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The morning sun filtered through the curtains as Olivia's alarm buzzed softly beside her bed. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and quickly rose, determined to start her duties an hour before Jessica woke up. Dressing quietly, she slipped into her maid uniform and tiptoed out of her room, the apartment still shrouded in the early morning hush.

Olivia worked diligently, moving through the tasks Jessica had assigned her.

She vacuumed the living room, dusted the furniture, and meticulously cleaned the kitchen.

By the time she finished, the apartment gleamed with a pristine cleanliness, but she still had to double, then triple check everything, ensuring perfection to the best of her ability.

She then prepared Jessica's morning coffee, ensuring it was exactly how she liked it: strong, with a hint of cream and a touch of sugar and cinnamon.

As the clock struck eight, Olivia heard Jessica stirring in her room.

She quickly placed the coffee on a tray and made her way to Jessica's bedroom. She knocked gently and entered, her heart pounding with anticipation. Jessica sat up in bed, her eyes still heavy with sleep but quickly sharpening as she took in the sight of Olivia with her coffee.

"Good morning, Mistress," Olivia said softly, offering the tray with a slight bow.

Jessica's eyes sparkled with approval as she took the coffee. "Good morning, Princess," she replied, her voice warm with satisfaction. She took a sip and smiled. "This coffee is exactly how I like it. Well done."

Olivia's heart swelled with pride at Jessica's praise. "Thank you, Mistress," she replied, a smile spreading across her face.

As the morning progressed, Olivia focused intently on her tasks, her movements careful and deliberate. She dusted, polished, and tidied each room, even if she thought they were perfectly clean, her mind singularly focused on meeting Jessica's exacting standards.

In the midst of cleaning the dining room, Olivia accidentally knocked over a delicate vase, the sound of shattering porcelain echoing through the apartment. Her heart plummeted as she looked at the broken pieces on the floor. Jessica appeared in the doorway, her eyes narrowing at the sight.

"Princess," Jessica's voice was cold and stern, "you've made a mess. Come here."

Olivia approached Jessica with her head bowed, her hands trembling. "I'm sorry, Mistress," she whispered, her voice thick with fear and shame.

Jessica's expression was unforgiving. "Kneel," she commanded, pointing to a spot on the floor. Olivia obeyed immediately, sinking to her knees, her body tense with anxiety. Jessica's gaze lingered on her for a moment before she turned and walked away, leaving Olivia alone.

Minutes turned into hours, the silence of the apartment pressing down on Olivia as she remained on her knees. Her knees ached from the hard floor, her body growing more fatigued with each passing minute. She dared not move, fearing further punishment.

Olivia's mind raced, for she had nothing else to do. She desperately wanted to please Jessica, to prove her worth and dedication, but the physical strain and the unrelenting pleasure made it difficult to maintain her composure. Time seemed to stretch endlessly, each second a reminder of her mistake and her submission.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jessica returned. She stood before Olivia, her eyes cold and assessing. "Stand," she commanded. Olivia struggled to her feet, her legs shaky and unsteady. She looked at Jessica, her eyes pleading for forgiveness.

Jessica's expression softened slightly, a hint of satisfaction in her eyes. "You've learned your lesson, Princess," she said, her voice curling with a selfish satisfaction, commanding and teasing at the same time, hinting at something coming next. "This was the beginning of the punishment. There will be more tonight. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," Olivia replied, her voice a mere whisper.

"Good." Jessica's smile turned slightly mischievous. "Now, I have a special outfit prepared for you today. It's on the bed. Change into it immediately." Olivia's stomach fluttered with nerves as she went into the bedroom, taking in the outfit Jessica had laid out. The dress was exceptionally revealing, made of sheer, delicate fabric that left little to the imagination. Beside it was a pair of panties—vibrating panties, she realized with a jolt.

Olivia's hands trembled slightly as she undressed and slipped into the new outfit. The dress clung to her curves, the sheer fabric accentuating every line of her body. The vibrating panties fit snugly, threatening at any moment to burn into her, all at Jessica's whim.

She took a deep breath and turned to face Jessica, her cheeks burning.

Jessica's eyes roamed over Olivia's body, her smile widening with approval.

"You look stunning, Princess," she said, her voice a seductive purr.

"Absolutely perfect. But there's more to this than just looking good. You'll be wearing those panties all day, and I expect you to maintain your composure, no matter what."

Olivia's heart raced as Jessica picked up a small remote and pressed a button. A low hum filled the room, and Olivia gasped as the panties sprang to life, sending gentle vibrations through her most sensitive areas. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and torture that made her knees weak.

Jessica stood and approached Olivia, her eyes glinting with wicked delight.

She trailed a finger down Olivia's cheek, her touch sending shivers through her already sensitized body. "Remember last night, Princess?" she whispered, her breath hot against Olivia's ear.

"I do. Serve me, please me, and keep your composure. Understood?"

"Y-yes, Mistress," Olivia stammered, her voice trembling with arousal.

Jessica announced that they would be going to the mall. Olivia's heart raced with a mix of excitement and dread. The drive to the mall was tense, Jessica's silence a reminder of the power she held.

Upon arriving, Jessica led Olivia into an upscale boutique, the kind where the sales assistants were polished and the price tags were hidden.

The store was busy, filled with shoppers browsing through racks of expensive clothes.

Jessica stopped near the entrance and handed Olivia her phone.

"I'll be watching," she said, her voice low and commanding. "Follow my instructions, and remember, any mistake will be punished."

