“Goodnight, my love...” Derpy said with a soft smile, trying to hide her worries and pain from her daughter as she tucked her in for the night. They had had to move into a cheap apartment on the outskirts of Ponyville due to the fact that she had lost her job delivering packages months ago. Her old job had been a short-term position at the post office, and since they rarely got any packages in, they had shut down that portion of the service in lieu of having the customers simply coming to get their package.

“Night, Mommy,” Dinky said softly, staring up at her wall-eyed mother. She curled up under the covers and scratched behind her left ear. “Can I have a goodnight kiss?”

“Of course you can, dear...” Derpy leaned down and planted a kiss right on her forehead. “Mommy loves you.”

“I love you, too...” Dinky looked off to the side then looked back up at her. “Maybe, can we... can we make chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast tomorrow?”

Derpy bit her lip as her stomach twisted itself into a knot. She sat down on the bed and ran her fingers through her daughter’s hair. “You know I’d love to, but Mommy doesn’t have the money for that right now... When I find a new job, we can make those pancakes for breakfast an entire week. Does that sound alright?” She watched Dinky’s hopeful expression turn to one of disappointment as her smile faded from her face.

“But I... okay.” Dinky relented and smiled up at her mother. She wrapped her arms around her teddy bear, Mr. Snuggles, and pulled him up to have him lay on her chest. “What do you want to do tomorrow? I had a lot of fun at the playground today!”

“Hm... Well, Mommy has to figure out how to find a new job, so tell you what... we can stay at the park for twice as long tomorrow.”

Dinky’s smile widened. “Really?”

Derpy nodded. “Yeah, sure! I heard tomorrow is gonna be a nice day tomorrow, so once the newspaper is delivered, we can go. Now, get some sleep, okay?”

“Okay...” Dinky yawned and pulled her teddy bear closer. “Can’t wait...” She blinked slowly as her mother tucked the sheets in around her. She curled up under the sheets and closed her eyes, listening to her mother turn off her light and close her bedroom door.

Derpy walked down the hall, passing the kitchen. She eyed the letters threatening to evict her if she didn’t come up with her two months of past rent soon with distaste and worry. Her stomach twisted itself into a tighter knot as she forced herself to look away.

She walked into her bedroom and stripped down to her light pink bra and panties. She enjoyed her soft cotton sheets too much to wear pajamas to bed, and as she slipped under the covers, a single tear formed in the corner of her eye.

Derpy knew she wasn’t going to sleep well at all that night.

With the morning’s newspaper tucked under her arm, Derpy sat down on one of the two park benches as Dinky ran for the swings. She laid the newspaper on her lap as she sipped from her mug, full of steaming-hot coffee that she had brewed right before they had left.

Nobody else was out on the playground. It was just after noon, and the dew on the grass was nearly gone. A light breeze ran through her hair, and if she wasn’t so full of worry, she probably would have enjoyed it, but she had too much to worry about. Her bank account was dangerously low, and she only had enough money to buy groceries for the next few weeks. They couldn’t afford to eat out, and she couldn’t even remember the last time they did that.

“Mommy, look how high I can get!” Dinky yelled, her voice full of glee.

Derpy had to force a smile on her face to hide her worry. “Yes, muffin, I’m watching!” She watched Dinky swing back and forth for about ten seconds, then took a sip from her mug and opened up the newspaper. She loosened her tight bra straps a little bit and sighed as she started reading.

The newspaper was full of the usual stuff: nothing exciting. A new store had opened in town for selling home goods, and they were running a grand opening sale. Derpy would have loved to go and replace all of the old, chipped plates that they had, but she simply couldn’t afford such luxuries right now.

The breeze picked up unexpectedly, tearing a few pages from her grasp. Her eyes going wide, she somehow managed to snatch them before they got away from her, and thankfully, she didn’t spill her coffee. With a relieved smile, Derpy set her mug down and folded the newspaper. She was about to get up and toss it in the bin, but something caught her eye.

The back of the last page had a job listing.

Derpy’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the small box. BDSM maid... she read. Two hundred and fifty bits a day, paid daily in cash... “Wh... what?” Her eyes widened and her heart nearly stopped. She reread it to make sure she hadn’t misread anything. “Walk-in between noon and four to get interviewed, and if hired, job starts the next day,” she read out loud, her voice hardly louder than a whisper. “So that new big house on the south part of town needs a maid, huh?” Derpy smiled, then read the job position’s title again. “BDSM maid... don’t know what those letters mean, but... I guess there’s only one way to find out! Besides, cleaning stuff is easy!”

