Turn Ashley into a slutty French Maid

You: "I'll be right back."

You stand up and excuse yourself in the middle of dinner. You head towards the bathroom, but instead make a turn to get the vial from your suitcase. Then you make your way to the kitchen.

Before you dose Ashley, you have to get Linda on board with this. She probably won't love the idea of brainwashing her daughter, but thanks to her suggestions you should be able to convince her easily. You remember her suggestions, most importantly 'You will never consider leaving me anymore. No matter what happens, you will always be with me.' And there was also 'I make the decisions and you will always accept them and support me, even if they pertain to Ashley.' With these two, on top of her doing anything you want, you should be more than covered.

You (shout): "Linda, can you come to the kitchen for a second?"

Linda enters the room a few seconds later.

Linda: "Yes, honey?"

She looks just perfect, wearing this slutty French maid costume. And this meek way of speaking to you, including her body language.

You (hushed): "Come here."

Linda comes closer, looking curious. You whisper to her what you want to do, making sure to use your words carefully.

You: "Listen, this vial here contains a serum that can entrance the person who drinks it. During this trance, they are completely susceptible to any manipulation."

Linda: "What? How?"

You: "I made it at work. Trust me it works. And I have made the decision to use it on Ashley and fix her behavior for good. Do you have any problem with that?"

Linda: "I... No, I don't."

You: "You support my decision to **** Ashley and brainwash her?"

Linda: "Yes, Adam. If you think this is the right move... I support you."

You: "You're a good girl, Linda. Once she drinks this, she will fall into trance rather fast. You must not say a word while she is under, do you understand?"

Linda: "Y-Yes. How long will it last?"

You: "The trance is short, but the effect will last forever."

Linda (exhales): "Okay."

You: "I want you to slip it into her water. Will you do that for me?"

Linda: "O-Of course, Adam. I'll do anything you want."

You: "Good girl. Are you ready?"

Linda: "Yes..."

She hesitates, looking uncomfortable. Maybe her conditioning was affected after all, now that you want her to betray her own daughter?

You: "What's on your mind? Be honest."

Linda: "I just... I'm wondering if you used this on me... Since I feel so different lately. I just..."

She trails off. No point in lying now.

You: "Yes, I used this to make you submissive and turn you into my maid. I had to make this decision to save our marriage. I understand if that is a dealbreaker to you, so if you want to leave me..."

Linda: "No! God, no, Adam, I'd never leave you! To be honest... I like this new version of 'us'. If anything I feel grateful. Is that weird?"

You: "Not at all. It's part of your conditioning."

Linda: "Oh..."

She frowns for a moment and looks thoughtful. Then she shakes her head and shrugs it off.

Linda: "At least we're happy... Right?"

You: "That's right. Now let's go back to Ashley before she gets suspicious."

The two of you reenter the dining room, where Ashley has almost finished her meal alone.

Ashley: "What have you been doing... You know what, forget I asked."

Linda: "Sorry, honey. Let me refill that for you."

Linda takes Ashley's water glass which is still half-full and heads to the kitchen again. You sit down and start eating in awkward silence.

Linda comes back and places the glass in front of Ashley. Ashley ignores it and shoots an angry glare at her mother's outfit.

Linda: "What?"

Ashley: "I just don't get it."

Linda: "Come on, honey we talked about this."

Ashley: "I know, but that doesn't mean I have to pretend like this is normal."

You wish you could do anything to get this spoiled brat to drink her water, so you can brainwash her finally, but there is nothing you can do but wait. One wrong word from you and she'd grow instantly suspicious.

Linda: "You are totally exaggerating. And I think I deserve to feel sexy, just like any other woman does."

Ashley (mumbles): "I'm not saying you don't..."

Ashley looks flustered. She takes a sip from her glass and then gulps down the entire thing. Yes!

Ashley: "I just can't get over that weird costume."

You: "I actually bought one for her, too before I got home, but she had the same idea."

Linda: "Oh, really honey? Can I see it?"

