The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Kat returned from lunch and saw the red blinking light indicating she had a voice message. Her business partner, Cheryl, had been busy all morning and was still on the phone. Although the two women jointly owned KC Cleaning, they made the decision to take care of their own clientele. That didn’t mean they couldn’t help each other out, but for the most part, Kat had her clients and Cheryl had hers.

Kat picked up her phone and played the message. She could faintly hear a man’s voice in the background, but it was mixed in with various weird noises and sounds. She listened to it four more times and gave up. If the customer really wanted her services, they would call back. Cheryl got off the phone and handed Kat a message.

“Customer called and requested a cleaning two times a week.”

“You’re not taking them?”

“They specifically asked for Kat.” Cheryl smiled. “Someone’s building a reputation.”

Business started to pick up after a slight change in marketing where she made the switch in professional name from Kathy to Kat. Kat was so fun, fresh, and friendly. It made her more approachable than the older sounding Kathy. Once they met her in person, it always sealed the deal.

Kat searched for the potential client’s house on-line and discovered it was secluded in a quiet part of town. The kind of neighborhood for the old and retired. Normally she would decline clients in secluded areas, however the neighborhood had nothing but a good reputation and she decided to at least do an inspection first. There were too many horror stories in the cleaning business because people never did an inspection and only learned after that it should have been a hard pass.

Kat drove up the long driveway and pulled up to the house. Whatever she looked at on the Internet was not what she saw before her. In place of the old beat up house was a sleek modern white and black house with floor to ceiling windows throughout the top floor. From the looks of the yard, they also invested in a landscaping service.

Kat had a good feeling about this client. Someone with a house like that must be worth working for. She parked the car in front of the closed two-car garage and got out. Smoothing her skirt out and internally calming the nerves, she knocked on the door. Meeting new customers was an awkward experience. She was an attractive young woman with vibrant blue eyes and long red hair. Every guy, young and old, thought they might have a shot with her. It took a few weeks to get over that hump, but after that, it was smooth sailing with the client.

An older man answered the door.

“Hello. I… sorry, I was expecting someone younger from our conversation on the phone.”

Kat squeezed her lips. Not a great start by insulting the client’s age.

“The owner is a busy man. Any services related to the house; you will deal with me personally.” The man said.

“And you are?”

“You can call me Mr. Wallace. Now please do come in.”

Mr. Wallace stepped aside and motioned her in. The inside was exactly how she expected it from the outside. White walls with beige hardwood floors and accents of black in every room. The place looked spotless. Why would they need a cleaner?

“Should you sign our contract, we are obligating you to only clean three rooms at the moment. After four weeks, if we like what you’ve down, we will include the rest of the house.” Mr. Wallace said. “If you follow me, I will show you the first room.”

Kat nodded and followed Mr. Wallace. Usually the owner wanted the entire house cleaned, which was sometimes impossible given how messy people could be. The limited rooms and cleanliness were already checking a lot of her boxes off. As they passed the hallway, Kat noticed a large red door at the end. It was so out of place with the rest of the house, she wondered what was behind it.

She turned back and saw Mr. Wallace patiently waiting for her.

“What’s behind the red door?”

“Am I hiring a professional cleaner or a detective?

Kat squeezed her lips tight. She really didn’t want to lose this job. It twice the money for less work than she normally did. Mr. Wallace and Kat entered the open concept kitchen. Its black cupboards stretched around one corner with a matching island in the middle of the white tiled floor. On the opposite side of the room was the dining table with six chairs around it.

It had become a habit to be vigilant about potential problem areas while cleaning, but Kat couldn’t see anything. The counters were clear, the floor was clean and there were no dishes in sight.

“This is the kitchen.” Mr. Wallace said in a tone that reminded her of a teacher addressing a class full of misbehaving kids. “Here you will do the dishes, wipe down all surfaces, dust all surfaces, sweep the floor and mop the floor.”

Standard cleaning. Except usually when the customer said that, the counter was fully cluttered, and the floor was too gross to even walk on. How would she fill the expected time if everything was already so clean? The only thing out of place was a small red mat in the corner of the kitchen. There were no indications what it was for, but the red color caught her eye and reminded her of the mysterious door.

“Any questions?”

She wanted to ask about the mat, but fearing another sly comment, withheld her question. Soon enough she’d find all the answers once she worked at the house long enough.

“No, sir.” Kat said to show some respect. She already called him old and wasted his time, behaving like a true professional, like Kathy, would serve her better for the remainder of the inspection.

Mr. Wallace turned and brought her to the next room. The living room. Again, her mind to went to work searching the floor, furniture, and walls, and again nothing was out of place.

“This is the living room. Here you will vacuum the furniture, vacuum the floor, put away any items, water the plants and dust.”

In the middle of the room, Kat noticed a large mirror. It had a red frame which clashed with everything else. Another mystery to be solved.

Mr. Wallace continued the tour to the final spot, the main floor bathroom.

“This is the bathroom. Here you will clean the toilets, clean the sink, clean the shower and scrub the floors.”

