have an interest in him because it was best for their families rather then because they were really attracted to him.

He knew it could be worse though, at least he knew they were being honest when they would compliment him on his good looks. At twenty one years of age Peter worked quite hard to keep himself in good shape, his body was tall and slim but covered in corded muscle, a daily regiment of swimming or running keeping him fit.

As he entered his private quarters, having just ended another of his parents pointless courting attempts he sighed and pushed his messy black hair back from his eyes. After all that he needed to relax a little bit. Loosening his tie he set his jacket aside on a nearby table. “Come out come out wherever you are.” He called out, teasing to get her attention, she always knew just how to help him unwind.

 

[Cheshire Pup]

Molly had been with Peter since she was a little girl. As a child she had been bought by his family and given to him as a birthday present. They were seven at the time and Molly remembered it. There were good and bad times of course but the two of them had grown up together, there wasn't a person in this house that knew Peter better then Molly.

Lately his parents had been trying to fix him up, marry him off to some rich girl that he did not even know for the better of the family or for some busyness opportunity. She had seen their type a million times over. They came in there and pretended like they cared about Peter, pretending they were interested in something other then his money. They'd come here and treat her like she was trash, sometimes even try and get into bed with him in hopes of increasing their chances.

As it was Molly had long blonde hair and deep blue eyes. She was thin and petite. Her silky smooth hair was pulled back into a tight little bun was was requested by his parents. The glasses on the end of her nose were stylish, thin lenses. She was wearing a classic maids uniform, The black dress went down to her knees, the apron around the front was frilly and spotless. Her white stocking covered the rest of her legs and lead all the way down to the black flats. She was supposed to be wearing heels but traveling a house as big as this heels were murder on her feet.

She heard someone coming and quickly hid the flats in the back of his walk in closet, she heard the door to his room open ad she put the straps around her ankles. The shoes looked like classic mary-janes only with much higher heels. When he called her the girl's lush red lips pulled back into a smile and she can out of the walk in closet. "Master I was just finishing putting your cloths away. Is there something you need?" She asked him. Molly was always happy to serve Peter, perhaps happier then she should be to see him happy.

 

[DomG]

Frustrated with the tie Peter ceased trying to loosen it and instead just removed it all together, letting it fall to the floor before removing his shoes, the stiff leather having grown uncomfortable. They needed to be broken in but the problem was that once he broke them in they would cease to shine there way they did when they were new... which meant that they would be replaced right away. His feet had no doubt been torn up just wearing them for a few hours and every time he put them on he felt new sympathy for Molly and those heels, hell if it weren't for how her legs looked in them he would have probably had her stop wearing them some time ago.

It was just a pity that her maid uniform wasn't more flattering, shorten the skirt, add some fishnets maybe, and of course tighten the whole thing up and it would be just about perfect. “The clothing can wait.” He grunted as he sank into a comfortable chair, feeling better already with the tie and shoes off, like he could breath properly.

“I had another one of those boring little meetings with a possible future wife.” He explained, though he suspected that she already knew. The women as a rule were absolute bitches and treated Molly quite poorly, it was understandable why she hated them. And of course he could understand at least at some level why they disliked her, even if he were to get married he wouldn't let Molly go, she belonged to him, a close friend with whom he had shared many things, he would never get rid of one who could please him so perfectly... especially if it were a marriage of convenience.

“Needless to say it was a rather tedious affair and could use your special brand of help in unwinding.” He thought that would make it quite clear what he desired, he needed to experience release if he was to unwind.

 

[Cheshire Pup]

She knew what it was like to have uncomfortable shoes but she said nothing on the subject, it was not her place to say anything about what was worn. If he could convince his family to allow it then he would be able to do what ever he chose with her uniform. He could make it shorter, tighter, change the stocking to fishnets or simply remove the uniform all together and make her clean the house in nothing at all but carrying the cleaning supplies would be difficult then.

"I saw. What a... energetic woman." Molly knew better then to insult Peter's potential matches. There had been a fight a few months ago where his parents were deciding who to pick for him to see next. Molly had suggested inviting him in on the decision and she was yelled at for it, then she questioned why he wasn't considered while they decided his future and she was smacked. They were allowed to hit her, she was property after all, but Peter never raised a hand to her.

When he mentioned her special brand of unwinding she blushed. Sometimes when he was tense a glass of milk could calm him, sometimes he preferred it form the source. "I am sorry master but you will need to be a little bit more specific." she told him as she returned to the laundry basket filled with his cloths, folding them and putting them away as she hoped to calm the blush on her cheeks. She hoped that he meant that he wanted some milk, she was given special medication so that she would produce milk just for him and with all of the meetings things have been so busy they haven't had any alone time and her breasts were large and swollen in their neglect.

