The Interns Arrive.

Cheryl Murphy: "Mmhmm," Cheryl agreed, her eyes half-closed in pleasure. "But we're just getting started, aren't we, Helga?"

Narrator: The sudden interruption of the doorbell pierced through the tension-laden air of the room. Cheryl's eyes snapped open, a flicker of annoyance crossing her features. She glanced at Cherie whose own expression had morphed into a curious blend of anticipation and irritation. "It seems we have company,"

Miss Helga: "Ah, the bell tolls for thee, my dear," Cheryl said, her voice dripping with sweet sarcasm. "Answer it."

Narrator: With a dramatic sigh, Cherie rose from her floor with the grace of a submissive maid, her tall frame unfurling as she strode towards the intrusive sound of the doorbell. She paused briefly to cast a knowing smile at Cheryl, the unspoken promise of their game not forgotten, before pulling the door open. The hallway outside was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the flickering sconces lining the walls. A figure stood in the doorway, shrouded in shadows that danced in the flickering light.

Maid Cherie: * Cherie opened the door and standing there were Sarah and Mabel the two young interns from Sappho Enterprises. When they saw their former CEO now dressed as a maid they sniggered.

Sarah: "Is this some sort of company bonding exercise, Miss Hewson?"

Maid Cherie: "Bonjour Miss Sarah my name is Cherie"

Sarah: "Cherie?"

Sarah: "Oh, sorry, Miss Hewson. You look... different. Did you decide to switch careers?"

SUMMARY^1: Cheryl and Miss Helga are engaged in a BDSM roleplay when the doorbell interrupts them. Cherie, dressed as a maid, opens the door to find Sarah and Mabel, two interns from Sappho Enterprises, who recognize Christina despite her disguise and question the unusual scenario.

Mabel: * Smirked see the ice queen now dressed as a maid.*

Mabel: "Looks like you've found yourself in a new role, Christina."

Miss Helga: *Her eyes narrowed in the shadows, watching the exchange with a silent amusement.*

Cheryl Murphy: "Welcome to my humble abode," Cheryl said, her voice a low purr that seemed to echo through the room. She stepped into the light, her own attire a stark contrast to Cherie's—a sleek black dress that hugged her body like a second skin, the neckline plunging dangerously low to reveal the swells of her ample breasts. "Welcome girls to Miss Helga's home. This used to be Christina's house but she now just a common maid"

Cheryl Murphy: She looked at the two interns with a wicked smile. "Sarah, Mabel, I'm sure you remember the old days when Cherie here ruled the roost. Now, it's time for a taste of the other side, don't you think?"

Sarah: Sarah Smirked as she looked at Cherie.

Sarah: "Well, Miss Murphy, I must admit I'm quite intrigued. What's the occasion for this little... transformation?"

Cheryl Murphy: *Her smile grew wider, the diamond necklace glinting in the dim light as she leaned against the doorframe. She gestured for the interns to enter, her eyes never leaving their shocked faces.* "Oh, it's just a little role reversal exercise. You know, to keep things fresh in the corporate world. Cherie here is quite good at cleaning up messes. Aren't you, dear?"

Maid Cherie: *Christina's jaw clenched, but she kept her expression neutral, bobbing her head slightly.* "Yes, Miss Murphy," she replied, her voice a soft whisper that seemed to carry the weight of a thousand unspoken words.

Cheryl Murphy: "Ah, I see the curiosity in your eyes, Sarah," Cheryl said, her voice a siren's call that filled the hallway with a seductive warmth. "Why don't you come in and tell us all about it?" She stepped aside, allowing the interns to enter the opulent living room. The room was adorned with luxurious furnishings and the faint scent of vanilla candles filled the air, setting a peculiar mood for the unfolding scenario.

Sarah: With a smug look at Cherie, who remained stoically composed despite the humiliation, Sarah stepped into the room. She took a seat on the plush velvet sofa, crossing one leg over the other. "Well, Miss Murphy, if we're sharing stories, I have quite a few to tell about our dear Cherie here. But the one that really sticks out was when she made me kiss her nylon clad ass while calling me names."

Cheryl Murphy: "Ah, the plot thickens," Cheryl murmured, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She sauntered over to the bar and poured herself a glass of red wine, swirling it before taking a sip. "It seems we have a little history to settle, don't we, Cherie?"

Cheryl Murphy: Cheryl's smile grew more sinister as she approached the sofa. She sat down gracefully next to Sarah, the fabric of her dress whispering against her skin. "You know, I've always believed in giving credit where credit is due. Cherie, would you be so kind as to demonstrate your... special talents for our guests?"

