Mistress Motivational Redux - Employment (Patreon)

A redux of one of my favs of the early days...

Free for all members: the original EMPLOYMENT Motivational. A story of a Sissy Maid who is soon to become a 'working girl'.

The updated caption of Mistress Instructions, plus the full 1500+ word story of the wife explaining to the maid her new role...is locked behind Teacher's Pet+ tiers.

So...do you want to go down that rabbit hole?

You know... I tossed up that ad last night, mostly just to toy with you, darling…to watch those glossy lips tremble while I posted slutty little pictures of you curtsying and begging to be hired as a maid.   Really.  It was just a mean, little game to keep you on edge and tease you a little. 

But look at this shit!  

…over two hundred messages and requests… already…

…All these hungry perverts drooling and lusting over something I put up with.  

…and here’s the thing, darling…we need the cash.

We both know your job’s been bleeding out for months.  You come home every night with that pinched, desperate look, whining over and over and over about how your cage digs in under your slacks, how your panties ride up throughout the day… How can you concentrate because you’re so on edge? I know you hate it.  So it’s time for a change.

No!  Of course, I’m not going to let you go to work without the cage.  Stupid bimbo.

I solved it a different way.

I called your boss. 

Yes, I did.  No bullshit. 

Told him straight.  The truth.  No beating around the bush.  

He laughed, of course.  Thought I was joking…thought it was a prank…he kept asking if I was serious. So, remember that photo I snapped this morning? You bent at the waist, feather duster in hand, skirt flipped high enough to show the faint outline of your cage through the sheer black panties. 

I could almost hear him gasp as he looked at the text on the phone.  

Then that deep, knowing chuckle. Said he knew there was something going on.  The way you were blushing and squirming in meetings for ages.  Walking with that swing in your hips.  I didn’t tell him about your plug, but he knows.  

So he said not to worry about a two-week notice.  You are officially done.

Hell, he even half-joked about bringing you back “in a new capacity”.  You could almost hear the wheels turning in his head about how to use you differently. 

God, can you imagine… your old boss shoving you over his desk, latex creaking, while he laughs and uses you like that?

Oh relax.  You’re not ready for that…

…yet…

No, I’m not joking.  Your job is gone.  That’s why we need to explore other options.  You can’t go back to that kind of job.  Not with the way you look now.  

Oh… you are so cute.  That blush!

…and mumbling about how he’ll show everyone the picture, how they’ll all know you’re some desperate gay plaything, your old colleagues staring, seeing the real you…

…you obviously can’t go back.  Not how you were.  

Shh, just hush. It’s just one photo, and it’s all for your own good.  And so what if word spreads? Stop clenching your thighs slut…I see the cage twitching under your dress and that drizzle of cum dripping down. Shame always makes you leak the most, doesn’t it?

So… you need a job.  And luckily, I posted that want ad for you last night.

I’ve narrowed it down to three real possibilities, pet. First: the single guy downtown with the weekly poker nights. Serving drinks, some dancing and posing… waiting on them while they gamble and drink.  Oh, can you imagine?  Their rough hands “helping” with every drink served, every small spill, passing you around the table like a little party favor. All those male eyes and hands…all that casual groping. And the more drunk they get, the more bold… 

It’s a good choice, but not for your first one.  Let’s see…

There was the women’s luncheon club.   We’d have to get you a more elegant maid outfit, though, I fear.  And that costs money.  Although we could steer into that for future work.  Think of it like an investment.  A little corseting, higher heels, more of a lady’s maid.  They would love you and would probably love training you to be more feminine and graceful.  Circling you like elegant predators…adjusting your posture with lingering fingers, critiquing your walk, making you kneel for “corrections” while they sip wine and peel away whatever scraps of pride you’ve got left. A room full of soft laughter and sharp commands. Deliciously humiliating.

But the cost… I think we need something a little less risky to start…

This one.  This is the one, I think…. a bi-curious couple…and only just two blocks down. The husband chairs our HOA.  We met him at that meeting last month, remember?  Let’s see what they are looking for…deep house cleaning… oh, don’t look like that.  You are much better at it than you used to be.  Some light yard work… ooh, you’d be out in their yard.  It’s right on the end of the street by the entrance to the neighborhood.  And what else… oh…

…evening “entertainment”.  Curious to know more about that.  They offer correction with spankings over his knee… You always did beg for me to spank you…

…they have good reviews, pet.  I think we have a winner.  

And you could just walk right over there Friday morning in full uniform, heels clicking past every familiar house. Mrs. Jenkins with her roses, Mr. Thompson on his porch.  Yes, I know that they’d stare, mouths open.  But do you really think they don’t know already?  

Well, if not, they will.  Hard to ignore a Sissy maid as she minces by in glossy black latex, cage bouncing with every step.

Don’t shake your head.  This is happening, darling.  We need your income.  No path back, only forward. 

Shh, don’t cry.   You’re going to be fine… and it’s already too late. The world’s going to know exactly what you are: my pretty, locked, slut.  Your old boss already knows, my sister knows, your mother knows…  Just accept it.  Fighting just makes your cage throb harder. 

Look.  I’m pushing the button.  You are booked for Friday. No discussion.

Oh.  God.  That made me wet.  Just picturing you…  two blocks of pure exposure, every heel-click screaming what a Sissy you are. The door opening…her fingers slip under your skirt, tracing the cage’s cold steel against your fever-hot skin. Him palming your ass as you squirm and try to get away.  

The yard first: you on your knees, weeding, skirt tucked up so that the cage is on full display.  I might not even let you wear panties on Friday… just to make you that much more exposed.  All those curious, nosy eyes peering at you. 

Then inside…crawling across the floor, windows wide, their low voices circling as you scrub and clean. 

Until nighttime…you wedged between them, her thighs clamping your face as you take him slow and deep in your mouth, tongue swirling his thickening shaft while she works a slick toy into you from behind, murmuring how no real man would let this happen. 

Over his lap, spank after spank…your cheeks blooming with color. They alternate: her strap-on and his cock… both your holes back and forth…

They’ve booked you through Monday morning.  A lot can happen in a couple of days.  

…and then Sunday night you’ll crawl home to me, spilling every filthy detail while I ride your tongue, cumming hard to your ruined little body. 

Fuck, I’m soaked just thinking it.

But we have to do this right.  No reason to set up your paycheck to your old male name.  Let’s make it official. I’m pulling up the name-change form right now, ’Bambi’!  We’ll sign the papers in person next week, but we might as well get the ball rolling.  Bambi Dowd.  Yes.  My maiden name.  You belong to me, don’t you?  

Perfect.  Fresh ID next week. You’ll sign contracts as her, deposit checks as her…

On your knees, Bambi. Right here between my thighs. Good girl…lap slow, deep, worship me as you’ll worship them.  And everyone else who hires you.   Mmm, yes… swirl that tongue, press it flat, taste how wet your slutty little future makes me.

Keep going…don’t stop. I’m filling out all your new legal paperwork… B-a-m-b-i… D-o-w-d… Oh.  Wow.  Did you feel that? The moment I hit send?  It’s real, Bambi. No more pretending… even on paper. You’re her now.

Lick harder, slut. Make me cum while the state verifies who you are from now on.  There’s no going back.