 

[DomG]

He watched her blush with a small smile, he had a very good idea about where her mind had gone but that wasn't quite what he had in mind. Sex was easy enough for him to come by, especially during his little courtship encounters with the potential wives. However he had refrained from seduction this time, for some reason that he couldn't explain he just hadn't been in the mood and certainly wasn't in it now.

However Molly... that was a tempting though. The knowledge that he could have her in an instant if he were to say it was an exciting one but he couldn't do that to her, some people used their slaves in such ways, abused them horribly but she was a friend, a lovely friend whom he had considered taking several times but had never been able to say the words that would get her into his bed in an instant.

That of course didn't mean that he hadn't fantasized about it, that he hadn't watched her closely, she was incredibly beautiful and the temptation was almost always present.

“Of course, I'm sorry.” He said with a small chuckle, unable to keep his eyes from her swollen and heavy breasts, knowing that it had to be uncomfortable for her at that moment. “My back is a little bit tight and I am thirsty, so after we have relieved a little bit of the pressure from your breasts I would like you to give me a massage, just something to help me unwind.” He licked his lips a little, an unconscious gesture that came from the thought of her taste, it was unlike anything else and even know he knew that without attention it became uncomfortable for her he knew that he didn't want to give up her sweet taste.

 

[Cheshire Pup]

When he mentioned that all he wanted was a massage she was a little bit disappointed but she managed to hide it. She needed to relieve some of the pressure and that was not the only pressure she wished he would relieve. Molly was perhaps the only person in this house not getting any and not only was she not sleeping with anyone but she had never done so. That's right, this girl was a virgin. She was given to him at such a young age that she had not desired sex before she belonged to him and now that she did he wouldn't touch her.

The two of them were very intimate, sometimes it bothered his parents. She could wash his back in the massive bathtubs, sometimes he would wish to wash hers. Sometimes after she went through an extremely stressful day he'd want to wash all of her and take some milk in the process. If others knew they would think that he just wanted to enjoy his slave but no one knew that she enjoyed it too. Despite how close they were he never wanted her for sex and she did not understand why.

She had heard what some people did to their slaves, some awful things or slaves used for sex alone and while she was happy to be treated better then that she knew that he wanted sex because he was having it with so many strange woman and she thought he wanted it with her because she had seen the way he looked at her but he never asked. Was that because he thought she would refuse it? If given the choice she would never refuse him, she wanted him as much as he wanted her and even if she didn't she'd still be unable to refuse... maybe that was the reason he never asked.

When he mentioned wanting her milk she smiled a little bit. Putting away the item she had been folding she walked over to him and stood before him, a heavy blush on her cheeks. It did not matter how many times they did this she never seemed to stop blushing. She removed the apron, beneath it the dress buttoned down to her stomach. Unbuttoning the dress she exposed a frilly white bra with a clip in the front of it. The bra matched the frilly white lacy panties she wore and the lacey garders that held the thigh high white stockings. If he asked she could shed the whole dress and stand before him in nothing but the panties, garders, stockings and high heels but as it was she let the dress hang on her shoulders.

Blushing as she unclasped the front of the bra to release her double D breasts for his use. Usually they were just D's but in his neglect she had gone up a cupsize and was not enjoying it. "W-would you like me to stand here or sit beside you?" she asked him, trying to be polite and proper as she was expected to be. Or perhaps you would like to lay be down on your bed while your mouth ravages my breasts? They're neglected and swollen because you've been ignoring me to bone these woman you've met only hours before! She wanted to say that, deeply she wanted to but she could not. She would be lying if she said that she didn't enjoy it when he drank from her and she would be lying if she said she didn't get the most enjoyment out of it if he had her lay back with him on top of her. As much as she wished though she could not say it, she could hope though and with as well as he knew he she could only hope that hope would be enough.

 

[DomG]

As she unbuttoned her top and revealed her breasts to him Peter shifted a little in his seat, trying and failing to hide the impressive bulge that was growing in his pants, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. It was more then just the taste of her milk that he enjoyed, he loved to press his lips to those perfect little nipples, to cup her flawless breasts in his hands and gently squeeze them, not just to aid in the flow but also just for the sheer enjoyment of the act. There were many women he had seduced but none of them had been able to compare to her beauty, none of them had such lovely breasts.

Now that his mind had gone down this road he knew that he would be taking his desires in hand later that evening, handling his own needs until he was sore and unsatisfied, laying in bed and thinking of Molly. Still, just because he wouldn't go so far as to fuck her or even lay a lustful hand on her didn't mean that he couldn't do things that would help him enjoy himself a little more, something to add to his growing library of fantasies.

