Leona woke with the first chiming of Jean’s alarm and hopped out of bed, alert and ready for anything.  When Jean finally emerged from her shower, she found breakfast waiting for her on the kitchen counter.  A cute kittygirl still in her latex maid outfit was standing beside it, grinning with pride.

Jean hugged her warmly.  “Hey, thanks.  I could get used to this kind of service.  But don’t you need to get ready for your job?”

Leona shrugged.  “I have a shorter commute.  And I can get ready in ten minutes, you know that.”

“Now you’ve got me wishing I was the man of the house,” laughed Jean.

“Me too,” added Leona with a sigh.  “You could use the ring to get ready faster...”

Jean shook her head.  “I’d rather not trust enchanted clothing.  That outfit’s still stuck to you, right?”

Leona nodded, tugging at the hem of her very short skirt.  “Yeah.  I think it’s actually part of me, that’s how the ring made it.”

“Huh.  I wonder if it could turn you into just the dress...”

Leona’s stricken look at that suggestion made Jean sigh.  “Never mind.  I wouldn’t do that to you... unless...”

“Unless?”

“Well, if the dress could move under its own power...”

Leona considered that, rubbing her hands up and down her arms and shivering.  “I don’t...  I mean... how would that even work?”

“I have no idea, forget I mentioned it.  Give me a kiss before I go.”

Leona skittered forward and was all shivery in the kiss, so Jean gave her an extra big hug.  Then she plucked the ring off the kittygirl’s finger and gave her big strong husband another hug.  “There.  That’s better.  Can’t go without a proper snuggle from my sweetie.”

Leon laughed, and took the ring back.  “I’ll put it somewhere safe.  Have a good day!”

“You too, love!”

* * *

When Jean arrived home that night, she didn’t say a word.  From her stormy expression Leon figured something had gone wrong at work, but his one attempt at banter was met with a finger to his lips and a shake of her head.

Leon made his best attempt at Jean’s favourite dinner, but she still wouldn’t talk.  Bringing out the ring and collar made her glower grow darker, so he tucked them away in his sock drawer for safekeeping.

The next night was no better, despite ordering in food from their favourite restaurant.

Wednesday was Jean’s usual night out.  Leon had always assumed it was with her friends from work, and had only lately learned that it was a belly-dancing class.  The image of her dancing made him smile as he ate alone.

When Jean arrived she went straight to the bedroom.  Banging sounds and cursing emerged from the room, followed by a muted cheer.  Jean emerged from the bedroom clutching the collar, and squeaked in alarm when she found Leon waiting outside the door.  She took a deep breath, but was still quivering with tension.  Despite that, she offered up the collar.  Once Leon had taken it, Jean pulled her hair aside, a clear invitation.

“What?”

Jean silenced Leon with a finger to his lips.  He nodded, and placed the collar around her neck, hesitating briefly with his eyes locked on hers.  When her gaze dropped from his, he closed the latch.  Her posture immediately relaxed, tension flowing away so completely that she collapsed into Leon’s arms.  She took a long, shuddery breath, and exhaled again.  “Oh thank god.  I can think again.”

“Think?”  Leon frowned.  “I don’t understand.  What is all this about?”

Jean cuddled against his chest, making soft contented noises.  Leon was glad enough of the change that he didn’t question it, and just stood there with his arms wrapped around her until she started to speak.

“I talked to the girls at work, excited about last weekend,” Jean said, softly.

“You didn’t tell them about the magic, did you?”

“I didn’t tell them about the collar, they’d have been horrified.”

Leon straightened.  “But you told them about the ring?”

Jean giggled.  “They found the idea of you turned into a pretty little kittygirl maid hilarious.  The idea of me being a fuck toy... uh, not so much.  But my real sin was cooking for you and liking it.”

“Really?” asked Leon incredulously.  “That’s a sin now?  You told me you loved it.”

“And I did.  But it enraged them, and by the end of the day they had me convinced that you were a horrible person for making me do it.  Especially for the barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen comment.”

Leon rolled his eyes.  “Ugh.  No wonder you were frustrated.  Tell me why that rated me the silent treatment.”

