Cleanup

Summer was woken up by a sharp kick to her side. "You didn't clean up," Tara said. "Who doesn't clean up after a party?"
The **** got onto her knees as fast as she could. "I'm sorry Mistress," she said, kissing the ground in front of Tara. She didn't mention that she had never wanted that party, or that she'd been ordered asleep right after it. Just immediate begging for forgiveness.
"I'm feeling generous," Tara said. "So here's what's going to happen. I'm going to go to work, and you're going to spend all day cleaning up after my party. If I get home and don't like what I see, then I'll punish you. Does that scare you, ****?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"It should. By the way, your outfit is in the closet."

The outfit Tara was referring to was a skimpy french maid outfit. Summer dutifully put it in, and then got to work. The house was pretty thoroughly trashed. Summer started by gathering up the large pieces of trash: beer cans on the floor, trays left out from the previous night. She took the trashcans to the front of the house, not caring that neighbors gawked at her french maid getup. Then sweeping, vacuum cleaning, washing the floor. It was hours and hours of hard work, but she couldn't stop.
Next Summer got to work on the dishes. While the dish washer was running, she scoured the house for the remaining scattered cups. She found plenty. She also found a few used condoms. Slowly and carefully, she squeezed every drop of semen out of them and onto her own body. She knew it was what her mistress would want.
By the time Tara returned home, the obedient maid was completely exhausted. She'd made a huge dent in the mess, but there was plenty left. She braced herself for punishment.