I transformed my obedient servant into the ideal maid, dressed in a flawless uniform and adorned with a wig, erasing every trace of masculinity. As she diligently cleans according to my instructions, I lounge on the sofa, engrossed in my smartphone. Suddenly, a phone call interrupts my relaxation—but I can’t hear a thing! My maid obliviously continues vacuuming, oblivious to my need for silence. Frustrated, I scold her harshly, demanding she stop. Finally, I can converse with my friend, who invites me out for drinks. Delighted, I accept and summon my maid to fetch me a pair of shoes for the outing. To my dismay, the shoes are dusty—a clear oversight on her part, responsible for maintaining the shoe cabinet. As punishment, I instruct her to polish them, not with an apron, but with her tongue. She obediently licks them clean, soles and heels, until they gleam. Noticing her apparent enjoyment, I decide to add to her humiliation by demanding she polish my strapon as well. Gripping her head firmly, I thrust it down her throat, relishing her degradation until every shred of her former self is obliterated. Time slips away, and my friend awaits, so I leave her to finish her duties while I head out, savoring the power I hold over her.
