Play along... for now.

You quickly decide that revealing how successfully you resisted the **** might not be the wisest course of action, and **** yourself to nod.

"Yes, Madame", you reply with a faint French accent (you are supposed to be Hélène, right?), and pray that your little show will work. "I get right to it", you add, and bow your head meekly.

The women you know as Blanche seems to relax. "Hurry, and don't forget the kitchen", she repeats. Her French accent has completely vanished. You hurry up the stairs, and finde Dave lying in your bed. Blankets and pillows are scattered on the bedroom floor, and your husband looks exhausted. I seems as if Blanche has completely ravaged him, while you were lost in your sexual dreams downstairs. Yet, nevertheless, Dave's erection still stands tall and straight, pointing upwards. You suppress a gasp. This is not how you remember your husband.

What now?

You hear the door close downstairs. Blanche must have left the house. You let out a small sigh of relief.

"Dave?", you whisper. Your husband looks at you, but his look is glazed and unfocused. His hard dick twitches, as if begging for release. Then Dave's eyes turn hard. "You will call me 'Master', stupid little maid!", he croaks and looks sternly at you. "And now get over and suck me off. My wife had to leave."

A shudder runs through your body. Dave seems to believe in the world Blanche put him in. And in this world, you are the housemaid, and Blanche is his wife.

Can he be disenthralled from this?