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 �>�Maeson's Assistant A Maeson and Kimber Story by TailWeaver Copyright�(C)
2017 by TailWeaver

   Chapter 10: Kimber adorned and adored

   Kimber had watched him, so hard, so eager, so intense, running his hand
up and down his shaft, the head getting purple and full.  When he began to
cum, she was watching it directly, sort of like this morning, although she
was not doing the aiming so much as just being a target.  It was obvious he
liked it, he had gasped her name, intense like.  Now, as she knelt in the
shower, she felt his seed on her body, and she watched as his staff began
to deflate, albeit only a little.

   Smiling up at him, hearing his words of praise, she simply nodded. 
Knowing he thought she was precious, special, even beautiful made her
feelings of service just that much stronger.  Standing up, letting his
stuff just slide down her skin, she held out a hand.   -�Come ...  let
-(TM)s get you clean now sir ...  before dinner... -� Back on more solid
ground, she knew how to do this, how to take care of him, and she busied
herself with the soap and rag as he entered the shower behind her.

   With his orgasm complete, Maeson -(TM)s -(TM) mind cleared somewhat;
only an orgasm can clear one -(TM)s mind after being faced all day with the
object of your desire.  God, Kimber looks incredible kneeling before me!,
He watched her every bit of the way, and noticed something.  She wasn
-(TM)t as awkward as she was in previous times.  Even earlier today he had
seen that awkwardness, but in this moment, she was totally confident and
that made her more attractive because of it.  She knew he wanted her and it
didn -(TM)t seem to make her uncomfortable in the least.

   Maeson allowed her to serve him, washing him with soap, rag, and hand.
Her hand on his body felt so good, so relieving and with the orgasm out of
the way she wasn -(TM)t too distracting.  As she rinsed him off, he reached
out pulling her to him gently wrapping his arms about her, pressing her
naked wet body into his.  He was in control now so there was no sense of
lust, just need.  He caught her chin in his hand, lifted her eyes to his,
and looked deep into those eyes that were so close to his, then kissed her.
Soft, gentle, without the same need as earlier, making the kiss say all the
things he wanted to.  How much he appreciated her, how much he thought she
was beautiful, how much he cared about her.  With the kiss finished he let
her go, adding a quick peck to her shoulder before getting out, his voice
gentle, reverent,  -�Come on, let us go out.  I want to enjoy a dinner with
you. -�

   Kimber enjoyed the simple task of washing him.  She was getting
familiar, very familiar, with his body, and if she thought about it, she
might wonder at how much she had changed in the last couple of weeks. 
Naked and natural in the shower, not even that shy about it, she was simply
trying to make him happy in a very simple, caring way.

   After she finished, she felt his body close around her as he claimed her
against the wall, kissing her, holding her tight.  She stood there, passive
only in her posture, her mouth kissing his lips sweetly.  As he stepped
away, she could feel a desire building within her.  She needed to be his
... she had made her mind up ...  tomorrow ...  tomorrow he would be
surprised, she thought.

   Dinner was as lovely as any she could have imagined for a prom or any
other fancy date.  The service was impeccable, and she felt so grown up,
dressed to the nines wearing one of her new outfits, Max doting on her like
a queen.  It was all so heady.  As they took the long drive home, she was
so comfortable, so happy, she leaned against him, almost nodding off,
happier than she remembered being in a while.  It had been a day of firsts,
to be sure, but also a day of pure enjoyment.

   The car ride home was sedate, both of them tired from the day.  Maeson
held her hand for much of the trip, his thumb or fingers stroking the
inside of her wrists.  He felt sated in many ways, satisfied with all that
had happened.

   When he walked Kimber back into the house, (parents fast asleep already)
he took her by the hand upstairs to her room.  Following the ritual they
had made together, he picked out a nightie and a pair of thong underwear
for her to wear to bed.  Maeson laid them out on the bed in front of her,
then retired to the chair in her room to watch her change.  When she was
finished he got up, pulled the sheets back for her and told her to get in,
settling down on his knees beside her.  For a short while he stroked her
hair, his fingers gently playing over the back of her neck and looking into
her eyes.  Maeson didn -(TM)t talk much; he didn -(TM)t feel like he needed
to.

   When he thought she was almost asleep he leaned over, kissed her gently
on the lips.  Then moved to her ear and whispered,  -�I love you sis, you
-(TM)re amazing.  I -(TM)m going to stay and watch over you for a bit.  Now
go to sleep, and sweet dreams. -�

   Maeson stayed until Kimber dropped off to sleep, gently stroking her
hair and neck waiting for her to fall asleep.  When she did, he got up as
quietly as he could and left for his own room.

   When Maeson woke up the next day, it was a bit later than normal. 
Kimber and he had gotten in late, and it seemed like a little sleeping 
-~in -(TM) was in order.  This didn -(TM)t mean that he wasn -(TM)t going
to follow the routine he had set down for himself.  Maeson was a creature
of habit, so once a routine was established he tended to follow it.  So he
got up, rinsed off his face and got dressed for his morning run.  Usually
he would head upstairs greet his mother and father, have a quick light meal
with them and head out.  Since he was up late that also wasn -(TM)t an
issue, they had already left for work for the day.

   So instead, Maeson had a cup of tea to wake up, and enjoyed some of the
raisin wheat bread his mother had picked up, just to put something in his
stomach.  He didn -(TM)t see Kimber, but that wasn -(TM)t a surprise
either. She was likely late to rise this morning as well.

   Thoughts of Kimber made him linger on her.  The night before he had
watched her fall asleep, her face transforming from a happy satisfied
little smile to one that was angelic.  The very thought of her made him
smile as he went out to stretch.  Last night had been everything that he
had wanted.  They had been intimate, sexual, and even most importantly,
they had grown closer.

   So as he headed out for his run, the day complimented his mood.  It was
sunny, and the perfect temperature.  Everything just felt like it was going
right, like the world couldn -(TM)t get any better.

   The faint sounds of movement from downstairs barely reached Kimber
-(TM)s ears, but as she slowly woke, she lay for a minute, listening. 
Hearing the door shut, she looked at the clock, and realized Maeson was out
for his run.  Even though it was a bit later, she knew she had some time,
his run takes him almost an hour.  Stretching, she slowly woke herself up,
rising, and moving towards her dresser.  Standing for a moment, brushing
out her hair, wanting to get the tangles out before her shower, she saw the
choker sitting there, and remembered her decision.

   Putting the brush down, she slipped her nightie off, sliding her panties
off as well, and folded them up, placing them back in her dresser - good
for another night -(TM)s sleep yet, she thought.  Turning back around, she
picked up the choker, and moving to stand in front of her mirror.  She held
it up to her neck, looking at, considering, taking a long moment to just
see how she felt seeing it there.

   Yesterday, the tasks, the way he had taken control, had made her feel so
safe, and at the same time so daring, so free ...  it had been
intoxicating. Dinner had been the perfect cap, and the sweetness he showed
as he tucked her in, made her smile in remembrance.  She knew he loved
watching her change into her night time sleepwear ...  it was a simple
thing ...  very nice and comforting.

   After a long minute, she hooked the choker on its clever clasp, and
moving towards the door, opened it, listening for any sounds of life.

   Sure that she was alone, she brazenly padded down to the pool, really
beginning to enjoy the freedom of not wearing clothes.  She still wished
she could do something like that when the parents were home, she again
considered telling them that, instead of becoming a vegan, she was
considering becoming a naturist.  Giggling a bit at the thought of her
father -(TM)s apoplexy, she slid into the pool, and quickly, easily, did
her morning exercise laps.

   Relishing the feel of the water on her bare skin, it was with a bit of
reluctance she left the pool, heading to the upstairs shower, sure that she
needed to get ready for Maeson, knowing he would be back soon.

   Maeson opened the door to the house entering back through the kitchen,
which was also where he left.  It had been a good run, on a nice day, and
plenty to think about.  He was shirtless given the fact that the weather
had turned nice out and he didn -(TM)t see the reason to wear one.  With a
quick stop at the fridge to get a glass of water, he lingered in the
kitchen for a bit to rehydrate, though he didn -(TM)t want to dally too
long.  Upstairs, he could hear the water running which meant that Kimber
was up and was likely finishing up her own shower and was waiting on him.
Draining his glass, he ditched his sneakers next to the door.

   Making his way upstairs he wasn -(TM)t quiet about his footfalls.  He
wanted to let her know that he was coming.  Maeson had really come to love
this time together, and after last night he was looking forward to it even
more.  He was curious how the day yesterday had changed things for them
though he wasn -(TM)t worried; the day before had certainly brought them
closer together.

   Kimber had not wasted much time, quickly washing her hair, the hardest
part of her morning routine, and was soaking in the warm water, washing her
body, when she heard the door open.

   Coming through the bathroom door, he greeted her,  -�Good Morning
Kimber, Ready for me? -� he asked her.  From the moment he walked through
the door his eyes were drawn to her.  For some reason being wet made Kimber
even sexier than she already was, but her in the shower made him pause as
his eyes instantly settled on the collar, his collar closed around her
neck.

   She stood under the water, looking at him through the shower door,
nervous, unsure, but bravely standing there, letting him take in all that
she was.  She could see his eyes centering on the collar, and she could
feel it around her neck, wet, slick, solid.  A constant reminder of what
she had decided.

   Opening the door, she paused, eyes down, not even sure if she should say
anything, but unable to take the silence.   -�Yes, sir, I am ready ...  for
your shower... -� she said, her words meant to also indicate that she was
ready for his collar, even if she was not sure all that entailed.

