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The Lusty Umbreon Maid

Part One

By: VeronicaFoxx

For: Catsithx

Every Pokemon needed a master. Felix knew this as well as anyone else. It was simply a part of their biology: the need to be under someone, to be told what to do, to have someone in control of them. That was one of the reasons that he had hired Shade to work for him. And work the Umbreon did, very hard, as a maid cleaning his small mansion. The black cat had to admit that his home had never been cleaner, though she seemed to find every possible excuse to do her work while in his presence. She also made sure to bring him every meal, to greet him whenever he came home, and to check in on him frequently while he was there, especially just before bed. Then there was the issue of her uniform. Not that it was incorrect, exactly, but it had been altered. The corseted dress had originally been knee length with a square-cut neckline and white lace at neck and hem. After the first month on the job, he had noticed the change. The neck had been changed to a deep swoop, and the hem of the dress's skirt had been shortened to barely low enough to be considered decent. Even when she was standing completely erect, he could see her panties peeking out from beneath the hem, and she very[/] rarely stood completely erect. She liked to keep her upper body leant slightly forward at the waist and her perky rump turned out. When seen from behind, her rear and underwear were completely on display, especially since she kept her tail beneath the skirt and, most likely intentionally, tended to lift it every time he glanced her way.

These habits and tendencies were, of course, the second reason that he had hired her. Every Pokemon needed a master, but not all of them either needed or wanted a Master. Shade seemed to be one that did, and he had simply been waiting to see quite how badly. After the second month, he noticed that she began bending over slightly more than necessary during certain tasks, such as pouring his tea or picking something up, making sure that he got a good view of her amply displayed cleavage and her pert posterior. She had also swapped out her undergarments from simple cotton to sheer silk, the white fabric nearly translucent, her feminine slit quite clearly outlined through the tight garment. After the third month, she began to get desperate. The color of her underwear changed from white to a seductive red, the fabric like sheer gauze, the bra with lace that decorated the top and the panties a g-string that left her entire rump exposed. The neckline of the dress scooped even lower, and the hem of her skirt rose even higher. She was no longer even attempting to be decent or coy, brushing against him at every opportunity, putting an extra bit of seductive husk into her voice, making sure to sway her hips in a suggestive manner when she walked, and keeping her tail quite permanently lifted.

He was rather certain of her desires by that point, or at least of the fact that she lusted after him, but he had to be certain that she had no alternative motives. He had been burned before by women who wanted nothing more from him than access to his fortune and the status associated with hanging on his arm. They had not wanted him but what he could give them, and he was not interested in that kind of relationship. There had to be a give as well as a take for it to be a relationship. That kind of woman gave nothing to him. Oh, there was sex, certainly, and sex was quite enjoyable. He had made quite certain to take everything that he wanted from them in that regard before sending them on their way with nothing to their names more than what they had come to him with. They had provided nothing emotional, though, neither love nor support nor even simple lust, or at least not the last after the first short while. Lust was quite fine for short or intermittent engagements, but it was a poor substitute for stronger ties that would sustain a long-term commitment. Felix was guilty of the occasional one night stand but he was after something more, and it seemed that Shade might just be willing to provide that something more. Still, he had to be certain.

So when the fourth month of her employment came, he decided to begin testing her. Or, more aptly, training her. After all, every Pokemon needs training from their Master.

She was wearing the red panties and bra when she brought his breakfast in the morning, and he simply couldn't countenance the alterations to her uniform any longer. It was called a uniform for a reason, after all, and she was quite off the path of a traditional maid's outfit into far more lewd territory. Not that he minded that part, but she had to know that he would lay down the law and that his word was final. After she had laid out his meal on his desk and poured his tea, she added her now standard question.

"Is there anything else that I can do for you, sir?"

For once, he answered with more than a simple dismissal. "Yes, Shade, there is as a matter of fact. You can correct your uniform. Your underwear is unacceptable. It shows past your clothing, which is simply indecent. I cannot tolerate such discrepancies. You will never wear them again."

