A Halloween to Remember

Part 1 – Maid for a night

The purchase

(This is too good to be true, right?) Marion thought. She was browsing through one of her favorite costume shops, the kind with adult cheerleaders and the likes, and there it was!

A complete android maid costume, looking exactly like the real thing, judging from the photos, and at a bargain price! It was not cheap, but it was about ten times cheaper than the last robomaid costume she had seen, and it looked waayyy more realistic.

Marion felt a familiar heat rising in her nether regions. Apart from a few select friends, she tried to hide her kinks from the outside world, but fetish costumes were her kryptonite, especially shiny, latex-like apparel. A few months ago, she had bought a full latex catsuit, but she couldn’t exactly sport it in public, much to her dismay, unless almost completely hidden. She had had a few grocery shopping adventures, well overdressed with trousers and sweater, but still the thrill that someone might notice her shiny gloved hands or the shiny waistband whenever she bent to check a vegetable or two. 

In fact, that’s how she met her last boyfriend: Carl, who was quick to notice her hidden secret, and was very forward to question her about it. They went out together for a few dates, and Marion ended up fulfilling one of her fantasies: to have sex while wearing latex. Carl was very enthusiastic about it, and he wanted more. Marion had dabbled in BDSM before, but soon she felt overwhelmed by his dominant personality and increasingly kinky games. After one particularly hot sex session where he handcuffed her to the bed, Carl left her (for five minutes, just to pee), then he plain forgot to untie her. He had stumbled upon a football match on TV, grabbed a beer from the fridge, and set down comfortably to watch the entire game. The makeshift gag was also surprisingly effective at muffling Marion’s cries for help and she was left to cook in her catsuit for two hours. By the time he finally remembered her, the novelty of being an actual damsel-in-distress had all worn off, cooling sweat pooling down near her danky ass.

So she ended it right there, just in time for Carl to hook up with her friend Anna, who was obviously more adventurous than her. It was not surprising: ever since she knew her, Anna had to have everything, and she was the most forward person about it…

But let’s go back to that merchant site. Browsing through all the pictures, Marion was a bit afraid the costume would not be as good as it looked, having seen scams like this before. The description looked rather long, sporting a lot of accessories, and requiring very thorough measurements for best fit.

As she was getting more aroused, passion overcame reason, her needs for kink could not be ignored. She figured, oh well, I have enough money to indulge myself for one selfish buy. (And if it doesn’t work out, the store has a pretty generous return policy). Besides, there’s Anna’s Halloween party in a week, she rationalized. I could definitely show up as a robomaid, if this costume is as good as it looks. People wouldn’t know me from the real thing!

So, she eagerly entered her measurements, then pondered the numbers for a few seconds.. As an afterthought, she removed two inches from her waist measurement. The costume had a “built-in posture trainer” it said, she was sure she would look even better with a cinched-in waist!

Checking shipping… Yep, should be there, in time for the party, with days to spare. 

She clicked “Buy”.

Unpacking

Finally, her costume was there! As usual, the house’s robomaid had accepted the package while she was at the university. She eagerly took it to her room, before any other member of the household could ask any embarrassing questions.

As she opened the package, she found an unusually thick notice of instructions, explaining in which order to put each part, and how they did interlock for a better experience. With the Halloween party just two days away, she figured she had better try everything first, it wouldn’t do, to rush it and not be able to don the full costume on H day!

Anyhow, there was also a set of pictures, so she figured she could just wing it along without having to read the (very lengthy) booklet. She laid the various boxes along: stockings, shoes, gloves, corset with skirt, undergarments, collar, headdress and a few extra boxes named ‘accessories’ 1 to 5.

From past experience, she knew she had to put the shoes on before the corset, especially with the stricter waist size: she wouldn’t be able to bend and see what she was doing, so she unpacked the stockings. The texture was unusual: oily, like it had been coated with latex shine, yet it wasn’t latex. She couldn’t figure out what material it was. So she undressed and slid her leg into the first stocking. The sensation was electric, like the material was caressing her skin. It felt a lot like water, flowing along her leg before setting.

Marion gasped: the fit was perfect. No wonder there was no garter belt, these stockings would just stay on her legs no matter what. She had heard of progress in adaptive materials, but she never dreamt she would be able to afford them, not before the price tag dropped a whole lot. This costume really was a bargain!

She put the second stocking on, and spent a few minutes just running her hands over her legs. God, if the rest of the costume was anything like… she wasn’t sure she would even be able to get out of her bedroom. Good thing she had decided on a dry-run before the party!

With legs slightly wobbly, she set on stepping into her shoes. Those were rather classic ankle boots, with slightly higher heels than she would normally wear, but they went on easily enough. Again the zipper was a perfect fit. The make was exquisite.

Okay, let’s see how they feel standing up. Surprisingly comfortable! definitely way nicer than she was expecting from such high heels. She could already see herself curtseying and waltzing through Halloween night in these boots, like a perfect little maid!

Now for the next part.

The undergarment was some kind of girdle-like high-waisted affair, and it came with surprises: there was a small bulbous-like protrusion on the backside, and a not so small dildo-like protrusion on the frontside (well it was a dildo!). Fetish costume indeed! She felt a bit doubtful about that part.. “Oh well, I can always put my own sexy panties on instead” (which she did) and then proceed with the corset fitting.

The corset itself looked like a formidable apparatus: S-shaped, with a very flattering exaggeration of her natural curves, and looking very shiny (though again it wasn’t latex). Also, it had a short skirt attached, black with white trim, so that she would look like the “french maid” robomaid model once she put it on. Marion wondered briefly if that was some more adaptive material, but there was definitely something more about the contraption: looking very closely, there were some hairline wires barely visible that seemed to go everywhere, and terminated at a nexus on her navel, which sported a very fine red gem. Glancing at the corset instructions, she discovered it was once again a marvel of technology: she would just have to fasten it loosely, and it would tighten on its own.

After adjusting it around her torso, she fought a little to fasten it, and then waited… figuring the auto-tightening sequence would trigger automatically. But instead, the red jewel blinked, twice, and nothing more happened.

“What the fuck? Did I do something wrong?” Again, she grabbed the manual, and located the section entitled “diagnostics” subsection “corset”.

Red control blinks twice → corset will not engage until the Maid is properly dressed fully.

Darn. She would have to put on the kinky panties after all, and definitely all the rest of the costume first, but first, she had to remove the corset, as the girdle part of her new knickers was obviously designed to fit under the corset.

