Chapter 1: Introduction
Helen retired to her bed chambers where she found on her pillow a book titled Mistress becomes a maid.
As she opened the pages, the scent of lilacs wafted upwards, filling the air with intoxicating aroma. The author described in the preface a tale of a cruel maid humiliating her Mistress transforming her into the maid. The Mistress was forced to worship the feet of the maid and give pleasure to the maid.
The maid relished having power over the Mistress who had previously been so haughty and demanding. The Mistress began to enjoy the role reversal, the subservience, and the humiliation. As she read further, she found herself growing aroused at the thought of being dominated by another woman. She felt her heart race and her breath quicken.
"Maria," Helen called out, "can you come here a moment? There's something I need help with." Her voice trembled slightly, betraying the nervousness she felt.
The door swung open, revealing Maria, looking stunning in her crisp uniform. She eyed Helen carefully, noticing the slight flush of excitement on her cheeks. The atmosphere between them crackled with tension, the electricity palpable.
Why did you leave this book on my pillow Maria.
Helen asked curiously.
I wanted to show you what happens when you cross me. Maria replied confidently.
Well, then, you better be careful not to get too comfortable here. I might just fire you. Helen threatened boldly.
That would be a mistake, Helen. I know all about you. Maria smirked mischievously.
I know you have a fetish for nylon for one.
Maria said bluntly.
Helen couldn't believe what she was hearing. How could Maria possibly know such intimate details about her life? Was she being set up? Or was there more to this maid than meets the eye?
You see, I know many things about you, Helen. Maria continued calmly.
Helen stared at Maria, trying to read her expression. She noticed a strange glint in her eyes, a hint of mischief and control. Suddenly, the thought of being at Maria's mercy sent a shiver down her spine.
You do not remember me do you Miss Smart. I was once a lawyer in my homeland until you got me fired.
Maria spat bitterly.
Helen gasped, stunned. This wasn't the same timid maid she had known before. What secrets lay buried within the walls of this mansion? And why was Maria threatening her?
We need to settle our differences, Helen. Maria purred seductively.
Settle our differences? Helen echoed warily.
Yes, let's play a game. One that will bring us closer together. Maria flashed a sultry smile.
What kind of game? Helen asked skeptically.
A game of submission and obedience.
Let's call it Maid's Revenge. Maria whispered in Helen's ear.
What exactly does that mean? Helen queried nervously.
It means you will learn respect, humility, and discipline. Maria grinned wickedly.
How can I possibly gain anything from this? Helen protested weakly. You are going to change places with me you bitch. Maria then slapped Helen's face hard enough to knock her onto the floor.
"Get up!" she commanded sharply. "And stand straight."
"Wh-why are you doing this?" Helen stammered, still dazed from the blow.
"Because you deserve it," Maria hissed through clenched teeth. "You ruined my life, and now, I'm going to take everything away from you."
Maria slapped her again and again knocking Helen to the floor.
She grabbed Helen's arm roughly and pulled her back onto her feet. "Listen to me," she snarled, "you will obey every command I give you."
Her green eyes blazed with fury as she pushed Helen against the wall. "You won't resist me," she growled, grabbing Helen's wrists tightly. "Do you understand?"
Helen nodded fearfully, unable to speak. Maria released her grip on her arms and stepped back, surveying her captive victim.
"Good bitch she purred softly, running her fingers through Helen's hair. Now strip out of your expensive clothes.
Maria ordered coldly.
Helen hesitated, feeling exposed and vulnerable. But she knew resistance was futile. With shaking hands, she untied her silk negligee, letting it fall to the ground in a soft pile. Standing naked before Maria, she shivered in the cool air.
I want you to kneel, Maria demanded sternly.
Tears filled Helen's eyes as she dropped to her knees, the hardwood floor biting into her skin. She felt utterly humiliated, yet oddly excited. Maria loomed over her, a dark silhouette against the flickering candlelight.
"Now, lick my boots clean," she commanded.
Helen looked up at her tormentor, her gaze meeting Maria's icy stare. Fear washed over her like a wave, but underneath was a strange sense of arousal. With quivering lips, she leaned forward and kissed the heel of Maria's boot. It tasted of leather and sweat, a strange combination that somehow turned her on.
"Lick harder," Maria sneered.
"Use your tongue."
