A Maid's Delivery

Bree stood outside Havenbrook’s gates, her heart pounding in her chest. The sleek black phone Miranda had given her felt heavier than it should have, like it carried more than just data—it carried purpose. She took a deep breath, steadying herself before stepping inside.

The familiar sterile halls of the facility stretched out before her, but everything felt different. Bree walked with quiet confidence, the phone safely tucked into her bag. Her thoughts flickered to Miranda’s words the night before: “You’re doing something very important. I’m proud of you.” The memory sent a shiver down her spine, filling her with a sense of purpose.

As she reached Garrett’s cell, Bree paused, adjusting her maid outfit under her jacket. The reinforced door loomed in front of her, a stark reminder of his confinement. Without hesitation, she pressed the intercom button beside the door, her voice calm but firm. "Delivery for Garrett Silver."

A guard nearby glanced at her, checked his clipboard, and nodded. The heavy door unlocked with a loud metallic click, swinging open slowly to reveal the confined space within.

Bree stepped through the doorway, her footsteps echoing slightly on the concrete floor as the door clanged shut behind her, locking her inside with Garrett. Garrett sat on the narrow cot, his piercing gaze lifting to meet hers as the door clicked shut behind her.

“Bree,” he said, his tone neutral but curious. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

She offered a nervous smile, closing the door behind her. “I brought something for you.”

Garrett arched an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. “Oh? And what might that be?”

Without a word, Bree reached into her bag and pulled out the phone, holding it out to him. Garrett took it, his fingers brushing against hers briefly. The touch sent a jolt through Bree, though she quickly masked her reaction.

“What’s this?” Garrett asked, inspecting the device.

“A gift,” Bree said softly. “From Miranda.”

Garrett’s expression darkened slightly, a glint of predatory curiosity flashing in his eyes as he turned the phone over in his hands. His fingers traced the edges of the device slowly, as though savoring the weight of what it represented. Power. Control. His lips curved into a faint smirk, the corners tugging upward with the anticipation of possibilities. His gaze flicked briefly to Bree, who stood waiting silently, and the thought crept in—She has no idea what she’s just handed me. He pressed the power button, the screen lighting up with a message:

“Say ‘Slut-Maid.’”

Garrett’s lips twitched into a faint smile, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Slut-Maid?”

The moment the words left his mouth, Bree’s posture stiffened. Her eyes glazed over, her expression going blank as her knees hit the cold, hard floor with a quiet thud. A shiver ran down her spine, her body moving on instinct as if surrendering to an unspoken command. Her breathing slowed, each inhale and exhale steady, mechanical. Garrett’s gaze lingered on her motionless form, taking in the subtle tremor in her hands and the way her lips parted slightly, as if awaiting further orders. The tension in the room thickened, charged with unspoken power and anticipation. Bree’s blank stare held no resistance, only silent obedience, her mind completely open and **** to whatever Garrett desired.

“I stand ready to serve, Master,” Bree said, her voice soft and automatic. “What is your command?”

Garrett’s amusement faded, replaced by curiosity and intrigue. He leaned forward, studying Bree’s serene face. “You’re... in trance?”

“Yes, Master.” Bree’s tone was calm, obedient. “I am here to serve.”

Garrett’s fingers drummed against the metal frame of the cot as he considered his next move. “Interesting.” He picked up the phone, scrolling through the messages, until another one from Miranda caught his eye:

“Use her. She won’t remember. Everything will return to her as a dream.”

A slow smile spread across Garrett’s face. He pressed the call button, waiting for Miranda to answer.

“Garrett,” Miranda’s voice came through, smooth and composed. “I see you’ve received my gift.”

“What exactly am I dealing with here?” Garrett asked, his tone curious.

Miranda chuckled softly. “Bree is yours now. She’s been conditioned to respond to you. Use the trigger word, and she will enter her maid mode. She won’t remember anything afterward—it will feel like a dream to her. But trust me, Garrett, everything she does in that state will bring her pleasure.”

Garrett glanced down at Bree, who remained perfectly still, her gaze unfocused. “And you’re certain she won’t remember?”

“Completely,” Miranda assured him. “She’s ready. And this is just the beginning. Tomorrow, we’ll meet, and I’ll explain everything in detail. For now, enjoy your new maid.”

Garrett ended the call, setting the phone down on the cot's metal frame. He leaned forward, his gaze locked on Bree, a mix of curiosity and hunger burning behind his eyes. This is control, he thought, his mind racing with dark possibilities. He relished the sight of her kneeling there, motionless, her blank expression waiting for his command. She’s mine now. The power he held over her was intoxicating, each passing moment deepening his excitement. Miranda has given me the perfect gift, he mused, the corners of his lips curling into a darker smile. Let’s see just how far we can take this.

“Bree,” he said softly, testing her response. “Look at me.”

Bree’s head lifted, her eyes locking onto his with unwavering focus. “Yes, Master?”

Garrett’s lips curled into a satisfied smile. “You’ve done well. Tell me, do you find pleasure in serving?”

“Yes, Master,” Bree replied. “Serving brings me joy.”

