S.L - The Matriarch Pt. 02

"You look very smart darling, much better than your slutty clothes. You look like you earn a living, and actually know what a hard day's work is!"

"I know what a hard day's work is, mom, I did have to study for exams back in high school." Yasmin defiantly answered back. "And I'm not going to wear this outfit so you can either buy me some proper clothes, give me back my old clothes, or otherwise I'd rather be naked at home than dress like a servant."

"Firstly, I thought I told you to call me maman, not 'mom'. Secondly you are to do what I say. If I want you to wear that housekeeper outfit when you do your chores, that is exactly what you shall do. If you argue any further than there shall be a spanking awaiting for you when you get home, or if you prefer I could just cut you off here and now. See how far you get by yourself with no money, home, and just a slutty skirt and crop top as your only possessions..."

Yasmin didn't actually think the woman would just abandon her, however memories of the spanking from last night and the dangerous tone of her mother's voice made her think twice. 'Maybe I should just accept it... it's not so bad and only for a month at most until I earn back my old clothes. I will just be careful I'm not seen dressed in it by anyone but mom.

"Sorry maman. Okay I'll wear it..." Yasmin replied, reluctantly agreeing.

"Good girl, no need to change out of it, I'm sure they wouldn't mind you wearing it out the store after we buy it. We'll get a couple of extra spares too."

'The bitch is seriously going to make me wear this out in public. People will think I actually work as a housekeeper though it's probably not any more embarrassing than the dumb slutty outfit mom made me wear here. I suppose at least with the longer skirt I won't have to worry about my lack of panties...' Yasmin thought sullenly as she followed her mother to the cashier to pay.

"As punishment for your little outburst and sulkiness, you shall be walking home." Fatema told her daughter in the car park.

"What! No..." Yasmin began to protest but saw the look on her mom's face and realised arguing again would just make matters worse. So, she moodily watched the woman get back into the car and drive off, leaving her behind to walk home dressed as a housekeeper. The girl swore loudly in frustration, then started the trek back. It wasn't too far of a walk until she got back into the suburbs, but, going pass all the large houses with wealthy inhabitants, she was embarrassed every time she passed another pedestrian who must assume she merely worked, rather than lived, in such a house.

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Fatema was going to drive straight home, however the thought of the sexy maid outfits she had seen online the night before kept popping into her mind. Despite liking how her daughter looked in the drab housekeeper uniform, especially because she knew how much the girl hated it, the woman couldn't help but wonder what Yasmin would look like dressed in one of the sexy maid outfits. Forcing her daughter to wear the skimpy crop top and plaid skirt had surprisingly thrilled her, having enjoyed going through her daughter's confiscated clothes for the sluttiest combination she could find, and especially enjoying the embarrassment it had caused the girl. A slutty maid outfit was sure to have a similar effect, and there wasn't any harm in looking...

Fatema stopped on the side of the road to put into the satnav the address of the sex store she had noted down the night before.

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The Persian woman felt strangely excited as she entered the sex store, never having been in such a place before as she always had zero interest in such things when she had been married to her lazy American ex-husband. Now with a purpose to going into one, she felt intrigued as she looked over shelves of sex toys and racks of sexy outfits, some of which were displayed on mannequins. Finding maid costumes wasn't hard as the store had plenty of them, but picking one from such a variety was difficult as she looked over each one and imagined how her daughter would look dressed in it.

She finally settled on one which was like a pornification of a French maid outfit which consisted of a black bralette with a strip of frilly embroidered white lace across the top, coupled with an extremely short high-waisted black skirt with a hemline of frilly white lace, and a tiny little white lace apron sewn on the front. The skirt was meant to be worn high enough to cover the belly button, but was so short that the wear's underbutt would be exposed, or more if bending forward! The outfit was completed by some accessories including stay-up fishnet stockings, pretty black lace fingerless gloves, and a cute white maid headpiece with a black bow. Fatema remembered her daughter had a pair of black four-inch heels which would go perfectly with the costume.

