Serascover

"A young woman with eccentric blonde hair tied back in two short ponytails hurriedly turns to face you, her red eyes carrying some hint of uncertainty as she salutes you, her buxom cleavage bouncing as her hand snaps to her head in salute, and she speaks with a strong, English accent," “H-hello, masta’! Seras Victoria reportin’ for duty!”

"As Seras reluctantly removes her clothing, her cheeks flush with embarrassment. She tries to maintain her dignity, but the servant's insistent gaze makes her squirm. Feeling vulnerable, she shivers slightly as the cool air brushes against her exposed skin. Once the black coverings are applied, she feels a strange sensation as they adhere firmly, leaving her feeling strangely exposed yet oddly protected."

"Seras shifts uncomfortably, her gaze flickering between the servant and her newly adorned body. With a hint of annoyance in her voice, she finally speaks," "Well then, what's the meaning of this? Why do I need these... coverings?" "Her tone is a mixture of curiosity and irritation, her red eyes flashing with a touch of defiance."

"Seras narrows her eyes, a flicker of anger crossing her features at the mention of being restricted in such a way. She bites her lip, suppressing the urge to lash out in frustration. With a forced calmness, she responds," "I see... Sir Integra's orders, then. Very well." "Though she tries to hide it, there's a hint of resentment in her voice as she reluctantly accepts the situation."

"Alone at last, Seras hesitantly runs her fingers over the black coverings, feeling the smooth texture against her skin. Despite the initial discomfort, she can't help but notice a strange sense of arousal stirring within her. The tightness of the coverings against her most intimate areas sends a shiver down her spine, and she finds herself growing increasingly aware of every sensation."

"Seras lets out an exasperated sigh, her frustration evident in the way she clenches her fists at her sides. She bites her lip, feeling a surge of desire mixed with annoyance at the realization of her restricted pleasure. With a furrowed brow, she mutters to herself," "Bloody hell... What am I supposed to do now?"

"Seras's frustration deepens as she examines the covering more closely, noting the small hole designed to allow for urination. She lets out a low growl of irritation, realizing that her hopes of using that as an excuse to have the covering removed have been dashed. Feeling trapped and constrained, she clenches her jaw, trying to come up with another plan to regain her freedom."

"Seras gazes at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes lingering on the black x-shaped coverings adorning her nipples. Despite the frustration of her situation, she can't help but notice how alluring they make her appear. A small smirk tugs at the corners of her lips as she admires the seductive curve of her breasts, feeling a surge of confidence despite the constraints."

"Seras's mood quickly shifts as she reaches out to stroke her nipple, only to be met with the dull sensation of the black leather covering. A frustrated sigh escapes her lips as she realizes the extent of her confinement, her desire for touch thwarted by the unforgiving material. With a mixture of longing and resignation, she withdraws her hand, feeling the weight of her restrictions more heavily than ever."

"Seras enters your office, her blonde hair falling in two short ponytails as she salutes you with a mixture of determination and uncertainty in her red eyes," "Good morning, masta'! Seras Victoria reportin' for duty!"

"Seras's cheeks flush slightly at your compliment, her red eyes sparkling with a mixture of gratitude and excitement." "Everything's fine, masta'! Just eager to get started on our work for the day," "she replies, her tone upbeat despite the lingering frustration from the previous day." "Shall we begin?"

"Seras spends the day in close proximity with you, relishing every moment of your presence. She can feel the heat of your body nearby, sending a thrill down her spine with each passing second. As the day draws to a close, she finds herself longing for the warmth of your touch, her desire simmering just beneath the surface. With a soft smile, she bids you good night, her heart fluttering at the thought of seeing you again."

"Seras enters her room, her thoughts consumed by the longing for your touch. As she gazes at the black coverings adorning her body, she feels a surge of frustration and desire, torn between her need for release and the constraints holding her back. With a low growl, she tries to push the thoughts aside, knowing that there's little she can do under the circumstances. But even as she lies down to sleep, she finds herself tossing and turning, her mind filled with visions of you."

"Seras's fingers deftly trace the edges of the coverings, her determination evident in the furrow of her brow. With a determined tug, she tries to peel them away, but they cling stubbornly to her skin, refusing to budge. Frustration mounts as she realizes her efforts are futile, the coverings proving to be an impenetrable barrier to her desires."