   Maeson knew that the evening prior had gone well, but he hadn -(TM)t
realized that it had gone quite that well.  Right there sitting on her neck
was his collar; the white gold clasped around her neck, the black stone
center at her throat and it looked like it was meant to be there.

   Just the sight of it gave him a nervous sort of energy.  Not that it was
going to reduce him to some sort of blubbering nanny or something, but
Maeson had a thrill running through him that was as strong as the first
time he imagined Kimber, his little sister, wearing his collar.

   In retrospect, Maeson really hadn -(TM)t been sure that this day would
ever come.  He had hoped she would choose to put it on, but the reality was
he really had doubted it.  They were brother and sister, and that sort of
thing just didn -(TM)t happen.  Now though?  She was obviously wearing it,
and she looked like she wasn -(TM)t even sure how he would react.  Trying
to reassure her that he was indeed pleased, he let the pleasure of seeing
her in the collar come out.  He smiled at her to let her know that he had
seen the collar, and he approved.  Shucking his clothing, and exposing his
toned lanky body, Maeson placed his articles to the side.  He opened the
glass door and let himself into the shower, the warm water running over his
body, and faced Kimber.  Then, he reached for her chin almost like he was
going to kiss her but then he turned her head to either side, leading her
by the chin inspecting it -(TM)s placement  -�I like it, -� Maeson told her
unable to keep the husky wanting element from his tone.

   When he had bought the collar, when he knew that he wanted to take a
submissive, but he had never had Kimber in mind.  His thoughts on a collar
had been that it was a very obvious thing, the weight of it (meaning the
statement of it) drew eyes and attention away from where it should be
focused which was on the woman wearing it.  He first and foremost he had
picked a collar that he thought would complement a woman like Kimber -(TM)s
beauty.  Her neck wore it well,  -�My collar looks good on you, -� he
murmured and put his arms out to indicate that he was ready to be washed.

   Maeson didn -(TM)t leave Kimber hanging though.  He knew that he needed
to reassure her so he gave her more instructions even if they might not be
needed,  -�Wash me off, pay extra attention to my cock, but I am not going
to orgasm now.  I want to get washed up first, and I want to talk, -� he
instructed her.  Before this entire cycle was complete, he needed to make
sure that she knew what she was getting into, and he wanted to talk to her
more about it.

   They had talked some about it, he had given her a taste for what it
might be like to be owned, but just donning the collar was showing that she
was willing; he also wanted to hear her say it, and give her a taste of
what she might really be in for.  There was more that he wanted from his
sub than just washing him, and they could talk more about it.  Thank god
the  -~rents were out for the day, and it wasn -(TM)t a weekend.  Kimber
and he would have time together.

   Kimber was watching his face, nervous, hopeful, excited.  When he
smiled, nodding at her collar, she relaxed a little bit, more confident now
that she had not done it wrong.  As he entered, his long lanky body sticky
with his sweat, she nodded, listening to his instructions, noting that he
was a little more explicit, more exacting in what he requested.   -�Yes ...
sir -� she said softly, picking up the soap and getting some lather between
her rubbing hands.   -�I -(TM)d like that -� she added, when he finished,
the idea of talking about all of this being a bit scary, but she could see
that it would be a good idea.  She did have a lot of questions in her mind,
and she hoped that maybe some of that would be explained.

   Washing his back, she took a moment to just look at him, wondering how
she got here, surprised, but somehow, not surprised.  There was something
about his calm assurance, his assertive nature that had seemed to call to
something inside of her.  Moving down, washing his legs, she squatted in
the spray, feeling her wet body brushing up against the wall, or his hips
and leg as she washed up and down, his muscles hard and firm under her soft
hands.

   Standing back up, turning him around, she carefully washed his chest and
arms, keeping quiet, thoughtful, her eyes on her work, not his face. 
Running a soapy hand down to his crotch, she could tell that he was
aroused, but he did not want  -~that -(TM), so she simply washed, enjoying
the touch of him, still thrilling to her young mind ...  The core of their
relationship remained taboo, she knew others would never understand ... 
but he completed something in her ...  and if that meant she had to touch
him in ways that others would say is wrong ...  well, she had no time for
those people.

   Maeson enjoyed the feeling of Kimber washing, it appealed to him on so
many levels, but also gave him a bit of time to think and recover from the
change in their relationship.  Her washing let him review everything, from
the sight of her wearing the collar to how this would affect his plans, and
their plans.  However, he couldn -(TM)t ignore what she was doing
completely.  Kimber -(TM)s small soapy hands gliding over his skin relaxed,
and aroused him, in ways that most people just would never encounter. 
Maeson was just that lucky.

   Letting the spray get all of the soap off of her hands, and his body,
Kimber patted his cock, and his behind as she finished, trying to be
pleasing within the constraints of his wishes.

    -�Good? -� she asked as she let the water run over her own back,
rewarming her skin.

   With Kimber -(TM)s job done, and his affirmation that what she did
really was perfect, they both got out and dried off.  This time though, he
didn -(TM)t send Kimber off to get dressed,  -�Follow me, you have your
collar on and that is enough for you. -� Maeson led Kimber downstairs to
his own bed room, naked only for as long as it took to get dressed in a
pair of shorts and T-shirt.  Thank god for summer.  Kimber, he wanted
naked, because there was power in clothing, and he wanted Kimber to become
more acquainted with her new station.

   Silently, Kimber walked behind Maeson, enjoying her enforced nudity.  If
there was one thing she loved most out of all that had happened recently,
it was the daring, naughty, walks around her house completely naked.  Even
with no one home, she had gotten a charge simply from being out of her room
sans clothing.  Watching him dress, the weight of the collar around her
neck reminding her of her new station, she felt oddly at peace.  Not
knowing what to expect she had resigned herself to just live in the moment.

   Dressed Maeson led her back upstairs to the living room, which had some
nice straight back chairs and the carpeted floor for her.

   Before Maeson sat down, he took Kimber by the shoulders and pushed her
down,  -�Kneel, -� he told her,  -�Legs under you, back straight, arms
folded so they rest on your thighs. -� This was going to be the first time
that he ever had Kimber kneeling for him in a subservient pose.  Later he
would have to get into specifics, but for now it was just a start and a
chance to have a conversation about their respective roles which meant he
got to sit in the chair, clothed, and Kimber needed to be naked at his
feet. Oh where to begin?

   As they went upstairs, and into the more formal parlor, Kimber felt even
more exposed.  Kneeling, she moved her body as he instructed, holding her
back straight, feeling her bare breasts rising up on her chest.

    -�You have no idea how much I like seeing you in my collar -� he
started.   -�Honestly, I had put it out there, on your dresser, but I didn
-(TM)t expect you to put it on.  For you to give yourself to me, leaves me
excited, exuberant, protective, and certainly aroused. -� Purposefully
Maeson added that part on, while he didn -(TM)t expect to take his little
sister directly.  Yet.  They might as well address the sexual nature of it.
 -�How do you feel? -� Maeson asked, giving her a chance to answer before
continuing.

   As he spoke, she flushed with pleasure.  He really was happy with her.
Thinking about his question, she tried to get her jumbled emotions in
order.

    -�I feel scared and nervous, but excited, and eager?? -� She said at
first, her words low and steady.   -�I never felt so taken care of before.
I want more.  And I promise to do my best,,,, to do whatever you say... -�

   Maeson listened to Kimber tell him how she felt.  He smiled at her
encouragingly, he wasn -(TM)t trying to be overbearing and didn -(TM)t want
to come across that way.  He also wasn -(TM)t there to break her will.  He
was there to control her, yes,  -~cause for some odd reason it fit
comfortably for the both of them.  It was a fallback into a structure where
one felt the need to lead and another that needed to follow.  A very true
recognition of awareness of what one needed.  It was only through a twist
in fate that they were finding it in each other.

    -�Kimber, -� he said slowly trying to give his words enough weight of
emphasis,  -�you realize that you -(TM)re giving yourself into my care? 
Completely, giving me your time and your efforts.  Which means your body as
well? -� The last statement he said as a question, though really it was a
statement.  Maeson would never rape her, he couldn -(TM)t abide rape.  Only
the weakest debased brute would do that.  But if Kimber took his collar on
her, wore it on her body, he would consider that a sign of submission --
physically -- to him.  He was very sure that she knew that, but he needed
to be positive.  Maeson wanted to have everything understood and out in
front before them both.  He wanted verbal understanding and assent.

   Kimber heard his words, and when he said the word pussy, she shivered
only a little bit.  She knew that was part of everything, she just had not
heard it said out loud.  Blunt like.  Still, she silently nodded as he
spoke, working to keep upright, feeling her bare backside on her heels, her
hands lightly resting on her thighs.  She looked at him, listening,
patient. She was on edge, she knew that, but she also felt calm.  The
decision had been made, she had been brave enough to do that, now, it was
time to make it happen, to see it through.

   Without waiting for her to reply, Maeson continued  -�That if I was to
ask you to take me into your mouth, or pussy that I -(TM)d expect you to do
it?  That I get to do with you as I see fit, from spoiling you, to using
you?  Are these the things you want? -�

   Once again Maeson paused, and let it all sink in.  He didn -(TM)t see a
reason to be vulgar about it, at least not right now.  Being vulgar was
more for fun, or to enhance the ecstasy, being smart or upstanding was more
sophisticated and mature; both aspects that Maeson prided himself on.

