Melissa woke up with a start the next morning. Most mornings she was a bit groggy before her first cup of coffee, but today she felt wide awake and ready to embrace the day. She sat up in bed, looked over at her Master, and smiled. He looks so cute lying there. Her hands pushed the covers off of him, accelerating his awakening, so that she could slide his boxer shorts down to the end of the bed.

“Oh, look at what I see here,” she said as her tongue rode up and down his increasingly hard cock. Melissa gave it a few more licks and sucked up and down until rock hard. A small amount of pre-cum dripped down into her mouth, but before the busty slave could smile at her Master’s gift, he, more alert now, spoke up:

“STOP!”

Melissa froze in place, staring up at his cock, a smile curving on her face. She bit down on her bottom lip to stop herself as commanded. The concept of displeasing her owner and not getting to swallow his cum was unfathomable.

“Bend over,” Brett said in a commanding tone as he looked her over. If she obeyed him without hesitation, according to Chip, he would know the subliminal had worked its magic.

His slave’s hesitation was only a split second before she crawled off the bed and bent over to touch her toes. Slowly, she dropped down to all fours submissively. “Good girl. Now, thrust your ass out a little more. Once you have bent over more often, you’ll obey automatically.”

Melissa quickly adjusted her position, disobedience was impossible, “yes, Master,” and replied quietly.

Brett, pleased with her performance, smiled and patted her bottom a few times. He walked around to stand in front of his slave. “Stand up,” he instructed.

Melissa, quicker than usual even for her high standards, stood up and looked down at the floor in submissive deferment until Brett pulled her face to his eye level with a hand. “Good girl. I am pleased you obeyed so quickly. We are going to spend a few more days practicing until we get to the real thing.” He paused briefly, staring into her beautiful blue eyes. “If we move gradually, obeying will be easier for you, don’t you think?”

She smiled back, leaning in to kiss him gently on the mouth. After holding the kiss for a few moments, she dug her head into his shoulder, “I love you so much, Master,” was all she could say, positively smitten with him this morning. For a second, she considered why her reluctance to be used anally had been conquered so easily, and passively, this morning, but before she could consider it further the thought passed out of her mind to be replaced by one of the mantras brainwashed into her the night before: ...you will not have any doubts or indecision about any aspect of your service...

They embraced for a minute; Brett slowly pulled away and motioned for her to sit down with him on the bed. Quietly she followed him, sitting down, placing her hand over his, and squeezing tightly.

Brett paused for a moment, thinking through what he had planned to say to make sure his words sounded right. Finally, after a long moment he had the words. He turned towards his only love and smiled, slowly starting to speak quietly. “I have to get ready for work now. I need to take a shower and then get on the road; today is my turn to pick up the coffee.” He motioned towards their living room, “once I am done and out the door I want you to take a shower and then go out in the living room, there is a package for you there,” and kissed her on the side of the head.

Melissa smiled, put her head on his shoulder again, whispering yes, Master quietly. After he went towards the bathroom, she sat down quietly on the bed waiting for him to get dressed and leave so she could obey. A post hypnotic suggestion triggered in her mind and the busty slave pulled out her ear buds and hit play again. Quickly, she fell back into trance and waited mindlessly for her Master to instruct her as last night’s programming was further reinforced.

Once he had gone out the door, Melissa got up and took a quick shower. She toweled herself off and walked out into the living room in her robe. On the dinner table there was, in fact, a large box. She smiled at the cute bow holding the wrapping together. Opening the box, she found another slightly smaller box with a letter on top. Staring at the letter for a moment, she shrugged and opened the envelope. Inside was a letter:

Dear Melissa-

Enclosed is an outfit for you to wear today. You will wear the uniform like a good girl. After dressing, complete the list of tasks I have for you at the bottom of the letter. Now, get dressed and I will see you later today

Master

Smiling, Melissa put down the letter and began to open the second box. Inside, she found a black dress amongst other things. Upon closer examination, she found a maid’s uniform. Grinning widely at Brett’s choice of outfit she pulled out the uniform, undergarments, stockings, and heels. She brought everything back to her room to try on. First, she put on the dark pink panties, sliding them up her legs to a snug fit. Brett loved to buy her underwear, leaving her gifts in different parts of their home every so often. Next, she put on the matching bra, which hugged her 42DD breasts very snuggly.

Melissa stepped in front of the mirror and looked at herself. In the time they had been dating, she had finally started to really deal with many of the body issues she had gained growing up through adolescence and early adulthood. She was always the fat girl, never taken seriously by anyone. Riot girl and embracing her inner slut had actually made things worse in college, as then she was the butt of even cruder fat jokes. However, when Brett described her, he used words like beautiful, voluptuous, and sexy. She looked herself over and for the first time, in a very long time, really liked what she saw.

The uniform was an almost perfect fit, tight in all the right places, yet comfortable enough to wear. Brett’s attention to detail when buying things really impressed and amazed her on a daily basis; she loved him so much. Again, she found herself staring in the mirror; she looked so sexy, her curves and shape really filling out the uniform. She then slid on the black stockings and four-inch pumps of the same color, taking a step forward and backward to get a feel for them.