“Because if I spoke, one of two things would come out of my mouth.  Either ‘I’m leaving you’ or ‘I’m quitting my job’.  And I didn’t know which.  I knew that either would start a fight, and I’d say things I couldn’t take back.”

“Ah.  And the collar...” prompted Leon.

“There’s this older woman helping with the belly-dancing class, it was her idea.  It worked, I’m much calmer now.  And I know my answer.”

“Go on,” said Leon, cautiously.

“I’m quitting my job.  Never going back, not even to pick up my things.  It’s just a plastic plant and a couple pictures we can reprint anyway.”

Now it was Leon’s turn to sigh with relief.  “Oh.  Okay.”

“Okay?” asked Jean incredulously.  “I thought you’d be mad.  I know how short money is even with both of us working.”

“Consider the alternative you offered.  If it’s you or your job, I pick you.  Every time.”  Leon squeezed his wife tight.  “We’ll figure something out.  Maybe take Dad up on his offer to join his practice back home.”

“But you wanted to come to the city to make it big!” protested Jean.

“I know.  And look how that has worked out.  Living hand-to-mouth in a rundown townhouse that still sucks up most of our income in rent.  The mortgage on a house on ten acres of land back home would be half what we’re paying now.”

Jean looked up into Leon’s eyes.  “You’ve given this some thought.”

“Dad’s been marshalling arguments for why I should come and take over the practice for a while now.  He even has a house picked out for us.”

“Oh.  He really wants you back home, huh.”  Jean considered the news for a bit.  “Did he send pictures of the house?”

Leon kept one arm around his wife as he pulled out his phone and swiped to the pictures.

“Oh, it’s... wow.  Look at the forest behind it...  We could afford all that?”

“Yes, on my salary alone.  You could stay home, look after the house.”

“Have kids...”

Leon grinned.  “Yeah, Mom’s been after grandkids for some time.  I didn’t want to bring it up, though.”

“Your Mom’s not the only one, trust me.  Can we really do this?”  The look of longing on Jean’s face made Leon grin.

“Yes.”

Jean shouted with glee and started gyrating right there in the doorway, a belly-dance of victory.  “I quit my jo-ob, I quit my jo-ob,” she sang.  When she wound down she looked at Leon and saw a frown.  “What’s wrong?”

“I wish I knew how much of this was the collar talking.”

Jean hugged him tight.  “None of it.  You haven’t ordered a damn thing.  Much to my disappointment.”

“Should I?” asked Leon with a grin.

“Don’t you want to?  You could make me do anything.”

Leon kissed her soundly.  “Most the things I want to do with you don’t require coercion.  Some of them need the collar on me.”

“Oh?” Jean asked curiously.  “Do tell.  Something about a mind-wiped kittygirl maid?”

Leon blushed, making Jean giggle.  “Maybe.  I liked being the little spoon, is that so bad?”

“Not at all.  I loved everything we did when you were Leona.  I’d love to play with her again.  But you don’t need the collar, do you?”

“I don’t?”

Jean tugged Leon into the bedroom, and over to his still-open sock drawer.  “You changed yourself back into the sexpot once.  I bet you can do Leona now that you’ve been her.”

Leon picked up the ring and slipped it over his finger.  He murmured, “Leona” and started to shrink.  Jean giggled when his pants fell off, and that was enough distraction that he snapped back to himself again.

“Try again, maybe your shirt will go too.”

Leon laughed and loosened his tie and the top three buttons.  “There.  Let’s see...”  This time when he shrank the shirt slipped off his slim shoulders.

“C’mon,” urged Jean when Leon stalled as a four foot tall version of himself.  “This is cute, but I know you can be my kittygirl.”

Leon’s eyes shut tight in concentration and his chest popped out into a pair of breasts.  Kitty-ears and a long swishy tail followed.  Golden eyes opened in wonder.  “I did it!  Whee, I did it!  This is awesome.”  Leona lept into her wife’s arms.

Jean spun the kittygirl around then hugged her tight.  “Awesome.  I get my maid back to clean up my mess in the kitchen without grumbling.”