“Take the dress off.” He sighed, trying to sound a little bit impatient as he looked at her, noting the blush on her cheeks, something that was as beautiful as anything else about her. “You look silly standing there with it half hanging off you.” A poor excuse he knew to get more of her clothing off of her but he couldn't just say that he wanted to see her naked. And it was time for another pure excuse merely to get more closeness from her as he drank. “Why don't we have you sit across my lap, my back if a bit tight to lean over and I know its uncomfortable for you to bend over to help me reach your nipples, maybe that would work better.”

He was literally torturing himself, this would lead his brain no where that would help, not a single good thing could really come of this but he needed to do it.

 

[Cheshire Pup]

When he said to take the dress off she looked at him surprised. He had almost snapped the demand. She hadn't noticed the bulge in his pants but when he said it looked silly the slave rubbed her arm a little bit, embarrassed by the comment. She pulled the dress over her head, exposing her white silky panties and the lacy garders that held up the white stockings that went with her uniform. She felt a little bit silly now, standing there with her bra open and still in her shoes despite the fact that she was clearly indecent to go anywhere. That didn't mean that she didn't look drop dead sexy as she walked to hang up her dress so it would not wrinkle.

The girl had all the right curves in all the right places. When she heard what he said about sitting on his lap she looked down and her face flushed pink when she saw the bulge in his pants. It seemed that she wasn't the only one eager to get to the suckling. She took off the bra as well, since it was hanging lose she thought it would look as silly as the dress had. Her whole upper half was bare. She wore no necklace and only had little diamond studs in her ears for looks. Her silken blonde hair was pulled up into a neat bun, when freed it fell all the way to the small of her back but he hadn't seen it down in a very long time.

Still, she did what he said and straddled his lap, blushing deeply as she felt his length pressing through his pants against her panties. She put her hands on his arms to hold herself and kept her head down to try and hide the heavy blush that was collecting on her cheeks. Sure she'd seen him naked but sitting on his lap while he was aroused like this was a whole new experience. "A-are you ready?" She asked him, still blushing deeply a the situation.

 

[DomG]

Despite himself, despite all of his ideals about not taking advantage of his power over her Peter was very tempted to go further as she removed her dress and the bra. How easy it would be for him to just unzip his pants and show her just how to please him. Taking it as far as he was right now, wasn't this abusing his power over her in a sense. With the way she blushed her knew she was a little bit embarrassed about the situation. Still, in his mind there was a fine line between tormenting himself and fueling a few fantasies and outright ordering her to take care of his needs.

He wasn't quite ready yet though, he was going to enjoy this for as long as he could before it was finished. Almost unconsciously his body began to move, grinding lightly up against her while his hands held her hips and his eyes roamed over her body. “Its been a little while since we last bathed together.” He commented, knowing it had been several years but couldn't recall how many. “Your hips are much more full then they once were, you have grown.” And with that observation he reached behind her, undoing the bun that held her hair up in a desire to get the full effect.

Peter smiled a little as he saw the golden tresses fall down her back, his fingers brushing through the silken locks before he lightly cupped and lifted her breasts, once more taking his time and feeling their weight and firmness. Finally with his curiosity satisfied he dipped his head to her breasts, running a tongue over each nipple to ensure they were hardened before latching his mouth over the left breast, suckling gently until he felt the first trickle of warm liquid pour over his tongue like his own source of ambrosia.

 

[Cheshire Pup]

She tried to ignore the feeling, really she did. Straddling the bulge in his pants she knew that he was aroused but when he began to shift, grinding ever so slightly against her, it was beginning to arouse her as well. At the same time he had his hands on her hips, holding them in a way she had only seen in her dreams. Gently she places one of her hands over his. Even if he didn't really care the way that she wanted him to, even if this was only for the breast milk and even if it was just bodily lust it was fun to pretend.

It was fun to pretend that he really cared about her, when she had time to herself she could imagine that she was not his slave but his girlfriend or even his close friend. She could pretend that even if she was not his property he would still enjoy having her around. She could pretend that he'd love her the way that she loved him. The only problem with pretending was that eventually you had to stop and get back to reality and as much as she wanted it that reality was not the one that she lived in.

His comment about her hips made her blush. "I-It has been a while..." she agreed, unsure of what he was waiting for. Usually he didn't stall this long before drinking from her but she didn't mind, it was more alone time that she got to spend with him. When he reached up and undid her bun she was caught off guard. She felt her hair come loose and reached up to fix it then she stopped. She felt his fingers brushing through her hair and she could not help but smile. If she had her way she would keep her hair down all the time just in hopes that he would do this again but his parents had control over her uniform and they said her hair needed to be pulled out of the way.

