the next morning

You wake up just shy of nine AM. You roll out of bed with a big smile on your face. You head to the bathroom, pee, wash your face, and then go to the kitchen to make coffee. You spill some fresh grounds on the floor, knowing Amanda will be there soon enough to tidy up. After you make your coffee and then some toast and jam for breakfast, you grab the newspaper from the hall and relax in front of the TV. You read the paper and watch some Saturday morning weather, lusting after the hot female meteorologist, then stretch and get dressed.

You spend some time fantasizing and scheming about what to do with Amanda. Promptly at 10:00, there's a knock on the door. You rush over and open it.

Amanda is standing there. Her cheeks are burning red with shame and excitement. Her hair is done up nicely and on top of it is a lacey maid's bonnet. She has a ball gag in her mouth parting her red lips. She's wearing a very tight French maid's outfit which shows ample cleavage and comes down short of mid thigh. She has on fishnet hose and garters and is wearing very high heels. You wave her in. As she walks past you, you admire the frilly panties on display as the back of the skirt is shorter and bunched up a bit.

You close the door and walk in front of her. She hands you a small remote. All it has is an on/off switch. You smile and look at her. "Was it a pleasant experience shoving that up your tight butt?"

She looked down and shook her head. She once told you she would NEVER have anal sex. You flip on the remote.

A shudder grips Amanda's entire body, and what could be a moan escapes around her gag.

"OK, I want this place SPOTLESS! Let's not forget that I agreed to take you back after you treated me like shit, and am helping YOU act out your humiliation and submission fantasies, so you OWE me, bitch!"

Amanda nods. You can tell having the anal plug vibrating up her rectum is causing her all sorts of conflicting feelings.

"You'll have to find the cleaning supplies. They're around. When I get back, I want the kitchen and bathroom floors clean enough to eat off of, and you just might! If there is so much as a speck of dust in the place, you're going to be punished, and when I get back, you better be in full uniform, understand?"

Amanda nods. You walk past her, smack her on the ruffled rump, and walk out.

You head outside and take a deep breath. You stroll down the sidewalk. As you approach a fitness center, you spy some attractive women in their 30s or 40s in yoga pants and tank tops heading towards it from the parking lot. You think with your new powers, you could have a LOT of fun leading an exercise class! Then again, there should be a lot of people at the beach including a LOT of hotties.