Brinda feels Overwhelmed

You spend the rest of the day preparing for Madeline's arrival tomorrow. Not only do you make sure the mansion is presentable, you also make sure all your systems are working as intended. She would have to learn how to use them, and you did not want them glitching on her first day. You worked right up until the dinner bell rang. Heading down to the kitchen, you found all three of your girls waiting for you.

The first order of business, much to Lily's dismay, was to check that she was following orders. Before the food was served, you had her bend over the kitchen table so you could inspect her plug. Megan snickered as you took your time examining her exposed ass, making the doctor burn with embarrassment. Luckily, everything was where it should be, and soon enough she was back in her seat and enjoying dinner.

As everyone ate their meal, you noticed something... off about Brinda. She was only picking at the food, and seemed more quiet than usual. As if something was distracting her. Your first instinct was to press her for information. Perhaps she had messed up again, and was hiding her mistake for fear of punishment. However, you thought better of it. This did not seem like guilt. It felt like something more serious.

Once everyone was finished, Brinda dutifully retrieved all the plates and washed them in the sink. As Megan and Lily left for their nightly duties, you crept over to the monitoring room. From here you kept an eye on Brinda, genuinely more out of concern than suspicion.

She kept herself composed while finishing the dishes. However, she was not able to make it through her next task. While preparing your bed, you saw her pause. Then, she began to cry. She was very quiet, almost like she was trying to avoid being heard. But the tears flowed nonetheless.

After giving her a few moments alone, you made your way to the master bedroom. You made no secret of your entry, not wanting to startle her by sneaking in. Brinda gasps as you came in, whirling around to face you.

"OH... sniffle.... Master!" Her voice is panicked as she quickly tries to compose herself. "I'm sorry I... I... I'll get back to work right away!" She quickly begins to fluff the pillows at an almost manic pace.

"Brinda, it's alright," you assure her. "You aren't in trouble. I just want to make sure you are okay."

"I'm... I'm fine," she replies, her quivering voice making it clear that this is a lie. She continues to try and catch up with her task, even as her vision was still blurry with tears.

"Brinda... sit down." While still being gentle, your tone made sure she knew this was not a suggestion.

"Y-yes, Sir," she mutters, your authority forcing her to relax. She sits on the edge of the bed, soon joined by you sitting next to her.

"Now, tell me what is bothering you," you continued. "Again, there's no pressure. I won't hold anything you say against you. I'm here to help."

Brinda needs a moment of silence to collect her thoughts, a moment you allow her. When the words finally do come, it is like a dam being broken.

"It's just... I feel like I'm a failure. All my life I was told I needed to get a college degree, a high paying job, and a wealthy husband. Yet all three seem so far out of reach! I had to pledge myself to you to even afford a chance at getting them. Yet after a month of work I'm no closer and its all my fault. I can't even serve you well enough!

"Everyone I've tried to make happy just ends up disappointed in me. You, my father, my mother, my teachers... I can just never do well enough to please them. I don't know what to do! What more do I have to give?! How can I please everyone? Why can't I do the right thing?!?!"

With every word, the emotion just built and built within the poor girl. Now, she just let it all out. Leaning against your chest, she bawled her eyes out. You hugged her close, giving her love as you allowed her a moment to release her pain. Eventually, her sobs turned to cries which then turned to whimpers. She relaxed a bit in your arms, finding comfort cradled against your chest.

It was when she had calmed down that you finally spoke. "First of all, Brinda, you are not and will never be a failure in my eyes. You are still my girl."

"But... but the vase," she sniffled, looking up at you. "It was so much money and I just broke it and-"

"The vase can be replaced," you assure her. "You cannot." She looked up at you with wide eyes as you continued. "But more importantly, you talked so much about what everyone else wanted. But what do you want? Are you happy?"

"What... what do you mean?"

"You've served me for a little over a month now. And what I've observed is a girl finding herself for the first time. When you were my intern, you were dutiful and efficient and polite. But you always seemed like something was missing. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I've watched you find that missing piece here in the manor. I've seen you smile as you worked. I've seen your satisfaction after you've been used. I've seen your joy at following orders.

"I picked you for a reason, Brinda. I picked you because I saw a submissive girl who'd had responsibility thrust upon her. Some people thrive when they can relinquish that control, to allow a stronger hand to guide them. So are you happy, Brinda? Are you happy serving me?"

"Yes..." She answered, the words coming so naturally that she surprised herself. "I... I know what you mean. I've tried to deny it... it goes against everything I was taught but... seeing you use the other girls... obeying your orders as well... it's so shameful but I... I love it. From cleaning the dishes to kneeling for your... for your..." Even now, she struggles to use dirty language. "Well, it gives me this indescribable feeling."

"That's purpose, Brinda." You stroke the back of her head, still holding her close. "That is the feeling of finding your purpose."

You see in her eyes a want to accept your words, but her mind still hesitates. "But... but my family... they still expect me to go to college and..." She manages a chuckle. "They still think I'm on that internship and-"

"Don't worry about that. You still have a year before you have to go back and deal with all those problems. You have my word that you nor your family will want for funds. Focus on the now. Focus on finding what makes you happy."

She nods as she accepts your words. More tears run down her cheeks, though these are different. They are not tears of sadness but of joy.

She looks up at you with a mix of admiration and appreciation. "Master I... I... I love you..."

"I love you, too, Brinda." You are just as genuine as her, meeting her gaze with your own. She smiled, and you could tell that she felt truly safe... truly cared for... truly loved.