Maid Cherie: Christina's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and defiance, but she knew better than to resist in front of the interns. She took a deep, calming breath and lowered herself to her knees, her hands folded neatly in her lap. "As you wish, Miss Murphy," she said through gritted teeth, her voice a perfect blend of submission and contempt.

Narrator: The room was thick with tension, the air practically vibrating with the unspoken words and unseen power struggles. Cheryl's smile grew even more wicked as she watched Christina kneel before her. The irony of the situation was not lost on her; the former CEO of Sappho Enterprises, now reduced to a maid, about to be humiliated by one of her former employees.

Sarah: "Wow, Miss Murphy, this is... something else," Sarah said, her voice laced with barely contained glee. She leaned back into the couch, her eyes glued to Christina, who remained stoic despite the clear discomfort. "Maid I want you to kiss my nylon covered ass while I humiliate with degrading names."

Maid Cherie: Christina's jaw clenched tighter, but she knew she had ****. She stood and walked over to Sarah, her steps measured and precise, and bent over, presenting her backside. She felt the intern's breath against her skin as she began to murmur sweet nothings, calling her every degrading name she could think of while fighting back the urge to lash out.

Sarah: "Yes, just like that," Sarah said with a sneer, her voice dripping with spite. "Show us what you're really made of, Cherie." She leaned her ass hard against Cherie's mouth.

Sarah: "Call me 'Miss Sarah' and tell me how much you love serving me," Sarah demanded, her voice echoing the cruel amusement Cheryl had once reserved for her.

Maid Cherie: "Yes, Miss Sarah," Christina murmured, the words sticking in her throat like bitter poison. She leaned in, her cheek brushing against the nylon, and began to kiss and lick the fabric-covered skin with exaggerated enthusiasm.

Mabel: "Looks like the tables have turned," Mabel said with a smirk, crossing her arms over her chest. "I always knew she had it in her."

Mabel: *Her gaze drifted to the pantyhose laying over the armrest of the chair, a knowing look on her face.* "Miss Murphy, I seem to recall another little game we played back in the day," Mabel said, her voice a purr that matched the one Cheryl had used earlier. "Do you remember when you had me crawling around your office, wrists and ankles bound? Cherie?"

Mabel: "It was quite the sight, wasn't it?" she continued, her eyes glinting with malicious amusement. "How about we reenact that little scene right here, right now?"

Cheryl Murphy: "Oh, Mabel, you always had such an eye for detail," Cheryl said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She took another sip of her wine, watching the scene unfold with the detachment of a cat watching a mouse it had caught.

Mabel: "It's all coming back to me now," Mabel said with a wink at Christina. "You had me begging for mercy, didn't you, Miss Hewson?"

Mabel: She stepped closer to Cherie, her hand caressing the pantyhose that lay over the chair's armrest. "How about it, Cherie?"

Mabel: "Miss Murphy has been ever so generous to allow us a little entertainment, don't you think?" Mabel's voice was sweet, but the glint in her eyes spoke of the thrill of power she felt seeing Christina in such a compromised position.

Cheryl Murphy: "Indeed, Mabel," Cheryl said with a wry smile. She took another sip of her wine, watching the scene unfold with the detachment of a puppet master enjoying her handiwork. "I do believe it's your turn to remind Cherie of her place."

Mabel: With a wicked smile, Mabel stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with the same malicious amusement she had seen in Cheryl's gaze. She reached for the pantyhose and gently traced them over Christina's knee, her touch feather-light yet commanding. "As Miss Murphy said, Cherie," she began, her voice a silky whisper, "it's time for a little ****."

Narrator: Christina's eyes narrowed, the humiliation burning deep within her. But she knew the game—she had played it many times before. She took a deep breath and nodded, her heart racing as she felt the soft nylon slide over her skin.

Mabel: "Good girl," Mabel cooed, her voice thick with the thrill of power. She stepped back, the pantyhose still in her hand. "Now, let's see if you've learned your lesson, Cherie."

Narrator: Cheryl set her wine glass down, a smug smile playing on her lips as she observed the unfolding scene. She nodded almost imperceptibly, giving Mabel the silent go-ahead. The intern stepped closer to Christina, her eyes glinting with excitement as she looped the pantyhose around Christina's wrists, tying them in a deceptively delicate bow that spoke of her own experience in the art of bondage.

Narrator: With surprising agility, Mabel moved to Christina's ankles, binding them tightly with the remaining pantyhose. Cherie's body was now a canvas for their amusement, **** and at their mercy. Cheryl's smile grew as she watched the two interns, feeling a thrill of power as she realized the extent of her control over Christina's fate.

