As she cleaned the mantlepiece, "Christie" slowly started to gather her thoughts. While her body near autonomously went about it's cleaning routine, she started to question herself; She was a maid in this mansion, but when did she get here? Where was she yesterday? Why is everything so... foggy...
Just then a sudden knock on the door startled her, and a man briskly walked in.
"You there. Come before me at once!"
Instinctively, Christie snapped to attention, straightened her skirt, and started to walk over—before she could even make a single thought. Obedience was baked into her mind, and the suddenness of it's hold over her startled her. Was she always like this? She felt... odd. Like this was the first time she was doing any of this... even details like the soft swish of her fluffy skirt and the clack of her heels on the floor seemed oddly new to her.
But just as suddenly as she responded to her command, she completed it. In what felt like an instant she was already bowing slightly before the man, awaiting his next order.
"That's just like him. Leaving you half finished. I'll have to complete your conversion myself."
With that a sudden realization came across Christie's mind; she's not a maid! She's not even a woman! She was a man just before, and... she was converted into this! To her horror she realized the man before her was the youngest of the men who watched her transformation. But... her nascent submissiveness kept her in place as her face took on a look of fear and confusion. With great effort, she trembled out:
"Please, ch... change me back, sir."
Christie couldn't even remember who she really was, her whole mind was still a mess. She was instinctively embarrassed that she spoke out of turn, while another part of her was embarrassed that the best she could do was beg.
The man simply looked down upon her with a stern gaze. A moment later he produced a collar in his right hand. It was a simple, shiny leather band with a silver clasp and lock at the front. Christie's eyes spread wide in a mix of fear and excitement as she realized the word "SLAVE" burned into the back of the collar.
"You won't speak out of turn after this collar is done with you"
Suddenly he wrapped the collar around Christie's still bowing neck. She yelped helplessly as he tightened and locked the collar, sealing her fate. The man swiftly brought his hand to her chin and lifted her face till her gaze met his. She swallowed in fear as she felt helpless in his intense gaze.
"If you cum while you're wearing this, you'll never take it off again."