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Olivia and Tessa moved around the apartment with purpose, their tasks clearly outlined by Jessica. The preparation required meticulous attention to detail, and the two of them were determined to impress their Mistress.

Tessa was in the kitchen, her movements precise as she prepared an array of hors d'oeuvres. Olivia could see her slicing vegetables with exacting care, arranging them into intricate designs on the platters. The sight of Tessa's flawless execution only fueled Olivia's determination. She focused on her own tasks, setting up the living room with elegant decorations and ensuring the space was spotless.

Jessica moved between them, her presence a constant reminder of the standards she expected.

As the evening approached, the apartment transformed into a sophisticated venue. Tessa transformed Jessica's ideas and concepts into a place that felt like a party. Neon lighting cast a cool glow over the room, and decorations hung from the walls.

When Jessica was satisfied, the two of them left to get ready. They sat side by side at a large vanity, each meticulously applying their makeup. The air was filled with the soft sounds of brushes against skin and the occasional clink of makeup containers.

Olivia glanced over at Tessa, who was carefully blending eyeshadow. "Your makeup always looks so flawless," Olivia said, breaking the silence. "Do you have any tips?"

Tessa looked up, her emerald eyes meeting Olivia's with a warm smile. "Thank you, Miss Olivia. Tips? For you? Honestly, you're better at this than me. Mistress Jessica is teaching you well."

Olivia giggled. "There was punishment if I didn't."

Tessa's eyes flashed at that. "I know that well," she said lightly. "By the way your blending skills are incredible, and you have such a steady hand for eyeliner. How long have you been doing your own makeup?"

"A couple weeks."

"Only a couple weeks? That's how long you've been...here?"

Olivia felt a flush of pride at Tessa's statement. "Yeah."

Tessa only giggled, then laughed, a melodic sound that filled the room. Olivia raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What's so funny?"

Tessa shook her head, trying to stifle her laughter. "Oh, it's nothing," she said, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Olivia's curiosity grew, and she leaned in closer. "Come on, Tessa, tell me. I really want to know."

Tessa sighed, her smile softening. "Alright, if you insist. It's just... you're in so deep already. Deeper than I ever was able to go."

Olivia's eyes widened at the revelation. "Do you really think so?" she asked, a mix of surprise and hope in her voice.

Tessa smiled warmly, her expression filled with genuine admiration. "I guess we'll see," she replied playfully, but the look in her eyes made it clear what she believed. "But yes, Olivia, I do think you have something special."

"Thanks. That means a lot coming from you." She paused, feeling a bit more comfortable. "I have to admit, I was pretty jealous when you first arrived. You're just so...perfect at everything."

Tessa's smile softened with understanding. "I know it can be hard when someone new comes in. But I really admire you too, Olivia. You've been here longer, and you understand Mistress Jessica in ways I'm still learning. I think we can learn a lot from each other."

Olivia nodded, feeling a sense of camaraderie forming. "Yeah, I think so too. It's just...this lifestyle, it can be intense. But knowing there's someone else who gets it, who shares similar experiences, it makes it easier."

Tessa nodded in agreement, her eyes reflecting her own experiences. "It does. I remember when I first started, everything felt so overwhelming. But over time, I found that the structure and the connection with Mistress Jessica brought a sense of peace and fulfillment I never expected."

Tessa turned to Olivia, her expression thoughtful. "Miss Olivia, can I ask you something?"

Olivia nodded, curious. "Of course."

Tessa hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Are you...all in with this? Do you feel as strongly about it as I do?"

Olivia paused, considering the depth of her own feelings. She looked at Tessa, her eyes reflecting a mix of determination and vulnerability. "You want to know if I'm all in?"

She took a deep breath, her voice steady but filled with emotion.

"It's like a fire inside me that never goes out. Every time she commands me, every time she looks at me with those eyes that see right through me, I feel it. I crave her more. It's not just about following orders; it's about being shaped by her, molded into what she wants me to be."

Olivia's eyes shimmered with intensity as she continued, her voice growing softer but more fervent. "The thought of surrendering everything to her, of being completely at her mercy, it drives me wild. The more she denies me, the more I want it. It's like a cycle of need and denial that I can't escape from. She took from me my sex, my lifestyle, my wardrobe, my self-respect, my entire worldview, my ability to pleasure myself, my body, for God's sake. I could've resisted, I could've fought, I could've struggled, but no--I wanted all of it."