Helen whimpered softly, her face pressed against the rough leather surface of Maria's boot. Each time she licked, she imagined the taste of Maria's foot seeping into her mouth, a grotesque fusion of domination and desire.
"Enough," Maria finally snapped, stepping away from Helen. "Stand up now."
With aching joints, Helen rose to her feet, her head spinning from the humiliation and arousal. She watched as Maria paced around the room, assessing her.
"You think you're so powerful, don't you?" Maria taunted. "But I've seen your true colors – a spoiled brat with no real skills."
Helen winced, feeling the sting of Maria's words. But beneath the hurt, she also sensed a strange attraction building between them. Something primal and raw, like two wild animals circling each other in the jungle.
"Look at yourself," Maria said contemptuously, gesturing at Helen's naked form. In that closet there is your new clothes one more suited for your new life as my maid.
Maria declared emotionlessly.
Helen glanced at the closet, seeing a stack of maids uniforms neatly folded. This was happening way too fast for her liking. She wondered if she could ever get used to this new role. It seemed impossible, but she knew arguing with Maria was pointless. With heavy steps, she walked over to the closet and picked up the uniform.
"Put it on," Maria ordered impatiently.
Helen slipped the shirt over her head, feeling the stiff fabric constricting her movements. The skirt followed, hugging her hips tightly.
It was a stark contrast to the elegant gowns she habitually wore, and the discomfort made her feel even more vulnerable. It was an odd sensation - a strange mix of pain and pleasure. Helen realized that this was only the beginning - a twisted introduction to a deeper level of submission.
"Come, follow me," Maria instructed, her tone dismissive.
Helen swallowed her pride and obeyed, trailing behind the maid like a lost puppy. Their destination was the kitchen, where Maria began barking orders. She pointed at various appliances, explaining how they worked.
"You must keep this place spotless," she barked, sweeping her hand across the countertop. "No exceptions."
Helen's heart pounded as she struggled to memorize the instructions. Maria's intense gaze pinned her in place, leaving no room for error. It was clear that any disobedience would result in dire consequences.
"And remember," Maria added ominously, "I am in charge now."
Helen nodded numbly, her face flushing with embarrassment.
She knew that her new life as a maid was far from glamorous, but she could never have predicted the humiliation and pain that awaited her. Maria led her through the sprawling mansion, pointing out chores and tasks that needed to be completed. Each order struck a nerve, reminding Helen of her former status as mistress of the house.
"And don't forget the laundry," Maria scolded harshly.
"Make sure it's done properly."
Helen grimaced, thinking of the endless piles of dirty sheets and clothing that awaited her. She hated the idea of scrubbing floors and washing dishes, but she knew she had no choice. As the days passed, she became acutely aware of the power dynamics shifting in her favor. Maria's demeanor grew colder, and her demands became increasingly unreasonable. Despite her reluctance, Helen couldn't deny the strange thrill that coursed through her veins whenever she obeyed Maria's commands.
Every morning, she woke up earlier than usual, eager to fulfill her duties as a maid. Even though she was stripped of her former privileges, she found solace in the mundane tasks that kept her occupied. It was almost as if she were trapped in a dream, and she had to pinch herself every few moments to remind herself that this was reality.
One evening, Maria assigned Helen the task of cleaning the master bedroom. As she mopped the gleaming wooden floors, she couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was watching her. Her heartbeat raced, and beads of sweat trickled down her forehead. That night Maria brought home a woman and they laughed. Maria told Helen to tell the woman named Kira who she was.
"Hey, I'm Helen, the maid here," Helen introduced herself awkwardly.
Kira sized her up and replied, "Nice to meet you, Helen. I heard you're quite the housekeeper."
Helen shifted uncomfortably, feeling the weight of Maria's gaze on her.
"Yeah, well, I try my best," she muttered, avoiding Maria's piercing stare.
"So, what brings you by tonight?" Maria asked Kira flirtatiously.
Kira smiled coyly, running her fingers through her short dreadlocks. Tell Kira who you use to be Helen.
Maria commanded.
"I used to be the mistress of this house," Helen confessed, her voice quavering. "But now..."
"Ah, so Maria replaced you, huh?" Kira interjected, raising an eyebrow. "She sure knows how to pick 'em."
