Breakfast with Brinda

You woke up to a gentle hand on your shoulder. Your eyes fluttering open, you were met with the loving gave of your dear Megan. She was now wearing her own maid's outfit, and looked quite good in the morning light.

"Good morning, Master," she cooed softly, giving you another shake. "It's time for you to get up!"

Glancing at the clock, you saw it was 8am exactly. "So it is," you mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. As you sat up, Megan placed a hand on your thigh.

"Would you like me to help you wake up?" She asked, her eyes practically begging you to say yes.

Sadly for her, you waved her away. "Not today, dear. I expect I'll need my energy for this evening."

"As you wish," she obediently replied. After she guided you all the way out of bed, the two of you went through your morning routine. She helped you bathe, made sure you were shaved, and got you dressed. For all her hard work, you rewarded her with a squeeze on the ass and sent her on her way.

Making your way to the kitchen, you found Brinda at the stove. Wearing an apron over her outfit, she was just finishing your breakfast. Sitting down at the table, you waited only a few minutes before she served you a plate of bacon and eggs. Simple, but effective.

"I hope it is to your liking, Sir," she said, her voice betraying a hint of nervousness.

"For your sake, I hope so," you reply, half-jokingly. Scooping up some of the eggs, you bring them to your lips. You follow this up with a bite of bacon, searching for any imperfections. "Hmmm... very good, Brinda. Very good."

"Thank you, Master," she muttered, smiling with relief. However, the smile faded when you did not dismiss her as usual. Instead, you had her stand there as you leisurely ate your meal. You could see her fidgeting in place, eager to get out of this situation and back to work. However, you said nothing, enjoying your breakfast in complete silence.

Just as you swallow the last bite, Brinda pipes up. "Ummm... Sir? May I go handle my duties?"

"Patience, dear," you reply, pushing your chair back. Patting your thigh, you continue "Sit down for a second. I'd like to talk to you about something."

Brinda freezes up for a moment, looking at your lap with trepidation. However, after a deep breath, she complied. She slowly sat her pert butt down on the edge of your leg, looking up at you for further instruction.

"So, today marks the one month anniversary of entering my service." Placing your hands on her sides, you slide her over so she's sitting directly on your crotch. "I wanted to check in and see how you were doing."

"Oh, well..." Brinda squirmed a bit on your lap, your hands still holding her in place. "I'm still very, very thankful for this opportunity. You're giving me a chance at an education I... I might never have had."

"Yes, yes, of course, but that's not what I asked." You began to slowly stroke the girls sides, running your hands up and down. "I want to know how you are feeling."

"Feeling..." Brinda thought for a moment, her breathing getting more labored. The girl always got flustered whenever you touched her. "I mean, this is all certainly very... unfamiliar. It's been hard to get used to." The brown girl bit her lip, afraid of the words coming out of her mouth. "It... it hasn't been all bad though. Just... weird..."

You smiled. This was exactly the kind of confession you were looking for. "I've seen you watching when Megan serves me. You can't take your eyes of it." Your hands move to Brinda's front, pressing against the bottom of her cleavage. "Perhaps you would like to serve me the same way?"

"Oh, no, no, no," the shy girl quickly squeaked. "I don't think... I don't think I'm ready for all that... Master..."