Emily's servitude

The days that followed where mostly normal. Emily would do all the chores. It wasn't like that was super wierd to Amanda, she just imagined they would share the responsibilities. Maybe they would switch each week? Emily doing the chores this week and Amanda next week? Yes, that could work. Emily also offered to wash Amanda's clothes, but she politely refused this. She felt she needed something to do and not just shove everything on Emily. However, Emily was quite insistent. She would ask each day. "Would you allow me to do your laundry?" and "Please let me do this. I want to do this." and other phrases were not uncommon. After four days she was kind of tired of this. She didn't answer Emily. "I take that as a yes? Please say yes." Emily pushed. Amanda just nodded, and just like that Emily was doing her laundry. After that, Emily started pushing other things. She would nag Amanda about them. Constantly asking her to let her do it at every chance she got. After some days it got tiring. If Amanda did not answer, Emily would take that as a yes. So she constantly had to turn her down. In a weak moment, like when she was exhausted after a long day, relaxing in the couch, Emily would ask her. She didn't have the energy to resist, so she just relented then. And that's how it went.

After two weeks, Emily was doing all the chores. Amanda would just walk in, sit down, eat, and leave. Emily would prepare all her meals, set the table, clean the table and do the dishes. After some convincing, Amanda just put things wherever she felt like and Emily would put them in their proper place. If she found some snacks she would just leave it in the sofa. She would just throw her dirty clothes on the floor, and Emily would pick them up. Amanda had tried to ask when it would be her turn to clean, only to be dismissed by Emily. The new thing Emily now tried to do for her was to dress her, and bring her snacks when she wanted it. To Amanda this was overkill. She could just go to the kitchen and pop some popcorn or take some coockies, no big deal. After all, she would just leave them wherever and let Emily clean it up. And the dressing seemed too ****. She could dress herself just fine, but Emily still insisted. She just brought this up yesterday, so that's why Amanda was still able to say no.

On that Tuesday evening, Emily brought up a subject they hadn't been talking about since they met. "Ma'am. What about the serpent staff? How about you hold it? Hm?" Emily asked gently. She had not called Amanda Ma'am before so Amanda was mildly surprised by this. "Why the ma'am? Got some fetish you haven't told me about here?" Amanda teased playfully."maybee ~ ~? Why don't you indulge me... ~ for a bit? Don't your lovley servant deserve it? ~~" Emily responed playfully with a mischievous grin. Well, if this is what she wanted, Amanda would oblige. After all, Emily had already done so much for her already, so the least she could do was play along with her fantasies for a little to satisfy her. Unknown to Amanda, when she lay asleep, Emily would go out to the living room and stare at the staff for an hour or so. Letting the staff slowly influence her mind. She knew Amanda wouldn't let her serve right away, so she needed to be smart, taking it one step at a time. If getting to serve Amanda completley meant convincing her she had some kind of fetish, so be it. In some sense, it wasn't far from the truth.

So Amanda went to the corner in the living room snd grabbed the staff. "What now, you little minx?" Amanda asked with a smile. Emily smiled too. "Just sit down at the couch ma'am," Emily said as she bowed her head and gestured woth her hand to the couch. "and let me take care of the rest." After Amanda sat down, Emily walked behind her and started to massage her sholders. Amanda closed her eyes and relaxed. "That's it ma'am. Just relax." Like that Amanda had a nice relaxing massage.

Two days later, she had let Emily prepare her snacks. "Ma'am?" Emily said and bowed when she returned with the snacks. Emily hadn't called her "ma'am" since the massage two days ago, so Amanda concluded Emily wanted to indulge in her fantasy once more. And so, Amanda played along "Yes, servant?" Emily didn't look up from her bowed position. "Allow this servant to bring you your staff ma'am?" Amanda raised an eyebrow and guestured with her right hand, as though she was missing something in it. "Sure." She said before remembering to stay in character. "I mean, permission granted servant." She then got a lovley massage once again while eating the prepared snacks. Emily would now whisper encouragements in her ear: "You are so powerful ma'am", "you are the most beautiful person ma'am.", "you are so regal ma'am. You could easily be mistaken as a queen." Mostly Amanda would just ignore the praise and enjoy the massage.

This became a thing. Five days after the second massage, or "praise-session" as Amanda called it, the sessions had become a regular thing. They had done it three more times. She had recently also relented on the clothing, and this was the first morning she didn't dress herself. Instead she just lifted an arm or foot when required and Emily did the rest. "Remember, when you want to undress in the evening, just call upon me, okay?" Emily had insisted. Amanda hadn't really had time to reflect on her new lifestyle yet. She just "went the path of least resistance". But it was nice being cared for in this way. Maybe they would have anither "praise-session" tonight?