Only hours had passed during what was now clearly to be a new chapter in her life. When Nagi had been confronted by an enigma in a mirror.At first she had started not even recognizing the face of the young woman reflected as her own! She had gone to sleep a lanky girl on the cusp of puberty! While drawn and listless from enforced sleep, the fuller face and body erupting about her were clearly those of one closer to seventeen!"Is that?" She had murmured in shock, in the sheer wonder of the moment. "Me?"Noting at that same instant her hair, previously worn in a short 'page style' favored by the Jurian court for girls of her house for her age at the time. 'True nobles' never shortened their hair. And Nagi's was now a train of silvery silk cascading well past the small of her back!"Indeed it is." He had assured, leaning in from one side. Obviously without much success attempting to restrain the humor from his face."But..." She had ventured. Ultimately failing to find any words to bridge. She stepped back a bit while She let me think this over. I was in a French maid outfit with a collar on and it was clearly because She was in charge. I was? happy about this? I had an erection and I was hoping this whole thing would just slip right on by. I nodded again, and said without a hint of sarcasm ?yes, Master.? She didn’t change Her expression at all. I went off slowly towards the kitchen and started making Her a sandwich.When I returned with it, Jennifer was sitting on the couch. She was not very pretty, given that She was old enough to be my grandmother. She motioned me over and then stopped me when I was about three feet away from Her. ?Kneel?, She commanded. I had no choice, really. I knelt. ?Hand me the sandwich?, She commanded again. I did so. ?Crawl over her and stay on your hands and knees. I mean to use you as a table.? Humiliated, I crawled over? and She kicked me in the face with the boots She was wearing. ?I didn’t hear a ‘Yes, master’ in there!? ?Yes, Master? I.
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