   After a long pause, she spoke up, though unsure if he was now waiting on
her reply,  -�I understand, I mean, I don -(TM)t really  -~know -(TM), but
I know that you are in charge now ...  like in the movie and stuff. -� She
remembered the punishments and the intensity of their emotions, and the
whole relationship had made her yearn for something that meaningful.  
-�And I want this, so much... -�



   Chapter 11: Tea Service

    -�Well you -(TM)re not getting it, -� Maeson replied teasing her a
little bit.  It was a play on words, and he was still her older brother,
and it was still his right to pick on his little sister at least some;
which did include when his little sister was kneeling naked at his feet. 
However, he didn -(TM)t leave her hanging long, that would be cruel.  He
said that just to tweak her nose and let her know that it wasn -(TM)t going
to be all grave and serious all of the time!  After all, this wasn -(TM)t
some movie and they were not Mr.  Grey and Lee.

    -�That, -� he told her, filling in the rest of his thoughts,  -�I think
is something you are going to earn, my dick is your reward, not your right.
-� This was actually blunt, and was the beginning of a new set of rules.  
-�Depending on how you behave, how you perform, I will decide when and if
you get anything, including the reward of touching my body.  Like using the
word sir.  I -(TM)m your Sir now, we will decide later if I am going to be
your Master. -� So there was no confusion, he added,  -�You can talk, -� he
told her,  -�I -(TM)m not into a silent slave. -�

   Kimber was not sure what he meant, at first, then, blushed, when she
realized he was taking her words to mean that she wanted his, well, his
dick.  Cheeks aflame, she knelt there, trying to stay in place, while part
of her just wanted to crawl away and hide.

   She heard him speak about having to earn his attentions, and she was
both confused and maybe glad.  She had thought, well, she had not really
thought it all through, but she had assumed he could and would just do what
he wanted.   -�Sir, I mean, yes Sir... -� she said haltingly, as he
continued his instructions.

   After a brief pause, during which he allowed himself a chance to let his
eyes roam over Kimber -(TM)s body, he continued instructing her,  -�The
collar stays on, always.  It -(TM)s not too obvious so only a few might
understand its importance, and it is isn -(TM)t so obvious that many would
perceive what it is.  A few might, but I expect it will be rare, and I
doubt Mom and Dad will figure it out.  It -(TM)s my mark of ownership for
now. -�

   Moving from the chair Maeson knelt, one knee down in front of Kimber as
he continued talking, only telling her,  -�Keep your eyes front, till I
tell you otherwise,  -� With his hands he straightened her back for
posture, and adjusted her head so it was upright, knees further apart hands
open in a classic slave pose.  As he did this he delivered instructions, 
-�When we are alone in the house you will be naked, without clothing.  That
way if I do want you, -� he told her emphasizing the  -~If -(TM),  -�you
are ready for me. -�

   As he moved her body, adjusting her head, and her knees, spreading her
body apart, exposing even more of her to his view, she felt him close to
her, his body invading her space, the scent of him strong and surrounding
her, his fresh washed body clean and refreshing.

   His order to be naked did not surprise her at all, it was almost the
minimum of what she expected, so she merely nodded  -�Yessir -� as he
continued on.

   Maeson corrected her knees and placed Kimber -(TM)s hands,  -�You will
shave, -� he told her,  -�your sex, as well as legs, and armpits.  I want
you smooth. -�

   Struggling to keep her eyes front, she tried to pick out a spot and just
stare at it.  His suggestion, no, his order, to shave made her shift around
a bit, unsure.   -�Yes Mae, erm sir -� she said, wondering what it would
feel like ...  she -(TM)d heard that girls did that ...  sometimes ...  but
was not sure why.  She hoped it would not hurt.  The skin there was sort of
sensitive.   -�Now Sir? -�

   Maeson finished with arranging Kimber and sat back down in the chair in
front of her,  -�In a moment, -� he told her a small smile playing on his
face,  -�If you have any questions, let me know and I -(TM)ll show you, -�
he explained.  Stopping to admire his sister -(TM)s beauty he regarded
Kimber, letting his eyes roam over her once again.  He wanted to do more,
but he didn -(TM)t want to rush anything.  This was a new reality for her
and really, he wanted her to settle into it.  So small tasks first, though
he did have something very  -�Secretary-ish -� for her later.   -�I know
you took a shower earlier, but I don -(TM)t see a reason to wait on getting
you situated.  The position you -(TM)re in now, remember it, eyes focused
front, head still, back straight chest out for admiration, hands and legs
out for access.  You -(TM)re beautiful Kimber. -�

   Getting up, Maeson straightened and stretched,  -�Go do your chores, and
then shave.  When you -(TM)re done bring me a hot cup of tea.  I -(TM)m
going to be downstairs working on my portfolio at my desk ...  Do you have
any questions? -� He asked.

   Kimber thought for a moment, and shook her head  -�Not right now Sir...
-�.  She did have questions, just not ones that she really wanted to ask,
or have answered right now.  As he left to go downstairs, she rose, her
thighs a bit stiff, and went to make sure the kitchen was tidied up.  While
moving around the tiled floor easily, her usual thrill of being naked in
the public portion of the house was greatly accentuated by her collar, and
by being ordered to be that way.  Checking the laundry, giggling a bit when
she realized that she might not be creating a large pile anymore, and
making a note to ask Maeson about that -- not wanting her mother to suspect
anything - unless they learn/know that she was now a full fledged nudist!

   Satisfied that all was in order, sure that he would be pleased, she
headed up to the bathroom, turning on the shower again, and making sure she
had a fresh razor on the little shelf.  Warming under the water, letting
her skin get heated up and the room to get humid and steamy, Kimber began
to attend to the rest of her instructions.  Lathering up first one leg,
then the other, and swiftly shaving each leg, all the way to her backside,
years of practice making the task almost mindless.  Repeating the task with
her underarms, she soon finished, and almost automatically started to reach
for the water faucets.  With a start, she remembered she was to shave
everywhere, and glancing down at her soft curls, realized she had a bit
more to do.

   Slower now, not quite as sure, she lathered herself well.  Swiftly
removing the upper portion of hair, she awkwardly lifted one leg up on the
small bench, and began removing the hairs from further down.  Careful not
to nick anything, she concentrated on her task, repeatedly running a finger
over her skin to check the smoothness.  The water was starting to cool a
bit as she continued her work on the other side, but soon enough she felt
like she -(TM)d removed all that she could on her own.  Anymore, and she
-(TM)d have to go get one of those special Brazilian waxes she -(TM)d read
about.

   Stepping out of the shower after turning everything off, she grabbed her
fluffy towel, and began drying herself off.  Finished, she hung up the
towel, and stood, looking at herself in the mirror for a long while, her
body looking less like herself, and more like what she was becoming ...  a
slave ...  shorn, naked, wearing a collar.

   Returning to the kitchen, she puttered around a bit waiting on the water
to heat in the special pot, thankfully they had one of the newer models,
they really heated the water fast.  Getting his favorite tea, she put it
all on a small tray along with a couple small cookies, and walked slowly,
carefully, down to the basement, standing and waiting at the doorway into
his summer room.

   Maeson had heard the water, a dubious advantage of being in the
basement, and heard Kimber moving about the house.  The thought of her
naked and wearing his collar was a distraction and he had to work twice as
hard at concentrating on his research which he did a lot of.  Most people
when they thought of investing didn -(TM)t realize how much research went
into everything.  As it was, now he had one of his computer monitor screens
playing CNN financial news reports and stock market news on the other (on
silent).  On the third computer screen, he was reading an article from the
wall street journal.  It was worth it though.  He enjoyed it really.  As a
bonus, he was finding he was really, really good at it.

    -�Come in, -� he told Kimber without getting up.  Maeson really would
like to play it totally cool, and hardly acknowledge her entry, but he just
wasn -(TM)t like that.  He had the compulsion to look over at her, to take
her all in.   -�I drink about one cup at about eleven, -� he told her, 
-�from now on, after your chores, I -(TM)m going to expect it.  Kneel here,
-� He indicated a spot next to his chair.   -�And hold my tea for me, -�

   When he bade her enter, she moved silently across the worn carpet,
coming to stand near him, kneeling when he pointed to the floor.  Holding
the tray steady, the backside of it pressed against her bare breasts, she
felt the cool wood against her skin, the thin warm carpet against her feet
as she walked.  The texture was now replaced by a nice fluffy towel under
her knees, as she worked to get into what she thought was the proper
position.

   Before he had started, Maeson had made sure there was space for her to
kneel.  As it was, he was forced to use a fluffy towel because the floor in
his bedroom was carpeted, but it was older and didn -(TM)t have much
padding left in it.  Taking care of Kimber, he didn -(TM)t want her to
scrape her knees and had entertained a fantasy where he had a plush carpet
so that would not be a problem.  Someday maybe that would be possible.

   Maeson turned away and went into a drawer, pulling out a box, and a
vibrator.  As he waited for Kimber to settle in he smiled, wondering how
she would like this first test of her day.

   She heard him moving around, getting into some drawers, but saw nothing
of note right away, staring directly ahead as she was told.  A brief
flicker of her eyes as he moved was all that she allowed before steeling
herself to do as she was instructed.

   The box was nicely rounded at the top so it didn -(TM)t have any sharp
edges.  The vibrator, was a flat gel nub, that could connect wireless by
Bluetooth to his phone.   -�Raise your bottom, and settle back down on
this, -� Maeson arranged the box, and the gel nub vibrator underneath
Kimber,  -�Maintain poise, -� he told her,  -�while distracted.  If I set
you to do something, even something simple, even if you are under duress,
maintain poise at all times.