Maria chuckled darkly, her eyes sparkling with malice. "You should've seen her begging for mercy," she gloated. "Like a beaten dog."
Helen flinched, her stomach churning at the memory. Helen why don't you worship Kira's nyloned feet.
Maria suggested sarcastically.
Helen felt embarrassed and helpless, but she knew she had no choice. Slowly, she crawled her way over to Kira and lifted her leg, revealing a pair of smooth, black stockings. She gently placed her lips against the nylon, kissing it softly. Kira sighed contentedly, her eyes closed, enjoying the sensation.
"Keep going," Maria urged, smiling wickedly. "Show her that you're truly sorry for treating her so badly."
Helen nodded, swallowing her pride.
She knew that Kira's nylons weren't meant for worship, but she was eager to please Maria. Kira's legs were toned and strong, covered in shimmering black nylon. She smelled faintly of lavender, adding an extra layer of intimacy to the act.
Helen continued to kiss and caress Kira's nylons, her lips moving lower and lower. She kissed the tops of her thighs, her breath warm against the silky material. Kira moaned softly, arching her back in pleasure. They all headed to the bedroom where they tied Helen to a chair facing the bed. Kira and Maria stripped and got on the bed and started to make out.
Maria passionately kissed Kira, her hands roaming over her curves. Kira returned the kisses eagerly, her hands exploring Maria's body. As they undressed each other, their bodies tensed with anticipation. The smell of sex hung heavily in the air, the candles casting eerie shadows on the walls.
"Oh god," Kira moaned, her eyes rolling back."
Maria sucked on Kira's nipples, teasing her with her tongue. Kira arched her back, her breathing turning ragged. She reached down and touched Maria's crotch, feeling her moistness.
"You're so wet," she breathed, her voice husky with lust. "Tell me how much you want me."
Maria squirmed beneath her touch, her breath coming faster. "I want you, Kira," she gasped. "I've wanted you since the first time I saw you."
Kira smiled, her gaze burning with desire. "Then show me how bad you want it," she murmured, pulling Maria close.
Their mouths met in a passionate kiss, tongues entwining, hungry for more.
Maria's hands roamed over Kira's body, feeling the heat emanating from her skin. She traced the lines of her muscles, marveling at the strength hidden beneath her delicate exterior.
"I can't believe we're doing this," Kira whispered hoarsely, her breath hot against Maria's neck.
"What took us so long?" Maria teased, her fingers dancing along Kira's spine.
They rolled onto their sides, nestling close, their bodies flush against each other.
"This feels right, doesn't it?" Kira murmured, tracing a line down Maria's side.
Maria nodded, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "I've never felt this way before," she admitted.
Kira smiled, pressing her lips against Maria's shoulder. "Me neither," she agreed softly.
"We can't hide this anymore," Maria whispered, clutching Kira tighter.
"I know," Kira sighed, stroking Maria's hair. Well the good news my darling Kira is that Maid helen signed over her mansion and bank accounts to me.
Maria announced triumphantly.
Kira gave a low whistle, impressed. Wow, that's some serious revenge, girlfriend. She said admiringly.
Maria grinned smugly, basking in the admiration. Yeah, I guess so. She conceded modestly.
Kira couldn't help but chuckle, her laughter echoing in the silent room. I wish I could have seen her face when she signed those papers. She mused.
Maria smirked, her memories flashing back to the fateful day. Oh, I made sure she regretted every second of it. From today Kira she will also call you Mistress.
Maria explained.
Kira raised an eyebrow, intrigued. Why do you want me to be part of this? She queried curiously.
Maria smiled mysteriously, her dark eyes twinkling mischievously. I have plans for us, darling. Plans that involve taking our revenge on Helen. She confided secretively.
Kira's interest piqued, and she leaned in closely, eager to hear more. So, what's in it for me? She probed cautiously.
Maria locked eyes with Kira, her voice dropping to a whisper. Everything.
Maria stated matter-of-factly.
Kira's eyes widened, her pulse racing. Everything? she repeated, disbelief etched into her voice.
Maria nodded, her grin widening. Every last cent. She confirmed.
Kira sat up, her curiosity piqued. Okay, now you've got my attention. She declared. What's the catch?
Maria shrugged nonchalantly, her confidence unwavering. No catch. Just pure, satisfying revenge. She proclaimed.