Finally he got to her breasts. He handled her body with care, he almost seemed to be inspecting them, committing them to memory, they were, after all, a size larger then when he last had them. When he dipped down to get to them Molly took hold of his arms, leaning back a little to give him more access. Her breath quickened a little when his tongue ran over the sensitive flesh and as he began to suckle small pleasured whimper escaped the girl. This was not the first time she'd done this, sometimes he could even get a moan out of her, he wasn't the only one that found pleasure in this.

 

[DomG]

He was lost as he drank, at first suckling gently but the taste quickly drove him to draw harder against her nipples, his mouth opening wide to engulf as much of her breast as he could as he swallowed every drop greedily. The taste was like nothing he could describe, warm and satisfying like nothing else, the taste always seeming to change a little bit depending on what she had eaten last. Whatever that last meal of hers had been it had been something quite sweet, possibly fruit of some kind.

The whimpering though, he hadn't really noticed that she did that in the past... was that a sound of pleasure or just more embarrassment. Either way he ground up against her harder, unable to help himself at the sound of those enticing little noises that she was making. Everything that she was doing right then would only fuel his fantasies later on that night as he lay in his bed, knowing that she was in the adjoining room and that all he would have to do is call her name and he could have her doing anything he desired in a moment.

Finding the flow of milk slowing a little he moved his attention to the other breast, running his tongue up the underside in order to catch a little milk that had already flowed from her and began to suckle again, this time drawing greedily from the very beginning, never being satisfied by the taste, he would never be satisfied.

It took several more minutes before the flow had slowed enough that Peter felt it was safe enough to cease drinking without it dribbling down her breasts for the next hour. “I needed that, thank you Molly.” He murmured, feeling very content and much more relaxed then he had been just a few minutes before. Now there was an entirely new problem that he needed to pay attention to and it would be best done without her there. It was even more pressing then the stiffness in his neck which was already seeming to disappear, perhaps just caused by his own tension. “Why don't you just go and enjoy the rest of the day, I think I am just going to retire early, my parents have another one of those little courtship attempts set up for tomorrow, I am supposed to spend all day with this one and would like to be well rested for that.”

 

[Cheshire Pup]

At first he drank slowly but as her master drank more and more her greedily there was nothing she could do but allow it and she wouldn't have stopped him if she had been able to. The feeling was like nothing else. It was true, last she had taken a peach to eat. It had not been lunch time but the parents were away and on a hot day like this the snack was welcome, she hadn't thought it would change the flavor.

She could not help herself, it had been so long and it felt so good. More pleasured whimpers slipped by her luscious lips. Her back arched in the ecstasy and a moan managed to find it's way out of her. Then he moved his attention to the other breast. Her breath caught when he lapped up the milk that had dribbled down when his attention was fixed on the other. This time he didn't bother to star slowly, he latched onto her and drank, drawing another moan form the woman. Molly naturally had a beautiful voice and when she moaned it was enchanting.

She could not help herself, just as he was lightly grinding against her she began to do the same. She didn't know if he knew how good it felt when he drank form her but she wished that she could tell him. Maybe then she could explain the growing wetness in her panties and the moans that came from her as he drank. When he was finally finished and pulled away she looked into his eyes, breathing a little harder then she had been before this. She couldn't help but smile when he thanked her. He seemed to be the only one interested in calling her Molly, everyone else around the house just called her slave. When he said that she could go her smile faded, she liked to spend time with him, it had been so long but... she couldn't refuse his orders... only this seemed more like a suggestion.

As she removed herself from his lap she smiled. "Thank you for the suggestion but if I leave your cloths in the basket they will wrinkle." It was a lame excuse to spend time with him, she knew it. She put on the apron, leaving the dress and the bra aside as she went back to his closet and continued to fold and hang his cloths. She could have easily redressed herself but she wanted him to look at her. She hated these matches his parents kept setting him up with. If she could she would keep him up as long as she wanted, do whatever it took to mkae sure that he was too tired on his all day date for the whore-, er, woman to enjoy him.

 

[DomG]

As she got up Peter was a little surprised to see a spot of what could only be moisture on the front of her panties, could it be that she had been enjoying it as much as he had. Thinking back he could remember her moaning quite loudly and it had seemed as though she was grinding against him for a little bit there. Could it be that his sweet and innocent Molly had been getting off on being used in that way. Quickly Peter pushed those thoughts from his head, if he allowed his mind to dwell on such things then it would only end badly, that was the first step toward forcing her to parade naked at all times or to use her mouth to satisfy him as he slept... a single step in the wrong direction.

Still he couldn't help but stare at her as she went to go and fold his clothing, that was really quite unnecessary. As far as he cared the clothing could sit and get wrinkled, he would much rather just sit and watch her. “You really don't have to do that.” He assured her, wanting to have her turn so that he could see more then just her backside concealed by her hair. “Its quite alright, you deserve to have a little bit of time to yourself.”

