You, the maid

The entrance hall is a sight to behold. All the gold and shiny surfaces blind your eyes. In awe you gaze at all the excessive decadence. There’s no doubt that the rest of the castle is just as swanky and gilded.

Jane giggled like a little girl at the sight of her own creation. “Fuck, yeah, now that’s an improvement. The orgies will be majestic, haha.“ Her laugh echoed through multiple halls. The splendor of this place gives you rubber legs and suddenly you’re under the impression to be as small as an insect. Once more you realize that you’re nothing compared to Jane. The power within her is simply too infallible to struggle against. All your attempts to regain something of your life have failed horribly. Even though the thought turns your stomach, you can’t deny that you’ve become her unwilling toy. On the other hand, you imagine that living here shouldn’t be as mortifying as you first feared. At least you’re away from school or people. At least Jane won’t have as much opportunities to humiliate you in front of others here. Of course she can still summon you with a snap of her fingers, but she could also do that if you still lived at home. Maybe all the spaciousness of her castle will drive her attention away from you in the long run.

“It’s almost perfect,“ Jane says, turns around to face you and puts her finger at the corner of her mouth. Her hideous smirk heralds nothing good for you. You’ve seen it countless times before and you always had to pay a price. The inevitable snap makes you flinch. You feel your cloths tighten around your waist. When you gaze down at yourself, your attires have already transformed into a french maid’s classical black and white uniform. Instead of jeans you’re now wearing a miniskirt with nothing beneath. A white ruffled half-apron is bound around your waist. You blush when you notice that you’re standing in black shiny high heels. The collar around your neck also turns considerably tighter.

“This place won’t keep itself tidy,“ Jane mocks and adds a ruffled headpiece to your outfit. “Well, it would if I wanted it to, but then you wouldn’t have a job.“

“Jane, please don’t-“

“Yeah, like please ever helped you before. Now, you’re not just gonna be a simple maid around here. You’re this place’s only maid. Meaning you’ll be solely responsible for keeping my palace shiny, spick and span and free of dust. Among other tasks, you’ll polish the floors, clean the 12.833 windows, dust every inch, change the linens of each bed, scrub toilets, wash laundry and dishes on a weekly basis. That includes removing every drop of body fluids which are sure to smudge every room very soon.“

You find all of that hard to fathom. It must be just a joke, but your gut tells you differently. “Are you kidding? How the hell could I possibly manage to do everything around here? I’ll collapse from exhaustion.“

“Yes, I’ve considered that,“ Jane says and snaps her fingers. “There. I’ve removed your body’s necessities to sleep, eat, drink, shit, piss and rest. Now you can work 24/7. No breaks, no payment, no arguing. Should I find your work unsatisfactory you’ll instantly regret it.“

The cold starts to rush through your veins. There’s no way to win. No way to dispute your childhood friend. However, you still don’t hate her. You’re too afraid of Jane to hate her. If she wanted, she could do far worse to you. Things you couldn’t even imagine. “I still won’t be able to do this all by myself. You’re not going to be satisfied no matter what.“

“Probably not, no. But you still can keep the amount of your punishment to a minimum. Here, I’m feeling generous right now.“ A well equipped cleaning trolley appears next to you. Trash bag, mop, bucket of water, soaps, stain removers, rags, broom, feather duster, vacuum cleaner, everything is there. On closer look, you see that the trolley is hovering over the floor. “It’ll follow you wherever you go and keep its equipment clean. Now if you’re done whining…