The bathroom was about triple the size of her apartment bathroom. From her quick inspection, it looked liked the bathroom hadn’t been used in years. This might be the easiest job she ever accepted. Even if she took the time to clean everything over, there was nothing the client could complain about.

As they walked out, Kat spotted a red electric toothbrush resting on the corner of the vanity. Why was there a toothbrush in the main floor bathroom? Maybe it belonged to Mr. Wallace. Kat cast the thought aside and came full circle at the entrance. Mr. Wallace opened a door to a small empty closet in the entrance hallway.

“You will put your belongings in here prior to your cleaning.” Mr. Wallace said.

“Understood, sir.”

Usually she found her own spot in a house, so it was nice to have a designated area for her purse.

“Shall I send you over the contract?” Mr. Wallace said.

“Do I get to meet the owner?”

“Not today.”

Kat bit her lip. A man of mystery. He could be a hot young stud. Or he could be a creepy old man. If she was dealing with Mr. Wallace, then she already had an idea of what the day-to-day client was going to be like. Besides, she’d be crazy to turn down a job she could do in her sleep.

“Please do, I’m looking forward to working here.”

“There’s one other thing.” Mr. Wallace said as he pulled a phone from his pocket. “Besides email, this is how we will contact you.”

Kat grabbed the phone. It was brand new and looked like the latest model.

“You’re giving this to me?”

“As long as you are employed here, you may keep the phone. There’s unlimited calls, texts and data.”

Kat blushed. “Well thank you, that’s super generous.”

She placed the phone in her purse. This was the like the dream client every entrepreneur hoped for. Kat said goodbye and went on her way. She was excited to get started.

“How was the client inspection.” Cheryl said as Kat entered the office.

“Interesting.” Kat said putting her things down. “He has like a…butler I guess, who watches over the house. I didn’t actually meet the client himself.”

“So, are you going to take it?”

“It’s like double the normal rate, I’d be foolish not to.”

Kat didn’t want to rub in all the other amenities or clean state of the house. She knew how envious she got when Cheryl came back beaming about a new client.

“Good luck, girlfriend.” Cheryl said.

“How was your morning?”

“Ughh.” Cheryl said. “Lucas called me again. Wants me to do another shoot.”

When they first met, Kat was envious of Cheryl’s natural, beautiful blond hair and curvy body. She modeled when she was younger until she eventually became a playboy bunny. After a few years, she slowly fell out of love with the business and opted to do modeling on the side with the ambition of running her own business. Kat had expressed interest in starting a cleaning business and the two went to work on the plan. A few moths later, KC Cleaning was up and running, both girls with goals of one day owning their own home.

Unlike Kat, Cheryl had plenty of exes, mostly from when she was in the industry. But none were more passionate and unwilling to let go than Lucas. He was the last tie she had, which is why Cheryl couldn’t cut him loose so easily. The worst part of all was his nickname for her: Bunny.

“What kind of shoot?”

“Domestic maid. It’s for some lifestyle magazine.”

“You going to do it?”

Kat knew the answer. Cheryl always complained, yet she always came through. And they were always sexy photos. She’d give Lucas credit where credit was due, he was one hell of a photographer.

“We’ll see.”

An email popped up drawing Kat’s attention to her screen. It was the contract from Mr. Wallace. She opened the document on her computer and read it. All standard contract stuff including the pay and time. But there was one rule that was not mentioned. Kat was to wear the maid’s uniform provided to her. If the owner had guests, he wanted roles to be established to avoid confusion. It was an understandable position, but she wished she had some input into the outfit. Some outfits weren’t meant for housework despite the way media portrayed them. If she didn’t like it, was it worth bringing up? There was only one way to find out.

Kat showed up half an hour early and was greeted by an appreciative Mr. Wallace. She needed time to get dressed and didn’t want to waste the employer’s time. Mr. Wallace led her to a guest room where the outfit was laid out on the bed. Kat had mixed feelings about the uniform. She was expecting a sexually appealing uniform to the point that it was a foregone conclusion in her mind. Instead it was plain black dress that stopped just above the knees complete with a white apron, gloves, and headband. There were no designated shoes which meant she’d stick with her black sneakers. Overall, there was nothing sexy about it besides the person wearing it.

The irony of being disappointed she didn’t have to flaunt around in a sexy two piece complete with garter, stockings and heels wasn’t lost on her. It was the aspect of being forced to do it that got her mind going. Choosing to wear that was just asking to be treated inappropriately. If such a generous client wanted that, how could she say no?

Kat put on the uniform, which was a perfect fit, and placed her clothes in her purse. She looked in the mirror and despite what she was given to work with, still managed to make the bland uniform look flattering with her B cup tits providing a little cleavage thanks to her push-up bra. She tied her red hair up in a ponytail behind the headband. It was time to get to work.

Kat started in the kitchen and did her scheduled tasks. The first few tasks went by so fast, she slowed down to ensure she finished in the allotted time. There were no other jobs in the morning time slot, and she didn’t want to short her pay because she was too efficient. All she had to do was meticulously inspect each area to ensure it was thoroughly cleaned. It wasn’t being dishonest, if she was making an honest effort with the time.

