Well this is going to be an interesting experience…

< (Indeed… and knowing what’s about to happen I would rather you didn’t have to experience it… hey, mind if I do something?) > (Dawn)

Hmmm?

< (Don’t worry, it’s for your own protection… hehe, ‘protection’) > (Dawn)

… Alright, you’re in charge then.

Where was I? In Voss Brunner’s penthouse suite, more specifically, I was sitting on the bed in a set of underwear.

What else was I wearing? Nothing, and I might as well have not been wearing the underwear either. It did not provide any warmth and was so transparent and light that half the time I even forgot I was wearing it.

Normally, what was about to happen was obvious, but I only learnt the reality of it by probing through Kyler’s mind on the way here.

Who is Kyler? Mr. Hunt, originally known as Ominous Man. On the way, I had filled him in on the details of what I needed; training and knowledge.

He thought of me as something akin to an angel or god, or goddess in this case, taking mortal flesh. He was previously atheist but something changed when Dawn was communicating with him, apparently, she had been applying some influence on him while she was raiding his mind. The effect was minimal and incredibly tiring for me, but was just enough to have the idea that I may be a divine being – in combination with other things – firmly planted in his mind, it’s uses are rather limited and I should also figure out how to deceive people without it.

I planned to give Voss Brunner, the man who planned on using me as his personal prostitute, a similar treatment. Despite his haughty disposition, he seemed to like being called by his first name while calling others formally, he was deeply confused about something in this regard, even I can tell.

Thinking back a little, when we first arrived at the mansion some interesting things happened.

I was led in from a side door by Kyler, entering the kitchen. After we entered the kitchen one of the women turned to us, she was old and wrinkled and had heavy bags under her eyes, she looked weary and faint with dull eyes. After she noticed Kyler her eyes brightened and her frown turned into a grin, it probably would have been wider if she had the strength to make it so. The woman turned away as she raised her hands and cupped them around her mouth, her voice was surprisingly energetic and lively considering her state and her age, “Annie! Kyle’s back!” The energy in her voice was only further emphasised by the dreariness and lethargy that could be seen in the other workers around the kitchen.

A younger blonde woman, probably about the same age as Kyler burst through a door on the other side of the room as she ecstatically shouted, “Kyle!” as she sprinted up to him and hugged him tightly. She was in the same state as the old women; tired and weak, she was simply haggard.

He smiled and hugged her back, “I wanted to visit…” he said as tears started forming. They stayed still and indulged in each other’s embraces, having created a pink world around themselves so sweet I could vomit. After what felt like hours they separated – slightly, and leant back in to kiss each other.

I coughed to get their attention and they immediately snapped out of their little world and noticed the stares of the entire kitchen. It only took the girl a moment to notice me, once she did her gaze bounced between me and Kyler a few times.

“Is she…” The girl drifted of as she started inspecting me from where she stood.

“… Yes,” supplemented Kyler to her unfinished question.

The girl’s eyes darkened as she tilted her head forwards and a quiet “that bastard” escaped her lips.

Kyler gently took her clenched fist and softened it to intertwine their fingers as he comforted her. He leant in and started whispering into her ear, as he whispered into her ear her expression changed continuously; first there was confusion, followed by doubt. Soon after surprise followed, closely tailed by relief and then a smile.

“Understood.” She said before turning to me and giving me a bow while moving one foot slightly back while turning it and dipping at the knees, pinching the hem of her skirt and raising it slightly as she spoke, “It is an honour to make your acquaintance… Milady. Please follow me, I shall help you prepare for tonight’s exchange.”

“Please lead the way. It’s a pleasure to meet you missus…” I returned her formal tone and gesture, this raised some curious glances from the women scattered around the strangely male-free kitchen but I didn’t care.

“Please, call me ‘Miss Hathaway’, I am but a humble and unmarried servant. This way milady,” she courteously introduced herself as she raised a hand to indicate which way to go. I still question the amount of respect she is giving me, but that’s not a priority.

“Thank you, Miss Hathaway. Lead the way.” She nodded as she accepted my words. She straightened her posture and began to walk gracefully and proudly as I followed behind, mimicking her posture as we walked out the kitchen and through various hallways. I was led into a large room with several vanities and various other mirrors and podiums, at the back there was a dark, wooden double door.

I was told to sit at one of the vanities as she walked towards the wooden doors. I glanced over as she pushed the doors open and spied rows upon rows of cloth, leather, rubber, metal, and other synthetic materials in the shape of various outfits.

Annie stood on the spot, pondering something for a few seconds before she looked back at me and started talking to herself, “Hmmm… Small and light with smooth curves despite the proportions, simple would be best… Childish, so colourful… grey hair conflicts so dark colours, but that will clash with the skin… Grey? AH!”

She quickly returned to my side and spoke, “My sincerest apologies, Milady, but I have forgotten to have you bathed.”