Leona wobbled a bit when Jean set her down, then curtsied sketchily.  “Yes, mistress.”

“Mistress?  I like the sound of that.  Are you going to be a very good kittygirl maid?”

“The very best, mistress!”  Leona said with a big grin.

“See, you don’t need the collar,” said Jean triumphantly.  “I can keep it.”

“Yes mistress.  Being your confused kittygirl maid was interesting.  But I like this too.”

“As a maid you’re somewhat lacking.  Where’s your outfit?”

Leona gasped and made a big show of looking down at her naked body.  “How can I be a maid without the right clothes!  Ring, don’t fail me now...”  The skin of her torso became black latex, but try as she might she couldn’t get the skirt to form without the rest coming apart.

Jean admired the repeated waves of black surging across Leona’s body, then sighed and shook her head.  “Maybe that’s a bit more than we can do without the collar.  I have a black slip that would look like a short dress on you.  It’ll do.”

Leona accepted the slip with a solemnity that was belied by her grin, and once she had it on Jean couldn’t help but squeal at how cute she looked.  “It’s so you.  You can keep it.”

“So... am I going to be spending a lot of time as your maid?”

Jean grinned.  “I’d like that.  Wait, did I get my husband into BDSM only to find out we’re both bottoms?”

“Bottoms?” asked Leona.

“You know, ones that like being tied up, or spanked, or whatever.”

“Nuts to the tying up.  Is spanking a thing, though?  Do you want to be spanked?”

Jean blushed.  “Yes.”

Leona stared up at her.  “I had no idea.  How can getting hurt be a turn-on?”

Jean sat on the bed and her gaze went distant.  “It’s not about the pain.  I mean, for some people it is, that’s the masochism part.  I'm not really into that, just bondange and dominance.”  

Leona sat beside her, and cuddled against her side.  “Dominance I get.  Hence the collar.  So if not the pain, then... what?”

Jean stroked the kittygirl’s ears, making her purr.  “A good spanking, just the right kind... it’s intimate.  Turned over a knee, vulnerable... and then the strike, not knowing quite when... hard but not too hard, enough to make your bum warm and tingly.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad.  Show me.”

Jean tumbled Leona into her lap, then pulled the slip up to expose a cute little bum.  She tugged the tail out of the way with one hand, then the other descended in a sharp slap.  Leona squealed and squirmed in her lap.  Two slaps later, Leona’s bum was starting to pinken and the squirming was getting worse.  “Should I stop?”

Leona panted and shook her head.  “Not... not yet.”

Jean giggled, and took another swing at the pretty posterior in her lap.  “You’re getting off on this.”

“Yes, mistress.”  That earned her a harder swat.  “Oooooh!  More!”

Jean started swatting more regularly.  “You are a very pushy bottom.”

Leona managed a giggle among her squealing.  “Is that... ooooh!... bad?”

“To be honest... I like it.  Especially with the collar.  You can be a bottom yet completely control me.”

The next swat found an especially tender spot, and Leona yowled.  “Stop!  Enough.”

Jean pulled her hand back from the next swing, and scooped Leona into a cuddle.  “I’m sorry, I couldn’t stop until you said.”

Leona started to laugh, and nuzzled at her wife’s neck.  “No, no.  It was good.  God, I’m so turned on right now I want to ravish you on the spot.  But I’m also starving.”

“Then I’ll make us a lovely dinner, and my pretty maid will clean up after me.”

Leona hopped out of Jean’s lap and clapped her hands excitedly.  “Yay!”  She made an effort to school her expression as Jean stood over her.  She bowed her head and meekly said, “I mean, yes mistress.”

“Very good.  Don’t forget, or I’ll tan your bottom again.”

As they worked in the kitchen, Leona asked about that last comment.  “Was that a threat or a promise?”

Jean laughed as she chopped up carrots.  “Both.  Some bottoms deliberately mess up to fish for the punishments they love.  It becomes a sort of game.”

