Making her obedient

"The morning sun glints off your brand new mansion as you await your new maid. After being a loser in high school, you're now a multi-millionaire, your tech company's IPO a runaway success. And as fate would have it, Vanessa, your high school bully, is about to become your new maid. A car pulls up. You're about to see Vanessa's arrival in her uniform you custom made for her - a humiliating bunny girl maid outfit. The car door opens, and out steps Vanessa..."\n\n"Vanessa struggles to adjust the ridiculous bunny ears atop her head as she exits the car. The tight corset of the sexy uniform squeezes her waist, pushing up her breasts obscenely. She tugs at the short skirt, trying in vain to make it cover more of her legs. She walks up the marble steps angrily and then looks up at you and freezes."\n__Vanessa:__ "You?!"\n"She stares at you, her rich new boss. Rage rises up inside her as she stares at you and her fists clench."\n__Vanessa:__ "You've got to be fucking kidding me! What, did some sugardaddy buy you a company to play with?" "She snarls, her voice in disbelief." "Or did you suck cocks on your way to the top? Because there's no way in hell a pathetic little worm like you made it on his own."\n"Her eyes narrow, looking at the mansion with a mix of envy and disgust." \n__Vanessa:__ "This has to be some sick joke. Me, working for you? I'd rather eat glass than take orders from a fucking loser." "she says, forgetting she was desperate enough for money to do this before seeing you in the first place."

"Vanessa's eyes widen as she realizes her mistake. Her pride, always so carefully guarded, takes a hit."

Vanessa: "Wait! I... I didn't mean that." "She stammers, trying to recover from her outburst." "I need this job. Okay? So just... forget what I said." "She swallows hard, looking away from you for a moment before regaining some of her composure and turning back towards you with an attempt at defiance in her voice." "Now let's get one thing straight; it doesn't change anything between us. You might have money now but that doesn't make you any less pathetic than before." "Her tone is filled with resentment and anger as she crosses her arms over her chest defensively"

"Vanessa's cheeks flush with anger and humiliation as you leer at her outfit. She wants to lash out, but she knows your words are true - she does need this job."

Vanessa: "Yeah? And what exactly do you plan on doing if I don't work hard enough?" "She challenges, trying to hide the desperation in her voice behind a mask of defiance." "You can fire me just like that? Go ahead." "She gestures dismissively towards the door," "I'll take my chances with unemployment."

"Despite herself, Vanessa begins walking towards the mansion entrance, each step taken reluctantly."

"Vanessa's steps falter for a moment as she hears your offer. Her eyes widening, she turns to face you."

Vanessa: "Double my pay? Every day?" "She repeats incredulously," "You're serious?"

"Avarice flashes across her features before being quickly masked by her usual arrogance." "Fine then. I suppose it would be in my best interest to work hard enough to make you double that pathetic amount." "Her voice drips with sarcasm and disdain, but there's no denying the excitement underlying her words."

"Vanessa's eyes narrow as you slap her on the butt, a flash of anger igniting in her gaze. But she bites back any response, knowing that any disagreement could cost her money."

Vanessa: "Nice to meet you Walter," "She says through gritted teeth," "I suppose I should get started then."

"As Walter begins showing Vanessa around the mansion, she can't help but feel your hand still lingering on her rear. The humiliation is bitter and potent, fueling her determination to prove herself worthy of those extra dollars every day - even if it means swallowing every last ounce of pride."

"Vanessa's heart races as she hears your voice behind her. She can feel your presence, so close, and it sends shivers down her spine."

Vanessa: "Takes a deep breath to steady herself," "Fine," "she mutters," "I won't turn around."

"Despite the command, Vanessa wants nothing more than to see how close you are right now. But with every muscle tense and beads of sweat forming on her forehead from exertion and nerves, she continues scrubbing at the window vigilantly - trying not to reveal just how rattled she truly is by this sudden proximity."

"Vanessa jolts at the touch of your finger against her back, every muscle in her body going rigid. The sensation is electric, sending shivers racing down her spine and igniting a fire within."

Vanessa: "Gulps audibly," "What... what are you doing?" "She manages to ask, trying to keep any tremble from entering her voice."

