It was the end of Freya’s first week at Lightward, and she was content.

Both of her new servants were settling nicely into their new roles. Maria’s mind had recovered fully yesterday, and she had reluctantly accepted her role as an inferior to Freya. So far, Freya had only made one real tweak to her personality, which was preventing her from bullying anyone at the school, or even thinking about doing so. This order had been met with more vigorous protests than their dynamic had been, but Freya’s word was law, and she had sealed it into the blonde’s mind. Ideally, this change in behaviour would prompt her to spend more time on her studies, which Freya had discovered were lacking. Maria would come around after she realised how much better Freya could make her.

Haley, on the other hand, had been immediately on-board with any and all orders. Knowing that she was no longer under Maria’s thumb meant that she had, on her own initiative, begun genuinely apologising to her previous victims - many of whom had refused to believe that this sudden change of behaviour was real, but Freya had reassured her that they would accept it eventually. In the course of these apologies, she had name-dropped Freya into some of the conversations, telling those that the two of them thought would be more tractable that it was Freya who was responsible for this change of heart, and hinting that there were further benefits to be gained from getting to know her. Freya had not directly approached any of them yet, not wishing to have too many projects on her hands at once, but this was all good behaviour, which she was only too happy to reward. Haley had visited her room several times over the week to get her mind wiped away and body used for a few hours.

Unfortunately, while rewarding her servants was always an enjoyable pursuit, it had left some unmistakable signs. Freya had never been particularly interested in cleaning magic - that was a job for inferiors - and so while she had enough competence to make the bed pleasant to actually sleep in, she was not able to remove the stains or smell. While her linens being in this state once or twice might merely raise some eyebrows among the cleaning staff, the same thing happening week after week - which Freya intended for - would get them asking questions. Therefore, the path forward was obvious. She would have to enchant whoever was assigned to her room.

And so it was that, on cleaning day, Freya was waiting around in her room. Soon enough, there was a timid knock on the door, and a call of “Cleaning staff!”

“You may enter,” Freya replied, standing up and looking towards the person who entered. She smiled at her - outwardly projecting warmth and non-hostility, but inwardly, feeling delighted. Naturally for someone of her stature, the universe had sent her someone perfect for her maid.

She was a short young woman - barely older than Freya, it seemed, with curly brown hair tied back in a ponytail. She had big, round glasses, and was dressed in a traditional maid’s uniform. Nothing sexual, of course - Freya would have to amend that - but it showed off her form well enough. She blushed, and began speaking in a polished accent.

“My apologies for the disturbance, ma’am. I can return later so I won’t get in your way, if you’d prefer?”

“Oh, there is no need for that. Unless I would be getting in your way by remaining?”

“No, that’s fine. I- I’ll get started, then.” The young woman ducked back into the hallway, returning with her supply trolley, and moved over to the fireplace, starting to sweep it out. Freya returned to her seat, and started talking.

“May I ask your name, my dear?”

“Sorry? Oh- yes, my name is Grace, ma’am.”

“A lovely name. You seem to be not much older than me; is that correct?”

“Yes, I’m 19, ma’am.”
“I see. I do not mean to pry, but would you mind telling me why you are in this job, Grace?”

“Genuinely, ma’am, I enjoy it. I don’t have much magical proficiency, and I always found simple, repetitive tasks like this calming.” She paused to gather her thoughts.

“I must say, it’s rare for any of the students to show such interest in me. Most just ignore me.”

“People can be so nasty, can they not? I always find it never hurts to treat the cleaning staff with respect. Oh, but I must not distract you. I can stop talking with you, if you wish.” In reality, Freya had every desire to continue the conversation so that she could wrap her mind around the other girl’s, but there was no need to reveal that. Fortunately, she had judged what Grace’s response would be.

“No need to worry about that, ma’am. I’m enjoying having someone to talk to.”

Freya continued to make conversation with Grace for a while as the maid turned to dusting, asking the usual array of polite questions, but also gathering information. It was very good news. Grace informed her that, barring sickness, injury, or leave, she would be the only one tending to Freya’s rooms. Freya was also the last one on her schedule, meaning they would have all the time in the world to spend together. She also ascertained that Grace was rather lonely - she was the youngest member of the domestic staff by far, leaving students as the only people her age around, but they tended to shun her. As such, she seemed quick to attach to her purple-haired superior, a role Freya was only too willing to both fill and exploit.

