Kylie Hayward
"I am," said the brown-haired daughter of the jewelry shop owner. She wore a pink t-shirt with a unicorn on it and a pair of blue jeans. I had hope when I saw how cute her top was, and she had that symbol of innocence.
"That's so wonderful," I said and placed my wooden chest on the glass counter. Beneath were engagement rings of so many types. I was here on a special mission from my Master-Big Brother. I had Tabitha with me. My best friend and fellow maid was perfect for this mission.
Mainly because she was my BFF!
I had four more garters left. I opened the case and Heather shuddered. Her father, Mr. Goldsmith, blinked. He had black hair and wore a yarmulke. I'd never met anyone who wore a Jewish prayer cap in real life. Just in movies.
It was neat.
"So, I need to do a hymen check on you," I said. "Hayward Manor business. So, uh, what's your name?"
"Heather," the girl said, her eyes staring at the four white garters that were in the case.
"Well, Heather, you just come on around the table and let me see what you have. Isn't that just such a wonderful thing? We're going to make sure that you're perfect for our Master."
"He's so wonderful," said Tabitha. "But we need to have only virgins to take care of him. It's a big responsibility to watch over his needs. Whatever he wants, you have to be ready to provide it for him."
"I can do it," Heather said, moving around from behind her counter. "Right, Dad."
"That's right," he said, stroking at his beard as he watched his daughter unsnapping her jeans as she came up beside us. This was a special day for any girl. To be chosen to wear a white garter was important. It required only the purest of girls. The others could pick sluts and whores and married women, but I didn't think that was right.
Master Big Brother deserved girls who had never been with any man. He should be their first. That was the only way this should work. It made perfect sense to me. I hoped Heather was a virgin. She claimed to be one.
Good sign.
But you never knew when there was a whore who just lied to get a garter. I mean, I would do anything to be owned by Master-Big Brother. Why, in the beginning, I... I... Memories from the first day we arrived at the manor washed through me.
Okay, I was an idiot who thought it was weird that this was all happening. I resisted the magic, but that was because I was a Hayward by birth. I had the same blood as my brother. But normal girls wanted it. They had no choice. The magic was so powerful.
Heather had her fly open. I thrust my hand into it and slid into the pink panties that peeked out. I slid through a nice, trimmed bush to find her pussy lips. She was juicy, but who wouldn't be with the prospect of being my big brother's?
Lance was amazing.
I stroked her pussy lips, her father watching on anxiously. He wanted her to be chosen. Such a good dad. I parted her pussy lips and found her hymen. That little membrane, with a hole my finger could almost fit through, was proof of her purity.
"You're a virgin!" I said as I ripped my hand out.
"So that means...?" There was such hope in her hazel eyes. She bounced in place, her jeans slipping off her hips and falling to her mid-thighs. Her pink panties had a cute, white bow on the front. Adorable.
"Yep!" I said and grabbed a white garter. "Mr. Goldsmith, your daughter is maid material. So..." I grabbed a white garter out of my case and held it to Heather.
She shuddered at the sight of it and shoved her jeans down her legs while kicking off her white tennis shoes. She wore a pair of pink socks with a frill of white lace. Ooh, everything she had was so adorable. I loved it.
She stepped out of her jeans before she hopped on one foot than the other to peel off her socks. Maids could only wear official Hayward Manor uniforms. She dropped her socks before she peeled off her t-shirt. She had round boobs that her pink bra held. Trimmed in white lace, it was cute. It was a shame it wasn't an approved uniform.
She reached behind her and unhooked it. Her proud daddy watched on, beaming as his daughter unveiled her round boobs. They were perky tits with pink nipples that looked so suckable. Master Big Brother would love her. My pussy was growing so wet. Tabitha wiggled her hips, watching on with delight.
Heather shoved off her panties last. She rolled those pink delights off her hips revealing a trimmed, brown bush that dripped with her pussy juices. She bent over, her boobies swinging back and forth. She stepped out of her panties.
I dropped to my knees. Heather thrust out her left leg, saying, "I'm so happy, Dad!"
"Me, too, Heather," said Mr. Goldsmith. "Your mother would have been so proud of you."
The daughter beamed at those words as I slipped the white garter over her foot. I slid the lacy band up her calf, past her knee, and around her thigh. I left it there, gripping her leg. She shuddered as she officially became a maid of Hayward Manor.
"Master Lance owns me," she said with awe and pride.
"That's right," I said and stood. I leaned against the counter and spread my legs. "And as your first official act as a maid of Hayward Manor, you will eat my pussy!"
"Yes, Kylie," she said. "I'd love that!"
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