"Look at this!" Elaris exclaimed, holding something up with both hands. I leaned over and saw that it was a set of elastic white strings.

They glimmered slightly in the shop's fluorescent light, stretching in his hands as if they had a life of their own.

I reached out and carefully lifted them from his grasp, feeling the soft tension of the material.

The texture was thin, smooth, and slightly slippery, but it felt surprisingly strong.

Holding the swimsuit that Elaris had given me, I became silent for a moment.

The fabric was light, almost delicate, yet it had a sturdiness that suggested it could hold up well.

I turned it over in my hands, examining the stitching and the way the material seemed to promise comfort and fit.

Elaris watched me intently, his face bright with anticipation, but I couldn't help pausing, letting the moment stretch just a little longer.

Finally, we both made our way back to the shop owner, and as usual, the owner greeted Elaris with her usual calm, neutral expression.

"Go ahead and change in the back," she instructed him, her voice steady and unhurried, as if this were a routine she had repeated countless times.

Elaris nodded and disappeared behind the small curtain that marked the changing area.

When he emerged, his face seemed to glow.

The corners of his mouth lifted into a genuine smile, and I could tell immediately that he liked the swimsuit.

It fit him well, and there was a certain confidence in the way he held himself as he turned slightly to give me a view.

The relief and joy on his face were almost contagious, and I found myself smiling back at him without even thinking.

We returned to the shelf together and handed the swimsuit to the shop owner.

She examined it briefly, her hands moving over the fabric with a practiced ease, before she spoke the words that made me pause.

She told us the price, but it was far lower than I expected, significantly reduced, almost suspiciously so.

I raised an eyebrow, my instincts immediately alert.

There had to be a catch; no one just lowered prices this much without a reason.

Noticing my skeptical look, the shop owner simply smiled at me. It was a small, knowing smile, and it did nothing to clarify why the price was so drastically reduced.

I suppressed my doubts, taking a deep breath to steady myself, and handed her my money.

I insisted on paying with my own, determined not to let Elaris spend his.

This was my gift to him, a small gesture of appreciation and care, and I wanted it to come entirely from me.

With the transaction complete, we made our way out of the shop.

The market was busy, full of the usual hum of voices and the occasional call of vendors advertising their goods.

Elaris's eyes lit up suddenly as we passed a fruit stand, and I realized he wanted some oranges.

I smiled to myself and picked up a bag full of them, handing it to him.

As he bit into the first orange, the sour tang made his face scrunch up in a way that was both funny and endearing.

I couldn't help but chuckle at the expression, watching him continue to eat, the orange juice dripping slightly onto his fingers.

Eventually, we made our way back to our room. As we opened the door, we saw that the girls were already preparing to head out.

I called out to Sarah, and she told me that they were planning to go to the same shop to buy swimsuits.

I reached into the bag of oranges and held it out to them; each girl took one, smiling as they peeled and began to eat.

Tiamat finally approached me. She stopped near my side, her head bowed slightly, and asked in a calm, polite tone, "May I buy my own swimsuit?"

A slow, cold smile crept across my face. "No," I said, my voice firm yet controlled, "but you will come with us to the beach."

Tiamat's expression did not change at all.

She stood quietly, her posture straight, her gaze steady.

There was no protest, no flicker of hesitation. She simply remained by my side, accepting my words without question.

Meanwhile, Elaris had already fallen asleep on the couch.

It had been a long, tiring day for him, and I didn't want to disturb his rest.

I let him sleep peacefully, the steady rise and fall of his chest a reminder of just how exhausted he was.

The girls tried to pull me along as they prepared to leave, urging me to join them, but I refused.

I had something I needed to do, a disciplinary lesson for Tiamat that I had forgotten until now.

Once all the girls had gone out, I carefully moved Elaris from the couch to his bed in his room.

His breathing was deep and even, and I took a moment to ensure he was comfortable, tucking the blanket around him with gentle care.

With him settled, I left and walked to the living room.

We are now alone, just me and Tiamat in the house, the master and the maid.

I straightened my back, a gesture that felt necessary to set the tone. I called her to me, my voice steady and authoritative, commanding without shouting.

She obeyed immediately, stepping closer with the same calm, composed demeanor she had shown all day.

"Take yours clothes off" I ordered, and she instantly obeyed, taking her clothes off without shyness.

Her bare skin glimmered under the light, I cupped her cheeks, rubbing her slim, it was soft and delicate.

"Kneel" I said, and she instantly fell on her knees, kneeling to me in a shameful dogeza position.

Her rear perked up, showing her heart shaped ass as she knelt, her forehead touching the ground, brushing my feet.

I sighed, and reached down my belt, and taking it off, my pants fell.

Tiamat didn't lift her head all the time, patiently waiting for my orders.

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