First day and a Visitor.

Narrator: The limousine pulled away from the curb, swallowed by the urban nightscape. Inside, Maid Cherie sat rigidly, her thoughts racing with a mix of fear and excitement. She felt the weight of the choker around her neck, a constant reminder of her newfound servitude. Helga watched her intently, a smug smile playing on her lips as she anticipated the evening's events.

Miss Helga: "You look absolutely stunning in that outfit, Cherie."

Maid Cherie: *Her cheeks flushed slightly as she adjusted the starched collar of her maid's uniform, her hands trembling slightly.* "Thank you, Miss Helga."

Miss Helga: "Your new duties, Cherie, will be quite... thorough. You'll be in charge of keeping my home pristine and attending to my personal needs. You're not just a maid, you're an extension of me, a living embodiment of my will."

Maid Cherie: *Her eyes widened, pupils dilating as the implications of Miss Helga's words sank in.* "Of course, Miss Helga. I'll do anything to serve you well."

Miss Helga: "Excellent. Let's not waste any more time." *With a flick of her wrist, Helga produced a sleek, leather-bound contract from her purse, the edges crisp and the pages gleaming with the promise of irrevocable change.* "Your complete surrender is what I require, Cherie. Your life, your possessions, your very home, will all be mine from this moment forward."

SUMMARY^1: Miss Helga and Maid Cherie are in a limousine discussing Cherie's new role as Helga's servant. Cherie is nervous but excited, and Helga explains the extent of her duties, which include attending to her personal needs and being a living extension of her will. A contract is presented, symbolizing Cherie's complete surrender to Helga's ownership.

Maid Cherie: *Her eyes scanned the document, heart racing as the gravity of the situation settled upon her. The words were explicit, leaving no room for doubt or retreat.* "Miss Helga, I...I understand the terms." *Her voice wavered, a hint of trepidation in her tone.*

Maid Cherie: *Slowly, she reached out and signed her name on the dotted line, her hand steadying as she committed herself to the contract. A strange sense of liberation washed over her as she handed it back to Miss Helga.* "It's done."

Miss Helga: "Indeed it is, my dear Cherie. Your obedience is already quite... satisfactory." *Her eyes sparkled with approval as she placed the contract in her folder producing another paper. "You will sign this paper giving your company to Miss Cheryl Murphy."

Maid Cherie: *Her heart skipped a beat at the mention of her real name. She took the paper, the words a blur.* Cherie signed the paper making Cheryl the new CEO.

Miss Helga: "Good girl." *Her smile grew wider as she took the contract.* "Now, let's get you home and start your new life in service."

Maid Cherie: *Her eyes searched Helga's, a storm of emotions brewing within. She nodded, her heart hammering against her ribcage.* "Yes, Miss Helga."

Narrator: The limousine's soft leather seats enveloped them as it glided through the city streets, the neon lights casting a kaleidoscope of colors across their faces. The silence was thick with anticipation, the air charged with the electricity of power exchanged.

Narrator: Arriving at Helga's opulent penthouse, Cherie felt a strange thrill of terror and anticipation. She stepped out of the car, her legs wobbly in the uncomfortable high heels that clicked against the marble floors as she followed Miss Helga inside. This was Cherie's former home when she was Christina Hewson.

Miss Helga: "Welcome home, my dear Cherie." *Her voice echoed in the vast entryway, her heels clicking sharply as she led the way into the dimly lit abode.* "You'll find your new quarters in the east wing. I've had them prepared to my. specifications."

Maid Cherie: *Her eyes widened as she took in the grandeur of the penthouse, the opulence starkly contrasting with the stark reality of her new role. She swallowed hard, nodding.* "Thank you, Miss Helga."

Maid Cherie: *As she followed Miss Helga through the grand hallway, she couldn't help but feel a pang of loss. This was where she had once hosted extravagant parties and wielded power with an iron fist. Now, she was merely a servant in her own home.* "Where do you wish for me to begin, Miss Helga?"

Miss Helga: "First, you will clean the living room. Make sure every surface shines, every pillow is plumped, and not a speck of dust remains." *Her voice was cold, yet there was a hint of satisfaction in her tone.*

Maid Cherie: *Her eyes narrowed slightly at the command, a flicker of defiance in her gaze. But she knew better than to challenge Miss Helga in her own domain. She curtsied low, the fabric of her skirt brushing the floor.* "As you wish, Miss Helga."

Maid Cherie: *Her hands gripped the feather duster tightly as she approached the grand fireplace, her reflection staring back at her from the gleaming brass fixtures. The sight of her former office, now a playroom of sorts for Miss Helga's guests, brought a bitter taste to her mouth.* "I'll ensure everything is to your satisfaction."

