I looked at the screen, boiling some ideas in my mind. I had to make sure that Feleyn would not be a threat to my dominance in the appartment... A way to humiliate her and keep her in line... I got it! I quickly hovered the pointer over the "Direct input" and started typing: "Target is now the apartment's maid, living in a poorly furnitured room and is considered a simple object by the inhabitants. Target is unable to undress from her complete maid outfit in any way, and if she does, it's only by the order of one of her masters. She is phisically unable to refuse or not perform something that is asked from her masters."
... That's pretty good... I wonder if I can put something more? A little thing that... Ah! I got it!
"The feeling of pleasure and the feeling of pain is completely swapped for the Target. When she should feel pleasure, she will suffer, and when she should feel pain, she will be filled with ecstasy."
I thing I got everything... for now obviously. I can always change something else another day... Now I'm going back to my room and we'll see what it'll look like tomorrow!
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I'm awoken by screams in the brink of my door. I get up from my bed, and to make sure that yesterday wasn't a dream, I cup my amazingly larger cleavage. Yep, this is real indeed. I walk to the door and listen from it, a hand on the knob.
Xyrde: Hey Feleyn! How many time I told you that you only talk when we allow you to? I don't want to hear your meanningless blabber in the morning!
Feleyn: W-What are you talking about? I-I thought I could talk when I wanted... And someone changed my outfit in my sleep... so I wanted to know who it wa-
Xyrde: I said. Shut. Your. MOUTH!
The complains of Feleyn stops right away, she seems to have followed the order as expected. I hear faint muffled sound, probably her struggling to try to open her mouth even though she can't. I change my expression to my best "I just woke up" face and turn the door knob.
Myself: Huuunnngghh... What's all that nooooise?... That soon in the morning...
Xyrde: Sorry. For some reason it though that it could speak today. I don't exactly know why...
I almost chuckle hearing Xyrde calling her old roomate "It".
Myself: Is it broken or something? You asked it a while ago right? Maybe it forgot or something...
Xyrde: Yeah right... I guess that's possible...
Myself: Anyway, do you want breakfast or something?
Xyrde: No no I'm fine. I already ate, and I gotta rush to work. Make sure that poor Sylviana wakes up today, the girl really need some slack.
Myself: Yeah I'll do... Good luck at work!
Xyrde: Thanks.
Xyrde opened the front door and left, leaving me with Feleyn, deseperatly grabbing her jaw with her two hands to try and open it, without any success. She look panicked, and look at me with a confused and panicked gaze. I think I'm going to play this off the longest I can, so she get accustomed to her new life.
Myself: What are you looking at slut? You're not doing dinner yet? I swear the maids are not what they used to be...
Her eyes widened, and lowering her head in defeat, went into the kitchen. I follow her, but made it seems like I didn't care for her existence, doing other things without minding her. I'm loving this, her consent is completely out of the window, but she cannot do anything about it! Footsteps coming from behind almost make me jump from my chair, but a sleepy anime girl comes in. Rectification, It's Sylviana, but her hair really looks like its coming right from an anime.
Sylviana: Good morning! Hows it going?
Suddenly, Feleyn churns at her place, as if she was punched in the gut. Sylviana does even look at her. I get it, Feleyn's secret crush for Sylviana made her feel the inversed pleasure, which means pain. And this is only by hearing Sylviana's voice? she really is a slut...
Sylviana: Is breakfast ready already? I'm starving!
Myself: Soon enough... It just have to finish it up.
Sylviana: Oh...
The smile from my roomate quickly faltered as her gaze shifted to the maid in her cooking time. Why is she like that?
Myself: You okay?
Sylviana: Yeah, yeah... It's just that sometime I wonder if it really should be considered an object... sorry to say this, but I feel sorrow every time I use her, it looks kind of inhumane you know...
Myself: I see...
It seems like Sylviana's kind attitude got carried over! That's interesting... She feels bad for ordering her around... and is feeling a social dilemna over this absurd situation. I suddenly realize that some clear liquid is dripping right below Feleyn. Did she burn herself, giving her enough pleasure to orgasm on the spot? Or hearing her secret crush threat her like she has always been a simple thing to order around... Hehehe... I'm starting to like this!
Myself: Hey slut! Why aren't you masturbating right now? I told you to do it!
Feleyn would probably have screamed if her mouth wasn't sealed shut. The masturbation making her suffer on an incredible scale of things, but she can't stop. She finally finishes up making our meals, her hand digging into her pussy fervently, making her tremble weakly.
Sylviana: Look! She look so pitiful... I know it's weird but I feel like we shouldn't be doing this to a human being... even though she really is not.
Myself: Heh! Don't worry about it! It only does that so you take pity on it! She is trying to gain control, but really, she's just grasping there. Ignore her and you should be good.
Sylviana: I-I see... Thanks Tarydie
Myself: No problem.
We eat and fills the air with playful chatter as the maid wonders what might have happened overnight for her to be threated like this. Did she fall into another dimension? Is she dreaming? Or maybe she dreamt her old like...