You listen to the voice in your head

Work to do? Yes, of course, cleaning the apartment. After all, that was the reason you turned yourself into a maid.

You look around the room you're currently in. Your bedroom. It's changed. It was the largest bedroom - after all, you owned the apartment - but now it looks even larger. It can't be just your reduced size. That's not all, though. You recognize a number of Steve'syour Master's things. This is his bedroom, now, you realize. That's only right, you tell yourself. After all, I'm just a maid. You wonder if he's the owner of the apartment, now. Yeah. He has to be.

The room is tidy, so you leave it. On your way, you have a look inside the other bedroom. It used to be fairly large, as well, but now your bedroom is tiny. That is how the Master bedroom could be so much larger. What little decor there is is very feminine, and the clothes in your dresser follow that trend.

Back out in the living room, you start your work. Your body feels so sensual as you walk around, cleaning up the mess Master has left. The work feels arousing. There's something about the slightly humiliating experience of prancing around in here, in this sexualized outfit, cleaning up after someone else, that gets your juices flowing. For a moment, you consider taking a break to satisfy your needs, but you feel like your Master would disapprove. You wish to be pleasing to your Master, so you resist.

Soon, the apartment is clean, and just in time. You hear a key in the apartment door, and in steps SteveMaster. Your heart skips a beat when you see him.