I've been really feeling maid stuff but also wanted to do something a little longer than usual. This was the result. Not my favorite manip but it isn't too shabby.
Transcript: :Dear Diary, Mother and Father finally allowed me to move out of the mansion. I mean honestly they paid my whole way through college and simply expected me to live in that dusty old, place letting my potential go to waste? I took up a nice new estate, not nearly as luxurious as my family's house but at least it is my own, in fact if I have to see another century old family portrait or hear one more story regarding our family's "Glorious Legacy" I'm quite sure that I'll do something very much unladylike. Now that I am free from their shackles I can do my very own work, really get my hands dirty and make a name for myself, well obviously not too dirty, I am a lady of high society after all. I had a thought earlier, quite the brilliant one. Using my education in fashion design I want to make the world's first clothing brand designed for Anthros as well as Humans. It is quite about time that some larger businesses acknowledge that nowadays one isn't inferior just because they have fur. I'm certain this will not only make me famous, it may even place me in the history books. :Dear Diary, I worried recently that had I hired an Anthro servant to take care of the house people wouldn't take what my brand stands for very seriously. Due to that I made a point to hire a Human. Even still the man I hired, James, was quite honestly perfect for the job. A hard worker, makes a divine cup of tea, quick with a witty remark, and might I say he is quite handsome indeed. He is living here in the house with me. I do hope he's comfortable. :Dear Diary, I completed work on a few more of my designs. I've started with a summer line as I think Anthros and Humans alike would appreciate a breathable yet stylish set of clothes. I fear making colder weather attire will be difficult as I will have to keep Humans warm while not overheating any customer with fur. Oh and a curious package arrived in the mail for me, it was sent anonymously so I assumed my parents sent it, they usually send mail anonymously due to being paranoid that someone will steal it. However the contents were odd, I recognized it as a maid's uniform (though missing a few pieces). Perhaps Mother and Father thought I was going to hire a woman? Either way the material is very soft yet looks very beautiful. It doesn't seem to be a cheap replica. James, ever the charmer, upon seeing it jokingly asked if I'd like him to wear it. I laughed so hard I nearly spilled his delicious tea, :Dear Diary, I do not take pride in admitting it but I did something rather unbecoming of a woman such as myself. I'm embarrassed even thinking about it. I'll just leave it at this. The Maid Uniform fit perfectly on me and was extremely comfortable to wear. I nearly decided to wear it around the house until i remembered that it was the clothing of the help, not to mention my exposed breasts and buttocks, :Dear Diary, I'll admit today I'm feeling quite embarrassed. James said something today, as he served me tea, that was for a lack of better terms racist. At least somewhat. He told me he liked my hair because it looked more like a Human's than an Anthro's. I feel like if anyone else had said that I would've snapped but instead I became flustered. Without a word I got up, brought my tea to my bedroom, put on my uniform, or rather the Maid Uniform, and I relieved myself. I poured James' tea, into my lap, doing the best not to get any on my uniform, and then finished with a humiliatingly loud moan as I screamed James' name. After I was done I licked the tea off of my floor like a dog but it was so delicious, even mixed with my fluids… :Dear Diary. This week is the start of James' vacation, I had to stop myself from begging him not to leave. However now that he was gone I was free to do the degenerate things I had been avoiding for weeks. I slipped into my uniform and walked around the house, it felt liberating, more than that it felt correct, like I should've been wearing it all along. I even played pretend, like a child and did some chores, it was fun. I searched the package it came in for some kind of identifier as to where it came from and ordered more from the business. That way I can wear them multiple days in a row without accumulating too much stench. A good maid has to be clean after all. Or rather a lady such as myself should be clean. :Dear Diary, I realized today that now that James is gone he can't make me his delicious tea. I searched the whole kitchen and scrambled to recreate it to no success. But I know why, the cream, there was none in the kitchen at all. Makes sense that'd be the secret ingredient, kitties love their cream. :He's still gone. Why wouldn't he come back? Am I a bad girl? Humans don't like bad pets... Maybe if I'm a good girl Master will come back? I'll clean the whole house, I'll make him sweets, I'll drain his heavenly human balls, anything. This furry little maid slut just wants her Master.
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Maybe a second post from James’ perspective detailing how he brainwashed her? If it was his doing, that is
Yes please! That’d be fun
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the first time i got off on something furry. not going to develop anything but damn
That's what they all say.
