Time to show Hannah what being put in your place means

As I started typing a million suggestions seemed to rush past. It looks like it's trying to match my sentiment with an infinitely long list of prebaked punishments and curses.

I start typing ideas and enjoy watching the suggestions appear.

Humilia--

• Wet herself on command
• Clothing curfew
• Hand out of control
• Baby speak

Punish-

• Pavlovian conditioning
• Shock collar
• Public Piercing

Oh god. So many wonderful choices.

I start to forget I'm in the parking lot as I lose myself to fantasising about different ways the brat can suffer in return for making me wear these clothes. That fire that overwhelmed me at night this week was starting to relight; I let my hand slide my skirt up my legs and start to play with myself.

I only realise what I'm doing when another car pulls up alongside mine and I snap back to attention and straighten my skirt.

I refocus on the app. What do I pick from a universe of magical punishments?

I look at the options at the top of the list and, as if by magic, a very appealing idea sits there waiting for me. I almost wonder if this is more of a treat for me than a punishment for her.

I tap it, and head back to the household, a much much happier maid than I was before.

When I get back to the house, I waste no time in getting the groceries and toiletries to their rightful homes. In doing so, I observe that there were plenty of toiletries - as I thought, a pointless trip in attempt to humiliate me. But that will not happen again.

Hair trigger: Pull her hair and watch her inner sub come out. She'll do what she's told for a change.

I knock on her door, to no answer, but I know she's in. I take out the app and activate her plug -- miraculously, her door opens pretty quickly.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" She asks, lifting her phone.

I push past her and close the door. "You mean this?" I show myself slide her through S, all the way to M and leave her there.

I feel a heat between my legs as I watch her clutch her bedframe in discomfort.

"Feeling full? Get used to it. I've had enough of you trying to mess around with me. I've come to teach you once and for all how you are supposed to behave." I start to walk towards her.

My new demeanour must have her shaken as, while I step toward her, she starts to back away and trips backwards onto her bed. She yelps as she lands on her newly enlarged plug and tries to lift herself with her hands. God this feels good. I keep walking as she frantically taps on her phone.

I feel my outfit retreat up my legs into the parody outfit from before but this time it's different. I'm about to be in charge again.

"Stop." Her voice quivers. "I'll press it again."

"Try it." I am a few (slightly shorter) strides away from her now.

My outfit flows around me again into something, at any other time, I'd have been ashamed to wear. Right now, though, I just felt even sexier in it.

From her perspective, it must have looked like a superhero walk, with the bullets ricocheting from my chest as the shots only momentarily slow me down. Clearly she was out of ammunition for now, as she dropped her phone. She looked at me marching toward her on unsteady heels, confused as to why I hadn't stopped.

I confidently put one of my stiletto-wearing feet on the edge of her bed and stare at her as she looks, confused, at it, up my leg and up to my face.

Before she has a chance to say anything, I grab a fistful of her hair and watch her melt. Up until this point, my walk was sheer bravado. I had no idea if the app had worked until this moment. Nobody could fake the face she's pulling right now. She's in ecstasy and she's going nowhere.

The closest thing I've seen to her reaction is like watching somebody try a scalp massager for the first time.

I lower my foot and stand closer to her at the edge of her bed, one of her legs on each side of mine. I use my grasp on her hair to shove her face into my chest, rubbing them with her face.

I am so turned on by this situation. I didn't think I could get like this around another woman but dominating this brat is bringing something new out of me. I feel myself losing control as I tell her to kiss my chest.

I pull my top down below my breasts and order "suck it." She does and it feels so good. I haven't had the luxury of being with a man for as long as I've worked for this family, thanks to my lack of free time and personal space, and this feels different to what I can do by myself. So much better than even last week's fantasies. I start to circle my clit with my finger under my tiny skirt. To my surprise, this new outfit didn't have any panties for me to contend with.

I let go of her hair push her until she fell backwards onto her bed. I climb onto the bed and kneel over her waist.

I watch, with one hand still between my legs as she starts to come back to her senses.

"Wh- wha--"

I'm not done with her yet, though. I lean forward and crawl along her body until my head is by her head and my hips are above hers. I grab another fistful of hair and tug it, straining her neck slightly. "Take your panties off."

She complies. I lower my head next to hers so I can whisper in her ear and hear her reaction.

"Now I want you to finger yourself. Start slowly." I order, quietly.

She complies again, this time with more hesitation. I savour the sound she makes as she relinquishes control and starts to play with herself, working herself up slightly.

I start to fuck my soaking, bare pussy with my finger while I lean over until I have a better idea. "Keep going, and don't get up." I start to shuffle my waist further up her body to her face.

As she realises what I am about to do, she tries to protest and move her head, only serving to pull her own hair and trigger another wave of submission.

"Get me off with your mouth, Hannah." I use her hair as a reign and pull her hair upwards as I grind my crotch into her face.

She has no idea what she's doing down there, I think to myself as I feel her trying to make out with my snatch. "Use your tongue." I have no idea what I'm doing either, but I quickly discover what works for me. "Fuck yourself properly with your finger too. As hard as you can. Don't cum though."

She moans again, which feels amazing on my lips.

I close my eyes and enjoy the sensation emanating from below as I can't help my hips from humping her. I can't believe I've tamed this bitch.