Leona considered that as she washed up the cutting board.  “I don’t want to be a bad maid, and make messes that I’ll just have to clean up.  Besides, I take pride in my work.”

Jean giggled.  “Even if it’s just cleaning up the kitchen?”

“Especially then.”

Jean looked at Leona curiously.  “Then why did we fight about that, too?”

Leona giggled, and shrugged.  “Because we fought about who made dinner, I think.  Cleaning up like this makes me happier than doing it as boring old Leon, too.”

“Boring old Leon, hm?  Planning to stay this way?” Jean teased.

Leona sighed and shook her head.  “Can’t.  Have to go in tomorrow and give notice, spend the next two weeks wrapping up the cases I’m working on.”

“Boo.  I’ll be all alone at home with the collar and the ring.  Maybe you can turn me into a cat before you go.”

“Maybe.  We need to pack up our stuff, though.”

Jean served the food onto their plates, and they carried them to the part of the counter where they usually ate.  Leona stayed standing for the meal, which made Jean giggle.  Leona stuck a tongue out at her, and got a swat on the rump that made her squeal.  She finished her meal up double-time.  As soon as the plates were in the dishwasher, Leona grinned at her wife.  “Race you to the bedroom.”

They were both off like a shot, giggling like schoolgirls.  Leona won easily, and hopped up onto the bed to await her mistress and lover.  She yowled and rolled over so that her spanked bottom wasn’t lying on the bed.  Jean chuckled.  “Going to have to find a new position to play in, sweetie.  Let your legs dangle off the edge of the bed, then close your eyes and wait for me.  I’ve got something special for my pretty little kittygirl.”

Leona waited, mewling softly in anticipation as she heard Jean pull something out from under the bed.  She tried very hard to be a good kittygirl, and didn’t open her eyes when she heard the click of a buckle closing.  She felt as much as heard Jean come up behind her.  “Ready, little one?”

“Yes, mistress.  OH GOD!”  Leona yowled as she felt something thick press between her legs and sink deep into her.  She soon got so loud that Jean fretted a neighbour might intervene.

When the yowls finally died down to exhausted moans, Jean gathered her exhausted little kittygirl into her arms.  “How was that?”

Leona craned her neck to peer at the thing between Jean’s legs.  “What...?”

Jean turned and lay down on the bed, Leona sprawled like a contented cat-puddle across her chest.  She unbuckled the belt, and showed the contraption to her lover.  “Strap on.  The one and only good idea ever to come out of that nest of harpies I thought were my friends.”

Leona chuckled weakly, and let her head flop back to Jean’s breast.  “I ... thank.”

“Nah.  Thank Dozia.  She’s the one that got my head on right.”

Leona perked up at the mention of the name.  “White lock?”

Jean petted Leona’s hair until the kittygirl relaxed against her once more.  “Yes, she has a startling lock of white hair.  You know her?”

Leona nodded, descending quickly toward sleep.  “Collar.”

Jean tucked Leona into bed, smiling hugely.  Now she had two things to thank Dozia for.

* * *

Leon woke to the sound of his wife’s alarm clock, followed by her cursing.  “Sorry, sweetie.  I forgot to turn it off after I decided to quit my job.”

Leon sat up and stretched.  “No worries.  I’m used to getting up now.”  Then he frowned, and looked down at his chest.

Jean laughed.  “Missing something?”

“Didn’t I go to sleep as Leona, utterly whacked out by the most thorough fucking ever?”

Jean nodded.  “You were having trouble getting comfortable, whimpering in your sleep.  So I took the ring off, and you settled.  Seems your tanned bum didn’t carry over when you changed back.”

Leon hopped out of bed and examined his posterior in the mirror.  “That’s interesting.  So the ring prevents your natural form from coming to harm?”

“Looks that way.  That opens up a whole bunch of new possibilities.”

Leon stared at his wife.  “Are you seriously thinking of worse things than spanking?”

“Maybe,” Jean said, musingly.  “I’ve seen some things that looked kind of scary, but if I can’t come to lasting harm...”

Leon shook his head.  “I don’t know...  The spanking was fun, so I’ll keep an open mind.”