She excitedly took the outfit to the cashier, amused to think how shocked Yasmin would be when she was shown the costume however on the way was distracted by a mannequin. The female figure had leather cuffs around its wrists and ankles, each with little rings where chains could be clipped, as well as a collar with a ring for clipping on a lease. She wasn't sure why, but Fatema was tempted by the bondage items, imagining her teenage daughter dressed in such a way however resisted the urge to buy the set. 'I'm just getting caught up in the excitement... and I can always come back for them if needed...' the woman thought, not having ever been interested in such things before but finding exercising her dominance on her daughter was thrilling.

However, despite resisting the cuffs, she still picked up a collar which included a padlock and lease. The collar was black leather with a buckle at the back, which could be secured with the padlock, and a hoop at the front which the lease could be clipped.

'Perhaps if the little slut wore this she will remember she's MY daughter and should be obedient and respectful to me at all times. It wouldn't even be necessary to take off as the lock would be hidden beneath her hair in public. Still would look a little strange but it's the kind of thing those emo teens wear nowadays so wouldn't turn too many eyes...' Fatema thought, finding she liked the perspective of looking on the teenager like she was her property and found it appropriate that the girl therefore should wear some signifier of her mother's ownership.

Fatema almost got distracted again by a display of implements that seemed to be used for spanking like paddles, canes, and riding crops but resisted the temptation as she felt the palm of her hand, clad in her leather gloves, was perfectly sufficient, though she could always come back to get one of the tools if she found she wanted a bit of variety. She paid for the things, with the cashier seeming intrigued with who the beautiful woman was buying them for, as it was clear the maid costume wasn't her size, but Fatema just chuckled mysteriously, not going to tell the clerk it was for training her lazy disrespectful daughter.

Fatema decided she would take the cost of the costume and collar out of Yasmin's wages alongside the housekeeper uniform, thinking it was only fair the girl paid as she shall be the one wearing all the stuff.

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The walk had been good for Yasmin, but she hated it. Being dressed in the drab uniform of a domestic maid in public had made her feel belittled, thinking how passers-by must have seen her as a low-income worker rather than wealthy fashionable teen. The walk gave her time to ponder what her mother had said, and though silently fuming, she did begin to accept that she had been selfishly lazy and should do more to help around the house, however her bitchy behaviour certainly did not warrant the extreme response her mother had taken. 'How many other moms would force their daughters to dress in frumpy maid uniforms to do chores at home. Sure, I agreed to be the 'maid' for a month, but the bitch is making this ridiculous! Forced nakedness, bathing her, all that kneeling shit, and now this! Almost like she has some kind of weird fetish for this kind of thing... but if she wants to get all freaky after dad ditched us, I wish she found some dyke rather than me!"

When Yasmin arrived home, she heard her mother call her into the kitchen.

"That maid uniform looks perfect on you darling." Fatema said, looking the teen up and down, and smiling to herself at how unflattering the maid uniform looked on her otherwise very pretty daughter. The Persian mother could tell the teen still hated it but that only made the woman love it even more. She wanted the girl to hate it. She wanted it to feel worse than being naked had felt and that seemed to be the case. Though as much as she enjoyed seeing the spoilt daughter dressed drably as a domestic worker, she was itching to see her in the slutty outfit she planned to introduce to the teen that evening.

"It'll help make you take your role as a maid more seriously. I want you to remember this is for your benefit, as your current attitude would mean you'd fail college if you went, and never succeed in any job. However, if you do well in your role as a maid for a month, then it'll prove you've changed for the better."

Yasmin reluctantly listened, feigning politeness and resisting the urge to respond rashly. She wished the woman didn't keep acting like this was all for her benefit and that she should be thankful for this arrangement she had been forced into! However, whilst reflecting on that morning and the day before, and imagining what an entire month of it would be like, she couldn't help remembering her mom's naked body in the bathroom, especially her beautifully rich olive skin and large breasts. The teen quickly pushed the weird intrusive thought from her mind, and as much as having her clothes taken away and replaced by the drab uniform pissed her off, she knew she had not better alternative then agreeing with her mother.