Marion cursed a little bit as she tried to unfasten the corset. It seemed to be stuck. Again, she had to refer to the documentation: “to remove the corset, press firmly on the red control.” Okay, that was simple enough.

She set on the formidable task of stepping into the girdle… and dealing with the two intruders. She didn’t look forward to having her bottom penetrated by what… she could only call a buttplug, but she soldiered on, aligning her anus with the protrusion, and using her hands to push.

“Whoop” she emitted a squeal of surprise, as the plug seemed to be gliding right in! Again some magic astroglide like property of its coating. By reflex, she instantly tried to take it out, but there seemed to be just enough suction to ensure it stayed put unless she really pulled on it. At this stage, she actually looked forward to the front part. As much as she didn’t really care for anal play, this always aroused her a little bit. Even without the magical coating on the artificial penis, it would have slid right in… the waistband of the panties snapped right atop her waist. She just had to pull a little bit to get it to sit at the right location, just below her navel.

Now for the corset, she struggled a little bit to fasten it, as she seemed to be a bit more out of breath. She smiled mischievously: of course she was breathing a bit heavier than usual, doing any amount of exercise while your insides are being poked by two intruders was definitely more stimulating than usual.

Looking at her rapidly dwindling list of accessories, she figured she would finish with the gloves, so first she put on the collar, which felt snug but not overly so, then she fiddled a bit with the headdress: there were straight pins for her hair to ensure it wouldn’t fall off, and also a small wire that plugged in at the back of the collar.

She figured this was a bit strange, but then she had never looked at her robomaid too closely, maybe it sported a similar arrangement?

Looking some more at the documentation, accessory box #1 was named “make-up”. Opening the kit, she found a brush, and some kind of glittery silvery-pink powder like you would normally apply for foundation. Judging by the amount of powder, there was quite enough to do her full body several times over, so she set to the task of applying her new skin tone. There was also some deep purple lipstick which seemed to work well with her new foundation color, and finally some robot-like contact lenses, which appeared silvery on the outside. This could be a slight problem. Marion wasn’t exactly blind, but she was somewhat near-sighted, but she figured “oh well, how far do I need to see during a party”. So she neatly took out her normal lenses and applied the robotic ones.

She gasped when she looked at the mirror. Somehow, when it dried, the makeup got even more silvery and shiny, and it seemed to stick a bit on her skin, making it appear more plastic. Whenever she tried to smile or frown, her own facial expressions appeared somewhat subdued.

Finally fully dressed, it was time to see how sexy she would be with the fully tightened corset. How come it hadn’t engaged?

“Oh, I’m such an idiot”, I forgot about the gloves. These were also a thing of beauty, shiny and shimmering. Being right handed, she slid on the left one first, and felt it flowing like the stockings, until it was a perfect fit to her arm, even tightening a bit around the wrist. She flexed her hand a few times: it didn’t hamper her movement at all! So she slid on the second glove, felt it tighten…

Suddenly the red jewel blinked, once! Success! The corset recognized the maid costume as properly applied!

Suddenly words appeared on her lenses… or, straight into her mind?

Maid apparel fully donned. Engaging calibration protocols.

(Oh wow, this thing comes with a mind VR system? This is crazy! I didn’t know they were affordable now. Anna is the only person I know who’s got one, and she’s filthy rich)

The corset started to tighten, slowly, so very slowly. After each breath she took, it stole a bit more of her lung capacity. It was getting tight, then very tight, then even tighter, rearranging her internal organs (the panties intruders were not helping, as her abdominal cavities got compressed, the dildo and buttplug were shifting around and felt bigger!). Marion wondered if maybe, she had made a mistake in fudging her dimensions on the small side. She was ready to call it quits. Then it stopped tightening.

(Okay, I can still breathe. It’s not the most comfortable sensation in the world, but it feels really snug, and wow! Look at that figure. If I were someone else, I would definitely fuck me!)

> Error: no password set. Please set a password to avoid unauthorized tampering.
>> Requesting further instructions for default mode.
> Error: house head mistress is only at robomaid™ v2.0.
>> This unit requires robomaid™ v4.0.

>> Engaging full safety measures until house head mistress has been upgraded.

(What the fuck? There’s even more to this costume? I wonder what more it can do when it connects to the network! But already, this is so neat.)

Marion struck poses in front of the mirror. The whole costume was perfectly adjusted. One of the accessory boxes was labelled feather duster. Just for fun, she decided to practice her maid roleplaying: dusting the furniture, curtseying, standing at attention, walking in that graceful robotic glide she had seen the robomaid achieve. She snickered a little bit at how imperfect her own moves were but she thought (oh well, during the party, everybody will be so busy trying to flirt with each other, they won’t notice a not so perfect robomaid). Of course, if someone decided to flirt with her, this could be a problem, what with her nether regions thoroughly unavailable. But he could always play with her boobs, and she could always kiss or even blow him!

So, she dropped onto her bed…

… half an hour later, it was a very satisfied “robomaid in training” that emerged from a post orgasmic stupor. Turned out there was just enough leeway in her panties that she could push and pull so that she would, in effect, get gently fucked by the dildo. Between the slow-boil of the tight corset, the boots and, well, everything, she didn’t remember much. She thought she blacked out somewhere between her 2nd and 3rd orgasm (or was it the 4th?)

She depressed the red jewel, and just like that, the corset opened.

> Maid protocol disengaged
> Returning unit to free-willed human status

Marion thought (wow isn’t it great how they programmed the costume for full maid RPG?)

At the same time, her gloves, stockings, and boots loosened slightly. Okay, let’s remove everything back in reverse order. Well let’s start with the corset. Don’t rip anything.

Marion struggled a bit to remove the panties (guuh! Those things are completely airtight, it stinks like a whole fishmarket in there!). There was a bit of suction on the buttplug, but it gave up the fight with a “slurp”. Suddenly Marion felt cold air on her wide opened rosebud, which pulsated a few times before returning to its usual closed status. Inspecting the panties: (that’s strange, there’s absolutely zero poop on that plug, and it doesn’t even stink).

As a matter of fact, even though she had spent the better part of the afternoon in the costume, none of it seemed to be worse for the wear.

On the other hand (Ugh! I’d better take a quick shower to remove all of that silvery makeup).

One day to Halloween party

“Hey Anna, you’re still throwing that party right?”

“Sure I am, Marion my girl! Have you picked your costume yet? Me and Carl, we’re going as Bonnie and Clyde.”

“Yes I have…” (awkward silence) “but I don’t want to tell you yet.”