Melissa made her way back into the living room, her heels making a muffled clicking noise across their carpeted floor. She instantly returned to the box, clearing away some of the packaging into the garbage in the kitchen. Getting rid of the remaining box, she found the second letter Brett had mentioned would have her tasks for the day enclosed. Quickly opening along the right end out popped a piece of folded up notebook paper. Unfolding the note, Melissa read the list carefully:

1.Tidy the kitchen and living room

2.Do any dishes left out

3.Vacuum

4.Break for Lunch

5.Laundry

6.If there is time before I come home, start dinner

7.If you need me for anything, my faculty email is open all day, I will check before each period

8.Love you

Melissa smiled and put the paper back into the envelope, placing the note on their dining room table. Slowly she walked into the kitchen, quickly getting used to her outfit and heels. The dark haired slave had been wearing higher heels recently more often, but, still, getting accustomed to them took a few minutes.

Getting into the kitchen, she looked around at where she could start. She started a cup of coffee in their coffee maker, staring at the machine for a few seconds until the water started dripping. Grinning for a moment, she turned and started to place all of their dishes into the dishwasher, filling up the dishes from the previous day. Once the machine was full, she flicked the on switch and listened for the quiet beeps of the dishwasher.

After sitting down for a few minutes to enjoy her morning cup of coffee, next she turned herself to cleaning up the actual kitchen. Melissa sprayed down the counter and wiped the surface clean. She then checked the cabinets and refrigerator to see if anything had to add to the shopping list.

After completing the list, she was not sure what to do next. Mentally she had decided to do one task at time. She stared at the dishwasher, trying to think of what to do next. Melissa stared at the black machine and became lost in thought. She wanted to please her Master, but she also wanted to follow his instructions. Taking a step towards the left, the click of her heels on the floor reminded her of her outfit. She was a slave! More importantly, she was a maid. Melissa had to do exactly as asked, which meant performing the duties on Master’s list in order. Before her mind could tell her otherwise, she found herself standing at attention, waiting quietly in trance for the dishwasher to end.

The ding of the dishwasher, announcing its end, brought Melissa back to life. Quickly double-checking the list in the living room, she moved to the closet and pulled out the vacuum, her heels clicking loudly across the floor as she walked. She plugged it into the wall socket and flicked the switch, starting to go from room to room vacuuming the floor. Melissa vacuumed their room, Master’s office and the hallway between them.

Completing Master’s task, she dusted off everything in his office, trying to sort everything as she went. She dusted under and above everything, her breasts hanging forward as she bent over and leaned to continue cleaning. Finally, she finished and walked back into the hallway to look around, slowly turning on her heels to take in the surroundings. Melissa smiled, satisfied in the way she had cleaned.

After breaking for lunch, Melissa started to put two days worth of laundry into the washing machine. Once they were in the wash, she stood in front again puzzled as to how to continue. Her thoughts were disordered and confused, but after a few minutes of staring at the washing machine her eyes glazed over and she slowly moved to attention and waited there for the washer to run its cycle.

Once both loads were complete, she looked at the clock; there was still about a half hour before Melissa’s Master came home. Quickly she took a walk around the house, moving more swiftly since she was more accustomed to her heels. A look into the kitchen, dining room, and Master’s study let her know she had accomplished everything listed.

Pausing for a moment between rooms, she thought about starting dinner but decided against doing so; dinner could wait until a little later. With the little bit of time remaining she would not have enough to get ready.

The bathroom was Melissa’s next stop. She freshened herself up a bit, fixing her makeup and washing her hands. A quick look at the hallway clock told her Master would be home in a few minutes, so she walked out into the hallway and moved to attention, again, quietly waiting. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary to her.

“Sure, Kelly, well, just redo the paper and I am sure you will pass the semester.”

The ditzy girl in front of Brett smiled and did a little jump, her teenage breasts bouncing up and down, “thanks!” The girl giggled out of the room and off to the late bus. Brett sighed; staying after school was such a chore lately. Most of his classes were going great, but Kelly and a few others in his basic literature class were just too much. If only there was a way to make these girls excited about something more than cheerleading and their boyfriends.

Brett laughed and rolled his eyes as he locked up his room and left for the day. Very funny.

Melissa had been at attention for a few minutes when a quick glance at the clock told her the time was now 3:15. Master would be home very shortly and she could not wait. Today had been a big day for her, probably the most important day of her submission and time in the lifestyle even.

As she thought over the events of the day, a bit puzzled her. Melissa had given up many of her problems with serving her Master rather suddenly. Sure, properly serving her Master was wonderful but everything seemed so sudden. For the life of her, she could not put a finger on what had triggered her drastic attitude change. As her Master came through the door, all she could think was how she felt like a newly born again girl.

After pulling into the driveway, Brett locked the doors of his car and walked inside. He was only a few steps in when he saw Melissa in her uniform, at attention. The sight was such a shock to him; Brett dropped his school bag on the ground. Melissa was in uniform, looking amazing as always. Brett was not particularly surprised; he was confident she was a properly trained girl and would have obeyed. His slave standing at attention did surprise him a bit, as did the girl’s glassy, downward drawn eyes.

“Why, hello dear,” was all Brett could get out before taking a few steps back to take in his slave’s beauty. He looked her up and down, grinning at how sexy she looked in uniform. Melissa was a beautiful girl, stunning in fact. Over the years, she had gotten so much shit for her weight, for her non-monogamy, for her feminist leanings. As he walked around her right now, he could not believe how anyone could think she was not the most beautiful girl in the universe.