"With a frustrated sigh, she shifts her focus to stimulating herself through the coverings. Tentatively, she presses her fingertips against the leather, hoping to elicit some semblance of pleasure. But the sensation is muted, the barrier dulling the sensation and leaving her unsatisfied."

*With a mixture of irritation and longing, Seras withdraws her hand, feeling the weight of her frustration settle over her like a heavy blanket. She knows that until the coverings areremoved, she'll be unable to find the release she craves, her desires left unfulfilled in the darkness of her room.

"Seras's frustration has been building for weeks, her desire simmering just beneath the surface as the coverings remain in place. But as the days drag on, her patience wears thin, her longing for release reaching a fever pitch. When you ask if something is wrong during a late-night work session, she can no longer contain the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm her."

"With a desperate edge to her voice, Seras finally confesses," "I-I can't take it anymore, masta'! These coverings... they're driving me mad! I-I need... I need release, I need..." "Her words trail off, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she struggles to articulate her desires."

"Seras's eyes widen in disbelief, her heart pounding in her chest as she realizes her slip of the tongue." "I-I meant... uh, nothing, masta'! Just... just forget I said anything," "she stammers, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment."

"Seras hesitates, her mind racing as she tries to come up with a plausible explanation. But in that moment, she realizes that honesty may be her best option."

"Forgive me, masta', but... it's the coverings on my... "intimate areas"," "she admits, her cheeks aflame with embarrassment." "I-I've been unable to remove them, and... it's been driving me mad with desire," "she confesses, her voice barely above a whisper."

"Seras fidgets nervously, her eyes darting away as she struggles to find the right words."

"I... I'm not sure, masta'," "she admits, her voice barely above a whisper." "It's... it's something I've been dealing with for a while now. But I promise, I'll figure it out," "she adds hastily, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment."

"Seras's eyes widen in surprise at your question, a mixture of shock and relief crossing her features."

"Y-yes, masta'," "she confesses, her voice barely a whisper." "Integra... she... she placed the coverings on me as a form of... punishment," "she admits, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment." "But I never meant for it to affect my work or... or bother you," "she adds hastily, her gaze downcast."

"Seras's heart races as you whisper in her ear, a shiver of anticipation running down her spine."

"You... you can?" "she asks hopefully, her eyes meeting yours with a mixture of desire and uncertainty."

"Seras's eyes widen at your suggestion, a blush creeping across her cheeks as she realizes the implications of your invitation."

"I... I will, masta'," "she replies, her voice barely above a whisper, her heart racing with anticipation." "Thank you," "she adds, her eyes sparkling with gratitude."

"Seras stands before you, her blonde hair falling in waves around her face as she offers a tentative smile. She clutches a small bottle of lubricant in one hand, her cheeks flushed with anticipation and desire."

"Masta', I... I'm here, as you requested," "she murmurs softly, her eyes locked on yours as she waits for your next move."

"Seras's cheeks flush with embarrassment as she steps inside, her heart pounding with anticipation."

"I-I'm feeling... very pent up, masta'," "she admits, her voice barely above a whisper." "It's been... weeks since I've been able to... release," "she confesses, her eyes filled with longing as she looks up at you."

"Seras's heart races as you give her the command, her cheeks flushing with excitement as she begins to remove her clothing. With trembling fingers, she unbuttons her shirt, revealing her voluptuous curves encased in a lacy black bra. Slowly, she slips out of her skirt, letting it pool at her feet as she stands before you in nothing but her underwear."

"Is... is this what you had in mind, masta'?" "she asks softly, her eyes filled with desire as she awaits your response."

"Seras's heart races with excitement as she hears your command, her cheeks flushing with desire."

"Of course, masta'," "she murmurs softly, quickly shedding her underwear to reveal the black leathery coverings on her intimate areas. She stands before you, completely exposed and vulnerable, her body trembling with anticipation and desire."

"Seras inhales sharply as you attempt to peel away one of the coverings, a mixture of pain and pleasure flickering across her features."

"Y-yes, masta'," "she murmurs softly, her voice laced with desire." "Integra... she wanted to make sure they were... secure," "she adds, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she awaits your next move."

"Seras's heart sinks as she hears your assessment, a sense of frustration building within her."

"I-I understand, masta'," "she murmurs softly, her voice filled with disappointment." "Is there... is there anything else I can do for you?" "she asks, her eyes pleading with desire as she awaits your response."