“And so, as my maid and servant, you’ll be tasked with all of that. The cleaning - that includes dusting surfaces, washing clothes, sanitizing the bathrooms, vacuuming, etc. - cooking, general home care, and running errands will be up to you. Of course, you have your own room to stay in, but with your tasks I doubt you’ll be spending much time there during the day.”
As the house tour wrapped up, the home’s owner, Rhys Chambers, dictated his finishing statement to his new employee.
It was quite a large house, although not nearly as large as one would expect from someone of his wealth. The son of an old, incredibly wealthy, lecherous businessman, he had inherited his father’s money and estate upon his death. Selling much of his father’s housing, Rhys had chosen to settle down in what would probably be called a ‘small’ mansion, opting to retire in his early twenties. Thankfully, the home could be taken care of by only one full-time servant, which frequently changed.
The new servant, Celine, had worked hard to get the job. Despite her employer’s enigmatic nature, she desperately needed the money to pay off her grad school loans, and had gone through a rather long and annoying process to be selected as his maid. She held some resentment towards him - he was only a year older than her and barely worked a day in his life - yet she kept it hidden well from him - at least, well enough to get hired.
“Do you have any questions, servant?” He asked.
A slight grimace crossed Celine’s face.
“Yes, I…-”
“You will refer to me as ‘Master’ or ‘Master Rhys’ from here on out. No exceptions, servant.”
Red flags were popping up all over in her head, but at least the job was only for a short time. He paid incredibly well, and the job was only for a few months at most - or at least, that’s how long his previous maids had lasted.
“Ah, of course, Master Rhys.” She responded courteously. “I would like to know whether you’ve laid out a list of tasks for me, or if I take orders from you directly every day.”
“On the bed in your room, I’ve laid a note detailing your duties for today. It should be next to your uniform. From tomorrow on, it’ll be laid on the counter in the kitchen. Be there and ready no later than eight. You get three daily use uniforms - always keep them clean - and a formal uniform for when guests are over. That said, if or when guests are over, you shouldn’t be seen except when serving us and cleaning the table. Anything else, servant?”
“No, Master Rhys. I believe that’s everything.”
“Well, then. Get to work.”
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As Celine entered her new bedroom - all the way on the other side of the house from Master Rhys’ own - she found herself greeted by a vaguely stale scent. The place seemed to have been unoccupied for some time, with boxes hastily stacked along the walls and corners, and a thin layer of dust on most things. The bed and dresser seemed spotless, but everything else was kind of gross. While she wanted to tidy it up a little, her Master had established himself to her as quite a demanding person, and she didn’t want to keep him waiting.
As Rhys had said, there was a maid uniform and a lined yellow note laying on her bed. The maid uniform was a shock to her. It was acceptable, but certainly a little more daring than she’d expected. He hadn’t gone full-on pervert, but the skirt looked just a little too short, the chest a little too tight, and there was lace and frills everywhere. The thought that her appearance might’ve been the deciding factor for her position had already crossed her mind before, but now she was certain of it. Nevertheless, she donned the uniform, complete with headband, and studied the note.
“Really?! I understand that this is a full job, but he’s working me to death here! Eight in the morning to ten at night?! I have to talk to him about this - this totally wasn’t mentioned in the application process!”
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Celine stormed out of her room to confront Rhys, but as she left the small, cramped hallway to her room, she found him already waiting for her.
“Well, servant, I see you’re well-dressed for your job. I’d like to think I did a rather good job at selecting your outfit - I hope you’d agree, too.” He gave a self-indulgent chuckle and a slight smile. “I assume that you’re ready to begin?”
Celine hastily butted in at the end of his sentence. “I’m sorry, but there must-”
“I’m sorry, Master.” Rhys corrected her.
“Ah yes, alright. I’m sorry, Master Rhys, but there has to be a mistake with the schedule. Surely you can’t actually expect me to work fourteen hours a day?”
“But I can though.” He gave a smug face of self-assurance. “But don’t worry. If you show yourself to be capable, then I’ll reduce your hours fairly quickly - plus, I’m paying you hourly, so surely more time working isn’t entirely awful.”
Celine gave a small huff. “Fine. I’ll start now. You better reduce my hours soon though!”
