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When I got out of bed that morning, I felt completely drained.. I had been searching for a job, and in truth, the search was going terribly. Checking my phone and scrolling through social media, I saw an ad for a local café that had recently opened up, that also happened to be searching for an additional employee! What a lucky break! I quickly sent in my application and crossed my fingers…
Around an hour later, I got a phone call! As I picked it up and answered, a female voice on the other end congratulated me on getting the job.. “Just one thing..”, she said, “would you be able to start today?” “Of course! I’ll be down right away!” I said happily, before hanging up and promptly getting dressed.. nothing fancy, just a set of jeans and a blue shirt as I thought a normal apron would cover most of it up.
Winding my way down busy streets, I finally caught sight of the cafe.. It was beautiful, modeled after the French cafés of old.. As I stepped inside, the bell jingled.. looking around, there were a few patrons dotted around its many tables as I made my way to the counter.. behind it was a.. rather oddly dressed female employee.. Instead of what I had expected for a uniform, the woman was wearing a traditional maid outfit.. It was a classical style, with a long draping skirt and covered in frills.. “uhm.. I came here about a job application? Could I see the person who runs this place?” I asked, only for the woman to look at me with a dazed expression, and lazily pointed to the back room.. “back there” she said in a hushed tone, her eyes almost staring through me, as if in a trance..
“Odd.. very odd..” I thought to myself as I rounded the counter, making my way to the aforementioned room. Stepping inside, a lone woman was sitting at a table, holding a similar dress to the one the woman at the counter was wearing. “Good-morning!” I started, “I’m the person who applied online.. Thank you for accepting my application!” “Oh it was truly no trouble at all~” she replied, before motioning me to sit, a cup of coffee already on the table.. “I made you some coffee, you can take a moment for a small break then you can get started..”
Thinking nothing of it, I sat down and took a long sip from the cup, the coffee tasting quite delicious. As I drank it, the woman introduced herself.. “so, formalities.. My name is Miranda, and you’re my newest slave!” I nearly spit out my drink at that last part, saying with half a laugh “excuse me? Slave? Some sense of humor you have haha!” Her smile quickly turned to a piercing glare, almost looking through me.. As she looked at me, I began feeling woozy.. “w-wait… you.. w-what’s going on?” I said in slurred speech as I rose to my feet, stumbling towards the door. I moved to open it, only to find it locked, the woman’s silent laughter reaching out like grasping claws and grabbing around me..
I turned to face her with fear in my eyes, as she approached with that dress still in her hands. “N-no.. get.. away.. I want to go home..” I said feebly as the sedative in the coffee took hold, making me barely able to bring my hands up in front of me for defense. With ease, she pushed them aside, giggling all the while.. “Oh my dear, what you want is irrelevant.. what matters now is that you will soon be mine~”
By this point, I had been rendered completely inert by the spiked coffee, a ragdoll which she slipped that accursed dress on with a bit of effort on her part. “There we are.. now.. look at me” she whispered as she looked deep into my eyes, almost as if looking into my very soul.. At first her influence was small, and I was able to push against her hypnotic stare, but bit by bit, my mental defense was broken down, my mind feeling as if it was melting and being reshaped.. Standing up triumphantly, Miranda put her hands on her hips as she glared at me. “Now, what are you?” She asked playfully, her stare demanding an answer. I readily answered. “I.. I am your maid, ready to serve!” “Good~” she cooed as she loomed over me
Gingerly, she helped me off the floor, before pulling a black ballgag and a similarly colored armbinder from a nearby shelf.. “Now, my maid, while I have a normal cafe out front, around the back is.. rather different..'' While saying this, Miranda pushed the ballgag into my mouth, buckling it around the back of my head, before pulling my hands behind my back, slipping the leather armbinder over them up to my shoulders and tying them up.. Unable to resist her influence, I gave no struggle, even going as far as to make it easier for her by pulling my arms as close together as they could..
Disappearing for a moment, Miranda came back with some sort of tray in her hands.. it came with a few straps, and she began to put it on me. It was a serving tray, the straps put over my shoulders stabilizing it, which I lazily mused to be something that I could serve drinks with despite my bound arms.. my suspicions were confirmed as she placed a few mugs of hot coffee on the tray, giving me a gentle push towards the back room.. “table 5 my dear, don’t keep them waiting,” with a mmph and a nod, I departed, locked helplessly under her spell, and not minding one bit.. I was her maid, and I would do anything for her!

Ack! Cold!! W-wait.. hold on- wh-where am I? Oh my goodness… A thousand thank yous for spilling that ice cold water on me.. you’ve broken her influence!.. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to head home.. It's been a long day..

