OPPRESSED, FOR REAL

Of course I had to choose A. I wanted to give Ulla the taste of the world she thought she lived in. I wondered if doing this would change her writing style at all?

Probably not.

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What a lovely saturday.

My job was safe for now, and I had all to just play or laze around.

So why not both?

You see, perhaps I've forgotten to mention it, but my apartment was a complete pigsty. Always had been, and even more now, with my focus on the app and the girls. I hadn't even put back the stuff that Michelle threw around when she was here a week ago.

Yes, what I needed was a professional cleaning... service.

So I ordered Gretchen to show up at my door.

She didn't look as pleased to see me as she did yesterday.

"Lesson learned? Good. Get in."

She walked in, poutingly. No, she didn't wear a trench coat this time, but what she actually wore wouldn't matter soon.

She turned to me, as if expecting another order. Or the simple explanation why she was here.

"What, bitch? You forgot about rules one and two?"

"...Right, yes. Sorry."

She hurriedly began taking her clothes off, and throwing them in a pile on the floor. Soon she was naked once again, and kneeling in my hallway.

But no, no sexy times now. She just needed to be reminded of the rules. Besides there was other stuff I wanted to try with her. Some domestic stuff.

"Okay. Now. Look at my apartment. How do you feel about it? Be honest."

She looked around a bit.

"It's... Well, it's kinda messy. I think."

"That's right. Should it be messy?"

"N... No?"

"Do you think your master's apartment should be so messy?"

She took a while, before answering.

"Do you... I mean... Maybe... Do you want me to..."

"Ask for it clearly."

It was time for her to swallow another piece of her pride. And even after everything else, it wasn't easy for her.

"M-May I clean your apartment, master?" (GRETCHEN: +1SP) (+85SP)

"Yes. You may. And let me make this very clear. You will dust every single piece of furniture, do the dishes, wipe the floors, wipe the windows, take out my trash, cook my food today, make my bed and if you do good work, I might allow you to suck my dick."

That was a lot for her to take in. And I'm not only talking about my dick. This was another humiliating level of using her, not just for fun but for menial tasks too.

"Yes. Master." she said, with downcast eyes.

"Good. Today, you'll be wearing this."

I threw the humiliating outfit at her feet. She looked at it disgustedly.

A minute later, she had put it on.

The outfit looked as good as it did in the store. I especially loved those stockings.

By the look on Gretchen's face, wearing this was more humiliating than wearing nothing.

"Get to work, maid slut."

And she did. She actually started doing real work. Whenever you put a workaholic on the case, the end result is bound to be at least adequate. She began with finding correct places for all my shit that were thrown all over the apartment. Watching this was especially fun, because it meant she had to bend over constantly, which meant I had a good vision on her naked ass most of the time. I mean sure I'd seen it many times already, but with this outfit, it just became extra powerful. It seemed to accentuate just the right shapes. Once again I had to make my willpower into pure iron not to just attack her from behind.

As she opened one of my closets, I knew what would happen next.

"AAAAAAAAIIIIIGH!!!"

What a blood-curdling scream. She had fallen on her ass, with her legs open. What a lovely view into her pussy, by the way.

"Oh yeah. You remember Mickey, don't you?"

The little mouse skitted excitedly in its little terrarium.

"Wh... Why..."

"We made friends. Isn't this a nice reunion?"

She was still breathing terrified, and noticed me just looking straight at her groin. She quickly closed her legs, which was a cute reaction, since that was hardly something she needed to block my eyes from anymore.

"I hope you two will get along at some point. But don't worry, he can't get out of there. Just continue your work."

She was still somewhat shaky.

"I said continue your work, maid slut."

My tone got a lot more commanding, and that gave her the motivation to stand up again. And to be honest, I think she somewhat got over it. She was clearly on edge for the next hour, but after that, she only shirked every time she had to access that closet. And she avoided doing that as much as possible.

