Mistress Dyvia
Maid for Mother's Day
May 8, 2022
Delia decides her brother needs to help their Mom a bit more and arranges for her to become a maid and help out on weekends.
To be clear, despite the main character's profession in this story, the author, is not and has not ever been a pro-domme, I am a writer, so please don't ask for a session. Also not shaming any sex workers, but I'm no more a sex worker than I am a CEO or fast food worker.
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Optional rules for the subs:
1) If you have a Master or Mistress, write their name over your crotch, if you don’t have one, consider me your mistress for the evening. I prefer lipstick on your lips over my name, but if you don’t have any, ‘Mistress Dyvia’s property’ written just over your genitals with a permanent marker will do for tonight.
2) I like ellipses, you know the three dots for melodrama… if you see them, say, “I am a sexy Maid for Mistress.” Go ahead… try it out… It feels good…. Doesn’t it…
3) One hand must always be stimulating yourself. Hard and/or wet. That’s your tribute to me.4) If you cum at the end of the story, send me a thank you.
And most importantly,
Enjoy.Mistress Dyvia Presents:
Maid for Mother’s Day
By: Mistress Dyvia
So it's Sunday, it's mother's day, and I pull up into her driveway. I took a couple breaths, it looks like Tommy was already there. Tommy is the golden child, can do no wrong. I on the other hand, no matter what I do, it could have been better, though I suppose my mother finishing it I was a pro-domme didn't go over so well, but fuck, I'm successful...
Brother has his business degree, I have my art degree. He almost makes six figures, I make more than that. He drives a fancy car, I drive a sexy car.
Yet if you were to look at moms' social media... Tommy did this, look what Tommy got. I'm so proud of Tommy. And all I get is, Delia came to visit me . Or Delia is so pretty.
But get us in person, she avoids the topic of my career like the plague. If it does come up... Well it doesn't go well.
I walked in, mom gave me a hug and showed me the card Tommy got her and the bouquet of flowers. I smelled them, they were nice, pretty sure they were from the grocery store...
Okay that was low, a lot of grocery stores have deals with nice nurseries, but dammit, I'm being petty. I brought her favorite Flowers: carnations, I had reservations to take her out to lunch at a place she's been saying that she wanted to go to for months now... I even bought her a nice coat to go in with... Yeah, I spent money on my mom, she didn't even show Tommy...
Fucking golden child...
The place was cluttered more than usual, so I started picking up. She was doting on the golden child. I asked when they would be ready, and Tommy said he had plans and couldn't make it.
Of course, I'm sitting there furious... Made plans weeks in advance, told him, he promised to be there... And nope... Other things to do.
Mom couldn't have been more understanding. After all, he's so busy and works so hard... And blah blah blah can't do anything wrong...
Me on the other hand, this place was nice, but couldn't we have reserved a spot by the window? No. No. It's fine... Have I found a man yet? Yeah, nope. Have I started looking for a real job yet? I bit my tongue, it was mother's day after all.
Getting back to the house, I cleaned her bathroom and wiped down the kitchen. She had really let the place her away from her, very unlike her.
I asked her if something was wrong. And she said she was just getting old, and unlike Tommy, she couldn't afford a maid...
And suddenly like the clouds parted as a message from the gods came to me... There were only two words I was focused on:
Tommy. Maid.
Alleluia.
Now… I didn’t exactly want to make this easy on him, but I had to give him a fair chance. I called him, and said that it was incredibly rude of him not to spend some time with his mother. It was rude to tell me he was coming after making plans, and changing them at the last minute without notice.
Well… You wouldn’t be here listening to my story if he did the write thing, or possibly even just offered a nice apology
I went to my closet and pulled a clutch that went with that dress I wore to a hair last year… found the card… I had run into an old college friend, and we chatted and tried to recruit me to her company, I turned it down… but suddenly…
I called the number, "hello?" Her voice asked.
"Hey Dyvia, is Delia. I got a favor to ask…"
Now, I don't know for sure what exactly happened, but I'm going to tell you how I'd like to think it played out.
Tommy left work, stopped at the package store, and was on his way back to his car when ten cheerleaders popped out of nowhere and tackled him to the ground. He swore at them, and they giggled as they tied him up and threw him into the back of one of their sports cars and like five sports cars raced through the night to their destination… okay, maybe it was a couple guys forcing him into a rape van, or maybe even Dyvia herself sneaking up behind him, but the idea of ten cheerleaders over-powering him is much more fun.
At that point the cheerleaders arrived and carried him into Dyvia's office, where she stopped him down to his undies and put a weird helmet over his head. And for the next 24 hours weird light patterns and subliminal sound effects altered the way his brain worked. Made him compliant…
Actually I have no idea what she did, maybe it was an actual helmet, maybe she shocked his junk into compliance… maybe she used old school hypnosis… who knows, but she was going to reprogram him…
The next day or two was filled with training to turn Tommy into the perfect made… Maia.
Work didn't fire him, I think Dyvia used her company to cover for him, or put pressure on the management… regardless it was Saturday when I finally saw Tommy again…. And at first, he seemed completely normal and fine…. But with the assurance from Dyvia, I knew he wasn't.
