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Olivia observed Tessa with keen interest as she meticulously tended to the entire household's needs, including Jessica's laundry, without being asked.

Each garment was handled with the utmost care, folded with precision, and placed in neat stacks.

The laundry room, usually a mundane space, seemed transformed by Tessa's diligent presence. Olivia marveled at how effortlessly Tessa seemed to embody the role of the perfect submissive, her every movement a testament to her dedication and grace.

Once the laundry was complete, Tessa carried the neatly folded clothes to Jessica's bedroom. She placed each item in its designated drawer, ensuring that everything was perfectly organized. Olivia watched from the doorway, feeling a mix of envy and admiration. Tessa's ability to anticipate Jessica's needs and preferences was uncanny, and Olivia couldn't help but feel a pang of inadequacy.

After the laundry, Tessa moved to the kitchen to prepare Jessica's favorite herbal tea. She boiled the water to the exact temperature, steeped the tea leaves for the precise amount of time, and poured the tea into a delicate porcelain cup in a practiced display of showmanship. She assembled a grand tray of freshly baked biscuits, fresh jams and butter spread across its surface artfully and intentionally.

"How do you do it?" Olivia asked. "Seriously--how do you do this so well?"

"For me," Tessa began, pulling out the biscuits from the oven.

"Being a submissive is the most fulfilling role I could ever imagine. It's not just about obeying commands; it's about the profound sense of purpose I feel when I serve. Every task I complete, every command I follow, is a step towards pleasing my Mistress. The look of satisfaction in her eyes, the gentle praise she gives—these are the rewards that make my heart soar. When I kneel before her or serve her in any capacity, I feel incredibly close to her, as if we're two parts of a whole. In submission, I find my true self, completely devoted to the pleasure and service of another. It's in this selflessness that I discover the deepest, most rewarding sense of purpose."

"Seriously?"

Tessa smiled. "Nothing to joke about. It seems like this might not be for you, if you don't believe that."

"I do, it's just--I don't know, I'm not good at it."

"That's okay. And, Miss Olivia--so long as the desire is there, the rest will come with time." She winked, smiling. "And a few spankings."

Jessica entered the kitchen, and Tessa presented the delicate tray with a curtsy, her eyes shining.

"Thank you, Tessa," Jessica said, taking the cup and sipping the tea. Her expression softened. "This is excellent."

Tessa's cheeks flushed with happiness. "I'm glad you like it, Mistress Jessica."

Jessica finished her tea and set the cup down, her gaze turning to Olivia. "Olivia, observe how Tessa anticipates my needs and responds with such dedication. This is the level of service I expect from you."

Olivia nodded, determined to match Tessa's impeccable service. "Yes, Mistress."

Throughout the day, Tessa continued to serve Jessica with unwavering devotion.

She fetched books from the study, arranged fresh flowers in vases, and even gave Jessica a relaxing foot massage.

Each task was performed with the same level of care and attention, leaving Olivia feeling both inspired and challenged.

As the evening approached, Jessica called Tessa into the living room. Olivia followed, curious to see what was next. Jessica reclined on the couch, her expression one of serene authority. "Tessa," she said, her voice firm yet gentle, "come here. Take off your uniform."

Tessa immediately obeyed, kneeling at Jessica's feet with her head bowed. Jessica reached out and gently lifted Tessa's chin, her fingers caressing the smooth skin.

"You have served me well today," Jessica murmured. "Now, I require something more intimate."

Olivia's breath caught in her throat as she watched Jessica guide Tessa to a more comfortable position between her legs.

"Please me."

Without hesitation, she leaned forward and began to pleasure Jessica with practiced skill, her tongue moving with delicate precision.

Jessica's eyes closed, a soft moan escaping her lips as Tessa's ministrations intensified.

Olivia felt a surge of conflicting emotions—jealousy, admiration, and a deep yearning to be in Tessa's place. She watched, transfixed, as Tessa's tongue and lips worked in perfect harmony, drawing gasps and sighs of pleasure from Jessica.

Olivia's breath caught in her throat as she continued to watch the intimate scene unfold before her. Jessica's hands gently tangled in Tessa's auburn hair, guiding her movements with a tender yet authoritative touch. The soft, rhythmic caresses through Tessa's locks seemed to fuel her dedication, her tongue and lips working with even greater devotion.

Jessica's eyes fluttered shut momentarily, a look of pure bliss crossing her features, but then she opened them again, locking onto Olivia's gaze.

Jessica's eyes bore into Olivia's, a mix of pleasure and command evident in her expression.

It was clear that she wanted Olivia to witness every moment of this display, to understand the depth of connection and submission that she expected.

The silent communication between them sent a shiver down Olivia's spine, making her acutely aware of her own longing and desire to be in Tessa's place.

The sight of Jessica's fingers threading through Tessa's hair, her soft moans of approval--she wanted to be there, doing that, pleasing her.

Olivia's heart raced as she continued to watch, her jealousy mingling with admiration and a burning desire to please. She could see the absolute trust and devotion in Tessa's every movement, and the profound satisfaction in Jessica's response. The scene was a masterclass in submission and dominance, and Olivia felt a renewed determination to prove herself worthy of such intimate and profound moments with Jessica.

Jessica's breaths became more ragged, her body tensing as she neared her climax. Her fingers tightened in Tessa's hair, her eyes never leaving Olivia's face. "Watch closely, Olivia," she murmured, her voice thick with pleasure.

Olivia gathered the courage to ask what she had wanted to all day. "Is she what you want me to become?"

"I want you to be better." Jessica's body shuddered with release, her eyes closed in ecstasy, and a soft, satisfied moan escaping her lips. Olivia's own body trembled with the intensity of the moment, her resolve to serve and please her Mistress solidifying even further as she watched Jessica's pleasure unfold before her.

Tessa continued her gentle caresses, easing Jessica through the waves of pleasure. When Jessica finally relaxed, she looked down at Tessa with a satisfied smile. "You have pleased me greatly, Tessa," she said softly. "Thank you."

Tessa looked up, her face flushed with pride and devotion. "It is my honor to serve you, Mistress Jessica."

"To you both. We have company tonight. I expect a good party, dear."

Tessa nodded. "Yes, Mistress Jessica."

Jessica looked up, catching Olivia's gaze. "Tonight is my annual sexy party. Volleyball team and their partners, only. Everyone will be dressed as sexy as possible, and I expect you both to, as well."