Maid

Matthew drove towards his house.

"Where are we going?" asked Bethany. "Take me to my new apartment."

"No," said Matthew, "The doctor said you cannot be alone for a while, so we all agreed you should move back in with me."

"Oh, OK," said Bethany. "I just hope you didn't turn the spare bedroom into some sort of man cave."

"No, it's still a bedroom."

The drove in silence to Matthew's house as he mentally came up with his plan. He pulled into the garage, and they entered the house. "Follow me to the living room," he said.

Bethany sat on the couch, and Mathew sat on a recliner. "OK, here is the plan of action the doctor and you agreed to. It's a normal therapeutic regime. One: to get your mind off of things, you will do all of the housekeeping chores. Later today, you will go buy a skimpy French maid outfit as the outfit will allow you to live a fantasy life for a while. You must wear the outfit while performing your chores, and when you chores are finished, you can remove the outfit, but you can only wear bra and panties when in the house. You confessed to the doctor you have long desired to be submissive to me, but you did not think it was appropriate for someone of you education, so you overcompensated with all of you nagging."

Bethany blushed and nodded.

"Two," continued Mathew, "you must be my sexual plaything. Any time I want sex, you must be available, and you must perform any sex act I choose."

Bethany nodded again.

"Three, you must also perform sex acts on my friends when they come over. It's important you show you are not a frigid prude."

"I understand. Anything else?"