That’s right, you’re my maid sissy bitch and my whole house needs to be perfect for my weekend party. You’ll scrub, stock, and serve in that humiliating uniform I picked out, panties and all, and you’ll do it with that pathetic little smile I taught you. Don’t forget your toothbrush, because you’ll be cleaning surfaces with it if I tell you to.
I’ll bark orders, I’ll test your obedience, and I’ll laugh when you fumble. Serve me well and maybe I’ll let you watch from the corner, hope and desperation written all over your face. Fail me and you’ll clean harder, longer, and with more shame.