As the maid began to finish with her cobweb brush, Freya decided to make her move. She covertly created an illusory spiral up in a dark corner while Grace was distracted. She added some supplementary illusions, which hopefully would make it look like…

“Oh, my! However did I miss that spiderweb? My apologies, ma’am, I’ll get to that right away.” Grace had taken the bait perfectly. As she approached, she noticed an extra detail.

“It’s… spinning? Oh- I’m not sure I can deal with this, ma’am; I may have to send for someone more experienced with magical animals…”

“Not to worry, my dear - I know what this is, and it is very simple to deal with. If you will permit me to instruct my own maid on how to do the cleaning, that is?”

“No, go ahead, ma’am.”

“Thank you. I believe that this is the creation of a spiral-web spider. They are quite a rare beast, and very shy. So shy, in fact, that all you need to deal with them is just stare at their web for a while, and it will just fade away.”

Grace had already been doing just that, and so the spell was already doing its work, allowing her to accept this calculated nonsense without any resistance.

“Oh, really? That’s fascinating, ma’am. I guess I’ll just do that, then.”

“Yes, there you go. Allow yourself to relax for a while - all that cleaning must tire you somewhat.”

“I… yeah. It’s not a problem, normally… but now that you mention it, I am feeling it get to me a bit…”

“Well, that is not a problem right now, is it? You can just watch the spiral, allow your mind and body to get some rest, and then when the spider is dealt with, you can carry on.”

“Yes… just look at the spiral… let myself relax…” Grace yawned, feeling drowsiness wash over her.

“You must be more tired than you realised, darling! Perhaps you should take a quick nap - I will not mind.”

“I… uh… that sounds goooood.” Grace’s eyes were now flickering as the spell continued to draw her in.

“You can just sleep standing up. I will support you.” Freya moved behind her.

“Yeaaaah… maybe jus’... jus’ a quick resht.” The maid’s head drooped and her eyes fell closed. Her body slumped against Freya’s, almost falling before she was stabilised, Freya wrapping one arm around her body - deliberately, just below her breasts. She allowed the spiral to fade away, the actual enchantment continuing to weave its way into the brunette’s mind.

Freya made sure her maid’s legs were stable beneath her, supporting her otherwise-limp body, then began to speak.

“Now, darling, as you are to be tending to my rooms for the rest of the year, that makes me your boss, does it not?”

“Uhhhh… maybe?” Another wave of power. “I mean… yeah, ‘fcourse. Y’re my boss, ma’am.”

“That is correct. But I need to make sure that my employees are fit for the job. Now, so far, you have been doing wonderfully, but there are a few more things I need to assess. You do not need to worry; it is mostly a formality… but I do need to be sure.

“Stand up straight for me, darling. Yes, like that. Your mind can still sleep even when your body is acting. Now, I need to ensure that you are in good physical condition; otherwise, you shall be unable to serve as an effective maid for me. And the first step in this assessment is to see your breasts. Present them to me.”

As she had expected, Grace’s mind was caught up enough in the enchantment that she did not question this false logic. Instead, she undid her buttons, and removed her breasts from her bra, cupping them and holding them towards Freya for inspection. She took her time to admire them, caressing and squeezing.

“They are excellent, dear. You can let go of them, but leave them on show. Now, I need to test how good you are at kissing.”

She leaned in, and Grace met her midway. The maid was inexperienced, but enthusiastic, some deep part of her mind clearly enjoying the act. Freya broke away.

“That was lovely. Finally, I need to see your panties, to see how good your sense of taste is. So if you would just expose them for me…”

Grace was getting more into it, whether because of Freya’s strengthening hold on her mind, or genuine attraction to her new Mistress. She was lifting her skirt before Freya had even finished speaking, revealing a set of white cotton panties with a cute little bow on the front. Freya reached out a hand to stroke her through her clothing, feeling her reaction to this contact even through the fabric. She kept Grace in that position, breasts still exposed, skirt still lifted, as she began to address her once more.

“Well, I am very satisfied with the results. You shall remain as my maid.”

Grace beamed up at her, her mind cleared slightly, but still under Freya’s thumb. “Thank you, ma’am. I promise I won’t disappoint.”

“Oh, I am sure you will not. Now, I wish to discuss your reactions during the physical examination. Be honest - how do you feel about me?”

