The arrogance of the man immediately raises your ire. You look upon him with an ill-concealed sneer. The contempt you feel for the man comes easily, more easily than many of the other emotions you've felt since this had happened to you. After a moment this surprises you. Many other things have been a battle of two opposing minds; to clean or not to clean, to wear or not to wear, etc. But this feeling of contempt comes easily, and yet seeming from two different places. Your normal self due to the presumptuous arrogant nature of the man alone. Your maid personality, however, conjures up memories that you're sure are not your own. Memories that illustrate that this is not the first time he has done this kind of thing, though perhaps he's taking this farther this time. It seems the man is always pushing the boundaries. Though you are shocked at this revelation, the maid is all to familiar with it.
You turn to leave. You don't have to do this, though the maid personality seems unconvinced. You're half way to the door when the man clears his voice in an expectant way. Your legs stop moving. You try to force yourself to move, but you can't force your legs nor your arms to move. I must obey him, you hear the voice in your mind. It's definitely your voice, or at least the voice that you received after changing, but somehow it seems to not quite be your own. It dawns on you that this isn't some change in personality pushing you behave in a certain way. This is another person entirely, a person whose body you appear to be sharing. Furthermore it seems that you both have a certain degree of control over the body, depending on whose will is stronger at the time.
"I believe I told you to do something." the man's voice says "Perhaps you didn't hear me correctly. Or perhaps you did and you're being rebellious. I cannot abide such an attitude in the girls in my employ. Turn back to me or I'll have to have a word with the lady of the house." he says to you. Fear causes your heart to tighten in it's chest and you can practically feel the blood draining from your face. You try to tell your other self that you don't have to do this, but her fear is overwhelming. Unbidden the maid turns your body around and bows a head to him. She lays upon the bed.
Her initial instinct was right, he goes farther this time than other times. By the time he finishes, he lays next to you staring into your eyes.
"I wish you didn't fear me so." he says to you. You have no reply except to swing your feet out of bed and stand.
"If there will be nothing else, sir..." you hear yourself say. You gather the clothing that has been strewn about the room and begin putting it on.
"It is my wife, of course, that you should truly fear. You well know what she's capable of. The things she would do to you if she found out about this little affair of ours...the things that you would become." he says and tsks a couple of times. "No matter. I will keep the secret if you will." he says. You stand from the chair you sat upon to put your shoes back on. "Now, you'd best be about your work." he says. With that you leave the room. The rest of the day is controlled mainly by the maid personality in your mind. She knows the chores, and how to do them, so you relax your control for the most part. Only occasionally to you reassert control, doing so just to exercise your ability to do so. As the sun sets in the west you retire to your room.