After her final duty of scrubbing the floor, Kat moved out of the kitchen and headed towards the living room. She stopped in the hall and stared at the red door. Her ears perked up as a sound carried down the hall. She couldn’t quite make out what the sound was, but the source couldn’t be more apparent. Kat walked slowly towards the red door. Such a random aesthetic choice for a beautiful home. The only purpose for something so bold was a conversation piece for guests. Which meant something cool had to be behind it.

As she got closer, the sound was still unrecognizable, even as she stood right in front of it. She turned her head and put her ear to the door. The sound stopped. Kat moved away from the door, her head suddenly spinning. She took a moment to orientate herself as her head felt a strange sensation. The sound returned drawing her attention back to the door. Except it wasn’t coming from the door. Somehow the new phone she was given was in her apron pocket, even though she distinctly remembered leaving it in her purse. Along with it were two wireless earphones playing music synced from the phone. It was the same mysterious sound she thought was coming from behind the door. Putting the earphone on, she realized it was techno music with crazy binaural sounds and incomprehensible lyrics. How did they know what her favorite music was?

In her few years of cleaning, it never occurred to her to wear headphones for music. But hearing the beats that focused her mind on daydreaming while her body carried out the routine, mundane work, made her realize what she was missing out on. Kat checked her watch and noticed how much time had passed since the kitchen. She had two rooms to do with not much time left. Thankfully, there wasn’t much that could noticeably be missed from a quick clean. Grooving to the music as she strolled down the hall, Kat went back to work to finish her first day.

“Perfect. Now give me some bedroom eyes.”

The camera flashed twice more. Cheryl’s eye’s narrowed as she stood with one foot on the bed and one foot on the ground in what was one of the most ridiculous maid costumes she’d ever seen. Black lingerie with a small white apron, choker, headband, and pair of gloves as accessories. Her heels were also unnecessarily high at 6-inches. Being in the cleaning business, the idea of wearing this outfit while doing laborious tasks was an amusing notion. With one hand on her hip, she moved the feather duster around in a dusting motion with her other hand.

“Perfect. Hold still, Bunny.”

Cheryl froze in what she hoped was her last pose. Being called Bunny triggered unwanted memories of their past life together. It was a relationship she tried desperately to make work, but when the other side refused to help, it was destined to be a lost cause. A small part of her held out hope, although she would never tell him that. If she did, he would be feeding her lie after lie until they were back together. And that would jeopardize everything she’d built with Kat and a chance at a happy life.

“Awesome job. The client is really going to love this spread.” Lucas said.

Cheryl dropped the pose and cheery attitude. Their business transaction was done.

“Can I get my cut now?”

“Whoa girl, give me a second to put my equipment away.”

Cheryl took her phone out and waited patiently. Lucas was always a dick at the end of the shoots. Yet, she still showed up. After 10 minutes, Lucas came back with his money box. He placed it on the high table between them and leaned on the closed lid.

“Proposition for you.”

“No.”

Lucas laughed. “I’ll give you an extra $1,500.”

Cheryl’s eyes opened wide.

“Now I’ve got your attention.” Lucas said. “All you have to do is wear that sexy outfit and work as my maid for a hot date I have.”

Cheryl couldn’t believe the balls on Lucas. Always pushing the envelope. Did he really expect his ex to attend to his every need while he slept with another girl? He was out of his mind if he thought…

“Bunny, I’ll make it $2,000 plus tips. Final offer.”

5 hours work for $2,000. She was lucky to make that in two weeks, sometimes one on a good week. It was pride or money, and she had to choose. Lucas grinned. Somehow, he already knew the answer.

Kat showed up for the second day already wearing the uniform and with her new earphones ready to go. She found a new play list with an 80’s vibe and danced with the rhythm as she got to work. The kitchen was quick work again, until she got to the floor. It seemed unusually dirty compared to her last few visits. There were a lot of dirt marks and footprints throughout. Maybe the owner had a party. Kat went to work scrubbing. It was the first real work she felt made a difference in the house. In the middle of the floor, there was one dirty mark that swirled around, almost like a spiral. Kat started on the outskirts and scrubbed around it. But instead of moving the brush within, she continued in a circular motion. The center of the mark drew her attention as she stared. Slowly she moved the brush around. Staring in the middle.

Her watched chimed. Kat looked around dazed. The mark was gone and in its place was a floor that had been scrubbed almost too clean. Kat stood up feeling an ache down below. There was a sense of satisfaction in her body that she couldn’t explain. The alarm was to signal her water break. Mr. Wallace had noticed on her first shift that she barely drank any water and told her it was required to stay hydrated. She licked her chapped lips and realized just how dehydrated her mouth and throat were.

Kat filled the set out metallic bowl with water and placed it on the red mat. She got on her hands and knees and lowered her head to drink. It was a rare trait to find a client being considerate of her well-being. After Kat was done drinking, she went back to work.

