Yes, fortunately

I jump at her before she can say anything and knock her backwards. Managing to hook some fingers in her hair, I help her up, enjoying the feeling of her pride draining away again. "Thank the nice man."

"Thank you," she says meekly, looking up at him.

"You're ... welcome ..."

I escort her back to her across the sandy construction site to the family's SUV and sit her in the passenger seat. I stroke her hair as I talk to her.

"Hannah: this is how things are going to go from now on."

I notice her eyes looking at me, dripping with obedience, before continuing in my condescending tone. "I can mess with you with your slider, and you can mess with me with my slider. But now, when you do, I can make you do something you'll truly regret. And worse, you have to worry about me telling anyone about this secret. Imagine the damage of an ex, or colleague finding out about your new weakness... So the ball is in your court. Are you going to play nice, or face my wrath?"

At this point, I'm nervous to just get home. A lot has happened today that I still need to process, even within myself. I don't know if she's going to call my bluff, so I wait with bated breath, withdrawing my hand cautiously.

As her confidence returns to her, she moves her jaw as if calculating her options.

"Fine."

I drive us home in silence.

As I brought the car round the final corner of the driveway, past the luscious, manicured trees lining it, Hannah yelps, distracting me and nearly causing me to hit one. I look over to see her lift herself off her seat, clasping her ass, and looking at me, as if I'd done something. I open my mouth to dispell any conspiracy theory she might have (since I'm obviously driving) but am distracted myself as I feel my clothes weaving around me to form a familiar uniform.

We look at each other and pull our cellphones out to check our apps. A new message next to our sliders, which now has the 'off' position grayed out, says "minimum settings applied while at or near home." "Great."

I continue the last part of the drive and put the car into park. We go our separate ways without parting any further words, her walking uncomfortably from the presence her anal intruder, and me walking meekly in my maid uniform. Luckily it had let us keep our mildest settings or this would be much worse.

Regardless, none of this would stop me from getting to what I've been waiting to do since equipping her latest punishment: I rush straight to bed after stripping out of my clothes and turning the light off. The first two orgasms of the day only raised a thirst for more. And I had a lot to think about.

The next day, I wake with a smile of blissful happiness on my face, even if I couldn't remember why. A few seconds let the memories of the day before flood into my mind. It's only when I dress for work in a degrading French maid uniform that I realise that there are two impending dangers. The first is the ramification of the app making a move of its own yesterday, applying my uniform punishment and her buttplug punishment by default now, and the second is that I likely only had a day or so until Hannah was able to make a countermove, and judging by the look on her face yesterday, she wasn't going to play nice.

I ascend the (relatively) small staircase to the atrium of the home in my 2-inch heels and embarrassing black and white work gear to my first sight of Hannah since all of yesterday's fun. When she sees me, she looks relatively proud of her countermeasure - a high bun, presumably somewhat harder for me to get hold of. It doesn't bother me because I'm pretty confident that I can get a handful if I need to.

I watch her leave the house to her car, presumably on her way to work. I briefly consider increasing the size of her butt plug but, today, I just want to work in peace, and I know she's equipped to do as much damage to me as I am to her with her control over my clothes. I choose peace for now.