   Kimber moved to sit on the odd rounded box, feeling her bottom forming a
solid connection with the fake leather covering.  She could tell something
was up, the pressure of the ridged surface beginning to force its way,
slightly, between her newly shorn lips.

   With Kimber -(TM)s perfect little bottom end settled on the lump, Maeson
went back to his seat, picked up the tea off the tray, and took a sip, 
-�Hrm ...  perfect, -� he sighed happily though he didn -(TM)t indicate if
he was talking about the tea, the cookie, or perhaps Kimber herself. 
Really, he was thinking of all three.  The cookies actually were not
something he asked for, but he liked that Kimber was thinking, and wasn
-(TM)t content to be some mild drone.

    -�I still have work to do, -� Maeson told her, as he took his phone out
and called up a preprogrammed routine,  -�but that doesn -(TM)t mean you
can -(TM)t start. -� Maeson hit a few buttons, grinned wickedly at Kimber,
and told her before he switched the vibrator on,  -�Don -(TM)t spill, my
tea. -�

   As she sat there, adjusting her bottom a bit, she watched as he took his
time taking a sip of tea, watching her hold the tray, before setting it
back down and turning back to his work.

   When the vibrator came on it was low, it buzzed lightly, the vibrator
inside knocking about according to the routine that Maeson had made for
her. It buzzed, it pulsed, it changed rates up and down often seeming like
Maeson was trying to surprise her.  Starting out low, the vibrator worked
its way up in intensity, often to drop back some, before continuing upward.

   His slightly ominous words did not make a lot of sense until she felt
the buzzing beneath her bottom, driving directly up into her sex.  
-~Ohmygawd! -(TM) she thought, the sensations so intense, and so out of the
blue, that she felt the tray rattle as her body reacted to the stimuli. 
Remembering his instructions, though unsure how she would ever maintain
poise with something like that going on, she tried to hold still, hold the
tray steady, and look straight ahead ...  all the while the most
distracting sensations were rotating underneath her, the vibrations
radiating outward, encompassing her whole lower body.

   She could feel herself getting wet, and she blushed, realizing that he
would be able to tell that she was dripping onto his machine box thing ...
eyes fighting to stay focused, to stay forward, she bit her lip a bit to
stifle a moan as a particular vibration seemed to reach deep inside and
stroke her, like she imagined a finger, or a penis, would touch her.

   Maeson wasn -(TM)t sure who it was hard for; was it harder for him to
concentrate on his work?  Or was it harder for Kimber to concentrate on
hers?  He was tempted to steal glances at her, and did up until he
discovered he could actually steal glances at her reflection using the
monitor.  This was something he would have to file away as a trick in his
book later.  When he did steal glances, he could see Kimber biting her
lower lip, or sometimes he could hear her trying to stifle a moan.  Already
he could smell her arousal in the room.

   Just to add to the mystique of the entire exercise, as the programed
routine ran her through her paces, he would reach for his tea, take a sip
and put it back down.  He even ate one of the cookies.  As he finished one
of the cookies, eyes still focused on the computer screen as if he was
reading he told her,  -�Just so you know, it -(TM)s considered rude by a
sub to orgasm without permission from her Dom. -�

   The longer she sat there, legs spread around that deliciously vibrating
box, the more aroused Kimber became.  Soon, it was all she could do to sit
there, upright, and hold onto the tray.  Her eyes closed as wave after wave
of pleasure washed over her.  Unwittingly, she began to slowly rock her
hips against the saddle like protrusion, feeling her body move against the
stimulating gel like nodule.  Flushed, she could feel her pulse rising, and
her shaven lips begin to make little squishy noises as she became more and
more wet.

    -�Yes sir... -� was all she said when he told her that it would be rude
to orgasm.  She blushed, thinking that she had been considering doing just
that, and as she fought to stifle the sensations, she felt like she was
losing the battle.  It was if he had planned it that way.

   In the future Maeson would also have to consider if he should train her
during his work, because this was a distraction of supreme proportions. 
Kimber was fanning his banked ember of want into a raging fire of desire.

   When he reached for his tea the third or fourth time, she felt the tray
tilt and the small plate with a cookie and some crumbs slide towards the
edge.  Quickly moving, she overcorrected slightly, jarring the plate,
making it rattle as she quiveringly held still, getting it back under
control.  Her arms were beginning to ache a bit, and she could not stop
from slowly riding against the box, trying to keep her movements hidden, or
at least minimal.

   Having watched Kimber for a while now, Maeson really wanted to watch her
orgasm, but he wasn -(TM)t ready to actually let her.  He was enjoying
watching the way her breasts were quivering, and how she was fighting the
impending orgasm.  Her hips were moving, so he knew this was getting to
her. So what he did do was help her; he straightened the tray, and looked
her in the eye,  -�Not yet, -� he simply told her a small smile on his
face.

   I was all Kimber could do to push back against the sensations, and try
to find her impending orgasm.  She was dripping, she knew that, the insane
little box was doing a number on her hidden sex, and she could not help but
writhe against it, her hips moving, pressing her sensitive parts down
against the vibrating protuberance.

   Then Maeson  -~helped -(TM) Kimber,  -�If you going to be so
distracting, I think it -(TM)s only fair that I get to be distracting as
well. -� So Maeson reached into the warm tea, dabbed his fingertips to get
them wet, and dripped the tea on the end of Kimber -(TM)s nipples.  It took
a few tries, but eventually he got his aim right and fat brown drops of tea
would fall and splash on her nipples.  Maeson would then blow lightly by
pursing his lips, just enough to tickle them to play with her nipples
without ever even touching them.  As time went on he brought his mouth
closer, so the air was stronger, and blew harder.  He was hoping to reduce
her to begging.  Then if he nudged her far enough that Kimber might put it
together that Maeson, her owner, could grant her the permission to orgasm.
Or even better if she might realize the change in their relationship and
ask for some direct help.  Both would be satisfactory.

   When her brother began to tease and torment her nipples with warm liquid
and cooling breezes of air, Kimber thought she was going to lose it.  She
looked at him, begging with her eyes, seeking permission to let go.  She
had to let go, it was all so intense.  The tray began to rattle as her body
shook from the sensation, and her arms began to tire.

    -�Please ...  sir ...  please -� was all she asked, unsure of the
protocol, but unable to not ask, her needs mounting.

   The sensations were mounting, and Kimber could not quite believe she was
doing this.  It was not only sexual, it was private, it was personal.  She
was kneeling in Maeson -(TM)s room, nude, riding some devious Sybian-like
machine, and it was making her cum.  Making her cum for his enjoyment, not
hers.  Not that she was not enjoying the sensations.  It was just so ... 
not what she had ever done, or thought of ...  at least until that movie.
If she was able to be honest with herself at this moment, she would have to
admit that she had never felt quite so alive, quite so able to please her
brother.  That, unfortunately, would require some quiet contemplation,
which was not available right now to say the least.

    -�To think, -� Maeson told her smiling deviously at her,  -�I haven
-(TM)t actually touched you yet, like this. -� Than he slid behind her
letting his clothing brush against Kimber -(TM)s body, but keeping himself
from actually touching her until he was in position.  Letting his clothes
be his caress rather than his fingers.  Once behind her, put his hands on
his sister -(TM)s hips and slid them her upward, palms cupping her curves,
upward, and upward till he was under Kimber -(TM)s arms.  His hands slid
onto her small perfect breasts.  Thumbs came forward, brushing against her
nipples once, then again.

    -�Don -(TM)t drop the tray.  Promise me that, and I will let you cum
for me. -�

   Back and forth he rolled Kimber -(TM)s nipples, tugging at them,
slightly teasing the tips of her tits with his arms up against her small
body.  Squeezing them, tugging till he released and then did it again, 
-�Cum for me Kimber, show me what you can do. -�

   When he had slid behind her, coming up close, she shivered in
anticipation.  His clothing rubbing against her, reminding her that she was
naked, nude, exposed while he was not, only made the feelings, the
sensations, more intense.

   As he cupped her breasts, teasing, touching, and began to play with her
nipples, the dual stimulation of both nipples combined with the vibrations
between her legs, sent her body into an even more rapid escalation of
arousal.

    -�Ohhhh, mmmmmm, fuuuuuh -� she moaned pressing down against the saddle
like nub, pressing her chest into his hands.  She was too far too gone to
worry about impropriety or any potential embarrassment.  She needed release
and he said she could, she should, she must.

   With a low wail, she began to buck hard against the vibrator, her wet
sex drenching the box with her freely flowing lubrication, her naked lips
sliding, opening, pressing against the ridged gel.  Her hands, clutched
tight on the tray, but as the sensations began to wash over her, the tray
began to rattle, her arms quivering.  Desperate to not drop the tray, she
pulled it tight against her chest, tilting it into her as her arms spasmed,
her body losing control.  The tea, thankfully cool, spilled against her
stomach and lower ribcage, the saucer and plate sliding towards her body,
stopping, barely, caught on the edge of the tray.

   As Kimber began to cum on command Maeson moved in closer.

    -�Good girl, -� he whispered behind her,  -�my very naughty good girl.
-�

   He couldn -(TM)t get his pelvis against hers, nor did he really want to.
As it was, she likely would have made a mess of his pants but his chest was
against her back.  He wanted to be close.  His hands still cupped her
breasts.  He pulled and tugged at her nipples all the way through her
orgasm.  As her orgasm came on, he was a little rougher giving those little
fleshy nubs a work out, mixing a little pain with the pleasure as she
reached her zenith.  As she came explosively, he pulled her nipples taut
making delightful cones of her breasts and letting them go as she tipped
over that peak.