It was a tad confusing, he would love to just watch her and use that to fuel his fantasies but at the same time the bulge in his pants required quite a bit of attention and he couldn't quite do that with here there. In an attempt to hide it a bit further he reached down and adjusted his pants around the bulge to keep it out of sight. “Seriously Molly, why don't you take tomorrow off and enjoy yourself. You work constantly and need a little bit of time to have some fun.”

 

[Cheshire Pup]

Molly had been hoping that he would not notice the wet spot in her panties. The slave was blushing deeply, embarrassed by what she had been doing but it had felt so good and he was doing it too.... so... She quickly distracted herself with his cloths, even if he didn't care of his cloths got wrinkled his family would. "Of course I have to," she smiled kindly, "if I don't then they will get wrinkled and I will have to wash them again to get the wrinkles out." The told him. Still he insisted that she deserved time to herself and hat just made her smile. She didn't get to have time to herself, she needed to be ready for anything that he would ask of her.

When he mentioned her taking the next day off she stopped folding the item in her hands and looked at him, completely shocked. "Th-the day off?" She asked him, sounding nervous and confused. She hadn't been given a day off, she always needed to be there for him, even when he was away form the home then she would have to take orders from his parents, if the whole family was away then she was still expected to clean things up and keep the place constantly spotless. They usually gave her a job to take care of if they left her home alone but the idea of having the whole day to do what she wanted... It was something she hadn't even considered in a very long time.

The girl looked at the ground then she looked back at him. Had she done something wrong that he wanted her to leave him alone for the day or even leave the house? She hadn't gone anywhere other then the places they took her with them. Sure there were times when she would have to make a run to the store but that is about it. "I-I wouldn't know what to do... Should I stay here? What would I do here?" she asked him, confused and unsure of what she would do if she really was given a day to herself.

 

[DomG]

Thinking back Peter couldn't remember the last time she had a day all to herself where she wasn't being ordered to do something. Thinking a little harder he was pretty sure that she had never had a single day entirely to herself. Molly might be his slave but that was no reason that she should be allowed to have come fun, she worked hard constantly and she deserved a little bit of time to herself. An idea did occur to him, something that would let her get away so that she didn't have to do anything at all.

“Take one of my cars.” He instructed her, knowing that she had only learned how to drive so that she would be able to run errands more easily. “Take one of my care, any one that you want, I will give you some money and you can go out and do whatever you like, go shopping, catch a movie, have some coffee.” As he spoke he realized just how relaxing that sounded, for the past four days he had met with four potential wives, all of them a pain in the fucking ass.

“You know what, fuck it... you and I are going to go out and have a good fucking time tomorrow.” He said with a grin, knowing it would piss off his parents but not giving half a shit, he deserved the occasional day to himself just like Molly did. “You and me, we can take you somewhere so you can get something to wear that is a little more flattering then your uniforms, maybe some heels that are more comfortable. Sound like a good time?” Hell it sounded fucking perfect to Peter, he would leave his phone behind and that way there would be no way to get ahold of him.

 

[Cheshire Pup]

She was still confused. He wanted her to pick one of the cars and go... where? Or did it not matter to him where she went as long as she was away form him for a day... She was going to protest that she had no money to do anything with. Being a slave she wasn't paid for what she did, she was given a bed, food and clothing to wear and that was considered to be payment enough. Those all sounded like fun ideas. Sometimes she got to sit and watch movies with him. The idea of shopping for herself was diffidently an interesting prospect. Still, she was confused as to why he would suddenly want her to take a day to herself after so many years without even one.

Then he made a suggestion that made her smile. When he said that he was going to go with her the girl's face lit up and a wide smile crossed her lips. "That... that sounds like fun." She said with a smile, relaxing. If he was going with her then surely he wasn't trying to get rid of her but then something crossed her mind. "B-but master... your parents. Forgive me for speaking out of turn master but didn't you just say you had plans for tomorrow. Wouldn't they be mad if you skipped out on your potential wife to spend the day with your... with your slave?" She asked him. While he was okay with making his parents mad the idea made her nervous.

While Peter refused to punish her his parents could. She was his slave but of course they were his parents and she was serving the whole family even if she was specifically his she still had to listen to them and she was a bit worried that in going with him they might see it as disobeying them... but the idea of a day of fun was just too good to pass up.

 

[DomG]

He smirked a little bit as he saw the confusion on her face turn into happiness, pity she had found what might be considered a small hole in his plan. It hardly mattered though, she was after all his slave and if it came down to it he could just tell his parents that he had ordered her to accompany him and he hadn't felt like seeing another waste of his time. He had skipped more then one of these in the past and doubted there would be any real consequences, he would probably have to apologize to the young woman but other then that nothing would be done.