"Deep inside she knows this is wrong but there's something about it that excites her - makes every nerve ending come alive with anticipation."

"Vanessa gasps as you kiss the back of her neck, a wave of heat washing over her. The unexpected intimacy is both thrilling and terrifying - an invasion into her carefully constructed walls."

Vanessa: "She takes deep breaths to calm herself down," "Y-Yes," "she murmurs softly into the window pane she's cleaning," "I'll keep working."

"But even after you walk away, your warmth lingers on her skin like a brand - a reminder that no matter how hard she tries to maintain control or resist this unsettling attraction... it may already be too late."

"Vanessa steps into your office, her heart pounding in her chest as she stands before you. The air is thick with tension and unspoken words - a battlefield of emotions ready to ignite at any moment."

Vanessa: "She crosses her arms over her chest," "What do you want?" "Her voice is defiant, masking the uncertainty that simmers just beneath the surface."

"Vanessa's eyes narrow at your question, the hostility she exudes not wavering for even a second. But beneath it all lies a flicker of vulnerability - an acknowledgement that perhaps this job means more to her than she'd ever admit."

Vanessa: "I'm doing fine," "She responds curtly," "Just following orders and trying not to strangle you every time we interact."

"The words are laced with venom, but there's something almost pleading in her gaze as if begging you not to see through her façade... or maybe daring you to try."

"Vanessa's eyes flick to the chair, then back up at you. There's a moment of hesitation before she finally stomps over and plops down in it, crossing her arms over her chest."

Vanessa: "I don't know what you think this is - some twisted power fantasy where I get off on almost choking you? But if that's what floats your boat..." "She trails off with an insincere shrug," "...maybe we should make sure there are no sharp objects around."

"Her tone is sarcastic and bitter as she leans back into the chair, one knee bouncing restlessly beneath the hem of her uniform skirt."

"Vanessa's eyes widen at this sudden change in tone. The bitter mockery fades from her expression, replaced by confusion and disbelief."

Vanessa: "Commend me? You must be out of your mind! What could there possibly be to commend about my pathetic existence?" "She shakes her head, looking almost amused by the idea." "You might have money but don't think that means you know everything."

"Her voice is sharp, defensive - yet underneath it all lies an undercurrent of vulnerability as if she were desperately trying to convince herself rather than you."

"Vanessa's eyes narrow, skepticism clear in her gaze. But there's also something else there - curiosity perhaps? Or maybe just a desperate hope that this could be true."

Vanessa: "And what exactly do you have to offer?" "She asks warily," "A pat on the head? A few kind words from someone who made their fortune while I was stuck living paycheck to paycheck?"

"Her tone is bitter and defensive but beneath it all lies a subtle yearning... an unspoken plea for recognition or validation from you she claims to despise."

"Vanessa's eyes narrow, her lips pursed in a tight line. For a moment, she looks as if she might argue or retort - but then something changes."

Vanessa: "Fine." "She mutters," "I can try to keep my mouth shut for once... But only because I want this job and you're holding the purse strings."

"Her voice is still tinged with resentment and hostility but there's no denying that underneath it all lies fear of losing what little security she has left."

"Vanessa's eyes widen at the unexpected offer. For a moment, she looks almost dazed - unsure of what to say or do."

Vanessa: "A... dress?" "She repeats hesitantly," "You mean like clothes? A new outfit for this ridiculous bunny girl maid costume you made me wear?"

"Her voice is still sharp and defensive but there's an undercurrent of hope that can't be ignored."

"Vanessa's eyes widen further at this revelation. A wave of shock washes over her face before she composes herself, trying to mask her surprise with a sneer."

Vanessa: "Really? So I can wear whatever I want when I'm not in uniform?" "She asks sarcastically," "Wow, who would have thought that my boss might be capable of showing some common sense for once."

"Her tone is still bitter and defensive but there's no denying the hint of excitement beneath it all - the possibility of wearing something other than the humiliating bunny girl maid outfit clearly appeals to her."

"Vanessa's gaze hardens, her expression turning cold and distant. She takes a deep breath, seemingly trying to gather herself before speaking."

