Maid For This: a HTPYCL Fanfiction.

Family Reunion

by bendy

Tags: #bondage #D/s #dom:female #f/f #humiliation #pov:bottom #author_self_insert #bdsm #bimbo #brainwash #casual_enslavement #consensual_non-consent #degradation #dom:nb #drones #f/nb #maid #nonbinary_character #petplay #sadomasochism #transgender_characters
See spoiler tags : #dollification

TRIGGER WARNING

This chapter contains a transphobic attack and language.   While there is a happy ending, that might be too much for some readers, so you might want to skip it.

Brandy  meets the head maid, and tries to help her Mistress at the office, only to encounter someone she never thought she'd meet again.

CW: Transphobia, violence.

Brandy had just finished her second month working in the mansion. A few paychecks had allowed her to replace her phone, her laptop, . Her schedule had said ‘evaluation’ and given her the number of a room on the other side of the mansion. Where the harem lived. She’d gotten used to meeting new authority figures in this mansion and finding out they really weren’t so bad, so while she was still a bit nervous, it Brandy thought that there was only so much that could happen to her. She went to the room, and knocked softly on the door.

“Who is it?” a voice inside called.

“Maid Brandy”.

“Enter!” the voice replied. Brandy opened the door, and saw the person who had called her in. She was in a laytex perversion of a French maid outfit, lounging in a chair, swirling a glass of wine, and watching with detachment as a chubby girl in a sweater and a headband with rabbit ears mindlessly humped against her leg. The sight was, to be fair, quite hot, but Brandy felt like she was intruding on something.

“Should… I come back later, or just wait outside?”

“Are you stupid?” The woman in the chair asked. Brandy recognized the tone. She called it ‘Dom-voice’. Cruel, but playfully so. The woman continued,“I invited you in, so I obviously want you to be here now. It’s not like I could have forgotten that I had a dumb breeding bunny humping her way to another orgasm on my leg”. Brandy stood there, watching and listening to the noises the bunny was making. The woman loudly cleared her throat.

“Sit down, Brandy” she said, firmly, and directed Brandy to a chair right across from her, setting the wine glass down on her sidetable. The fact that this woman already knew her name was only slightly unsettling.

“You can call me Miss Natalie. I am the head maid around here, You’ve been here just over two months now, right?”. Brandy said that was right, and tried her best to focus on Miss Natalie. It was difficult, given how lewdly the bunny girl was moaning.

“How are you finding it?” Brandy took a deep breath, to try to steady herself.

“I really like it here! My room is so much nicer than anything I’ve ever had before, I think I’m starting to get the hang of the work too. The other maids are so helpful, making sure I don’t make any mistakes”.

Miss Natalie seemed bored, and while readjusting her position in her chair, bumped the wine on the side table, Brandy stood up, before it had even finished falling, watching with minor horror as it’s red liquid splashed over the carpet.

“Oh no, I’ll get the cart!” she said, and sprinted out of the room. It was important to get the stain out as quickly as possible. Within under a minute she had gone down the hall, grabbed the cleaning cart and run back to Miss Natalie. She reached into the cart for the box of salt, and started pouring it over the stain generously, to soak it up. The cart had a small hand vacuum, which Brandy used to clean up the salt, and started using . To her relief, the stain hadn’t set in yet. The carpet wasn’t quite ‘good as new’, but it was at least clean. Brandy put the dirty clothes into the bin on the cleaning cart. She turned around when she heard clapping. Natalie was applauding her. The bunny was still humping away on Natalie’s leg.

Natalie finally looked interested in Brandy “Very, very good work, you didn’t even scrub, that’s a common mistake. Before you take the cart back, could you refill my glass? As you can see, I can’t exactly get up at the moment. The bottle is on the table over there”. She pointed behind her seat.

“Of course, Miss Natalie”. Brandy strolled over to the table. The bottle was sitting on top of the white napkin it was to be served with. Brandy didn’t really understand wine, so she had no way of telling if this was expensive or not, so she thought it was best to treat it as if it cost more than she was worth, just in case.  Holding the bottle in the white napkin, Brandy walked over to Natalie’s right side, and carefully poured into the glass Natalie was holding. She even managed to remember the proper way to finish pouring so it there were no more

Natalie looked right at Brandy, and, unblinking poured the wine onto the carpet beside her chair.

