Undressing Maisie

You arrive back at your place, now wishing you had made it a little tidier for visitors, still not really sure what your plans are for your special guest.

Maisie kicks off her Nike trainers and wanders bare foot into your lounge. She has been here before of course, but never under these circumstances. You are struggling to get a read on her right now. She still doesn't seem too worried about your new found power over her. She can sense that you still haven't decided what to do with her, and probably estimated that you don't have the nerve to go through with anything much beyond the very minor commands you have issued so far. You decide to show her you mean business.

"Maisie, take off your shorts"

You say it before you have much time to think about it and mentally talk yourself out of it, then stand there, your heart beating almost out of your chest with anticipation as Maisie turns towards you with a look of surprise , combined with an undeniable hint of embarrassment.

"Yes, Master"

She wiggles obligingly out of her shorts, dropping them to the floor beneath her and stands in front of you, waiting nervously to find out what you are going to do next. It seems she is taking you seriously again.

"Think about what you are doing, Master" she warns you "You can't take this back"

In truth, you still haven't really done anything that dramatic. The oversized hoodie she is wearing practically covered her shorts anyway. This was more of a symbolic gesture, but it felt good. You decide to keep the momentum going and really turn up the heat.

"Maisie, take off your panties"

"Yes Master"

Now she does look concerned, and very coy. Her face reddens noticeably as she reaches under her hoodie and carefully extracts her underwear in a way that doesn't allow you to see anything you shouldn't. She just about manages it, letting her white cotton panties drop to the floor on top of her previously discarded shorts.

"Pass them to me"

"Yes Master"

Maisie crouches down with her knees pressed tightly together. again being very careful not to give you a glimpse of anything she doesn't want you to see, scoops up her panties and reluctantly tosses them over to you. Your heart is racing as you hold them in your hands like a trophy, one that would have seemed impossible to obtain when you woke up that morning. You can't help yourself from raising them to your face and giving them a sniff. Maisie wrinkles her nose and looks at you with intense disapproval, but you hardly care at this point. You know the line has been crossed already. You aren't sure what you expected them to smell of, but it is mostly deodorant with a vague trace of urine. There is a stray pube in there, which you pinch between your thumb and index finger and briefly cherish holding. This is all starting to feel very real and beautifully intimate.

"Are you going to make me take my hoodie off, Master?"

Maisie seems to be challenging you again. You both know that would be taking things to a whole new level, leaving her completely naked in front of you. You are not quite ready for that.

"Not yet" you tell her calmly "Why don't you just sit?"

That wasn't technically a command, but she does as you suggest anyway, perching on a nearby armchair. Since all she is wearing now is a hoodie, every move she makes has to be carefully calculated and delicately executed so as not to expose herself. It is rather cute to watch, not to mention exciting, with the very real possibility of her slipping up.

"Maisie, I'm going to ask you some questions and I want you to answer them honestly. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master" she nods.

"Have you always known I'm in love with you"

"I know you've always thought you were in love with me, Master" she replies "But you're not, or you wouldn't be doing this. It's just lust"

You realise that is probably a fair assessment. It stings a little to realise that she has spent so much time with you wrapped around her finger, like her little errand boy, using your own feelings towards her for her own benefit. Not that you are exactly in a position to make moral judgements of anyone right now.

"Why did you tell me about your curse? Because you trust me as a friend or because you think I am so pathetic you could convince me not to do anything with it?"

"Pathetic is a harsh word, Master" Maisie answers, clearly not wanting to antagonise someone with the total power over her that you now hold "But you always do what I want"

So that confirmed your worst suspicions. But you have one more question. The answer might be devastating, but you still need to know.

"Do you care about me at all? Or do you just hang out with me because you know I will do whatever you say?"

"You only do whatever I say because you think if you keep doing it then one day I will magically fall in love with you, Master" she is **** to answer "I like you as a friend, but It's very hard to respect or develop feelings for someone like that"

Maisie looks worried now. She knows she has upset you, and is unsure what the consequences might be. For the first time, it seems she knows she has lost all control of the situation. Through your hurt, you at least take some consolation in the beautiful irony that it will now be her who has to do whatever you say. And that hoodie really has to go. But should you make her take it off now as punishment for that little admission? Or would it be more entertaining to string the inevitable out a little longer?

Author Note: The chapter 'Stringing Things Out' leads to the primary, canon branch of this story. Scat warning for the other branch.