A Personal Assistant is given the reins over her owner every so often, but decides to make it more interesting this time. Non-con mind control, dystopian themes. ~2800 words.
"Tiaris?" She called out, taking off her coat and placing it on the hook by the door.
"Yes, Mistress, everything's ready." Tiaris responded, appearing at the end of the hallway, with a beaming grin. "Dinner is almost on the table."
Purple gave the grinning Assistant a little glare as she finished taking off her boots and put them on the shoe rack beside Tiaris's identically-sized grey pair. "Good."
Tiaris disappeared back into the rest of the apartment. Purple followed her, into the main room, where the Assistant was placing a pair of food-laden plates on the dining table.
"Assistant, what's that doing there?" Purple said, narrowing her eyes at the folded Assistant dress sitting on the table end.
"I thought Mistress would like to get dressed out here, for a change." Tiaris smiled as innocently as she was able, looking for the redness under her Mistress's face feathers. "I will move it away from the food, though." She picked it up and placed it on the armrest of her Mistress's lounge chair.
Purple gave a little frown at the cheeky Assistant, but sat down in her seat. "You know that stuff doesn't come out until after dinner…"
"Yes, Mistress, sorry Mistress." Tiaris sung back, obviously not sorry at all. "I hope dinner is to your liking!"
Purple originally kept their role switching activities a secret from Tiaris. Her ability to order the Assistant to forget made the first few times indulging her hidden fantasy a little easier, as she knew that Personal Assistants are unmonitored, and Tiaris would never be able to tell.
This practice ended when Purple noticed Tiaris was making the same mistakes every time, the memory wipes preventing her from learning. The Assistant was glad to remember; even though she didn't independently desire the control, taking the reins and acting like Mistress every so often made Purple happy, which made her happy. Tiaris had also learned that dropping little hints to the existence of the play sessions, especially in public, made Purple blush rather intensely. Despite threats of punishment if she did it again, Tiaris was never prevented from doing so, and so had dared to get a bit more brazen in private settings. This was especially so when around the one friend of Purple's that she had confessed their fantasy to, as they often joined in with the teasing.
"That was good. Clearly that recipe file I uploaded was decent." Purple said, finishing off her plate of food.
"Or maybe your Assistant is just good at cooking…" muttered Tiaris in response.
"Yes, yes, that's also correct."
"Speaking of Assistants… it's 6 o' clock, Mistress." Tiaris smiled and looked over at her Mistress, who quickly lost their grin.
"I… yes, I guess it is." Purple pushed back her chair, and put her utensils in the bowl. "Let me go get changed…"
Tiaris grinned and stood up before Purple could. "No need to leave, I brought your dress out here, remember?"
Tiaris was the first to get changed that evening, disappearing into Purple's bedroom to pick out some more appropriate clothing. Purple was left sitting in the main room, waiting for permission to change, grumbling quietly.
"How's this look?" asked Tiaris, stepping out of the bedroom in one of Purple's more casual outfits -- a white button up shirt, black pants, and casual indoor shoes.
"Fine. Can I get changed now?"
"Sure, Hylia. Once you ask properly." Tiaris responded, using Purple's identifier. A play one, of course, but one that made Purple blush deeply nonetheless.
Purple stood from the dining chair and fetched the dress from the armchair, unfolding it. "May I get changed now, Mistress?"
"Better, Assistant." Tiaris sat herself down in the plush armchair -- Purple's armchair -- and smiled. "I even made sure all the blinds were shut, before you were home."
"I checked anyway." Purple replied, undoing the buttons of her Ministry-embroidered work shirt. "I wondered how long until you wanted to see me put it on yourself…"
Tiaris smiled and watched. Purple, as desperate as she was by this time of week to be made the Assistant, always spent the beginning of the evening grumbling and complaining as if she was being forced to do it. "You watch me put mine on every morning, Hylia…"
Purple stayed quiet, shuffling off her skirt, going a little red as she felt Tiaris's eyes over her nearly-naked body. It was true, they both got dressed together in the morning, both sleeping naked in the same bed… but it felt different when Tiaris was the only one dressed, and especially in her clothes.
"It's a shame this one doesn't have your identifier on it…" Tiaris muttered as Purple shuffled into the grey Assistant dress -- it wasn't one of the real Assistant's, but an extra requisitioned from the Ministry that had an invalid serial and no identifier. Tiaris sometimes wore them when she accompanied Purple on official Ministry business, as to prevent photographic surveillance allowing potential enemies to trace Purple through the Assistant's easily readable dress barcode, but they were primarily used on nights like this.
Purple finished putting the grey dress on, pulling the hem down as far as it would go. She was much the same build as Tiaris, but just a bit taller, meaning the almost-too-short dress on the Assistant was embarrassingly short, but not revealing, on her. "There. Happy, Mistress?"
