Share
MidReal Story
Servitude
Scenario:A rich lady daydreams about secretly swapping roles with the maid. She gets aroused by this thought and begins to plan out a role swal between them.
Create my version of this story
Imogen
She is a wealthy and lonely lady living in a large estate. She is curious,rebellious,and yearning for change. Imogen often daydreams about swapping lives with her maid,Alice,as a means of experiencing freedom and adventure she lacks. She becomes increasingly fascinated by the idea of exploring roles reversals and erotic encounters with Alice. Imogen's thoughts reveal her deepseated desires and her longing for a life beyond her mundane routine.
Alice
She is the dedicated maid working at Imogen's estate. She is hardworking,submissive,and diligent. Alice maintains a strict schedule and adheres to her role with loyalty. Despite being underpaid and overworked,she remains focused on her duties. Her reserved demeanor suggests a life outside the estate,which Imogen curiously explores through conversation. Alice's practicality contrasts Imogen's adventurous nature,making their potential role swap both intriguing and complex.
I was daydreaming again.
I could feel it happening, the familiar slide into fantasy.
This time, I was imagining what it would be like if I could switch lives with Alice, my maid.
Not just for a day, as those awful reality TV shows suggested, but for real.
I’d be her and she’d be me.
I could feel the excitement building in my chest as I pictured us making the swap.
I imagined Alice moving into my large bed, sleeping on the softest sheets in the grandest room in the estate.
And I imagined myself moving into her small bed, feeling the rougher sheets and listening to the sound of traffic outside her window.
It was almost too much to bear, the thrill of it all.
I slid my hand between my l#s, feeling the heat there.
Would Alice really want to live like me?
Or was she happy with her simple life, free from the complications and desires that ruled me?
Did she ever want more?
Did she ever daydream about me?
About what it would be like if she could take my place, or if we could meet somewhere in between?
I felt a surge of heat run through me as I pictured us together, Alice and I.
What kind of mistress would she be and what kind of maid would I be?
I continued to daydream, imagining myself as her maid.
I pictured myself sweeping the floors and dusting the shelves.
It was a simple life, but one that I found strangely thrilling.
As I swept and dusted, I could feel the a###l building inside me.
I pictured Alice, standing in front of me, commanding me to do her bidding.
She would tell me to clean this room and that room, to make sure everything was perfect.
And I would obey, happy to do whatever she asked.
The thought of it was almost too much to bear.
I could feel myself getting more and more excited, my hand moving faster and faster between my l#s.
Would Alice enjoy being the m###s of the estate?
I continued to daydream, imagining her lounging in my bed, drinking champagne and enjoying the luxuries of her new life.
And I imagined myself, her maid, diligently cleaning and scrubbing to make sure everything was perfect for her.
I swept the floors and dusted the shelves, feeling a sense of satisfaction as I worked.
Alice would be pleased with me, I knew.
She would be happy with the job that I was doing.
And I would be happy, too, knowing that I was doing my best to make her happy.
The fantasy continued to build inside me, growing more and more intense until I couldn’t take it anymore.
I pictured Alice standing in front of me, telling me what to do and how to do it.
I pictured myself obeying her every command, doing whatever she asked of me.
And then, I pictured us together, Alice and I, lost in the fantasy of our roles.
I could feel the excitement building inside me, my hand moving faster and faster between my l#s.
I continued daydreaming, now picturing Alice and me swapping hair and eye colors.
I imagined us in the bathroom, Alice dyeing my hair a darker shade while I put in her brown contact lenses.
We stood in front of the mirror, admiring our new looks.
The thrill of this transformation was almost too much to bear.
I watched as Alice carefully applied the dye, her hands steady and focused.
I fumbled with the contact lenses, finally getting them in.
We exchanged a smile, seeing each other in new ways.
In that moment, I realized the fantasy was no longer just a daydream—it was a desire for change.
I snuck into Alice’s room while she was out.
I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself.
I wanted to know more about her, to understand what she was like when she wasn’t working for me.