Derpy cleared her throat. “Hey Dinky, it’s time to go! Mommy has to be somewhere!” She stood up and gathered her things. She finished the last little bit of coffee she had, then threw away the newspaper in the trash bin a few feet away.

“Aww, already? But we just got here!” Dinky stopped swinging and used her feet to stop her momentum. “Can’t we stay for just another few minutes?”

“Not today, dear! Mommy might be able to get a job interview today! And if I can get this job, we’ll be able to eat your favorite breakfast for a month!”

“Really?” Dinky’s eyes lit up.

“Yeah! Now come on, let’s go! Mommy’s gonna bring you back home so she can get dressed for an interview!” She walked up to her daughter and lifted her up, then turned to walk as fast as she could back home. It was a good thing that the park was only a few minutes away. Ignoring everyone that she passed on the road, she made it back to their apartment in record time.

As she opened the front door, Derpy said, “Why don’t you go play with your coloring books? I need to take a shower to get ready, and then I’ll be gone for a little bit.”

“Okay! I’ll try to not eat too many cookies while you’re gone!” Dinky said with a light giggle. She scampered down the hallway back to her bedroom.

“Honey, you can eat as many cookies as you want if I get this job!” Derpy called out after her. “Well, within reason, of course...” she muttered under her breath. With an excited smile, she jogged to her bedroom and locked the door behind her. She threw her slightly sweaty shirt on the floor, then unbuckled her belt as she stepped into her bathroom. After flicking on the light, she turned on the shower and let the water warm up. She slipped out of her shorts and pulled her panties down with them.

Derpy stuck her hand under the stream of water and noticed it was warm enough for her to step in. She hated cold showers. Wiping her hand off on the nearby towel, she reached behind her and undid the clasp on her bra, then let it slip down her arms, revealing her perky D-cup breasts. She let her bra fall to the floor, then stepped under the stream of water.

Feeling particularly daring, she let her hand grow wet with the warm wet then stuck her middle finger inside of her pussy two knuckles deep. Derpy curled her finger up, then slowly pulled it out of her. With her left hand, she pinched her left nipple and rubbed it back and forth. Her finger was thoroughly coated in her arousal, so with a sly smile, she stuck in another finger and pushed them in and out of her.

A small gasp escaped past her lips as her hand brushed against her clitoris. It was particularly sensitive, and she normally didn’t touch it until she was ready to cum. Her legs trembled, and she had to steady herself by grabbing onto the little shelf on the side of the shower stall. Derpy pulled her fingers out of her slit, panting softly.

“I should probably finish getting cleaned up... I don’t want to lose the chance of getting this job just because I wanted to masturbate...” she said to herself with a hint of regret. It’d been a while since she’d been able to cum. Every time she got some time to play with herself, her worries about the bills would just ruin the mood, but now that might change.

She lathered herself up with shampoo, then let the water wash it all off. Derpy turned to face the shower head and stuck out her hips, letting the water wash away her arousal. Running her fingers through her slit, she made sure she was clean, then turned off the water. She stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel.

Walking back into her bedroom, Derpy made a beeline for the closet and yanked open the door. She dried herself off as best she could and tossed the towel into the dirty clothes basket. After snagging her favorite white button-up shirt, she snagged a black mini-skirt and her favorite pair of dress shoes. She was glad that they weren’t high-heels, for her balance wasn’t all that good.

Derpy tossed all of those onto the bed, walked over to the dresser, and pulled open the top drawer. All sorts of panties sat in neat piles, sorted by styles. Feeling slightly naughty and more than a little horny, she ignored the cute hipster and bikini panties that she usually wore and went straight for the thongs. She only had a few of them because the ones she bought were rather expensive, splurges from her last birthday.

Picking out the soft purple thong with a cute little red heart on the front, she slipped her legs through the openings and pulled them up. She used her hands to pull her butt cheeks apart, then tugged the thong into place, just how she liked it. Derpy eyed the vibrator in the back of the drawer, wondering if she could risk spending a little time with her plastic lover.

Deciding against it, she shut the drawer and opened the one below it to pick out a bra. Pushing aside her favorite comfy T-shirt bras, she went straight for the black lace push-up bra. She knew all too well that it would show through her shirt, and if she wanted this job as a maid, she had to use everything she had at her disposal. Showing a little cleavage at the interview surely couldn’t hurt.

She pulled the bra up against her breasts, letting a small smile slip on her face as the soft fabric of the cups caressed her nipples, teasing her just enough to make them perky. Derpy reached behind her, hooked the clasp together, and threaded her arms through the straps. Once she had adjusted the straps, she reached into the left cup and adjusted her breast so that it sat inside of it perfectly, then she did the same with her right. Looking at the mirror, she grinned and squeezed her boobs a few times just for fun, then grabbed her skirt.

