Far Away!

The Model lifted the carafe high, the candlelight catching in its curves. She did not speak — she didn’t have to. The command was written in her eyes.

Lena and Mia exchanged a glance. Then, almost in unison, they whispered a soft “Yes.”

The silence shattered.

The Model’s smile sharpened. She set down the carafe with exaggerated care, her eyes gleaming as she stepped forward.

“How obedient… and how careless.”

She circled Lena first, her fingers slipping beneath the sheer white blouse. With a gentle tug, she drew it off Lena’s shoulders, folding it neatly before dropping it into the waiting basket. The lace trim of the corset gleamed more boldly now, Lena’s modesty reduced to suggestion.

Then she turned to Mia. With a single hooked finger, she caught the waistband of the pleated skirt and pulled. The satin sheen fluttered to the floor. She let Mia step free of it before lifting it like a trophy into the basket.

“Mmm… how interesting. Lena, your blouse first — no surprise there. But Mia…” she tilted her head, gaze dropping to the wolf maid’s bare thighs above her stockings, “…your skirt goes first this time. How very daring of you.”

Mia’s bell chimed softly with the quickness of her breath, but her lips stayed shut. Lena swallowed hard, her apron suddenly feeling too thin.

The Model smoothed her hands across both folded garments in the basket, then looked up with that same wicked smirk.

“One step into the game, and already so much prettier. Let’s see how long you can keep what remains.”

The Model glided close, her dark eyes catching the glint of candlelight as she stepped between her maids. She slowed deliberately, making them feel the weight of her presence.

First she turned to Mia, fingers slipping just beneath the hem of the apron to toy with the band of her lavender thong. She let the flat of her nail press against the lace, dragging it down the line of Mia’s hip until Mia’s thighs trembled, her bell giving the faintest betraying chime.

The Model’s lips curved into a wicked smile.

“So fragile… one tug and this would be mine.”

She left Mia burning and turned to Lena. With no warning, her hand slipped up under the mini skirt, gliding across the sheer tights until she cupped the soft heat beneath. Her fingers rubbed slowly over the lace-trimmed panties, stroking just enough for Lena to draw in a breath she dared not release.

The Model’s eyes flicked between them, one hand teasing silk lace, the other pressing over sheer black.

“Two servants… two little secrets… and not a sound yet.”

She lingered like that, working both at once, savoring the way their bodies tightened and shivered against the silent rules. Her smirk deepened as she withdrew, leaving their skin tingling and their restraint barely intact.

“How long, I wonder,” she purred, “before one of you breaks?”

Clothes Status

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

• Mia: short-sleeved cropped top, 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. Mia's Pleated Skirt.