Grace blushed. “I… may have a crush on you, ma’am. You’re very beautiful, and you’ve treated me nicely so far… and the physical exam was somewhat stimulating. I- I know this shouldn’t be happening; my other bosses will be mad if we start-”

“There is no need to worry about that. It is not widely known, but I am a natural superior, and as such, I am above all your bosses. They do not know it yet, but I rightly have ultimate authority in this school, and so I get to say what does and does not go. I say that it is appropriate for us to pursue a relationship, and to that end, I will help you conceal it from your lesser bosses, for as long as is necessary. Do you like the sound of that?”

Grace’s befuddled mind lapped up the rhetoric, tuning in on the parts she most liked and glossing over the more objectionable ones. She was finally dating someone! She nodded immediately. “Yes, ma’am. I would love that.”

“Perfect. Now, I must add that I am not monogamous. I will have many other partners. However, this should also be beneficial to you - I am sure you will get to know some of them just as well as you will know me. Is that acceptable?”

“Yes. Of course. Anything you say, ma’am.”

“Excellent. In that case, we should inaugurate this relationship, should we not?” And Freya took her maid by the hand, leading her to the bedroom.

She knelt Grace down on the bed, pulling off her shoes, dress, and underclothes, leaving the maid in just her stockings and now dislodged glasses. She had increased the pressure of her mind on Grace’s once more, leaving the brunette to just sit there with a dazed expression as she started to finger her. Freya had been having plenty enough sex herself that she did not feel the need for any more right now, preferring to dedicate her energy to her maid, who was now humping her Mistress’ fingers. Freya showered her with kisses, murmuring encouragement into her ear, pulling Grace closer and allowing her to start rubbing against her clothes, starting to toy with her breasts. The maid’s tongue was starting to hang out as she bounced, letting out cute little moans, eyes rolling further and further back.

Eventually, Grace climaxed, squirting across the linens. Freya let her go, allowing her to flop onto the sheets with a contented sigh.

“You have been such a good girlfriend for me, darling. But- oh my, what is this? You can smell the sheets, can you not? I assume that, if you were to find them in this condition weekly, you would ordinarily report that, no?”

“Mmyeaaah.”

“Well, you shall not be doing that. Not for me. After all, I can override your lesser bosses’ orders. And besides, doing so would now implicate you, would it not? So you shall just stay quiet about this for me. Just put the sheets out to be washed with the rest, and no-one will be any the wiser. Does that sound good?”
“Uh-huh.”

“Yes, correct. You are such a good maid for me, darling. Now, I am certain a bright girl like yourself would have figured out what has happened to you by now, no?”
“Y’ve enchan’ned me, ma’am.”

“Correct. And I shall be doing that with many other people in this school as well. I have that power, and so I have that right. And so, if you come across me with someone I have enchanted, or am in the process of enchanting… you will not say anything about that, either. People will not understand.

“Now, I am going to wake you from this trance. You will still be in my power, still recognise me as your Mistress, your boss, but you will be able to act on your own. Just coming up now; there’s a good girl.”

Grace stretched as consciousness returned. She looked almost crestfallen.

“So… is that it, ma’am? You’re just using me as a mole?”

“That depends, darling. Is that all that you want? Because if not, I spoke truly. I will give you companionship and community. Having this power comes with responsibilities, and I intend to fulfil them.”

“You… you promise?”
“Absolutely. I give you my word. As a token of this, are there any other problems you are having beyond the loneliness?”

“Well… I’ve been having problems with bullying, ma’am. Several of the students in your year do not look fondly on the staff.”

“Allow me to guess - Maria and Haley?”

“Yeah. They’re awful.”

“Well, you will be pleased to hear that I have already started work on them. I am surprised that Haley has not already apologised to you - I shall get her to do that as soon as possible. Maria will need more work, but she should not bother you any more.”

“Oh- I… wow. You seem genuine, ma’am.” She was, but a little magical prodding certainly did not hurt here. This also served to relax some of Grace’s inhibitions, as she timidly cleared her throat. “Um… may I kiss you?”
“Go ahead, my dear.”

After they released their embrace, Grace checked the clock. “Oh! I really need to continue with my work, ma’am. I’ll be expected back with the washing quite soon; I may not get it all done.”

“Not to worry; it is my own fault for delaying you. If you do have some time left for cleaning, however, I will require you to do it in your current state of undress. Oh, and I have a design for a new uniform I wish for you to wear from now on - it should show off that figure of yours much better. I can conceal it with an illusion so nobody asks questions.”

Grace nodded in agreement, and bustled off to speed through the rest of the cleaning. Freya suspected that, without prompting, she was deliberately swinging her hips and bending over more than necessary. She would make a good companion - and, more importantly, the biggest hurdle to her secrecy was now conquered.