He sighed a little bit and finally stood up, moving from his chair and starting to get undressed by unbuttoning his shirt, he was tired after all. “You're worried about what they might think. Well then I will make this as clear as possible. Molly, as your master and as your friend I am ordering you to accompany me wherever I might go tomorrow. I intend to spend the entire day enjoying myself and if I get thirsty then I want to have you at hand for convenience... at least that is what we will say if anyone questions it.”

Tossing his shirt aside he smirked to himself, knowing that he had her there, she might be nervous but if he ordered her to do something she wouldn't dare disobey him. “Now why don't you go to bed and have a good night sleep, tomorrow we are going to have a whole lot of fun.”

 

[Cheshire Pup]

She couldn't help but smile when he said that she was his friend. She was a little bit shocked to hear it. The master was not supposed to be friends with his slave. His parents had told her that when she was younger and asked why they couldn't be friends. They had stressed that she was not there to be his friend and if she wanted to compare herself to anything she was like his toy. He could do whatever he wanted to her and what she wanted didn't matter, she had to do what he said. She was sure they would be mad to hear him say that she was his friend but even still she was happy to hear it.

She did blush a bit when he mentioned that he might get thirsty while he was out. She had heard of people doing things like that with their slaves in public and it made her blush. She didn't ask but she hoped that if he did in fact get thirsty then he would do it some place private. When he tossed his shirt aside she reacted like a proper slave. Molly went over and picked up the discarded shirt and put it in the laundry basket in his closet. Molly took a moment and turned her back to him, removing the apron and putting the dress back on over her under garments. Buttoning it up to the neck like she was instructed she replaced the apron. Reaching up behind her neck she brought her arms up to pull her hair out from her cloths. The movement caused her to arch her back out and stretch her neck, the way she went about it was almost erotic to watch but she wasn't thinking of that.

"Thank you master but I still have cloths to fold." She told him before going back to the basket and finishing up, once everything was folded and put away she left his closet and closed it behind her. "Good night Master, pleasant dreams." The girl said with a bow before leaving his room. She hadn't realized it but she had left a small token of their time together, the clip that he had removed from her hair was still sitting beside him on the bed.

When the girl returned to her room after depositing his basket in it's rightful place she could not help but smile. She was going to get to spend the entire day with her master tomorrow! No parents or wicked potential wives. Just the two of them... Quickly the girl got worried. He hadn't done this before, well, not with her, he spent time with strange women more often then he spent time with her... did he care for her? She couldn't tell, he never seemed to care for the woman he spent time with. Would he finally be sleeping with her? It was exciting and nerve wracking to think about. Molly stripped out of her maid outfit, sighing in relief to be out of the heels. Digging through her pajama drawers she found a silken night gown that he had given her once. It was rather short and relieving but she enjoyed it and since he never asked to see her in it she just thought of it as a sweet gift. Slipping into the garment she went sat down on her bed and took a hair brush through her long, silken locks as she wondered what tomorrow would hold for them.

 

[DomG]

The cameras had been there for some time, Peter having installed them several years before when he first noticed just how attractive Molly was growing up to be. However once it was completed he had never actually used it, the cleverly hidden little way to spy on her remained unused because he hadn't wanted to intrude on her privacy. True he could just stand in her room and order her to act like he wasn't there... but at the time the hole had seemed a less invasive way to watch her.

Today was actually the first time in a while that he had thought of it, seeing her so undressed had been a jarring little reminder so as he removed his pants and settled into bed naked he reached over for the remote to his television, pleased when his hand also found her hair clip. It was something simple but a lovely little souvenir, something that he would hold onto as a small reminder, a tangible memory of what had happened that day. Raising it to his nose he could even smell her hair on it.

Setting it back aside he turned on the tv and moved the channel to the one that would show what was going on in her room, pleased to see that she was wearing the nightgown that he had bought for her. It fit her just as he had imagined it would, clinging to every inch of her body. The only pity was that he had been to late to watch her change.

With a smile on his face Peter reached down to shift of his boxers so that he could deal with the problem at hand, groaning a little at the first touch of his hand on the hardened flesh.

 

[Cheshire Pup]

She saw on the edge of her bed, gently combing out the silken locks, it was not like they needed it but it was calming for her and it helped her think. While he had said that they would go out and get her something to wear she blushed knowing that she didn't have anything to wear other then her maid's outfits. There were some nicer ones for fancier occasions, some for colder weather and some for when it was hotter outside. She had an assortment of heels but they were all black or white. With her black glasses sitting on the brim of her nose she looked like an intelligent woman yet some how so entirely innocent.

