Elaine very much knew what she was doing. When they had met, she was such a cute, innocent little thing that blushed at a kiss and skittered about at the idea of anything more than that. But that was a few years ago now, and Eliane had fully slid into the role she was meant to be in. Hell, Estaria should be the maid, and Elaine the Captain, she had the temperament for it.

With soft kisses around her neck, teasing kisses on her lips and hands massaging her breasts, Estaria melted into a hot putty to be moulded as Elaine desired. And mould she did, driving her lover to new heights of passion and need. Slowly stripping her own clothes off until the two were nude and writhing on the bed.

And then it was over. Elaine was by the door with a smirk on her face, and Estaria was panting and trying to get her head around what just happened.

“Get dressed, dear. We are going out” Elaine ordered, pointing to the maid uniform set on the bed. “And don’t touch yourself, I will know~” with the implication of punishment hanging in the air, Elaine left to get dressed.

“Fucking…” Es would get her head on straight and then go to the door, opening it and staring at Elaine. “I can’t go out dressed like that. What if someone recognizes me?” she asked. It was all well and good having fun in their own home, but out there she was someone who needed to maintain respect among her men.

Though, no sooner had she exclaimed this problem, than Elaine pulled a long blonde wig out and fitted it to Estaria’s head.

“.....You planned this, didn’t you?” Estaria asked drily.

“You’ve been gone over a week, across The Empire to fight a horde of Norscans. So yes, I planned your welcome home present. Felt like you might need something to relax and unwind to”

When Elaine revealed her plan, Estaria was shocked to hear it. It was surprisingly thoughtful of her and more creative than she had given her girlfriend credit for. Her flushed and bright face hid the blush well, but not well enough to keep Elaine tricked, and she pulled Estaria in for another loving kiss.

“I will always look after you, lover. Whenever you need it, I’ll be here” she cooed, kissing her one last time and then turning her around and spanking her firm ass.

“...Ow. Gods your ass is made of steel. But go, get dressed already”

Finally obeying, buoyed by the passion and care that Elaine had shown, Estaria got dressed, pulling the whole uniform on and then looking at herself in the mirror. Cute head dress, blonde hair and some red lip paint made it seem like a whole different person was looking back at her. A beautiful woman that made Estaria’s thighs rub together. The beautiful deva in the mirror was squirming gently, not used to being stared at with such interest. But Estaria stared on anyway. She was transfixing, enthralling, and that shy cute look was just making Es want her even more.

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So caught up in this show, she missed Elaine come up behind her and grope her breasts teasingly through the uniform. Watching herself get molested in the mirror was certainly an interesting event she had never done before.

“You going to stare at yourself all day? I know you love that uniform, but that’s a little narcissistic, no?” Elaine teased, nibbling on Estaria’s ear. It was a good point, a very good point. Since returning from Middenheim, Es had been thinking far too much of herself. This power was going to her head, and she appreciated Elaine’s presence, it helped keep her grounded.

“So...sorry, Elai-” Estaria was cut off with a finger placed on her lips, and a cruel smile on her lover’s own.

“Ma’am~ If you are going to be dressing up like that, then you should be a proper Maid, no?” Elaine asked, giggling and nibbling on the tender, sensitive neck. Es squirmed and let out a gentle airy moan at the pleasure. Elaine was keeping her so high without ever letting her come down or crest. It was so cruel.

“Y-you are really going all in on this, h-huh?” Estaria asked, feeling Elaine’s hands gently glide downwards. The apron and uniform were in front of the fingers, but her body was so sensitive it mattered very little.

“Mmmhmm~ One Hundred Percent. I’ve been loving the idea of making you my obedient little maid for several days now, so I am going to get my money’s worth out of you. The storm that was brewing in the manor means I’ve got a few days off to make sure you are a good girl in all aspects~” Elaine’s mastery of tone and ability to slip between the familiar Riek and the exotic Bretonnian like flipping a switch...it really kept Es off balance.

Elaine’s hands slid down Estaria’s and then grasped her hands, moving them to the skirt and encouraging her to grasp with both hands.

“Back straight, head bowed, and bend your knees while lifting your skirt up. Give it a go” she said, taking a step back and letting Estaria try. The preternatural balance and bodily control allowed Estaria to nail it first time, and give her love a great show, such that she even clapped excitedly. “You are a natural maid! Maybe I should drag you up to the manor and have you work with me? We can work out in the broom closet and I can torment you till you peak and make you work the rest of the day with soaking wet panties~”

Estaria looked back at Elaine with a raised eyebrow, and for once the woman actually looked abashed.

“Too far. Sorry” she scratched the back of her head but recovered quickly and nodded. “Anyway, come on! I need a dress, and then we are going shopping~ Should use my maid now I have her, hmm?” Elaine then skipped through the door before Estaria could retort, though there wasn’t much to retort about. Elaine knew Es enough to push her just to the edge of comfort and extract the adrenal-tinged pleasure found there. The delight in pushing the envelope just that little bit further.

So after one final glance in the mirror, Estaria followed out of the house, her hands clasped in Elaine’s own and her heart beating like a drum. Being out, dressed like this, with her...anything could happen. And knowing Elaine’s interests, anything would happen. It was going to be a long day, but not one she was at all opposed to living.