His familys young hispanic maid

Images flash before your mind. A large, beautiful house. A small family, living comfortably. Rich enough to afford a full-time, live-in maid. Wow, you think to yourself. Can WITSEX afford that? Your attention is drawn to the maid. She's out of focus, like she's not quite there. You've always had a thing for maids, so of course you imagine her beautiful. Young, in a pretty skimpy french maid costume. Not porn star skimpy, but certainly a bit risque. Submissive, compliant, and devoted, with a sexual side hidden behind the surface. She enjoys serving the familys needs, going above and beyond her contract to please her masters. Her lowly position, being used and humiliated by her "family", arouses her. You'd love to have a maid like that living in your new home.

The images flashing before your mind zooms in more and more on the maid, and suddenly, it's like your point of view shifts to hers.

I am Isabella Lopez.

There's a voice. You repeat what it says, as per your instructions. It helps you remember, helps the imprinting, they told you. "I am Isabella Lopez."

I am a maid.

"I am a maid."

The voice goes on with details about Isabella and her life, which you repeat. 19 years, came over from Mexico as a young child, as an illegal immigrant. Her mother was a maid, and she took after her. Never got much schooling. A lot of other details that seem rather insignificant, but which helps to build a convincing character.

I enjoy serving the Fredericks.

"I enjoy serving the Fredericks," you repeat. There's a part of you that's getting a bit concerned by now. Why do you need to know all of this about the family maid?

I am compliant, obedient and loyal. I am aroused by being ordered around.

"I am compliant, obedient and loyal. I am aroused by being ordered around."

I especially enjoy it when they're demeaning to me, reminding me of my position, giving me humiliating tasks or ordering me to do sexual favors for them.

Yes! you think. Just the kind of maid you've fantazised about "I especially enjoy it when they're demeaning to me, reminding me of my position, giving me humiliating tasks or ordering me to do sexual favors for them."

This is Master Fredericks. He is my boss.

You continue to repeat what the voice says.

Master Fredericks expects breakfast in bed every morning, and likes me to wake him up with a blowjob.

That's TMI! This man has to be the guy your father is to become. Still, you repeat it. It just comes automatically by now.

I do everything Master Fredericks tells me to do. Sometimes, I also do sexual favors for his two children.

More information follow about Master Fredericks and his preferences, both sexual and non-sexual, as well as information on his two children, John and Emily. Twins, one year older than you. This, information, too, has a strong sexual tint to it. And unlike the information about the maid, the information is pretty shallow. About as deep as what a domestic servant living with the family for a few months would know. And there's been no mention of a Mistress Fredericks, you realize.

So that leaves four identities. Your Master Fredericks, young Master John and Mistress Emily, and you. Isabella Lopez. The cute, submissive maid.

You shoot up into sitting position. There's a weight on your chest. A glance down confirms it. You have tits. From the opposite side of the room a young hispanic woman is staring back at you. She mirrors your movement as you lift a hand to your face, and the realization sends a chill down your spine. She's Isabella. It's a mirror. _You're _Isabella.

Slowly, you get out of bed, and walk over to the mirror. You let your hospital gown drop, and start taking inventory over your body. You're very attractive, but not in a porn-star way. More cute and reserved. A bit on the short side. You've got hair running down a bit beyond your shoulders, a firm pair of breasts, not too large, maybe a C-cup, a curvy waist, well-shaped hips and legs. And, nestled between your legs, a hairless pussy.

There's a knock on the door. "Please get dressed, miss Lopez," a voice calls to you. "The others are waiting for you. There's a change of clothes on the chair beside the bed."

You turn around, and as he said, you see a set of clothes. A maids outfit. Of course. A pretty sexy outfit. Not indecent, but certainly tight-fitting, with ample cleavage and lots of frills, and short enough that you have to be a little bit careful when you bend over. White underwear, stockings and garter belt, high heels. And a bow for the hair and choker around the neck to complete the outfit.

At first, you fear putting it on, both because you don't know how, but even more so because you know what it signifies_. _You dread meeting your family. Master Fredericks is waiting for you, a voice tells you. Or was it just yourself?_ Y_ou step over to the clothes, and quickly find that somehow, your body knows exactly how to do every step of the process. Soon, you're dressed, and you turn to take another look in the mirror. Nervously, you adjust your outfit, and walk over to the door.