Disable your Ad Blocker! Thanks :)
Chapter 15
by Master-V
What does she do?
Get Dressed
Reluctantly Camalia turns towards the mannequin and reaches out her hands to hold the skirt. "Um....how do I get this off?" With a snap of his finger, and not a word between the two, Miro calls Sila to help Camalia undress the mannequin.
Sila runs over, her breast doing their best to bounce free of the undersized outfit, and begins assisting Camalia."Don't worry. This outfit looks more complicated than it actually is. It'll be easy once you know how it goes." The two begin chatting as Sila undresses the mannequin, slowly transferring each piece to Camalia.
As Camalia tried on her see through skirt you had to admit the color seemed to match her perfectly. "What kind of underwear is that? How is it even supposed to stay on without any sort of straps?" Camalia asked as Sila removed the underwear from the mannequin. "It presses against your body.
Not too much to be unconfutable but it won't fall off either." Sila said before getting on her knees and pushing open Camalias skirt. "Hey! What on earth are you doing!?" Sila looked confused.
"Helping you get dressed. Do you know how to put this on yourself?" Asked Sila innocently. The raven haired beauty really was just trying to do as she was told and help. "Well no but...."
Camalia didn't finish, unsure how to voice her concerns. "Well if you would rather go without them I would allow that." You say with a smirk, knowing that would offend the spoiled ex-noble. Camalia just gave you a dirty look before returning her gaze back to Sila. "Oh very well than.
I suppose minimal cover is better than none at all." Sila smiled as she Camalia once again stood in front of her, holding her own skirt open for her. "Now you just slide it down like this then up. And make sure to press it into place otherwise it might slip off without you noticing." Sila says helping Camalia with her underwear.
Sila rubbed Camalias pussy firmly before gliding her hand further down between her thighs until her fingers met the inner regions of Camalias rear. Camalia breathed heavily as she did this, her body shaking with a mixture of confusion, humiliation, and a bit of pleasure. Sila repeated this actin about three more times before being satisfied with the c-strings placement. "There we go. Not so hard right?"
Camalia only nodded her head as she was too embarrassed to either speak or make eye contact with the maid. Sila quickly moved on to the jewelry. None of which was hard to put on. "Now remember to always keep these clean. Otherwise you would make your master look bad by association. Just leave them in a mixture of soap water and baking powder while you sleep.
It'll eat away any dirt that manages to get onto them." Camalia nodded, actually looking interested in the maids cleaning tips. "That's really all it takes? My word. And here I was buying those overpriced miracle cleaners from those venders in the shopping plaza."
"Honestly it's the simple solutions that work the best. Don't worry you'll pick these things up as you go along." Camalia looked uncomfortable as Sila implied about her new life as a ****. "Now the pasties are really easy to put on. Just press them against your boobs and give them a little pressure.
Just make sure they are on strait. They're actually more difficult to take off since they stick on your nipples. Oh they aren't sensitive are they?" Camalia looked confused. "Um.....what are sensitive?"
"Your nipples. I hear girls with smaller breasts have far more sensitive nipples." Camalia crossed her arms over her chest and backed away from the busty girl a bit. "Why I....how should I know if......I'll have you know my chest size is fairly average! Your just overdeveloped!"
You and Miro laugh wildly as Camalia tries to defend her small breasts. "They're nothing to be ashamed of. Many men like them smaller. And yours are rather cute." You had to agree with Sila on that part.
Camalias more frail and slender body was rather adorable. And while you knew you had to break her seeing the girl try and fight back while barking about her families former connections did remind you of a puppy who thought she was a bigger dog. Part of the reason you began calling her that. "Now hold still." Sila said as she removed the pasties from the mannequin and began bringing them towards Camalias chest.
Camalia moved her hands to her sides, allowing Sila access to her chest. Though she still looked unsure about doing so. Sila lightly placed the golden pasties onto the girls breasts, perfectly covering her nipples while leaving the rest of her minor mounds exposed. With both her index fingers Sila pushed the pasties in a bit harder, making sure they stayed in place. Camalia lightly moaned as Sila prodded her breasts.
With one swift motion Sila brought her hands back, causing Camalias breasts to bounce back as they were freed of the pressure. "There we go. Now can you bounce around a bit?" Sila asked without a hint of sarcasm. "Excuse me? Why?"
Camalia asked confused. "We have to make sure they will stay in place. Breasts, even small ones like yours, bounce around a lot when not given proper support and the cross top will really only be for show." Camalia glared daggers at the maid as she talked down to her about her cup size. "I already told you I am average!
Your just overdeveloped! You cow!" Camalia fired back angrily. Not fazed by her words at all Sila raised her hands above her head and began jumping in place. "Come on, like this."
The maids huge honkers dance wildly as she jumped. Swaying up and down and side to side. You begin to wonder just what her top was made of to take so much ****. You also notice her backside dances almost as much as the only support there was a tiny little string. Camalia looks awkwardly at the maid, clearly intimidated by her more developed figure.
Camalia then looks around the girl towards you. You meet her gaze and smile softly at her. "Go on. I think you'll look just as pretty dancing Camalia." The use of her name seemed to have a rather unusual effect on her.
