Previously in chapter 1 and 2 by Peter 242:
Lady Sarah, a wealthy aristocrat, hires a young maid named Rosie to serve in her grand estate.
Despite her position, Sarah harbors submissive fantasies and an attraction to servitude.
Rosie, initially obedient, begins asserting subtle control over Sarah’s routines and behavior.
Sarah offers Rosie increasing authority, slipping deeper into obedience and dependence.
Their relationship shifts as Rosie grows confident and Sarah relinquishes power willingly.
Rosie begins disciplining Sarah and dressing her in a maid’s uniform as part of her duties.
Sarah is slowly removed from her position as mistress and immersed in menial household work.
Rosie moves into the master bedroom, while Sarah sleeps in the servants’ quarters.
Chapter Three – Employment Contract
Rosie had now been the mistress of the former Lady Sarah and was getting well used to the routines and the responsibility she had for the business.
She had to take care of running the household affairs, finances, maintenance of the property and the tenants living in the small houses on the premises, and maintaining the outdoor chores.
In the big house there was only she and her maid Sarah. That was adequate for the daily business and tasks to take care of.
Sarah had evolved a lot and was now so much better at her job as a maid. Still, though it was not a spoken issue. Rosie “had to” find complaints about Sarah’s work, for her to be punished several times a week. Because, as Rosie knew, that was a need deep in Sarah’s core.
Rosie started to be more outgoing, as Lady Rosie, participating in social activities.
Rosie also started searching for more knowledge in the BDSM lifestyle, to gain more knowledge of what drove Sarah in her wish to become the maid.
She began to see an opportunity to change and further tighten the bonds for her maid, Sarah.
After several weeks of study and discussing legal terms with Lady Sarah’s lawyer, she came up with an employment contract for her maid, Sarah.
The next step would be to “sell” the idea to Sarah.
One morning after breakfast, Rosie instructed Sarah to come to her office as soon as she finished cleaning the kitchen.
Rosie was busy at her desk when she heard a knock. The door opened quietly, and Sarah entered.
Sarah closed the door quietly, and then she walked towards the desk that used to be hers. She stopped 2 meters from the desk and submissively looked towards the floor, waiting for Rosie to acknowledge her presence, giving only a quick glance at the heavy wooden desk in front of her. Rosie sat behind it — upright, confident, and commanding. The contract lay before her, crisp and clinical.
The office room — once Sarah’s favorite sanctuary — felt colder than usual. The heavy velvet curtains filtered out the sun, casting the room in muted, sepia-toned shadow. The scent of old wood polish, roses from the hallway vase, and a faint undertone of leather hung in the air.
Rosie sat at the writing desk. She wore a tailored burgundy blouse tucked crisply into high-waisted trousers; all clothes formerly belonging to Sarah. They fitted her very well, Sarah thought. Her hair was swept into a clean, controlled updo.
She looked taller somehow. Or maybe it was the confidence, the quiet poise she now carried in every movement.
After 5 minutes or so, Rosie lifted her head and looked at Sarah.
“I really like our arrangement,” she said, “and you are becoming quite a good maid.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” replied Sarah, and continued, “So do I.”
Lady Rosie continued, “The government has made new general public rules for employees, rules we will have to implement here as well. That implies that we have to write an employment contract for you, describing your work, payment, and other relevant information for your work here, for me.
“I have made a contract, according to the general public rules, but added rules that more specifically govern the dynamic that are relevant to this house.
“I’ve made a few adjustments,” Rosie said, flipping to the final pages. “Just clarifications. Nothing you wouldn’t expect… for someone in your position.”
Sarah didn’t respond. She wasn’t allowed to speak unless given permission. Her heart thudded heavily in her chest.
“If you wish, you may read the full contract, and you may take your time reading it. Though I suggest you don’t dally — your duties begin the moment the ink dries.”
[Author’s note: The full contract is added at the end of this story.]
“Your lawyer, former lawyer, that is, has reviewed the contract. Since he helped draft our original agreement of the estate, he already understands the foundation of our arrangement.
“I’m sure you will find it satisfying. Or, if you so want, you can choose to trust me to have your best interest in mind and just sign at the bottom. I can tell you that the contract simply confirms I’m in charge, and you, as my maid, will work here doing my bidding.
“It also covers the compensation you will receive for your service. Further, it covers my right to spank you, as we do now, in case you violate any of my rules.
