Story: From Alpha Female To Submissive

By Peter242

Samantha was thirty-eight and a senior executive in a finance company. Initially, she loved the job, but now, even though she was one of the most senior people in the office, she hated the pressure of the job and the responsibility.  

Hannah was Samantha's assistant. She was twenty-four but was proving herself to be exceptionally good. She was happy to take on more and more responsibility and was even starting to go to client meetings by herself and was proving to be successful in obtaining new business for the company. 

Samantha took Hannah out for lunch to discuss how things were going. It was over that lunch when Samantha had probably had a couple of drinks too much and started to open up about her desire to wind down. "The stress is really getting to me, Hannah," Samantha said. She then added, "I can never wait to get home and wind down." 

Hannah asked because she was interested, "Tell me, Samantha, how do you wind down?"

 

Story: The Job Interview. Part 4.

By Inanimate77

Amy was a little out of breath when she arrived at her new job. Looking down at her phone she noticed that she had just made it with about two minutes to spare. The college student took a moment to collect herself before ringing the doorbell.  While this might not be her dream job, she certainly did not want to make a bad first impression.

Once she had caught her breath, Amy rang the doorbell. Although Amy's things had already been moved into her room, her employer had insisted on this formality. It was supposed to signify the formal change in their relationship - the moment in which Susan officially became Amy's employer.

As Amy waited by the door, she had a brief moment of panic when she realized that she had not put the apron and cap back on. A flurry of activity quickly ensued as she frantically tried to fix her appearance before her new employer arrived at the door.

She had just managed to finish tying her apron when Susan opened the door. "You're right on time girl. I like punctuality in the help."

Amy was so discombobulated from her mad dash over that she didn't unpack what had just been said. She responded, "I’m ready and excited to get started.”

"Ma'am," Susan replied.

"Pardon?"

"I’m ready and excited to get started, Ma'am." Susan scolded her new employee. "You're in my service now. I will not tolerate any informality."

Story: Real life experience: My Summer Job. Parts 5-6.

by Melissa

Part 5. The VIP guest

The next day, I was about to start my first shift when Miss Davis, my supervisor, suddenly approached me.

"Girl," she said, "I need to talk to you."

"Of course, Miss Davis," I replied.

"I noticed your uniform is a little dirty," she said. "I think it's time you changed it."

"Yes, Miss Davis," I replied.

"I've just put out a clean uniform for you in the laundry room. You can go there, iron the new uniform, change and leave the dirty uniform in a basket. Then, when you have time after your last shift, I want you to come back to the laundry room and clean your dirty uniform." 

I went to the laundry room and found a fresh new uniform hanging on the wall. I ironed it and put it on, taking care to shine my shoes and put on a new apron. I then left my old uniform in a basket and returned to Miss Davis.

"I've finished changing, Miss Davis," I said. 

"Good girl," Miss Davis replied. "Now, I need you to start in Room 7 and clean it thoroughly. We have a VIP guest arriving later today, and I want to make sure the room is perfect. And don't forget to leave a welcome basket with fruit and snacks in the room."

"Of course, Miss Davis," I replied. "I'll get right on it."

I went to room 7 and started cleaning. I dusted the furniture, vacuumed the carpet and made the bed. Then I cleaned the bathroom, scrubbed the tub and toilet. I also changed the sheets and towels. When I'd finished, I turned around to check the room. It was spotless. I then placed a welcome basket of fruit and snacks on bed the room. I even added fresh flowers in a vase. Miss Davis came to check the room and, apart from a few stains of dirt I hadn't noticed in the bathroom, she didn't criticize my work. She even nodded approvingly when she saw the flowers.

Story: Real life experience: My Summer Job. Parts 3-4.

by Melissa

Part 3. First day at work 

My supervisor, Miss Davis, first took me to the laundry room and told me to take a cleaning cart. It had been prepared and contained everything I would need to clean the rooms. As I pushed the cart behind her, Miss Davis explained, "Now, girl, let's discuss our cleaning standards. The rooms must be spotless. No dust anywhere. Sheets must be changed whenever necessary and towels must be fresh. And the bathroom must be cleaned."

"I understand, Miss Davis," I said.

"Now let's go to your first room," said Miss Davis. She led me to a room and said, "This is room 03. It's been occupied by a guest, so it's been used before. But you must clean it again to our standards."

"Yes, Miss Davis," I replied.

"Now, if there's no 'Do Not Disturb' sign visible, knock on the door, say 'Cleaning Service' and wait for the reply. If you're invited in, enter the room, greet the guest and ask if you can clean the room. If there is no answer, take the master key, open the door and start cleaning the empty room." 

I went to room 03 and knocked on the door. No one reacted, so we went in. The room was empty and I started to clean. Miss Davis watched me intently.