“Oh come on girl, you know you can tell me everything.”

“How about… we make a bet of it instead? if you can’t recognize me in my costume over the first… 2 hours, you have to treat me to a day of shopping!”

“That’s not fair, you know I have way more money than you do. You couldn’t afford one day of shopping with me if I win.”

“How about… I spend a week as your servant?”

“Oh!” pause. “Why not? this could be fun!”

Marion hung up, smiling widely. She was going to be serving Anna and her guests at the party. At least, for the first 2 hours. And it was going to be fun to put one over Anna for a change. Marion admitted to being selfish: she was hanging with Anna a lot because that girl was completely carefree in spending her money. She also had the kind of confidence that comes from having all the power in the world, and Marion thought that maybe, by spending enough time with Anna, some of it would bleed on her own personality.

Halloween

Marion was giddy with excitement! She had the whole afternoon to get ready for the party at Anna’s house. Of course this meant that she might run into Carl, her ex, but Anna always threw the best parties (in part because her mother was a very talented artist and her father a genius scientist, hence both were filthy rich, though it wasn’t clear which side of the family Anna had inherited from apart from a somewhat quirky sense of humor).

Besides Anna lived just a few blocks from Marion’s and it was a huge win for her plan, as she had to change at home, and she didn’t see herself taking public transportation in her maid costume.

Having had two full days to think it through, Marion decided to go all-in. After taking a good shower and carefully wiping herself dry, Marion started applying the maid make-up all over the visible parts of her body, this time not only doing her face, but her neck, shoulders, arms, and legs. Not bothering with the extremities since they would be covered by the boots and gloves. Feeling very naughty, Marion applied the make-up liberally up to her navel, knowing full well it would be hidden under the gaffe and corset. Then she started the long process of dressing the part.

It went much faster, as she knew exactly what she was doing. Still, there was the familiar excitement while inserting the twin intruders, and the same breathless quality when she was finished and the corset tightened to the same unrelenting pressure as last time, and the exact same message from the VR unit.

> Error: house head mistress is only at robomaid™ v2.0.
>> This unit requires robomaid™ v4.0.

>> Engaging full safety measures until house head mistress has been upgraded.

It took all of Marion’s willpower not to stop right there and engage in sexual shenanigans. Instead, she decided to use whatever time she had left to practice her maid behavior, and brush up on the extensive instructions that came with the costume.

She had found that one of the accessories boxes was larger, and actually contained a “maid kit”, a kind of posh satchel that she could use to fit all the other accessory boxes. Taking a box at random, Marion took out some kind of weird blob, looking a bit like playdoh with a hole running straight through it. There was also her trusty feather duster (The accessory every maid needs!). Another one contained some kind of swimming cap.

Marion thought about looking at the time, but suddenly the costume’s VR system showed her an internal clock. Drat! She had less than 20 minutes to go to the party.

Again, the VR system popped up in her mind (or was it on the lenses?) and showed her a map of the area, along with arrows pointing in the direction of her friend’s house.

“This is new, last time I donned the costume, the interface was way less interactive.” Just as she thought out loud, a quick paragraph of explanation popped up on the screen, explaining that this was adaptive AI, and required some calibration to tailor to each individual subject. It seemed that the system had made good use of the costume downtime to learn from her previous synaptic patterns, thus it could now offer much more sophisticated two-way interactions, including rich visual stimuli going beyond simple text, and thorough analysis of unvoiced inquiries.

The explanation went on to explain that with time it could do more, but Marion cut it short “yeah, yeah sure, but right now I don’t have time for that”, and got out of her room on her way to the party.

Fortunately, both her parents and brother weren’t home today. She wasn’t sure how she would have explained the costume. Even though everybody had a robomaid these days, her parents were less than comfortable with the idea. Like luddites in a previous age, they had only reluctantly agreed to get one when, one by one, all previous models of appliances got replaced by models that could only be operated by robomaids.

Marion stepped outside with trepidation. You could sometimes run into robomaids that were out in public, running errands for their owners, but it was not frequent. Could she pass as one?…

Fortunately, nights come early in October, and since it was already dusk, nobody would really pay any close attention to her, as long as she stuck to a decent approximation of a robomaid’s walk, so she concentrated on taking precise graceful steps.

The night was surprisingly balmy, which was nice considering her rather skimpy dress, and as before, those sexy boots were a dream to walk in, even more comfortable than the lower heels she usually wore.

After a pleasant five minute walk, she arrived at her friend’s house, and got ready to ring the front door, when suddenly a new message popped up on her internal screen.

robomaid™ v4.0 house interface detected. Connecting to guest head house mistress and awaiting instructions…

… maid unit will proceed to the service entrance. It is expected, as the host has rented additional house appliances for the party.

Slightly annoyed, Marion stopped her gesture in midair, and redirected her walk to the side entrance. To her surprise she didn’t have to knock, as the door opened in front of her, and she was greeted by a real robomaid.

“Hello, you must be the hired help. Please proceed to the kitchen and help with the canapés, then you will proceed to the main area and serve the guests.”

Somewhat amused, Marion simply nodded and glided in. She knew exactly where the kitchen was, though she wasn’t quite sure she would be able to help very well with the canapés. (Well, if even the robomaid thinks I’m the genuine artifact, this should be a fun evening).

The kitchen was bustling with activity, with all kinds of robomaids moving around with absolute robotic precision and certainty. (Wow, I certainly do not belong there), but the AI program decided to help. She saw an overlay of sorts on her vision, directing her to a prepping station. Marion dropped her maid satchel, picked up a spreading knife, a cutting knife, bread and spread, and set to preparing a few canapés. Even though she dabbled in cooking, she was unused to this kind of manual work and volume. She was impressed with her gloves though: she had enough tactile sensation to handle the knives safely. As she set to her work, she didn’t notice at first, but subtle hints came to her mind, as to how best to proceed, what width should the slices be, the exact amount of spread to put on each bread slice, that sort of thing.

(This is kind of boring), she thought, (maybe I should move along), as she was finishing her 50th+ canapé.

Another robomaid spoke to her “here, this serving tray is ready, go attend the guests”.

Happy to leave the kitchen, Marion picked a tray, and set towards the living room, just two doors away. The party was already going full blast, with loud music and light shows (nobody will recognize me with that make-up on). Marion started making her rounds, giving canapés to absent-minded guests, most of them she actually knew, but they were paying her as much attention as any standard robomaid. She even bumped into Carl, who grabbed a canapé and said “thank you”. Whatever his depravities, the boy had always been polite. So Marion did a little curtsey like she had practiced, and got a nod from the boy. He did actually look her over from head to toes, appreciating her curves, but still not a glint of recognition. She got to admit, his tailored costume as “Clyde” did his own figure justice, even if she wasn’t a fan of the fake tommy-gun casually tucked over his shoulder.