Her work progressed so nicely, that I lost interest and returned to YouTube. I was watching some stupid video and laughing loudly while she was now dusting all over the apartment. She probably thought that I would soon just give in to my lust and start fucking her, but no, that wasn't the plan. Although I did notice some small changes in the way she moved, making more sexy manuevers, like she was trying to get me to pay attention to her or something. From her point of view it would have probably been better if I just fucked her and got it over with, but no, she was here to work. And she'd better get used to it.

I had to admit though, seeing her bending over and leaning on stuff did get me really hard. So I fixed it easily by switching from YouTube to PornHub. Soon I was beating my dick to some hot lesbian porn, while she walked around looking disgusted at my actions. She did pay extra attention when I finally came though.

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"Master. Dinner is served."

The apartment was actually starting to look livable again. Though the windows and floor hadn't been wiped yet, her work was examplory.

I couldn't really grade her cooking though, since I didn't really plan that far ahead. My fridge only had TV dinners, so all she had to really was just to microwave it. But fine, I'd do this part better some other time. As I sat at the table, she was just standing next to me. Like she wanted to say something.

"What is it, maid slut?"

"...Can I eat too? ...I'm hungry."

"Oh don't worry. I have a nice load of protein saved up just for you. But that's for later though. Fine, you can have this now."

I forked a small piece of chicken, and held it in front of her mouth. She chomped on it, pretty hungrily.

"Here's some sauce too."

I used my finger to wipe some sauce off my plate, and held it in front of her face. She was a little skittish, but soon she licked it clean. Boy, she was really hungry.

"Now sit down for a moment. I have a plan for monday. And I need your help with it."

She sat down, happy to be off her feet for once. But that happiness soon dissipated, as she listened to the details of my plan.

"...And that's about it. No need memorize it perfectly, just act the part."

She didn't say anything, just stared at the table.

"Right?"

She didn't say anything. I was growing frustrated.

"Okay. Fine. There's clearly something you want to say. Just say it."

It was like she was building her confidence, trying to say something she was deathly afraid of saying. But something she had to.

"I... You know... This week... It's not normal. On any possible level. I've given you so much of myself, more than I could have ever thought of giving anyone. I don't know why. It isn't the blackmailing. I... All I can say I've never felt like this. Or nothing close to this."

I kept eating as I listened to her pour her heart out.

"Just... Aren't I enough for you? Really? Any other guy would have thought they gone to heaven to let a woman do this them. But... You want others? Why?"

I smiled and patted Gretchen's head.

"Aren't you cute. Never change, Gretch."

"No, please, Jack. There's something between us. I know it. You are the only human being that can make me cum. That must mean, that, we were... meant... to be... or something."

"Yeah, but it's the same with Lana too."

"But... I was first..."

"Oh please. Stop your pretend-acting. Truth, is you want to see me fuck other women, don't you?"

Gretchen blushed immediately, and turned her head back to the table.

"N-No! Th-That's not normal!"

I grabbed her pussy. It was all wet.

"Normal doesn't do it for you anymore, does it, Gretchie?"

She didn't say anything.

"Get back to work!" she got scared by my shouting, and immediately got up.

"Oh yeah, one more thing. I want you to clean my floor and windows with just your boobs. But them in some soapwater and start wiping stuff with them. Get to it!"

I gave her ass a nice spank, and she got moving.

The rest of the day I enjoyed watching my topless maid rub her boobs all over my apartment. That's one hell of a demotion for an editor to a big-time fashion magazine. And I loved it. And I was pretty sure she loved it too, whether she wanted to admit or not.

I also made her take out my trash, in her maid uniform. She was curiously **** to do it, like she didn't want people to see her. Imagine that. Had to give her an extra pronounced order to do it, and it netted me a point. (GRETCHEN: +1SP) (+86SP)

And then it was time for her cum-dinner. She ate it so heartily, that I had to give her 2 orgasms just as a reward. Then I fucked her pussy and ass six ways from sunday, leaving both of us extremely tired for a very workfilled saturday. At least for her.

What about Maddy and Michelle? I never did answer that message yet. That's because Maddy made a big mistake with that one, and I was going to milk it for it all its worth.