“And then there is a section covering the process, in case you want to quit working here. I don’t think that will be the case here, for you or us. But by the new law, that part has to be addressed as well, – and so it is.
“As I said, I had your lawyer go through this employment contract, as he did with our first contract, in which we made the agreement of switching roles here, when I was taking the responsibility for running this house.
“I chose to use him, as he would be familiar with the principles in our relation, and already know the ground rules in the house and our dynamics.”
Rosie looked at Sarah and could see that was a lot of information to consume.
Sarah felt uncertainties for changes she hadn’t initiated herself. She felt she needed time to consider the implications of signing the contract; time she was not offered.
Sarah stood a little uneasy on her feet, shifting weight from side to side, as if she was arguing with herself. A small bead of sweat gathered at her forehead. Her mouth was dry.
Sarah lifted her head and looked at Rosie, “You said my – your – lawyer looked this over? And he approved?”
“Yes,” said Rosie.
“I’ll sign it then,” said Sarah, and she shuffled closer to the table and reached for the papers.
“I think not,” said Rosie and looked at Sarah. Sarah’s stomach turned.
“You will read it aloud,” Rosie instructed.
“Clause by clause. Then sign. I want to hear you say every word as you surrender to them.”
Sarah’s hand trembled as she took the document and began reading.
“This Mistress-Maid Employment Agreement is entered into on this day by and between Mistress Rosie and Maid Sarah…”
Her voice shook, barely above a whisper. She felt the words lodge in her throat like stones — obedience, discipline, punishment — each one a fresh blow to what remained of her pride.
Rosie crossed one leg over the other, watching with calm satisfaction as Sarah recited terms that reduced her to little more than property.
“The Maid agrees not to remove her shoes at any time unless explicitly instructed to do so…”
“The Maid understands that punishment, once declared, is non-negotiable…”
Rosie interrupted once: “Read that last part again, slower.”
Sarah obeyed.
She imagined herself in one of the stiff uniforms Rosie had shown her yesterday — short hem, ruffled apron, heels that forced her back into a permanent curve of submission. She’d be seen, but never heard. Present, but never equal.
The contract trembled in her hands.
Her gaze lifted to Rosie, who returned the look with calm expectancy, a quiet challenge glowing behind her eyes.
When she reached the final clause — the one about nudity upon termination — her voice faltered. But Rosie said nothing, only waited.
At last, Sarah reached the end. Rosie pushed the signature page forward.
Rosie provided her with a pen and told her to put her initials at the bottom of each page and put a signature on the last page, where her name was written.
“You will sign. Then kneel with your forehead on the floor until I am ready to speak again.”
Then Sarah signed.
Sarah dipped her head and scribbled her name — Sarah Margaret Wellesley — beneath Rosie’s printed one.
First name. Then surname.
Her handwriting, usually crisp and flowing, looked faint — like a ghost of her former self written in ink.
Rosie took the pen before it touched the inkwell again, leaving no room for second thoughts. She leaned over the desk and signed her name in a bold, practiced hand.
“There,” she murmured. “All done.”
Sarah didn’t breathe. She looked down at the floor but waited, as if she was going to say something.
Then she folded forward until her cheek touched the rug.
The contract was complete.
Ownership, formalized.
Rosie took the papers, looked through them, carefully stacked the pages, and closed the folder, then put them in one of the drawers.
Rosie. “From this moment,” she said, circling the desk and stopping just behind Sarah’s chair, “you are no longer Lady Sarah. You are simply the maid.”
Then she looked at Sarah and said, “Something you want to say, Sarah?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Sarah said, “thank you, Mistress. Anything else, or do you want me to continue with my chores?”
Rosie looked at Sarah, a little smirk at the edges of her mouth, and said, “You can continue with your chores. You are already late, so be quick, or another caning will be coming your way.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” She bowed and turned to leave the room.
“I liked that,” said Rosie. “From now on you will bow when entering and leaving a room if I am in the room. Understood?”
Sarah turned by the door and said, “Yes, Mistress.” Then she bowed and turned, leaving the room, and was gone.
Rosie smiled to herself, pleasantly surprised by how smoothly it had gone. She never truly doubted Sarah would sign — but this was easier than expected.
And now, she mused, I practically have a slave girl, and I can do as I wish. Legally.