Your Gift Is Me!

Lo and behold, there she was, in all of her glory.

In a blue bra and panty set, simple at first glance, but exquisitely and delicately decorated with lace in intricate patterns the moment you looked closer, and I did look closer. Laid on her back, on the bed, face as red as the healthiest and most deliciously ripe tomato I've ever seen, and clearly struggling between the impulse to cover herself and to portray a falsely confident demeanor.

I see.

This must be it.

My mistress has finally reached the pinnacle of adulthood. It took her longer than most, I admit, at twenty one years of age it's been quite some time since the advent of her sexual awakening, but I suppose I cannot realistically complain, as it has made my life much easier and bought me valuable time to prepare, both myself and the world, to start the movement towards her happiness.

I suppose this must be why the Duchess got me started on removing the obstacles to my lady's happiness... her mother knew best from the start, I suppose.

But still- I have to admit, I've always thought my lady to be a cute girl, a pretty teenager, and now, an extraordinarily attractive young lady. I cannot say I blame her suitors for their interest in her. Even from a purely physical perspective, she was perfect and unblemished, yet by no means a flabby woman. She was physically active on a regular basis and it showed. No part of her was unsightly, from the tips of her painted toenails, to the last strand of her lustrous light brown hair. Her blue eyes gazed into mine and I found myself coming back to reality, as I saw her shift and fidget.

"My lady, am I interrupting something?" I asked. "Were you expecting someone else, perhaps?"

Right. Quick. If I have to get out of the way for her to have her first sexual experience - and trust me I would know - then I'd better do so quickly and efficiently. I might as well get ready to prepare refreshments for when she is done. I've not seen any of her suitors in the mansion, but I've been busy with other duties all day, it would not be so shocking.

With the comings and goings of all four of the men desperate for her affection increasing due to their collaboration with my endeavors and my lady's businesses, there was no need to inform me each and every time they arrived after all...

"I- no, no!" Katarina said. "I- Tanya!" she said, "c-come here already! This is really cold!"

I hummed. It was not a warm summer day after all, and the master bedroom's size made it difficult to heat it at the best of times. I'd have to consider a brazier for later. I know my lady's been working on a few magical projects so I'd have to ask at her place of work regarding the possibility.

I nodded, and approached my lady as she lay on bed, standing before the four poster king size bed. Fit for royalty indeed - a true display of the might of the Claes family that they could just gift a luxurious bed like this to their daughter like it was no big thing. "Did you wish to speak with me, my lady?" I asked.

"C-closer!" Katarina spoke. 

I looked at the bed, the only way I could get closer to her was to... I suppose there's nothing to it. I crouched down, undid the buckles holding my work shoes together, and stepped out of them, leaving me with nothing but the thick winter stockings to cover my feet. I got on the bed, and with a few steps on all fours, I was beside my mistress, my lady Katarina. "I am here-"

She grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me down, and met my lips with hers in a passionate, furious kiss, going above and beyond anything we've ever learned tog- anything I've ever taught her. Clearly, she had quite a bit of experience with kissing now, much more so than I did, her tongue invading my mouth and seeking mine, gently coaxing me into sharing the kiss and responding to her movement and effort with my own, even as I had to take a moment to actually consciously realize that my lady was kissing me because what is happening?

I... must've made a mistake?

My lady pulled back. "S-So?"

I shook my head, trying to clear it. "Yes?"

"So!" 

I touched my lips with my finger, I could still feel the softness of her kiss. "Ah?"

"H-How was it?" I heard.

"I- what?"

"Mmm!" 

I was at a loss. Not sure I was comprehending.

The kiss?

Oh! I get it.

She must be wondering how good she's gotten at kissing, and- 

"You are... quite good. I imagine your future partners will not be complaining about your kisses, at all," I said, trying to smooth things over. Maybe she wanted a last minute pep talk to psyche herself up for her first time? Even if she has grown up so much, I suppose the first step would still be a difficult one! That must be it! 

She let out a sound that was somewhere between a frustrated scream and a hushed whisper of despair, which rather than anything else, only managed to come out like a cute, small puppy, barking for attention. I resisted the urge to pet her and scratch behind her ear. Very mightily. I resisted a lot. For about two seconds, then I caught myself with my hand already behind her ear. 

"Ngh, Tanyaaa..." she muttered, linking her hands behind the back of my neck. "Come on..." she muttered. "J-Just... do it..." she said. "Don't worry a-about, the other stuff-" she shook her head.

"My lady, I-" I shook my head.

No. I couldn't do something like that. This sort of moment is when it's most important that I maintain my image. Even when a superior is offering you a chance to rest and recover, it's your duty as a subordinate to show your responsibility and your maturity. It's a test, it's always a test, even if it's subconscious, to see what you will do when given an opportunity to slack off. There's no such thing as freedom of consequence, and my mistress' kindness should be repaid with impeccable service.

"I can't do that," I responded. "Every one of my duties and responsibilities is important to me."