Derpy didn’t waste any time at all. She pulled it up her legs, then grabbed her shirt. Without bothering to undo any of the buttons, she simply pulled it over her head. As she opened yet another drawer to get her socks, her eyes fell upon her pantyhose. “Crap... oh well, I look good enough without ‘em.” She grabbed a pair of white socks, slipped them on her feet, then put her shoes on.

She did her hair up in a ponytail and undid the top two buttons on her shirt, showing just enough cleavage. “Hm... gotta tighten up these straps...” she whispered to herself, tightening each bra strap just a little. “There! All better!” She tucked in her shirt, and after applying a glossy, light-pink lipstick, her outfit was completed.

“Alright, Dinky! Mommy’s gonna be gone for a bit, so be good, okay?” She called out as she rushed down the hall, heading for her daughter’s room. Derpy stuck her head inside and found her daughter sitting at her desk, coloring in a picture of a pony. “So remember, don’t answer the door for anyone but me. I won’t be long, and when I get back, I’ll make us a big lunch, alright?”

“Okay!” Dinky didn’t look up from her coloring book.

“Perfect...” Derpy said under her breath. After making sure she looked good in the hall mirror, she walked outside and locked the door behind her. She knew that the new big house was about a five minute walk away from Princess Twilight’s new castle, so she set off at a brisk pace. She looked over her shoulder and was able to see its highest tower peeking over the roofs of the other buildings in Ponyville. It shone brightly in the sunlight, giving her a faint glimmer of hope.

It was a cool Sunday afternoon, and just like back at the park, a light breeze blew through the air. It tickled her inner thighs, reminding her that she was still a little horny. She had to fight to keep herself from growing wet down there. Showing up at the interview with her skirt stained with arousal definitely wouldn’t be a good idea.

Derpy spotted the house sitting right on the edge of the Everfree Forest. She felt no small amount of trepidation as she turned to walk down the long path leading up to the house. She had heard too many tales of the forest holding the strangest and most dangerous of creatures, and she didn’t want to be anywhere near the forest, but... if being near the forest meant getting paid rather well, she would simply have to bottle up her fears.

It was rather big compared to the rest of the houses in Ponyville, but she remembered reading in the Ponyville Paper that the buyer had gotten a good deal through Princess Twilight. She knew little more about the place, but it sure looked fancy. Large white pillars lined the front of the white house. Much to her surprise, the front door was encased by a black marble door frame. With no small amount of trepidation, Derpy lifted her foot to walk up the steps but tripped, landing on her hands and knees. Picking herself back up, Derpy shook her head and giggled at her klutziness.

Derpy knocked on the door and waited nervously as the seconds dragged on. She crossed her right leg behind her left one and held her hands behind her back. Right as she looked off to the side, the front door opened to reveal an older gentleman in a black suit. He had light brown hair, his eyes shone with happiness, and oddly enough, he wore a leather collar with a buckle around his neck.

“Yes? Can I help you, ma’am?” he asked, his tone soft and gravelly. He eyed her up and down, then gently smiled.

“I sure hope so!” Derpy blushed and stuck out her chest just a little bit, choosing to ignore the fact that he was wearing a collar. “I heard that there was a job opening here for a BDSM maid, and I would like to schedule an interview if the position is still vacant!” She smiled at the man before her and giggled.

“Yes, I do believe the position is still open, and we can interview you now. Please, come in, and I’ll take you to my boss. He’ll be the one to interview you, miss...?” he trailed off as she stepped inside.

“Oh, my name’s Derpy, sir!” Derpy looked around the foyer in awe. The floor was made of a pure white marble, unmarred by scuffs or scratches. She looked up to see a beautiful crystal chandelier, but as she admired its beauty, she felt the butler tap her on the shoulder. “What about you?”

“I am known as the butler. This way, miss!” the man said, walking deeper into the house. “The Master’s office is just down the hall.”

“The Master?” Derpy asked, cocking her head to the side.

“Yes, that is what he likes us to call him.” He stopped in front of a thick oak door and knocked twice. “Master? A nice young lady has come to inquire about the maid position.”

“Ah, excellent! Send her in, send her in!” Derpy heard another man call from inside. The butler opened the door for her and waited for her to walk in before he closed it behind her. Derpy’s eyes met the man’s almost instantly, and she found herself a little intimidated. His expression was nothing but friendly, but his eyes shone with a look she couldn’t yet place. She blushed a little and bit her lip.

“Please, sit down.” The man stood up and gestured at the two chairs in front of his desk. His words were kind, yet they held an aura of power that Derpy didn’t want to refuse. He was well-dressed, wearing dark gray pants, a light blue shirt, and a black vest. He was freshly-shaven, had short blonde hair, and looked to be in his mid-thirties.