"Not until you're in your place…"
Purple glanced at where Tiaris was motioning to, and blushed. The evening nearly always started with her down at Tiaris's feet… 'It always puts you in your place', she remembered being told.
Purple squirmed gently in her place under Tiaris's feet, laying curled up on a large cushion. Tiaris kept one of her feet on top of Purple's head, carefully gripping it with her toes and talons. Despite her talons being clipped, as all Assistant claws were, the feeling made Purple shudder. Tiaris's other foot rested on top of Purple's hips, giving her the feeling of being held down. Tiaris herself spent the time catching up on her reading, giving Purple's head a gentle squeeze with her toes every time she turned a page.
"So, Hylia, tell me about your day."
Purple huffed a little bit, shifting a little in her spot.
Tiaris pressed her back down in place. "I didn't say to move."
"Mff… yes, Mistress." Purple replied, quietly, the past fifteen minutes of being under her temporary Mistress's feet enough to settle her into what Tiaris called the 'good Assistant' headspace. "It was… stressful. Lots of paperwork to do, the stuff I can't hand off to others. Did get to watch an… ex-Agent get dragged off by security to who knows where, though…"
"Oh? Jealous?" Tiaris chuckled, pressing gently down on Purple.
"W-what? No, Mistress…" Purple mumbled back, blushing a little. "He wasn't going to end up a Personal Assistant, he was… well, I don't know where he was going. But it wasn't on-world."
Tiaris nodded, idly rubbing her foot down Purple's side. "And what would you do if they came for you instead?"
"I… wouldn't do anything." Purple responded with a deepening blush. "I know that by the point they knock on my office door, everything is already decided. The papers are already signed and filed, and there's a chip waiting downstairs for me."
"Not even struggle a little?"
"I've seen what happens to those that struggle…" Purple shuddered a bit. "That ex-Agent today tried, and they ended up having to be stunned and literally dragged…"
"Oh, and that would dirty your nice grey dress, wouldn't it?"
Purple mumbled and turned her head to nip at one of Tiaris's talons, before they responded with a firmer grip and a push downwards. "A-ah! Sorry, Mistress!"
Tiaris let go, swinging her feet to the side. "Up you get. You should get on those dishes before they get hard to clean."
Every apartment in this block had what the occupants called a "dish drawer" -- a sort of half-size dishwasher, which cleaned and dried dishes, reducing the Assistant's tasks after meals to loading and unloading it. Tiaris never let Purple use it on these nights, however, forcing her to use the sink to clean them.
"Don't scratch the pans…" Tiaris said, arms wrapped around Purple from behind, head peeking around the taller Avian to look at the quality of job she was doing.
"My pans." Purple replied, with a grumble that was cut short by a squeeze around her midriff.
"Technically, they're the Accord's. Anything resembling property really belongs to them…"
Purple mumbled nothing in particular, scrubbing the pan clean in the sink. She hated how the soapy water got in her feathers, and suspected that it was why Tiaris made her do it. Being a Personal Assistant wasn't always time spent under feet, after all…
Tiaris slipped her arms back, pulling away. "You finish that up. Dry and put them away in the right spots, I don't want to have to go looking for them tomorrow. I have to prepare something."
"Yes, Mistress…" Purple replied, idly thinking about deliberately misplacing them. She'd never been punished by Tiaris before, and the thought kind of excited her. Handing over control while under Tiaris's feet was one thing, but to be able to be punished required a little bit more than just switching for the scene -- it meant Tiaris would actually have some level of exercisable authority over her.
Purple let the thought wander through her mind as she dried the dishes, but decided to put them away in their correct spots this time.
"Hylia? Come here."
Purple looked up from another chore she'd been ordered to do -- filing away her study's papers, which she'd been putting off -- and went to where she was beckoned, taking off her reading glasses on the way.
Tiaris had laid out a series of documents on the dining table. Purple, unable to read them at this distance, instead walked to Tiaris, who was standing beside Purple's usual seat.
"Yes, Mistress?"
"Sit, Hylia. I have some things for you to look at." Tiaris said, pulling out the chair.
Purple glanced confusedly at the documents, but sat down. She put her reading glasses on, and glanced at the one immediately in front of her. "Oh, did I leave these lying around, or something?" She asked, spotting the Ministry of Internal Affairs insignia in the top left corner.
"No, you didn't. Read further."
Purple gave Tiaris a puzzled expression before reading down the page. A standard 49920, the so-called 'Assistant form', as it was the instrument that stripped them of rights. Beside it was a 32941-B, the form that dictated what the assignment of said Assistant would end up being. "I'm tired, and I don't recognise this serial, what is this?"
"Your assignment forms, Hylia." Tiaris grinned down at Purple, who went white.