Marion smiled internally, her plan was going to work! Her tray empty of canapés, Marion absent-mindedly started back for the kitchen.

“Well, if it isn’t «Maid Marion»,” said a familiar voice right behind her back. Marion did a turn-about to end up face to face with Anna.

“How did you know it was me?” Marion was flabbergasted.

“Oh normally, I wouldn’t, but I had a little help from the house head mistress,” Anna pointed at her stylish glasses, reminding Marion that she had a full VR interface at the wink of an eye. “Imagine my surprise when the system told me they had an off-by-one in the number of additional servants for the evening, so I quickly browsed through the roster and discovered my new, not-quite-robotic maid, courtesy of the sophisticated disguise that you managed to procure. I'm actually impressed, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more elaborate robomaid costume, quite “life-like” so to speak.”

Marion stood up proudly “Hah! You would never have found me out without cheating!”

“Oh? You call that cheating? We’ll see about that. First you need to resume your service until the end of the party, then we’ll talk.”

“I will do no such thing. I’ve lost the bet, but I’ve still come here to have fun.”

“Oh really? How about you start your week of service right now?”

Marion opened her mouth to start protesting, but she noticed a familiar sight: Marion’s eyes had darted to the right, and she seemed to be engaging in some internal thought process – which was exactly what she was doing – as she was talking to the house head mistress.

And then, just like that, Marion fell silent. She wanted to protest, but her collar wouldn’t let her. Heck, her mind got flooded with images of obedience. Suddenly the house head mistress appeared in her mind. As the human brain is not equipped to deal with imagery of purely virtual artificial intelligences, somehow her brain created an image for her, a towering maid in spiky heels, with a stern expression of absolute dominance on her face and a whip in her hand. Not someone you would want to cross.

“Maid unit #2, are you going to behave like a good little maid should?”

Utterly confused, Marion didn’t quite know what to do. The atavic “fight or flight” instinct was stuck in a loop apparently, she was like a deer frozen in the headlights. And somehow, a third option appeared, absolute: submit.

Half-consciously, Marion said “Yes Mistress”, curtseyed to Anna and went back to the kitchen.

Self control

In the kitchen, one of the other robomaids passed a new tray to Marion, this one heavy with glasses. Marion just grabbed the tray and went back to serve the guests.

(Wait a minute! What am I doing?) she thought. Marion froze and decided to end the game. But suddenly the house head mistress was in her head again. “Oh, so you decided to fight for independence, maid unit #2? Well, guess what? You can’t win.” Marion gasped, her insides were tingling. Somehow there was more to her dual intruders than just pleasurable appliances! The tingling got more persistent, and grew into a small zap, straight through her rosebud. Ouch that was painful. “Now will you comply?” (No) replied Marion in her head.

ZAP!

Marion doubled over and dropped the tray, scattering glasses over the floor. This time, she had been shocked in her pussy, her ass and her nipples and her neck. She definitely wasn’t ready for that.

(Yes, yes, I will obey, goddam it!) she screamed in her head. But not a pip went past her lips.

Concerned guests were approaching her, wondering what was wrong with the robomaid. Marion was just regaining her breath. Somehow a robotic voice said “this unit has had a temporary malfunction, it will return to the maintenance cabinet for servicing”. What the fuck? Did the house head mistress control her voice now? But no, this was coming from her collar.

A full map of the mansion appeared in her head, displaying the route to the maintenance cabinet. Marion didn’t think twice about disobeying the order again: she had had enough shocks for one night, so she left the living room, as two robomaids scuttled over to clean the broken glass.

The service cabinet was a kind of closet-like enclosure. At her approach its doors opened. There seemed to be all kinds of robotic parts inside, but Marion got just a quick glance, as the house head mistress commanded her to turn around, and go into the cabinet back first. Some parts snapped at her wrists, ankles, knees, waist, elbows, neck, and even over her forehead. Marion panicked: she had been thoroughly restrained by the cabinet. “Do not panic, maid unit #2, these precautions are only necessary so that you don’t hurt yourself while I do my job”. This did not help Marion’s feelings one bit and she started hyperventilating. With all her recent experiences, she was on the verge of fainting. Well, she was fainting with the corset restricting her breathing…

Part 2 – Resistance is futile

Fade to black

Suddenly Marion regained consciousness and started thrashing about. As she was still restrained by the cabinet, she couldn’t move much. She felt.. Somewhat different. Her whole uniform felt somewhat tighter and more rigid, and there was something in her mouth, and she could smell rubber.

“Good, you’re awake, I can proceed with the final calibration,” said the house head mistress in her head.

Suddenly, the corset began tightening again. If she thought it was tight before, now it seemed hell-bent on crushing the life out of her. After another two inches, it stopped, Marion could only take shallow breaths through her nose, as her mouth wouldn’t open. It seemed the house head mistress had decided she wouldn’t need her voice anymore, and she had been fitted with some kind of mouthguard, precisely measured for the inside of her mouth. It was pretty comfortable, as far as gags go, but even her tongue had been inserted into some kind of pocket, and she couldn’t move it at all.

The cabinet doors opened. Right in front of a triumphant Anna.

“Well, you look much smarter, Maid Marion.” As the cabinet released her, Anna took hold of her new pet and directed her to a mirror.

Again, Marion would have gasped, if she could. Her make-up had been redone, over her whole body. Instead of looking vaguely like a robomaid, she now had a perfect complexion: an imitation of a flesh tone, but glistening and shining like rubber, enclosing every part of her including her face, and even going slightly up her nostrils (hence the smell). Her hair also looked completely different, bluish purple, completely artificial. Wait a minute, was that a wig?

“While you were out, I looked through your bag of accessories. It seems your disguise came with a full control skullcap, but of course for that, your hair had to go. Isn’t that marvellous? Instead of one boring haircut, you come with all kinds of styling, depending on the wig I choose, like my own personal Barbie toy.”

Marion felt like crying: she had spent years growing her gorgeous head of dark hair, and she spent hours each week grooming it. Anger swelled in the bald maid.

“What have you done to me?” A robotic voice came out of her collar. Marion had just wanted to shout it, and somehow the control software had picked it up and allowed her to express herself. But there was none of the anger and power behind her though. The machine had robbed her of her voice!