Cheryl showed up to Lucas’s loft dressed in the requested outfit. Even on the walk from the car to his building, people eyed her up like a hooker looking for a john. It was uncomfortable, but she brought a change of clothes for after. There was no way she was walking back out in her whore get-up. Lucas was delighted and gave her a rare sincere compliment about how her curves filled out the costume well. Checking herself out in the full-length mirror in the living room, she had to admit, she looked like a blond bombshell.

Immature thoughts crossed her mind. What if this whole plan was just to get her in his loft all horny from wearing the costume. It was definitely a move in his repertoire. He approached her with that look in his eye. Was he going to try and pick her up again? Given the circumstances, could she even resist?

“So, when my date arrives, I want you to take their shoes off and then take their purse into the living room. I’ve also hired a private chef, so I don’t need you there. Although we both know that wouldn’t go over well.” Lucas said. Of course, he’d throw a jab at her culinary skills. “So, I just need you to bring us anything we need and then clean up our messes. Sound good?”

Cheryl nodded. The fantasy of being won over by her ex shattered in her mind. It was a foolish thought anyway. She refocused on her task for the evening. Just do the bare minimum, get through, and collect her money. That was the goal. But who was the new girl and what was she like? A knocked signaled the answer.

“You’re up. Oh, and when I request something, please say, yes sir. Got to demonstrate that respect in front of the new girl.” Lucas said.

Cheryl swallowed her pride. “Yes, sir.”

She walked to the entrance naturally striding like she was on a runway. Something she couldn’t help when wearing such a revealing outfit. She opened the door and her jaw dropped in surprise.

“Cheryl?”

“Cindy. What the hell are you doing here?”

“I thought you and Lucas broke up.”

“We did, Cindy. I’ve just hired your sister as a maid for the evening. Now is this going to be a problem?” Lucas looked at Cheryl.

She clenched her jaw. Her little sister, Cindy, always wanted to be like her. Despite being 7 years apart, they almost looked like twins with their cascading blond hair, double D chest and curvy body. Because Cheryl dated Lucas, that immediately made him a target of interest for Cindy. Monkey see, monkey do. The sisters had a great relationship with each other, but it annoyed Cheryl how many times Cindy tried to copy her.

Of course, Lucas knew all this. He probably played the nice guy card to lure Cindy in, just like he did with Cheryl many years ago. And they both fell hook, line, and sinker. His smug look told her all she needed to know. It was a challenge for her pride.

Cindy waited in confusion. With her hand still on the doorknob, she seemed happy just to leave the awkward situation. Cheryl straightened up. Lucas wasn’t going to win this one. She was going to stick it through and take his money.

“No, sir. It’s not going to be a problem.”

“Good.” Lucas smiled. “Now help my guest with her shoes.”

“Yes, sir.”

Cheryl looked her sister in the eye before kneeling before her. She grabbed her right red high heel and slid it off revealing her fresh sparkling red toenails. It’s as if Cindy was going through the same fashion phase Cheryl went through at that age. She wore a tight red dress to match her red nails and heels with an accenting black purse and cute headband, which had a small ribbon off to the right side. She longed for those days when life was all about making sure she looked good.

Off came the other shoe. Cheryl looked up at her baby sister who was now enjoying her sister’s predicament. She had nothing against Cheryl, but she was known as the sister to take advantage of scenarios, and this one was going to be milked for all it was worth.

“Thank you… What do I call her?” Cindy looked at Lucas.

“Call her Bunny.”

“Thanks, Bunny.”

Cheryl put the shoes aside and stood up. Being on her sister’s beck and call, sparked a feeling of pleasure she never felt before. The effect it was having on her mind and body surprised her.

“Say you’re welcome to your mistress, Bunny.”

The rules kept changing and now with her sister clued in, was the money really going to be worth it. Her future potential house flashed in her mind. Every little bit counted until she was locked into a mortgage.

“You’re welcome, mistress.”

“Bring my purse into the living room.” Cindy handed her sister the purse then walked up to Lucas and gave him a big kiss.

Cheryl waited patiently as her ex-boyfriend and sister made out in front of her. It was going to be a long night.

Kat sat alone in her living room. She invited Cheryl to hang out, but she had other plans. One of the downsides of living on her own was that when everyone was busy, unless she wanted to go out and meet new people, she was stuck at home. With nothing else to do, Kat decided to clean out her closet. It was on her to-do list for well over a year, but there was never any time.

Clothes flew everywhere. On the bed. On the floor. On the dresser. The only way to clean it was to gut it and start over, throwing out anything she wasn’t going to wear again. A few hours went by and half the mess was cleaned up. It had been an efficient night so far, but she was starting to feel drowsy. Moving a pile of old dresses into the donation bin, she came across her old Halloween costumes. Princess, Harley Quinn, Anna from frozen. She had a bad habit of saving them all despite buying a new one every year. She tossed the costumes into the donation bin and noticed two more at the bottom of the pile. A French maid costume and a cat costume. She smiled at the fond memories where she wore both for her first and second year of college, respectively. Quite the promiscuous girl back then. The French maid outfit was the only costume she wore more than once, using it to serve one of her guy friends and his buddies on a fun Friday night. What happened to that girl?