Tessa listened intently, her expression a mix of empathy and admiration. "That sounds intense, Miss Olivia."

"I fucking love it. And yes, I want release so badly, and Mistress Jessica won't give it to me, but that only makes me want it more. The frustration, the longing, it's all part of the experience, because everything that I am is what she'd made me.

"So yes, I'm all in. Completely. Every part of me is devoted to pleasing her, to feeling her control, to being hers in every way possible. It's who I am, who I need to be."

She glanced at Tessa, her eyes pleading for understanding. She saw it, as plainly as day. The two smiled, smally.

Tessa was the first to turn back to the mirror, returning to the makeup. "Thank you for sharing that with me, Olivia."

Just then, Jessica's voice called from the living room. "Tessa, Olivia, are you both ready? The guests will be arriving soon."

Olivia stood before the mirror, her reflection almost unrecognizable.

The corset cinched her waist, accentuating her curves, her chest teasing in a tantalizing display of femininity.

Her makeup was flawless, with smoky eyes that drew attention to her piercing gaze and lips painted a deep, sultry red.

The two women exchanged a final smile before heading out to join Jessica.

Tessa was dressed in a green nightgown, lacy and seemingly perfect on her.

Soon the first guests began to arrive, and soon the apartment was bustling with people.

Olivia and Tessa moved seamlessly among the crowd, serving drinks and ensuring everyone was comfortable.

Jessica floated through the room, her regal presence commanding attention and admiration from all who attended.

Olivia could see the pride in Jessica's eyes as she observed her submissives in action.

Tessa's grace and efficiency were on full display, her every movement a testament to her dedication. She engaged with the guests with ease, her soft-spoken demeanor and genuine smile winning them over effortlessly. Olivia felt a surge of both admiration and envy, but she channeled those feelings into her own performance, determined to match Tessa's excellence.

As the evening progressed, the apartment began to fill with the members of Jessica's volleyball team and their partners. The annual Volleyball Team Sexy Party was a much-anticipated event, known for its exclusive guest list and risqué dress code. The atmosphere buzzed with excitement and anticipation, the air thick with the mingling scents of perfume, cologne, and the underlying hint of arousal.

The guests arrived dressed in elaborate lingerie, the women flaunting delicate lace, satin, and sheer fabrics that accentuated their athletic figures.

The men, shirtless and displaying their sculpted bodies, added to the erotic ambiance of the gathering.

The soft lighting and candlelit decorations enhanced the intimate, seductive vibe, casting flickering shadows that danced across the room.

Olivia moved through the apartment, her own attire a masterpiece of seductive elegance.

Olivia's outfit was a masterpiece of seduction and elegance, crafted to highlight every curve and contour of her body. The corset she wore cinched her waist tightly, creating an alluring hourglass shape that drew the eyes of everyone she passed. Its intricate lace detailing was both delicate and provocative, emphasizing the swell of her chest and the smooth expanse of her back. The stockings, held in place by garters, clung to her legs like a second skin.

As she moved through the room, the gentle sway of the sheer, flowing fabric that draped over her hips added a sense of fluidity to her movements.

The delicate materials brushed against her skin in a constant, teasing reminder of her own femininity.

The subtle shimmer of the satin caught the light just right, casting a soft glow that highlighted the smooth lines of her body and the care she had taken in her appearance.

Her thoughts drifted to the past, remembering how Oliver would have ogled these same women with a mix of desire and envy. He would've killed to just...stare at them. Now, as Olivia, she felt an overwhelming need to please and serve them.

She offered drinks, refilled glasses, and engaged in polite conversation, her every action aimed at ensuring the comfort and enjoyment of Jessica's team. Each task she performed was an opportunity to demonstrate her dedication and obedience, and she relished in it.

As Olivia handed a glass of champagne to one of the players, she felt a familiar presence behind her. Turning, she was surprised to see Ian entering the room.

His shirtless torso displayed his muscular build, and his eyes scanned the room with casual interest. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, a mix of excitement and nervousness flooding her senses.