You: "Sure, but I think I'll let Ashley wear it instead."

Ashley: "What did you just say? (to Linda) Did you hear what that sick-ick igg..."

Ashley trails off, like an android that ran out of batteries.

You: "Look at me, Ashley. Listen and and obey my voice."

Ashley turns her head to you, her face displays an empty expression like she's sleepwalking.

Ashley: "Listen... and obey..."

You: "Whenever you are at home, you will instantly start working as my personal slutty French maid. That's your job."

Ashley: "My... job...?"

You: "Yes, Ashley. You agreed to take this job, in exchange for living here rent-free. You are very grateful for this chance I gave you."

Ashley: "Grateful... Yes..."

You: "As my personal slutty French maid you must obey all of my commands, split the chores with your mother, and wear a skimpy French maid costume while you're here. You agree to all of these terms and any other decisions I make from now on."

Ashley: "I agree... Yes..."

You: "On top of that you will naturally speak with a French accent and act as submissive as possible when you're working. As part of your job, I can fuck you anytime I want."

Ashley: "You can... fuck me... anytime you want..."

You: "That's the slutty part of the position. And you'll think all of this is completely normal and a very good arrangement for you."

Ashley: "Very good arrangement..."

You: "While you are on the job, you will act like a slutty French maid and be obedient, no matter what. While you're not on the job you don't even think about your job at home. Do you understand?"

Ashley: "Yes... I understand..."

You: "You will treat me like your employer from now on, someone you have to respect, even if you're just pretending. That's just how it works. You can't ever lose this job, so you have to suck up to me."

Ashley: "Can't lose this job... have to suck up..."

[BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP]

You had more things to say, but this will do as well. Ashley blinks rapidly as her eyes refocus on you.

Ashley: "W-What just 'appened?"

You: "I said I bought an outfit for you to try."

Ashley: "Oh, pour my new posizion? Zat ees verry nice of you, Adam!"

Wow, her French accent sounds hot, especially the way she says your name! You glance at Linda, who looks rather shocked. Maybe you should have warned her.

You (to Ashley): "Grab my car keys and check in the trunk. There's a shopping bag containing your new uniform. Come back here once you've changed into it."

Ashley: "Oui, monsieur! (smiles politely) Merci beaucoup!"

Ashley gets up and hurries out of the room. You face Linda.

You: "What do you think?"

Linda: "I... I didn't expect that..."

You: "Which part?"

Linda: "All of them. The so-called job, the accent, the f-fucking... I mean... I thought... (shrugs) I was supposed to be all that."

You expected her to be angry at you for messing up her daughter's brain, not to get jealous.

You: "Don't worry. You'll always be my number one, but Ashley needed to be put in her place. But yes, she will be a maid, just like you, and I will most certainly fuck her brains out later. Do you have a problem with that decision?"

Linda shakes her head.

Linda: "No, darling. Of course not. (smiles) You have my full support."

Adam: "Remember to address me as 'Sir'."

Linda: "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir."

After Dinner

You eat with Linda but can barely contain your excitement while waiting for Ashley to get ready. Once your plates are empty, Linda rises from her seat to clear the table.

You: "Sit back down."

Linda: "O-Okay."

She looks disappointed. Before you can say anything else to her, Ashley enters the living room wearing the French maid costume originally intended for her mother. Luckily, the costume still suited her perfectly. It was more 'traditional' looking than the one Linda was wearing. You notice that Ashley also arranged her hair and put on light make-up.

Ashley: "I 'am back, Monsieur. Do you approve of ze uniform?"

You have to get used to that French accent. And this entirely new version of Ashley come to think of it. At the start of this dinner, she was a spoiled lazy brat. Now she was willing to do your bidding, thinking it was her job. You can put her to work.

You: "I approve, yes. Since this is your first day I'd like to observe your work. Start by cleaning the table."

Ashley: "Oui, Monsieur!"