Kat grabbed the cat ears headband and put them on. Such a fun little costume. She kept the cat ears on as she cleaned up the rest of her clothes until finally settling down on the couch. She felt a lump in her pocket as she laid down and pulled out her new phone and headphones. Browsing the music App, there were plenty of playlists still listed as new. Popping the headphones on, Kat laid back and played a new rap album, one of her favorite genres. She loved how the lyrics demeaned and objectified women. Truthfully, besides providing services for men, a woman’s best assets were her mouth, pussy, tits, and ass. The proof was all over social media, but no one drew attention to it as much as rappers. Probably because they were the only ones who could get away with. Kat remembered one guy who tried to call out a co-worker for dressing slutty after she complained about people staring at her cleavage. He was promptly fired for sexual harassment. Kat would never do that. She wanted her clients to like what they saw. She was in their house providing a service and it was their rules she needed to follow. It was an idea Kat had never thought of before, but there was so much she had to learn about being a maid. Her mind grew tired and she closed her eyes, letting the lyrics lull her to sleep.

Cheryl stood to the side holding a wine bottle in one hand with a cloth draped over her other arm. She felt more ridiculous as the dinner wore on. Standing in her tight lingerie or maid uniform, if it could even be called that, waiting around like she was less important than her sister or Lucas. How did real maids internally deal with the unwritten power rules at play? By complying and obeying she was saying, yes Lucas, you are more powerful than I am. By adding her sister to the mix, reading between the lines, her sister now held more power as well. And knowing her sister, she would challenge that power with stupid favors at somewhere like a family dinner.

“Bunny, more wine please.” Cindy said.

“Yes, mistress.”

Cheryl walked over and poured the wine into her sister’s glass, making sure not to spill. She did the same for Lucas and returned to her position.

“You really trained her well.” Cindy said.

“Money can do many things.” Lucas said.

“How far do you think she’ll let you go?”

Talking while she was right there demonstrated the power shift. They didn’t care if she knew, the assumption was if more money was offered, she would comply and carry out her duties.

“Let’s find out.” Lucas said. “Bunny, take off your bra.”

“Yes, sir.”

Cheryl put the wine bottle on the side counter and unsnapped her bra. She threw it on the ground, off to the side, and grabbed the wine bottle to retake her position. This was the first time her sister ever saw her tits, which grew the sexual tension between the three. She hated Lucas for the current situation, and she was doing it for the money, but she couldn’t deny that her mind was having thoughts she’d never dreamed of.

Cindy and Lucas ignored her as they ate the rest of their main dish. She stood like a decoration to their meal, waiting for her next set of orders. They talked about their careers, what they hoped to accomplish and the many opportunities that came up in the industry. Cindy was scheduled to start college, but with her sister’s success in the entertainment industry, she wanted to give it her own shot. Cheryl knew her sister thought she was crazy for derailing the momentum her career was gaining in order to start a cleaning business, but she was too young to understand the dangerous game people had to play to make it to the top. Once you were at the top, you were set, but to get up there was to take your pride and dignity and let them never see the light of day again. Even Lucas was up to no good, using the nice guy persona to have Cindy open up. Soon she would learn the hard way.

Their napkins hit their plates, signalling the end of the meal. Cheryl emptied the wine into their glasses and cleared the dishes from the table. Lucas joined her in the kitchen and called over the chef.

“Here is the maid that is going to be the dessert dish as discussed. I’ll have her get on the table and then you can set up her body.”

“Sounds good, sir.” The chef said.

Lucas looked at Cheryl. “Still sticking around?”

Cheryl wanted to slap the smug look off his face. Using her as a prop and tricking her sister into a false sense of security. She wished she hated him, but the deep love for him was still there. The only thing she could do was take his money.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good Bunny.” Lucas patted her on the head.

Lucas and Cindy left the room while Cheryl laid on the table, ready to be set up as the dessert dish. A tray was set on top off her stomach just below her breasts with two dishes inside. Her hands held two more dishes which contained the toppings strawberries and raspberries. Whipped cream covered her tits and pussy as an additional topping choice. Her mouth was blocked with a custom-made ball gag that had a lit candle attached. Once everything was in place, Chery had to remain still. Any movement could potentially spill, ruining the entire dessert. She waited patiently, feeling the cold sensations around her body.

The lovebirds returned for their dessert looking disheveled. While she was being made into a dessert dish, her sister and ex were exploring each other’s bodies. The humiliating feelings continued to pile up. They sat down and commented on the beautiful dish, but not directly addressing Cheryl. She was part of the dish and they treated her like that. At least she was lying down. The cool sensations of the whip cream on her tits and pussy slowly faded as they were used with the other dishes. The candle slowly dwindled down, and she felt the wax trail down over her lips. If there was one thing that was certain, it was that she was going above and beyond in her duties.

After dessert, Cheryl cleaned up and joined Lucas and Cindy in the living room. They were enjoying another glass of wine together, listening to a light music track that set the mood. It reminded Cheryl of her first date, right down to the exact type of wine. She knew what was coming next and she had to stand there and watch. Maybe they’d finally send her away for the evening.