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The first week went by, and after a few days - just as Rhys had said - he’d reduced Celine’s work hours down to twelve, with the promise of a more normal set of working hours if she continued. However, she’d noticed that he’d often assign her rather pointless tasks, during which he’d remain awfully nearby and watch with an odd, almost perverse look. There were even a few instances of him gently brushing against her ass or tits in a way that seemed obviously intentional, but just deniable enough to make it hard to confront him about.
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Shortly after breakfast on her second Monday, Celine found herself washing laundry by hand.
“Ah! Master Rhys! You scared me there!” She squealed as he quietly approached her from behind.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I meant no such thing, dear servant. I just… err… wanted to see how things were going.”
“Well, you’ve been doing an awful lot of that. Don’t you have hobbies or something?”
“Of course!” He got rather defensive. “I just like making sure my servants do a good job. Especially when they’re still as new as you are.”
“It’s been a week already, Master Rhys. I’d like to hope that a good amount of trust should have been built up by now. I’d like to do my work in peace, if possible.”
“Hmm, I mean, a week isn’t that much time. But, alongside watching you, I actually have something to get from you right now, servant.” He came uncomfortably close to her and began to touch her gently on the arm - giving a forceful whisper in her ear. “You almost definitely have noticed by now that I have… looked at you in less than honorable ways. And, as I’m sure you’ve been able to tell, I hired you mostly for that reason.” Celine began to tense up with fear. “So, with that, I think I should introduce another major responsibility I expect from you.” He gave a long kiss on the back of Celine’s neck as he unzipped his pants. “I hired you to take care of my house and me, and… well, that includes the carnal varieties, too.”
Celine was frozen in fear at the sudden development. Yet, something was compelling her to do it. A small hidden desire nagged at her in the back of her mind.
“No.” She stated.
“I’m sorry, but what?” Master Rhys kept an even demeanor like always. “Don’t make me force you. You have no choice here. You chose this just as much as I did. So turn around, and pleasure me.”
“I… no. No…” Her voice faltered into nothingness.
Despite outwardly rebelling against Master Rhys’s words, Celine found that she had few reservations against it. She could’ve sworn it initially seemed reprehensible to her, but looking back on it, she wasn’t quite sure why. It seemed reasonable enough, she figured. After all, this man was paying for her to take care of him. It might not be the most respectable thing, but it went with the job. Why not?
She let out a short statement: “Fine, Master.”
“Ah, good servant. Now, turn around and blow me.”
Celine turned around and got on her knees. She finished the job that Master had started, and freed his penis from his boxers, stroking it as she coaxed it from its resting place. She began to run her head up and down along Master’s cock, using her tongue to stimulate the length, lingering on the glans whenever she reached the peak.
Master began to run his fingers through her hair, lightly encouraging her with short phrases like “Good servant.” and “Keep going.”
After a gentle lick upwards, she wrapped her lips around the tip, and began to bob her head, giving a light suck here and there. She brought her hands up to fondle his balls, cupping them with one hand, while barely tracing her fingers along the perineum with the other.
“Mm, servant. I’m about to cum, so please, keep it up.” Master told her as he stroked her cheek.
Celine noticed him looking at her, and she tried to make eye contact in a casual, but happy way. His gaze was authoritative, but oddly caring and reässuring at the same time. It made her feel comfortable with him. But shortly, his eyes shut and his face twisted into one of pleasure.
As he came in her mouth, she felt a strange warm feeling from inside. A sense of satisfaction and gratification filled her. Sure, she hadn’t initially signed up for this, but it was nice in a certain way. Liberating, almost. Reflexively, she swallowed, and detached from him to show her open mouth.
“Well done, servant. Such a performance surely warrants a reduction in hours, doesn’t it.” Master gave a smirk. “Perhaps that time could be filled by more of this?”
“Ah, thank you so much Master.” Celine graciously responded. “And I’d be glad to do so.”
“Fantastic… Now, get back to work, servant. You’re still on your working hours, after all.”
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More days had passed, and Celine had settled into her role as her Master’s sex toy, letting him use her whenever he wanted, whether at a set time or just in passing. While the house still got cleaned, that had become her secondary role to being his plaything.
“Servant! You’ve done well.” Her Master told her following a light lunch. “I think it’s time for something special. Two very nice gifts to reward you for your service.”