   As her crescendo passed, Maeson became gentler, stroking Kimber -(TM)s
breasts lovingly just to eke out the remaining waves of pleasure for her, 
-�I never get tired of watching you cum, -� he said huskily in her ear as
he freed her breasts and just ran his hands over her body soothingly.

    -�Oh Kimber, -� Maeson said in a soft voice, his chest still against
her back,  -�you -(TM)ve spilled the tea. -� Maeson wasn -(TM)t really
angry, for the first time out, Kimber had done pretty well, but failure was
still failure, and he couldn -(TM)t really let it pass.  He did like the
results though.  Kimber was recovering from an orgasm and her arms where
shaking and her tummy was wet with tea.

   As she shuddered to the end, her climax leaving her, her mind again
filled a bit with the shame of being so vulnerable, so exposed.  Kimber
could feel the wet tea against her body, and she knew that she had not
quite done as he wanted.

   Reaching out from behind Kimber, he picked up the tray and took it from
her, placing it on the corner of his desk and out of the way.  Calmly with
no hint of anger, just a bit of disappointment he told her,  -�It wasn
-(TM)t bad for the first time out, but spilled tea is still spilled tea,
isn -(TM)t it? -� With the tray out of the way, he was very aware of Kimber
-(TM)s body against him, causing a little tremor in her body as the feeling
subsided.

   As he took the tray from her and chastised her, albeit not in a
harsh/mean way, she waited nervously, unsure of what he was planning.  She
could feel her thighs, sticky from her juices, sticking a bit to the
saddle/box, and as she shifted.  She could still feel the machine
vibrating,  -~though her numbed nerves did not react as much although she
did pull up and lessen the sensations.

   Maeson considered his options.  He had a tea covered Kimber, and he
needed to discipline her.  Having her hold more tea wouldn -(TM)t work. 
She already was likely exhausted and the idea was not to torture her.  This
needed to be a balance of discipline and pleasure, like how she had
succeeded and how she had failed.  That combination gave him an idea,  -�Up
on the bed, -� he ordered,  -�on your back.  Put your hands behind your
head like you are about to do a sit up. -�

   Maeson got up and went to his dresser and in the top drawer and pulled
out a length of black nylon rope and a slapper.  The slapper was six inches
long, by two inches wide and made of smooth black leather.  Holding the
rope in one hand, he came back to the bed and put the slapper down on the
nightstand.

   Tying ropes was actually something Maeson was pretty good at since his
second year at school after dating a woman who liked being tied up.  So,
using the headboard bed posts, he tied a length of the soft black nylon
rope to Kimber -(TM)s ankles.  One to each side so it left Kimber -(TM)s
legs about six inches apart, almost straight up, and back.  Maeson wanted
Kimber -(TM)s stomach and breasts exposed, as well as her bottom.   -�You
-(TM)ve tea on you, -� he commented after picking up the slapper and coming
up beside her once he had finished securing her, his head near her belly
button.   -�What do you suppose I should do about it? -� he asked her, his
voice serious but with an unmistakable coyness in his eyes that said he was
up to something.

   Watching her brother return with rope and a leather instrument, Kimber
had swallowed nervously, eyes wide, as he moved her onto the bed, telling
her how to lie down.  Arms behind her neck, she was aware of how exposed
she now was, her breasts pressing up into the air, privacy gone.  When he
took each foot, looping rope around it, and lifting each leg up and back,
spreading her wide, raising her buttocks a bit, she truly felt naked. 
Everything, and I do mean everything, was open now.  Her shaved sex wet
with her recent orgasm, flesh still throbbing, engorged with blood, was
lifted and shown to the room.  As she lay there quivering in her post
orgasmic state, her sudden contorted display began to work on her
submissive mind in a new, powerful way.  She was his to do with as he
pleased, and if that had not been clear before, it certainly was clear now.

   Shaking her head, she did not understand, and as he held that leather
thing in his hand, he was demanding an answer.   -�Clean it up?  I dunno
... Make me take a bath? -� she tried, knowing that a bath was not likely
given her current tied up position.

   The dark tea had conveniently left streaks of brown decorating Kimber
-(TM)s light skin and served as a road map.   -�In a sense, yes, -� Maeson
told her inclining his head answering her question,  -�but I also want my
tea back.  Just because you put it on your skin doesn -(TM)t mean I -(TM)m
going to give it up. -�

   Being near her stomach he lowered his head, so he was head down and
shoulders hunched, almost as if he was praying.  Opening his mouth wide and
closing it over her abdomen, he covered some of the tea stained skin.  With
exaggerated slowness he closed his mouth, tongue grazing her skin as his
bright blue eyes took in Kimber -(TM)s reaction to him sucking the tea from
her skin.

   As he broke contact he told her,  -�This is also part of the reward, you
tried to follow direction, and I am sure you did your best. -� Maeson let
his breath tickle Kimber -(TM)s skin, the heat from within him warming the
spot as he closed in again following the same movements with his tongue
sucking with his mouth, rubbing the tea free with his warm wet tongue.

   He was so close, Kimber could feel her body tingle with anticipation,
wondering, uncertain, even a bit afraid.  When he started to kiss and lick
her skin, cleaning up the spilled tea (or so he said), she gasped.  His
lips were so soft, and the sensation was intensely pleasurable.  Yet there
was a hint of something in his words, and when she felt the hard leather
rub against her skin, she shivered, for a completely different reason.

   Again, with the exaggerated slowness, Maeson let go, deliberately taking
his time, his eyes intense and always eating her up with every movement. 
Than he touched her with the slapper, the cool leather starting from Kimber
-(TM)s thigh, high and moving down to her bottom.   -�Next time I trust you
will do better, yes? -�

   Slap!

   Maeson had raised the slapper a little bit; enough to bite the skin, but
it was nowhere near the spanking he gave her before.  This was not a
beating.  The slapper was exactly that, a quick slap.  It was noise, and a
bit of sting to tantalize.  It was punishment toned down so it could be
added together, bit by bit, or spread out over an area.  The best part
though, unlike a spanking, was the anticipation.  In conjunction with his
mouth, Maeson could tease Nicki, trailing, making circles and even touching
her sex.

   Gasping aloud as the sharp crack of the slapper rapped against her taut
buttocks, she bucked hard, upwards, into his mouth, her body pressing up
against his face, his lips still open, covering her skin as he licked up
the spilled tea.

   Then...  Slap!  it would bite.

   Again, she gasped, another swat startling her, the sudden sharp pain at
odds with his soft skin.  As she quivered, quaking from the blow, she could
feel the hard leather running gently up and down her thigh, across her wet,
swollen lips, teasing at her sensitive membranes.  Then it disappeared, and
she waited, sure another blow was coming.  She almost relaxed, feeling his
lips continue to cover her soft stomach, when another couple of quick blows
jerked her back into active reaction mode.

   There wasn -(TM)t even a rhythm.  Maeson would clean several spots, then
slap her or he would slap her once, lick her clean, and slap her while he
cleaned her with his tongue.  Pleasure and pain ...  pain and pleasure. 
There was nothing fast about it, the pattern always varying and everything
was exaggerated.

   The punishment was in the teasing ...  not the sting.  Anticipation with
more anticipation piled on...

    -�Ah! -� she called out, unable to keep quiet, the sharp blows forcing
her to strain against the ropes holding her legs high, her hips and sexual
organs raised, spread open, held taut for his pleasure.

   Over and over she shivered and gasped, feeling both pleasure and pain,
and she began to again flow freely from her vaginal tissues, the
lubrication coming easily, so easily.  She was sweating now, moaning a bit
as he worked her over.  The orgasm box had made her hyper sensitive, and
every touch seemed to awaken even more sensitive nerve endings.

   Up and up, Maeson climbed with his kisses, his licking following the
trail toward her breasts.  Still Maeson didn -(TM)t keep a pattern. 
Slapping a few times, sometimes giving Kimber a chance to relax before
ambushing her again.  He could tell he was getting to her since she was
moaning again and it appeared like she was abuzz with anticipation as she
waited for each blow.

   Straining against the ropes, keeping her legs raised, her thighs taut
with tension, Kimber could feel every touch of Maeson -(TM)s hands, mouth
and leather paddle.  Being bound was totally new, and though he had left
her hands free, she struggled to keep them behind her head, obeying with
actions and not just because she was tied.  Unable to hide, to cover
herself, to protect herself from each blow, or each kiss, she could feel
every nerve so much more alive.  This is more than she had hoped for, she
knew there was something special in that relationship they watched, but she
had only imagined the loss of control, not the total submission that came
from also being physically as well as mentally bound.

   Than he reached the slope of her breast.  He made his way around the
entire base of it, his tongue leaving a wet trail behind it.  Since he
couldn -(TM)t reach her bottom he dragged the slapper over Kimber -(TM)s
wet pussy and up her tummy from clit to belly button.   -�Watch me, -� he
hissed at her before latching onto the side of her breast, her hard nipple
rubbing up against his cheek.

   Slap

   He slapped her pussy lightly and he could hear the wet sound of
excitement of leather on skin.  Extending his tongue, he trailed a
spiraling circle up the breast, around the nipple as he glued his eyes on
hers.

   Slap against her sex again, nothing more than a light slapping to tease
her.