Lucas made the first move and kissed Cindy. They locked lips as Cheryl stood beside the couch with her arms by her side. She didn’t have to watch it, but the sounds of lips smacking together didn’t make things any better.

Cindy broke her kiss and looked at her sister.

“Bunny, please give me a foot massage, my feet are sore.”

Cheryl clenched her fists in anger. That little brat. Of course she’d keep the humiliating favors going.

“Yes, mistress.”

Cheryl walked over and knelt in front while they continued their make out session. She grabbed her sister’s feet and started to massage. She didn’t want to stare, but there was nothing else to look at. It was all playing out exactly as it had for her, except now she was just a bystander. On cue, Lucas’s hand moved down Cindy’s body and up her dress. His fingers slipped by her damp thong and into her pussy. Cheryl had the unfortunate up-skirt view of all the action.

Not much else attention was paid to Cheryl as Lucas and Cindy focused on each other. She went into almost a mindless trance as her hands massaged her sister’s feet like a good little servant. Her eyes were drawn to the fingers moving in and out of her sister’s pussy. This was going to be one of her most humiliating yet gratifying maid jobs she’d ever done. Watching her sister being taken by her ex while she subserviently gave her a foot massage, triggered a feeling of submissiveness. She always thought she was a dominant type, but what kind dominant would find themselves in this position. Even her job of being a cleaner was a submissive act. She did the jobs people would rather pay money than do themselves.

Before the foreplay got hot and heavy, Lucas stood up and grabbed Cindy’s hand leading her to his bedroom. Cheryl reluctantly followed hoping they’d shut the door in her face. That was not the case. Lucas already had his shirt off and was in the process of taking his pants off.

“Bunny, stand here with your arms spread out.” Cindy said.

“Yes, mistress.” Cheryl said and moved to the bottom of the bed with her arms out wide.

Cindy took off her wet panties and shoved them in Cheryl’s mouth. The rest of the clothes were collected and hung on Cheryl like a clothing rack. Lucas’s pants hunger over her right arm, Cindy’s bra on her right hand, Lucas’s boxers around her neck and so forth. Cheryl maintained her pose as the taste of her sister swirled around in her mouth.

The couple resumed their passionate session on the bed as Cheryl towered over them like a clothing scarecrow, watching their every move. The only difference between this and her time with Lucas, besides the presence of a maid, was the first sexual position. Cheryl was a fan of cowgirl, but she knew Cindy loved doggy. In fact, Cheryl heard so many slutty stories about her sister’s preference for doggy style, she gained the nick name doggy in some circles.

Her sister took the lead and crawled towards Cheryl with a mischievous smile. Lucas wasted no time entering her from behind. Cindy planted her hands and moved back and forth enthusiastically. They made eye contact as she fucked her ex and enjoyed every minute of it.

All Cheryl could do was maintain her pose and stare. From the moment Lucas made the offer and the moment she saw her sister walk through the door; Cheryl knew there was a chance they’d both take advantage of her. If it wasn’t for the money, she would have walked out at the first sign of trouble. But she made a deal and if there’s one thing Lucas was good for; it was honoring deals. She stuck it out this far as their maid and she wasn’t going to quit now.

Her body was having its own reactions, each humiliating experience building on the last. Her mind recognized her helplessness as she stood and watched her sister and ex fuck. She desperately wanted to play with her pussy but knew she couldn’t move. She was there to be their clothes rack. That didn’t stop the physical reaction. Her pussy started leaking onto her black lace thong. By the end of the night, it would be wetter than the thong in her mouth.

Kat hopped and skipped as she finished up the counters. It was her third shift and things were going great with the client. She hadn’t seen Mr. Wallace since the first day and was given free reign of the few rooms she was allowed in. But the red door still had her curiosity piqued. She wanted to see beyond it. Why was it so special? The inability to answer the question bothered her, but it did not detract from her good mood.

The living room was probably the easiest room to clean. There was never anything out of place and the only real work was dusting and sweeping. First there was the bookshelf then the table. After that it was the grandfather clock with a modern twist. Instead of an old wooden clock with a giant gold pendulum, the entire clock was silver and metallic. The sounds remained the same with each pendulum swing. Kat stopped and stared. Back and forth and back and forth.

The alarm sounded on her watch snapping her back to reality. She heard the familiar beat and voice of Biggie Smalls hit song, ring through her ears.

“Biggie Biggie Biggie, can’t you see, sometimes your words just hypnotize me.”

Kat smiled, what a catchy tune. She checked the time and realized she needed to move to the bathroom soon. She felt a damp spot in her underwear but ignored it, chalking it up to sweat. The next item to dust was the red framed mirror. She started at the top and moved down until she was staring at her reflection. But it wasn’t her she was staring at. The girl before her wore a sexy maid uniform. A lace black bra and thong with a garter belt attached to sexy black stockings covering her long legs complete with 5-inch black heels. Her red hair was wound tightly in a bun and on top of her head were the cat ears headband. Around her neck was a collar with the tag marked ‘Kat’ indicating she was owned. Her image turned to the side revealing a cat tail attached to a butt plug nestled in her ass.

