Magic Shoppe - Maid Service (The Asters 2 of at least 5) (Patreon)

Marietta parked her car in her dedicated parking spot behind the house. As she stepped out of the car she straightened her dress uniform, a modern navy blue and white maid uniform lacking in lace or silly frills. She passed Mrs. Aster's car as she walked to the side entrance and had a slight feeling of dread. For the last few days, Mrs. Aster had been acting strangely. She might find the Mrs. just standing still doing nothing and not answering when called. Or she would be locked in her room and tell her not to come back for several hours.

As she opened the door, she discovered that today was not going to be normal. Mrs. Aster was waiting for her standing at attention inside the mudroom the backdoor entered into. She was wearing a French maid's costume made of latex with a short skirt and high heels. The bodice barely contained her breasts. A bright red rubber ball gag was in her mouth. A stiff envelope was sticking out of her cleavage. Marietta could see her name written boldly on the outside of the envelope.

“Good Afternoon, Mrs. Aster,” Marietta said hopefully but Mrs. Aster did not move or blink in response. Marietta reached out and pulled the envelope free from Mrs. Aster's breasts. When she did not move in reaction, Marietta opened the envelope. Inside was a hand written letter, obviously in Mrs. Aster's hand:

Marietta,

Your Minion has been assigned as your menial servant for the day. Command your Minion to do all the things you normally do and especially all the things you prefer not to do as you carry out you duties today. Your Minion will not complain and your Minion will not refuse.

Your Minion,

Diane Summer Aster

P.S. Please don't ask your Minion to cook without strict supervision as we would not want to disappoint Mr. Aster with a sub-par meal this evening.

Marietta read the letter twice in disbelief, wondering how far she could or should push this. “Okay, if this is serious,” she began, “Today is Tuesday and I usually tackle the bathrooms on Tuesday. You can start with the two bathrooms on this floor. Every surface gets washed, all the linens are laundered and replaced. The cleaning supplies are behind you and there's the basket for collecting the towels. When you finish those two rooms, meet me upstairs in the master bathroom.”

Mrs. Aster curtsied and turned on one heel. She picked up a few cleaning supplies and the basket. She left the room and headed directly to the powder room near the front door. Marietta followed along, curious to see how she did. Mrs. Aster's cleaning skills were competent if a bit sexualized. Frequencyly, she would keep her legs together, knees locked straight, as she bent over at the waist revealing that she wore no underwear under her short latex skirt. After the fourth or fifth view of her boss's bare bottom, Marietta was sure Mrs. Aster was aiming her backside at the housekeeper whenever she needed to bend over.

Marietta waited outside as Mrs. Aster finished up and when she left to wash the bathroom off the den, Marietta did an inspection of the powder room. It was well done, not a smudge on the mirror. Satisfied, she went upstairs to start the master bathroom since she wasn’t sure how fast Mrs. Aster was going to be and she didn’t want her day of light duty to mean a day of heavy duty tomorrow.

In the master bedroom, Marietta made the bed and picked up any stray clothing. She was working on the bathroom vanity when Mrs. Aster appeared in the doorway. “Clean the commode, the tub, and the shower stall,” she commanded.

With a curtsy, Mrs. Aster complied.

In the shaving drawer of the vanity, Marietta saw a strange blue and red ribbon. As she reached to retrieve it her hand caught on the edge of a razor and a drop of blood dripped onto the ribbon. “Damn,” she exclaimed. She sucked on her finger for a moment to stop the bleeding. She scratched at the drop of blood on the ribbon with her wet finger but the blood seemed to already be soaked in.

A slight wave of dizziness passed over Marietta. When she felt steady again, she noticed her minion still following her last order. As she should. But something was different. Something was missing but she could not put her finger on it. A smile crossed her face as she had a naughty thought. “Minion?”

Mrs. Aster turned around and saw the ribbon. She immediately knelt down in front of Marietta and plunged her face into Marietta's crotch, rubbing the ballgag over her most private of parts.

“Stop that,” Marietta commanded, amused as Mrs. Aster froze in place. “Follow,” she said as she turned and walked out of the room. She entered the bedroom and hiked up her skit, dropped her pantyhose, and sat back on a lounge chair. She called her minion over with a bent finger. Her other hand held the ribbon over her pussy.

Mrs. Aster walked on her knees into the bedroom. Her eyes locked on the ribbon. She crawled right into Marietta's lap and plunged her face into her lap. Marietta undid the strap on the ball gag and removed it. Mrs. Aster grinned and said, “Your pussy isn't so hypnotic that I have to lick it”. She pushed her tongue and the ribbon into Marietta and spent the next half hour bringing her to orgasm several times.