Jessica appeared beside her, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "I invited him," she said softly, her voice teasing. "I thought it would be interesting to see how you handle yourself tonight."

Olivia swallowed hard, her pulse quickening. She was acutely aware of Jessica's watchful eyes and the challenge implicit in her words.

Ian's gaze met Olivia's, and she felt a surge of conflicting emotions. He approached with a warm smile, clearly pleased to see her. "Olivia, you look stunning," he said, his voice sincere and admiring.

"Thank you, Ian," Olivia replied, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. "I'm glad you could make it."

Jessica's presence beside her was a constant reminder of her duties. Olivia felt a renewed determination to prove herself, to show that she could handle whatever challenges Jessica set before her.

As the party continued, Olivia found herself drawn into a whirlwind of tasks and interactions. The guests were lively and engaged, their conversations punctuated by laughter and the clinking of glasses.

In the midst of it all, her eyes would frequently seek out Ian, her heart racing each time their gazes met. The night was young, and Olivia knew that the true tests of her submission were yet to come. She kept waiting, waiting, until, finally, Jessica found her and Tessa together.

"Tessa, Olivia, come here," Jessica's voice rang out, clear and commanding over the hum of the party. Olivia felt a flutter of nerves and curiosity as she approached, wondering what their Mistress had planned.

Tessa moved gracefully to Jessica's side, her emerald eyes wide with attentive obedience. Olivia followed, her heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. She noticed Ian standing nearby, casually chatting with a few guests, his presence as commanding as ever.

Jessica's smile was both predatory and intoxicating, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous delight. "Tessa," she began, her voice dripping with authority, "I have a special task for you tonight. I want you to seduce a man."

Olivia's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening in shock. The room seemed to close in around her as she watched Jessica's finger slowly point across the room. Olivia's gaze followed, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw who Jessica had chosen.

Ian.

Jessica's smile widened, drunk on power and the thrill of control. She turned her gaze back to Tessa, who nodded without hesitation. "Yes, Mistress," Tessa replied, her voice steady.

Olivia's mind raced, a whirlwind of emotions crashing over her. The jealousy she had felt earlier now mixed with a sharp pang of fear and excitement. She couldn't tear her eyes away from Ian, completely unaware of what was about to unfold.

Jessica leaned closer to Tessa, her fingers brushing lightly over Tessa's cheek. "Make sure he enjoys every moment," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "Show him how perfectly you can serve."

Tessa nodded again, her eyes flicking to Olivia for a brief moment, a silent acknowledgment of the tension between them. Then, with a graceful turn, she made her way toward Ian, her movements fluid and confident.

Olivia watched, her heart in her throat, as Tessa approached Ian.

She could see the way Tessa's hips swayed, the subtle arch of her back, and the flirtatious glint in her eye. Tessa placed a gentle hand on Ian's arm, drawing his attention away from the conversation.

Olivia could hear snippets of their exchange, Tessa's voice soft and inviting, Ian's laughter warm and relaxed.

The physical sensations of her own body came rushing back to Olivia. Suddenly, the corset, the stockings, they were sharp reminders of her submission, her constant submission. This was a test, just another test.

Jessica's hand on her shoulder brought Olivia back to the present. "Watch closely, Princess," she murmured, her breath hot against Olivia's ear. "See how Tessa obeys without question, how she uses every tool at her disposal to seduce and please."

Olivia nodded, her eyes fixed on Tessa and Ian. She felt a rush of conflicting emotions—jealousy, admiration, and a deep, aching desire to be in Tessa's place. She wanted to be the one drawing Ian's attention, feeling his strong hands on her body, hearing his voice filled with desire.

Tessa's fingers lightly traced the line of Ian's jaw, her lips forming a perfect, seductive smile. Ian's eyes darkened with interest, his focus entirely on Tessa. Olivia could see the subtle shift in his posture, the way he leaned in closer.

As Olivia watched, the fire inside her burned hotter. She longed to be the one pleasing both Jessica and Ian, to feel their eyes on her, their touch commanding and possessive. Her arousal was a constant, throbbing presence, the denial of release only heightening her need.

Jessica's smile was triumphant as she watched her Tessa. "This is what true submission looks like, Olivia," she said softly. "The ability to serve without hesitation, to embrace every command with devotion and desire."