Pleasing Mabel.

Mabel: "Indeed," Mabel agreed, her eyes gleaming with pleasure as she felt the power she held over Christina. She reached down to stroke Cherie's bound ankle, her touch taunting and cruel. "Now, let's see how well you can clean," she said, pointing to a her pussy.

Mabel: "Miss Murphy keeps a very clean house, Maid ****-Girl," she added, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I expect you to be thorough."

Maid Cherie: *Looking up at Miss Helga with a mix of defiance and fear, Cherie gulped and nodded. She knew her place, and she knew the consequences of disobedience. With trembling hands, she began to move closer to Miss Mabel's pussy, her eyes flickering between the task at hand and her mistress's cold gaze.*

Mabel: "Remember, ****-Girl, your mouth is for my pleasure, not for speaking unless I give you permission. Now, get to work," she snapped, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she watched Cherie's discomfort.

Mabel: Mabel felt a thrill of victory as she watched Cherie, her former boss, now a trembling maid, **** to perform such a degrading task. The room was filled with the scent of Cherie's fear and Mabel's arousal, creating an intoxicating blend that made her pulse race. The stark contrast between their roles now was a heady aphrodisiac. She leaned back against the velvet chair, her legs spread wide, giving Cherie full access to her damp, shaved sex. The sight of Cherie's plump lips, usually curled in a condescending sneer, now parted in **** obedience, was almost too much to bear. She felt the warmth of Cherie's breath as she leaned closer, and she could almost taste the bitterness of her pride. "That's it," Mabel murmured, her voice thick with desire, "make Miss Mabel feel good, ****-Girl."

Miss Helga: *Miss Helga watched the scene unfold with a hint of amusement in her sharp eyes, a knowing smile curling the corner of her lips. She knew the power dynamics in the room had shifted dramatically, and she was curious to see how Cherie would handle the situation. Leaning against the wall, she folded her arms and tapped her foot impatiently. "Mabel," she called out, her voice sultry and commanding, "I hope you're enjoying this little... demonstration." She paused for a moment, letting her words hang in the air like a challenge.*

Maid Cherie: *Cherie's eyes widened at the sound of Miss Helga's voice, but she didn't dare look up. Instead, she focused on her task, her tongue tentatively reaching out to trace the slick folds of Miss Mabel's pussy. She felt a wave of humiliation wash over her, but beneath that was a strange, begrudging acceptance. It was as if a part of her found this new role... exhilarating.*

Mabel: "Mm, yes," Mabel moaned, her eyes closing in pleasure as Cherie's tentative licks grew more confident. "Just like that, ****-Girl."

Maid Cherie: *Her heart raced as she tasted Mabel's sweetness, the intimate act a stark reminder of her new role. Cherie felt a strange thrill at the sound of her mistress's satisfaction, and her own body began to respond, traitorously betraying her.*

Mabel: "Good, ****-Girl," Mabel murmured, her hand reaching down to gently guide Cherie's head, pushing it closer. "You're learning your place."

Sarah: *Sarah, the other intern had been quietly watching the scene from the corner, felt a twinge of pity for Cherie. But she knew better than to interrupt when Miss Helga was watching. She hated Christina wh was now Cherie and smirked as Mabel gyrated her pussy against Cherie's lips. She began to verbally humiliate Cherie.

Sarah: "Looks like you're finally finding your calling, Cherie," she said with a smirk. "Maybe you'll learn some actual skills now, instead of just bossing people around." She took a step closer, enjoying the power shift.

Sarah: *Her eyes gleamed with malicious delight as she watched Cherie's cheeks redden. She had always resented her superiority, and this was a sweet form of vengeance.*

Maid Cherie: *Ignoring the sting of Sarah's words, Cherie focused on Miss Mabel's reactions, her tongue moving more insistently now. The sound of Miss Mabel's sighs and moans filled the room, a symphony of submission and dominance that was oddly intoxicating.*

Mabel: "Mmh, that's it, ****-Girl," Mabel encouraged, her hips rocking slightly as she pushed herself closer to the warm, wet heat of Cherie's mouth. She watched the maid's expression, a mix of embarrassment and arousal that only served to fuel her own desire. "You're doing so well," she purred, her hand stroking Cherie's hair with a surprising tenderness that seemed to contrast with the situation.