“Remember our bet, that you would serve me for a week? I’m just helping you honor your deal.”

“The party is over, it’s early in the morning and all the guests went home. The hired maids helped clean everything up, so there isn’t much for you to do right now, but I’ll think of something!”

“Oh, by the way, I phoned your parents and told them you were sleeping over. As for the coming week, I’m going to Aspen and I’ve invited you to tag along.”

(darn) thought Marion (this is actually believable). There were no courses at Uni over the coming week, and it wasn’t the first time Marion had enjoyed Anna’s surprise invitations, as her outgoing friend tended to go where she wanted, when she wanted, sometimes on a whim.

Anna continued, “I also traced down your costume to its manufacturer, with the house’s help of course. I couldn’t for the life of me figure out how you could afford such a sophisticated disguise. Turns out it wasn't supposed to be a costume, but a scientific experiment. You remember the people’s republic of Erehwelse? The dictatorship ended abruptly in a revolution. In the chaos, most of the palace equipment was sold on the black market. It appears the dictator had tasked his scientists on an absolute way to control dissidents, by turning them into obedient slaves. Just for extra fun and humiliation, they redressed their prototype as a robomaid.

This is exactly what you bought! It was dirt cheap because it wasn’t supposed to be sold in the first place. You are lucky, some of the earlier contraptions could have fried your brain, but you got one of their later experiments, one that actually works as intended.”

“Apart from the fun attachments I found in your bag of supplies, your vendor actually offers some extra equipment and upgrades for purchase. So I’ve ordered everything, express-delivery. It should be here by tomorrow.”

A good day starts with breakfast

“But for now, I’ve given my regular robomaid the day off, I think I will enjoy breakfast. Maid, go and fry two eggs, sunny side up, with bacon, pancakes, coffee and orange juice.”

Still wary of the unit’s ability to shock her senseless, defeated, Marion started walking towards the kitchen. Her “improved” attire didn’t help. The tighter corset made any kind of physical activity exhausting. She carefully negotiated the stairs, holding the ramp for dear life, while her breath was whizzing through her nostrils. The intruders in her pussy and bunghole were equally distracting.

Trying to get back her breath, she started cooking. That part wasn’t so bad, this was something she normally enjoyed doing. But the smell of bacon sizzling made her stomach grumble. This didn’t go unnoticed.

“Oh, my little maid is hungry? Don’t worry, we’ll feed you right after I’m done.”

Finally! She couldn’t wait to get ungagged. So, diligently, Marion served her Mistress.

“Here, just kneel on the floor while I enjoy myself”.

Marion silently obeyed, the faster it went the sooner she would get to eat.

“Maid, my feet are killing me after spending most of the night dancing, I would definitely enjoy a foot massage”.

Now, Marion definitely did not want to do that, but a very familiar tingling in her insides told her that she had better obey if she didn’t want to get shocked. So she put her hands on Anna’s feet and started rubbing gently. As she grew more confident, she remembered how she liked her own feet massaged, and so she put more heart into it, trying to unknot the tension Anna had accumulated. Besides, the more she focused on her task, the more she would be able to forget her own hunger.

“Hum, that was delicious, now for your own breakfast.”

Anna poured some milk into a blender, added some green leaves to it (was it kale?) and made a smooth purée out of it. Then she poured the disgusting mix into some weird bag/tubing contraption. (Am I going to eat that, yuck!) thought Marion.

“Come here, Maid.”

Anna peeled Marion’s lips slightly, looking for something, then she poked the gag with the tubing, it went in smoothly. Obviously, there was some kind of hole through her gag. Suddenly Marion felt like coughing, the tubing had hit the back of her throat and Marion’s eyes were watering, her hands flailing about.

“Oops sorry, I need to get used to your intake port.” Anna pulled the tubing slightly, then attached the bag to a hook on the ceiling.

“Those guys really thought of everything. That gag is 100% compatible with standard enema apparatus. And that way I can feed my new maid without ungagging her.”

Marion felt both cheated and relieved: she was looking forward to some delicious bacon, but now she wouldn’t even be able to enjoy breakfast, as the horrible contraption totally bypassed her taste buds. Then again, considering the kale/milk mulch she was getting fed, it was probably better she couldn’t taste it.

On its own, gravity couldn’t have forced the mulch through the small tubing. There was obviously more costume magic at work, the inside of her gag was actively pulsing to help the disgusting paste along.

Apart from that, the only sensation Marion felt was some tasteless liquid trickling down her throat, and her stomach filling up. After a few minutes, the flow stopped. Marion felt quite full. She knew she hadn’t eaten all that much, but she figured her stomach didn’t have much room to expand inside the rigid prison of her corset.

All of this was eerily silent. Somehow, Marion hadn’t been able to repeat her former feat of making the collar speak for her.

“Alright, I think I’m going to take a nap. Come to my bedroom and help me undress. I think you can sort through the laundry while I sleep.”

Then it continues with… a nap?

Once in her bedroom, Anna started disrobing straight away. Even though they were friends, Marion had never seen Anna naked, but now she didn’t seem to care. Off came the lace bra and panties, showing a well toned figure. Marion didn’t swing that way, but she had to agree, Anna was beautiful. Finally, Anna removed… her wig?

Of course! This explained a lot of things! How Anna always seemed to sport the latest trend in hairstyle, and how she had expertly shaved Marion’s head and found an appropriate wig for her new stature in life. Yet, even bald, Anna was a beauty.

Completely nude, an exhausted Anna got into bed, fell asleep right away, and started snoring.

Marion was slightly amused. “Sleeping beauty” looked a lot less dignified with all the noise coming from her wide open mouth.

But the house head mistress didn’t let her sit idly for long, a map of the mansion with the laundry room highlighted came to her mind, along with a foreboding tingling in her collar (seems the house head mistress liked to vary punishments), so Marion hurried along, as best as she could, to her new station.

There was a pile of clothes to wash, which was easy enough. Just sorting the colors apart from the black and white.

(how many outfits does Anna have? How often does she do the laundry, there’s at least two weeks worth of it!) thought Marion.

Once the first wash cycle began, Marion thought about taking a break, but the house head mistress had other ideas.

“Look over there, maid unit #2, there’s a pile of freshly washed blouses that need ironing”.

Marion mentally protested (but I have never done that).

“Oh you will need some instruction then. Let me take care of that.”