Perhaps it was because it was the first time you had used her actual name and not puppy. Camalia looked away from you before she began mimicking Sila. Her smaller breasts dances even more wildly than Sila since she had nothing to restrain them. "L-like this?" Camalia asked embarrassed.
You begin clapping and shouting out compliments for the pair of dancing girls. "Yeah shake it Camalia! You got it!" Camalia looks both embarrassed and happy at your words. You guessed the proper lady had never been seen as an actual women before today.
"Come now Sila don't let this little thing beat you. I know you have more than that!" Miro called out to his ****, getting into the action. The maid then began moving her hips and adding in a few more dance moves into the mix. Miro quickly walked over the counter and tossed a record onto the Victrola.
It was an upbeat song that sounded like it came from the eastern kingdom of Merasoul, where belly dancing was common practice for slaves. "Come on Camalia! That all the great Duthrands can do?" At the mention of her last name Camalia seemed to get fired up. Her pride to motivating her not to lose.
Camalia began swaying her hips from side to side, putting her ass into the movement, and turning her body as she did so. Her small bubbly booty jiggled a bit as she did so, the c-string doing nothing to support it. Camalia then archer back and bounced her chest around, allowing her breasts to swing wildly. The blond seemed to know how to belly dance already. How and why was a complete mystery to you.
Not that you were complaining. Seeing she was being out shinned Sila stuck her rear out to you and began shaking it. Camalia, getting lost in the moment, did the same. "Oh my we have a booty off!" Miro exclaimed while laughing.
The two girl shook their hips and rears in all direction. Their rears bouncing as they did so. Both girls rears looked almost naked. If you had viewed them from the side you would think both girls were bottomless. "I don't know Mr.Miro. I'm not sure they want it enough."
"Oh Miro dear boy Miro. No need for the mr. But I do believe you are right. Come now ladies you can do better." At his word Sila turned to you both and pulled down her top, exposing her large breasts to the salty air before continuing her dance. "Advantage Sila."
Raising a brow to this you look to Camalia who seems to be having a much better time with this than you would have guessed. "Perhaps this spoiled girl just need to learn to let her hair down and have fun with it." You think to yourself as Camalia walks seductively towards you. While confused of her intentions you don't move away. The bond begins dancing close to you, pressing her rear end against your hardened crotch.
Camalia continues going up and down your covered shaft with her rear for a few moments before turning to you and pressing her chest into you and sliding up and down. Once she reaches your face she places her arms around your neck and slides her face up your neck. Her tongue slips out of her mouth slightly and the girl tastes your neck as she slides it up until she gets to your ear. Once there she gives you lob a small nibble. You look towards Miro, who even looks a little flustered at Camalias display, and speak with a wide grin on your face.
"Winner Camalia." Miro reluctantly nods his head, conceding defeat. With a wave of his hand he signals Sila to stop. Who you look over to see had led her thong drop to the floor. As Miro stopped the music you see Sila looked a bit dejected at her loss.
Most likely more upset about letting her master down than anything else. Camalia begins lowing herself away from your ear. As the two of you look into each others eyes you see the excitement of the competition wear off and Camalia realize what she had just done. Embarrassed she quickly ties to pull away from you only to be stopped as you take a hold of her by her hips. "Proper lady eh?"
Camalia seems mortified as she does her best to look anywhere besides your face. "I..well...am just a little competitive so..." Camalia tried to explain. "Competitive? I know a dance routine when I see it.
What made a proper lady learn how to belly dance?" You ask while still keeping her close. "Well I needed a way to keep fit with all the galas, dinner parties and what not. And while visiting a business partner of my fathers in the eastern kingdom of Merasoul I found the dances just breathtaking. So I had my father hire a teacher to come back with us and teach me."
"Well he taught you well." You say wrapping your arms around the blonds slender waist, pulling her in even closer. She looks up at you with her big blue eyes. Unsure of what to do. "Wait I.....what are you...I'm not that kind of-!"
What do you do?
Disable your Ad Blocker! Thanks :)
Life of a
Will she submit?
It is a right of passage among the nobles of Arethol that upon reaching their 18th birthday a man must purchase a female and personally train her to be a serviceable concubine in order to prove his worth as both a leader and as a man. As the heir apparent to one of the most prominent noble families in the land, the time for your rite of passage has come. Will you choose the fiery-tempered redhead, the timid and shy lazulite girl, the luscious blonde, or someone else entirely? In either case, choose wisely... for the fate of your inheritance rests in their hands...
- Tags
- Master, Servant, Noble, Concubine, BDSM, bondage, domination, submission, humilliation, shame, discipline, sadomasochism, punishment, whips, chains, gags, sex, redhead, blue hair, fantasy, romance, coming of age, cumming of age, Life
Updated on Aug 30, 2021
by Master-V
Created on Apr 19, 2020
by Durzan
You can customize this story. Simply enter the following details about the main characters.
With every decision at the end of a chapter your score changes. Here are your current variables.
- All Comments
- Chapter Comments