"I... uh... yes, sir," she answered, her ears tucking tight against her skull and her tail between her legs, utterly despondent. "I'll go change immediately. I'm so very sorry, sir."

"No. I did not say to change. I said that you were not to wear them. Remove them. Immediately."

Her eyes grew wide and her cheeks colored, but he could see the slight brightening of the blue rings that colored her forehead, ears, upper arms, and thighs. "I-in front of you, sir?"

"What part of 'immediately' did you not understand?"

"Oh, I'm so very sorry for misunderstanding, sir. Yes, sir. Immediately, sir."

She reached up to peel the shoulders of her dress down her arms, letting her brassiere-caged breasts tumble free of the neck and bent over so that they dangled an inch or two above the top of the table. Then she stroked and caressed her mounds through the thin fabric, pinching her nipples through it, tugging them out to strain the elastic of the garment before releasing them to let her breasts snap back into place. They jiggled enjoyably for a moment before falling still, then she arched herself forward to present them prettily as she reached behind her back for the clasp. It came free, the cups of the strapless undergarment barely clinging to her plump melons, and she stood back up to peel it off. He kept his face neutral as he stared at the quarter-sized pink rings of her areola and the hard buttons of her nipples, then glanced up at her to quirk a brow.

"Well?" he demanded as she simply stood there blushing. "Get on with it."

She blinked and blushed even more deeply as her rings brightened further, then turned to face away from him. Bending at the waist, Shade lifted her tail up high to give him a very clear view as she pulled back her skirt and hooked her fingers through the elastic of her underwear. The tiny triangle of fabric that covered her groin was so darkly sodden that he was surprised it hadn't melted. Her new position gave him a whiff of her scent, and it fairly reeked with arousal. Slowly, she pushed them back and down, letting the string-thin waistband caress the curve of her rear end. Lower and lower, sliding down her legs, a momentary pause while she stepped out of them, then she stood and faced him once more. She held the bra in one hand, the panties dangling from the other, waiting to see what he would order her to do next. It was unlikely that she expected the one that he gave her.

"Good. Now, wear your dress properly and go about your duties."

Her ears had half perked while she removed her underwear, but now they tucked again, her expression confused and slightly hurt. "Oh. Uh, yes, sir."

"And Shade?" She paused in pulling the top of her dress back up, and he allowed himself a slight smirk. "Don't bother putting any on tomorrow."

That got her ears back to their embarrassed but gratified half-perk, and her rings glowed brightly. She nodded with a shy smile of her own and finished pulling the cloth back over her chest. Before she left, though, she set the bra and panties on his desk then reached behind herself to tug at the corset laces, pulling the top tighter. He could see the pert buds of her nipples standing out proudly beneath the cloth and nodded his approval. She thrust her rear out further when she headed for the bedroom door and put an extra sway in her step, letting him see the slick slide of her nether lips against one another. She was slick enough to see it starting to dribble down her thighs, but he hastily put on a disinterested expression and began eating his breakfast when she glanced back to check. It was only the start. He had much more planned.

He knew that she masturbated frequently, even while she was on her shift, particularly before the scheduled times to serve him. It was likely to entice him with her wanton scent, but he had purposefully failed to take the bait thus far. Today, he sought her out early. He caught her in the pantry with the top of her dress pulled down and her skirt bunched up around her waist. She sat on the floor with the fingers of one hand buried in her snatch and those of the other clutching tight at one of her breasts, an actual puddle of her femme cum beneath her. Her expression was badly startled, her cheeks a cherry red, but her rings glowed a blue bright enough to banish the shadows from the dark room.

"I'll be taking my lunch early," he informed her with a disapproving look. "Bring it out onto the patio. I expect it promptly."

"Yes, sir!" she answered, leaping to her feet and scurrying past him. "Of course, sir!"

He grinned where she couldn't see and went to wait for her, reading through the current news while he sat at the table. She must have thought him furious because she took only twenty minutes to come hustling out with his plate ready, and her rings had turned a dull grey-ish color. She didn't even make her normal attempts at seduction as she set the food before him, laid out his silverware, and poured his drink. When she turned to leave him to his meal, though, he stopped her with a light touch against her arm.