“Good.” Garrett rose from the cot, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey in the confined space. Each step echoed softly on the concrete floor, the sound carrying an ominous weight in the silence. His eyes never left Bree, studying her with a mixture of curiosity and dark amusement. He stopped just inches away from her, towering over her kneeling form, savoring the power shift. His fingers brushed her cheek, tilting her chin upward, the touch deceptively gentle. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice low, almost a growl. "Completely mine." He reached down, gently tilting her chin up with his fingers. “Then let’s see how well you serve.”

Bree’s lips parted slightly, her breath steady as she awaited his next command.

Garrett leaned in, his voice a low whisper. “You will make me very happy, Bree.”

Bree’s serene expression didn’t waver. “That’s all I want, Master.”

She wrapped her lips around him, her tongue swirling around the tip as she took him deeper into her mouth.

"That's it, my dirty little whore," Garrett growled, his hands fisting in her hair. "Suck my dick like the good little slut you are."

Bree moaned around him, the degrading words only serving to turn her on more. She moved her mouth up and down his shaft, her hand working in tandem with her mouth. She could feel his dick growing harder in her mouth, and she knew he was close.

"Fuck, Bree," Garrett groaned, his hips thrusting forward as he came in her mouth. "Swallow it all, you filthy whore."

Bree obeyed, swallowing every last drop of his cum. She looked up at him, her eyes shining with a mix of submission and desire. Garrett looked down at her, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "Good girl," he praised, helping her to her feet.

He pushed her up against the cold, hard wall, his hands exploring her body through the flimsy fabric of her maid outfit. He tore the outfit open, revealing her naked body underneath. His hands cupped her breasts, his thumb flicking over her hard nipples. Bree moaned, her body responding to his touch like a live wire.

"You want me to fuck you, don't you?" Garrett asked, his voice rough in her ear.

"I want what you desire, Master," Bree whimpered, her voice trembling with need. "Service is my joy… my purpose."

Garrett didn't make her wait. He lifted her up, impaling her on his hard dick. Bree cried out, her hands clinging to his shoulders as he began to move inside her. He was rough, his thrusts hard and fast. Bree could feel every inch of him inside her, stretching her to her limits.

"Fuck, you dirty Maid," Garrett groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he slammed into her. "Your pussy feels so fucking good."

Bree could only moan in response, her body lost in the sensation of his cock inside her. She was near the Edge but didn´t felld enithing do to her deep trance, her body tightening around him. Garrett could sense it too, his thrusts growing harder and more ****.

"Come for me, Bree," he commanded, his voice low, rough, and unyielding. "Come on my cock."

Bree obeyed instantly, her body shattering around him, a cry of pleasure escaping her lips. Yet her body remained perfectly still — frozen in place, every muscle tensed in unwavering submission.

Garrett pulled out, a satisfied growl rumbling from his chest as his cock erupted, painting her bare back with thick, hot streams. The sight of her — motionless, obedient, marked by him — stirred something deeper within.

He looked down at her, his gaze dark with both satisfaction and a flicker of something more. Possession. Control.

Bree lifted her head slowly, her eyes glazed yet filled with quiet devotion. A faint, almost serene smile played on her lips, her body remaining perfectly still.

"Thank you, Master," she murmured, her voice soft, monotone, laced with absolute surrender.

Then, without hesitation:

"What is your next order?"

As the trance session came to an end, Bree’s mind remained blank, her body moving on instinct, driven by the commands given to her. Everything she experienced, everything she felt, would return to her later as a pleasant dream—a dream she would cherish without understanding why. But those dreams would leave traces, subtle imprints on her waking mind. Each time she remembered them, a lingering warmth would spread through her, reinforcing her need to serve, to obey. Slowly, without realizing it, her dreams would shape her desires, making submission feel natural, necessary—a part of who she was becoming.

"You may go now, Bree."

Bree blinked slowly, her blank expression shifting as she emerged from the trance. She stood gracefully, smoothing her jacket and adjusting her bag without any indication of what had transpired.

"Thank you for the phone," Garrett said, his tone calm and measured. Bree nodded politely, her lips curling into a faint, serene smile.

"I’m glad to help," Bree replied softly, before turning and walking toward the cell door. The guard outside opened it without a word, and Bree stepped out, her footsteps echoing in the quiet corridor. She didn’t look back.

As she left Havenbrook, Bree’s thoughts felt light and peaceful. The lingering warmth of a pleasant dream settled over her, though she couldn’t quite place the source of her contentment. All she knew was that she had fulfilled her task, and it felt right.

Moments after Bree departed, Garrett picked up the phone and opened the messaging app, his fingers moving quickly over the screen.

Miranda: I trust everything went well? "I trust everything went well."

Garrett: She left without a clue. And she’s... effective. "

Miranda: Of course she is. Now, take a look at the CVI app on that phone."

Garrett frowned slightly.

Garrett: The CVI? What’s that?"

Miranda’s voice softened, carrying a hint of reverence.

Miranda: Cognitive Vision Interface. It’s a tool you’ll find very useful, Master. I’ll explain everything tomorrow during our session. For now, explore the app. Consider it a preview of the control you’re about to wield."

Garrett leaned back on the cot, his gaze flicking to the phone in his hand.

Garrett: "Tomorrow, then."

Miranda:"Tomorrow," "Everything is falling into place, Master.“

I managed to sit down and get some proper writing done! You can look forward to another chapter today, along with several new polls.

And on Sunday, I'll be wrapping up the first phase of the White Hollow Arc with Chapter 30. Stay excited—things are about to get intense!