Impropriety

Rose took a deep breath, knelt down, and waited.

She'd barely managed to complete her duties before Mistress came home, and her hair and uniform were more disheveled than they should have been. But at least she still had a few minutes to still her body and mind, gaze into the eyes of her slightly-flustered reflection, and recite her mantras.

A properly behaved girl exists to please others.

A properly behaved girl is always desperate to get fucked.

A properly behaved girl performs her duties without complaint.

A properly behaved girl is only truly comfortable when her mouth is full.

A properly behaved girl speaks as little as possible and only when necessary.

A properly behaved girl cannot orgasm without permission.

A properly behaved girl maintains her poise, grace, manners, and composure at all times.

Rose needed the reinforcement. She'd been

really

poorly behaved recently for whatever reason, finding the rules impossible to follow. It was baffling to her--she couldn't remember anything having changed, and yet suddenly her mantras almost seemed to conflict with one another. And every time she tried to figure out the reason why, her thoughts would spin around in circles and her head would get all fuzzy.

It wasn't like her routine had changed: Wake up, get dressed, make breakfast for Mistress, clean the first floor, break for lunch, eat out Alex until the blonde wrapped her thighs around Rose's head and came hard, clean the second floor, drop deep for Alex, get her pussy pounded, unsuccessfully beg for release, prep dinner, and wait for Mistress to come home.

Yet despite the tasks being the same as ever, Rose felt entirely different performing them. Whenever she bent over to pick something up or scrub the floors, she'd have intrusive fantasies of someone grabbing her by the hips, hiking up her dress, and having their way with her. The smells and tastes of cooking now reminded her of how desperately

empty

her mouth felt, and she'd have to fight hard to keep herself from popping something in her mouth and greedily sucking. Worst of all, Rose was failing to be a good role model for Alex--every time she tried correcting the new submissive or showing her proper behavior, she'd somehow end up embarrassing or debasing herself.

She'd hoped it was a temporary phase, her getting used to having a new submissive around. Maybe she wasn't a bad girl; maybe she was just going through a rough patch.

The incident earlier that day had dashed those hopes.

***

Around 11 AM, Rose had finished her inspection of the first floor and went to the kitchen to prepare lunch. She entered to find a newly-awake Alex sitting at the table, eating a pastry without a knife and fork.

Rose gave her a polite smile and cleared her throat. "A properly behaved girl uses cutler--

oh!

" The maid was cut off by a sudden bolt of pleasure shooting through her, causing her to stand ramrod straight and freeze. Her nipples hardened immediately, visibly straining against her modest uniform.

"Hm?" Alex didn't even look up from her phone.

Rose blinked hard, trying to return to her senses. What...what was that feeling? "Um...I..."

Alex took another large bite of the pastry, then started speaking with her mouth full. "Was'up, Rose?"

Rose shook her head. This was no time for her to get distracted; she needed to help Alex learn the rules of the house!

"A properly behaved girl does not speak when her mouth is full--

nnnng!

" Another stronger burst of pleasure made Rose double over, her hips grinding against nothing.

"Hmm..." Alex swallowed, then lazily shifted her gaze over to the horny maid. "I guess you're right; good girls don't talk when their

mouths

are

full

, hmm?"

Rose smoothed out the front of her dress, panting softly and flush with arousal and embarrassment. At least her duty was complete: Alex understood the rule. The maid turned to scurry away, happy to leave behind her strange, unexplainable feelings and get back to work. But before she could, she noticed something out of the corner of her eye.

Alex had gotten out a dildo and was casually holding it in her hand.

Rose turned her head back slowly inch by inch, as if magnetically drawn to the sex toy. She started salivating as Alex waved the pink phallus back and forth.

"There was another rule about full mouths, right Rose? Could you remind me what it was?"

"Um."

A tiny little frown crossed Rose's face as her eyes tracked the movement of the plastic dick. She felt like...

something

would happen if she recited another rule, but her overtaxed little mind struggled to put the pieces together. The mental itch she'd normally been able to keep submerged rushed to the forefront of her consciousness, a sense of dissatisfaction and longing. Her mouth had

nothing

in it. That was the only thing that mattered. Because as Rose knew and began to recite,

"

A properly behaved girl is only comfortable when her mouth is fu--

"

The third activation of the trigger caused fiery lust to pour into her petite frame, making her limbs and lips--upper

and

lower--quiver with want. She sank to her knees in a pornographic parody of her normal grace, the fluid motion having a desperate edge as her legs spread and her mouth opened just a sliver.