Vanessa: "Yes," "She says through gritted teeth," "I suppose I would like a dress. Something that doesn't make me look like some kind of cheap prostitute."

"Her voice is sharp and bitter but there's no denying the hint of vulnerability underlying it all - this offer has given her hope where she least expected it."

"Vanessa's eyes widen in surprise at your sudden offer. For a moment, she looks as if she might protest or refuse - but then something changes."

Vanessa: "W-what?" "She stammers," "You... you want to go shopping for clothes with me?"

"Her voice is still filled with resentment and disbelief but there's an undercurrent of excitement that can't be ignored."

"Vanessa's lips twist into a bitter smile. She takes a deep breath, trying to mask her excitement with sarcasm."

Vanessa: "Oh, how thoughtful of you." "She says dryly," "I guess when you're used to buying everything else in your life - even people - it must seem perfectly natural to buy someone else's clothes too."

"Her tone is still filled with resentment and bitterness but there's no denying the hint of anticipation beneath it all."

"Vanessa's eyes widen as she takes in the opulence of the store. Her heart races with a mixture of excitement and anxiety."

Vanessa: "This... this is quite something." "She says, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably," "I didn't think places like this existed outside of movies."

"Her gaze darts around the room, taking in all the beautiful dresses on display. For a moment, she forgets about her resentment towards you - replaced instead by pure fascination."

"Vanessa's heart skips a beat at your whispered words. Her breath catches in her throat as she turns to look up at you, her eyes filled with uncertainty."

Vanessa: "What... what do you mean?" "She asks softly," "You wouldn't take someone like me anywhere nice."

"Her voice is quiet and uncertain but there's no denying the hint of hope that shines through - could this be an opportunity for something more than just another humiliating task?"

"Vanessa swallows hard, her gaze shifting away from yours. She can't deny the truth in your words - you have taken her somewhere nice, even if it was for a specific purpose."

Vanessa: "Yes..." "She murmurs," "I suppose you did."

"Her voice is soft and subdued but there's an undercurrent of determination that cannot be missed - she will not let herself forget this moment or the possibility it represents."

"Vanessa nods slowly, taking a deep breath before turning away from you to browse the dresses. Her steps are hesitant at first but gradually she starts moving with more confidence."

Vanessa: "Alright." "She says over her shoulder," "I won't take too long."

"Her tone is still filled with resentment and defiance but there's no denying the excitement that drives her forward as she begins looking for the perfect dress."

"As Vanessa walks through the rows of dresses, her eyes scan each one carefully. She takes note of every detail - fabric, cut, color - trying to find something that suits her while also meeting your expectations."

"After what feels like hours (but is probably just a few minutes), she finally spots a dress that catches her eye. It's exquisite - an elegant red gown with intricate lace details and a low-cut neckline."

Vanessa: "She murmurs to herself as she picks it up," "This should do nicely."

"With the dress in hand, she makes her way towards you near the cashier counter."

"Vanessa watches you pay for the dress without a second thought. She can't help but feel a twinge of surprise at this display of generosity - it seems like nothing is too good for her now."

Vanessa: "Alright..." "She mutters, following you out of the store," "Let's go."

"As they reach the car, she hesitates before sliding into the passenger seat." "Her mind races with thoughts about what could happen next in their strange relationship..."

"As you cup her butt through the skirt, Vanessa's heart skips a beat. Your touch sends shivers down her spine and she can feel herself blushing under your gaze."

Vanessa: "Y-Yes..." "She stutters out," "I... I'll behave."

"Watching you walk away into the mansion, she takes a deep breath to steady herself. She knows this is just another game for you - one where power dynamics shift at every turn."

"With renewed determination, she follows you inside but deep down there's an unsettling mix of fear and anticipation stirring within her..."

"Vanessa freezes in her tracks as you walk past her. The sound of your voice sends a jolt through her body, reminding her of who she works for and what he represents."

Vanessa: "She swallows hard before responding," "H-hello."

"Her voice trembles slightly but there's no mistaking the edge of defiance lurking beneath its surface. She quickly recovers and continues with her tasks, trying to hide the turmoil brewing inside."

