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When Olivia woke the next morning, she felt the lingering soreness from the previous night's punishment. She stretched, her muscles protesting the movement, and slowly made her way downstairs. As she entered the living room, she was greeted by an unexpected sight.

A young woman in a pristine maid uniform was diligently cleaning the room, her movements graceful and efficient.

She was a vision of delicate beauty, her auburn hair cascading in soft waves down her back, catching the light and giving off a warm, fiery glow.

Her porcelain skin was flawless, a canvas that highlighted the rich hue of her hair and the soft pink blush on her cheeks.

Her large, doe-like eyes were a captivating shade of emerald green, framed by long, dark lashes that fluttered innocently with every blink.

Tessa's lips were full and naturally rosy, always seeming to rest in a gentle smile that spoke of her willingness to please and serve.

Every movement she made was graceful and deliberate, a testament to her well-trained submissive nature.

Her posture was perfect, with her shoulders back and head slightly bowed, exuding an aura of quiet obedience.

Her uniform fit her like a glove, the crisp white apron and black dress accentuating her slender waist and the gentle curve of her hips.

There was a vulnerability in her gaze, a look that invited protection and care, yet beneath it lay a quiet strength and resilience.

Olivia paused, confusion and curiosity warring within her. This was new. Someone else? Was she not good enough?

The maid glanced up, her eyes meeting Olivia's with a warm, submissive smile. "Good morning, Miss Olivia," she greeted, her voice soft and respectful. "My name is Tessa. I am here to assist Mistress Jessica with the household duties."

Olivia's initial confusion quickly turned to a pang of jealousy. Tessa moved with an ease and precision that made Olivia's own efforts seem clumsy by comparison. She watched as Tessa expertly attended to the apartment, every movement fluid and practiced.

"Who are you?" Olivia asked, trying to keep the irritation out of her voice.

Tessa straightened, her smile unwavering. "I am Mistress Jessica's new maid. She thought it would be beneficial to have someone help with the chores, so you can focus more on your training and responsibilities."

Olivia felt a knot form in her stomach. She had prided herself on her role and the attention she received from Jessica. The introduction of Tessa, with her perfect demeanor and flawless execution, felt like an intrusion.

Jessica entered the room, her presence immediately commanding attention. "Good morning, Princess," she said, her tone pleasant but authoritative. "I see you've met Tessa."

Olivia nodded, trying to mask her jealousy. "Yes, Mistress. I didn't know we were getting another maid."

Jessica's smile was knowing, as if she could see right through Olivia's fa?ade. "Tessa is here to help you, Olivia. Her presence does not diminish your value to me. In fact, she is here to set an example of the level of obedience and efficiency I expect."

Tessa's eyes flicked to Olivia, a hint of understanding in her gaze. "I am here to serve both you and Mistress Jessica, Miss Olivia," she said softly. "If there is anything I can do to assist you, please let me know."

Olivia forced a smile, feeling a surge of resentment she couldn't quite suppress. "Thank you, Tessa."

Jessica's gaze was sharp, but she said nothing more, leaving the room with an air of satisfaction. Olivia watched her go, feeling a mix of emotions churning within her. The arrival of Tessa was a challenge, a test of her own submission and dedication--a test she was sure to lose. And as she stood there, watching Tessa continue her flawless work, Olivia knew she would have no chance.

As Tessa moved gracefully around the room, Olivia couldn't shake the knot of jealousy tightening in her chest.

"So, Tessa," Olivia began, her voice trying to maintain an air of casual curiosity, "how did you end up working for Jessica? How are you so good at this?"

Tessa paused her cleaning and turned to face Olivia, her emerald eyes wide and earnest.

"Oh, I had a really good teacher and had a lot of training. Westbridge is full of good teachers, if you know where to look," she explained with a gentle smile.

"I was looking for a place where I could serve and be useful, and Mistress Jessica offered me this wonderful opportunity. I'm so happy to be here and help in any way I can."

Olivia narrowed her eyes slightly, trying to gauge if there was any hidden motive behind Tessa's innocent demeanor. "And you don't know anything about me or why you're really here?"

Tessa shook her head, her auburn waves shimmering in the soft light.

"No, Miss Olivia. Mistress Jessica didn't tell me much, just that you might need some assistance with the household duties so you could focus more on your own teachings. I hope I can be of help to you." Her voice was sincere, and there was no hint of deceit in her expression.

Feeling a bit frustrated, Olivia pressed on. "And you're okay with that? Just jumping into a situation without knowing all the details?"

Tessa's smile remained, her eyes radiating warmth and innocence. "Yes, I'm okay with that. I trust my teacher, who trusts Mistress Jessica. I've met Mistress Jessica before, and while I don't want to brag, I may have inspired a new streak in her."

She winked. Tessa had turned Jessica into a dom? She was that good of a submissive that Jessica wanted her own? Tessa was to blame for her submission, her humiliation? Part of her wanted to thank her, to kiss her, but more of her felt hurt, attacked.

"Plus, I'm really looking forward to getting to know you better, Miss Olivia. It seems like we could become great friends and support each other."

"Well, we'll see about that," Olivia muttered, trying to hide her irritation. "Just don't get in my way, okay?"

Tessa nodded eagerly, her smile unwavering. "Of course, Miss Olivia. I'm here to help and support. If there's anything you need or any way I can make things easier for you, please let me know."