“Oops”, she said, with a wicked grin. Brandy got right back to it, she was annoyed, but didn’t want to upset Natalie. As head maid, maybe she could even have her fired. Besides, this was probably some kind of test, like what Her Highness had done on her first day. Brandy got right back to cleaning up the second spill, pouring the salt, cleaning it up. But when she got down on her knees again to press the cloths into the stain, Brandy felt something cool drip onto her head. For a moment she thought it was rain, and then realized that made no sense at all. She looked up, dumbfounded, and Natalie was pouring the entire bottle right onto her head. Brandy looked down at her uniform. The apron, bows, and ruffles were all stained red. Her hair felt matted, her vision was blurred from the drops of wine that were rolling down it. She gasped, completely stunned.

“Why…why did you do that, Miss Natalie?”

Natalie smirked down at Brandy. “Do you know what it means, being head maid?”

“It means that… you’re in charge of us all?” Brandy guessed, unable to imagine any more specifics. Maybe this was the woman who made their schedules?

“Oh, yes, but much more than that. It means I get to do whatever I want to you. My owners, your bosses, let me play with any of you maids or housekeepers however I want. If I think it’s funny to pour out a bottle of wine that costs more than a car payment on your head, I get to do that. If you are given an order by me, I expect you to follow it as if it came right from them, do you understand?”

“Yes, Miss Natalie”.

“Good. Strip”. She said. Brandy’s mind took a moment to process what was being ordered. She weighed in her mind… At any other job, this would have been grounds for sexual harassment. But… She wasn’t allowed to get outside help, and Miss Natalie said that she was allowed to do all this… If she disobeyed, and got fired, Brandy realized she would be stuck in that awful situation again…. She had started to undo her apron when Natalie added to her initial order.

“in the bathroom. Those clothes are filthy now, you’re going to have to completely replace that uniform. Take a shower. I’ll bring you something else you can wear after you wash up”.

Brandy carefully undressed in the bathroom and rolled up the unform into a ball. She hesitated, but eventually decided to throw it in the laundry bin. Hopefully, something could be done with it, if not, she had 6 more… But it was disappointing. This bathroom was a lot like hers, the same sort of layout, at least. Brandy saw the cabinet had the shampoo she liked and took it with her into the shower. She washed quickly, trying to be out as soon as possible, and not keep the head maid waiting. The door to the bathroom opened, and she heard Natalie call into the room

“I’m leaving a couple different sweaters here, wear the one that you feel is right.”.

The underwear, bra, pants and socks were all fine. Plain white, soft fabric, not as nice as most things around here, but still very cozy. It was the sweaters that caused Brandy some debate. One was a plain white pullover. The other was the same pullover with black text on the front that read ‘Obedient Slut’. Brandy rolled her eyes.

“’The one I feel is right’, of course”, she muttered to herself, pulling the ‘Obedient Slut’ sweater on over her head. Stepping back out into the room, Brandy noticed that the bunny girl wasn’t humping Natalie anymore. She was rolling around on the floor, tears streaming from her eyes, whimpering.

“Ah, Brandy, that sweater looks fantastic on you”. Brandy blushed a little bit, but Natalie ignored her “Could you help me with something?” Natalie’s voice was playful.

“Yes, Miss Natalie”, Brandy answered, wondering what the head maid could possibly have in mind next.

“You see, this poor bunny isn’t allowed to touch herself, but I’ve got her so worked up she just needs to cum. But my leg got sore. I was wondering if you could offer your own to her?” Brandy looked down at the whimpering bunnygirl, her eyes were silently begging, pleading with Brandy. Brandy felt sorry for the poor thing.

“Yes, Miss Natalie”. Brandy returned to the chair opposite Natalie and stuck a leg out… the bunny scurried up, and without any pretense started humping against Brandy’s leg, moaning again. It was more of a workout than she had expected, and after just a few minutes, she felt her thigh muscles burning, begging her to let them relax. Brandy squeezed the arms of her chair with both hands, trying to hold on a little longer to hopefully get the girl the release she was after.

