Mia’s Cropped Top and...

The Model did not ease her hand away this time. Instead, her fingers slipped higher under Mia’s cropped top, stroking the delicate fabric until her palm cupped the warm weight of Mia’s breast.

The wine trembled dangerously in Mia’s hand. She bit her lip so hard it nearly broke skin, trying to hold in the sound threatening to escape her throat.

The Model pressed her advantage, her thumb brushing over the stiffening peak through the lace beneath.

A sharp breath broke free — too loud, too real.

The glass clinked as Mia faltered.

The Model’s smirk spread slow and triumphant.

“There it is,” she purred. “I knew you’d fail for me, little wolf.”

She tugged the cropped top up and over Mia’s head in one fluid motion, letting it flutter into her hand before folding it neatly into the waiting basket.

The bell at Mia’s neck gave a pitiful little chime as she stood there, blushing and trembling, her lavender bra now on full display.

The Model tilted her head, savoring the view.

“Mmm… I do so love watching you give in. Every time you crumble, it’s a gift to me.”

She traced a finger down Mia’s bared chest, then looked toward Lena, her smile sharp and knowing.

“And don’t think I’ve forgotten about you, obedient one. You’ll have your turn soon enough.”

The heavy tick of the ornate clock filled the dining hall, each strike reminding Lena just how long this game could stretch. She dared a glance upward, trying to measure time — a small slip, but one the Model had been waiting for.

The Model’s shadow fell across her. Fingers, light but deliberate, tilted Lena’s chin back down.

“Eyes wandering already?” she whispered. “Tsk, tsk. I told you… I haven’t forgotten you.”

Lena froze, lips parting — and the softest gasp slipped through before she could stop it.

The Model’s smile bloomed, equal parts triumph and delight.

Her hands smoothed down Lena’s skirt, tugging at the fabric until the hem rustled against her tights. A single sharp tug, and the skirt peeled away, sliding down her thighs to puddle at her ankles.

Lena’s face burned as the Model stooped gracefully, retrieving the surrendered garment and tucking it into the basket with practiced ease.

“Now that’s better,” the Model crooned, circling Lena like a predator savoring its prize. “No more silly skirts hiding you from me.”

Her gaze lingered over Lena’s corset and apron, her lace-trimmed panties faintly visible beneath the sheer tights.

“Mmm… the clock won’t save you, darling. Time is mine to play with. And you’ll give me everything long before the hour strikes.”

The basket settled heavier on her arm, proof of both girls’ mistakes, and the Model let her fingers trail teasingly across Lena’s stocking seam before stepping back.

Clothes Status

• Lena: form-fitting black corset top, apron, lace-trimmed black panties & bra, sheer black tights, Low-heeled shoes, lace wrist cuffs, black ribbon choker, maid’s cap.

• Mia: white apron ties, stockings white-topped and decorated with tiny black bows, simple black flats, lavender lace bra & thong, black choker with a silver bell, headband with wolf ears.

• Model: Barefoot

• Basket: Lena's white blouse, mini skirt. Mia's Pleated Skirt, short-sleeved cropped top.