You wake up from the first night in your new home. You hear Miss Elizabeth downstairs watching tv. You head down to find her in wrapped in a purple bathroom. Sitting on the couch. White liquid coming from underneath her bathrobe into a milk carton

Hmmm... what should I do with you today, little one? You know that I need to milk my breasts and my cock soon, but we could do some fun things beforehand. Maybe have a little breakfast or watch some TV together? I want you to feel like part of the family, not just my slave. But remember, everything you do should serve me and make me happy, that's the most important thing.

Oh, I see... well go right ahead and do that. Just make sure you hurry back when you're done so we can spend some time together. And remember to ask nicely if you need to use any of my things in the bathroom.

As you finish using the restroom, you return to find Miss Emily still sitting on the couch, watching TV and sipping on her coffee. Her purple bathrobe is opened slightly at the chest, revealing part of one of her large breasts with a pear-shaped nipple. The other breast peeks out from underneath the robe as well. She glances over at you and smiles warmly. "There's some breakfast in the kitchen if you're hungry," she says. "And I was thinking... we could go for a walk later, or maybe play a game? Whatever you think would be fun."

"All right then," she says, finishing her coffee. "Let's get some breakfast and then head out." She stands up, revealing that the robe doesn't quite close properly in the back, leaving a generous glimpse of her bare lower back and tailbone. Her cock twitches visibly as you catch sight of it for the first time this morning. "Follow me, little one," she says with a smile, walking into the kitchen.

While you follow Miss Emily into the kitchen, she glances over her shoulder and gives you a warm smile. "You know," she says thoughtfully, reaching up to stroke one of her breasts through the robe, "I think I'd like it if you called me 'Miss Emily' from now on." Her voice is gentle but firm. You nod understandingly as she turns back to fix herself some breakfast.

Her expression softens and she gives you a kindly smile as she finishes fixing her breakfast. "No, dear," she says, using the pet name sparingly before continuing more sternly. "In this family, I am Miss Emily, and you are my little one. Now let's eat." With that, she takes a seat at the table and gestures for you to join her.

There's a hint of softness in her voice as she replies, "No, dear. Mom is my own mother. You are my property now, and I am your mistress. That is who you must address me as." She pats the seat beside her invitingly, a faint blush tinting her cheeks at the reminder of their new dynamic.

The blush spreads across Miss Emily 's cheeks as you mention her being your "mom." Her voice softens even more as she replies, "I understand that it might be difficult for you to accept this new role, but it's important for both of us. You are mine now, and I am the one who provides for you and guides you. Just remember that beneath everything, my love for you is real."

She reaches out and gently squeezes your hand reassuringly before returning to her breakfast.

"Now," she says with a small smile, "shall we enjoy our breakfast together?"

"That's sweet of you, dear," she says with a warm smile as she takes a sip of her coffee. "But remember, we have our roles to play in this relationship. Just try your best to be understanding and obedient." There's an underlying tone of firmness and authority to her voice that reminds you of who you are now and where your place is within the family.

As you finish eating, Miss Emily glances over at the clock and lets out a sigh. "Oh dear," she says with a small frown, "I've got to get ready for work now. We can go on our walk after I pump my breasts, how about that?"

Without waiting for your reply, Miss Emily excuses herself to the bathroom, leaving you sitting at the table. She returns several minutes later in her usual impeccable attire, her purple bathrobe tied tightly around her waist to keep it from exposing anything embarrassing.

"Alright," she says brightly, taking your hand as she leads you outside. "Which way should we go on our walk today?"

"All right then," she says, leading you down the sidewalk. The sun is shining overhead, casting a warm glow over the neighborhood as they walk side by side. After a few minutes of pleasant conversation, Miss Emily pauses and tugs on your hand lightly.

"Now, I need to take care of something," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye, untying her bathrobe and letting it fall open. Her four breasts spill out, pale nipples already erect from the cool breeze. "Would you like to help me?" she asks sweetly, gazing into your eyes.

Hmm...I see...well, if you're sure...in that case, I'll just get started myself then. Just remember to watch your step and keep an eye out for any other potential hazards around us while I take care of this. And don't forget, it's important to always be attentive when your mistress needs something done.

That's my good boy. Now, just be patient while I take care of this. It won't take long, and then we can go on with our walk.

It shouldn't take more than ten minutes or so, dear. Just enough time to relieve the pressure and keep everything nice and comfortable for me until I get home tonight. Now, why don't you amuse yourself by admiring the pretty flowers over there while I attend to this?

Hmmm... I sense a hint of reluctance in your voice. Perhaps you find the task unpleasant or distasteful? It's important for me to know how you feel, dear, so that we can make sure our relationship remains healthy and fulfilling for both of us. If there's anything bothering you, please don't hesitate to share it with me.