“You know what? I forgot something!” Natalie said, with a clearly mocking tone. “I forgot that I told her she couldn’t cum at all! I’d better fix that! Angel, you can cum now’. The girl humping Brandy’s leg immediately started screaming in pleasure, her eyes rolled back, and she fell onto the ground, her limbs twitching with the intense pleasure she must have been feeling. Brandy felt an odd sense of relief, on the girl’s behalf.

Natalie was clapping again. “Congrats. You’re the first one in a while that’s made it through the entire list!” she sounded genuinely impressed. Brandy, for her part, was confused.

“List?”

Natalie nodded “Yeah, I make a little list of tests for the new maids. Just to see where their line is, you know? It’s not the same every time, but it’s usually something like this. Most of them get pretty annoyed when I pour something on their head! But not you!” She clapped again. “And even if they get past that, the number of them that choose to put on the normal sweater, you wouldn’t believe!” Natalie laughed, “You’re more obedient than this pathetic mess, and she’s been brainwashed!” Brandy felt… oddly proud of that. “Good news”, Natalie continued, “you get a reward. I’m allowed to give you the rest of the day off”.

“Still, I’m sorry I wasn’t able to completely clean the carpet, Miss Natalie”. She bowed her head.

Natalie smiled and rolled her eyes, “They’re redoing this entire room starting next week anyways, I wouldn’t ruin such nice carpet if it weren’t going to be removed anyway. Get going, enjoy your day”. And Natalie shooed Brandy away with both hands.


Brandy hurried back to her room… A few other maids and butlers saw her, and gave her a raised eyebrow, which made Brandy flush with embarrassment, but she was glad she got back to her room without running into a Guest, Mistress, or her Highness. ‘Although… that would be pretty hot’, she thought.


4 months into her contract, Brandy realized even in this mansion, a boring day-in-day-out monotony could take hold. Yes, there were the Saturday night play parties, and occasionally, she might come across the aftermath of some depravity that Jasmine and/or Diana were enacting upon their harem. While cleaning up, Brandy would try to play a game of detective with the discarded clothing, the stains she had to get out before they set, and try to guess what had happened… Imagining herself in the position of the lucky property that her Mistresses had used. But even that wasn’t a common occurrence, let along the sort of depravity that Miss Natalie had her take part in. Like Jenny had said, for the most part, it was just an absurdly well-paying job.

Still, Brandy strived to do her best. Even as the glitz and glamor wore off, there was something very fulfilling about being GOOD at your work. Even if the satisfaction of her service wasn’t enough, seeing her bank account fill up above what she used to make in an entire year, getting ever closer to being able to afford that surgery was enough motivation to put in her very best, even on the days when the job really felt like a grind…

Today, Brandy was up especially early, taking the time to pluck a few errant eyebrows, and try to practice her make-up a little bit more. She’d set up her new-to-her laptop up beside the bathroom mirror and was trying to follow along with a makeup tutorial.  She had managed to get an okay sense of ‘day-to-day’ makeup, but anything more complex still evaded her. It wasn’t as if her mom had taught her anything, and money had always been so tight after leaving home that getting make-up ‘just to play with’ seemed like an extravagance beyond what she could justify. But now, ‘why not?’, Brandy thought It’s not like she had to pay for food or rent here. After failing yet again to make a particular look work for her, Brandy was washing her face clean, and closed the video. She could try again another time.

She heard a knock at the door, something unusual, especially this early.

“Just a moment!” Brandy called to her guest, already moving to open the door.

It was Jenny. She wasn’t in uniform, instead she had on a green turtleneck, a leather jacket, and pants that jangled as she moved, because of all the chains hanging from them. She was…pulling a glossy red luggage bag behind her.

“Hey, I just… I wanted to say goodbye”. Jenny…leaving? Her first friend, the person who showed her the ropes… it seemed… wrong that she just wouldn’t be here anymore. Brandy felt tears welling up.

“Hey, don’t get all blubbery on me. I told you I was leaving the first day we met, remember?” Brandy nodded. She did remember that, but,

“I thought…maybe you w-were j-just in a bad mood, or maybe you’d change your mind…”.