The whole image was shocking, something Kat could never imagine wearing under any circumstances. Her reflection blew her a kiss wearing paw like gloves on the palm, with finger holes that allowed her long acrylic nails to pop through. The way she moved was intoxicating.

“Biggie Biggie Biggie, can’t you see, sometimes your words just hypnotize me.”

Kat shook her head and looked at the plain uniform before her. It oozed with zero sex appeal. Was there something she could do to spice it up? The thought planted in her mind. She moved on to finish her cleaning.

Kat walked in the door and dropped her keys on the counter. Another long day of cleaning. Somehow the days she spent cleaning the new client’s house flew by and the days she spent cleaning other clients dragged on. Maybe it was the lack of work, or the specific uniform or maybe it was the music she used. It was a mystery. One thing is for sure, she was glad she accepted the client.

Now only if she could keep her own house clean. Business would be lost if they could see the irony in action, like going to a barber with a bad haircut. She wanted to change that. Clean should be her entire motto not just something for work. She’d start with the kitchen and the living room tonight, and then day by day, she’d add new rooms to complete until she had a clean apartment to maintain. It was time to get to work!

Of course, a maid needed her uniform. Kat pulled out her old Halloween costume. She slipped the black dress on with lace in the middle revealing her stomach. It was a bit tight, but it still fit. Next were the fishnet stockings and high heels. Boy, did she dress slutty back in the day. The last piece was the maid headband. Unlike the rest of the costume, it was bulky and seemed out of place. Instead she grabbed the cat ears headband. Much cuter.

Kat cleaned the kitchen and living room without taking a break. Like at work, she wanted to get the job done before relaxing. Because once her head hit the pillow, it was game over. The cleaning took a few hours and an exhausted Kat collapsed on the couch. It was time for her reward. She popped her headphones on, closed her eyes and rested as a new playlist filled her mind.

It had been a few days since her evening with Lucas and Cindy. Thankfully, Cheryl hadn’t heard from either. She wasn’t even sure if they were still seeing each other. Kat cheerfully entered and went straight to her desk after a brief greeting. Not that she wasn’t always in a good mood, but her attitude lately seemed more bubbly than usual.

“What are you all cheery about?”

“No reason. Just happy with our growing business.” Kat said. “How was the shoot the other day?”

Should she tell her the truth? It was good, then I ended up as a maid for my ex-boyfriend and my sister. That didn’t seem weird.

“Fine. Standard stuff.”

“Did he try his usual tricks?”

“Nope, just did the shoot and left.”

“Hmm. Maybe people do change.”

Kat went back to work. Upon closer inspection, her outfit seemed less conservative and more on the promiscuous side with a little more skin and full makeup. Maybe she was seeing someone. That would explain the behavior. Everyone was seeing someone but her.

Her mind switched back to the evening. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop thinking about it. Cheryl locked her computer and rushed to the one-person washroom she shared with Kat. Locking the door, she pulled down her sweatpants and panties and sat down on the toilet. Her fingers found their way into her pussy and she started playing with herself. Why was that experience so hot? She remembered being at her sister’s feet being forced to take her shoes off. Then being forced as a bystander, watching her ex use her sister like a sex toy. She wanted to be in that position. She wanted to be his sex toy. Instead, Lucas went for the younger, hotter version. Cheryl was relegated as a maid. Like her career going from model to cleaner, it signified her apparent preferred position in life. A submissive maid ready to receive orders and carry out commands.

Her fingers quickened as her other hand worked her clit. What kind of girl lets her sister fuck her man in front of her? Images of the night flashed through her mind strengthening the building release. She watched them for the better part of two hours fucking in various positions acting like she wasn’t even there. Her sister let her keep the panties in her mouth, which she did as a memento. She pictured their orgasm together and finally enjoyed one herself as she muffled a moan through her half-closed mouth.

On Kat’s fourth visit, the kitchen and living room went by like a breeze. There wasn’t much to clean so Kat ensured her specific tasks were done with care. Before heading to the bathroom to complete her final tasks, she stopped in the kitchen for a drink from her dish. Even with less work done, she always felt thirsty after each room.

The bathroom was Kat’s favorite room to clean, which was usually the opposite for other houses. Most bathrooms she came across were disgusting, to the point she wished she wore a hazmat suit. But not this bathroom. It was as clean as the kitchen, if not cleaner. The marble counter vanity was large enough to place many items on, but it was empty. The walk-in shower with a detachable head was the nicest set-up she’d ever seen, but there were hardly any signs of use. The toilet had no marks and the flush was smooth. Nothing indicated that the bathroom ever got used, which was a shame because she would kill for a bathroom even half the size with the same amenities.

