Obedient One.

The Model lingered with Mia for a moment longer, her fingers grazing across the wolf maid’s freshly bared slit through nothing but the air.

“So quick to stumble,” she murmured, eyes alight. “One silly misstep, and your thong is now mine. Perhaps I should have you crawl the rest of the evening so you don’t forget where your leash is tied, Any I have the perfect view of your behind”

Mia shivered but dared not answer, bell at her throat ringing softly as she bowed her head.

Satisfied, the Model turned on her bare feet and glided back toward Lena — still kneeling where she had been left, lips tingling from kissing the Model’s bare feet earlier.

The Model crouched low before her, lifting her chin with a single finger.

“And you, my obedient one… did you think I’d forgotten you?” she teased, voice dripping with sweet menace. “The wolf may stumble, but you… you give yourself away even faster when I press the right button.”

Her hand drifted down Lena’s body, resting just at the hem of her corset where lace brushed bare skin.

“Tell me, maid… will you stay silent, perfectly still, as I play? Or will you gasp again and feed my basket?”

The room hung silent, only the clock ticking in the distance — midnight still a long way off.

The Model circled Lena like a predator with time to savor her prey.

“How charming… even stripped of blouse and skirt, you still kneel here laced up and proper. Compared to poor Mia, you look almost… overdressed.”

She tugged lightly at Lena’s apron strings, letting the bow slip loose before retying it with deliberate slowness.

“Hmm… what should I peel away next? Shall I test how long you last once those pretty tights are gone? Or perhaps I’ll loosen this corset and see how sweetly you blush when your chest rises free beneath it.”

The Model’s voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper, though every word was meant to tease Mia as well.

“Or maybe I’ll make you choose, maid. A silent sacrifice, given to me without command. That would be very obedient… and very costly.”

Her hand trailed over Lena’s shoulder, brushing Lena naked skin down her arms, then down the curve of her waist to rest over the taut fabric of the corset.

“Yes… perhaps your obedience should decide.”

The clock ticked again. Both maids held their breath.

The Model clapped her hands once, sharp as a bell.

“Up, both of you.” Her tone was light but left no room for doubt. Lena rose slowly from her kneeling pose, smoothing her apron. Mia padded back across the floor, her bell at her throat giving a soft chime as she returned to the Model’s side.

The Model tilted her head toward Mia, her eyes glinting.

“Since you’ve been such a naughty wolf, perhaps you’ll enjoy a turn at deciding.”

She stroked Mia’s jaw with a fingertip. “What shall your fellow maid risk next?”

Mia’s cheeks flushed pink; she hesitated, then pointed directly at the sheer black tights hugging Lena’s thighs.

The Model smiled wide.

“The tights. Mmm, an excellent choice.”

She glided back toward Lena, standing so close that her breath stirred the lace at the maid’s collar. Her fingers ghosted down Lena’s hips to the band of the tights but did not yet tug.

“Very well, my little maid. A simple command, a very simple test.”

She stepped back, eyes glittering.

“Don’t. Move.”

The room fell into silence, the only sound the faint ticking of the clock and the soft chime of Mia’s bell as she shifted nervously.

The Model circled Lena once, slowly, deliberately brushing the fabric of the tights with her nails as she passed, waiting for the smallest flinch or twitch.

The Model knew exactly how to play this game. A still Lena could be stubborn, but temptation in the right hands was irresistible.

She snapped her fingers lightly at Mia.

“Wolf maid… help me test her.”

Mia’s eyes widened, but the wicked spark the Model had planted in her never truly faded. She stepped in close to Lena, hands sliding boldly over the corset before wandering lower.

“Not a sound,” the Model whispered silkily into Lena’s ear. “Not a shiver. Not even a sigh.”

But Mia’s fingers were merciless — tugging the bow at Lena’s apron, brushing under her corset to trace the edge of her bra, slipping across the sheer line of her panties beneath. Lena’s body quivered; her breath caught hard in her chest.

It only took a gasp — soft, helpless, escaping before she could **** it back.

The Model’s laughter rang low and pleased.

“Ah… there it is. So quick to break.”

She hooked her fingers under Lena’s tights and began to roll them down, slow enough that both maids watched every inch slip away. When they were finally pulled free, she folded them neatly into her basket.

The Model trailed a fingertip along Lena’s now-bare thigh and looked to Mia with a smile sharp enough to cut.

“You did so well, wolf maid. But remember… your turn always comes next.”

Clothes Status

• Lena: form-fitting black corset top, apron, lace-trimmed black panties & bra, 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, black choker with a silver bell, headband with wolf ears.

• Model: Barefoot

• Basket: Lena's white blouse, mini skirt, sheer black tights. Mia's Pleated Skirt, short-sleeved cropped top, lavender lace thong.