"What… what in the world do you mean, my assignment form?" Purple looked further down the page, seeing her 'identifier' written in, and turning the page to see her current identity -- 'Claws of Purple', Ministry Agent.
"Sign it, Hylia." Tiaris said. "There's a reason why it's here."
Purple glanced at the assignment forms beside it, and saw not only an assignment to an off-world mining facility, but a Class A designation to go with it. "But… it's for a mining assignment! Why would I ever sign this?"
Tiaris chuckled. "It needs two signatures, and you'll notice the other one is blank. So, it doesn't sign you away quite yet."
Tiaris produced a card from her pants pocket, putting it down in front of Purple, who peered at it closely.
"Oh goddess, Silver gave you these?" Purple said, brushing away the calling card of Feathers of Silver. They were the friend she'd admitted her little fantasy to, one evening at the Owner & Assistant play parties that they hosted -- and the one that mercilessly teases her about it when she attends with Tiaris wearing the dress instead of her.
"Yes. Miss Silver expressed her desire to help." Tiaris responded, breaking her character a little. The chip made it incredibly difficult to refer to other free Avians, especially one of her character, non-formally.
"How does assigning me to an asteroid help?" Purple asked, a little worried. "She knows that's not what I want…"
"Miss Silver said that it's impossible to give you an actual Personal Assistant assignment, as Agent minds can only go into the civilian workforce with a Class A wipe. But, she said that it would… help, if I had some leverage over you. Might make things a bit more real, as she said you'd expressed some dissatisfaction at how… one-sided our relationship is."
Purple's drained face turned bright red as she realised what Tiaris was saying. "You mean… I don't obey, and I get assigned… there?"
Tiaris nodded, grinning wide. She decided not to elaborate on ways that Feathers of Silver was also 'helping' -- the addition of certain tips and training into her chip was to be kept secret. Silver was high-ranking enough that she could even authorise this hidden from Purple herself… "Yes. You sign these forms, being the first signature, and I deliver it to Miss Silver for safe-keeping. She adds the second signature and files it, if it's required."
Purple opened her beak to speak, stuttering. "But… but you… you wouldn't tell her to sign it!"
"I have orders from a higher-ranking Ministry Agent to report transgressions when I'm given command. Plus, I'd not be able to regret it -- I'd be wiped clean before being put on my next assignment, so I'd not even remember you."
Claws of Purple looked back at the documents. "A-and if I don't sign?"
"Miss Silver said she could find someone else. Of course, she'd have to mention why…"
Purple picked up the pen provided, and glanced at Tiaris before signing the two stacks of forms, not even wanting to know more about their contents. "There."
"Good Assistant." Tiaris said, gathering them up, and putting them in a folder. "Miss Silver was even able to get the random identifier of your dress made your possibly permanent new one… so you'd not even have to change clothes."
Purple mumbled and stared at the document folder, knowing how dangerous the forms inside them now were. Because of her status as a high-ranking Agent, only someone at the level of Feathers of Grey could provide that second signature -- but that didn't make her feel any safer.
Tiaris decided that the rest of the evening would be less intense -- signing the instrument of one's own Assignment isn't something that one does every day, and Tiaris noticed the signs of stress in Purple. Even though Purple knew that she could just talk to Silver and veto the idea, she also knew that she wouldn't. It was too exciting -- and scary -- to not let Tiaris deliver the forms.
Tiaris sat with Purple's head in her lap, hand stroking through the submissive Avian's headfeathers, as they watched a nature documentary on the holoscreen in the lounge.
"We're just keeping the night a week, right?" Purple asked, during a break in the show.
"If that's what you want." Tiaris responded, looking down at her Assistant. "It really depends on how often you want to do the dishes, since I've done pretty much everything else by the time you come home…"
Purple gasped a little as Tiaris's claws gently scratched her head. "Mmmh… well… with those forms, you could say it was every night and I'd hardly be able to argue…"
"Just because I have leverage doesn't mean I'm going to use it, Hylia." Tiaris responded, chuckling. "I mean, I like to spend some nights on the ground, too…"
Purple nodded, letting her attention drift back to the show for a minute. "What I mean is… you are the deciding factor here, Mistress."
Tiaris chuckled. "So you want more, but you don't want to admit it. Is that right, Assistant?"
Purple mumbled, but gave a little nod in agreement. "I guess…"
"Three nights, then, and we'll see how that goes." Tiaris resumed with the scritches, trying to locate where Purple liked them best.
"Thank you, Mistress." Purple replied, moaning a little once Tiaris found the good spots. "I'm glad you, mmh, like doing this…"
Tiaris grinned cheekily down at Purple, watching them gasp as her talons ran through their feathers. "Anything to serve my Assistant."