She plays it cool tonight

I've worked around Hannah for long enough to know that nothing good can come out of her when she's in a mood like this. I also have enough experience with the app to know how formidable it can be. I'm not going to test either of them right now.

That said, I am not in the mood to have anyone seeing me dressed like this, so I focus all of my coordination on walking towards her door and closing it. With the privacy assured, for now, I get to work cleaning her room.

Even in an empty room, bending over in this outfit felt disgusting and made me acutely aware of my body. I'm proud of my body - I work hard to keep it in shape at the gym, and I've been blessed with a really nice set of curves - I just never thought that it would be my employer who got to enjoy them.

Breathing and was difficult in the corset and bending at anything but the waist was impossible. This was only worsened by shoes which kept me on my toes the entire time.

Eventually, after more gymnastics than cleaning, her bathroom was polished, her bed was made and the floors were spotless. It was time for me to call Hannah in for the inspection.

Despite the temptation to go back to my quarters, I sit on the bed for the 20 minutes it takes for Hannah to return to her bedroom. The outfit implicitly enforced an obedient posture from me, which belied the rage inside me.

"I notice you didn't change the sheets," Hannah looks at me expectantly.

Of course I didn't - the linen closet is the other end of the hallway. "I am sorry, I--"

"Go and get new ones," now she has the nerve to fold her arms, her phone visible in her hand.

"But--"

"Now!" She holds her phone, threateningly.

I take a deep breath. Obviously she's not going to let this go, and I need to win her around somewhat if I'm going to make it back to my quarters in any kind of decent clothing. I poke my head through her doorway and check that the coast is clear for now and make my best attempt at a run to the closet.

Her parents' suite door was open and I don't want to take a chance, so I dash as silently as I can past their doorway. Ninjas should be thankful that they don't have to wear these shoes.

I take refuge in the closet as I hear someone's steps pass by, and when the coast was clear I do the same back to her bedroom, taking care not to trip. I slam the door behind me.

She watches me intently as I slowly strip the sheets from her bed and replace them with new ones from the closet.

"That wasn't so hard," she says, patronisingly, as she took her phone out and tapped the screen a few times.

I let out a huge sigh of relief as I feel my feet relax, my height drop and my outfit grow around my body again. It was a bitter surprise, even if I should have known, that I didn't get my normal clothes back. My heels stop shrinking half way, and I see I'm still in a dress, but thankfully it had grown to knee length. I was back in my french maid outfit from before she 'upgraded' me. Still two notches above where I want to be. I must look visibly disappointed.

"Dismissed!" She gestures to the door.

My rage peaks as I make eye contact, and it takes everything in me to not slap the phone out of her hands or scream at her, but I think this is all the victory I'm going to get for now. I check that the coast is clear and sneak back to my quarters.

I lay in bed facing the ceiling, reflecting the events of earlier. I'm voluntarily laying naked because the only alternative is now a maid costume. For last week or so, I've been racing to my bed with excitement. Having control over this brat has shown me a new side of myself. I'm not attracted to her, but the idea of dominating somebody, especially one that has treated me badly for years, was attractive enough to me. Tonight, though, it was different. I tried everything to get myself in the mood, but having lost my power, I too had lost all of my drive.

Without my motivation, I have nothing to do but lay with the app open next to me, staring at her butt plug slider, currently set to off.