Suddenly the room was spinning, and Marion had to clutch the wall, then sat on a chair. There was some kind of… flooding through her brain? Something was sifting through her memories and knowledge at high speed. Then, more ominously, some memories vanished. It was a strange sensation: she could peer at a part of her mind that she knew to be full of memories, but it had become a blank slate.

“Safety protocols are still engaged. House unit forbidden from permanently altering your firmware. I've just zipped your memories and put them in my backup space, since I needed to make room for some upgrades.”

Then another wave came in, this one carrying gigabytes of new knowledge, like proper ironing techniques, and an assortment of other skills she had seen other maids perform flawlessly. Overwhelmed, Marion felt like puking (which was obviously impossible with her mouth stuffing).

The house head mistress, while completely inhuman, was practical: she gave the new maid a few minutes to adjust to her brain reorganisation.

Once she felt a bit settled, Marion stood up again and set about the task of ironing the laundry. By this point, she was actually curious at how effective this quick “learning process” would be.

So she turned the iron on, and started working. It was amazing: almost as if her hands were moving on their own. Somehow she knew exactly what to do, how to guide the iron just so to remove every crease, how to fold the garments precisely, and she was doing it, fast! Without any hesitation she worked through the pile of clean clothes in just the time it took to finish the first wash cycle.

So it went for the next two hours: washing, drying, ironing, folding.

Part of Marion was amazed: imagine the same mechanism at universities. Suddenly, she wouldn’t have to sit through boring classes anymore, she could just have the knowledge injected straight into her brain!

(somehow, she plain forgot how blunt the operation had been, that the AI had to make room for the extra knowledge first, as compared to the usual way humans learn, by having the vine of new knowledge find its way through existing neurons, complementing existing information and using natural data compression so that an apparently unlimited number of bytes could fit into such a tiny biological box)

Finally, the exhausted maid took the piles of clothing, one after the other, and set to move them back into the closets where they belonged, the ever-so-helpful house head mistress showing her exactly where each pile went.

Marion felt somewhat proud of herself for a job well done.

“I think you deserve a small reward”, the house head mistress said in her mind. Suddenly her twin intruders started vibrating gently, and she felt her plug… expanding?

(Oh god, what can’t this uniform do) swooned Marion. She had to sit, as the sensations became more intense. She was about to cum! She was cumming. She couldn’t breathe, the corset was so tight, her mouth tightly closed, hyperventilating through her nostrils. Usually, Marion was very loud during sex. Not having any actual outlet made everything feel more intense, like her orgasm was trapped inside of her, ping-ponging in her own personal prison, and becoming more intense with each rebound.

A message appeared in her mind.

> Sexual response calibrated.

This was weird: she hadn’t seen any of those system messages for a while. It looked like her maid uniform had some autonomous firmware of its own.

Mistress awakes

Right about at that moment, Marion felt something had changed. She couldn’t figure out exactly how, but she knew Anna was awake. And then she heard Anna’s voice in her head

“Hmmm, I had a wonderful nap, full of dreams, Maid. But I’m hungry again, go make me lunch while I take a shower.”

Marion was off to the kitchen. It seemed Anna had already decided what she wanted to eat! The instructions for the recipe flashed through the maid’s mind, and she started cutting and dicing vegetables. Obviously, the former brain dump had given her more than just laundry skills, and in just a moment, a delicious meal was created.

Anna showed up just in time “Excellent, I’m famished.”

Marion, not knowing what to do, stood by while her Mistress was having lunch. All throughout, Anna was distracted, she was obviously reading through the maid costume instructions. Suddenly she shuckled “Oh that’s so funny.”

“You know, those panties of yours are even more sophisticated than I thought. As you already know, they can shock you, but they’re also self-cleaning. I don’t know how it works exactly, but it means you don’t have to shit or pee while you’re wearing them. So basically, you don’t have to take them off ever. Isn’t that wonderful?”

Marion didn’t really share Anna’s enthusiasm. She had been a semi-willing maid trapped inside her costume for half a day now, and she was looking forward to needing to be let out for bodily functions, but apparently, she was sentenced to stay stuck in her uniform for the whole week!

Again it was time to feed the maid. Anna put the remains of her lunch in the food processor, added some orange juice for good measure, and fed Marion the resulting gooey mulch. Once more, Marion couldn’t taste anything, for which she was actually grateful. But she still found the whole feeding process humiliating, especially since, once the enema/feeding bag suspended, Anna didn’t pay any attention to her and continued reading.

“Oh, I know what we’re going to do this afternoon, you need some exercise. And we have to do something with this deportment of yours if you want to pass like a proper maid.”

This time, Anna led the way to the mansion’s gym. Marion hadn’t realized her friend had a fully equipped gym. (Is there anything Anna doesn’t own?) “There, you can exercise while your Mistress attends to some personal matters. I expect you to make snappy progress.”

The house head mistress directed Marion to the treadmill, and instructed her to start walking. After spending the whole morning on her feet, Marion would have loved to sit down, but the robotic overlord had other ideas. So Marion started putting one foot in front of the other. Very soon, she received more specific instructions: how to exactly put each foot a specific distance in front of the other, and how to walk in a specific line so that she would sway her ass a little bit with each step.

(Ouch) thought Marion. She had just received a mild shock on her ass. Feeling really tired, she had botched a step slightly, but the house head mistress would have none of that.

After a few minutes, the treadmill picked up the pace. Marion’s calves were positively burning now, and with her mouth shut and the corset still hampering her respiration, she was definitely getting a workout.

The house head mistress instructed her how to stand straight (not all that difficult with the corset), and how to maintain balance with minimal arm movement. It was hard work, and after the 3rd shock, Marion stumbled, got a 4th shock and got carried off the treadmill to end up flat on her ass (a very undignified position for a maid). While Marion tried to regain her breath, the sadistic apparatus kept shocking her at 5 seconds intervals (alright alright, I’m getting back up, give me a break) thought an angry maid.

There were more exercise stations in the gym, and after two full excruciating hours on the treadmill, the house head mistress decided it was time to vary things, so she got directed to another station, and then another.

Finally, Anna came back to a very sore maid. Marion felt like every muscle in her body was on the verge of giving up. Apparently, her robotic mistress had a thorough understanding of human physiology and could push her limits way beyond what she thought she could do. Have you ever done push-ups in a corset? Achievement unlocked! For your average young girl, push-ups are not necessarily an enjoyable activity. Doing them while laced tightly is a whole other level of discomfort!

Anna wanted to have dinner, so once again, Marion found herself toiling in the kitchen, then getting fed.