"

Mmmnn...

" she whined.

"What was that? A properly behaved girl is only comfortable when her mouth is...?" Alex shifted her chair toward Rose, placing the dildo between her thighs and straddling the base so it stuck straight up. Rose couldn't look away.

Except...she knew she couldn't suck it. She had to follow Mistress' rules, had to behave, and had to set a good example for Alex. Aroused and antsy as Rose was, there was no excuse for crawling over and wrapping her little pink mouth around Alex's fat cock. It would be shameful. It would be disobedient.

It would feel so good.

Alex gazed down at the flustered maid. "You're going to have to be clearer, sweetheart, or else I won't understand the rule. A properly behaved girl is only comfortable when her mouth is 'fu...'

what

, exactly?"

Rose shook her head and whimpered. This didn't make sense. She'd never had this much trouble following the rules before.

Alex tapped a finger against her lips in thought. "...When her mouth is...funny? No, I don't think so. Futile? No. Fused? No..."

"Full!" Rose squeaked out before immediately slapping her hands over her mouth.

Alex stroked her chin and leaned back. "Full, hmm? Only comfortable when her mouth is full. I guess that makes sense."

Rose exhaled through her nose in relief. But while she'd managed to stay away from the...lewd

thing

, her resolve was crumbling nonetheless. She couldn't help noticing how close her fingers were to her mouth now that she was covering it. They wouldn't be

nearly

as improper to suck on, right? Rose could take just a minute to sate her craving and then get back to being a good girl. It was so minor it didn't even count as breaking a rule.

She took a deep breath, then slipped the tip of her pinkie into her mouth. Just for a minute...

"

Rose!

" Alex gasped, grabbing the maid's wrists and pulling her hands away from her mouth. "How improper!"

Rose blushed bright red and looked down at the floor. Alex was right. What had she been

thinking

?

"It's unsanitary," the blonde continued, letting go of Rose's wrists and stroking her cheek. "You need those fingers for your work!"

"S-sorry," Rose murmured. Her whole body felt hot, tingly, and sensitive, her maid's uniform suddenly constrictive. If only she could peel it off, let the heat pour off of her nude form to clear her mind...

"Apology accepted. No more sucking on your own fingers, though, okay?"

"Yes, Miss Alex." Rose kept her eyes trained on the floor. She could no longer bring herself to look at Alex out of shame.

"If you really need it," the blonde added, her thumb stroking down Rose's cheek until it came to rest on her lower lip, "I'm always happy to help."

Rose was long past being able to stop herself; the feeling of emptiness was too great to bear. She wrapped her lips around Alex's thumb and suckled it, closing her eyes and letting out happy, contented sighs.

"There you go, you needy little thing."

The maid responded with only a satisfied squeak, her tongue flicking and circling Alex's thumb. She was so enthralled by the task, in fact, that when Alex slowly pulled her hand back Rose automatically crawled forward to stay with it.

Alex giggled. "You think that's good? Open your eyes."

Rose's eyes fluttered for a moment before shooting wide open as she regained her bearings.

The dildo was directly in front of her face, still perched between Alex's thighs. She'd practically crawled straight into it.

"You know what?" Alex mused, "I'm not an

expert

on the rules like you, but I'm pretty sure this isn't proper. I better not let

your

misbehavior drag me down too." She slipped her thumb out of Rose's mouth and hid her hand behind her back.

Rose's mouth stayed open, softly panting as the dildo became the sole object of her focus. There really was no denying it now: She was a bad girl. Guilt gnawed away at her insides, but like all her other thoughts and feelings, it too was overshadowed by her need.

And then a realization dawned on her: Bad girls

deserved

humiliation and debasement.

Rose began bobbing her dainty little head up and down on the toy cock, happily and enthusiastically face-fucking herself. So enthusiastically, in fact, that Alex was stunned into silence for the first several seconds of the fellatio. The maid's whimpers and moans sounded almost pleading, like she was simultaneously asking for forgiveness and begging for more.

