Giving Brinda her Orders

You knew there was part of Brinda that enjoyed this. That wanted to do the kinds of things Megan did. To serve and be used. She just needed to be in the right mental state to shed her inhibitions. You had aphrodisiacs for that sort of thing, but that felt like cheating. There was a much more natural way to achieve the result you wanted.

Bringing your hands north, you finally brought them to her perky tits. Brinda gasped as you cupped them, squeezing them through her outfit. You felt her hard nipples against your palm, her arousal pushing through the fabric. You massaged them in silence for a few seconds, the maid writhing under your grasp.

"I have some very special orders for you today, Brinda," you command in a low voice. "I want them followed to the letter. Is that clear?"

"Y-y-yes, Master," she replied in a shaky voice. You had not stopped groping her, and she could feel your hard cock pressing against her ass.

"As usual, you will clean your designated areas," you continued. "I'm sure you know the schedule by now. However, at the top of every hour, you are going to take a break and touch yourself." You pause for a moment, letting her digest the command, before asking "Do you know how to masturbate? I can get Megan to show you."

"No, I-I-I know how to... well, I understand... yes, I can... do that..." You had never seen Brinda quite this flustered before, even when you'd had her jerk you off. Her brown cheeks flushed a slight twinge of red, and her body just could not sit still. All while you massaged her breasts with firm hands.

"Good. So, as I said, each hour I want you to touch yourself." Now, for the crux of the plan. "However, I forbid you to achieve orgasm. You will bring yourself right to the edge... then stop and resume your duties."

"O-okay," Brinda whispered, before quickly and loudly correcting herself with "I mean... Yes, Master!"

"Good, good..." You allowed a few more seconds to pass, the only sound being the small whimpers of Brinda.

"However, I would hate for you to not fully understand my order. You would spend all day doing it wrong, and we wouldn't want that. Right, dear?" When it became clear that you wanted a response, the brown girl shook her head. "So why don't you show me how you'd do it? That way I can be sure you're doing it right."

"W-what?!" Brinda stammered. "Right... right here?"

"Yes, right here..." Your voice was soft yet commanding, the sound of pure confidence. "Right now..."

Brinda opened her mouth to reply, but soon closed it. Whether she was planning to protest, or perhaps could not bring herself to verbally agree, you were not sure. All you knew is that she slowly snaked her right hand under her skirt. Repositioning herself on your lap, she brought her fingers to her cunt. After a moment of fearful pause, she began to rub herself through her panties.

From your angle, you could not really see what was going on. Her skirt, while quite short, was long enough to give her a degree of modesty. Still, you could feel her body tremble with arousal. You could hear her fingers moving around her wet pussy. Most of all, though, you could see her face contort in pleasure.

Unable to look at you while doing something so lewd, Brinda had closed her eyes. Her mouth hung open slightly, her lips twitching occasionally whenever she brushed her clit. Even though she clearly did not want to admit it, touching herself in the presence of another... in the presence of a MAN... was obviously a huge turn on for her. Combined with your hands, which still groped and squeezed and played with her tits, she was being stimulated more than she ever had.

It took only a few minutes for her orgasm to approach. She did not say anything, but you knew. Her body was tensing up, her eyes squeezed shut, and you could hear her fingers move faster. You let her keep going, curious to see if she would stop herself. However, Brinda was clearly lost in the throes of pleasure.

Taking your hands off her tits, you reached down and grabbed her wrist. This seemed to snap her out of her stupor, her eyes snapping open as she looked over at you.

"S-s-sorry, Sir," she panted, her body still humming with need. "I... I..."

"It's alright, dear," you assure her. "This is why I wanted you to practice. But you will be more careful in the future. If you cum by accident, there will be consequences. And I will be able to tell. Am I clear?"

"Y-yes, Master," she replied softly, looking up at you with wide eyes. If you had asked to fuck her right there and then, she might have said yes.

However, one of your strengths was your restraint.

"Now, get up and resume your regular duties," you ordered.

"Yes, Sir," Brinda squeaked, slipping out of your laps. Her legs were a bit shaky, but she struggled to her feet nonetheless. Straitening out her skirt, she gave you a quick bow before scurrying off. Looking down, you saw she had left a huge wet spot on the seat of your pants.

She was coming along nicely.