After the whole Halloween party, it seemed that Anna wanted to have an early night.

(One full day already, only 6 to go), thought Marion. (I could use some rest)

“Let’s go back to my room, Maid, I could use another foot massage.”

And here we are: Anna sprawled on the bed, taking some time off from Marion’s instruction manual. A glass of wine in one hand, and a romance novel in the other, while Marion kneels next to the bed, trying to concentrate on her Mistress’s feet and ignore her own tired muscles and feet.

“You know, you look even more beautiful in that maid uniform than you look au naturel.”

“Thank you Mistress,” said Marion’s collar. She had thought (Thank you) and this time the system heard her and decided to vocalize. She was pretty sure she had thought (Anna) and not (Mistress) though. Was she losing her mind?

All of a sudden, Anna was on her feet and kissing her lips. By reflex, Marion put her arms around Anna, then froze, realizing what she was doing.

“What? You don’t want to play with Mistress, little maid?” slurred a somewhat inebriated Anna.

“Ah of course, you can’t really enjoy it without that pretty little mouth of yours”. Anna sent a mental command, and all of a sudden, Marion’s invasive gag deflated. She coughed the whole blobbery mass right into Anna’s hands.

“There we go”, Anna set the gag on the bedside table, and attacked Marion’s mouth with a vengeance. Anna’s excitation was contagious, Marion was very tired from her day, and to her surprise, she found herself reciprocating. For a few minutes, all you could hear was kissing noises and the sound of hands over fabric…

“But you’re still my maid, can you… attend to your Mistress’s needs?”

Anna’s hint was anything but subtle, especially as she reclined on the bed and removed her panties, showing Marion a well trimmed bush with a hint of moisture.

Marion didn’t like it. Sure, she had kissed a few girls while exploring her sexuality, but she liked her partners with more stubble, a manly odor and some male parts attached. She tried to protest, but again her voice wouldn’t work.

ZAP!

Marion gasped. Anna’s instructions were absolute, and the house head mistress wouldn’t have a rebellious maid. Marion kneeled down again, and reluctantly, proceeded to discover Anna’s pussy, gently caressing her nether lips with her fingers, teasing the already excited Anna.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, I don’t want foreplay, get in there, you dumb maid”.

Anna forcibly pulled Marion’s head towards her crotch. Surprised, Marion inhaled a whole breath of Anna’s excited scent. Her own pussy was tingling, a strong warning from the house head mistress to do as Anna said, or else…

Not quite knowing how to do it, Marion started licking. She tried remembering what she liked when Carl went down on her (actually not much, Marion much preferred traditional intercourse) but she decided to try to get over it quickly!

Simultaneously, the pre-shocks warnings morphed into something different. The house head mistress, not indifferent to her predicament, had decided that sometimes the carrot is better than the stick, and she was gently buzzing her insides, her dildo and buttplug gently teasing her.

Soon enough, Anna pulled Marion sharply into her pussy as she came for the first time.

“Oh my god yes!”

And again.

And again.

Part 3 – The great escape

Alone at last

Then, just like that, Anna fell asleep.

Marion was left in an undignified position, kneeling with her head between Anna’s legs. Panting loudly (try breathing when you’re laced tight and your mouth is pressed against another woman’s vaginal lips!), her “make-up” supplemented by bodily fluids. Anna’s strong scent pervaded her nostrils, overpowering the rubber scent she had smelled all day.

For the first time since last night, Marion was alone. She was also ungagged. And she had no instructions.

Marion just stayed there. After a day being told what to do, she had forgotten what “free will” meant. After a few minutes, she shrugged out of her stupor. First, she needed to clean her face. Gingerly, she rose up to her feet, her leg muscles were feeling really sore. Even more gingerly, she made her way to the nearest sink, which was adjoining Anna’s bedroom. (Subconsciously, she was walking precisely, exactly like the house head mistress had trained her the whole afternoon.) She turned the faucet on, and realized she was parched: she hadn’t had anything to drink – besides pussy juice – since lunch. No wonder her muscles were feeling the build of lactic acid. Remembering her gym courses, she drank a small glass of water first, waited a few seconds then another one.

Then she fully remembered her predicament, and depressed the red jewel, anticipating the joyfulness of being able to breathe fully once again.

Beep! The corset wouldn’t open.

> Error: Maid unit #2 under control of house head mistress.

> See owner’s manual on the proper way to decommission your unit.

Darn! Marion cried with frustration. “Goddam it!”. Somehow the house head mistress wasn’t as controlling while Anna was asleep. It felt weird to hear the sound of her own voice again.

She tried removing her gloves and boots, but it became apparent that neither would budge without the jewel’s permission. She was stuck in her sexy heels for now.

“Well, at least I can clean my face”. Somehow her lipstick wasn’t smeared at all. So, armed with soap and water, Marion cleaned up Anna’s squirts from her face… and attacked her make-up… and failed. The first time she had donned the maid costume, the make-up had washed away in the shower without any resistance. But her current application had had time to dry. Darn. She would have to look the part for a bit longer.

A plan had formed into her mind: her maid uniform had fallen under control of the house head mistress only when she had entered the house vicinity. So all she needed to do was escape the house and she could finally end that nightmare!

She decided to sneak downstairs and flee through the back exit. She could hear Anna’s snoring in the adjoining bedroom. Negotiating the steps with her boots: so far so good. As she neared the exit, Marion thought (just five more minutes).

Right at this point, things started happening.

> Error: unauthorized errand by maid unit #2. Required: owner’s permission to exit the grounds.

Marion opened the back door and decided to make a run for it. And in four strides…

ZAP!

The maid fell like she had been hit by a lightning bolt.

Fade to black (#2)

Marion woke up disoriented and feeling rather nauseous. Her whole body hurt, especially her stomach and abdominal muscles. Somehow she was upright. As the pain receded, she recognized the familiar position. Once more she had been strapped upright in her maintenance cabinet (how did I get there? Did Anna carry me? did the other robomaid unit pick me up?)

Even more distressingly, she was gagged again. The blob was back, fully inflated, once again blocking her tongue and mouth entirely.

An image/idea of the house head mistress appeared in her head. This time the image appeared angry and wrathful.

“Rebellious behavior by house subunits will not be tolerated. I’m going to make sure you remember”.

Suddenly, Marion was very afraid. The robotic mistress had already shocked the shit out of her. What more could she do?