Ashley hurries to the table picks up the empty plates, and carries them to the kitchen under your watchful eyes. Linda watches the scene with a curiosity and you know she's not happy that Ashley is seemingly taking over her job.

You: "Linda, I have a task for you, too."

Linda sits up straight and smiles at you.

Linda (eager): "Yes, Sir?"

You: "Come here and suck my dick while Ashley cleans the table."

Linda: "Yes, Sir. Right away."

It's impossible to tell if Linda still has reservations about the current situation. She seems excited as she gets up from her seat, walks over to you, and kneels down to open your belt.

Ashley reenters the room to get more stuff from the table. When she sees her mother pulling your cock out of your pants she stops moving. Linda puts your dick in her mouth and starts sucking you off, while Ashley stares at this scene in frozen shock.

You: "Did I tell you to stop and stare or to clean the table?"

Ashley: "Oh gosh, Excusez-moi, Monsieur! It ees just... umm, I was not expecting zis..."

You: "I want you to focus on your job, Ashley. Or do you have a problem with that?"

Ashley: "N-Non, Monsieur. Forgive my momentary distraction. Cleaning ze table immediately, Monsieur."

Ashley walks up to the table and begins wiping down the surface, her hands shaking slightly. She probably tries hard to ignore the wet sounds her mother makes, as she's slurping up your cock.

You: "Ah, that's good cock-sucking Linda."

Linda: "Thank you, Sir."

Linda takes your cock back in her mouth and moves even faster, but you have your eyes on Ashley, of course.

You: "Take it all in, baby, just like that, yes."

Your stepdaughter blushes furiously as she continues cleaning, desperately trying to block out your lewd commentary alongside the slurping noises.

Ashley (mutters under her breath): "Oh mon dieu..."

You: "What was that?"

Ashley: "N-nothing, Monsieur. Just ze cleaning, it requires great concentration, oui?"

Ashley's eyes are glued to the table while yours are glued to her cleavage.

You: "Are you done with the table?"

Ashley (meekly): "Oui, Monsieur, completely débarrassée!"

She bows awkwardly as she looks at you, her eyes inadvertently darting down to her mother sucking you off.

Ashley: "Now, if you'll excuse me, I uh... must attend to ze dishes..."

You: "I don't think so."

You pull Linda's head back by her hair and stand up, your hard dick in clear sight for Ashley.

You: "Let me double-check your work with the table."

Ashley swallows hard, her gaze involuntarily drawn to your erect member as you step closer. You can see her cheeks burning with humiliation and anxiety.

Ashley (stammers): "Ah, bien sûr, Monsieur... Please inspect zee table, I 'ave made sure it ees spotless for you."

You: "Put your face on it."

Ashley's eyes widen in shock at the abrupt command, but she hesitates only for a moment before complying. With trembling hands, she presses her cheek against the cool surface of the table, inhaling the faint scent of lemon polish.

Ashley: "Like zis, Monsieur?"

You: "Yes, like this. Hold still while I fuck you."

Ashley: "O-Oui, Monsieur. As you wish."

You walk behind her to lift her skirt and pull down her panties. Ashley gasps as you reveal her exposed ass. You wonder if she feels scared or nervous about this. In her mind, this was part of her duties after all, but it is hard to tell what she was truly thinking about all this. Either way, Ashley remains motionless, pressing her cheek harder against the table for support, ready to take you in.

You (to Linda): "Take over the chores, Linda. You do the dishes while I do your daughter, alright?"

Linda (meekly): "Yes, Sir. Right away."

You don't wait for Linda to leave the room to penetrate Ashley's tight cunt.

A sharp cry escapes Ashley's lips as she feels your rigid length penetrating her, the initial stretch causing tears to well up at the corners of her eyes.

Ashley: "Mon dieu, Monsieur! Please, be gentle... It 'urts, but I am trying to bee strong for you..."

You: "What are you talking about?"

You realize that Ashley is probably not wet at all. Nothing about what happened before would have aroused her enough to take you in. But then again, your dick was wet enough thanks to Linda's sloppy blowjob. Still, Ashley is much tighter than you expected she'd be. Another thought occurs to you.