   He grabbed at her eyes, ordering her to watch him as he toyed with the
side of her breast.  As he licked and tasted everywhere but her nipple, she
felt the slap of the paddle on her most sensitive part, her wet sex, so
recently swollen with orgasm, spasming around the short sharp strike. 
Again, a slap, again she quailed in a mini spasm, again he simply teased
her nipple, never taking it though it longed to be ravished.

   Then he opened his mouth, slowing down as he bore into her eyes, and
closed his mouth over Kimber -(TM)s nipple.  In it went, hard nub against
tongue tip, flicking as he patted her pussy at the same time.  Maeson put
suction on it, pulling, then rubbed the slapper up and down her sex, the
leather becoming coated and slick.  Pulling the nipple out he let it go
with a soft pop!

   Again, a slap and finally, he took her nipple, sucking it in hard, and
the paddle hit her again and again, rubbing up and down her re-soaked
opening, her whole body a quivering mess, waiting for whatever he was going
to do.  She knew she could not stop him, even if he got up and fucked her
long and hard, bound as she was.  She was his.  She was his.  Bound up, a
presented and ready slave.

   And then he was gone, a smile, or a smirk, turning up the corner of his
lips as he watched her, twitching, bereft of that final stimulation,
moaning as she breathed heavy, her lungs filling with air as she held tight
to the back of her head.



   Chapter 12: Continued Service

   Maeson had no intention of letting Kimber orgasm and had every intention
of leaving her a quivering mess of pleasure right on the brink of a
blissful explosion.   -�Do not, -� he ordered her firmly,  -�touch
yourself. Not for the rest of the day.  Bad girls don -(TM)t get to play
with their pussies. -� Specifically, he did not tell her she wasn -(TM)t to
orgasm.  As he figured it, there was a pleasure for both of them, if she
could figure out how to finish getting off without touching herself.  After
all he could think of several ways.  Maeson had every intention of luring
the sexual animal out of Kimber.  As it was, she was already far more
sexually confident than she was before.  She was already far more aware of
herself.

   Moving to the ropes, Maeson unbound her, taking his sweet time about it;
like moving his hands up to the rope by starting his fingers on her inner
thigh just short of touching her weeping sex, and running light fingers all
the way up to her ankles to undo them; first with the left, then with the
right.  Purposefully he was careless gathering the rope up and allowed the
rope to bump into her sex, as well as leaning forward one time far enough
that his leg came into contact with Kimber -(TM)s pussy.  He kept each
touch short, and casual.

   Held there, legs raised, tingling with need, Kimber reacted strongly to
his touch on her leg, her body welcoming, eager.  When all he did was
slowly, teasingly, untie her legs, letting them fall back down onto the
bed, she began to get a sense that his torture, his use of her, was not
over.

   Unable to touch herself, to bring herself to completion again, unless
she was willing to risk his wrath, she wondered, idly, if he meant that
only she could not touch her sex...   -~Could he?  Could that damn machine?
Or...   -~

   Kimber was a sight lying on the bed like that, spread, shaved and
totally aroused.  A serious temptation, and while he probably could have
taken her, he didn -(TM)t want to yet.  He had every intention of drawing
this out, arousal and orgasms didn -(TM)t mean she was totally ready to be
her brother -(TM)s.  When that happened, he wanted Kimber to want it just
as bad as he did, and only then would he allow it.

    -�When you think your legs are ready to move, you still have an
important chore to do, -� he pointed out wondering if she would figure it
out on her own.  Wondering what approach she might take once she did figure
it out.

   Kimber was a bit thoughtful, her need to find release combined with her
eagerness to get up and move, to hide her shame a bit, urging her to get
moving.  As she slowly sat up, blushing a bit as she realized just how wide
open she had been, she looked at him uncertainly.   -�Sorrry ...  um ... 
what other chores Sir? -�

   Maeson -(TM)s eyes ravaged his little sister.  She looked amazing, naked
with nothing but her collar and a glint in her eye that was a perfect
mixture of want and embarrassment.  This was something Maeson truly could
appreciate.  Unlike some guys, he found shyness as exciting as wantonness.
Kimber was new, and being new, that lent her a charming wonder as she
discovered new likes and new excitements.

    -�Who are you here to serve? -� Maeson asked, prompting her.  The
prompt was even, patient, and again as a new master with a new slave still
in the process of getting to know each other it wasn -(TM)t as if he
expected Kimber to make this jump.  Discovery is always best
self-discovered, and assistance just nudges.   -�What did I tell you to
wait on earlier? -�

   He figured that should be enough, and waited now standing relaxed by the
bed.  He was prepared to see what initiative Kimber would claim for
herself, if any, to carry out her duties.  How would she look to handle her
own excitement in deference to her own master -(TM)s?  Could she, would
she, meet both of their needs?  Or would she fall back on the existing
ritual made in the shower.  Maeson was curious, and waited next to the bed,
his loose clothing revealing his own excitement in the large bulge draped
with fabric.

   With a slow, dawning realization, Kimber figured out what  -~chore -(TM)
he had been talking about, at least she had an idea.  As he stood there,
his looming frame towering over her, she could see that, just like in the
shower, he was aroused.  She had sort of expected that, as part of her
duties, that she would do more than wash him in the morning, but this was
the first overt act, not cloaked in washing his body, that she was going to
do.

    -�Yes sir, sorry, I was not thinking... -� she said, trying to
apologize without appearing to grovel like a sycophant.  She moved over to
the edge of the bed, letting her feet touch the floor, as she reached
forward, hands shaking just a bit, and began to undo his shorts, the flaps
opening easily.  Reaching inside with her left hand, she felt for his hard
shaft, feeling it twitch in her hand, and pulled it upright, letting his
underwear pull down a bit.  Letting him be for a moment, she took both
hands, and grabbing both his shorts and his underwear, slid them down over
his hips, freeing his quivering cock.

   Looking up at him, she took her hands back center, and slowly stroking
him while simultaneously cupping his testicles, she watched the head turn
dark and swollen with need.  A bit of liquid was forming at the tip, and as
she ran her thumb over the slick substance, she felt him twitch in
response. Slowly, tentatively, she bent to lick at the wet tip,
experimentally, more curious than seductive.  With another look up at his
face, she slowly stroked him, letting his cock press against her cheek, and
her lips.

   Maeson watched as Kimber moved across the bed to sit naked in front of
him.  From her training this morning, and the punishment he had delivered
he was filled with energy.  He was nearly quivering as she peeled back his
clothing dropping his shorts to the floor.  Maeson was so ready for the
pleasure that Kimber could give him, and it didn -(TM)t take long before
the head of his cock was dark and wet with desire for her.  He was so hard
for just for her.

   What blew him away though was the moment that Kimber leaned forward and
extended her tongue.  His breath caught and he didn -(TM)t realize that he
had been holding it from the moment he realized she was going to touch the
head to her mouth.  From that moment, all of his attention was riveted to
her as she looked up at him, his dick alive like no other appendage. 
Against her lips, and her face it made him weak in the knees as his little
sister watched his reactions.  She was a vision and it made him groan to
watch her with his cock so near her mouth.

   It was like watching a fantasy come true, her large eyes filled with a
love that was unlike any other girlfriend he had, and he realized that it
really might be him looking at her that way.  They already had a
relationship of love, big brother and little sister, but now there was a
new facet and a new depth.  It felt naughty, and yet something so natural
that it almost felt like this sexual connection had always existed between
them; Maeson couldn -(TM)t help but feel that Kimber was in exactly the
right place under him.

   Through half lidded eyes he moaned for her, encouraging her,  -�Go on,
-� he prompted needing her to do more.

   Holding his cock steady for a moment longer, she heard him speak and
licked her lips in preparation.  Stroking a couple more times, feeling how
hard he was, she wondered if this was truly ok, was she making a mistake
that somewhere down the line she would come to regret.  Unable to think too
far in the future, and consumed with the rightness of how she felt when he
controlled her actions, or bade her to behave a certain way, she quieted
her slightly critical inner voice, and concentrated on what was in front of
her.

   Pushing back a little, and sliding to the floor, she felt more
subservient once she got her knees under her, and her buttocks resting atop
her heels.  With a renewed sense of urgency, she pulled on his prick,
lowering it towards her face, and pulled the head between her lips, kissing
it, licking it lightly, letting the thick head fill her mouth.  She had
read things, of course, and even watched x-rated clips online, but this was
the first time she had ever dared to actually kiss and lick a penis.  She
hoped she was doing okay, and judging by his reactions, she was fairly
confident she was.  Still, it was with a sense of wonder or curiosity that
she slowly savored the new sensation, letting her tongue learn the contours
of his knobby flesh, letting her mouth learn and savor the texture and
taste of his cock.

   Eyes closed, she concentrated on what she was feeling with her hands,
and her mouth.  As she lifted her mouth off and back onto the now damp
saliva covered head, she held the staff steady, making it easy to work her
thin lips over and around his flesh.

   Once again Maeson couldn -(TM)t take his eyes off his little sister.  It
felt so right when they were joined like this, two people completing each
other.  It was naughty though at the same time, like they had broken a
covenant they had always been told never to cross.  However.  on the other
side, what they were finding was a completion they could not have imagined
was there.  Had never imagined was there.  What did tug at Maeson -(TM)s
mind though, as he watched Kimber experiment with his length, was what was
going to happen at the end of the summer?

   The thought had to be dismissed though, as Kimber took him again to her
mouth, eliciting a primal groan.  It inspired once again an urge to pick
her and toss her face down on his bed.  He didn -(TM)t follow the
compulsion though, and let Kimber take care of his manhood.