“Brandy…”, Jenny’s hands were on her shoulders now. “You really came into your own here. When you got here, you looked… so sad, so lost. I figured you were just another broken kid with a shitty life that Jasmine and Diana”, Brandy stopped holding the tears back when Jenny used their names, instead of their titles. That was what made her realize it was real, Jenny was leaving. “were gonna hollow out and fill with…whatever bullshit they wanted instead”. Brandy decided, even now, at her last chance… she shouldn’t tell Jenny how much she wanted that. “But, you never used to smile so much. You look… at peace here. More you, instead of less”. Jenny leaned in and kissed the top of Brandy’s head. They enjoyed the moment… Until the chime for the main dining area came over the bedroom speaker. Jenny pulled Brandy into a hug.

“Your Mistress is calling you”. Jenny smiled. “Goodbye, Brandy”.

It was hard to look away, Brandy was trying to take every last second she could to look at Jenny, to burn her face, her smile, into Brandy’s mind forever… but Brandy knew that if it was a call to the main dining area, Mistress wasn’t going to be the only one expecting her service. Hurrying away to the dining area, she hoped that her tears and red cheeks wouldn’t be visible by the time she got there, if she kept her head bowed, it would likely be alright.

Silently, Brandy opened the door and assessed the situation. She was right, there was a guest in the dining room, Mistress was sitting at the head of the table. The table was empty. They required refreshments and light snacks. A guest in the main dining area meant they were high status enough that ‘the good wines’ were expected. Brandy went and fetched everything. In under 10 minutes, she had returned, set out an elegant display of options, and poured both Mistress and her guest their refreshments. Preparing to serve any additional needs, Brandy stood at Mistress’ right-hand side, head bowed, hands folded gently in front of her. The guest, Mr. Ricci, was a man with a thick moustache, and a suit that was as skillfully tailored as Mistress’ own. He spoke in, Brandy guessed, Italian, to his own servant, who translated. Brandy couldn’t really follow the conversation, it had a lot to do with investments and property disputes, or something like that. She just watched the glasses on the table and moved quickly and silently to keep the wine glasses of both parties filled, and then replaced with fresh water when they wordlessly indicated they had partaken in enough wine.

“I think we have finally made an agreement” Mistress said, after quite some back-and-forth. “Is there any other business? If not, you are far from my highest priority today”. The man looked at Brandy with a hungry gleam. He said something, and the aid began to translate,

“Mr. Ricci would like-“ Mistress cut him off.

“No”. Mistress said, firmly, and then spoke rapidly back at the man in Italian. Had the entire act of getting the aid to translate been some sort of power play? He seemed suddenly very apologetic. Whatever Mistress had said to him, he did not linger at all. Brandy began clearing the table. She hoped she had built up enough good will to ask a question without being scolded for speaking without being spoken to first.

“Mistress?” Brandy asked. It seemed that she had, because instead of scolding her, Mistress answered the question Brandy has been about to ask.

“He wanted to purchase you for the night. I made it clear you were not that type of servant”. Brandy realized something about herself in that moment. Something that she felt she had to say.

“If…you had ordered it, Mistress… I would have done so gladly.” Mistress stared at Brandy, a curious expression on her face. But she said nothing more, and left the room, and Brandy to her tasks.

It was another month before Brandy would see Jasmine again. She was humming along, enjoying the rhythm of dusting her way through one of Diana’s libraries, when a door was thrown open. The noise was jarring, given how quiet everything usually was around the mansion, especially the libraries. Jasmine didn’t have a spare arm, she was carrying 3 different personal bags alongside her purse, a suitcase and her cell phone.

“You!” Jasmine yelled at Brandy, who jumped in fright, uncertain what she could possibly have done to provoke such ire in her Mistress. Jasmine registered Brandy’s shock and took a deep breath to compose herself. Her tone afterwards was still terse, but there was an apologetic note to it as well.

“Come with me. My moronic assistant has apparently decided that he has more important things to do than his job. I require an extra set of hands. Consider this an additional job duty and follow me, now”. Brandy bowed her head

“It would be my pleasure, Mistress”, and she hurried after Jasmine, who had already turned to leave. They were headed towards the main entrance to the house. Brandy searched her memory, and it occurred to her that she hadn’t entered or exited this way since her interview. It seemed like the life of an entirely different person. Jasmine directed Brandy to join her in the back of the chauffeured car.