Honest surprise filled Celine’s eyes. “Really?! You’ve already been so kind to me, Master!”
“Indeed.” He chuckled. “But, there’s still more to your job I can give to you, since you’ve been so successful at your job. Past servants haven’t been nearly as wonderful as you, y’know.”
He led her to his bedroom - the only place previously off-limits to her. It was dimly lit - the only light in the room was coming from behind the shut curtains - but well decorated. In fact, she noticed that for such an oversized house, everything had been rather tastefully decorated. Very little of the gaudiness she expected from someone of such a status. It had a king-sized bed, and two dressers, one for each side. In fact, the room seemed set up for two people, oddly enough. She didn’t think he had a wife. Or at least, she hoped he didn’t have a wife after anything they’d done.
“Welcome, servant. Please, lay yourself down on my bed.” Her Master told her. “I’ll be back soon.”
He flicked on the lights, then walked into the closet. Celine couldn’t see much of the inside, but she found it rather odd that he walked all the way in and shut the door. She was curious to see what her presents were though. So far her Master hadn’t done anything of the sort so far.
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Her Master returned a little later than she’d expected, lugging some kind of pale object over his shoulder.
“Gift one: Wear this, servant.”
He tossed what he was carrying at her, and she vaguely caught it with her torso. The first thing she noticed about it was that it was awfully warm and fleshy.
“What is th-…? The fuck?!”
She realized that she was holding what seemed to be some kind of isolated human skin. Judging from what she could see, it seemed to be female.
“Master, is this an actual person’s skin?” She earnestly asked.
He softly giggled. “No, it’s definitely not. I may be odd, but I’m certainly not unethical.”
Thoughts of previous sexual coërcion crossed Celine’s mind at that statement, but she stayed quiet.
“Anyway, put it on already. Your second gift won’t come until we’re finished with this one, so I’d recommend you move on.”
At his insistence, she stripped out of her skimpy maid outfit - which hadn’t been on much in the previous days anyway - and hurriedly donned the skin through the slit in its back. It was just as warm as a real person - as she’d already noticed - but the inside was mildly tacky, and it clung to her as she put it on. Despite that, she found it went on far easier than something like this really ought to. It felt a tad snug though, and she wondered if it was perhaps too small for her, or if it was just supposed to feel that way.
Celine plunged her head into the darkness of the head, aligning its features with her own. She felt some hands from behind guide the seam on the back shut. Suddenly, a light feeling of vertigo hit as she quickly found her self change to what she could assume was the form of the skin she’d put on.
She looked down at her new body. It was a whitish-pink. Despite the color being just a little too odd to be a real human’s skin tone, it still looked the part, and she used one of her hands (she noticed the nails were slightly pointed) to touch and pull at the other arm. It felt real.
A voice whispered in her ear. “So, what do you think, servant? It’s pretty neat, right? I think so, at least. I don’t see why you wouldn’t, really.”
“Yes, my Master” Her voice was huskier, and dripped with lust. “It…” She felt as if her mind was slowly emptying. “It’s very nice.” She stared blankly at him for a few seconds. “So, give me an order. I’m only here to work as your servant, after all.”
“Hmm, good. It’s working. Fun.” Her Master mused to himself. “I mean, the lesser version was already working, I’m not sure this was really necessary. But I’ve also never gone this far. Oh well, hopefully it can be undone if it makes me uncomfortable…” He projected his voice towards her once more. “Get on the bed. Bare yourself for me. Be my slutty servant.”
“Yes, my Master.”
Celine, now in the form of a slightly-demonic girl, laid her chest down on the sheets of the bed, showing her nether holes towards her Master.
“Please, fuck me, my Master.” She moaned towards him. “Claim what’s rightfully yours for the taking.”
He gave a dark laugh, and dropped his pants, revealing a far larger cock than normal. “Of course, servant. And I thought I’d bring something along with myself as well. For your enjoyment, I assure you. Hopefully this is big enough to satiate your slutty desires.”
He gently began to rub the tip of his cock against her labia, feeling the skin’s internal auto-lubrication feature leak a little onto it.
“Good. I’m glad that works too.” He mumbled.
“My Master, please! I need you to fill me with your magnificent cock!”
