I blinked and shook my head slightly as I came to my senses, finding myself standing in a spotless kitchen. Richard stood before me with a broad smile on his face. He held my collar in his hands, having clearly just removed it from my neck.

I grinned warily at him. “So - am I done?” The last thing I remembered was asking him to turn me into Danielle so I wouldn’t have to clean the apartment myself. My parents were coming to stay with us at the weekend, so I had three days to get the place ready. Though Richard had agreed to do his fair share tomorrow and on Friday, today he had to go to work for a couple of hours, and I wanted to get a headstart. So I put on my collar, and Richard bound my mind, brought out Danielle, and set her to work, leaving her alone in the apartment.

“Yeah, for today,” he replied. “You’ve done more than enough - in fact, I’m more than happy to do all the rest myself!”

“That seems fair,” I remarked. I stretched and groaned, noting how much my arms ached from what must have been at least two hours of vigorous dusting, wiping and scrubbing. That was when I noticed what I was wearing. “Oh, for fuck’s sake!”

That morning I’d worn a light orange shirt and blue jeans, my hair hanging loosely around my shoulders as usual. But Danielle, clearly acting on Richard’s instructions, had changed into a French maid’s costume! A black dress with white frills around the edges (from a layer of material sewn into the lining, like a crinoline), a little silver apron hanging over the skirt, and a hairband with a white doily attached, which gently waved in the air as I moved my head. The most incongruous parts of my outfit were the shiny black heels - I never wear heels! No wonder my feet were so sore.

I blushed furiously at the degrading costume, unable to meet Richard’s eyes. “Why am I wearing this?!” I exclaimed.

“Well, I thought it’d be more appropriate,” he smirked. “I know you like that orange shirt, and you wear those jeans all the time - you wouldn’t want to get them dirty while you’re cleaning! This seemed more suitable for Danielle’s housekeeping duties...”

I stared down at the white frills around the hem of my skirt. “When did you even buy this?”

“Technically I didn’t - you did! From the sex shop at the mall. They had sluttier versions, but we liked this one because it’s closer to what a real maid would wear, while still giving off subtle erotic vibes...”

I made eye contact at last, staring at him in bewilderment. “When did we go to the mall?” Then I sighed. “You know what, don’t answer that...”

“Don’t want to give me the satisfaction?” he teased. “It was only last weekend...”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, whatever!”

I fumbled with my outfit, looking for some way of taking it off - a bow or zip or something. But try as I might, I couldn’t figure it out. Much like when I try to remove my collar, my fingers simply couldn’t find the correct way of taking off the dress. Abandoning my efforts for the time being, I reached up to my hairband and tried to remove it - but it wouldn’t budge. No matter how much effort I exerted, I simply couldn’t lift it from my head. I stared at Richard balefully. “Well, this is some bullshit!”

As I failed to slide my feet free of my heels and stomped my feet grumpily, Richard chortled merrily. “Why would you want to take your uniform off?” he asked mockingly. “You look like such a good, humble maidservant...”

My eyes snapped back onto him as I heard his words. They seemed to stick in my brain... A good, humble maidservant. Why did I like the sound of that so much? Why did that turn me on? I let out a little gasp, my fingers flexing, wanting to reach for my pussy - which, I suddenly realised, was bare beneath my dress. I felt a strong urge to speak - to say ‘I’m a good, humble maidservant’...

But this was not my first rodeo. I grinned stubbornly, keeping my mouth firmly closed.

“Something you wanna say, love?” Richard goaded.

“Mm-mm,” I replied defiantly, shaking my head. “Nope. Not gonna say it. No chance...” As I said this - as I resisted - the urge to say the submissive mantra grew stronger and stronger. I found my mouth opening to speak, and quickly closed it, only to find it opening again a moment later. “I - no... I’ma - nuh-uh!” Scrunching up my face, I shook my head again vigorously, my hair flying around me, the doily on my hairband flapping wildly.

Richard laughed, and I gazed back at him, trying to glare but unable to hide my smile at how toyed with I felt. “Nuh - not saying it,” I managed to get out.

Then he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts and quickly tugged them down, taking his underpants with it, allowing his cock to jump out.

