Daddy's Home - Chapter 9
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âHappy birthday, my maid!âÂ
The Maid hadnât been sure what to expect, but this wasnât it. Daddyâs rewards always came with a catch, sometimes worse than the punishments. When heâd promised to give her a special surprise for her birthday, she was suspicious.Â
The spa theyâd pulled up to, though, looked pretty genuine. âRainy Day Spaâ was on the sign, and the entrance smelled of incense and perfume.Â
âThereâs no trick?â she asked, even though questioning Daddy wasnât wise.
Daddy beamed, explaining, âA friend of mine owns this place. Youâre going to get the works. Nothing but the best for my Maid.â Leaning in, he squeezed the back of the Maidâs diaper beneath her skirt, adding, âThey know about your special underwear, so no need to feel embarrassed.âÂ
âWow!â Given how her life had been going lately, a relaxing day at the spa seemed like a huge relief.Â
Pausing, Daddy raised an eyebrow at her, waiting for something else. âAnd what do we say when people get us gifts?âÂ
Oh, right. âThank you, Daddy!âÂ
âIâll be back to pick you up when youâre done,â Daddy said, retrieving his keys from his pocket and walking back through the entrance. âHave a lovely time, doll!âÂ
The Maid might have been confused by the pet name Daddy gave her, but she was too busy being excited for her spa day. She hadnât had a proper spa day in ages. Since before Daddy came home, really.Â
As Daddy left, a woman came out from the back carrying a robe and a martini, gesturing with the latter to follow her. âCome with me, dear, weâll get you all taken care of.âÂ
The Maid greedily accepted the martini, sipping a bit off the top. Boozy - maybe even really boozy - with just a touch of lemon. Perfect. Her standards were maybe a bit low, since she hadnât had a proper martini in a long time and couldnât quite remember what a great one tasted like, but even with a slightly bitter aftertaste it was something worth savoring.Â
Following the woman back into a massage room, she took another sip of the martini before disrobing. As much as Daddy has robbed her of her dignity over the past weeks, she felt no shame about taking off her blouse and skirt in front of a stranger, exposing her slightly damp diaper and even taking off her bra.Â
âShould I leave this on?â she asked, gesturing to her diaper.
âWeâll get you changed before we go to the steam room,â the woman said, squirting coconut oil from a bottle into her hands. âNow, lay down for your massage, and letâs see if we canât get you to relax a little.â
The Maid drained the rest of her martini. If she was going to get one opportunity a year to get a little tipsy, sheâd take it - And, something told her, they would happily give her as many as she asked for throughout the day. This seemed like the sort of spa where she could get what she wanted, no questions asked. Laying face down on the massage table, she relaxed, letting the woman do her work.
It was magical. Already a little lightheaded from the booze, the Maid sank into the massage, feeling tension in her shoulders get worked out that she hadnât realized was even there. She practically melted on the table as the woman rubbed out knots in her shoulders and back. It was a delirious experience, rendering her thoughts almost incoherent with relaxation as her conscious mind slipped away.
By the time she realized she wasnât just relaxed from the massage, she couldnât move, and her mind was in such a fog that she couldnât remember why that paralysis would be confusing.Â
âCan you hear me?âÂ
The voice came from a mile away, faint and distant. The Maid just let out a small, relaxed moan.Â
âDonât worry. Youâll be asleep, soon, and when you wake up youâll be all better.âÂ
I wonder who sheâs talking toâŠ
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The Maid woke up as slowly as sheâd fallen asleep. She was lying on a soft, plush bed, silk sheets and downy pillows all around her. It was nice.
She wanted to get back to her spa day. I wonder if they have a steam room? Sheâd been excited about it. It had beenâŠ
Wait, did they drug me?
It only made sense, they must have. She had passed out in the middle of a massage. But why?Â
Sitting up, she looked around the room she was in. Clean, organized, it was⊠a hospital room.Â
Why am I in a hospital room?
Sitting up, she called out, âHello?âÂ
A nurse showed up a moment later, holding a clipboard. âOh, youâre awake. How are you feeling?â
âW-what happened?â the Maid stammered.Â
âEverythingâs fine,â the nurse assured her. âYouâve got nothing to be worried about. Let me go get your Daddy, heâll explain everything.âÂ
At the mention of Daddy, the Maid started to understand. Heâd planned this. Maybe sheâd done something wrong, maybe he just felt like punishing her, but heâd arranged for this⊠whatever this was⊠to happen.Â
Swallowing, she waited for him to arrive, still feeling a little numb from the drugs.Â
Someone knocked on the door and stepped inside. Daddy. âMorning, sleepyhead.âÂ
âWhere am I?âÂ
âA little cosmetic facility, on the edge of town,â Daddy explained, beaming. âI realized something, a few days ago.âÂ
Swallowing, the Maid asked, âUm⊠what was that?â
âThat no matter how obedient you are, you never would have been the perfect Maid,â Daddy explained. âItâs not your fault. You didnât do anything wrong, there were just a few shortcomings that had to be corrected.âÂ
âWhat did you do?â The question was dangerously close to back talk, but she was starting to feel scared.Â
âI corrected them,â Daddy explained. Walking over to the bedside stand, he pulled out a drawer and took out a mirror. âTake a look for yourself.âÂ
Hands shaking, the Maid took the mirror, held it up, and inspected herself.Â
At first glance, she almost didnât recognize her own face. Her lips had almost doubled in size, round, plump, and cherry red, as though she were wearing lipstick. Wiping at her mouth, nothing came away - the color was permanent.Â
To match the lipstick, eyeliner had been tattooed around her eyes, along with eyebrow âmakeupâ that was equally permanent, and long lash extensions. Even a subtle blush had been tattooed on her cheeks, a faint pink that blended into her skin. Combined, it gave her whole face a doll-like appearance, like a toy that could be found in the pink aisle of any department store.Â
That wasnât all. Looking down, she didnât need a mirror to finally notice her chest - her breasts, already considerable, had gone up a couple sizes, and even beneath the diaper that was taped around her hips, she could recognize that her butt had been extended at least as much. She had been given proportions that were almost unreasonable, the kind that normally had to be photoshopped onto people for magazine covers.Â
âIâŠâ she started to say.Â
âOne more thing,â Daddy said, simply. âThough⊠you wonât be able to see it. Close your eyes.âÂ
Hesitant, but fearing the repercussions of disobedience, the Maid obeyed, shutting her eyes firmly. A couple seconds passed, and she heard the âclickâ of a cell phone camera mimicking a shutter.Â
âHere, you can look,â Daddy said, spinning around his phone so that she could see. The maid opened her eyes and looked, cheeks turning pinker as she read.Â
Her eyelids had been tattooed, each with a word. Together, it read, âDaddyâs Dollâ.Â
âNow, everyone will know exactly what you are, and exactly who you belong to,â Daddy said, smiling. âYou really will be the perfect Maid for me. Isnât that nice?â
Throat dry, the Maid nodded, not knowing what else to say.Â
âNow, I believe you had your spa day interrupted. Come with me, weâll let you finish the rest of your birthday present.â Daddy offered a hand to help her out of bed. âNo more surprises, I promise.âÂ