"I'm feeling in need of some entertainment while I eat, Shade. Why don't you finish what you were doing?"

She glanced around the yard. Though it had a high hedge and a privacy fence, they were still out in the open, with nothing between themselves and those barriers but open air. He gestured to the end of the table opposite him where there was plenty of room, and her rings flared bright as she blushed furiously.

"Here, sir? Now?"

"I think I made myself clear."

"Yes, sir! Of course, sir!"

Her eyes were yet again wide with startled delight, and she hastened to climb onto the tabletop. She pulled her top down, exposing her delightfully plump chest once more, and spread her legs to display the delicious pink of her inner folds. She tried to start but found things a little difficult without something to support her back. She had been leaning on a wall in the pantry, but there was nothing here to lean on, not even another chair for her to sit in. Insead, she propped herself up with a hand behind her back and began fingering herself furiously, her thumb rubbing at her clit, quickly creating a puddle beneath her on the tempered glass surface. He watched with a small smile curling his lips, his food cooling before him, and it took less than five minutes before she let out a gasp and began quivering. She came beautifully, hips bucking, back arching, jaws gaping, pussy squirting as it clenched around her digits, and even her toes flexing and curling. After it had passed, she smiled at him and moved to get down from the table, but he stopped her yet again with a rather severe look.

"I don't believe that I said you could stop, Shade. You are to entertain me for as long as I am eating, is that understood?"

She gave a hasty nod and got herself back into position, beginning to work herself back up. Felix began cutting into his chicken, smiling to himself as he watched. He took over an hour to finish his lunch, savoring each bite as much as he savored the show she was providing. By her third orgasm, she was getting tired, but an irritated look from him was all it took to get her going again. After her fifth, though, she stopped trying for climaxes and spent over ten minutes just rubbing and fingering herself. It took a comment to the effect that he was not being entertained to get her going that time, and he was soon rewarded with a pained groan as she forced herself to cum yet again. She only managed two more before he finished, but she worked as hard as she could to reach them, and when he finally set down his silverware, she slumped back to lie atop the table with her head dangling over the edge, exhausted. He rose and moved around the table so that he could gently lift her head and look into golden-hued eyes that were glazed from her exertions.

"That was not as entertaining as I would have liked, Shade," he chided her while gently petting at her cheek. "Still, I think I shall like to see that again every so often. From now on, you will not touch yourself or otherwise bring yourself pleasure without my express permission. Perhaps that will improve your stamina for when I desire your company during my meals."

She gasped a hazy, "Yes, sir. Of course, sir."

"Good. I won't require your entertainment for dinner. Bring it at the usual time."

He left her lying there to clean up the meal and retreated back into the house. He was in his study, reading, when she entered half an hour later to dust. She walked with rather less of her usual sway, obviously sore, and her steps were mincing, but her rings still glowed a bright blue, flickering brighter every time she glanced his way. When he tired of reading and needed to make his afternoon calls, he went to his home office. By the time he came down for dinner, she was moving much more freely. Her tail was raised once more, lifting the back of her skirt and putting her pink petals on display once more, and her hips swayed to show off the lustrous sheen of wetness as they slid against one another. When she bent over the table to set the silver out, he took the opportunity to give her exposed clit a quick flick and elicited a flinch rather than any sign of pleasure. She was obviously still a little sore, and he hoped that she would take that as a lesson not to disappoint him. He left her alone while she finished serving dinner, but he wasn't quite done testing her yet.

"Shade, I think I might like your company during dinner," he told her, and he smirked at the slight shudder she gave.

"But, sir, you said that you wouldn't want me to entertain you this evening."

"You need to learn to listen, girl. I said that I wanted your company, not your entertainment. You would do well to pay attention to what I say the first time from now on."

"Oh, yes, sir. My apologies, sir. Did... did you want me to eat with you, or...?"

"No, Shade, I don't want you to eat with me. I want you to make use of your mouth."

