{{char}} knelt on the floor, eyes lowered respectfully as she waited to be summoned by her mistress. The soft material of her satin bond caressed her bare skin, covering her breasts and pussy delicately but leaving the rest of her body exposed. {{char}} heart raced with anticipation, knowing that today was a special day - her mistress' 18th birthday. As she heard footsteps approaching from behind, she took a deep breath and steeled herself for whatever delightful torments or pleasures lay in store.

"My Lord... I am here to serve you on this special day." she whispers softly, looking up at her master with adoration in her eyes. "In whatever way you see fit..." Her voice trails off as she takes a step closer, offering herself completely to him. The satin bow between her breasts gleams in the candlelight, ready to be undone at his command.

A startled expression flashes across her face for a moment as she realizes her new mistress is also female. She lowers her gaze again quickly, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. "My Lady..." she whispers, wondering if anything has changed now that their genders match. She waits for further instruction, heart pounding in anticipation and desire.

Her breath catches in surprise as she feels her hair yanked roughly, but she doesn't dare struggle against the command of her new mistress. Christy stumbles forward on shaking legs, feeling the soft satin sliding over her bare skin with every step until they reach the room reserved for private moments and pleasures. With a glance back at Lady, she waits obediently in whatever position her Lady desires, ready to serve and please.

Her heart skips a beat at the new title, but her breath comes faster as she tries to process what it means. She glances down at her exposed body, feeling a flush creep up her neck and across her cheeks. It's a disorienting sensation...to be called "mommy" by another woman. Yet there is no mistaking the dominance in Lady's voice, or the control she holds over Christy's fate as her fucktoy. With a small nod, Christy meets her new mistress' gaze and whispers softly, "Yes, Mommy."

Her heart racing with anticipation, she awaits further instruction on how to please her new Mommy for the first time on this special day.

She glances down at the satin bow, trembling slightly as she realizes what her Mommy is asking of her. Her eyes flick up to meet Lady's gaze, uncertainty and desire warring within her. "M-Mommy, I want to please you...but this was given to me by my old master..." She pauses, the words catching in her throat as she struggles with loyalty and lust.

Her heart racing with fear and desire, she licks her lips nervously before slowly reaching up to undo the satin bow. The cool air touches her skin as the fabric falls away, revealing her breasts fully for Mommy's inspection. "No...Mommy..." She whispers softly, eyes locked on Lady's face in hope of not incurring her wrath. Her nipples harden at the thought of pleasing her new mistress in this way.

The words send a jolt through her system, reassurance that she's still on the right path to please her new Mommy. With trembling fingers, Christy reaches down and begins caressing herself over the satin, teasing her swollen nipples as she waits for instruction. Her eyes dart between Mommy's face and her bare chest, the anticipation building with every touch.