"You're not doing it right, girl," Miss Davis told me. "You're not using enough elbow grease."

"I'm sorry, Miss Davis," I said, "I'll make an effort."

I cleaned the room again, this time with more effort.

Story: Real life experience: My Summer Job. Parts 1-2.

by Melissa

Author's note: the following is the account of a real-life experience I had during my 2023 summer vacation. Most names and some details have been changed to protect the privacy of those involved. The location is also left deliberately vague for the same reason.

Part 1. The arrival.

For my husband and me, the latest months had been stressful at our respective jobs and we were really looking forward to a real summer break. My husband, especially, was on the verge of burnout and really needed a radical change to recharge his batteries. I had therefore booked a room in a small old-fashioned hotel in the middle of the forest. I did chose that place, because it was advertised as being without neither internet nor mobile network and seemed therefore perfect for a social media detox. We had booked for a three-week stay.

On the way to the hotel, we took a wrong turn at a crossroads and quickly got lost. We were supposed to come before 8 p.m., but it was pretty obvious that we were not going to make it in time. I took my mobile phone and called the landline of the hotel.

"Good afternoon, Forest Hotel, this is Linda." Linda Roberts was the manageress of the hotel I had already been in contact with her for the booking.

"Good afternoon Linda, this is Melissa Brown", I said, "I have booked a room for my Husband and me. We are on our way, but we took a wrong road and are going to be late. We probably won't make it before 9 p.m."

"That's quite all right, Mrs Brown, I will wait for your arrival. Don't worry."

"Thank you Linda. I hope it won't be an inconvenience."

"Not at all, Mrs Brown. I'm glad to be of service."

When we finally arrived in front of the hotel, it was around 10.30 p.m. We quickly parked the car and went inside to check in. Linda, the manageress, was waiting for us. We could see she was disabled, because she sat in a wheelchair.

Story: Imposter Syndrome. Chapter 4.

by Jackie J

Jen could not be sure how long it had been, the memories seemed rather distant, but strangely, also quite recent. Hard for her to believe that she ever lived such a tainted existence. Having to hide away, feeling wretched about herself. Jen still had the dreams, but less and less. Dreams of living in luxury but not deserving any of it, living in fear of being discovered, sometimes it seemed so real, like she was another person. Jen knows that is why she had to be conditioned, and that before her conditioning, Jen was pretending to be someone she wasn’t. Jen did not know how she knew that, but she did.

Thankfully under the care of Doctor James, and her conditioning by Miss Ruskin, those destressing delusions have all but disappeared and Jen knows those dreams to be just that, dreams, and nothing more.

It is all quite vague for Jen, and she doesn’t like to think about it, but her life was very different before she came to work for her Mistress, at least she thinks it was, Jen gets confused about it all, and is not really sure. Miss Ruskin tells her that all she needs to know is that she deserves to be one of her maids and that she shouldn’t worry about anything else. Miss Ruskin tells Jen what to do, when to do, and how to do everything, which is good, because Jen gets very nervous and unsure quite a lot.

Being a cleaner was hard at first, but Jen knew that it was all she deserved to be, Miss Ruskin always reminding her of that. Jen is now a housemaid and knows that she deserves to be one of her Mistresses housemaids. Jen was a good cleaner, and now she must be a good housemaid for Miss Ruskin and her Mistress, and she will be.

Story: The Job Interview. Part 3.

by Inanimate77 

Although it had been a couple days since Amy had traveled to Stich n'Time to get fitted for her maid uniform, things had begun to move quickly. Amy had met Susan for lunch where she revealed all the documents that she needed to sign. It seemed a bit much at the time, but Susan had assured Amy that the paperwork was necessary given it was a live-in position. The inch thick pile of papers required her to sign over 20 times during their lunch. 

Susan did not rush Amy and encouraged her to read through the documents but after reading through the fourth or fifth page of legal mumbo jumbo, Amy just started signing things. It was enough to make her brain hurt. The college student justified her actions by the simple fact that she was out of options. Her lease was up and she needed to move out now or risk having her landlord throw her stuff out on the street. Susan's patience and professionalism provided her with a lot of comfort. 

That trust seemed well placed when the next day movers showed up at Amy's apartment to pack up her things and get them over to Susan's home. They only left her with a few basic necessities to make it through the next few days before her official start date. Susan did not feel it was appropriate to have Amy living in her home until she started working. 

The day before Amy was to start she received several texts from Susan with instructions. She expected Amy to arrive and begin working at noon the next day. Amy's employer also mentioned that Amy could come by in the morning to drop off the remainder of her things. The final text from Susan informed Amy that she had an appointment with the seamstress at 10:00 in the morning to pick up her uniforms.