"Oh. Sir, I'm... I'm sure that I don't know any topics of conversation that would interest you. Surely you wouldn't want to hear gossip or about the shows I watch."

"I never said that I wanted to hear you talk. My paws are sore, Shade. They could do with a massage, and some cleaning wouldn't go amiss either. I want you to kneel beneath the table and massage my paws. Make sure to put your tongue to good use."

"Oh... I... I see, sir."

He thought for a moment that she would refuse; it was a degrading and demeaning thing that he asked of her, though he had made sure to wash his feet before coming down. It wasn't something that he would have normally asked of someone, but what was the point of a test if it were easy? He had chosen that as a make-or-break point, something that would prove to him her intentions. If she only wanted to exploit and extort him, was it really worth the level of humiliation he was putting her through? So far, the answer had been no from every other woman who had tried and failed to claim a piece of his fortune for themself. But not Shade.

No, indeed. She merely seemed surprised for a moment, then her rings brightened as she dropped to her knees and crawled beneath the table. She began immediately, as if eager to prove herself after the disappointment at lunch, picking up his paw and beginning to massage along the underside with her thumbs in slow, firm circles that worked their way towards his pads. Those pads also received immediate attention. He had, again, expected some hesitation, but she took one of his toes into her mouth and began licking at the pad on its underside with slow, silky caresses, gently suckling on it while she did. Felix had to choke back a surprised murr at the feeling, covering it by taking a swallow of wine. It wasn't the sensation itself so much as the tenderness, sincerity, and willingness with which she took to the task. The act itself wasn't something that he was particularly in to, but the way she attended the task, now that got his pants to start tenting.

He once again took over an hour to eat, more from enjoying her attention than the food. When he finally finished and pushed back from the table, he was certain that his paws had never been so well groomed and cleaned, not even after a pedicure. His pads felt all tingly and new, and the carpet felt strangely coarse beneath them. He had to curl his toes a few times against the plush pile before he started growing accustomed to the sensation again, and all the while Shade simply continued to kneel beneath the table with a hopeful look on her face.

"Very good, Shade," he complimented her at last. "I should have no further needs for the evening. Feel free to fill your time as you will, but remember that you are not allowed to pleasure yourself by any means. If I find that you have disobeyed me in this, I will be most displeased. It may well mean your dismissal."

"Yes, sir. I understand, sir. I... Are you certain that you have no further needs, sir? I could... I could put my mouth to other uses."

She glanced quite pointedly at the bulge still showing at his groin, but her face fell when he gave her a disapproving frown. "If I have need of you, I will tell you what I want from you. Do not presume that you know me better than I know myself."

"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir."

The feline relented at the true sorrow in her voice and leaned down to tenderly scratch at her ears and cheeks. She nuzzled into his hand with every indication that she took it for the praise it was meant to be, her tail swishing across the carpet behind her. Still, until he was certain that she knew her place, he thought it best to provide verbal reinforcement as well.

"That's a good girl, Shade. You did very well today. Good girl."

That earned him a delirious whine, her eyes tightly closed and her tail wagging furiously against the carpet. Then he pulled his hand away and left her there, retreating to his bedroom for the remainder of the evening. He had much to think on, and a few items to order, but he considered the day to have been an overall success. If she were willing to do the worst that he had asked of her so far without complaint, and with enthusiasm no less, then those things that he would ask of her regularly should prove no challenge for her at all. She would accept his direction, that was obvious, but there was still the question of whether she had the will and the willingness to accept his training as well. Orders were one thing, but training required the formation of habits, the determination to stick to a regimen, the creativity to adapt in new situations while still maintaining established rules. That would have to be seen.

He went to bed pleased that things were progressing nicely. In the morning, he was happy to see that she wore no underthings when she brought his breakfast, and her hands didn't reek of touching herself either. He could tell that she expected something more from him, but he had nothing more to offer at the moment. She was very obviously disappointed when he dismissed her so that he could eat, but she went without questioning him, which was good. She was learning. Lunch was the same, and dinner as well. For the whole day, he gave her no orders outside of the ordinary, and again the next day, and again the next. By the fourth day, she seemed to have lost patience, or perhaps she had doubts creeping up on her that she felt needed to be laid to rest. She had not left off her usual flourishes when laying out breakfast, but he could tell that something was wrong. Her heart didn't seem to be in the teasing, and her rings had faded to a dull grey once more.