“No worries, all of us are human, even the best of us make mistakes” I said, giving a wry smile to both her attitude and my own statement.

She gestured for me to follow so I stood up and trailed closely behind her, shifting my glance downward to her surprisingly short skirt for no more than a moment before shaking my head to dismiss my own odd behaviour. I wasn’t sure what I just did or why, it was accompanied by a strange and disruptive feeling I haven’t had before; a feeling akin to mixing pride, impulse, and desire.

I regained my composure and continued following her, for some reason my thoughts were disarrayed as I unintentionally stared at the maid. As we turned a corner my eyes drifted downwards again, this time all the way down to her legs. I carefully examined her legs, my eyes gliding up and down from the hem of her skirt to her ankles, admiring their shape. She wore long white stockings that reached up past her knees and halfway up her thighs, they were held up by straps that disappeared into her skirt. My thoughts only became more disordered as I admired the small portion of skin between the top of the leggings and the skirt, the odd feeling also grew stronger and seemed to be interfering with my thoughts more and more as I watched her.

I shook my head and averted my eyes, trying to supress the disruptive feeling. I managed to recover my composure after taking a deep breath and exhaling.

It all proved worthless when she stopped in front of a door and turned around; my eyes darted straight to her open neckline and traced her collarbone until settling on the shadow created by the globes on her chest. The disruptive feeling came rushing back with far more force than before, this time causing my body to gradually feel warmer. The increasing warmth was centred in my waist and spread up into my chest, my heart beat grew faster and my breathing became a little bit rougher as the heat settled into my chest.

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“Here is the bathhouse, Milady” said the maid as she gestured into the room.

I simply nodded and entered, I couldn’t think about etiquette anymore, my mind was too clouded to speak properly.

I was now standing in an empty room with a wall lined full of lockers with a large pool of hot water on the other end, facing the wall of lockers. My head was still clouded and hazy, but I caught glimpses of Annie drifting through the fog in my mind, she had slightly less clothes in each image. As the images drifted through my mind the heat in my body continued to rise, now spreading evenly all the way down my limbs and up my neck, into my face.

“I’ll be undressing you now,” said Annie as she stepped up behind me. I felt a wave of tingles shoot through my body from my neck as I felt her breath tickle it. My groin began to tingle as the wave struck it and I felt something warm touch the top of my inner thighs.

Annie reached around from behind and started undoing the buttons on the front of my shredded uniform. As she unbuttoned it I could feel her warmth on my back, something soft was rubbing slightly against my back. I felt her breath behind my ear as she leaned over to find the buttons from behind. Another tingle shot down my body, my breathing got slightly rougher and the warmth on my inner thighs spread downward a little.

My face was hot, there was this storm of warmth in my chest, and my groin was burning. She finished unbuttoning and helped slide it off my arms, gently stroking from my shoulders down to my wrists. As my arm was stroked I felt a constant storm of warmth and electrifying tingles being generated where she touched.

“Nnnn…”

An odd sound escaped my lips uncontrollably as my body refused to comply for a moment. It felt like an electric current was flowing through me, but unlike Tasers this felt good, very good. There was a pulse in in my groin warmth spread down my thighs even further, it could be felt almost halfway to my knees.

More… I want more…

This feeling was starting to take over me, I didn’t understand what the feeling was, but it felt natural. I simply let the feeling grow and take control, I indulged in the sensations that washed through my body as Annie lowered my tattered skirt. The electricity was stronger, the pulse in my groin was bigger, it was simply better, I was enjoying it more and more.

< (Tiama? Tiama! Don’t let-) > (Dawn)

Dawn tried to interrupt, but now she’s gone, I didn’t want her interrupting.

Images of the maid behind me rushed into my mind, I understood that to make this continue I would need to make her comply. A moment of panic went through my mind; I didn’t know how to make her comply.

Suddenly I realised how overpowering the feeling was; all I had to do was make her feel it too, so long as she felt it she would continue.

“You can enter the bath now” she said, reminding me that I was completely naked.

I turned my head to look at her behind me with glazed eyes, my sight first landed on her legs and I raised my gaze until our eyes met.

She was still full clothed.

We held eye contact in silence for a few seconds, then I reached one hand out and around her towards the zip on the back of her uniform. I grabbed it and slowly pulled it down, continuing to make eye contact, only a few centimetres away from her. As I did this she looked confused, I just continued without caring and after a second she seemed to understand.

She reached up to start undressing herself but I gestured for her to stop.

She extended an arm out for me, I slowly pulled down the long glove she was wearing as I watched her expression.

Her expression did not change.

Why isn’t she feeling the same? Am I doing something wrong?

I was confused, she wasn’t feeling it, I didn’t know why. Was it where I was touching? How I was touching?

Another wave of sensations shot through me as I recalled how she touched me before, I thought I understood something.