Jasmine was already on her cell phone, and the harsh tone that had been misdirected at Brandy had found its proper target. Brandy was too distracted by the thought of what use she could possibly be in an office building to really listen to what Mistress was saying. Sure, she had a handle on cleaning the mansion, but they must have had janitors at the office. Eventually, Jasmine stopped yelling at whoever had displeased her, and turned to one of the many personal bags she had been carrying. She reached in and threw a professional looking black skirt, blazer, and a white blouse at Brandy.

“Get changed” she ordered. Brandy hesitated for a moment, before realizing that Mistress meant ‘here, now’.

It wasn’t exactly graceful, getting out of her uniform in a moving vehicle, but she managed well enough to change into this far less distinctive outfit. As she changed, Mistress was explaining the situation to her.


“I have a meeting with the representative of a small company that wishes to become a client of my business. There is paperwork that needs to be prepared for this meeting. You will be collating it, sorting it appropriately. The task is well within your skillset. What is required is quick hands, and discretion. You will be working in my office, and I trust you know how not to disturb my own work”.

“Yes, Mistress”.

“Ah, yes, and do remember, I am Miss Jasmine while you are at the office”.

The job was much easier than anything Brandy was expected to handle at the mansion. A printer would spit out copies of some complicated agreement, and Brandy just had to set them around the conference table for each of the prospective clients to have their personal copy. The labor was much more about tedium than anything else. After the final round of documents had been printed and arranged around the table, Jasmine cleared her throat.

“The client’s primary representative is going to be here shortly. Go downstairs to the cafe and fetch me a coffee. Tell them it is for me, they will provide the proper order. Be quick about it”.

Brandy hurried down the stairs, to the ‘café’, which, fitting everything she had come to expect from her Mistress, was as if someone had simply put a Parisian storefront inside of an office building. She barely had time to take in the sight, as the baristas handed Brandy a covered cup faster than Brandy had ever remembered receiving anything she’d ordered from a café in the past. She set off, quickly back up to Jasmine’s office. She quietly opened the door. The client had arrived, and was standing in front of Jasmine’s desk, shaking her hand. They both turned to look at Brandy, and…

It took a moment for Brandy to process what she was seeing. It was impossible, and yet, it was true.  Shaved head, deep brown eyes… it was him. Her father was standing in Mistress’ office. He was in a suit that was just a bit too small for him. He wore glasses now. His face had a few more wrinkles, but it was him. He seemed to have the gears in his on head turning at the same stunned speed.

“Brayden?” he asked… and Brandy couldn’t help but nod her head.

Brandy realized she had dropped the coffee. It was spreading over the hardwood floors and had splashed onto her legs. The shock of seeing her father was overcome by the practiced service training she had been through over the past several months.

“I’m so sorry, Miss Jasmine, I’ll clean this up immediately, and replace your coffee out of my own pocket”. She walked over to one of the counters, and started grabbing napkins, anything she could see that would soak up at least some of the coffee. She bent down at the knees to start doing her very best to clean up the mess she had made. It wasn’t until her father spoke again that Brandy was reminded that everything she had escaped was somehow here, like a nightmare made real.

“What… Have you done… To my son?” His voice was a terrifying whisper. He glared at Jasmine for a moment, and then turned back to Brandy. His gaze made Brandy’s entire body feel like it had been dipped in ice. Memories of her father’s temper came back in a rush. As he marched directly towards her, he shoved the chairs and table out of his way, knocking them over, the legs of the table audibly scratching, the documents Brandy had carefully sorted were flying everywhere.

“Get that fucking skirt off!” Brandy was frozen, a deer in headlights. She remembered what was about to happen to her, and yet her body did nothing but watch as he came closer and started to swing his leg back… Brandy felt the blow to her stomach, and was pushed completely down onto her side, on the ground. She heard herself scream. Then she felt him kick into her, again, and again... for a moment, she thought he was done, but then, the world went black, and there was a ringing in her head… she felt something warm dripping down her face, her arms covered her head, and then… the pain didn’t stop, but there were no more blows…

The ringing kept coming, and Brandy realized it wasn’t just her head, it was an actual alarm. Four very large men … they were dragging her father away from her. He had punched one in the jaw before the others had forced his arms behind him. He was screaming something, but the words didn’t really make sense.