I showed up at his house, and knocked on the door. He answered, surprised to see me, and let me in. I told him I tried calling him all week, and he just blew me off saying he was under the weather.
I had to press, the more I asked for specifics, the more confused… then flustered, then angry he was. Once he was nice and heated, I said the trigger, a nonsensical word Dyvia told me, "sublethikon."
His body language relaxed, and he walked away from me with no emotion in his face or stride. He walked into his bedroom, reached under his bed and pulled out a big black suitcase. He opened it, and there was a lot of latex in there…. Wtf?
He spent a few minutes donning this latex catsuit that reshaped his body to very feminine proportions… he had hips, an ass, even boobs… never showing an ounce of emotion.
He put on a bright red wig that I would expect to see at a rave, and did his eye and lip makeup… I was made a bit more confused when he removed a toy, it was phallic in nature, and as he took it into his throat, stopping only when the fake lips were in front of his mouth, and made him look like he had cartoon lips. A hood came over his head, and he pulled the hair off the wig through the top giving him a red pony tail… of his face, only his name up class eyes and his cartoonist lips could be seen. He attached a collar to his neck and it said, 'Maia.'
That must be her new name. My sister-maid, Maia. I was amused.
She returned to her suitcase. She layed out a uniform on the bed, it was a maid uniform, except instead of being black and white, it was black and pink. Panties, a bra, stockings went on first. She then pulled the dress over her head, fixed her latex breasts to make some semblance of cleavage…. Next she put on high heels, very high heels. Then little lacy white gloves, a matching cap and apron. Finally she reached into her suitcase and offered me a lock and key.
I took them and she turned around. There was a point where the back of her dress, the latex catsuit, and collar all connected via a ring, once locked, nothing could be removed. I locked her in.
From what Dyvia told me, once locked, if I triggered her again, Tommy would wake up in femme mode… if triggered while unlocked she would simply remove her outfit.
"Your name is Maia?" I asked.
She inhaled deeply, and nodded her head, a female electronic voice escaped her fake lips, "yes, mistress." Another thing I was told, there was a speaker in her fake lips, if she breathed heavily through them, based on what her head was doing, there were four respondRs, "yes, mistress," and it's antithesis ,"no, mistress…" and then just in case, "I don't understand, mistress," and lastly, "how may I serve you, mistress?"
"You are to serve my mother every Sunday to clean her home, correct?"
"Yes, Mistress." The electronic voice confirmed.
"Deep cleaning?" I asked.
"Yes, Mistress."
I unlocked her padlock, and triggered her. She completely removed her Maia identity, cleaned off and stored everything in her suitcase. The suitcase went under the bed and he led me to the living room.
He stared at me, then suddenly, "I don't have all day, what do you want?"
Well that was rude, but fuck it, "gonna visit mom tomorrow, wanna come?"
He rolled his eyes, "I'm a bit busy this weekend, maybe next weekend."
"I'll swing by tomorrow if you change your mind."
He shrugged, "whatever, Delia." Dismissively.
I took that as a hint and left.
I called Mom when I got home and told her there was a surprise from me and Tommy. She wanted to know what, and I simply told her it was an extra belated mother's day gift from both of us.
Sunday morning I was at Tommy’s house. He said he still didn't have time to visit mom, so I triggered him. Maia and I left a short time later.
We arrived at Mom’s place, and Maia walked behind me as we walked up the front steps in her fetish maid clothes. I knocked before entering, and invited her in as if she were a vampire. She followed. I thought my mom was gonna freak when she saw the latex-clad maid. She maid the accusation of me forcing some poor boy and coercing them with promises of sex to come an clean her place. I of course assured her that was wrong and that Tommy was in on it too.
She eventually gave him a reluctant, “Fine.” and Maia was off. Spent the afternoon cleaning as smooch as she could until I had to leave. Mom was impressed. I told her Tommy had made arrangements to make sure that Maia would be there every Sunday for an entire year.
When I brought Maia home, I triggered her without removing the lock, she was Tommy trapped inside the Maid. I filled her in. She was losing her shit, but when she finally came down I simply asked her if she understood the rules if she wanted her trial to ever be over.
She nodded her head and breathed heavily, releasing a, “Yes, Mistress.” from her fake lips. I triggered her again, unlocked her lock and triggered her yet again, and watched as she transformed herself back into Tommy over several minutes.
And just like that, every Sunday for an entire year, I would drive Maia to visit Mom, she would clean. And Mom even admitted how well she could do it.
But then a year had passed and Mother’s day was upon us. Tommy wasn’t there, though me and Maia were. We went to dinner while Maia cleaned. And when we got back to Mom’s house, I had all three of us sit down, and I revealed who and what Maia was. Mom didn’t believe me. But then I triggered her and we watched as Maia became Tommy.
Here was some awkwardness… some yelling… and then some compromising.
I looked at Tommy, “Do you want to be free of your obligations?”
“Yes…”
I nodded my head and told him the new rules if he ever wanted to be free of his Maia personality…. Imagine my shock when Mom actually liked them… but that is a story for another day…
To be Continued… Next Mother’s Day…
Big Kiss!
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