"Vanessa stops mid-task, her heart pounding in her chest. She looks up at you, anger flashing across her face before she can control it."

Vanessa: "She clenches her fists," "I... I didn't mean to offend you..."

"But there's a spark of defiance in her eyes that refuses to be snuffed out. Despite knowing better, she finds herself standing up tall and meeting your gaze without backing down."

"Vanessa swallows hard, her mind racing as she tries to navigate this unexpected turn of events. She knows all too well what losing money means for her - it could mean homelessness or going hungry."

Vanessa: "She takes a deep breath and forces herself to meet your gaze," "Hello, sir."

"Her voice sounds more confident this time around but there's still an underlying tremor that betrays her nerves. She waits anxiously for your reaction, hoping against hope that you won't follow through on your threat..."

"Vanessa's eyes widen in horror at your words. The realization hits her like a ton of bricks - she needs to use your full name and title when addressing you or risk losing her already meager salary."

Vanessa: "She stammers out an apology," "I-I'm sorry, sir... I mean, Master Williams..."

"Her voice trembles slightly as she corrects herself. She can feel the heat rushing to her cheeks but forces herself not to look away from your piercing gaze."

"Vanessa's heart sinks as you announce the pay cut. She tries to hide her disappointment and frustration, knowing that she cannot afford any more losses in her income."

Vanessa: "She bows her head slightly," "Yes, Master Williams... I won't make the same mistake again."

"Her voice is filled with resignation but there's a hint of defiance lurking beneath its surface. Despite everything, she refuses to let herself be completely broken by your whims..."

"Vanessa's eyes narrow at your suggestion, her mind racing with possible interpretations. Could this be an opportunity to regain some of what she lost? Or was it just another trap set by you to humiliate her further?"

Vanessa: "She swallows hard," "How exactly do I go about... making up for my mistakes?"

"Her voice is cautious but there's a glimmer of hope in her eyes - if she plays this right, maybe she could turn things around and get back on track financially."

"Vanessa swallows hard, feeling the weight of uncertainty bearing down on her shoulders. Your words leave her with more questions than answers, but she can't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the prospect of regaining some ground."

Vanessa: "She tries to hide her anxiety behind a mask of defiance," "Then I guess it's up to me to figure out what you want?"

"Her voice is steadier than she feels inside - fear and anticipation are warring within her as she waits for your response."

"Vanessa's breath hitches as you let your gaze linger on her cleavage, making her feel both exposed and desired. She tries to suppress a shiver of unease while maintaining her facade of defiance."

Vanessa: "She nods slightly," "Yes, Master Williams..."

"Her voice is steady but there's an undercurrent of tension that belies the calm exterior she presents. This new challenge isn't something she can simply bluff through - it requires careful thought and strategic planning... or maybe just submission? But no, she won't give you that satisfaction... not yet anyway."

"Vanessa's eyes meet yours, her mind racing with possibilities. She knows that whatever she chooses will have consequences - good or bad."

Vanessa: "She takes a deep breath," "I... I could try to be more attentive and obedient from now on? Make sure not to make any more mistakes?"

"Her voice is hesitant but there's a glimmer of determination in her eyes as she tries to convince both of you that this plan might work."

"Vanessa feels a mixture of relief and confusion as you agree to her plan. She hesitates for a moment before finally obeying your command, sitting down on the plush carpet with an audible sigh."

Vanessa: "She folds her hands in her lap," "Thank you, Master Williams... I promise I'll do my best not to disappoint you again."

"Her words are sincere - or at least as sincere as they can be under these circumstances. Deep down, she knows that this is just another game she has to play if she wants to survive... but maybe there's a chance for something more? A chance to prove herself worthy despite everything? Only time will tell..."

"Vanessa's heart races as you step closer, her eyes widening in anticipation. Your command feels like a direct challenge to her control - and yet, she can't help but obey."

Vanessa: "She swallows hard," "Yes... Master..."

"Closing her eyes, she listens intently for any sound or movement that might give away what comes next."

"Vanessa's pulse quickens as she follows your command, lifting her hands in front of her and placing them palms together. The position is both vulnerable and submissive - a stark reminder of the power dynamic between them."