She couldn't stand just sitting there. She went over to her dresser and looked for something, anything that she could wear. Her drawers were empty for anything but her maid outfits. One thing she did have a variety of was things to wear beneath the outfit. Getting up she went to her dresser and removed the nightgown he had given her. She was going to pull out some panties to try on when she stopped and looked at herself in the mirror. She frowned slightly, her breasts had grown in size form the inattention but she wasn't sure they would shrink back. She held her breasts, pushing them up slightly before digging around in her drawers. The girl tried on a variety of her bras and underwear, some ranging anywhere from regular panties to the smallest thongs he had seen. Where they had come from he couldn't be sure but it was certainly not from him.

She tossed aside the under garments that did not fit her, she really didn't have anything to wear tomorrow. She had no idea that he was watching her move about her room without any cloths on, if she had she might not have felt so free to do so. Her breasts were something he saw often enough but the rest of her was not. Her legs, without the stockings, were smooth and shapely, her feet looked dainty even outside of the heels and, something else he wouldn't know, she was clear of any body hair. Her skin looked smooth and flawless, she did have a few tan lines that the summer uniform had created. The summer uniform was a pair of short black shorts with a white blouse and a little apron mostly for looks. It even had a sex little hat to go with it. Unlike the others she didn't get to go swimming so she didn't have swimsuits to tan in.

 

[DomG]

HE couldn't believe his luck as she began to change into the wide variety of underwear that she owned. Many of them were smaller and more revealing things that he had bought for her for the sole purpose of imagining her in them, when she questioned why they were small or see through he gave half assed excuses about it being the current fashion or that he had bought them by mistake. It wasn't hard for him to figure out that she was thinking of what she wanted to wear the next day.

As he saw her undressed he began to stroke himself, his grip firm and his hand moving slowly, her body was absolutely flawless. Peter couldn't help but curse his own unwillingness to take her like others would have already. He knew she was innocent and probably a tad bit naive, he doubted there would be anything at all that could be compared to her.

It wasn't long before his strokes grew faster, he was groaning much more loudly now, her name escaping his lips as he lost focus on the scream and instead allowed his imagination to take over, picturing her hand working his large cock rather then his own.

It didn't take much longer then, his hand was a blur over his dick and his hips moved on their own before he finally came, long ropes of cum bursting from it and onto his hand as he lay back on the bed, wiping his hand on the sheets as he closed his eyes, ready to finally sleep. “Wake me up tomorrow morning!” He called, knowing that she would hear the instruction as he drifted off to sleep, not even bothering to cover up as he drifted off, dreaming even more about what he would enjoy doing with her, thinking that perhaps tomorrow he might try to seduce her without telling her what to do.

 

[Cheshire Pup]

The girl had made her choice and she sighed. The bra barely fit her with her recent growth in breast size. She wondered if she would be allowed to shop for more bras and what she should do with the ones that no longer fit her. Finally he deiced on a black, lacy bra, the panties that matched it were nearly entirely made of lace so they were mostly see through and extremely relieving. Molly wondered if she would need to wear stockings tomorrow since they would be buying her something else to wear. She would like to try on some pants or something that she didn't need stockings for at least.

As she pulled the nightgown back over her head she heard him call to her. Looking up and back at the wall she smiled, not replying so as not to disturb him. After brushing her hair again she braided it so that it would not get tangled and then she pulled herself into her bed and fell asleep. When morning came she was the first one to wake up. The woman showered and dried her hair, when she couldn't find her clip for her bun she frowned, pulling heir hair back into a long pony tail and deciding to check her master's room when she dropped by with his breakfast. Molly was hoping for a chance to speak to him about their day which they could never do if his parents were there so she took his breakfast on a tray to his room.

"Master Peter! Wake up!" she called, holding the tray with his breakfast on it. The boy had enough food for three people there. He had a stack of six pancakes and several strip of bacon. There was scrambled eggs and hash browns, oatmeal and grits, toast and butter for it as well as a glass orange juice should he prefer that drink rather then her milk this morning. With her arms carrying to tray she some how managed to get the door open. "Master today is a big day, I brought you breakfast and I was hoping we could-" she stopped mid sentence and blushed deeply, pulling back so sharply that the glass of orange juice and his toast fell form the tray. "O-Oh my-oh no- I-I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean to intrude and I didn't know and you said to come in here and wake you up and -my goodness your orange juice- I-I'm sorry!" The girl spoke quickly, stuttering occasionally and looking anywhere but her master's naked form.

