New orders

Vanessa stood there very awkwardly, a trail of urine dribbled down her jeans as she picked her nose. Each nose pick was just as degrading as the childish bladder she now possessed. She desperately wanted to just run as far away from everyone and everything, yet here she stood like a good little girl waiting for her next orders.

Prissy looked at Vanessa's crotch with a smile, she seemed satisfied. "Good, I have a list of chores on the kitchen side, complete all of them and you will be rewarded." She demanded with a swish of her hand as if to discard Vanessa from her sight. Vanessa was outraged, there was absolutely no way she was going to be this horrid woman's ****, or worse... maid.

Vanessa shuddered at the thought, she would never sink to that level. Regardless of her feelings, she helplessly walked over to the kitchen and picked up the note on the side. The small paper was filled with tasks, almost all of them involved some form of cleaning. With a roll of her eyes and an angry glare at Prissy, Vanessa got to work...