As she walked up to the chair, Derpy felt a small blush tint her cheeks. She thought he looked pretty hot, so she put a small strut in her step as she crossed the large room. Bookshelves lined the walls, full of old, dusty books. The middle of the room held an old, crimson carpet that covered most of the floor. She sat down on the chair on the right and crossed her legs, waiting for the man to sit back down.

“Thank you for taking the time to interview me, sir!” Derpy said with a soft smile. She couldn’t hold back her excitement, for if she landed this job, she knew she would be paid very handsomely. Two weeks of working here would easily pay off the two months of rent that she hadn’t paid yet, and she felt that this was her only chance to get a good-paying job.

She needed this job.

“No, thank you for coming in, Miss...?”

“Derpy, sir!”

“I see that you have good manners. Having good manners and being respectful is a big part of this job, so you’re off to a good start,” he said with a chuckle. “So, tell me a little about yourself.” He sat back in his chair and rubbed his chin.

Derpy saw his eyes glance down at her breasts. She blushed harder, then said, “Well, I lost my last job a few months ago. I used to work for the post office, delivering parcels and what not.” She flicked her ponytail across her left shoulder. “I have a beautiful daughter. Her name is Dinky, and I love her to death. I am currently single, and I... I really need a job.” Derpy shrugged and smiled at him.

The man smiled back and propped his arms up on the desk, never breaking eye contact with her. “So, Miss Derpy, do you know what this job entails?”

“Um... doing the dishes, dusting, and doing a lot of cleaning?”

“...Yes, that’s a little bit of what the duties of the job are, but there is a lot more to being a BDSM maid here at the club.”

“Oh, yeah! I was wondering about that! What does BDSM mean?”

The man’s eyebrows shot right up at that. “Oh, uh...” He chuckled and cleared his throat. “BDSM is broken down into a few categories. You see, the BD stands for bondage and discipline, the DS stands for dominance and submission, and the SM stands for sadism and masochism.”

Derpy felt herself grow wet as her eyes went wide. Her mouth formed a small ‘O’, and she stared at the man. “I... I s-see,” she stuttered, clenching her legs tightly. The soft silk of the panties rubbed against her slit in just the right way, teasing her ever so slightly. “An-and what specifically would I be doing if you hired me?”

“Well, to be blunt...” The man leaned back and stuck his feet up on his desk. “You would be gagged most of the time, you would have to wear our maid uniform, and do whatever our clients ask of you. We have a special set of rules here, and our clients strictly abide by them. There are consequences for them if they step out of line. However... there are consequences for you if you step out of line, and you will be... punished accordingly.”

“Would, you know... other men ask for me to let them fuck me? I don’t know if I’d be okay with that.”

“That would be completely up to you, Derpy. Our rules say that that is up to the maid’s discretion, but I do hear that the men do tip rather excessively for that. Now, if you accept this position, know that you will be asked to do any number of strange requests. Under the contract I have here on my desk, you must abide by their request. If you do not, you will be fired on the spot and given that day’s pay. This does not include them asking to have sex with you, though. Because this job has you give up your body for the day, you are paid very well, and you get paid in cash at the end of every day, plus you get to keep whatever tips you receive from our members here at the BDSM Club. If you accept this position, you will be given a trial of one week to see how you fit in here, and if I think your work here is good, there is a really good chance that I’d give you a full-time position. It’s not often we get a cute maid in here.”

“Woah, um... okay.” Derpy sat back with a blank expression on her face. Suddenly, something in her mind clicked. “Wait, are you offering me a job?”

The man nodded, his smile widening. “Yes, I am, and you could start tomorrow if you wish.”

“Tomorrow?” Derpy grinned. “That’d be great! I can come right over once I drop my daughter off at school! That okay?”

“That’s perfectly fine with me. Just be here before ten in the morning and we can get you all set up. I’m glad you chose to work with us, Derpy. Just sign this contract here, and we can get the ball rolling!” He pushed a small stack of stapled papers over to her, then laid a pen next to it.

“You got it!” Derpy snatched up the pen and signed on all of the dotted lines without even looking at what the contract held. “Aaaaand done!”

“Wonderful!” The man stood up and stuck out his hand. “And please, call me Master from now on,” he said as Derpy shook his hand.

“Yes, Master, I will!” Derpy said with a relieved smile. Master’s smile deepened at her words, then he sat back down.

“I shall see you tomorrow, then?”

“Yeah, you sure will!” Full of unbridled excitement, Derpy turned around and skipped from the room.

She failed to see Master’s smile falter.