Kat sprayed the mirror with cleaner and wiped. Behind her hand, she caught a glimpse of herself in the cat ears headband. She wanted to stylize her bland costume and adding the cat ears headband seemed like the cutest option. She smiled and her reflection smiled back. A cleaning business was a means to an end, but now she realized why she was drawn to it. Servicing people was her duty and it was only right that they got to pick her outfit. If they wanted her in a sexy French maid costume, she would work in a French maid costume. If they wanted her in a sexy, leather cat costume, she would work in a sexy, leather cat costume. If they wanted her in the nude, she would work in the nude. Who was she to tell them no? They were gracious enough to let her come and clean, she should be gracious enough to wear whatever they wanted so they felt comfortable in their own home.

Once the mirror was cleared, she ran the water in the sink. The constant noise and flow from the tap held her gaze as she stared, mesmerized by the water. The alarm on her watch sounded as her favorite song ‘Blurred Lines’ brought her awareness back.

‘Okay, now he was close

Tried to domesticate you

But you’re an animal

Baby, it’s in your nature (Meow)’

Kat turned off the tap. Her lower body was suddenly in discomfort. Last time her pussy and ass felt like this, it was after an intense fuck with a one-night stand. Her hips were a bit sore as she stood back on her high heels, another new addition to her uniform. No one said cleaning was easy. She opened the top draw of the vanity. Inside was the red electric toothbrush she saw on her first visit but hadn’t seen since. She picked it up and turned it on. The hard vibration reminded her of one of her toys. She bit her lip. Even with the pain in her lower body, she was incredibly horny like she had built up pleasure that was demanding to be released.

Kat sat on the toilet seat and went to pull down her thong, but it was missing. She could have sworn she wore one. Perhaps in her adventurous mindset, she opted to go without. Pulling up her dress, she placed the handle of the toothbrush over her clit and flicked on the switch. A loud moan escaped her lips with the initial contact. Her hand flew to cover her mouth, like a lid on a boiling kettle. The last thing she wanted was to be fired for playing with herself on the job. That reference wouldn’t look good with new clients.

With the initial surprise feeling of bliss out of the way, Kat’s other hand moved from her mouth down to her pussy, using two fingers to slowly work in and out as she held the vibrating handle with pressure on her pleasure spot. Kat’s mind filled with thoughts of being fucked and used in her maid’s uniform. Isn’t that what maids were supposed to do? Service people in whatever means necessary. It wasn’t just about cleaning; it was about making the owner’s life easier. If her owner needed quick sexual relief, her mouth should be available to allow them to do that. It was another service she needed to add. Anything to make a client’s life easier. That was a maid’s motto.

Her imagination pictured a man, but she couldn’t quite make out the face. He was fucking her mouth, then her ass, then her pussy. And she was letting him. She needed to make his life easier with her body. As he pounded away at her pussy, Kat’s mind was losing control. She didn’t even notice the loud moaning and screaming, which echoed throughout the bathroom.

The man in her mind’s voice was deep. And confident. His hand caressed her breast and he said, “Cum for me, my Kitty Kat.”

Kat let out a long scream as her pussy squirted all over the floor, creating a puddle surrounding the toilet. As the pleasured faded, so did the image of the man. After her mind settled, she caught her breath and took note of the mess she made. Whatever came over her, it was worth it for the orgasm. She licked her fingers clean and stood up. Now there was some real work to be done.

Cheryl checked her bank account and finally saw her payment from being a maid. Seeing the large transfer balance made it worth the trouble. Who was she kidding? The amount of times she got off to the memories, made it worth the trouble. Seeing her sister in normal circumstances was going to be an awkward scenario. Would she be the cute kid sister, or the bratty dominant mistress?

Kat entered the office carrying several bags.

“What’s in the bags?” Cheryl asked.

“I just thought of a whole new way to look at our business.”

Despite having separate clientele, it was still the same business. And if it involved the business, it required her full attention.

“What do you mean, we’re doing great.”

“Yes, but we could be doing better.” Kat said. “What comes to mind when you think of maid?”

“Someone who cleans.”

“Yes, and that’s the problem. Maids do more than that. The point of a maid is to make the client’s life easier.”

From her recent personal experience, Cheryl couldn’t object. In fact, it explained a lot of her behavior. Kat pulled out a sign and placed it on the desk for Cheryl to see:

‘All Purpose Maids: Anything to make your life easier.’

“Define anything.” Cheryl said.

Kat laughed. “Anything. Whatever task they want done, we do it. That’s what maids do.”

Cheryl didn’t like the idea. Her experience was with two people she knew and trusted. That’s why she went through with it. But doing that with a stranger. Letting her guard down in humiliating scenarios with someone who could be crazy. She didn’t want to attract that kind of business.

“Look Kat, I get your enthusiasm, but we’re a cleaning service. That’s it. We don’t need to offer any other service.”

For the first time in a while, Kat’s demeanor deflated. She must have really thought it through to be that disappointed.

“Fine, I’ll drop it, but you have to come clean this new house with me. That’s where the inspiration came from.” Kat said.

“The two-day a week client?”

Kat smiled and nodded.

“You give me the full pay of the visit and you got yourself a deal.”

Kat put her hand out and the business partners shook. What could one visit do to change her mind?