Marietta was exhausted but managed to say, “Enough, enough. Go back to the cleaning,” before she fell asleep.

“... isn't so hypnotic...”

“...I have to lick it.”

“...so hypnotic...,” Marietta heard herself saying as she woke up. The light was fading in the bedroom. “Oh, my God,” she exclaimed as she jumped up. She frantically searched for her clothes. What had happened? She was very upset, certain she would be fired by Master... by Mr. Aster if he found out what had happened here. As she pulled up her underwear she felt something funny. Reaching down she pulled a red ribbon from between her pussy lips. She thought the ribbon was blue and red when she first saw it. She was not sure where to dispose of it and decided to hide it in the shaving drawer where she originally found it, but behind a box in the back of the drawer.

Mrs. Aster spoke, “I've finished the bathrooms, Mistress. What should I do now?”

Marietta jumped at the sound and turned around quickly finding Mrs. Aster standing at the entrance of the bathroom. There was an awkward pause while Marietta regained her breath. She breathed heavily a few times noting that Mrs. Aster was affecting an air of ignorance regarding Marietta's disheveled appearance, like a servant would. And had she called me Mistress, she wondered.

As the silence continued, Marietta noticed the state of Mrs. Aster's clothing. “You should change out of those clothes, take a shower, and then.. um.. clean those clothes by hand and properly dry them. Then put on a conservative outfit so that you can serve dinner later. Meet me in the kitchen when you are ready.”

“As you wish, Mistress,” she said as she started disrobing.

Marietta pushed past Mrs. Aster quickly and went to the downstairs bathroom to freshen herself up. When she finally entered the kitchen she noticed she still had time to prepare the meal she had planned to make and started making it.

An hour later when Mrs. Aster arrived in the kitchen wearing a dark blue dress that was not very flattering, Marietta was finally feeling in control again. She put Mrs. Aster to work on making a salad as she was in the middle of reducing a sauce. She noticed Mrs. Aster's makeup was far more subdued now and instead of fuck-me pumps, she wore flat shoes.

When the side door opened, Marietta directed Mrs. Aster to send Mr. Aster into the dining room as dinner would be ready momentarily. She finished the final plating of the salad and bread and had Mrs. Aster bring them into the dining room when she returned.

A moment later, Mrs. Aster returned to the kitchen and announced, “The Master would like you to join him in the dining room, Ma'am.”

There were several things off about that sentence, she gave Mrs. Aster a few last minute notes about serving dinner and went to the dining room.

“Marietta, please, sit down,” Mr. Aster said indicating the chair Mrs. Aster usually sat in. “Let your minion finish her punishment.”

There was something different about Mr. Aster. Marietta felt drawn to him like she should serve him more so than usual. Awkwardly, she sat down. “I was unsure how long that would go on, Master.”

Mrs. Aster followed her in and placed a bowl of salad in front of Marietta and then left the room. With an encouraging nod from Jake, Marietta picked up a fork and eat.

“Call me Jake tonight,” he continued. “She wasn't any problem, was she?”

“She was uncannily subservient, Master Jake.”

Jake looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “Did something strange happen today?”

“Today has been strange since I arrived,” she said warily.

“I see you had Diane change out of that ridiculous costume. I told her it was an insult to housekeepers to wear such a thing.”

“Yes, it did not hold up to a day's worth of actual housekeeping.”

Mrs. Aster brought in a tray with the main courses. She removed the salad dishes and replaced them with dinner plates. She portioned out servings onto Jake's plate and them Marietta's plate. “Will that be all, Mistress?” she asked Marietta.

“Um, yes, you can start cleaning up in the kitchen after you eat your portion in the kitchen.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” Mrs. Aster curtsied and left.

Jake watched her leave and turned to Marietta. “Did Diane clean the master bathroom today?”

“After I started it, yes.”

“Did she show you a blue and red ribbon?”

Marietta's eyes bugged out and then she started to cry. “I don't know what came over me...” she started to blubber.

Jake got up and offered her a handkerchief. He noticed that she was looking at his crotch. “There's nothing wrong. Whatever happened wasn't your fault. I shouldn't have left the ribbon around. Just tell me exactly what happened.”

Marietta told him about finding the ribbon, how Mrs. Aster reacted to seeing it, and how it felt normal to have Mrs. Aster go down on her.

