A Maid's Enchanted Garment
June felt nervous as she cautiously climbed the steep stairs leading to the dilapidated-looking house in front of her.
"What's this place?" she muttered to herself under her breath.
The huge front door suddenly opened, as if it had heard her. June frowned uneasily; she had only intended to have a bit of fun, not be plunged into a nightmare akin to a horror movie. A deep, authoritative voice called for her to enter from the house's interior, reminding her of her submissive status. She obliged and stepped inside. As she crossed the threshold, her little black dress get shredded on the door frame. Startled, she tried to cover herself up as her "master" emerged from the shadows. Tall and muscular, clad in a tight-fitting shirt, he was surprisingly handsome—but she was more concerned with her exposed body.
"Someone seems excited," her master remarked in a pleasant voice.
"No... I..." June stammered.
With quick, surprising speed, he placed his finger on her lips.
"Don't worry, I have something for you. Just kneel here and wait for me," he instructed.
June froze in place, her heart racing as she encountered her first hint of fetishistic commands.
Her master exited the room and returned a few minutes later, bearing a maid's uniform. Horrified, June questioned, "What's that?"
Ignoring her, he threw the garment at her feet.
Confused, she hesitantly picked it up and stared at it. It wasn't some cheap lingerie; it was a traditional maid's outfit.
June considered her situation, her humiliation and arousal clouding her thoughts. She decided to put on the uniform to cover up her nudity.
Exploring the new living space, June discovered it was a surprisingly pleasant, well-decorated house that represented her master's wealth. She changed into the maid's uniform, then stepped into the living room. Her master sat on a couch, holding an empty glass and appraising her with a predatory gaze. It was clear he found her intriguing.
"Come here and let me look at you," he commanded.
June walked up to him and stood in front of him, feeling a sense of shame at being exposed and unprotected. He slowly circled her, inspecting every inch of her. Then he approached the zipper on her back and pulled it all the way up. She felt a concerning snapping sound—a lock had been activated on the zipper.
"What did you do?" June inquired, panicking.
"I locked it," said her master simply.
She stared at her chest in horror as her breasts seemed to swell, transforming her below-average frames into large, perfectly-shaped breasts.
"Thank you, master," she stammered, unintentionally attracted to the change.
Her master's laughter rang through the room. "You're welcome, although I'm sure that's not what you meant to say." He smirked and caressed her new breasts; she tried to push him away but found her arms immobile. Her mind was also starting to slip away, her thoughts becoming incoherent.
"Go fetch me a drink," he barked.
June hesitated to leave but, not wanting to anger her master, she knelt, picked up his empty glass, and bowed her head in submission. When she stood up, she felt her body moving of its own volition as if an invisible puppeteer controlled her.
"Too slow, maid," he reprimanded.
Shocked at her lack of control, she handed him the glass.
June's life was turned upside down as her master began employing kinky techniques on her, manipulating her mind and body. She was left wondering what would become of her and growing increasingly concerned about the future. Cruelly, her master decided to punish her by removing his belt. Instruction: "Kneel in front of me," he commanded.
As she complied, he moved behind her and grabbed her arm, pulling her around so she knelt in front of him, facing away. The belt came down with a sharp crack across her back—and repeated twice more. She crumpled to the floor, still facing away.
"A proper maid should not have her face hidden," her master admonished as he pulled her up and turned her around. The pain lancing across her skin only heightened her arousal; she knew that was part of this degradation.
"Good girl," her master said with satisfaction as he ran his hands over her breasts, feeling her nipples harden under his touch.
June shifted uncomfortably, her skin burning from the spanking. Hating her lack of control, she longed to regain it. However, her efforts to resist her master's commands were futile; he controlled every aspect of her actions. The dress's zipper snapped, instantly unlocking her attire and leaving her shivering, nude, and exposed. Her feelings mirrored her nakedness—confusion, fear, and frustration.
"What did you do?" June berated her master, her brain practically gone from the degradation and humiliation.
"I undressed you, maid. You're mine now. Totally obedient. Completely what I want."
June trembled, realizing she was completely at her master's mercy; he reclaimed his authority over her.
"Clean up the room, maid," he ordered.
Surprised but obedient, she tidied the living space, humbled by her new submission to her master. It felt both terrifying and satisfying to be under his control.
"Yes, my master," she replied with a sense of disgust.
Instantly, his dick was stuffed in her mouth, and he gripped her head to force her down on it. She started to choke but he just pushed harder.
Surprisingly, she experienced waves of pleasure as she was used in this way. Being a servant didn't seem so terrible after all. She put all her efforts into satisfying him, hoping he'd eventually free her.
Next, she felt his hot cum shoot into her mouth, causing her to approach orgasm. This was her new purpose in life – to serve her master faithfully. She swallowed his semen with great eagerness, and then she slipped into unconsciousness. Her mind went blank, but her body continued to obey every command her master gave. She was now the ultimate maid – devoid of emotion and devoted to serving.
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