Demi

As I drove around, I saw Demi first.

"What do you want?" she asked when I got out of the car.

I simply held up my device and hypnotized her.

"Follow me," I said. She got into my car.

We drove to the fetish store and she bought her maid uniform. Then it was back to Olivia's mansion.

When Demi reemreged in her outfit, I got to work.

"Demi, when I snap my fingers, you will become Domoiselle. You have never been Demi Lovato. You have always been a horny French maid. You believe you work and live here under my employ, and get paid in sex. Understood?"

Demi nodded, and I woke her.

"Sleeping on the job again, Demoiselle?" I asked as she shook her head.

"Oh, non, non Mounsier," she said in a crappy French accent. "I vas just, ah, getting to vork."

She went over to the closet and grabbed the duster and got to work. I went to where her old clothes were in a pile on the floor and dug through her jeans for her phone. There was no password or even fingerprint or face ID needed to unlock it. I simply logged on to all her social media accounts and typed out that she was retiring to live off-grid, and that no one should contact her. I also left the phone on so it could die for good measure.

I went downstairs to see Dua on the couch playing tug of war with Shailene. Demoiselle was in the kitchen and Olivia was standing there silent.

"Are you horny?" I asked Olivia.

She nodded.

I turned to Dua. "I'm gonna show her who's in charge."

"Okay!" Dua said. "Fuck her good, Master!"

I took Olivia to the master bedroom, ready to defile her virgin body.