“So your blood, spit, and other fluids got on the ribbon as Diane was doing what she did.”

“I suppose so.”

“Finish eating. We'll talk more of this later.”

After dinner, Jake spoke to Diane for a few moments before inviting Marietta into the den. He indicated a chair and Marietta sat in it.

“Diane, tell Marietta what you just told me.”

“You are my Mistress. I am yours to command,” Diane stated as if it made perfect sense. She was also the only person standing in the room.

“For today, right?”

“For always, Mistress.”

“I don't understand.”

“The ribbon you found was magical. It was supposed to make someone mildly more compliant but the original spell only required saliva to work, not blood. Diane acts perfectly normal around me but when you enter the room, she becomes like this.” He indicated her standing at attention awaiting instruction.

He continued, “That's not really an issue. Deep down she is probably turned on by your having command over her to such a deep extent. The real issue is whether I have any influence over you. This will sound wrong on many levels but I'm going to show you my cock.” He stood up. “And hopefully it won't cause an unexpected response from you.”

“Master Jake, I don't...” but before she could finish, he pants had hit the floor and her eyes focused on his cock. “...have to lick...”

“No, you don't have to lick it.”

“But I do, Master Jack,” Marietta was not sure what she was saying but she knew she needed to put that cock in her mouth. But she could not act on that desire unless he allowed it.

He pulled his pants up.

“Don't put it away,” Marietta heard herself say before she felt normal again. “What just happened?”

“You reacted how Diane reacts to that part of me. The magic affected you in relation to me just how it did Diane. But, Diane seems to have put you in charge of her permanently. Given how much she sees you as her boss or owner it's a good thing you sent her away when you did or she might be even more slave like.”

“I didn't know.”

“I already said it wasn't your fault. But, I can't have a housekeeper who can give the lady of the house commands. And at the same time, I don't want to let you go since you might call the house and make Diane do something untoward.”

“I would never...”

“I don't want there to be the temptation. So, I'm not firing you. We will arrange for procedures where some days you will have a very subservient minion at your beck and call as you go about your duties and other days you will command your minion to act normally around others when she must entertain while you are around. Try giving her such a command now.”

Unsure what to say, Marietta eventually said, “Mrs. Aster, act normally for the rest of the evening.”

Mrs. Aster remained at attention, unmoving.

“Perhaps call her Minion.”

“Minion, act like Mr. Aster's wife Diane for the rest of the evening. You are off duty.”

Diane looked at Mariettta and said, “As you wish, Mistress.” Then she looked at Jake, “Oh, you're home.” She sat on his lap and gave him a lingering kiss.

“Yes, I'm home,” Jake replied. “How was your punishment?”

“Terrible, look at what I'm wearing,” Diane looked at Marietta. “You are a great taskmaster. I know I cleaned three of the four bathrooms and cleaned up after dinner. What did you do all day?” she asked playfully.

“My duties vary from day to day, Ma'am.”

“Don't tease, Marietta,” Jake said. Facing Diane he added, “Go upstairs. I'll be up in a few moments.”

Diane stroked his face with a finger before getting up. “Don't be long.”

Jake leaned toward Marietta as Diane reached the door, “Call your Minion in a commanding voice.”

“Minion.”

Diane froze in place and turned slowly toward Marietta. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Are you on duty?” Jake asked.

“Yes, Master.”

“I guess if I don't use the word Minion while she's 'off duty' she will act normally,” Marietta said to Jake.

“Looks that way,” he said standing up. “Go home. Tomorrow, you can decide if you want her on or off duty.” He leaned toward her conspiratorially, “Frankly, she could use the exercise of working a little around here.”

“As you wish, Master Jake.”

“Do you realize you are calling me Master?”

“Yes, but I can't help it. Is that why I was attracted to your....?”

“Well, as much as I'd like to think otherwise, yes, the same magic that let's you do that to Diane makes you go ga-ga over my... ya' know.” He looked at her seriously. “If you abuse your power over Diane, I will see no reason not to abuse my power over you. I doubt that will be an issue and down deep, Diane wants to be commanded so it's a win for all three of us.”

“I understand,” Marietta said. “Goodnight, Master Jake.” She walked past him and said, “Minion, go upstairs a give Master Jake a blow job for me. After he comes, you are off duty.”

“As you wish, Mistress,” Diane said as she turned and went upstairs.

Marietta turned to Jake and blew him a kiss before heading for the kitchen.

Jake just smiled as she left. Then he hurried upstairs for his prize.