Kat sometimes wondered what went through her sisters head, Abagail might not have been the most academically gifted but taking a job as a maid with a compulsory revealing outfit seemed like madness. Then there were the subtle shifts in her behaviour since starting the job, whenever they met for coffee to catch up it always seemed like Abby was squirming in her seat ever so slightly blushing the whole time. Then all she would talk about was how wonderful the lady of the house was, always talking about @missstephrp as though she were a goddess. The final straw was when she turned up in her maid’s uniform with a leather collar around her neck, a silver tag reading “Property of Lady Steph” and a matching bell dangling from it. Furious that her twin would put her in such an awkward position and that her employer would allow such a lewd uniform, Kat stormed up to the mansion without saying a word to the harlot maid following behind her. Slamming the door open the well dressed sister shouted, demanding to see Steph so she could get answers. After a brief pause a figure bathed in white light approached, her presence enough to bring Kat to her knees before lapsing into unconsciousness. She only began to awaken when she was finally alone with Abby, her arms and legs restrained by tight straps as a strange pen wrote across her arm and for the first time she noticed a similar tattoo across her sisters arm. As she read it aloud the pen mirrored the tattoo on her own arm, “Maid, Bimbo, Fucktoy, Slave.” Each word became etched into her being and by the time she was released from her bonds she was identical in every way to Abby, kneeling perfectly in sync with her twin maid as their Goddess walked in, Kat’s eyes drawn to a tattoo of her own that simply read “Divine.”