Quickly the girl raced form the room, returning with a dishrag to clean up the orange juice. Today she was dressed in another maid's outfit, this one a bit frillier then the one the day before, it's skirt belled out a little bit giving it an air of innocence, the apron was frilly and the sleeves were short and puffy. She still had on white stockings and equally tortuous black heels but this outfit was considerably cuter then the one she was wearing yesterday. Molly quickly got to her knees and began to clean up the mess she had made, blushing deeply and moving quickly, apologizing profusely for her mistakes. "I-I'm sorry for assuming I-I thought... I didn't know you would be... Oh I'm sorry I've made your room such a mess! I-I'll get you some more orange juice and toast. Fresh orange juice and toast. I'm sorry-" and she went on like this, worried he would be mad at her. She had wanted this day to be great and she was already messing it up.

 

[DomG]

It took a little while for Peter to come to his senses after he woke up, he knew that she had come to get him, she had brought some breakfast, and dropped some and... oh yea he had fallen asleep without bothering to cover up in the least so she had seen him laying naked with morning wood on display for the entire world to see. He chuckled a little bit, knowing how freaked out she was and that if she knew what he had been up to the night before she would be even more freaked out by it.

Moving quickly he made a half hearted effort to cover up as she came back in to clean up, not even bothering to try to stop her because he knew that she wouldn't allow that. “Don't worry about bringing me more food, there is more then enough as it is.” He grunted as he tried to straighten his hair out a little bit, the unruly strands just doing what they wanted to anyway though. “Don't worry about seeing me either, its not like I haven't seen your tits, you seeing me naked it no big deal.” Pulling the sheet with him he climbed from the bed and grabbed some bacon on his way to the shower. “Why don't you help yourself to some of the food and finish cleaning up, we can leave as soon as I get out of the shower.” He knew that the best way to get going without any problem was to leave before his parents were up and about.

Peter didn't take to long in the shower, he was rather excited about the day that was to come and once done he went, wrapped in a towel to his closet, emerging a few minutes later in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, feeling like being as casual as he could that day. Once they got out and about he intended to find something for Molly to wear for the day, knowing that the high end shopping center would have everything they needed for the day.

As he stepped out of the closet, finishing drying his hair Peter smiled at his slave. “Well Molly, if your ready to go lets get the day started.”

 

[Cheshire Pup]

Not only had he been naked when he came in but the morning wood gave her a clear few of exactly what the woman that actually got to sleep with him had seen. She hadn't seen him naked in years and he most certainly had grown since then. She hadn't really been watching him cover up, she was too concerned with the mess that she had made. She looked up to see him standing before her with his sheet barely clasped around his waist and she blushed, looking back down at the spilled juice.

She was going to protest that this was his breakfast but she knew that he was right, there was plenty and if she went back to get her own breakfast there would be things that she had to do before she could eat and by the time she was able to do so his parents would be up and their plans would be ruined. Once the mess was fully cleaned Molly sat on his bed. She ate some of his breakfast then looked at the bed and smiled. She laid back and curled up in his sheets. She wished she could sleep here with him but she could not, still, the girl took what she could, one of those things being the rare chance to curl up on her master's bed.

unfortunately he came back a bit sooner then she had expected and the way she was laying on his bed gave him a nice view up her skirt. Quickly she sat up and fished her hair, smoothing out her dress and blushing deeply. Once he went into his closet she checked her make up and smiled. When he came out she nodded, leaving the tray in his room so it would look like he was still having his breakfast. "Where should we go first?" She asked him, pulling at the edge of her skirt.

 

[DomG]

Panties, white and lacy and practically see through, tight enough to cling to every single curve in the most tempting of camel toe, Peter had to wonder if she tasted as good below as she did above. Still that was the last sort of thing he needed on his mind at that moment so again he forced himself to focus, today was about having fun and maybe fueling a few of his fantasies, not about trying to peek up her skirt and drool without getting anything accomplished at all. At least he got to see her blush, one of his favorite features.

“Well since today is all about you I figured that we could at least start by finding you something a little better to wear while we are out and about.” He said with a small shrug as he looked through the keys to his cars, trying to pick just which one he wanted to take before settling on the Range Rover, selecting it for comfort rather then just style. Of course there was one more thing that he had to do before they could go out.

Reaching into a drawer he withdrew a collar and a leash before approaching her with them. “I don't know if you heard Molly but there is a new law, if a slave it in public with her master she has to have a collar on... I promise we will take it off as soon as we get you something a little less obvious to wear but for the time being.” Pushing her hair aside Peter fastened the collar around her neck, aware that with both hands behind her neck their position was rather intimate and he stayed there for a moment, considering what he could do before backing away and holding the leash. “Lets go, the sooner we get you into something better the sooner we can take off the leash.”

Using the leash Peter quickly led her into the garage, helping her into the car before he drove off toward the shopping center.