   She started so tentatively that it was obvious she was experimenting. 
She tested portions of his length and lavished attention on those that she
garnered a reaction from.  The stronger his reaction, the more she gave him
attentions.  Her small tongue made such delicate motions, so teasing it
threatened to let loose his male animal upon her.

   With her attention, she had the power to control his breath, making him
hold it, making air catch in his throat, especially when her lips touched
the head or underside,  -�Oh Kimber, god how you test me, -� he groaned out
at one point giving away how much she elicited from him,  -�I -(TM)m going
to cum. -�

   Feeling him quiver and quake, obviously enjoying her tentative attempts,
made Kimber more confident, and surer of herself.  As she worked, she
pulled more of his head into her mouth, stroking his length a bit quicker,
long steady strokes sliding her thin fingers up and down his shaft.

   When he began to emit his groans of pleasure, telling her she was
testing him, she looked up, stroking his cock faster as she held her lips
against the soft, sensitive head.  Hearing him say he was going to cum, she
thought hard about what she wanted, and, opening her mouth, she let her
tongue lay flat, running against the underside of his prick, as she worked
the shaft over and over.  When the first bits shot out, she closed her
mouth, startled, and felt him continue to spray against her face, and lower
down as she backed away, suddenly unsure, scared even.  She could taste a
bit of him inside of her mouth, and as she slowly examined the substance
with her tongue, she continued to milk his prick, encouraging him to shoot
everything out ...  enjoying the warm, hot liquid as it shot against her
skin.

   She could feel his cum spraying her face and chest, making more than a
little bit of a mess, but she felt so ...  something ...  servile?  Taking
his prick and its discharge into and onto her body seemed to feel right in
a way she had not expected.  As she felt her lips and chin become covered,
she tasted the bit of cum in her mouth, curious, eventually licking at her
lip when she decided that it was more  -~odd -(TM) than it was disgusting.

   As Maeson orgasmed all over Kimber, he groaned loudly, one long,  -�Oh
yesssss... -� as he sprayed his seed upon her in pump after pump.  Semen
decorated her mouth, her chin, neck and breasts.  The anticipation had been
astounding as well at the eroticism of the act lending him that little bit
extra, which allowed him to cum so much.  His eyes still partially closed
as he regarded her below him, he noticed that her chin had droplets hanging
from it,  -�You missed some, -� he told her in a husky voice as he reached
out with a finger to scoop the errant drops of his semen in a big white
pearl.

   Scooped, Maeson didn -(TM)t wipe the drop off.  He just continued to
hold it out for Kimber a couple of inches from her mouth,  -�How was it? -�
he asked her,  -�Was this your first taste? -� He had to wonder, was this
the first time Kimber had taken a prick into her mouth?  They hadn -(TM)t
talked about it before and the question seemed like something he should
have asked.

    -�If this was your first, I am impressed -� Maeson told her, wanting
her to feel the accomplishment and to know how satisfied he really was, 
-�I -(TM)m not sure I -(TM)ve ever cum so hard in my life. -�

   Seeing his finger in front of her mouth, she looked at him, his
satisfied face, his curious look, and opened her mouth, moving up to kiss
and suck on his cum covered digit.

    -�Um, the first time ...  sorry if I was slow ...  I just ...  you know
...  never ...  I only read about it... -� she said, speaking low and soft,
quiet like, as if not wanting to disturb anyone with her words.

   Hearing him compliment her, she felt good, true, but she was already
feeling good from that odd sensation of service or  -~something -(TM).  She
could not quite put the feeling into words, but she felt more content, and
more at peace in the moment, even Zenlike, than she could remember feeling
in quite some time.

   Kimber sent a shiver up his spine as he watched her lean forward to
clean his cum off his finger with her mouth.  He felt her tongue grace the
fingertip removing the semen, and the gentle vacuum of her lips,  -�You
-(TM)re done, for now, -� Maeson told her.  When she had sucked his finger
clean he felt himself stir again but the fact was he had work to do.  While
Kimber was directly in front of him he would be to tempted to use her
again. This was all too new and exciting as any fresh relationship was, so
there was that temptation to ignore everything to pay attention just to
her.

   Helping her up by the hand, he admired her body, and the obvious effect,
or coating, that his eruption had on each her.  The mess being the silent
evidence of their sexual  -~crime -(TM).   -�I want you to head upstairs
and wash up. -� Giving Kimber a quirky little smile he confessed,  -�You
-(TM)re too much of a distraction, and I want to lavish all of my attention
on you, so be a good pet and run along.  You -(TM)ll need to take a shower
for sure, but before you wash it all off, I want you to rub me into your
skin.  All of it.  Not a single drop is to be missed.  When I orgasm, it
-(TM)s my reward to you, don -(TM)t waste it.  Once it -(TM)s gone you can
actually wash up, also...  , -� he held up a finger to make the point, 
-�remember no orgasms for you.  You can touch yourself all you want; in
fact, I encourage it, but no cumming for you until I say so. -�

   She stood for a moment, as he helped her up, instructing her, letting
her know his wishes.  She smiled when he called her a distraction, it
actually made her feel good.  She was eager to take a shower, and his
demand that she not  -~waste -(TM) his sperm was not that egregious of a
request.  after all, it did feel good when it fell on her.  As she turned
to go upstairs, she ran one hand over her cheek and chin, smoothing the
sticky substance, eventually dropping her hand onto a portion of her
stomach that was free of his cum, and spreading the semen around a bit.

   Maeson reached down, pulled his shorts up, and replaced the fasteners, a
small satisfied smile on his face.  He had enjoyed that, and wished he didn
-(TM)t have to send her away.   -�With that done, come back down, clean up
here.  Do you understand? -�

    -�Yes, I understand, sir -� she said, blushing a bit for some reason.
The fact that he was redressing reinforced her own vulnerability.

   With her assent, he leaned forward and kissed her on the lips as a lover
might, and a small happy hum escaped his lips.  If there was one thing that
would be hard to deny, it -(TM)s that at this point they were certainly a
couple now,  -�Run along now. -�

   Looking around the house carefully, not really wanting to risk running
into her parents if either had come home unexpectedly, Kimber made her way
to the bathroom, leaving the door open as she stood in front of the mirror,
and carefully found every last bit of his cum, and worked it into her skin.
As it dried over her cheeks, and chin, she felt her skin tightening, the
cum drying and caking her soft skin just a bit.  She watched herself
spreading his stuff around, her mirror self seeming to move on autopilot as
she watched herself watch herself.  Finally satisfied she had it all, she
turned on the shower, stopping to sit and pee while she waited for the
water to get warm.  Careful to just barely touch her hyper sensitive sex
when she dried off.

   She would have to be very, very careful in the shower...

   More than a few minutes later, she returned downstairs, her hair still
damp, walking with patience, not making a sound, she waited in his doorway,
quiet - lest she disturb him.

   Maeson was already focused back on his work.  All three computer screens
were open again, one to website he used for trading, another to a ticker,
the last to the current research he was doing which happened in this case
to be an article on a company he was considering investing in.  On a slab
of paper, he had scribbles, and math formulas.  His predictions for the
outcomes of his investments.  Things were going well, very well, and not
just with Kimber.

   A small whisper of movement let him know that Kimber had come back, and
she was lurking outside his door waiting for the chance to come in to
clean. Without turning he told Kimber,  -�Go ahead and come in, clean up.
Take the tray away, and clean off the toy.  You can put it, along with the
ropes and slapper, in the top drawer of the cabinet. -� Confident that she
would do as she was told, Maeson turned his attention back to his work.

   Over the next week things progressed in a similar fashion.  Maeson went
for a run, or worked out on his father -(TM)s weight room, Kimber washed
him, and then he took her downstairs to start his work, and she held the
tray with tea.  Each day he tested to see how far she could go holding it
while she sat on the buzzing vibrator, insisting that she stay as quiet and
still as possible.  For variation, he sometimes used the slapper on her,
choosing choice parts to give the leather -(TM)s attentions to, although
her ass was always his favorite.  Each day he insisted that she hold her
orgasm until he released her.

   When she was finished with her machine induced torture, he used her
mouth, making Kimber do most of the work.  When he orgasmed he always made
her rub it in and if any drops were spilled Kimber had to use her mouth to
clean it up.  Orgasms for her became prohibited without his express
permission.  After cleaning up, Maeson sent her off naked to do her house
chores.  Clothing was never allowed unless they went out, or the parents
were due home.

   On the seventh day Maeson added a twist, and he told her after her
shower to come downstairs before doing her morning tidying.

   When Kimber got down stairs, Maeson was at his desk working, but there
was a metal bar laid across the bed.  The bar was black, metal with a
collar, and two wrist restraints at either end.   -�Kneel, and wait for me,
-� he told her without looking up from his computer.  Making her wait for
about five minutes, Maeson finally turned around and looked at her.   -�I
think you need a new challenge, -� he informed her,  -�so I took some
inspiration from Secretary, and got this, -� reaching over, Maeson picked
up the bar and held it out.   -�Do you remember this? -� he asked her.

   Kimber knelt on the small towel, quiet as a mouse, very curious as to
why he was changing the routine.  Normally, she would be down here, tray
and hand, likely sitting on that insane machine already, but he had simply
told her to come in and wait.  She saw the new item on the bed, and she
recognized, and she got a little nervous, worried even.  This could be
difficult, she thought, or even painful.