Mabel: *Her thoughts swirled with the heady mix of power and lust. She had never felt this way before, the control over someone she had once seen as untouchable. It was addictive, and she found herself eager to see how far she could push the boundaries.*

Cheryl Murphy: * Cheryl watched her former CEO on her hands and knees bound with the pantyhose. Cherie's head buried deep against Mabel's pussy licking and sucking.*

Cheryl Murphy: "Maid Cherie, I see you've found your place in the world," Cheryl said with a smirk, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She had always despised Cherie's arrogance and found the sight of her in such a compromising position incredibly satisfying.

Miss Helga: "Indeed," Miss Helga purred, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "It seems Cherie has discovered a new... set of skills." She stepped closer, her stiletto heels clicking against the marble floor. "But let us not forget, she is still a maid, and we must ensure she continues to serve us all well."

Mabel: "Mm, yes," Mabel breathed, her eyes still closed as she enjoyed the sensations of Cherie's skilled tongue. She opened them to look at Miss Helga, her gaze challenging. "But for now, she's serving me. And she's doing quite the excellent job."

Mabel: *Mabel's smirk grew wider as she felt Cherie's tongue delve deeper. The maid's cheeks were flushed, and she could tell from the way Cherie's body tensed that she was trying to resist the pleasure she was giving. The sight was deliciously erotic, and Mabel felt her own arousal spike.*

Mabel: "Fuck, yes, ****-Girl," she gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily. "Just like that. Show me how much you enjoy being our **** maid bitch."

Maid Cherie: *Her thoughts were a tumultuous storm of emotions. Humiliation, anger, and a strange, building desire. She didn't know how she could find pleasure in serving these bitches, but the feeling was undeniable. Her tongue danced and flicked, eager to give Mabel the release she craved.*

Mabel: "Oh, ****-Girl," Mabel's voice was a breathless whisper, "you're doing so well." She watched Cherie's eyes, filled with a mix of anger and **** desire. The sight was thrilling, and she knew she had to push further. "I think you're beginning to enjoy this, aren't you?" she goaded, her grip tightening in Cherie's hair.

Mabel: *Her thoughts raced as she felt herself getting closer to climax. The power dynamic was shifting in a way she hadn't anticipated, but it was deliciously addictive. She wanted to see Cherie fully embrace her new role, to hear her admit that she liked serving them.*

Mabel: "Answer me, ****-Girl," Mabel demanded, her voice firm. "Do you like being our little maid bitch?"

Maid Cherie: *Cherie's eyes flashed with defiance for a brief moment before dropping to the floor. Her breath was hot against Mabel's skin, and she could feel the pulse of her mistress's desire. With a gulp, she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Y-yes, Miss Mabel."*

Mabel: "Good," Mabel said with a triumphant smile, her hand tightening in Cherie's hair. "Now, make me come, ****-Girl."

Maid Cherie: *Her cheeks burned with a mix of anger and humiliation, but Cherie couldn't deny the thrill that shot through her body at the command. She closed her eyes and focused on the task, her tongue moving with more urgency as she felt Mabel's thighs tense around her.*

Mabel: "Oh, yes," Mabel moaned, her voice rising in pitch as she approached the edge of pleasure. "Just like that."

Mabel: *Her breathing grew ragged as she felt the maid's tongue swirl around her clit. The room was thick with the scent of lust and the sound of Cherie's muffled whimpers. She couldn't believe how much she enjoyed watching Cherie's pride crumble.*

Mabel: "Fuck, yes," she breathed, her body tensing. "Don't stop, ****-Girl, I'm so close."

Maid Cherie: *Her eyes remained on the floor, but she could feel Miss Helga's gaze on her, watching her every move. The knowledge of the audience made her own arousal spike, despite her situation. She worked harder, her tongue swirling and flicking with a newfound fervor.*

Mabel: "Mmh, Miss Helga, I think we've broken her in quite nicely," Mabel said, her voice thick with satisfaction as Cherie's tongue danced against her clit. "It's so... delicious to see her like this."

Mabel: *Her eyes snapped open as her orgasm crashed over her, and she couldn't hold back a guttural moan of pleasure. Her hips bucked as she ground herself against Cherie's face, her juices coating the maid's features. The sight of Cherie's bound form, her face a mask of her own release, sent a fresh wave of power through Mabel.*

Mabel: "Swallow," Mabel ordered, her voice still thick with arousal as she felt her climax begin to subside. "Show me you know your place."