You: "Wait, are you... Is this your first time?!"

Ashley nods jerkily, as your pace quickens.

Ashley: "Oui, Monsieur... I 'ave never... Ah! It ees my maiden'ood you are taking..."

You: "Holy shit!"

Ashley's warmth envelops your hardness, a snug, slick passage that grips your cock. While her cheek is still glued to the table, you savor the sweet tightness, relishing the subtle resistance as her untouched channel stretches to accommodate your intrusion.

You: "Well, that explains why your cunt is so tight!"

With each powerful thrust, you delve deeper. You revel in the feeling of breaking through her maidenhead, a tangible milestone in your domination over the girl who used to call you a creep and a pervert on a regular basis. Her cries of discomfort fuel your lust, driving you to claim her thoroughly.

Ashley: "Mon Dieu! P-Please slow down! Is ees too much!"

You stop thrusting and slow down instead, letting her catch her breath. You might be a vengeful bastard, but you don't want to traumatize her completely. You guide her to lift her head from the table but make sure she keeps looking at you while you slowly move your hips again.

You: "How about this pace? Feeling better?"

Ashley: "O-Oui monsieur. Ah! Merci beaucoup. Aaah!"

You: "Don't get used to it. Remember that this is part of your job now."

Ashley: "Oui, Monsieur... I understand, I accept zis as part of my duties..."

You: "Good Girl. Now, show me a smile. You want me to feel good about fucking you, don't you?"

Ashley: "Oui, Monsieur... I do want you to feel très bien..."

Ashley's expression morphs into a strained, artificial grin as she meets your gaze over her shoulder. It looks ****, but you like to see her put in an effort for you. You go faster again, now that she has gotten used to it.

As your thrusts grow more forceful, Ashley's body begins to respond. Her tight pussy is wet now, letting your dick penetrate her with more ease than before. Her hips start to move instinctively, meeting yours in a rhythm that seems to work for both you and her.

Ashley (pants): "Oh mon dieu... Zis feels... (gasps)"

You: "You like it?"

Ashley: "Oui, monsieur!"

She moans in pleasure. You were not expecting this. Reaching that point of no return, you thrust faster, about to cum inside her. Ashley keeps moaning and cursing French words you don't understand. Faster and faster. You cum and thrust deep, stopping at the edge where she's all filled up, pumping your load inside her while she groans in either pain or pleasure. You can't tell.

Wednesday

You wake up to your alarm and wonder if yesterday actually happened. You turn around to find yourself alone in bed. Daylight is already coming in through the curtains. The bathroom door opens and Linda enters the room, wearing the same maid outfit she wore yesterday.

Linda: "Good morning, Sir. How may I serve you?"

You beckon her to come closer, and she leans over to kiss you. You enjoy the kiss, and even though you have a horrible morning taste in your mouth, Linda seems to relish it like a delicacy.

You: "You need to buy more costumes like that. Where's Ashley?"

Linda: "She is downstairs, making breakfast."

You: "Ah... alright. I'll be right there."

You get up and go to the bathroom, your head still spinning with crazy images from yesterday. You freshen up, and then join your maids downstairs.

Ashley greets you with a polite smile. She too wears her uniform as instructed. You still struggle to believe that the bratty bitch that was your stepdaughter is now your personal maid, who serves you in tandem with her mother.

Ashley (cheerful): "Bon jour, Monseur. Breakfast ees ready, I 'ope it pleases!"

The table is already set with filled plates of croissants, sausages, and bacon. As you sit down, Ashley approaches you with a clean plate, putting it in front of you. You stare at her cleavage, then at her face. She's still smiling politely.

Ashley: "Bon appetit!"

She puts a hand on your shoulder as she says this. Linda, standing across the table bows her head.

Linda: "is there anything else we can do to serve you, Sir?"

Adam: "I guess one of you could crawl under the table and suck me off while I eat."

But who?

To be continued

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