Dinner

When Master came up for dinner, she had tried asking him how the work was progressing. She was starting to get worried. The thoughts and fantasies were quite invasive. But he told her to wait, to let him eat first, and then they could talk. She demurely complied, serving him his dinner. His compliments once again made her heart flutter, his every hint of giving her attention teasing a deep craving inside her. Finally, he finished, and told her to clean up and meet him in the living room.

"How did the repairs go, Sir, " she said as she arrived in the living room.

"It's all good. I've fixed the machine. Improved it, even. But before we go there, I want to discuss a few things with you. As I'm sure you've realized, this little happy accident is about to change our relationship forever."

"Yes, Sir." It was certainly true, but that nugget of worry inside her made her question exactly how. Was he... not going to swap them back? She had mixed feelings about that thought.

"First of all, your uniform. It is a bit conservative, and I think it's time you started showing off a bit more skin."

"Sir?" She was startled by the request. But inside her, there was a longing to obey. Her pulse was racing as she turned around, unfastened her apron, and let her dress slide down her legs. Refastening the apron, she turned back towards him, exposing her naked breasts to her Master. "Is... is this enough, Sir?" She was blushing, apprehensive, standing there shyly as she felt her Masters gaze savour her almost naked body.

"Yes, that is perfect, Kimiko. Fix me a drink, and we'll continue."