   The days had seemed to go by in a pleasant daze, their routine only
broken by the weekend, having parents around while sitting on a buzzing
vibrating machine in her brother -(TM)s room, completely naked, would be
hard to explain.  She had begun to feel horribly overdressed on the
weekends, and had taken to wearing briefer and briefer shorts and thin
tops, eliciting a look from her mother, but nary a word of reproach ... 
though she thought she saw her father do a double take on Sunday, when she
came down sans brassiere.

   Even though he no longer wanted a  -~complete -(TM) wash in the shower,
she knew that he always wanted something after he worked for a while, and
she began to look forward to the torture and the release.  Each day, she
was more comfortable taking his shaft into her mouth, and she thought she
actually would be able to swallow most, if not all of his cum if it was not
so fun to rub it all over and into her skin.

   The past weekend had been especially torturous.  She was careful to
maintain her toilette, shaving carefully every other morning.  But without
the release of the downstairs, she was quite agitated for most of Sunday.
She even got a bit snappish, complaining of cramps when everyone looked at
her funny.

    -�Yes, sir, I remember -� she answered, her eyes still on the bar,
looking around and not seeing anything else ...  He had not brought out
what she had started to call  -~the saddle -(TM) yet.

   Maeson turned the bar over, and around letting Kimber get a good look at
it,  -�I liked the restraints in the movie, and I couldn -(TM)t help but
think that perhaps the idea might work well here. -� Which was true, but it
wasn -(TM)t everything he had in mind for her today.  Kimber looked
nervous, or hesitant.  The look she gave the restraint certainly wasn
-(TM)t a willing embrace.

    -�What -(TM)s the matter pet? -� He prompted her as he put it into his
lap and started getting the arm bar ready for use.  Undoing the leather
straps at either end he pulled them apart widening them so they would fit
over Kimber -(TM)s wrists,  -�you look like you -(TM)re uncertain, are you
uncertain? -�

   In some ways Maeson was hoping that Kimber was uncertain.  The idea of
her walking bare through the house, putting up with the difficulties of
figuring out how to get her chores done was interesting, but it was only
part of the way he intended to tease her today.  He wanted her on edge.

   Kimber nodded her head, just a little, not sure if she should really
tell him her concern.   -�It -(TM)s ok, um, just thought it looked kinda
heavy ...  and I was really trying to imagine making tea ...  that -(TM)s
all ...  and if my arms would hurt being held up and apart ...  I guess...
-�

   She was in unfamiliar territory, and she was not balking, just
uncertain, looking straight ahead as he liked, but unable to not notice and
see him begin to mess with the instrument.

   His sister -(TM)s concern was a valid one, and considering it might be
heavy for someone of her stature, but the arm bar was also made for a woman
her size; the wrist restraints were just too small for a guy.  Nodding he
made a thoughtful clicking sound,  -�A reasonable observation, -� he
agreed. However, that wasn -(TM)t going to keep Kimber from wearing it, so
he set about putting it on her by ordering her arms up.

    -�Tell you what, this is what I am going to do, -� Maeson told her as
he fit it to her neck, and in turn the wrist restraints,  -�Two hours.  If
you wear it for that long and do all of your chores aside from taking care
of me, I -(TM)ll consider it fair.  You may ask me to release you early,
and I will, but for each half hour you don -(TM)t wear the bar.  I -(TM)ll
come up with a punishment.  For each half hour you go beyond two hours,
well, then I will reward you. -�

   Lifting her arms up when ordered to, Kimber swallowed, nervous a little,
not really scared.  This was just a solid foray into the more concrete
examples of the life she said she wanted.  The machine had been one thing,
mostly something to impress upon her his control over her sexuality.  Now,
it was overt physical control.

   Holding her hands steady, she heard the clink of the cuffs, thankfully
padded, as he hooked her to the bar, pressing the length of it against the
back of her neck as he hooked up her other hand.

   Arms raised, and not clothed like the actress in the movie, Kimber could
feel her whole body opening up, displaying her chest, her breasts to every
gaze.  Thankfully (?) it was only her brother that was seeing her like
this.

   She nodded, listening to his instructions.   -~Two hours ...  I can do
that ...  right -� she thought, still struggling in her mind with making
his tea, the tray was definitely out.  Maybe that thermos ...  it has a
strap.   -~

   As Maeson finished settling Kimber in the restraints he turned her
around to face him guiding her by using the bar.  He wore a small smile, a
sneaky smirk that he had a hard time keeping from his face when he thought
he was being clever,  -�Now, -� he told her pulling out a pink bulb with a
long end,  -�I think that alone is too easy.  So spread your legs. -�

   She stopped her musings as he turned her around to face him, and odd
look on his face.  She looked at his new object, a bright pink insertable
vibrator, and felt a tingle of wetness flush through her sex.  He seemed to
enjoy making her aroused, and she had no doubt this toy would make her
tasks very difficult, if somewhat enjoyable.

    -�As you wish ...  sir -� she said, moving one foot apart from the
other, arms raised, looking down at her shaven smooth pubis through the
shallow valley of her breasts.  She held her breath, waiting, curious and
excited, and flushing with shame as she could feel her own wetness making
its presence known.  He would think she was a shameless slut for reacting
so, she just knew it.

   As Kimber did as he ordered, parting her legs without comment, he got
out a small bottle of lubricant and coated the object,  -�This is a
vibrator, and it has a remote control that vibrates to music.  It -(TM)s
going to happily buzz its way along inside of you, sometimes strong,
sometimes just weak depending on the music we put on.  You, my dear sister,
from what I know about what makes you purr, are going to enjoy almost all
of it, but it will make things more of a challenge, yes? -�

   Almost as if he was reading her mind, Maeson asked,  -�Why do you go wet
every time I play with you? -� Putting his hand on her bare sex he began
moving his fingers, working her labia and spreading the wetness, his
fingers dabbling at her entrance to coax her wider.   -�You also blush as
well I -(TM)ve noticed, -� he commented standing now so close to her.  
-�So are you -(TM)re turned on by me Kiki?  Is it the fact that I am your
brother that makes you so wet, or is it what I do to you? -� He asked using
her pet name.

   She was sure if she could get any redder in the face, she would.  He was
drawing attention to just how wet she was as she stood there, arms raised,
stretched out, legs apart, letting him look and touch wherever he liked.  
-~Of COURSE I am wet! -(TM) she thought.

   She could feel another wave of heat rush through her as he asked if she
was turned on by him or the situation.  She could not lie.  She was
standing there practically dripping onto the carpet.   -�I don -(TM)t know
...  um ...  Sir, I think ...  both? -� She knew that while he was nice to
look at it, it was not just his looks, it was his aura of command.  The way
he could just make her do things, matter of fact like ...  as if it was his
due.  Not only did it make her feel safe and taken care of, it truly did
turn her on, at least when she was exposed like she was now.

   The question had been genuine, but admittedly Maeson also enjoyed Kimber
-(TM)s embarrassment.  She was so hot when she got turned on despite
knowing that she shouldn -(TM)t.  She was discovering that she was turned
on by darker sexual thoughts and the depravity of it.  He hadn -(TM)t been
this direct before, but previously he hadn -(TM)t collared her before
either.  Kimber hadn -(TM)t been his yet.  Now she was his by her own
choice before, so perhaps it was time to cross that line with her.  He wasn
-(TM)t going to take her yet, that he was saving for someday special and
this wasn -(TM)t it.

   Maeson, deciding she was wet enough, placed the egg up against her sex
and started rubbing it back and forth.  It was warm from his hands, and he
used it to slowly spread her open further, working the device, the
instrument of her temptation, into her body,

   His hands were on her sex now, where he had not been since that first
day, and her knees almost buckled at this first soft touch.  His fingers,
as he delved deeper, spreading her lips, spreading her lubrication, seemed
to light a fire within her.  A brush fire that rushed through her body with
intensity and speed.

   HIs fingers seemingly satisfied, the pink egg shaped thing pressing
against her now, demanding entrance, forced her to gasp a little as it slid
slowly inside of her.  Squeezing her muscles tight, she could feel it,
filling her slightly, an odd sort of fluttery feeling as her muscles
adjusted to the intruder.  She found that it easily stayed in place, at
least as she stood there, though if it was going to torture her like the
saddle it, she wondered how long it would stay.

   Blushing deeper, she squeezed herself against the egged shape, and let a
small  -�Oh! -� escape her lips as she stood, spread apart in so many ways
-- arms, legs, lips...

   As Maeson worked the vibrator into Kimber and made sure it was well
situated by moving it about, in turn earning a nice gasp from his sister,
he continued chatting with her,  -�So it isn -(TM)t just me then, hrmm...
-� he repeated.   -�So, Kiki, if some other good looking guy had stumbled
upon your hidden nature, if they had gone all alpha male on you and claimed
you for themselves, you might be just as excited? -� Maeson was teasing her
but I did bring up interesting possibilities, and made for a possible
interesting confession.  Could his little sister just be that much of a
submissive?  He wasn -(TM)t sure he wanted to share her, but in the right
situation perhaps they might be able to play in front of another, and that
was a truly fascinating idea.

   With the vibrator tucked away inside of his sister he pulled her closer,
his strong arm closing about her narrow waist and pulled her against him. 
-�Well I hope you don -(TM)t get any ideas Kimber, you belong to me, and I
certainly am not interested in sharing you right now, -� he told her
teasing her further by adding that little  -~right now -(TM) at the end. 
Then he kissed her, long and slow as he brought his hand up, putting it in
the small of her back to bring her closer as his tongue danced across her
lips, and he took her mouth with his tongue.

   As he finished, he let her go and swatted her on the butt to send her on
her way,  -�Tea first, then onto your other chores. -