Maid Jamie

"Next it's time to tailor your mind. I don't really care who you are now, since I'm just going to rewrite you to what I want, starting with your name. From now on, you're Jamie, not James. You can't even think of your old name in relation to yourself. You are completely Jamie, and you are a woman, not a man."

Jamie paled. She just had her name stripped from her. She knew it was a new name, but she didn't know what her old one even was. Well, she remembered being called the name 'James', but that didn't really make sense. That wasn't her name, couldn't have been her name. Worse, she noticed that she was thinking of herself as she. She was supposed to be a guy, but she knew deep down she wasn't. She was a woman.

Steve continued, "From now on, you have just two priorities in life -- You are now my maid and my sex ****. You'll cook, clean, shop, and do anything else needed to maintain my household and lifestyle; you'll also be ready to service me sexually whenever I want, getting instantly horny at the snap of my fingers, always thinking, at least in the back of your mind, of new ways to make sure I'm satisfied. You don't really care about anything else in life, unless I tell you to, just being my maid and my sex ****."

Jamie felt her life disappear with each word Master said. All her hopes, all her dreams, were gone. Who she was before, where she thought her life was going, didn't matter. All that mattered was that she was standing in an absolutely filthy apartment. It was almost painful, just how dirty Master's living space was. She needed to clean it, and to clean her Master. He obviously didn't take care of his appearance. She guessed that was part of her job now, too. Frankly, he was disgusting, but with a bit of work, she could at least make him merely unattractive; she knew she was going to do whatever sexual acts he wanted, so making him at least marginally sexually attractive was one of her new top goals.