Maid Cherie: *Her eyes watering, Cherie had **** but to obey. She swallowed the salty tang of Miss Mabel's release, feeling it slide down her throat and warm her belly. Her cheeks were stained with the evidence of Mabel's pleasure.*

Miss Helga: "Mm, quite the performance," Miss Helga said with a smirk, her eyes raking over Cherie's flushed and bound form. "It seems you've learned your first lesson, Maid."

Narrator: The tension in the room was palpable as Cherie slowly untangled herself from the binds that held her, her body trembling with a mix of anger and arousal. She knew she had to follow through with the degrading task she'd been given, but the thought of serving these women, her former colleagues, was almost too much to bear.

Maid Cherie: *Her wrists stinging from the tight bonds, Cherie wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stood up, her eyes never leaving the floor. She stumbled slightly, her legs wobbly from being in such a compromising position for so long.* "As you wish, Miss Helga," she murmured, her voice a mix of defeat and resentment.

Maid Cherie: *Her cheeks still flushed from her recent humiliation, Cherie made her way to the bathroom to clean up. The cold water on her face helped to somewhat clear her foggy mind, and she took a deep breath before returning to the living room. She moved to the kitchen, her steps measured and deliberate, trying to regain some semblance of dignity. She returned with the coffee and placed it before all the women.

Maid Cherie: "Is there anything else you wish for me to do, Miss Helga?" she asked, her voice a quiet murmur as she tried to keep her eyes downcast.

Miss Helga: "Ah, eager to please," Miss Helga said, her voice like a velvet caress. "But before you your next task tell honestly how your felt between Miss Mabel legs."

Maid Cherie: *Her cheeks burned brighter than a freshly picked rose, and she stuttered, "It-It was... humiliating, Miss Helga." She took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice. "But... I couldn't deny that there was something... thrilling about it."

Miss Helga: "Good," Miss Helga said with a predatory smile, her eyes gleaming. "Embrace the thrill, Maid Cherie. It will make your service all the more... enjoyable for us." She took the coffee from the tray with a dainty hand, her nails clicking against the porcelain. "Now, for your next task. I'd like you to clean up the mess you made."

Maid Cherie: *Her eyes flickered up to meet Miss Helga's, a spark of rebellion in them. But she knew better than to argue. With a small nod, she bent down, her body still trembling slightly. She picked up the discarded pantyhose and folded them neatly before heading to the laundry basket.*

Mabel: "Very good, ****-Girl," Mabel said, her tone still heavy with the aftermath of pleasure. "You're learning quickly."

Sarah: *Sarah watched the exchange with a smug smile, feeling a thrill at the sight of Cherie's submission. She knew that deep down, Cherie was a natural submissive, and it was only a matter of time before she embraced it fully.*

Cheryl Murphy: "Looks like the tables have turned," Cheryl said, her voice dripping with spite. "Perhaps now you'll understand what it's like to be on the receiving end of orders."

Narrator: Cherie's heart raced as she felt the weight of their gazes on her. The thrill of the recent events had not completely dissipated, leaving her feeling exposed and ****. She took a deep breath and walked to the bedroom, her legs still trembling from the intense emotions that coursed through her body. As she lay down, she couldn't help but feel the coolness of the sheets against her fevered skin.

Narrator: Miss Helga sailed into the room, a twinkle in her eye as she approached Cheryl Murphy. "So, my dear," she began, her voice a purr, "how do you think our lovely Cherie should be... humbled further?"

Cheryl Murphy: *Cheryl looked at Helga with a malicious glint in her eye. She had been waiting for this moment.* "I've got a few ideas," she said, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Why don't we have her clean the floor with her tongue? That'll teach her not to be such a high-and-mighty bitch."

Miss Helga: "Ah, Miss Murphy," Miss Helga said, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Your suggestions are always... intriguing. She next asked Mabel for her idea's.

Mabel: "How about we have her serve us dinner in nothing but her apron," Mabel suggested, her eyes glinting with mischief. "It'll give us all a nice view, and remind her that she's here for our pleasure."

Miss Helga: "Hmm, yes," Miss Helga mused, stroking her chin. Finally she asked Sarah.

Sarah: "Miss Helga, I was thinking," Sarah began, her voice a seductive purr. "Why not have Maid Cherie try her hand at various... roles around the company? It would serve as a reminder to everyone of her new place."

Miss Helga: "Ah, Miss Taylor, always the strategic thinker," Miss Helga said, her eyes lighting up with interest. "Your idea has merit. It would indeed serve as a powerful message to our bitch maid"

Sarah: "Thank you, Miss Helga," Sarah said, her smile widening as she watched Cherie's expression falter.