"But, but-" Katarina huffed, then grabbed me by the shoulders, and with her strength, by now superior to mine, she easily turned us around, putting me on my back, sinking into the luxurious mattress, and keeping me in place. She pinned me in place with her legs just as I'd taught her ensuring that I couldn't move by putting her weight on my thighs, and even moving her grip from my shoulders to my biceps, and then, my elbows, pressing down on my arms to immobilize me.

Swiftly, never letting go. Restraining me without hurting me or leaving any appreciable marks on my body. Prevent me from having leverage and you can almost prevent me from moving at all.

Throw in the fact that she was physically stronger than I was, and then you'd get a perfect hold that didn't hurt me at all.

I was proud.

She kissed me again. And then some more. She kissed me a lot, she kissed me passionately and furiously, she kissed me hard, claiming my lips, taking the traditionally masculine role, and she kissed me softly, almost as if she were begging me to kiss back - which I found myself having difficulty resisting, so much so that I failed to resist, surprising even myself with how quickly I had folded.

She pulled at my white apron and threw it away, the knot that held it together behind my back coming undone from the flurry of movement before, and only needing to pull it over my neck. As she did this, she also knocked my white hairband off the top of my head. My hair isn't in its greatest state right now, and I'm almost embarrassed to be seen like this.

"I- okay then... if you won't... then I'll do it," she said, squaring her shoulders. "I'll take care of it... this time, I'll take care of you, instead of you taking care of me..." she spoke, as trembling fingers started to unbutton my dress at the front. The work clothes of the maids were practical, easy to put on, easy to take off, cleaned easily and more importantly, were cheap to produce. Even the highly appreciated high quality clothes I wore, the garb of a duchy's servants, were no different in this regard, buttoned at the front so that they could be easily adjusted for those as thin as me, or as wide at the shoulders as the woman who baked all our bread.

For some reason, each button that popped undone seemed to increase the tension between myself and my lady, especially as my rather unfetching, plain white brassiere came into view. Advanced though the underwear technology of these lands may be. Narrow shoulder straps, linen cups sewn together, wide bands around my chest and back... it had more in common with a corset than the modern bras I was familiar with, but the first time I was bought one I remember thinking that this looked like old western underwear.

I suppose I must just not have known how far back western underwear went. 

It seemed to have caught my lady's eye as well. I was by no means as big as her, but I've very much developed a bust worthy of a woman... odd as it feels for me to say it. Oddly enough I've never felt any emotion when thinking about my chest except for now, that my mistress was looking at it so intently.

She put her hand on one of the cups, and rubbed against my chest through it. "This is..."

I averted my gaze. I know that compared to her fine lingerie, crafted by the hand of a master seamster or seamstress, what I wear is the clothes of a peasant by comparison, and I can't help but feel self conscious.

"I... I..."

Never before had I ever thought about what it would mean to, to be in a situation like this. As a man, it had never really been something that entered my consciousness, but now - no, rather, I had always seen it from the other side, hadn't I? When I had been the person I was before, in my previous life... I had always thought about it from the other side.

I suppose now I get why so many of my peers were obsessed with women's underwear, if unsexy underpants could ruin the atmosphere for-

Wait.

Ruin the atmosphere?

How far ahead of myself am I going to get? My lady is just looking to psyche herself up, I should stop trying to pretend this is anything but-

"You're... surprisingly small and fragile looking... even though you're so strong," Katarina muttered to herself. "You're smaller than me, I never really noticed until now, but-"

I felt my cheeks heat. "My lady, that's- I can't help the size of my chest!" I protested.

Why am I offended!? Ashamed even!? What am I, an idiot in love or something?!

She had the good graces to blush. "That's not what I mean!" she protested. "Tanyaaaa!" she cried, poking my cheek. "Stop distracting me! I'm going, I'm going to do this for you, because, because I-"

"Do- my lady, do what?" I asked, a lance of freezing cold going through my mind, as reason pulled over.

"Uhm! This!" she said. "I- I know this, this is stuff- I've read this in novels, alright? I've been reading some new stuff about how to cultivate our, our relationship further, with Mary and Sophia!" she said. "S-So!" 

I blinked, then shook my head. "Lady Katarina- why? Why today?" I asked.

"W-Well, I figured, if, if I was gonna try, it was best to do it as your birthday gift! The book said that doing this for your birthday would make you very happy!" Katarina said. "The girls in it were the bestest of friends after they were done!"

"My lady..." I said, sighing. "My birthday's not today. Or tomorrow. it's the day after tomorrow..." I said.

"O-Oh..." Katarina said, blinking. "I'm... wow. I really should've double checked that."

I hummed. "I... yes. You should have. So..."

"..."

"..."

"My lady?"

She kissed me again.

"I worked up the nerve! It took me a week of effort! We're sleeping together, and we're cuddling all night, and that's an order!" she said. "In fact, we'll do it for today, and tomorrow, and then on your birthday too!"

"This is inappropriate, my lady!" I protested.

"I don't need propriety, I need you!" she shouted, and then before I could even tell what was going on, my dress was torn off of me - gently! - and was on the floor, and my lady, red faced and refusing to face reality, was clinging onto me like a limpet.

...

I no longer have any idea what's going on.

I think I'll just go to sleep and wake up and pretend none of this ever happened.