House

Anna looked at Nate appraisingly, trying to think of the best punishment for him. Nate stood silently and waited for his punishment. He knew it was no use pleading or begging. He'd had those powers and he knew what they could do. Look at what Anna had already made him do. He had already been humiliated. No, he decided that the best course of action was to be quiet and give her what she wanted.

After a long silence, Anna spoke. "Okay. I've made my decision. I have decided how you will be punished." She paused for a moment to let those words sink in, then continued. "I can't live with that bitch Brittany any longer. I'm moving in here, I'm taking your bed and you can sleep on the couch or the floor.
You will be my house ****. You will cook and bring me meals, do the laundry, wash the dishes, and just generally be at my beck and call. You will do anything I tell you to do as soon as I tell you to do it, or you will be wearing prissy little girly clothes forever. If you are really good, I might give you back some control over your wardrobe.
Now, the first thing to be done is to clean this place up. You might be content living in this filth, but I'm not. I'm going to my place to collect my things and tell Brittany I'm moving out. I want this place spotless by the time I get back. Now get to work bitch."

With that, Anna simply walked out the door and closed it behind her. Nate just stood there, stunned for a moment, then he hurriedly began to clean, as fast as he could while wearing high-heels and a showgirl outfit. He could tell that Anna was not fucking around, and he did not want to be on her bad side. So he got to work cleaning.