Alex was happy to oblige the latter.

"If you're going to suck it, suck it right,

whore

." She grabbed a handful of Rose's hair at the base of her neck and forced the cock deeper down her throat. "Mm. I think we just found a much better use for your mouth than talking."

Rose's only response was a steady

gluck gluck gluck

as she diligently took the dildo's length. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes, while drool spilled out of the corners of her mouth and onto her dress.

"Next time you want to tell me a rule," Alex growled, thrusting her hips up as she forced the maid's head down lower, "you remember this moment; remember what your mouth was

really

made to do."

There was no trigger behind her words, no hypnotic programming. Both of them knew it wasn't really necessary--in that moment, Rose was susceptible and desperate enough to accept anything Alex said as gospel.

"I suppose I have to tell Eleanor about this, hmm?" The blonde sighed with false reluctance.

Rose let out a harsh, loud whine despite her mouth and throat both being absolutely stuffed. She looked up at Alex, a distant, glassy sort of fear in her eyes.

Alex leered at her. "Or maybe I won't. I suppose you'll just have to find out."

The maid's pitiful little mewl only made Alex face fuck her harder.

***

Before that morning, Rose could accept that she was confused but ultimately good. But now? After what she'd done? No amount of repeated mantras could make up for her misbehavior. And yet Rose knelt and recited them anyway, unsure of what else she could do. She couldn't even take respite in trance, distracted as she was by her anxious thoughts.

A properly behaved girl exists to please others.

A properly behaved girl is always desperate to get fucked.

Would Alex tell Mistress of Rose's failures?

A properly behaved girl performs her duties without complaint.

A properly behaved girl is only truly comfortable when her mouth is full.

Would Mistress tell Rose what a bad girl she was?

A properly behaved girl speaks as little as possible and only when necessary.

A properly behaved girl cannot orgasm without permission.

Would she get rid of Rose entirely and just keep Alex?

A properly behaved girl maintains her poise, grace, manners, and composure at all times.

Was Rose even

worthy

of belonging to Mistress?

When she finally heard the front door open, Rose didn't feel the rush of excitement that normally accompanied the sound. If anything, her nervousness only worsened.

Mistress was home.

She spoke with Alex for several minutes, their voices too low for Rose to make out any words. Maybe Alex was telling Mistress about the misbehavior right away--that's what Rose would do in her position. The maid's ears strained as the conversation tapered off, her nerves so strained that the sound of Mistress' footsteps starting back up made her flinch. High heels tapped against the hardwood floor of the dining room as She grew closer.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

Rose trembled slightly.

The sound changed smoothly and suddenly to clicks and clacks once Mistress entered the tile-floored kitchen. Rose made sure to keep her gaze fixed on her own reflection.

Click, clack, click, clack.

Mistress placed a hand on her shoulder. This was it. Rose held her breath...

"Good afternoon, Rose." Mistress squeezed her shoulder affectionately, then walked away out of the room.

Click, clack, click, clack, tap, tap, tap...

Rose exhaled, her whole body deflating as she sat down out of her kneel. Mistress didn't know yet. Alex must not have told Her. And while that did bring the maid some temporary relief, it did nothing to calm the swells of background stress she'd been dealing with all day. Rose knew she should tell Mistress herself, but the thought of doing so made her freeze up entirely. She wasn't hiding her misbehavior, she was just...just...

"Hey, slut," Alex whispered, strolling into the room behind Rose. The blonde sat down across from her, grabbing the maid's hands and squeezing them earnestly. "I wanted to give you one more thing before dinner started."

Rose stared blankly, not understanding.

And then Alex lunged forward and kissed her, tongue pushing inside her mouth and swirling around. The lust within Rose erupted yet again, barely needing an excuse to be at the forefront of her mind.

Alex pulled away. "Better start setting the table!" She strode out of the room, leaving a rather lost looking Rose behind.

After a few deep breaths, Rose shakily stood and started for the silverware drawer. Her movements were far clumsier than usual as she set the table and served dinner, her limbs made twitchy and imprecise by the fear in her belly. Luckily, Mistress didn't acknowledge her slip-ups beyond a glance, and Rose was able to serve the first course before turning to retreat to the kitchen. Just as she reached the door to her temporary shelter, though, Alex addressed Mistress.