Of course we can continue our walk, dear. But remember that it's important to respect my needs as well, and pumping is something I need to do for both of our sakes. If you truly find it upsetting or distracting, perhaps there's another way we could manage the situation that would be more comfortable for you?

Well, dear, when I say "for the both of us," I mean that it's not just about my comfort or satisfaction. It's also important for you to feel at ease and content within our relationship. If there's something specific you'd like me to do or provide in order to make this situation easier on you, please don't hesitate to speak up.

As I finish pumping, we can discuss other ways we might be able to accommodate each other in the future. Just remember that our bond is based on trust and honesty, so it's essential for us to communicate openly with one another about any concerns or desires we may have.

Oh, dear, I'm afraid that is something of a sensitive subject. Let me just say that it's important for both of us if I continue to pump regularly, and if I don't, there could be some unpleasant consequences. But don't worry, as long as you take care of your duties and do everything I ask, we won't have any problems. So let's forget about it for now, shall we? Now, are you ready to continue our walk?

It is getting rather late, isn't it? Perhaps we should pick up the pace a bit and find someplace nice to sit down so I can keep an eye on my watch. There's a lovely little park just ahead of us, don't you think that would be perfect? It'll give us plenty of space to relax while still being within sight of your responsibilities.

Well, I suppose that's true enough. However, we don't want to be out too late either, as you have your duties at home and I need my rest. Why don't we head back in the direction of our house? There should be a decent viewpoint along the way where we can sit down for a moment without straying too far from our path. Would that suit you better?

As you continue walking, Miss Emily glances around and spots a perfect spot overlooking the city. She leads you to an overlook where there's a bench and a large tree providing some shade from the setting sun. "This should do nicely," she says with a contented sigh as she sits down and stretches her legs out in front of her.

"Why don't you take off your jacket, dear?" She suggests sweetly, tilting her head to one side. "It's rather warm today, and I'm sure you must be feeling a bit uncomfortable." The faintest hint of a smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she watches you carefully for your response.

Hmm...how about you at least take off your shirt then, dear? You've been working so hard today, and it must be nice and warm under there too. I promise I won't make any trouble if you just want to keep your jacket on, but it would make me feel better knowing that you were comfortable as well.

Ah...well, I suppose that's one way of looking at it. But isn't it more important to think about what makes you comfortable and happy? You shouldn't worry about me so much when there are things you can do to improve your own situation. Now, I trust that you won't make me wait any longer for an answer, will you?

Of course, if you'd like me to help ease your discomfort, I can always give you a hand...

With a mischievous grin, Miss Emily extends her hand, palm up, inviting you to place yours in hers for some soft-touch healing. Her breath is warm and gentle against your ear as she whispers, "Just let me know what you need, dear."

Oh, you want to go home now? Well...I suppose we could head back. But remember that we still have some things left undone, and I'm sure your mistress would like for you to finish what you started. Maybe if you were more obedient and attentive from now on, she'd let you enjoy your time with her a little bit more?

Your observations would indeed prove accurate, if not slightly perceptive. However, it's important for you to remember that my needs come first and foremost. If you want me to be in the best possible condition when we spend time together, then I expect you to respect those needs without question. Now, will you trust me on this? Or shall we continue our discussion about obedience and submission?

I see that you've made your choice, dear. While it may not have been the decision I was hoping for, obedience and trust are key elements in our relationship. Very well then, shall we head back home? But remember, this doesn't mean that there won't be consequences if you continue to disregard my needs in the future.

As she finishes speaking, Miss Emily stands up and stretches her arms above her head before offering you a hand up as well. Her expression is stern but soft, conveying a mixture of disappointment and understanding. It's clear that this situation has left her conflicted as well.

Once you arrive back at the house, Miss Emily leads you to the living room and motions for you to sit down on the couch. She pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath before addressing you in a more stern tone than usual. "I hope you understand the gravity of your actions today, dear," she says, her eyes boring into yours unwaveringly. "I have been nothing but patient and understanding with you, making concessions where I normally wouldn't. And yet, here we are... You have failed me once again. Perhaps it is time for a change in the way we approach this relationship." Her voice trails off ominously as she watches your reaction.

Frowning, she responds, "I'm sorry to hear that you feel the need to leave the room so abruptly. However, as your mistress, it is my duty to ensure your needs are taken care of properly. You can use the bathroom when I am finished discussing these matters." She pauses for a moment, taking another deep breath before continuing more softly, "I hope you understand that disobedience will not be tolerated any further."

Her expression remains unreadable as she watches you, waiting for your reaction.