Page 9 of Lily

“Did I ask you to speak, girl?”

She flinched. Shit. “No, Sir.”

“I do not require an apology. When you disobey me, you will be appropriately punished. No apology is necessary. I will not accept excuses. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” she murmured.

He stared at her, making her realize she was looking at him, too. She lowered her gaze.

“Come here, girl. Let me look at you.” His voice was calmer, though he had an eerily calm voice most of the time. It grated on her nerves already.

She shuffled closer, keeping her feet wide, her hands behind her back, and her shoulders pulled back.

“Lower your arms and turn around in a slow circle.”

She did as she was told.

“Good. The uniform fits perfectly. The stays will help you maintain good posture. I don’t allow slouching. They will also help you bend to lower and rise with a straight back. Use your leg muscles to lift things, not your back.”

She didn’t respond. She needed to be careful to only respond to questions.

“Step closer, girl.”

She sucked in a breath as she took another step toward him. He could reach out and touch her. Less than a foot separated them.

“Inspection,” he demanded.

She lifted her arms and clasped her fingers behind her head. Her heart was racing. Her humiliation was thorough.

He stared at her breasts for a long time, his fingers curling into fists in his lap. Finally, he leaned to one side, lifted a hip, and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a white tube of something and held it out to her. “Put a line of this on your fingers and rub it into your nipples.”

Trembling at the odd request, she lowered her arms, took the tube, and squeezed a line of the clear gel onto her fingers.

“That should be enough.” He took the tube from her. “Transfer some to your other pointer and use just your pointers and thumbs to rub it into your nipples.”

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

Roselia did as she was told, fear making her throat tight.

“Rub it in, girl. Be quick. Pinch and twist them to make sure it soaks in.”

She gritted her teeth as she obeyed him. She hadn’t touched her nipples in a long time. This was so foreign to her.

“That’s enough.”

She dropped her arms.

“Clasp your hands behind your back.”

She trembled violently as she did so, but he didn’t comment on her shaking.

He leaned back and stared at her again.

She tried not to shift her weight. It was hard to remain still. In about thirty seconds, the gel began to heat, making her nipples tingle and throb uncomfortably.

“That’s better,” he declared. “Most of the time, your tits will stay hard on their own in this house. I want to see hard points. I will ask you to apply the stimulant throughout the day because it pleases me to watch you rub your tits and then see the result. You will not touch them in between for any reason. I know they feel warm and tingly. The stimulation probably transfers to your pussy. Are you wet, Lily?”

She swallowed hard. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

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