Olivia nodded, her hands trembling as she took the phone. Jessica disappeared among the racks of clothing, leaving Olivia alone. A moment later, the phone buzzed with a new message from Jessica. There's a man outside. Ask for help with a dress. You know what to do, Princess.

Olivia swallowed hard, her eyes scanning the store for a potential target.

She spotted a young man standing near the fitting rooms, waiting while his girlfriend tried on clothes.

He was attractive, with a casual confidence that made Olivia's heart race. She approached him, her steps hesitant but determined.

"Excuse me," Olivia said, her voice soft and sweet. "Could you help me with something? I'm having trouble zipping up this dress."

The man looked surprised but nodded.

"Sure, no problem." He followed her to the fitting room, where Olivia handed him the dress.

She slipped into the fitting room and quickly changed into the dress, the vibrating panties suddenly sending constant waves of pleasure through her body, waves she had to hide as best as she could.

She stepped out, her back to the man. "It's a little tight," she said, voice trembling slightly.

The man hesitated for a moment, then slowly zipped up the dress. His fingers brushed against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Olivia's phone buzzed again with a new message from Jessica. Tease him. Please him. Make him want you.

Olivia took a deep breath, turning to face the man with a seductive smile, leaning forward just slightly.

"Thank you," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. She let her fingers graze his arm, her touch light and teasing. "You're very kind. It's hard to find such a gentleman these days."

The man's eyes widened slightly, and he glanced around nervously. "Uh, thanks," he muttered, clearly flustered by her attention. Olivia stepped closer, her body brushing against his, the vibrations from the panties spurring her movements to be more sensual and deliberate.

"Do you think this dress looks good on me?" she asked, her voice low and intimate. She turned slightly, the hem of the dress lifting to reveal a glimpse of her upper thighs. The man's breath hitched, his eyes locked on her.

"Yeah, it looks really good," he replied, his voice strained.

Olivia leaned in, her lips close to his ear. "Would you like to see more?" she whispered, her heart pounding. She could feel the tension between them, the charged atmosphere making her head spin. The phone buzzed again. Keep going. More.

She pressed her body against his, her hands sliding up his chest. "I could use a little more help," she murmured, her fingers playing with the collar of his shirt. The man's breathing grew heavier, his eyes darkening with desire.

Suddenly, the phone buzzed again, and Olivia glanced down. Stop. Now. She stepped back, her cheeks flushed and her body trembling with the effort of controlling her own arousal. The man looked both disappointed and relieved, his confusion evident.

The vibrating panties were still on, amplifying every sensation, every movement. Olivia saw out of the corner of her eye Jessica, quietly pulling the curtain open, then slinking away nonchalantly.

Just as Jessica disappeared from sight, a different girl came into view. She froze in her tracks, her eyes widening with shock and fury as she took in the scene before her. The atmosphere suddenly charged, the air thick with unspoken tension.

"Eric? What the hell is going on here?" she demanded, her voice sharp and accusatory. She stormed over, her gaze flickering between Olivia and who Olivia quickly recognized as her boyfriend with a mixture of anger and disbelief. "Who is this? What were you doing?"

The man, Eric, stepped back, his face pale and eyes wide with panic. "It's not what it looks like, I swear," he stammered, raising his hands defensively. "She just needed help with the dress, and I was just..."

"Just what?!" the girlfriend interrupted, her voice rising. "Just standing here ogling her while I was gone?" She turned her fiery gaze on Olivia, her eyes narrowing with suspicion and rage. "And you," she spat, "what kind of woman does this? Have you no shame?"

Olivia felt her cheeks burn with a mix of humiliation and guilt.

She opened her mouth to explain, but no words came out.

The vibrating panties pulsed harder, faster, making it difficult to focus on anything but the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.

She could feel the weight of the girlfriend's anger and the man's embarrassment pressing down on her, amplifying her own sense of shame and the pleasure that build from underneath.

The girlfriend grabbed Eric's arm and yanked him away, shooting Olivia one last venomous glare. "Come on," she hissed, dragging him out of the fitting room. "We're leaving. We are so done, I cannot believe you, what were you thinking?" As they disappeared into the crowd, Olivia was left standing alone, the curtain still open, exposed and vulnerable.

As Olivia stood there, her heart pounding and her cheeks burning with shame, she felt a whirlwind of emotions.

She quickly changed back into her clothes, the sensation of the vibrating panties still a constant, maddening presence.

The fitting room curtain felt like a flimsy barrier against the world outside, and her thoughts were a chaotic mess of embarrassment, guilt, and a strange, lingering arousal.

Once she was dressed, she found Jessica waiting for her just outside the fitting rooms, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. Olivia approached her, struggling to find the right words to express the turmoil inside her.

Jessica waited for a moment, testing her, but Olivia waited. Don't speak until spoken to.

"Speak."

"Mistress," Olivia began, her voice trembling, "what just happened... it was so humiliating. I don't know if I can handle this. The girlfriend... she was so angry."

Jessica's smile didn't waver. "And why do you think that is, Princess?" she asked, her tone almost amused.

Olivia hesitated, her mind racing. "Because... because it looked like I was trying to seduce her boyfriend," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean for it to go that far."

Jessica stepped closer, her eyes boring into Olivia's. "It went exactly as I intended," she said, her voice firm and unyielding. "I asked you to do it, and therefore, it's my responsibility. Your role is to obey, to follow my instructions without question. You don't get an opinion beyond that. Do you understand?"

Olivia swallowed hard, the weight of Jessica's words sinking in. "Yes, Mistress," she replied, her voice shaking. "I understand."