Brandy tried to stand, but before even getting onto her knees, fell over again onto the floor. She blinked and then Mistress was kneeling over her, Brandy thought she looked very scared… that… was almost more ‘wrong’ to her addled mind than anything it had just survived…Someone that Brandy didn’t recognize was flashing a light into her eyes. She tried to push the stranger away, but her arm wasn’t listening… and things…. Faded.

She jumped awake… Brandy looked around as much as her head would allow, to try to process where she was. She was laying in a bed, in the back of an ambulance, maybe… There were bags of some fluid hanging off the bed, and she realized there was a needle in her right arm. Jasmine was sitting beside her.

“You’re awake… Good. I’m “, Jasmine stumbled for a moment. Brandy wasn’t sure she’d ever heard her Mistress so hesitant. “I should have recognized your surname. I should have investigated it. This was my mistake. I am taking you home. I was assured you will make a full physical recovery with rest. Your responsibilities will be handled by other servants until that time”. Jasmine wasn’t looking at Brandy, instead, she was trying to stare daggers into a spot on the floor of the ambulance.

Dimly, Brandy became aware that her left eye was covered up, bandaged. Her right arm was taped up too, a few fingers did not seem able to move. It hurt If she breathed in too deeply.

The ambulance pulled up to the servant’s entrance, and two workers helped Brandy into a wheelchair. Jasmine brushed them away, and took over wheeling her into the mansion. Sitting in the sofa nearest to the door, was Her Highness.

Diana rushed forward, and wrapped her arms around Brandy. Brandy groaned in pain, and Diana quickly pulled back. Cupping Brandy’s face with her left hand, Diana met Brandy’s uncovered eye. Brandy noticed that her Highnesses’ eyes were red, her makeup was streaked, this was the first time Brandy could recall ever imagine seeing her so disheveled. She was still so beautiful.

 “My apologies, I didn’t…”. Diana, much more gently this time, pulled Brandy into a soft hug. She smelled like fresh air. Diana’s voice was whispering in her ears. “You’re safe now. You’re safe now, we won’t let anything happen to you, my precious, precious girl”. Jasmine put a hand on Diana’s shoulder.

“She’s had a hard day. She needs rest”.

Diana nodded, and together, they walked Brandy back to her room. As the trio passed through the servant wing, Brandy heard gasps of shock… I must look pretty bad, Brandy thought… Her employers wheeled her into her bedroom, and then worked together to lift Brandy into bed. It had never felt so soft.


Jasmine stood near the door, like a silent guardian… while Diana took a watchful position sitting in a massive chair beside her bed… that wasn’t usually here, Brandy thought. Time seemed…weird. Brandy wasn’t sure how long she had laid there, it could have been minutes or hours... She felt her Highness gently stroking her arm with the back of her hand… it made Brandy smile softly… her eyes started to close, until she heard her Mistress speak.

“I have to go take care of some… work, dearest” Diana tuned away from Brandy for the first time since seeing her brought into the mansion… Her employers locked eyes for a moment, and nodded at each other, before Jasmine left.


“Are you alright?” Diana asked.

“Of course, Your Highness” Brandy replied, automatically.

“No, I don’t want… the placation. How are you really feeling? Not just your body, but…your heart?”

Brandy kept looked down into her bed. She hadn’t really thought about it much… She’d never expected to see any of her family after she fled. Suddenly, as if a dam had burst she was sobbing into her sheets.

“I-i-I’m sorry, Your H-h-h-highness”


“No, no”. her voice was so soft, so gentle. “This is an order. Tell me how you really feel about all of this”.

Brandy nodded and took a deep breath to gather her thoughts.

“I guess… I always just wanted things to be different. I wanted him to love me. I thought if I was good enough, then…maybe he’d come around… and I know that’s… never gonna happen, but… it hurts that… the person who was supposed to love me the most… did this… and it’s like… whenever I feel bad about myself, whenever I think I’m not good enough, or that I am stupid, or lazy or…anything like that… it’s his voice that I hear”.