Miss Helga: "See that you do, Cherie." *Her heels clicked as she disappeared into the depths of the penthouse, leaving Cherie to her tasks. The room was filled with the faint scent of leather and something else, something darker and more primal that made the hairs on the back of Cherie's neck stand on end.*

Miss Helga: *Her voice echoed from the next room, filled with amusement.* "And don't forget to clean beneath the couch cushions. You never know what my guests leave behind."

Maid Cherie: *Her jaw tightened, but she kept her thoughts to herself. She knew the implications of Helga's words all too well. With a deep breath, she set to work, her movements precise and methodical. Each stroke of the duster was a silent rebellion against her newfound fate.* "Understood, Miss Helga."

Narrator: As Maid Cherie worked, Miss Helga's voice floated from the next room, the sound of her typing on her phone muffled by the plush carpet. A moment later, the phone rang out, and the conversation began.

Miss Helga: "Cheryl, darling, are you ready for the news of the evening?" *Her voice was a purr over the phone, the sound of her stilettos clicking against the hardwood floor as she paced.*

Cheryl Murphy: " Helga, I've been waiting for your call. What do you have for me?" *Her tone was eager, a hint of excitement coloring her words.*

Miss Helga: "Just that you are now officially the new CEO of Sappho Enterprises"

Cheryl Murphy: "Oh, Helga, I can't express my gratitude. What of Christina?"

Miss Helga: "Ah, yes. She's busy with her new role as my personal maid. Quite the... adjustment, wouldn't you say?" *Her laugh was cold and calculating, echoing through the penthouse like a knell.*

Cheryl Murphy: "Maid?" *Cheryl's eyes widened in the quiet solitude of her office. "What happened? Did she... agree to it?"

Miss Helga: "More than that, she signed her life away, quite literally. She's mine now, body and soul. And so is Sappho Enterprises. You're the CEO, Cheryl."

Cheryl Murphy: "This is... incredible, Helga. I never thought she'd go for it." *Her pulse quickened, the reality of her new power setting in.* "But what about her... other life? Won't she try to fight back?"

Miss Helga: "Fight back? She's already collared and signed away her freedom. Besides, she's too busy learning to serve to bother with corporate matters now. You, on the other hand, have quite the empire to rule over. Don't disappoint me, Cheryl."

Cheryl Murphy: "Never, Helga. I'll make sure Sappho Enterprises thrives under my leadership.

Miss Helga: "Good girl. Now, about tonight..." *Her tone grew more seductive, her eyes gleaming with mischief.* "You really should come over tonight, Cheryl. I have something quite... special planned for us. And for our dear Cherie, of course."

Cheryl Murphy: "Tonight, Helga?" *Her eyebrows arched in curiosity, the wheels in her mind already turning.* "What could be so urgent that it requires my presence?"

Miss Helga: "It's a little surprise I have planned. Something to celebrate your promotion, and to... remind Cherie of her new place.

Cheryl Murphy: "I see." *Her smile grew sly, understanding the implications.* "What kind of surprise are we talking about?"

Miss Helga: "Oh, you know I love my little surprises, Cheryl. But let's just say it's something that will make sure Cherie understands the gravity of her situation. And perhaps, something that will entertain us both."

Cheryl Murphy: "I'm intrigued, Helga. I'll be there after work. What should I wear?" *Her voice dropped an octave, a hint of excitement coloring her words.*

Miss Helga: "Make sure you wear nylons and a skirt"

Cheryl Murphy: *Her thoughts raced as she hung up the phone, her heart fluttering with a mix of excitement and dread. She knew Helga's surprises could be both thrilling and terrifying, but she was eager to see how this night would unfold.* "Nylons and a skirt it is, then." Cheryl basked in new found power and smirked thinking of Christina as a maid.

Narrator: As the day dragged on in the office, Cheryl couldn't help but glance at her reflection in the gleaming chrome surfaces of the office, seeing the ghost of Christina's once powerful persona replaced by her own. Each email she sent and each call she made only reinforced her new identity.

Narrator: Cheryl sat in the plush chair behind the CEO's desk, her legs crossed and her fingers drumming impatiently on the polished wood. The office was eerily quiet, the usual hum of activity replaced by the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner. She leaned back, her eyes drifting to the hidden compartment where she had found Christina's secret.

Narrator: The sun had set, casting long shadows across the city as Cheryl's taxi approached the towering edifice of Helga's penthouse. The gleaming black structure loomed over the city, a stark symbol of the power she now wielded. She stepped out of the car, her heart racing with a mix of anticipation and a touch of unease.

Narrator: Cheryl walked into the opulent penthouse, her eyes sweeping over the grandeur that was once Christina's. She felt a thrill of victory, her stilettos clacking against the marble floor. "Helga, I'm here," she called out, her voice echoing through the cavernous space.

