A uniform to wear:

She leads you back into her room, opening her closet and walking to the dresser at the back. It takes her a few seconds rummaging through the drawers before she finds what she was looking for.

“If you want me to pay you for doing these chores, then you need to wear this while you do them,” she says, holding out a slutty maid outfit.

“Are you serious?”

“I told you I wasn’t going to make it easy for you. Try it on,” she offers it to you.

“Maybe in a moment, I still need to use the bathroom first.” which wasn’t a lie, you did still need to go.

“I said try it on,” She forces it into your hands, “I meant now.”

You sigh and turn to walk out, but she clears her throat, causing you to pause and turn.

“What don’t you understand about now? I meant, strip out of those ugly clothes and put it on so I can see.”

You think about arguing, but at this point what did it matter, after what she had put you through today, getting undressed in front of her again was hardly going to kill you.

You pull off your shirt and drop your pants, and start searching the outfit for your way into it.

“Good girl, I’m glad to see you listened and wore your panties.”

“Of course mom,” you say, pulling the maid outfit on.

It is silky smooth against your skin. The top has some extra room in the chest that you don’t fill out, but the rest of it fits almost perfectly. You can’t help but notice that the skirt is so short that it only barely covers your butt. You can tell that if you bend forward or raise your arms too high that your panties will be on full display.

“It looks so good on you sweetie!” she says, clapping her hands together. The look on her face changes as she looks at you to something hungry, and very un-motherly. “I’ll give you twenty dollars right now if you do something for me.”

You are worried to even ask, but twenty dollars will help you from ending up with another stupid rule. And if you couldn’t afford $100 dollars a week, then you definitely weren’t going to afford renting.

“What do you want me to do?” You say, unable to hide the worry from your voice.

She slowly walks up to you, and places a hand on your stomach over your bladder, pressing.

“I want you to stand in the backyard, and I want you to pee your panties. I’ll even wash your things for you. Do it and I’ll give you twenty dollars.”