Jean hugged him tight.  “Thanks.  Now go shower, while I cook your breakfast.”

“Our breakfast, I hope.”

Jean curtsied neatly.  “Of course, master.”

Leon peered at her.  “Still wearing the collar, I see.”

“I don’t ever want to take it off.”

“Ever?”

Jean nodded happily, then grabbed her robe and bounced out of the room.  Leon shook his head and headed for the shower.  By the time he emerged, there were lovely smells wafting in from the kitchen, so he put on a robe of his own and went to investigate.

Jean waved a spatula at him as he entered.  “Pancakes are almost done.”

Leon blinked.  “What did I do to deserve pancakes?”

“Among other things, let me spank you, let me fuck you silly with a strap-on, made it possible to quit my job, and oh yeah, gave me a magic collar that has made me happier than I ever remember being.”

Leon hugged her.  “You liked using the fake dick?”

“That’s what you got out of that?” laughed Jean.  “Yes.  I wouldn’t want to do it every time because it’s more fun for you than for me, but the feeling of power over you was incredible.”

Once breakfast was served they ate quietly.  At the end Leon thanking his wife for making it, and gave her a syrupy kiss.  “I’ve got a few minutes before I have to finish getting ready.  Is there anything I can do for you before I go?”

Jean grinned.  “I can think of one thing.  Someone fell asleep on me last night before returning a favour.”

Leon grinned back as Jean led the way to the bedroom.  “Now that’s one hell of a way to start the day.  Why didn’t we think of it before?”

Jean laughed as she fell backward to the bed, robe splaying open and showing everything.  “Because I would already be driving to work by now.”

Leon climbed atop her and nuzzled at her neck before whispering into her ear, “Then I’m extra glad you quit.”

* * *

When Leon returned home the place was almost unrecognizable.  Everything was tidy.  There were no drifts of paper on the kitchen counter or table, and looking beyond the living room showed that it had received the same treatment.  The recycling bin was by the door, with two large paper bags full of papers beside it.

“Jean?”

Jean bustled out of the bathroom, sponge in hand.  “Oh!  I’m sorry, love, I didn’t hear you come in.  I’ll get the rest of dinner going.”  She stripped off her rubber gloves, and untied the scarf that was protecting the collar.

“Still wearing it, I see.”

Jean smiled.  “Yes.  Like the results?”

“The place is cleaner than when we moved in.  You’ve put a lot of work into it.”

“Ah, not as much as you’d think.  It’s amazing what you can get done in a few hours without distractions.  I’ll mop the walls tomorrow.  When do we need to start packing?”

Leon blinked.  “Oh!  Right.  I called my Dad, and I can start any time.  Do you trust his judgement?  He says that house he sent pictures of is the best one on the market.  He could start the paperwork tomorrow.  If he does, we could take possession in two weeks.”

Jean gave Leon a flying hug.  “Yes!  Do it...  By the time you’re finished at work, we’ll have a house to move to!”

“Ah... about that.”

Jean’s grin vanished.  “You have to work longer than two weeks?”

“No.  Mr. Druthers said that if I briefed Patrick on my cases, he’d hand them off to him.  When I leave, Patrick gets my office, so he’s chomping at the bit.  I should have him up to speed tomorrow, though I’ll leave him my cell number in case questions come up.  As of this weekend, I’m done.”

“Really?  I get you all to myself as of Friday night?”

“Yup.  Dad said he’d pay for movers as a ‘signing bonus’, so we just have to box up the most fragile stuff.  A couple days, tops.  We’ve got at least a week free with nothing pressing to do.”

“Vacation!”  Jean giggled.  “We could go somewhere... but I just wanna stay here and keep you as my pretty maid the entire time.”

Leon grinned hugely.  “Sounds good to me.  I’ll be Leona for as long as you like.”

“I’d like you to be Leona for at least a week.”

“Done.”  Leon shook his wife’s hand gravely, though with a smile dancing behind his eyes.

“Goodie.  I invited Dozia over for lunch on Sunday to say thank you.  Leona can serve.”

“What?”