One of the most entertaining rules I ever created was that in certain rooms of the house she was a slave, and only a slave.
To enter the basement she would have to strip and crawl every time. Until she reached the upper landing of the stairs she would remain on hands and knees, nude.
It didn’t matter the time of year, temperature, or what was going on, the basement was a slave zone.
No one ever understood why she blushed so when I sent her to the basement to fetch something while We had guests.