“I could… help with that, if you consent”.

Brandy looked at Diana, her brow furrowed.

“I can hypnotize you. Get down into your subconscious and help ease that hurt, at least just a little bit”.

Brandy heard Jenny’s voice from months ago, about what Mistress and her Highness did to Lisa, apparently did to everyone in their harem… It was an emotional whirlwind. The grief, her own physical pain, the promise of relief, and… excitement at the thought of the beautiful royalty she worked for wanting to change her into something else. But that was fantasy. That wasn’t what Diana was offering now.

“What…what would you do?”

“Well, I would start by helping you calm down and relax. I would have you focus on my voice, and slowly, carefully, I would bring you into a state of trance. Then, I would give a suggestion to your subconscious, that whenever you start thinking about him, the lies he taught you about yourself, you would hear…my voice, instead. I would tell you all the wonderful true things about you, Brandy. And I would tell your subconscious mind to ignore all the things he would say and do to you, because they were lies, and you are such a brilliant, hardworking maid for my wife and I. We’re so proud of what you became working here”. Diana chuckled a little. “I knew you had it in you. Jasmine needed a bit more convincing, but even she admits it now. But don’t tell her I told you that”. Diana turned back to the topic at hand.

“Then, I would tell your subconscious to only hold onto this until you no longer feel that it is helpful to you. After that suggestion had some time to set in, I would slowly wake you back up, and we will check how that feels. Does that sound alright to you”?

“I…I would like that… a lot, your Highness”.

“Excellent,” Diana’s voice changed, it was like she was singing and whispering at the same time. “Then I want you to just lay back and close your eyes… and take a soft breath in for me, as much as you can without hurting yourself”

Trance was such an interesting sensation. Like being weighted down and floating all at the same time.  It was sort of like a runner’s high, or the subspace after a really intense scene…She heard the words that Her Highness said, and they sounded like pure truth. It was like she was in this space for hours and for just a minute, all at once. She was a good girl. She was smart. She worked hard. She was appreciated by Mistress and Her Highness… and as Her Highness counted Brandy back up, hitting 10 and snapping her fingers, Brandy found herself as a peace she usually only associated with the flow state of her work. Brandy carefully stretched herself out and became more aware of the room around her. Looking to her right, she saw Her Highness.

“How was that for you?”, Diana was smiling.

“It was amazing…”

“You are quite a good subject, actually. You must have wanted this very badly”. Brandy blushed, and thought ‘you have no idea’.

“Thank you, your Highness”.

“You had best get some sleep. I will let you be”. Diana got up, and stopped at the door, it looked like she wanted to say something, but she gave her head a little shake, and left.

Left in the quiet stillness of her bedroom, Brandy dropped down into a proper sleep almost immediately. She had expected nightmares but instead, all she felt was safety.


She woke up to a gentle knock. Brandy mumbled something close enough to ‘come in’. The door opened, and Liz walked in. They gasped in shock, seeing Brandy’s bruised and bandaged face.

“Hey, um…Mistress and her Highness say I’m supposed to help you with… everything until you’re all better… Everyone’s been talking about you coming in all beat up…what… what happened?”

“My dad happened”. Brandy attempted to shrug. It sucked what had happened, but, Brandy realized, maybe that trance had been more powerful than she’d suspected. Because she really didn’t… care about what that man was to her anymore.

Liz looked like she didn’t know what to say. She settled on just trying to be helpful.

“Would you like to get dressed?” Brandy nodded, and Liz. strolled over to brandy’s dresser, pulling out a few options, holding them up for Brandy to approve or reject, and with only a little bit of pain, Brandy was finally in proper clothes again. It felt a little bit wrong not to be in uniform, so she had gone for something in the same black and white.

Liz would wheel Brandy around the grounds. To breakfast, lunch, and dinner, or to just enjoy the beauty of the mansion and the surrounding property. Brandy worried that seeing her getting to just ‘laze about all day’ would make the other servants upset, but instead, the maids, butlers, cooks and yardworkers would steal a moment away from their tasks to come tell Brandy how glad they were that she was okay… it was nice, in a little bit of an embarrassing way, after a while.

