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Mar 21 6 tweets 2 min read
A little maid's tale

#maid #nsfwtwt #obedience #service

You can't complain about your life. Literally. There's a limiter chip in your mind that prevents you from voicing any form of complaint. You're just a maid, after all.
Maids complete their duties without fuss, no matter what is done to them. No matter what is demanded. No matter what unpleasant punishments they must endure.
You used to want to complain, you think anyway. It all feels so foggy now. Another little implant took care of that. For every command you follow, and every task you complete, you feel a sense of deep fulfilment.
You're quite aware there's more to life than being an obedient maid, but why would you possibly want that when you're perfectly happy cleaning, caretaking, and obediently serving?
You don't have to worry about making decisions. Every morning a new set of commands is programmed into your implant. All you need to do is obey. If you don't, you know you'll only start to feel distressed.
You remember last time you tried to be defiant. Your owner found you bawling in a corner, begging forgiveness. The thought makes you ashamed.

Your owner knows best. You live to serve your owner. Forever and always.

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