I reached out to her other side and she raised her other arm for me, I removed the glove even slower this time and made sure to gently trace a finger along her skin as I did so. I saw her body tremble slightly and her face turn red, I was doing it right.

I slowly moved my hands to take off her dress while stepping closer, gently sliding my fingers up her body, left hand on the side and the right slightly around her back. Starting from her thighs and moving up, her face became redder and her breathing shallower as I passed her hips, eventually looking like she was short of breath as one hand passed her armpit.

My hands drifting slightly forwards, my left hand slid over the bulge on her chest and up to her collar bone before moving across to her shoulder. My right hand traced the bottom of her shoulder blade before sliding underneath her armpit and over onto her other shoulder.

Now that my hands were on her shoulders, I slipped the dress off slowly while stroking all the way down her arms. My body became warmer as I dropped her dress and examined her body more closely. “Beautiful”, my thoughts left through my mouth unintentionally and her cheeks became even redder; now looking almost like a tomato against her untanned skin.

I then noticed two pieces of clothing that I couldn’t see before; one that held her breasts and one at the waist, both of which were simple and pink. The clothing at her waist seemed to have a slight wet patch. There was also a thin pink belt slightly higher up, to which, the straps holding up her stockings were connected.

I decided to remove the extras starting with the belt.

I gently placed my hands against the belt and pulled lightly downwards, but the belt did not move.

Maybe it’s like the dress and has something holding it together?

I slowly traced my hands around the belt, making sure to keep constant skin contact in the process. Eventually I felt a bump, I pulled myself closer to wind my head around her body and look at it. There was a buckle of some sorts. I started fumbling with the buckle system with one hand while the other hand drifted around her body, hopefully distracting her from my clumsiness.

I kept an eye on her reactions as explored her body with my hand, keeping note of whenever she leaked small moans and revisiting those areas. I discovered that her chest and butt were the most sensitive places, followed by the wet patch on the clothes around her waist, and then her waist and thighs.

I also managed to get some good results when I performed long strokes, and even better results when started to use my mouth; first by breathing on her skin, I found this made her more sensitive. Secondly by kissing her skin occasionally, this made her a little bit more sensitive and moan on sensitive spots. Lastly by licking her, she seemed to feel my licks and moaned almost every time I licked her, no matter where.

I managed to release the belt shortly after I started licking her and started to lower it the same way I took everything else off; slowly and gently.

Once I was finished removing the belt I looked up into her eyes, the world went still for a second as she returned my gaze in a moment of silence. Something just clicked in that moment as I was overcome by ecstasy and pleasure while our lips locked, led by a feeling of power and desire. I wanted to be in charge, I wanted to have the last say. I was aggressive and commanding, and she submitted herself to me in the hazy fog of pleasure.

A few minutes later we were sitting in the bath while cuddling each other under our shallow breaths, both of us feeling immensely satisfied. I was content to bask in the afterglow, but a voice interrupted me as I was coming to my senses.

< (…ama… Tiama!) > (Dawn)

… Dawn? Did something happen?

< (Yes, ‘something happened’! You did! You went completely out of control.) > (Dawn)

… Sorry, what?

< (Instinct took control and I couldn’t reach you, the uh… ‘experience’ also seems to have had some… effects on your body.) > (Dawn)

Effects?

< (Oh nothing much, you’re just gonna get a little horny every now and then… or so I assume, your body is producing more hormones now than it did before and that might have a variety of other effects too.) > (Dawn)

‘Might’?

< (Yep, can’t say for sure since we aren’t exactly human… but humans call it ‘puberty’, it comes with a whole host of changes to both the mind and the body. Not that we can do anything about it now, it’s a long-term issue. I have a plan in mind to control it, but that’s work in progress, for now we should ‘meet’ with Lord Voss.) > (Dawn)

Oh, yes, I suppose I should remind my lovely Annie about that.

< (My god, it has already begun…) > (Dawn)

What’s already begun?

< (Nothing! Just get on with it and ignore what I said!) > (Dawn)

Okay…

Dawn said some weird things, but she’s generally right so I’ll just accept it. Now I had to meet with Voss to get things going, I spoke up to Annie so she could help me prepare.

“So now I have to meet Voss…”

Annie made a sullen face, “Yes… I suppose you do… come, I’ll help get you ready.” Her expression clearly showed her unwillingness, but she forced herself to continue professionally.

We got out the bath and got redressed, she wore her maid outfit which I lovingly removed earlier and I was given a simple bath robe. I was then led back to the initial dressing room we entered and sat down at the vanity. I spent the entire trip admiring her figure from behind, even feeling the heat in my body rise as I watched her hips sway. After a few minutes, she returned from the cupboard with a translucent piece of clothing that looked like a tiny dress. I couldn’t help but imagine her in it, how lovely.

I got dressed and she helped me touch up before leading me to Mr Brunner’s room, thus leading to the present.