“Yes. I knew about her...”

I cringed, realising that all my indiscretions were coming home to roost. Figuratively speaking. A house is not a home, but now it would be a prison for me. And with Gail the warden...Orange is the New Black ahoy.

Any thoughts of a lovely lesbian porno on my desk were quickly dashed at the sight of my old study. Clearly, Gail had set out to set us on a different footing. One where the power and control rested firmly with her and my emasculation and lowly subservient status was constantly reinforced.

The small bed would not be uncomfortable, but it looked like a basket or pillow for a pet; likewise the rows of sex toys and harnesses, a rack of costumes, and even a little camera in the corner. "I hear live-streaming is all the rage these days. I'm sure you know; computer records had you streaming from camgirls during office hours." I suppressed a groan. "But now...day one on the job."

I was horrified to learn that I was amazing at 'the feminine stuff' now. Hair, make-up, heels, everything went on perfectly smoothly. I was unsurprised to learn that my underwear was now rather racy and lacy, and the bra lifted the bottom of my breasts but did not cover the front, allowing my pert nipples to poke through the thin apron of the maid outfit he wore. It was indecent, sexy and arousing as all fuck.

Teetering forward in my new heels I saw my former staff arrayed before me and gulped. All my old mainstays were gone. Valerie, our sexy housekeeper slash manager slash side piece. Hernandez, the buff head of security I was sure Gail had been boffing. And Quinlan, our mutual physical instructor was here. Oh, my.

This was going to be exciting.

Gail grinned as I approached unsteadily in my heels. I was acutely conscious of my state of undress. In fact it had been better being nude. This outfit just made me look ridiculous. It was a parody of a uniform designed to humiliate and belittle me. And therefore arouse me. The visible tops of my nipples were clearly erect and I felt the crotch of my see through panties get wet. I stood there feeling little, silly, effeminate, sexy, desirable and the butt of a joke. "You all remember my former husband Ben." She stated redundantly. Of course they knew this was me. They'd had a direct interest in the matter and had all seen the carrying out of the sentence on the feeds. "This sorry peice of ass is all that remains."

"She is much shorter than I expected," Valerie noted, amused by my evident discomfort. These people were not my peers. They had been my staff. And now I was being paraded before them for their amusement.

"Yes. And thanks to the Z-chamber she is much improved. Small. Weak. Submissive. A high libido. A little sex toy. Not unlike how Ben once considered most woman. Oh. She no longer has pheremones to get you into bed Valerie..." Gail observed. Valerie's eyes narrowed as she realised that I had taken advantage of her. Her expression grew dark and somewhat vindictive as she considered her ****. I felt scared and excited at her possible just desserts.

"Feel free to boss her around and humiliate her. She deserves it. In fact she is now the least senior member of my staff. Please delegate your most menial tasks too her. And if you want have her perform her duties naked, I don't mind. I encourage it in fact. She really does deserve this after all."

Gail waited to a side as each of the senior staff made their personal greetings. Evidently, she was not done with me for today.

First up was Hernandez, who went straight for the grope. His huge hands enveloped even my sizable breasts and squeezed as if he was trying to crush them. All power, no care. Having him roll the nipples in his thick fingers left me wet and panting, knees knocking together. "I'm looking forward to spending time with you, Master." I said. Why did I have to call him master and be so... inviting? The thought of sex with a man should have horrified me... no interested me.

Next up was Quinlan, her green eyes bright with impish delight. She didn't lay her hands on me, but walked two circles around him, eyeing him up. She seemed to focus on my hips, calves and chest, muttering to herself about body fat and shapeliness. "Well, I suppose I can disregard our weightlifting training plan. Not that you spent much time lifting weights, really." Gail didn't flinch. She had known about this indiscretion? I had not been getting any leaner, though thanks to Quinlan I didn’t end up short of breath during sex. All that practice, after all.

Finally, Valerie simply laughed. "I'll be waiting on the veranda when you're done, sweetness." That was a threat and a promise, even.

Gail stepped back over to me. "Of course, you won't be able to go upstairs any more. You're definitely a downstairs person, or even a under-the-stairs kind of lay."