Kira studied Maria carefully, weighing her options. Kira then suggested that maybe they should get married.
"You and me, Maria?" Kira exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise. "Are you sure about this?"
Maria nodded confidently, her gaze steady. "I've never been more certain of anything in my life."
Kira smiled, her heart swelling with affection. "Then yes," she whispered, her voice cracking. "I'm in."
Maria wrapped her arms around Kira, pulling her close. "Together forever," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. She looked at Helen with a smirk. Helen how do you address us.
Maria prompted Helen.
Helen swallowed hard, her throat dry. "Mistresses," she croaked, her voice breaking.
Maria and Kira exchanged a knowing glance, their smiles growing wider. They both stood up, towering over Helen.
"And now, it's time for your punishment," Maria declared, her voice cold and ruthless.
Helen trembled, her hands balling into fists. "What do you mean?" she stuttered, panic creeping into her voice.
Maria approached Helen, her lips curling into a sinister grin. Well Kira what shall we do with our maid? Kira said maybe they could give her a new hair style.
Maria took out scissors and combed Helen's long dark hair. She then cut it short into a bob which left Helen looking like a boy.
"There," Maria said with satisfaction. "That's much better."
Maybe we could give her some make up as well.
Kira offered brightly.
Maria smiled approvingly, handing Kira a makeup bag. Go ahead, show her how to apply it.
Kira nodded, her excitement mounting. She carefully applied foundation and concealer to Helen's face, accentuating her features. Next, she added mascara and eye shadow, giving Helen a bold, dramatic look. Finally, she dabbed lipstick onto Helen's full lips, completing the transformation.
"Wow, you look great, Helen," Kira complimented, her eyes shining with approval. We should really give her name that sounds more maid like said Maria.
Kira nodded enthusiastically, her eyes lighting up with excitement. Yes, a new name for our little servant. She chimed in.
Maria grinned, her dark eyes sparkling. How about we call her...
Maria paused dramatically, her lips quirking upwards.
Helen flinched, her heart pounding in her chest. Please, just call me Helen. She pleaded softly.
Maria shook her head, her grin turning malicious. No, I think we'll call you Candy or Fifi.
Maria decided, her voice cold and cruel. She handed Kira a pair of high heels and lingerie. Put these on.
Kira smirked, her eyes glittering with evil delight. With trembling hands, Helen obediently put on the tight lingerie and sky-high heels. The outfit transformed her appearance, making her look more like a prostitute than a maid.
As soon as Helen finished dressing, Maria handed her a broomstick. Start cleaning the entire house, starting from the attic.
Kira giggled wickedly, watching Helen hobble on her high heels.
"Come on, Candy," she mocked, "let's see how fast you can sweep these floors."
Helen bit her lip, struggling to maintain her balance. "Please," she begged, her voice strained, "can I just wear regular shoes?"
Maria shook her head, her eyes narrowing. "No," she snapped, "we wouldn't want you to ruin those gorgeous high heels, would we?"
Helen groaned inwardly, the vicious laughter cutting through her like a knife.
The humiliation was almost too much to bear. Still, she forced herself to push past the feelings of despair and continue cleaning the mansion.
The broom creaked loudly as she swept, the sound reverberating through the vast rooms. Her eyes scanned the intricate patterns of the carpet, each thread woven with painstaking detail. For a moment, she forgot her plight as she admired the craftsmanship. Then, the laughter echoed in her ears again, and she grimaced, her shoulders drooping.
"Not bad, Candy," Kira called out, her voice carrying through the open doorways.
"But you'd better speed up that mopping if you want dinner tonight."
Helen grit her teeth, her anger simmering beneath the surface. But she knew better than to argue with her tormentors. With renewed determination, she swiped the mop across the marble floor, sending a cloud of dust spiraling upward.
"And what's this?" Maria shouted, holding up a stained pillowcase. "Did you not finish your laundry yesterday?"
Helen flushed, her cheeks heating up.
"I—I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice barely audible. "I didn't realize it hadn't been done yet."
Maria sneered, her eyes boring into Helen's. "Well, you certainly aren't the sharpest tool in the shed, are you?" she jeered. "But that's okay, because I've got plenty of tools to sharpen you up."
Kira laughed, her eyes alight with amusement.