Whether it was the fact that I didn't clean up the mess, or that I had brought his girlfriend into it, I don't know. Either way, he definitely made me sorry. one night, he came home from somewhere and hypnotized me, convincing me that I was a hot girl who was content to spend her life cooking, cleaning and otherwise pleasing her man (him). One problem, right? Well, Brett fixed that as well. He also made me drink this funny green liquid, causing me to pass out. When I woke up, I was a drop dead gorgeous brunette in a maid's outfit, and I felt completely normal.
Right now, I'm naked - well, almost naked. I'm on all fours scrubbing the floor in my black panties and heels. Brett took my uniform away because I was a messy slob and got stains on it. Yeah right, his cum stains were my fault, right? Even now, he is sitting naked in a chair opposite, watching me stick my supple backside in the air as my breasts reached for the ground.
"Honey." I spoke up in a chirpy voice, resting on my knees.
He motioned me over and gestured to his hard cock. I knew what that meant. He wanted a hand job, or a blow job. I chose the first so I could still speak. "Do you think I could go to the shops to buy some new clothes? My old ones are a bit stained." I asked as I jerked him off.
I could feel the hypnosis ever so slowly wearing off. Equally as slowly, a plan was forming beside my battering long eyelashes.A few moments later, he orgasmed, spilling his cum all over my breasts. The pleasure must have put him in a good mood, because after I cleaned myself up, he let me go. I smiled, knowing it was a big mistake.