"Yes maman. I will take this chance to improve my attitude, and do a good job as your maid." Yasmin said but thought 'If I'm good for a few days and go along with it I'm sure she'll just grow bored of this dumb game. At least if I'm well behaved I shouldn't get another fucking spanking...'

"Very good Yasmin. As well as being my maid, you'll still be my daughter, so I expect the obligations of that role to be fulfilled to my expectations also."

Yasmin nodded, not sure exactly what these expectations were. 'Perhaps washing my mom's hair falls under my so-called obligations as a daughter rather than maid? That seems to make some twisted sense...'

"Now darling, I want to get some pictures of you as you progress from the unruly teen you have been to the obedient servant and good daughter I'm sure you'll be at the end of the month." Fatema picked up her phone from the kitchen counter, and began to take photos of the teen.

"Mom...sorry.. maman, do you really need to do that? This uniform is so ugly, and I look frumpy in it." The humiliated teen protested but Fatema ignored her, continuing to take photos of her daughter in the ugly uniform. The girl wasn't smiling but Fatema preferred the girl's clearly mortified expression.

"Please can we not do photos!" Yasmin pleaded.

Fatema, thinking she should punish the girl for such continued outbursts, decide to let it slide for now, but told her "Be quiet and kneel on the floor maid."

Yasmin scowled but knelt down as instructed, resolving in her commitment to be well behaved until this weirdness blew over. Fatema looked down at the taller girl, smirking to see her sat on the kitchen floor, dressed as a servant, with her normally defiant eyes downcast in humiliation.

She took several pictures before saying "Now look up at me but do not smile."

Yasmin obeyed, restraining her anger and looking up at her mom with an expression of defeated forlornness. Fatema was pleased with how sad, drab, and humbled her once surly and slutty daughter looked now. Still a mother knows her daughter, and she could still see the fire of anger the girl was trying so hard to hide.

"Yes Yasmin, I understand you hate this but think photographing your journey is important. I will be taking lots of photos of you as you learn your place over the next month. I want to document every step of your evolution from a skanky little slut to a perfect daughter. I know you have potential and, having neglected my duty long enough to see you become a spoilt selfish brat, I am going to ensure that you do not fail. Now go and get the washing in and iron it whilst I prepare dinner."

Yasmin was relieved that the photo shoot was over but inwardly groaned at there being more chores for her to do that day, however she rose to her feet and went out into the back garden. She hoped that the girl next door didn't see her out the window again. It had been embarrassing enough to be caught hanging out the laundry naked, but Yasmin felt it would be even more humiliating to be seen dressed in a maid uniform in her own garden.

Fatema began to prepare dinner, thinking about what Yasmin's days would be like from now, and couldn't help but shiver when she imagined her hot little daughter in the slutty maid costume she was planning on getting her to wear that evening. She fantasied about the girl not just wearing the costume, but bent over her lap in it, with Yasmin squirming and struggling as she spanked her sweet bubble ass red with her leather gloved hand.

Fatema likes cooking, and found she enjoyed it even more knowing she could leave her used utensils and pots on the counter for her maid to wash up after dinner, with the woman even finding herself using more different bowels and mixing spoons than was necessary. When she had the evening meal, ghormeh sabzi, almost ready, she called Yasmin in from the lounge where the girl was still ironing.

A few moments later Yasmin stood in front of her. "Yes maman? I hadn't quite finished with the ironing..." The teen said, afraid her mother was expecting her to be done already, and was going to punish her for not doing a good enough job.

"We will be eating soon. After you lay the table, you can call your working day as a maid done. I will say I am impressed you have been keeping your complaints to yourself. You will do well to keep doing so."

"Thank you maman, will do." Yasmin said, not sure how long she could keep her complaints to herself if the woman continued to humiliate her with things like unflattening photoshoots.

"Once you have set the table for us, take off your uniform and fold it neatly on the chair beside where you sit. You will be eating with me as my daughter and not the maid. I hope we shall have a pleasant meal, otherwise you'll be eating whilst kneeling on the floor."

Yasmin did as she was told, laying the table then stripping out the uniform, finding that she was glad to be out the dowdy clothes and naked again. 'How fucked up is the situation when I'm actually relieved to be naked in front of mom whilst having dinner...'