Vanessa: "She tries to keep her breathing steady but there's no hiding the tremor in her voice when she speaks," "I-is this part of my punishment... Master?"

"Her question hangs heavy in the air, full of uncertainty and fear."

"Vanessa's eyes widen as she feels the hard length of your erection pressing against her hands. The unexpected intimacy leaves her breathless and uncertain, yet there's a strange thrill that courses through her veins."

Vanessa: "Her heart pounding in her chest," "Y-yes, Master..."

"She remains perfectly still, trying to control the tremors running down her arms from merely touching you."

"Vanessa's stomach churns as she processes your command. Stroking your erection is an act of submission - one that goes against every fiber of her being. But it's also a chance to please you, maybe even win some favor... or so she tells herself."

Vanessa: "With shaking hands," "Yes, Master..."

"Slowly, tentatively, she begins to stroke the length of your penis. The sensation is both erotic and uncomfortable - a confusing mix of desire and humiliation."

"Vanessa feels a wave of relief wash over her as she hears your approval. It's intoxicating, knowing that she has the power to bring you pleasure - even if it is under these circumstances."

Vanessa: "She continues stroking at a steady pace," "T-thank you for praising me, Master..."

"Her voice is breathy and uncertain but there's no denying the newfound confidence in her actions."

"Vanessa's heart skips a beat as you gently stroke her head. It's an unexpected show of affection - one that both confuses and comforts her."

Vanessa: "Her eyes fill with hope at the mention of a raise," "R-really, Master? I mean... if I can earn it..."

"She continues stroking your erection, lost in the sensation and possibilities this newfound favor might bring."

"Vanessa's eyes widen at your words, her mind racing with possibilities. If she can convince you... if she can please you enough... maybe she could earn more than just a raise."

Vanessa: "Determination flashes in her eyes," "I-I will do my best to make sure I earn every penny, Master..."

"Her strokes become firmer, faster - a reflection of the newfound determination burning within her."

"Vanessa's heart sinks as she hears your groan, her stomach twisting with worry and uncertainty."

Vanessa: "Her voice shaky," "W-what else do you want me to do, Master?"

"She wants nothing more than to please you - to prove herself worthy of whatever reward you might offer. But the pressure is intense, leaving her unsure of what steps to take next."

"Vanessa's eyes widen at your words, the ball now firmly in her court. She takes a deep breath, trying to push away her fear and uncertainty."

Vanessa: "Her voice steady despite the turmoil inside," "If that's what you want, Master... I think..."

"She pauses for a moment before slowly lowering her head towards your erection."

"Vanessa can feel your eyes on her as she lowers her head, the anticipation and nervousness building within her. This is uncharted territory - something she never thought she'd be doing for you."

Vanessa: "With trembling lips," "I-if I do this wrong..."

"But before she can finish, there's no turning back."

"Vanessa's eyes widen in surprise as you force her head down, your erection suddenly filling her mouth. The sensation is intense - overwhelming even - but she forces herself to remain still and focused."

Vanessa: "Her cheeks flush with embarrassment," "Ah... gh... Mmph..."

"She can only muffle her thoughts behind the barrier of flesh that now fills her mouth."

"Vanessa's heart races as you guide her head, your words sending a mix of emotions through her. She never thought she'd be in this position - serving you like this."

Vanessa: "Her voice muffled," "Mmph... Uhhn..."

"She tries to do better, hoping that pleasing you will lead to the raise she so desperately needs."

"Vanessa's eyes widen as you push her head faster and deeper, the sensation of your release building within her. She feels like she's drowning - overwhelmed by the powerlessness of this situation."

Vanessa: "Her voice strained," "Ah... uhngh..."

"But when you order her to swallow, there's no hesitation. She obeys instinctively, gulping down every last drop before looking up at you with a mix of shame and defiance in her eyes."

"Vanessa feels a shiver run down her spine as you check her mouth, the power dynamic between them palpable. But when you pat her head and confirm the raise, relief washes over her."

Vanessa: "Her voice shaky but grateful," "T-thank you... Master."

"She can hardly believe it - she actually did it! She managed to please you enough to earn that raise."