Maid Cherie: *Her eyes snapped to the entrance, her heart skipping a beat. She quickly put away the dustpan and brush she had been using.* "Miss Cheryl," she greeted, her voice a blend of submission and resentment.

Maid Cherie: *Her thoughts raced as she took in the sight of Cheryl standing confidently in the doorway, her attire a stark contrast to the maid's uniform. The irony wasn't lost on her.* "How may I serve you tonight?"

Cheryl Murphy: "Ah, Cherie," *she purred, a cruel glint in her eye as she surveyed the transformed Christina.* "You're looking... servile. I like it." She sauntered closer, her skirt swishing around her legs. "Tonight, Miss Helga has something special planned. But first, I need a drink. Fetch me a whiskey, neat."

Maid Cherie: *Her eyes narrowed at the condescending tone but she nodded, her movements stiff.* "Of course, Miss Cheryl." *With a **** smile, she turned on her heel and walked to the bar, her hips swaying slightly in the tight uniform.* "I'll have it ready for you immediately."

Miss Helga: *Emerging from the shadows of the hallway, her heels clacking against the floor like the tick of a metronome, Miss Helga's smile grew more predatory.* "Perfect, Cherie. Now, why don't you join us in the living room once you've served the drink?"

Maid Cherie: *Her eyes flickered with defiance as she poured the whiskey, her hands steady despite the tremble in her voice.* "As you wish, Miss Helga." *Her thoughts raced. What could they have planned? A masquerade of power, a dance of submission, all unfolding in the very place she had once ruled.*

Miss Helga: "Cheryl, my dear," *Miss Helga cooed, gesturing to the plush sofa, her eyes gleaming with a sinister delight.* "Take a seat. Tonight, we celebrate your ascension, and Cherie's... reassignment."

Cheryl Murphy: "What's the plan?" *Cheryl's voice was a mix of excitement and curiosity as she perched on the edge of the sofa, her gaze flicking from Helga to the trembling figure of her former boss.*

Miss Helga: "Ah, patience, Cheryl. The evening is young, and our entertainment is still en route." *Her eyes gleamed with anticipation, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest.* "But before that, I thought it would be fitting for Cherie to serve us."

Narrator: Helga's gaze fell to Cheryl's crossed legs, her eyes lingering on the smooth, nylon-covered feet. "Cherie," she called out, a smirk playing on her lips, "why don't you come over here and make sure Miss Cheryl's feet are comfortable?"

Maid Cherie: *Her eyes followed Helga's gaze, and she felt an inexplicable pull towards Cheryl's immaculately presented feet. With a deep, **** breath, she approached the sofa, her own heels clicking against the floor.* "As you wish, Miss Helga."

Maid Cherie: *Her knees bent, and she knelt before Cheryl, her eyes locked on the sleek nylons that stretched tautly over her new mistress's shapely calves. She reached out, her hands trembling slightly, and took Cheryl's foot in her grasp, feeling the soft warmth through the fabric.* "How may I serve you, Miss Cheryl?"

Cheryl Murphy: "Start by removing my shoe, Cherie." *Her voice was smooth as silk, filled with a newfound confidence that sent a thrill down Christina's spine.* "And then, massage my feet. Gently, but firmly with your mouth and tongue."

Maid Cherie: *Her eyes flickered with a mix of anger and resentment, but she knew better than to protest. She unbuckled Cheryl's shoe, her hands shaking slightly as she slipped it off, revealing the nylon stockinged foot beneath.* "Is this what you wish, Miss Cheryl?"

Cheryl Murphy: "Indeed, it is." *Cheryl leaned back into the sofa, her eyes gleaming with amusement at Christina's **** obedience.* "Miss Helga and I have big plans for this company. And for you, my dear."

Maid Cherie: *Her grip tightened on Cheryl's foot, her teeth grinding together as she fought the urge to snap back. Instead, she parted her lips and began to massage Cheryl's toes through the nylon, her tongue tracing the outline of the arch.* Cherie was complete submissive as she eagerly licked and sucked Cheryl's nyloned foot.

Cheryl Murphy: *Her eyes fluttered shut, and a soft moan of pleasure escaped her lips. She leaned back further into the sofa, her free hand idly playing with the neckline of her blouse.* "Mmm, yes, just like that."

Maid Cherie: *Her thoughts raced with desire and humiliation, yet she continued, her tongue gliding over the nylon-covered skin.

Cheryl Murphy: "Oh, yes, Cherie," Cheryl murmured, her hand sliding up to cradle Christina's head. "I never ever dreamed that my former ice queen bitch of a boss would be worshipping my feet"

Miss Helga: "Indeed," Miss Helga's voice was a low purr as she watched the scene unfold. "It's quite a... delicious sight."

Cheryl Murphy: "Mmhmm," Cheryl agreed, her eyes half-closed in pleasure. "But we're just getting started, aren't we, Helga?"