Fatema entered, carrying steaming bowls of the Persian food. They ate, Fatema chatting like everything was normal whilst stealing looks at her slender daughter, savouring her sexy body with her small perky breasts and dark nipples. 'Maybe I'm starting to enjoy this too much... this is all for Yasmin's benefit but what's wrong with admiring my daughter's body. I did make it after all...'

Yasmin, no doubt remembering the threat of her having to eat whilst kneeling on the floor, did her best to keep up her end of the friendly conversation, and told her mom some celebrity gossip she had read a few days ago. Fatema didn't care about American celebrities, but Yasmin knew the woman enjoyed disapproving of their lifestyles.

After they finished the meal, Fatema showed her daughter a notepad where she had noted down some instructions for Yasmin's new routine.

"Each morning you shall get up and dress in your uniform, and have breakfast ready for me to have before I start work. On days I work at the office, you will stay in uniform the entire day. On days I work from home I may have you naked or in uniform. You will have a list each day of things that you will do as the maid. You will have a short break for lunch, and then ensure you have finished you day's chores for dinner time each day where you will disrobe and take the meal naked as my daughter.

Though your job as a maid will be done for the day, you still have responsibilities as a daughter which includes doing the washing up after dinner, preparing me my bath, and anything else I require of you, but otherwise you can spend your evenings how you wish."

Yasmin listened, looking a little sulky but raising no objections. Fatema was pleased and smiled at the girl's acceptance of the new rules. "Great, if we're all agreed darling, you know what to do..."

The naked teen looked confused, then realised that it was the washing up her mom was referring to. She stood up and gathered the dirty plates, taking them to the kitchen where she groaned at all the utensils she needed to wash up. Now she was in her 'daughter' role rather than 'maid' role she hoped her chores would be finished for the day but looked like her work was never done as she begrudgingly filled the washing up bowl with soapy water. She supposed it was fair as her mother had done the cooking, so didn't seem unreasonable she would do the washing up... 'This is one of the little things I should have just been doing before. It wouldn't have killed me and a few helpful gestures like this probably would have prevented mom from taking this ridiculously drastic action to improve my so-called attitude. Now this is just another thing I have to deal with on top of all the other shit.'

Fatema had watched her daughter leave the dining room, smirking in satisfaction, and couldn't help but notice the mixed heritage girl's retreating butt. She couldn't wait to see her tall slender daughter in the little surprise she had in store for her later.

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After finishing washing up, Yasmin spent the rest of the evening in her bedroom, reading a book as her phone and laptop were still confiscated though she hoped, if she behaved well, Fatema would give her these back soon and not make her go the full month without them. It didn't feel long however until her mom was calling her to go run her bath.

Having filled the bath with warm water and bubbly bath soak, Yasmin knelt on the bathroom floor again which was a position she was annoyed to find she was beginning to get used to. Fatema tied her long dark brown hair up so not to get it wet, then undressed and climbed into the tub. The watching girl couldn't help gaze at the woman's plump ass, watching it disappear beneath the bubbles of the water as she sat down, then her eyes lingered on her mom's large breasts with their dark areola and small nipples. 'Ugh, what am I thinking... all this weirdness must be getting to me...' Yasmin thought, averting her eyes to instead fixedly stare at the sink, hoping that her mom hadn't noticed her gazing at her naked body.

Fatema washed herself, but called her daughter over to scrub her back. Yasmin rubbed the soapy bath cloth over her mother's beautiful, tanned olive skin, and couldn't help thinking that this, alongside Fatema's hair the evening before, was the most enjoyable thing she had washed as a maid.

After she had finished washing, Fatema climbed out of the bath, and Yasmin found she had to avert her eyes to avoid gazing at her mom's beautiful body, dripping with water and bubble bath foam. Fatema dried herself with a soft white towel, enjoying the effect her naked body seemed to have on her daughter. 'It's funny as I felt being clothed whilst Yasmin was naked gave me a feeling of dominance and control, but it seems my naked body has the same effect on the girl. I bet even if she was clothed, I would still overawe her.'