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When I got out of bed that morning, I felt completely drained.. I had been searching for a job, and in truth, the search was going terribly. Checking my phone and scrolling through social media, I saw an ad for a local café that had recently opened up, that also happened to be searching for an additional employee! What a lucky break! I quickly sent in my application and crossed my fingers…
Around an hour later, I got a phone call! As I picked it up and answered, a female voice on the other end congratulated me on getting the job.. “Just one thing..”, she said, “would you be able to start today?” “Of course! I’ll be down right away!” I said happily, before hanging up and promptly getting dressed.. nothing fancy, just a set of jeans and a blue shirt as I thought a normal apron would cover most of it up.
Winding my way down busy streets, I finally caught sight of the cafe.. It was beautiful, modeled after the French cafés of old.. As I stepped inside, the bell jingled.. looking around, there were a few patrons dotted around its many tables as I made my way to the counter.. behind it was a.. rather oddly dressed female employee.. Instead of what I had expected for a uniform, the woman was wearing a traditional maid outfit.. It was a classical style, with a long draping skirt and covered in frills.. “uhm.. I came here about a job application? Could I see the person who runs this place?” I asked, only for the woman to look at me with a dazed expression, and lazily pointed to the back room.. “back there” she said in a hushed tone, her eyes almost staring through me, as if in a trance..
“Odd.. very odd..” I thought to myself as I rounded the counter, making my way to the aforementioned room. Stepping inside, a lone woman was sitting at a table, holding a similar dress to the one the woman at the counter was wearing. “Good-morning!” I started, “I’m the person who applied online.. Thank you for accepting my application!” “Oh it was truly no trouble at all~” she replied, before motioning me to sit, a cup of coffee already on the table.. “I made you some coffee, you can take a moment for a small break then you can get started..”
Thinking nothing of it, I sat down and took a long sip from the cup, the coffee tasting quite delicious. As I drank it, the woman introduced herself.. “so, formalities.. My name is Miranda, and you’re my newest slave!” I nearly spit out my drink at that last part, saying with half a laugh “excuse me? Slave? Some sense of humor you have haha!” Her smile quickly turned to a piercing glare, almost looking through me.. As she looked at me, I began feeling woozy.. “w-wait… you.. w-what’s going on?” I said in slurred speech as I rose to my feet, stumbling towards the door. I moved to open it, only to find it locked, the woman’s silent laughter reaching out like grasping claws and grabbing around me..
I turned to face her with fear in my eyes, as she approached with that dress still in her hands. “N-no.. get.. away.. I want to go home..” I said feebly as the sedative in the coffee took hold, making me barely able to bring my hands up in front of me for defense. With ease, she pushed them aside, giggling all the while.. “Oh my dear, what you want is irrelevant.. what matters now is that you will soon be mine~”
By this point, I had been rendered completely inert by the spiked coffee, a ragdoll which she slipped that accursed dress on with a bit of effort on her part. “There we are.. now.. look at me” she whispered as she looked deep into my eyes, almost as if looking into my very soul.. At first her influence was small, and I was able to push against her hypnotic stare, but bit by bit, my mental defense was broken down, my mind feeling as if it was melting and being reshaped.. Standing up triumphantly, Miranda put her hands on her hips as she glared at me. “Now, what are you?” She asked playfully, her stare demanding an answer. I readily answered. “I.. I am your maid, ready to serve!” “Good~” she cooed as she loomed over me
Gingerly, she helped me off the floor, before pulling a black ballgag and a similarly colored armbinder from a nearby shelf.. “Now, my maid, while I have a normal cafe out front, around the back is.. rather different..'' While saying this, Miranda pushed the ballgag into my mouth, buckling it around the back of my head, before pulling my hands behind my back, slipping the leather armbinder over them up to my shoulders and tying them up.. Unable to resist her influence, I gave no struggle, even going as far as to make it easier for her by pulling my arms as close together as they could..
Disappearing for a moment, Miranda came back with some sort of tray in her hands.. it came with a few straps, and she began to put it on me. It was a serving tray, the straps put over my shoulders stabilizing it, which I lazily mused to be something that I could serve drinks with despite my bound arms.. my suspicions were confirmed as she placed a few mugs of hot coffee on the tray, giving me a gentle push towards the back room.. “table 5 my dear, don’t keep them waiting,” with a mmph and a nod, I departed, locked helplessly under her spell, and not minding one bit.. I was her maid, and I would do anything for her!

Ack! Cold!! W-wait.. hold on- wh-where am I? Oh my goodness… A thousand thank yous for spilling that ice cold water on me.. you’ve broken her influence!.. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to head home.. It's been a long day..