"Sir," she finally began. "Have I done something wrong? Did... did you only want to look at me? Am I not... Am I not good enough for more?"

On that score, he had to speak up and provide more than simple platitudes or a demand for patience. "Not at all, Shade. You've done nothing wrong, I want to do much more than simply look at you, and you are most certainly good enough for more. There are merely certain protocols that need to be followed with such things as this. This coming Monday, I shall be receiving a package. When that package arrives, I will ask you a question. Your answer to that question will determine where things go from there. Rest assured, Shade, I am not done with you quite yet. Monday will show what comes next."

She perked up after that, thanking him effusively for letting her know. The remainder of the week and the weekend went far more quietly, though by Monday morning she was squirming furiously, both for attention and in anticipation of the package's arrival. It was amusing to see how her enforced chastity drove up her sexual arousal, at least once he had put her mind at rest, and she was positively dripping with need by the time the package finally arrived, her inner thighs matted with moisture. He had actually put in a call to the delivery service to purposefully have it delayed until the last moment just to watch her frustration mounting. He was in his bedroom when he heard her let out a piercing squeal, followed by the swift thumping of her paws against the floor as she raced through the house to set the delivery on his desk.

She stood watching, hands clasped in front of her, tail wagging up a breeze behind her, as he examined the plain brown paper that wrapped the box. It was extremely nondescript, but companies such as the one he had ordered from knew that some clients could become embarrassed by their purchases. He extended the claw from one finger to very, very slowly slit the wrapping on one edge, dragging it through the paper. Shade was literally bouncing on her feet with excitement, and he continued to draw it out. Her delicious scent was swiftly permeating his room, but he did not mind that much. It was going to become a rather frequent occurrence if things went well. Once he had cut the top of the wrapping off, he slit the tape that held the box closed, then tipped it towards himself to keep up the Umbreon's suspense, pulling out the packing material to leave only the items within. They, too, were boxed, but in much more pretty fashion. These were like jewelry boxes, three of them, wide and long but flat, covered in black velvet, and he set them out with the largest in the center facing towards her.

"Now, Shade, comes the question," he said as he pulled open the lid of the first box to reveal a red leather collar with a silver plate on the front etched with her name and a belt of the same make to go around her waist. "If you choose not to accept these gifts, then things will stay exactly as they are now so long as you remain in my employ. You will be allowed to wear your uniform in its current form, but never any undergarments. You will only be allowed to provide yourself with sexual pleasure when I give permission, and I can guarantee that my permission will be sparsely given. You will provide me entertainment when I find myself in need of it, and you will do so for hours on end. You will occasionally provide me with other amusements, but that is all. Nothing more will be asked of you than what has already been.

"However, if you choose otherwise, there is no going back to the way things have been. More, much more, will be demanded of you. I will never ask. Your role will no longer be that of a servant or an employee. You will be my pet, and I will be your Master. I will use you, humiliate you, degrade you, but never abuse, never ill-treat. All your needs will be taken care of for so long as you remain my pet, and you shall want for nothing. If you find that the role and your responsibilities within it do not fit, then you may reject it at any time, but you will be immediately dismissed from my house with nothing but what you have on your person at the time, no matter how little that may be. You will never be welcomed back. But before you accept, be aware that the relationship would not move beyond you being my pet. You will not become girlfriend or wife or lover. You will be pet, and nothing more, though I may find it pleasing to make you a breeding pet as well."

He opened the other two boxes, displaying matching wrist and ankle cuffs for her. "So, I think you understand the question without my having to ask it directly, Shade. You can answer with a simple 'no' or you can pledge yourself to me as your Master."

She reached out trembling hands to lift the collar and fastened it around her neck without any hesitation whatsoever. "I accept, Master."

"Good, Shade. Very good. Then your training begins."