You don't have much choice

I stepped back out in my "uniform" to be greeted with a wolf whistle from Uri as he stared me up and down with hungry eyes. God, just ignore him... But I could feel my body reacting to the attention, beginning to heat up. Let's just focus on the work. The sooner I start the sooner I'm out of here permanently. I'll start with the dishes. I scan the room to see half-empty cups and bottles, dirty plates, and bowls scattered around the place. How do they live like this? I go around gathering all of them as Uri keeps a watchful eye on me from his position on the couch. Filling up the sink with hot water and dish soap, I let the plates soak since scrubbing didn't do much to all the grim caked on. Whenever I added something new to the sink or when I started brushing to get out a tough stain some water always seemed to splash up onto my face and chest. Over and over again it happened all while Uri watched his new servant clean up the place. I couldn't tell if it was my frustration, the steam from the water, or something I didn't want to admit but the heat in my body was getting more intense. My heart was pounding from anger but another part entirely was throbbing as well. I could feel the wetness between my legs but did my best to focus on what needed to be done. And finally, I was done, I let the water out of the sink and left the dishes to dry as I moved on to another task. But as I came out from behind the kitchen Uri was staring more intently than usual. "What?" I said placing my hands on my hips. He seemed to snicker for a moment then replied "You got a little something..." He trailed off as he pointed to my chest. I looked down to notice some dish soap testing on top of my bust, which was now much more visible thanks to this stupid costume. But, haha, something white on my boobs, looks like jizz, hilarious Uri. God, is he twelve? I brushed my hand along my boob scooped it up and wiped it off on my apron. With as much sarcasm as I could muster, I gave him a "Thanks".

Next, I grab a garbage bag out and start to round up all the trash littered around the place. A bunch of takeaway containers, wrappers from snacks, as well as packaging from a variety of products, were just discarded as soon as it was opened. Uri's eyes follow me around the room and as I bend down to grab more trash I stumble and yelp as he smacks my ass. The surprise of it causes me to drop the garbage bag and it spills out over the floor. "What the fuck!" I turn and glare at him smirking like an idiot while the stinging on my ass was still fresh. "Couldn't help myself." I ball up my fists and try and calm myself before I turn away and get down on the floor and start to scoop the rubbish back into the bag. "You bend over in front of someone with a booty like that and you're gonna get a smack. Not my fault." I swiveled my hair around to him but he just kept staring at my ass, not even looking at my face. Just get this cleaned up quickly and then I can get off the bloody floor. I'm crawling along just wildly grabbing whatever I can see and throwing it in the bag. This goes on for a short time before I grab something and feel a wet stickiness on my fingers. I look down to see that it's a condom. A used, discarded condom that was just on the floor. I put it in the garbage bag and try to wipe as much of the fluid off my fingers on the inner lining but I can still feel it on them. Rage is boiling inside of me. What kind of animals just throw a used condom onto the floor in their own house? I keep shoveling rubbish into the bag but every time I reach for something I can feel the tiniest amount of resistance when moving my fingers apart. And then there was the smell. The strong pungent stink penetrated my nostrils. I tried to scrunch up my nose and blow out the scent but it made no difference. I just huffed and puffed all the while until the last of the rubbish was in the bag. With that, I tie it up and went to put it in the trash outside. But as I was about to open the door I remembered what I was wearing. Maybe I could just leave it by the door and do it later? But then I might not get my pill back for not finishing cleaning the place. Fuck. I slowly open the door and peer out to see if there is anyone nearby. With no one in sight, I rush over and slam the bag into the open trashcan before quickly turning on my heels, feeling the lacy trim spin with me, and rush back inside slamming the door shut.

I can feel Uri looking at me, probably loving this but I don't even acknowledge him and start on my next task; Laundry