“I mean, I appreciate it, but like… I’m really not that special, Liz. They could just like, sign a card or something”. Liz stopped wheeling Brandy around and came to the front of the wheelchair. She knelt down to Brandy’s eye level.

“Brandy, you’re… very special. To a lot of us. The little songs you hum… they make me smile, I know I’m not the only one… You work so very hard, It’s inspiring. You don’t even seem to realize how you go out of your way to help each of us”. In the past, Brandy felt like she would question what Liz had said a little more, but then, she would hear Her Highness reminding her how true it all was… and that was so thrilling, to have someone else’s thoughts in her head, that Brandy would have to just accept it. She worked hard, and people noticed.

Every two days, Doctor Owens would stop in to check on Brandy’s healing. Listening to her breathing to make sure that it was returning to normal… Brandy was told to expect nearly a month before she would be fully healed.

“You could probably return to regular tasks after just a couple of weeks, but I’ve been told that until you are back to 100%, you are to consider recovery your primary job duty. So, consider this a vacation, really”.

Not having any work to do was honestly pretty boring. Brandy realized how much she enjoy the purpose and rhythm of her work, the pride of seeing a job well done. As soon as she was able to walk again, she would try to be helpful where she could. Taking care of her own dishes, tying up in the servant’s kitchen… Liz would just roll her eyes at Brandy’s insistence on ‘being useful’ after a while.

Liz must have mentioned something, because after 3 weeks, Brandy found that she was allowed to work half-days. Her right hand wasn’t quite as dexterous as it had been before the fingers were broken, and Brandy found her cleaning frustratingly slower than it had been before the attack, especially when it came to the delicate cleaning of art that required a graceful hand. But in the afternoons and evenings, Brandy was still expected to focus on resting and recovering.

When Dr.Owens finally cleared her to return to regular duties, it was a relief… Brandy had been a little bit worried that the time off would upset her scheduled surgery plans, but… Apparently they did get paid time off for illness or injury. She was still right on track for being able to pay for everything, and she would be completely healed before the pre-scheduled date.

But after just a week back on regular job duties, her schedule was back to something unusual. “Assessment”, in her own room. Brandy went back to her room, and, uncertain of what else to do, got back into her bed.

Jasmine and Diana entered her room together and sat in the chairs still set up beside her bed. They were holding a small stack of papers.

“It is time for us to discuss renewing your contract. Normally, we would leave this matter to the head maid, but…given recent events, we felt that you deserved both a direct appointment with us… and an update.”

Jasmine offered a few sheets of paper from the stack to Brandy. It was a police report, and her father’s mugshot featured prominently at the top of the front page.

“I took it upon myself to ensure that proper justice was done. That man, he will not be able to afford bail. He will be looking at a maximum sentence. In the exceedingly unlikely even that whatever lawyer he can afford to hire is capable of arguing better than my own… His employer let him go immediately after I had them informed about what happened. A freeze on his accounts to investigate ‘probable fraud’ will ensure he misses the next few payments on his mortgage, and I have encouraged that bank not to allow any leeway, whatever payment history he might have made to date. Being penniless on the street is the most fortunate position that he is likely to find himself in for the next few decades”.  Jasmine seemed to wait for a response from Brandy, but when one didn’t come, she continued.

“This…does not correct my error. I failed in my responsibility to you, as your Mistress. While we would, without question, renew your contract, we…understand if you wish to leave our service”. Diana swallowed hard. Her eyes looked into Brandy, they were watering.

“Mistress…your Highness. I want to keep serving. This is…the happiest I have ever been. I’m good at things here. I have…friends among the rest of the servants. But,” She thought she heard Diana stifle a sob, and spoke more quickly, not wanting to leave her Highness upset. “I would like a medical leave… Doctor Owens probably told you, but… I’ve saved up enough… for, um” she looked down, “lower surgery. If I can return to service after that, then… yes. Please. I want to”.

Diana clapped her hands together, delighted. “I cannot tell you how happy I am to hear that”.

Jasmine was actually smiling. “We can accommodate that”.

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