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:Dear Diary, Mother and Father finally allowed me to move out of the mansion. I mean honestly they paid my whole way through college and simply expected me to live in that dusty old, place letting my potential go to waste? I took up a nice new estate, not nearly as luxurious as my family's house but at least it is my own, in fact if I have to see another century old family portrait or hear one more story regarding our family's "Glorious Legacy" I'm quite sure that I'll do something very much unladylike. Now that I am free from their shackles I can do my very own work, really get my hands dirty and make a name for myself, well obviously not too dirty, I am a lady of high society after all. I had a thought earlier, quite the brilliant one. Using my education in fashion design I want to make the world's first clothing brand designed for Anthros as well as Humans. It is quite about time that some larger businesses acknowledge that nowadays one isn't inferior just because they have fur. I'm certain this will not only make me famous, it may even place me in the history books.
:Dear Diary, I worried recently that had I hired an Anthro servant to take care of the house people wouldn't take what my brand stands for very seriously. Due to that I made a point to hire a Human. Even still the man I hired, James, was quite honestly perfect for the job. A hard worker, makes a divine cup of tea, quick with a witty remark, and might I say he is quite handsome indeed. He is living here in the house with me. I do hope he's comfortable.
:Dear Diary, I completed work on a few more of my designs. I've started with a summer line as I think Anthros and Humans alike would appreciate a breathable yet stylish set of clothes. I fear making colder weather attire will be difficult as I will have to keep Humans warm while not overheating any customer with fur. Oh and a curious package arrived in the mail for me, it was sent anonymously so I assumed my parents sent it, they usually send mail anonymously due to being paranoid that someone will steal it. However the contents were odd, I recognized it as a maid's uniform (though missing a few pieces). Perhaps Mother and Father thought I was going to hire a woman? Either way the material is very soft yet looks very beautiful. It doesn't seem to be a cheap replica. James, ever the charmer, upon seeing it jokingly asked if I'd like him to wear it. I laughed so hard I nearly spilled his delicious tea,
:Dear Diary, I do not take pride in admitting it but I did something rather unbecoming of a woman such as myself. I'm embarrassed even thinking about it. I'll just leave it at this. The Maid Uniform fit perfectly on me and was extremely comfortable to wear. I nearly decided to wear it around the house until i remembered that it was the clothing of the help, not to mention my exposed breasts and buttocks,
:Dear Diary, I'll admit today I'm feeling quite embarrassed. James said something today, as he served me tea, that was for a lack of better terms racist. At least somewhat. He told me he liked my hair because it looked more like a Human's than an Anthro's. I feel like if anyone else had said that I would've snapped but instead I became flustered. Without a word I got up, brought my tea to my bedroom, put on my uniform, or rather the Maid Uniform, and I relieved myself. I poured James' tea, into my lap, doing the best not to get any on my uniform, and then finished with a humiliatingly loud moan as I screamed James' name. After I was done I licked the tea off of my floor like a dog but it was so delicious, even mixed with my fluids…
:Dear Diary. This week is the start of James' vacation, I had to stop myself from begging him not to leave. However now that he was gone I was free to do the degenerate things I had been avoiding for weeks. I slipped into my uniform and walked around the house, it felt liberating, more than that it felt correct, like I should've been wearing it all along. I even played pretend, like a child and did some chores, it was fun. I searched the package it came in for some kind of identifier as to where it came from and ordered more from the business. That way I can wear them multiple days in a row without accumulating too much stench. A good maid has to be clean after all. Or rather a lady such as myself should be clean.
:Dear Diary, I realized today that now that James is gone he can't make me his delicious tea. I searched the whole kitchen and scrambled to recreate it to no success. But I know why, the cream, there was none in the kitchen at all. Makes sense that'd be the secret ingredient, kitties love their cream. :He's still gone. Why wouldn't he come back? Am I a bad girl? Humans don't like bad pets... Maybe if I'm a good girl Master will come back? I'll clean the whole house, I'll make him sweets, I'll drain his heavenly human balls, anything. This furry little maid slut just wants her Master.
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Maybe a second post from James’ perspective detailing how he brainwashed her? If it was his doing, that is
This please! And a fragment of what happened after James returned from his vacation!