As soon as my eyes fell on it, I became transfixed, gasping loudly. “I’m your good, humble maidservant!” I blurted, dropping to my knees, bringing me eye-level with his dick, all my resistance vanishing in an instant. Saying the words as I stared at his hard wood felt so good, so right - but it only made the urge to say them again stronger. “I’m your good, humble maidservant,” I babbled. “I’m your good humble maidservant, I’m your good hu-humble maidservant... I’myourgoooodhumblemaidservant!”

Over and over again I uttered the demeaning words, faster and faster, unable to avert my wide eyes from his tip, feeling like a rabbit caught in headlights. “I’myourgoodhumblemaidservant, I’myourgoodhumblemaidservant, I’myourgoodmumble - humblemai-maidservant...” The faster I spoke, the more I started to trip over my words.

At last, he pulled his shorts back up, hiding his cock from view once more. I felt instant relief, the urge to recite the mantra disappearing, but leaving my mind feeling so frazzled from its effects, and from my futile resistance. “Gaah!” I groaned, clutching my head.

He grinned down at me, endlessly amused by my responses to the hypnotic triggers he’d given me. “Oh, by the way, I took a little video of Danielle looking all cute and submissive in her uniform...” He took out his phone, holding it out for me to see.

On the screen, Danielle was standing at attention in the middle of the kitchen - just as I had been when I’d first woken up a few minutes ago - and staring directly into the camera. She wore exactly the same uniform as me, with the addition of the collar around her neck. She was pouting slightly, her eyes wide and attentive, her arms and legs straight. Her feet were together, while her palms were flat in mid-air and pointing out from her hips.

I whimpered at the sight of her - at the sight of me. I - she - we - looked so cute and submissive. So compliant and subservient. So hot and obedient... I wanted to rub my pussy, but my hands wouldn’t go there, instead grasping at the hem of my skirt, squeezing and scrunching it. Clearly, Richard had restricted my ability to touch myself, just to frustrate me even more...

After standing and staring blankly for a good twenty seconds, Danielle spoke, cued by an offscreen nod from Richard. “I’m your good, humble maidservant,” she said dreamily.

The words hit me like a hammer blow. “I- I- I...” I stuttered frantically, trying to resist the urge to speak and endure the waves of arousal. I whined loudly, clutching my hem desperately. “Meeeean!”

He chuckled, putting his phone away. “I am impressed by your resistance, sweetie! Although you must know it’s useless - as soon as I take my cock back out, your willpower will just crumble away again...”

“Nngh,” I replied eloquently, squirming on my knees.

“In fact, the memory of the last time you saw it is so vivid, it’s like you’re seeing it now... It’s sliding into your brain, deep into your thoughts, like it’s literally mindfucking you...”

He was right - as he spoke, the image of his dick formed in my mind as clearly as if it was right before my eyes. “I... nnguh, I’m... your good, hum-umble maidservant... ’m your good, humble maidservant...” I sighed and moaned as I continued to chant, bowing my head and accepting defeat.

That acceptance was only reinforced when he brought his cock back out - prompting me to babble my mantra with increasing zeal - and slid it into my mouth, my repeated words muffled but never stopping as he fucked my face.

Eventually he pulled out and put his cock away again. “Thought I’d better stop before I came,” he chuckled. “You only just cleaned that floor!”

With my brain so fried, I couldn’t formulate an answer. I could only obey his beckoning hand and crawl after him towards the bedroom, so he could lift my skirt and finish in my pussy what he just started in my mouth...

***

For the record, the suggestion to chant those words whenever I see his cock only works when I’m wearing the maid outfit. Which - you may be interested to know - I am right now, as I write this. And typing the words seems to have a similar effect to hearing them spoken out loud, because I’m quite keen to tell you that I’m a good, humble maidservant. I’m a good, humble maidservant. I’m a good, humble maidservant.

Mmmm, that feels so good! Honestly, I already accidentally typed that a bunch of times earlier and had to go back and delete it! I won’t admit it to dork-face, but I love this outfit, and how it makes me feel, and that irresistible urge to say I’m a good humble maidservant, I’m a good humble maidservant... If it weren’t for the other conditioning imposed by the uniform, I’d be touching myself right now...