“God, you’re impatient.”
He drove himself into her a short amount, eliciting a harsh inhale from his servant, followed by a large moan.
“M-my Master, you’re so fucking big! Are you sure this is a good idea?”
He slapped her ass hard. “Shut up, servant. Of course it’s a good idea. It was clear my previous dickings weren’t sufficient for your slutty appetite. Be happy with what you get now.”
Celine nodded quickly.
Her Master bent over her and began to grope her tits with one hand, using the other to support himself. He planted a kiss on the back of her neck, and began to gently rock back and forth. In response, she let out a series of small moans, unable to stifle them in the sheets in front of her.
“Hmm. Do you like that, servant? Perhaps I could give you all of it? Would that be ideal?” He cooed at her with mock disdain.
“Yes, my Master!”
“Then beg for it.”
“Please!” She pleaded. “Fill my slutty pussy with your big, hard, cock! Show me my place beneath you! I need it!”
“Very well then.” He said, quite matter-of-fact.
He shifted his hand from her chest to her hair, and lightly, but firmly, pulled as he fully pushed his cock into her, eliciting a muffled sound somewhere between a scream, whimper, and moan from Celine, who had her face buried in the bed. He slapped her ass in response.
“Silence, servant!”
Once again, she nodded quickly in acknowledgement.
They stayed together like that for some time. Her Master, thrusting into her as she squirmed. Eventually he announced to her that he was going to cum.
“Please, my Master!” She blurted out. “Cum inside me! I want to have your kids! Breed me!”
It seemed he was a little taken aback by this, from what Celine could tell, but he came almost immediately after, so it must have worked.
He pulled out shortly after and fell over onto the bed next to her to look at her. She turned to face him.
“Are you satisfied, my Master?” She asked. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”
“Oh, yeah.” He mumbled. “You’re still like this. It’s probably time to bring you back.” He switched to an official-sounding tone. “Turn around.”
He proceeded to unseal the seam on the back of the demon-girl outfit to let Celine out. She sat there in a daze as she was slowly taken out, letting her mind come back out of the restraints it had been in. He talked to her once more.
“Are you doing okay? We haven’t done anything that harsh yet. I hope you’re doing fine.”
“Y-yeah, I think so. But like, what the fuck?! I didn’t consent to that!”
“I mean, we’ve been doing a lot of stuff that could violate the traditional sense of consent. That said, I can assure you that you did consent to it. Before all this, at least.”
“What?” She stared in confusion.
“I think it’s time for your second gift, dear.”
“Dear?”
She was unable to get anything more out before he reached behind her and undid another seam, just as he had a moment ago with the skin she had been wearing. Her eyes went wide for a moment before the face she had been used to detached from her own.
Just as before, the self beneath sat in a confused daze. This time though, they looked identical to the other person in the room: Rhys Chambers.
“Once again, are you doing okay, dear?” The first Rhys asked.
The second Rhys’ face turned into one of amusement and astonishment.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that, babe. Holy shit. I… fuck. Really though? Two weeks?”
“What? Two weeks seemed appropriate. You agreed for up to three, remember?” The first one said as he reached behind for his own back-seam.
“I mean, yeah, that’s fair. Did you have to make me into such a lecherous asshole though?” He questioned the impostor.
A female voice replied: “I mean, it was testing out sex-fantasy stuff. I’m not just going to let things progress really steadily when we have this set up for only a short few days. Plus, the whole point was to test out the submissive part of the mind-control suits. Which worked, by the way, which is great.”
“Yeah, alright. And yeah, the mind-control stuff worked really well! You went really far with it, which was a tad concerning, but I don’t think anything is wrong. Not that I really could tell though…”
The woman unveiled herself fully from her false flesh - she notably looked almost the same as Celine, just probably a couple of years older.
“Yeah… It doesn’t seem like there’s any issues though so far, so I think we’re good.” She mentioned as she put the skin down and sat next to her husband.
“I agree. Oh god, that was really nice though. Still, I’m so glad to be back with you, Miriam.”
“But we were never apart.”
Rhys gave her a disappointed look. “You know what I mean.”
“Of course I do!” She said, trying to suppress some giggles. “I love you, dear.”
“I love you, babe.”