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Seems like it's leaning towards going back into the Submissive state, so. . .
You nod and bow to your mistress. "That is right and proper, of course," you admit. "Do you need some help getting dry, mistress?"
"Of course," Samantha says. "Help me out of these wet clothes." She starts to tug at her soaking wet maid uniform, which is clinging to her body quite nicely. Through the soaking wet cloth, you can see that she's wearing a lacy demi-bra. It's black.
She starts to unbutton her blouse and dress, and you help her out of the soaking wet clothes, hanging them up on a tree branch to dry. She strips down to her underwear and sits down on a rock before unclipping her garter belt from her stockings and starting to roll them off her long, shapely legs.
You glance over at her enviously, rather jealous of your lady's smooth, perfect skin. Her hands, you see, are long and elegant, and her every movement is graceful and smooth.
You look down at your own hard, calloused hands, with their short-clipped nails and the scars across the knuckles and backs of your hands from training. Unconsciously, you realize that you've been folding your hands in front of you this whole time. Being around Samantha always makes you feel so awkward and crude, like a trained bear in front of a graceful swan. |
