This had gone on long enough, she thought.  This was just too much.It had started innocently (well,

This had gone on long enough, she thought.  This was just too much.It had started innocently (well, maybe not that innocently) enough.  A few messages back and forth on tumblr.  They shared similar interests after all.  Maids and humiliation and mind control and hypnosis.  So it was just playful back and forth, sharing images and then that had led into some roleplay.  Just on chat, mind you.  He called her Fifi, based on her interest in french maids, and she’d respond to it.  He started telling her to repeat phrases for him, which she did.  It was harmless fun.wasn’t it?She’d started to find that her thoughts would always return to him whenever she was alone.  Sometimes when she wasn’t alone, for that matter.  People would say her name, and she’d blank on it because she’d become so used to being called Fifi instead.He’d told her she wasn’t allowed to cum, which she’d laughed about…. but found that she wouldn’t (couldn’t?) make herself cum now.  Not unless he told her to, and he only allowed that when she begged.  When she groveled.  He’d tell her to masturbate in specific positions, and she’d do it.  Not just tell him she’d done it, like it was just still a roleplay.. but she’d actually do it.  She couldn’t help herself.And then he showed up.  At her door.How he’d found her, she had no idea.  They’d never exchanged addresses.  Never even told each other their real names (her real name wasn’t Fifi.. was it?  It was hard to remember).But there he was.  At her door.  And he told her to let him in, and she did.  Because he said ‘let your Master into your apartment Fifi” and Fifi couldn’t refuse a command from her Master.He’d brought a maid’s uniform with him (perhaps he didn’t know she already owned several?  she’d been buying them online recently, because she wanted to feel more like Fifi), and he had her put it on.  She’d stripped for him on command, in the doorway, because he told her to.  He didn’t even let her close the door first.  Not until she was wearing the uniform.He walked through the apartment, checking it out as if he owned the place.  Fifi followed along compliantly, because he said “follow me Fifi” and what was she going to do? not obey him?  She asked him how he found her.  He didn’t bother to answer.He found the bathroom and washed his hands.  She dutifully handed him a washcloth when he told her to.“Get down on your knees now, Fifi,” he told her, leaning against the sink and unbuttoning his pants.  She knew she shouldn’t.  She should be yelling at his man, telling him to get out.  This wasn’t a joke.  This was her real life.  And yet she sank to her knees, merely whispering out “oui Monsiuer”, a look of fear rising up in her eyes.   She knew what he’d make her do next… and she knew she’d obey.  She knew this was really happening, and that she would never be her old self again.She was Fifi.She was his property.She was his doll.She obeyed. -- source link

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