"There's something I have to tell you."

Rose stopped in place, suddenly unable to move or breathe. This had to be it. The reckoning for her naughty behavior.

"Oh?" Mistress replied coolly.

Alex took an incredibly long time to finish her most recent bite before responding. "Mhm."

A shiver went down Rose's spine.

"What?"

The blonde leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms behind her head. "Rose showed me how to eat properly." She gave the maid a little wink. "I don't know what I'd do without her. She's been really helpful with explaining everything."

"Uh-huh."

Feeling no small amount of emotional whiplash, Rose practically fell into the kitchen door in her hurry to escape the room. She'd thought Alex was going to discuss her behavior, but not like

that

. It simply didn't make sense! Unless...

Unless her impropriety was negatively influencing Alex.

Rose gasped in horror at the thought. Her own failures were one thing, but to corrupt an innocent submissive like Alex was quite another. It meant she absolutely couldn't stay quiet on the matter--the manner and conduct of the entire household was at stake. After a deep breath, Rose pivoted and reentered the dining room, determination driving her forward.

Mistress looked over at her, confused. "Rose?"

The maid opened her mouth, then faltered. Once Mistress knew Rose was a corrupting influence, She might not want her anymore. She might toss her maid aside. Sure, Mistress had promised Alex wasn't a replacement for Rose, but that was back when Rose was good! As of right then, the risk was too great. Mistress' calm, steady demeanor and confident beauty served to remind Rose of everything she stood to lose.

So when she finally did speak, it was without much importance or confidence. "My apologies, Mistress. I forgot to clear the salad plates."

"By all means." Mistress beckoned her over to the table once more.

"See what I mean? So diligent!" Alex clapped her hands as Rose approached and collected the dirty dishes. "She must have explained nearly every rule to me by now. They really are

quite a mouthful

."

Rose stumbled, plates clacking together in her trembling hands. Her face was warm and flush enough that she practically felt feverish; the images conjured by Alex's choice of words were nothing short of shameful.

Mistress nodded politely. "There are a lot of rules, yes, but they're all necessary. And Rose thrives within that kind of structure. Requires it, really."

Rose made for the kitchen door again, unable to handle the guilt and embarrassment brought up in her by the discussion. From the corner of her eye, she saw Alex looking at her with a massive smirk on her face.

"Then would you say each rule is like a symbol of your love for her? And she shows you her love by following them?"

At that, Rose let out a choked sob. She couldn't help herself--the idea of somehow damaging Mistress' love through her disobedience was so horrific that it hit her like a physical blow. Unable to recover her footing, the unthinkable happened: Rose tripped. The plates and cutlery in her hands went flying, clattering and smashing against the floor in a great cacophony.

Instead of rushing to clean the mess, Rose could do nothing else but finally snap.

"

No!

" she wailed, curling into a ball and burying her face in her hands. Adding insult to injury, she couldn't help slipping her thumb in her mouth and beginning to suck. "

No no no no!

"

"

Rose

!" Mistress chastised, her harsh tone only making the maid shrink further and wail louder.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, Mistress realized this was no ordinary slip-up and walked over to kneel beside Her maid. "Rose?" She asked, Her cool, soft hand wrapping around Rose's and gently pulling her thumb free from her mouth.

Rose's sobs became interspersed with hiccups as she struggled through her words. "I--

hic--

failed you. Am a bad girl; a bad--

hic

--maid."

Mistress frowned and glanced over at the shards of glass scattered across the floor. "Because of a few broken plates? Come on now. You know that isn't the case." She sat down and pulled Rose onto her lap. "What's going on inside that little mind, hm?"

Rose glanced up at Alex, who looked back at her with a concerned expression. "...I've been--

hic

--misbehaving. A lot."

And with that, the floodgates were open. Rose confessed to every failure, every inappropriate thought, every breach of conduct from the past week until she became too distraught to continue. Mistress held her all the while, wiping her tears away and listening patiently to the entire story.

"...I should have told you sooner," Rose concluded. "I'm sorry."

Mistress enveloped Her maid in a tight, warm embrace and murmured softly in her ear. "You are loved, Rose, and you are safe. No matter what. I'm sorry you were carrying all of this."