I looked around the room, taking in the small bed and the dresser that held her few belongings.
There was a book on the nightstand, but it wasn’t what I was looking for.
I wanted something more personal, something that would give me insight into her thoughts and feelings.
That’s when I saw it, a small diary hidden under the bed.
I pulled it out and opened it, flipping through the pages until I found an entry that caught my eye.
It was about me, about how much she admired me and wished she could be like me.
My heart raced as I read the words, realizing that Alice had been daydreaming about me just like I had been daydreaming about her. I continued reading, devouring every word on the page.
Alice wrote about how much she loved her job, but how sometimes she felt trapped by it.
She longed for freedom and adventure, for a chance to see the world and experience new things.
As I read on, I realized that Alice and I weren’t so different after all.
We both had dreams and desires that we couldn’t fulfill in our current lives.
And we both fantasized about being each other, about living a life that was different from our own.
I closed the diary and carefully returned it to its hiding place under the bed.
My mind was racing with thoughts of what this discovery meant for us.
Could we really make our fantasies come true?
Or were they just daydreams that would never become a reality?
"Alice," I whispered, catching her by surprise as she entered the room.
"Yes?" she replied, her eyes widening slightly.
"I found your diary, and I think we both want the same thing—maybe it's time we make our dreams a reality."
We sat across from each other at the kitchen table, the air thick with anticipation.
"So, how do we do this?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"We start tomorrow morning," I replied, my heart pounding in my chest.
"But what about tonight?"
Alice asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"I think we should start now," I said, a sly smile spreading across my face.
"Let's exchange clothes. We can start by dressing like each other."
Alice nodded, a smirk forming on her lips.
She stood up and walked over to me, holding out her simple maid's uniform.
"Here," she said, handing it to me.
I took it from her, feeling the soft fabric between my fingers.
Then, I stood up and walked over to her, holding out my silk nightgown.
"Here," I said, handing it to her.
Alice took it from me, her fingers brushing against mine as she did so.
We both smiled at each other, knowing that this was just the beginning of our role swap adventure.
"Meet me here at dawn," I said, as Alice turned to leave the room.
"At dawn, we'll step into each other's lives and see where it takes us."
I sat across from Alice in the dimly lit kitchen, the only sound being our soft laughter.
We both fidgeted with our new clothes, mine rough and hers silky.
I watched as Alice ran her fingers over the delicate fabric of my nightgown, her eyes wide with wonder.
I felt the coarse texture of her maid's uniform against my skin, a thrilling contrast to the luxury I was used to.
"So, how do we do this?"
Alice asked, her voice filled with excitement.
"We start by dressing like each other," I replied, a smile spreading across my face.
"And then?"
Alice asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"And then we go about our day as if we were each other," I said, my heart racing with anticipation.
"But what about the others?"
Alice asked, her brow furrowed with concern.
"We'll have to be careful," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
"We can't let anyone suspect that we're swapping roles."
Alice nodded, her eyes wide with understanding.
"So, what's the plan?"
Alice asked, her voice filled with determination.
"We'll spend the day learning each other's routines," I suggested, leaning forward.
"And tonight, we switch rooms," Alice added, her eyes gleaming with determination.
"Exactly, and if we pull this off, no one will ever know," I said, feeling a surge of exhilaration.
I followed Alice to her small room, the coarse uniform scratching my skin.
We exchanged nervous glances as she pushed open the door, and I hesitated at the threshold.
Her room was sparse, with a single bed and a dresser that held her few belongings.
Alice began to undress, slipping out of my silk nightgown with care.
I mirrored her actions, removing the maid's uniform and standing in my undergarments.
We stood there, the reality of our swap sinking in.
I took a deep breath and stepped into her room, closing the door behind me.
Alice turned to me, her eyes filled with determination.
"Are you ready for this?" she asked, her voice steady despite the uncertainty.
"More than ever," I replied, feeling a mix of fear and excitement coursing through me.