Narrator: Mabel stepped back to admire her handiwork, a wicked glint in her eye as she took in the sight of Christina, now fully bound and helpless. "Perfect," she said with a satisfied smirk. "Now, let's find a suitable place for our little servant to rest, shall we?"

Narrator: With a flick of her wrist, Mabel gestured to the sofa, a silent command that sent Cherie crawling awkwardly on her bound limbs. The fabric of the pantyhose dug into her skin, a painful reminder of her current predicament. The interns giggled as they watched, enjoying every moment of Christina's degradation.

Narrator: The sound of Mabel's high heels clicking against the marble floor grew louder as she approached the sofa. "Let's get comfortable," she said, her voice a mix of excitement and malicious glee. She and Sarah both removed their shoes, revealing perfectly painted toes.

Narrator: With a graceful leap, Mabel planted her bare feet on the center of Christina's back, the sensation of coolness against the heat of Cherie's skin making her flinch. Sarah followed suit, her own feet joining Mabel's, pressing down slightly, enjoying the feeling of power.

Mabel: "Ah, this is the life," Mabel exclaimed, wiggling her toes, feeling the give of Christina's back beneath them. "Isn't it, Cherie?"

Sarah: "It certainly is," Sarah said, mirroring Mabel's actions. "And just think, we have Miss Murphy to thank for it." She raised her glass in a toast to Cheryl, the liquid amber sparkling in the candlelight.

Cheryl Murphy: "To new beginnings," Cheryl murmured, raising her wine glass in return. She took a sip, her eyes never leaving Christina's bound form as the interns' heels dug into her back. "You know, Cherie, I always knew you had a knack for... flexibility," she said, her voice a purr of satisfaction.

Miss Helga: *In the corner, Miss Helga watched the scene with a mix of curiosity and amusement. The dynamics of power had shifted so dramatically, and she couldn't help but be intrigued by the transformation.* "This is quite the show, Miss Murphy," she said, her accent thick with a hint of Eastern European origin. "I must admit, I'm quite enjoying the performance."

Cheryl Murphy: "Oh, it's just the beginning," Cheryl said with a wink at Miss Helga. She turned her gaze back to the interns, her voice taking on an edge of challenge. "Ladies, I'm sure you can think of some more... creative ways to demonstrate Cherie's newfound servitude. After all, she was quite the mentor in the art of humiliation herself."

Sarah: "Miss Murphy, you're absolutely right," Sarah said, her eyes gleaming with malicious intent. She leaned down and whispered into Christina's ear. "Remember how you used to make me feel, Cherie? It's time to return the favor. Let's see if you can handle the taste of your own medicine."

Sarah: With that, she grabbed a handful of Cherie's hair and yanked her head back, forcing their eyes to meet. "Kiss Mabel's feet," she ordered, her voice low and commanding. "Show us how much you love serving."

Maid Cherie: Cherie happily obeyed.

Mabel: "Oh, don't be shy, Cherie," Mabel said with a smug smile, extending one foot out for Cherie to kiss. "After all, we're just getting acquainted with your... new role."

Mabel: As Cherie leaned in to kiss Mabel's toes, the intern couldn't help but laugh, the sound echoing through the room like a taunt. "See how eager she is to please," Mabel said to Sarah, her eyes sparkling with cruel delight.

Sarah: "Indeed," Sarah agreed, her voice cold and calculated. "But what shall we call our dear maid?" She tapped her chin thoughtfully, watching Cherie's tongue dart out to lick Mabel's foot. "We need something that truly captures her new... position."

Sarah: "I've got it," Sarah announced, her voice like a whip crack in the tense silence. "From now on, she shall be known as 'Maid ****-Girl'." The two interns cackled with glee, their laughter bouncing off the velvet-covered walls.

Cheryl Murphy: "Maid ****-Girl it is," Cheryl said, her voice a dark purr. She took another sip of her wine, watching with a twisted smile as Christina's eyes flashed with anger at the degrading new title. "I must admit, I'm quite enjoying this," she mused aloud. "The power dynamics have certainly shifted, haven't they, Cherie?"

Mabel: "Indeed," Mabel agreed, her eyes gleaming with pleasure as she felt the power she held over Christina. She reached down to stroke Cherie's bound ankle, her touch taunting and cruel. "Now, let's see how well you can clean," she said, pointing to a her pussy.

Mabel: "Miss Murphy keeps a very clean house, Maid ****-Girl," she added, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I expect you to be thorough."