"YES, oh yes!"

Your eyes are staring into nothingness, your mouth open, your brain feels all fluffy, but your crotch feels on fire, as you moan: "Yes, yes, that's what I want! I want to become a maid, like you Blanche. YES, ohhh, yes!!"

The thought alone seems to drive you over the edge and plunge you into an intense orgasm. You let the vibrator buzz softly along your clit and you ride the wave of the climax, smiling, probably looking like a fool, but happy.

"One moment, Madame", Blanche says, pats you on the cheek and leaves the room. You hear her high heels clicking on the floor, and then her voice. The state you're in makes it hard to concentrate, but you catch bits and pieces of her conversation, as she seems to talk to someone. You hear how she says "... quicker than expected" and "... you can pick her up now..." and "... yes, I tripled the dose, that seems to have done the trick." Strangely, her voice doesn't sound French anymore. Shouldn't that be odd...?

Then a second orgasm hits you, and that's much more important than anything Blanche might say, so you concentrate on yourself again.

"Please stretch your arms", says Blanche's voice suddenly, back in the room, and there is something so compelling about her voice, so demanding and so decisive, that you follow her orders. Following orders suddenly feels right and natural. Your whole body still tingles from the aftershocks of the second climax and you are just mulling the thought if you can squeeze out a third one, as you slowly, slowly realize that someone or something is bending your arms in the most peculiar position.

You blink and try to find out what's happening, although that turns out to be pretty hard. Your mind still feels fluffed and fuzzy, your mouth is dry, you have trouble to see straight, everything is spinning. As you finally manage to scrap a bit of concentration, you realize that Blanche has put you into a straight jacket und secured your arms tightly around your body.

Isn't that odd, you think.

But somehow it's still difficult to turn that realization into anything useful. You breathe a few times, your chest heaving and falling, and slowly, slowly, your mind clears. Your eyelids flutter again and you see Blanche, holding a syringe.

"What...?", you start, and for a moment you feel completely sober. You try to rise, but you are somehow tied to the chair and can't move, your arms helplessly tucked away at the side. Blanche has overpowerd you while you were... somehow ****.

"Hush, hush", she answers, smiling, approaching you. "You will get your wish. And you will be a fantastic maid. And don't worry, I will take good care of your husband. I will fuck him so often that he won't have time for anything else. He will be a useless thing, but he will be constantly happy."

Realization dawns on you. This is what it as all about from the beginning! Turning you and Dave into mindless, sex-crazy people. ****, somehow, probably with stuff mixed into your food... or...? It doesn't matter. You need to escape!

As you struggle against your bonds, Blanche's soft laughter fills the room. "Don't fight it! Relax! Soon you will be a Happy Maid just like me." You feel the syringe plunge into your left thigh. "No! NO!", you scream, but Blanche just smiles and pats your cheek. "Shhhh...", she says. A few moments later, you feel your muscles relax and your thoughts escaping. You don't know why you were struggling. You don't even know exactly who you are or what you are doing here. You hear the bell ring, you see Blanche opening the door, and three young men in white uniforms are entering the house.

You smile at them, happy. "I need to fuck!", you tell them, with a happy grin on your face. Most frustratingly, they don't listen to you at all. Instead, they lift your up from your chair and start walking you out. "Who wants to fuck?", you ask them again. "I am good to fuck! I can suck good and fuck good and... I... I... want to fuck!", you somehow run out of words. What else is there to say? Why are they not reacting? "I... fucky fucky", you start again, and you nod emphatically, but somehow this great explanation does not change anything neither.

"Gag her, Steve, I don't want to listen to that babble the whole ride back", says one of the men. "They are always the same when we pick them up. Horny as hell and stupid as rocks. You don't really understand what's going on, but somhow find yourself with a ball gag in your mouth, as they walk you to a white van. Despite the intruder, you try to explain them that you are a very good fuck, but they still don't listen.

They put you into the van and shut the doors. The last glance you get is the sight of a house. It looks lovely. A maid in a maid's costume stands on the porch and watches you leave. She looks very happy. You hope that one day, you can be a maid just like her.