General disclaimer: My stories revolve around both consensual and non-consensual domination. They are intended for erotic stimulation. Therefore, I take some liberties with realism. The actions, motivations and reasoning of my characters may therefore seem strange and irrational at times. The environments and settings in which my stories take place may be more or less realistic, but none of them take place in a world equal to our own. In non-consent stories, all involved characters (eventually) enjoy their outcome. English is not my first language and I apologize for my errors.
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Sipping coffee while staring down at the street from her spacious townhouse, Sabitha thought again of her many problems. Divorced since many years and retired since a few years, the days felt increasingly lonely. She didn't have many friends and made little effort to find new ones. Every day she would take walks around the neighborhood, finding that people avoided eye contact with her. Broad shouldered and with a rough, stern face, a pointy hook nose, small mouth, sinister eyes and a rather round dark bob-cut, Sabitha was no beauty. Only interested in younger men, preferably with soft features and slim figures, she knew her chances of finding a romantic partner were slim. And it didn't help that she rarely smiled at anybody. People found Sabitha to have a high degree of honesty and integrity, but also to be rude, direct and even cruel. Sabitha, in turn, did not care about how she was perceived, increasingly frustrated by empty small-talk, social jargon and niceties. Having finished her coffe, Sabitha sat down by kitchen table and opened her laptop.
As Sabitha checked her mail, she was pleased to note that her exciting plan seemed to bear fruit. The email was short, confirming that the young man Sabitha had named Cute wanted to meet. Sabitha had staged an accident where a "mistake" by Cute had led to a major power-break and supposedly harmed several people living in his building. It wasn't true that Cute had made any mistake of that people had been hurt, but in a series of devious information letters from fake authorities, Sabitha had convinced Cute that he was in serious danger of being charged and sentenced to prison. Cute had then been offered that charges would be dropped in exchange for community service. A list of eligible firms had been presented, all of them of course leading to Sabitha. After some correspondence, it was now time for Cute to meet his cunning supervisor Sabitha.
Sabitha put on some make-up, a long black leather skirt, a red blouse and ankle high black boots. A while later, she looked out from her window and could see Cute stand outside her gate. His gentle, slim look and friendly face pleased her. Sabitha walked out and let him in, cordially shaking his hand. She could sense that he was uneasy. They walked towards the door and entered the house, Cute a few steps behind. They immediately turned right into the living room where Cute was offered to sit down. Sabitha sat down on her sofa, crossed her legs and stared at Cute with a slightly annoyed face.
"It seems that you have gotten yourself into quite some trouble. I am obliged to inform you that community service is not what you may have heard of. There will be no half-measures. You will be dealt with in a continuously strict manner. This is to make sure that you honor your debt but also to teach you the value of discipline. Do you understand?"
Cute nodded, looking at the floor with a sad face.
"Look at me!" Sabitha commanded with her croaking voice, "You have been assigned household work and I am to supervise you. It is of course possible for you to walk out of here any time you like, but rest assured you will be in prison in no time, the judge has little patience for people bailing out of community service. And in prison there are many bad men waiting for someone like you."
Cute looked as if he was going to cry. "Anything miss, I will do anything, please don't put me in prison."
Sabitha spoke coldly, "You will find that I am hard but fair. Under no circumstances will you displease me. Now let's get you properly dressed for your chores."
Sabitha handed Cute a bag with clothes and told him to change in the kitchen. She leaned back and waited. After a while Cute returned, wearing a long brown wig, a tight black vest, a tight, short black skirt and a little maid hat. He looked uncomfortable and confused.
"Is this necessary, miss?"
Sabitha stood up, noticing that Cute avoided eye contact. "It is my firm belief that strict duty warrants strict clothing. And as my house keeper, your duty is to tend to my preferences. And it looks quite flattering on you, Cute. That's right, that is what your name here is. Understood?"
Cute nodded.
"Now, your outfit isn't quite complete yet. Get over here, Cute."
Sabitha placed a leather corset around his abdomen and carefully tightened the straps. Sabitha enjoyed outfitting Cute while telling him the rules.
"You will address me as mistress. You will never speak unless spoken to. Mistakes will be punished. Your only goal here is to please me until I judge that you have paid back your debt to society. Is that understood?"
"Yes," Cute responded neutrally.
Sabitha grunted, "Yes, who?"
"Y-yes mistress," Cute responded, clearly stressed.
"Good maid," Sabitha answered while moving her hand down his back, over his buns, "when you work for me, you are a little sissy maid. What are you, Cute?"
"A little sissy maid."