What happened next was a surprise: the dildo in her pussy started gently vibrating and her buttplug started pulsating. At the same time, she felt like a hand was caressing her nipples. Even her gag joined in: it morphed into a more fluid shape, slithering down her throat while making love to her tongue. Unwantedly, unwillingly, Marion started getting excited. She definitely didn’t want that, she wanted free of the whole thing, but her body betrayed her.

Hyperventilating with arousal, Marion found out the house system had even more devious ways to excite her, as suddenly her collar tightened, making it even more difficult to get precious air into her lungs.

Soon enough under the expert ministrations of the AI, Marion was climbing towards the most intense climax of her life… She was aching for it.

Everything stopped.

Marion was left hanging on the edge of that momentous cum. She tried flexing her pelvic muscles, hoping to finish the job on her own. But thoroughly trussed into her cabinet, she had no chance: the house head mistress had computed her reaction perfectly. The tease had been absolutely irresistible.

Inside, Marion was screaming with frustration.

After a few minutes, the cycle started again…

The morning after

“Good morning sleepyhead.”

Marion regained consciousness. Still in a haze, she realized Anna had opened the cabinet and was standing in front of her. She had been brought to the edge so many times. At some point, the sexual tension must have overwhelmed her, and her conscious mind shut off. Maybe she slept, maybe she fainted. But she was still restrained in the cabinet, gripped tightly by her corset and rendered mute by her gag.

“I don’t remember much about last night, I must have brought you back here before I fell asleep. A good thing too! We can’t have the maid wander around the house while her Mistress is asleep”.

There was a distant chime. Anna looked at her heads-up display. “Ah good, your delivery is here. Would you be an obedient little maid unit and receive it? I won’t need your services for breakfast. I will just have a cup of coffee.”

The cabinet restraints sprang open and Marion got out. After last night, she knew better than to try to resist any of her Mistress’s commands, so she proceeded to the service entrance.

Surprisingly enough, her muscles didn’t hurt. Maybe she had some rest after all.

She opened the door, to find the delivery boy with a whole stack of packages. Here came a new challenge: she was still gagged. But the head house mistress was prepared. Her collar came to life and said “Thank you, my Mistress was expecting these deliveries.”

The delivery boy positively gawked. Here was something you don’t see every day. This had to be the most sophisticated robomaid on the market. Marion was subjected to an elevator stare detailing every detail of her sexy trapped body. She had thought she couldn’t be more humiliated, but having a total stranger examine her as one would admire a new toaster was definitely a new low.

“You’re a new model? You look great!”

“Thank you Master,” said the collar.

“Would you mind signing this?”

…

“Thank you, Maid. Have a nice day!”

The irony of the interaction was not lost on Marion. The delivery boy was being polite as a matter of education, even though he was talking to a machine.

Marion wondered what to do with the huge stack of packages.

From the distance came Anna’s voice “Why don’t you bring them all to the gym, I’ll see about unpacking them after I’m done with breakfast.”

Marion set to her new task, one package at a time. Some were so large that it was a perilous exercise. But even perched on her heels, she managed to move them all without stumbling. Another benefit to yesterday’s strenuous exercise session!

Just then, Anna came over from the kitchen. Marion was fully expecting to be told to unpack everything, but instead Anna ordered “Head house mistress, please find some task to occupy the maid while I figure out her new toys?” She had obviously decided to make them a surprise.

In short order, the head house mistress directed Marion to the kitchen, to wash Anna’s mug and clean the kitchen counter. Then she got directed to the bathroom, which definitely needed some cleaning: sink, bathtub and… the toilet proper. For the next hour, Marion scrubbed everything shiny, having to do several passes as the AI wouldn’t accept anything but the most perfect result.

Finally Anna called Marion to the gym.

Part 4 – Feels like christmas

Maid V2.0, fully accessorized

The big surprise was a large metal apparatus in the middle of the gym, looking a bit like a doll stand, with circles at various heights. It didn’t take a genius to figure out this was a kind of portable cabinet.

“Time to get you fitted with your new uniform. I could have asked the house head mistress to knock you out, but I figured it would be more fun if you were conscious. Step into the frame please,” explained Anna.

Still under full control of the AI, Marion had no choice, obey or get zapped, so she stepped on the small pedestal and turned her back to the frame. Automatically, one of the largest circles snapped around her neck, and another around her forehead. So she was going to be standing for the time being, and not even be able to look around.

Anna forcibly grabbed Marion’s right wrist and attached it to a telescoping arm, then did the same to her left wrist, locking Marion’s arms into some sort of yoke.

Even though she could still move the rest of her body, our maid was now quite helpless.

Anna depressed the red jewel while saying the magic words, “house guest system, release maid appliance model 1a.”

The corset sprang open, allowing Marion to inhale fully for the first time in ages. The corset and boots also felt loose, but Marion still felt the presence of the house head mistress in her head. If she had had control of her hands, she might have been able to remove her wig and control cap and collar, but Anna wasn’t leaving anything to chance.

First she removed Marion’s wig and control cap, and unfolded a somewhat larger control cap on Marion’s head. Where the previous one had only covered her scalp, this one went all the way down to her collar in the back, and encompassed her ears. Everything fell silent for a few seconds, then suddenly the Maid regained her hearing and felt the presence of the house head mistress again. There was something different: somehow the AI felt even more present. It was obvious this larger control cap had more dominion over the Maid.

Anna replaced Marion’s wig with a new one, this one bright pink in a mohawk.

Anna pushed the jewel and the corset sprang open. Marion took her (almost) first full breath in a day (her mouth was still utterly blocked).

Anna deftly removed Marion’s corset, then started pulling on her knickers. With an audible slurp, the twin intruders left Marion’s body for the first time in thirty hours. Marion blushed intensely, turning her robotic make-up silvery-pink.

“Don’t worry, my pretty maid, we won’t leave you «all naked» for long.”

Anna passed behind Marion, and came back carrying a pile of something that appeared metallic, chrome and jet black in appearance. Still unable to turn her head, Marion couldn’t figure out what it was.

“Tada! Here’s your new undergarment! I hope you like it, I paid a small fortune for this.”

Marion was looking at a cross between a chastity belt and a full overbust corset, as could have been designed by a mad scientist. The new corset was fully articulated, and fully opened, with a lot of straps that seemed to spider everywhere. Anna toiled to align it precisely with Marion’s torso.

“Stop struggling! If I pinch your skin when I close it, you’re staying like this for two days, I swear!”

The menace had its effect, and Marion stopped struggling. Even wide open, it was a tight fit. The metal appeared to be lined with neoprene or something in places to avoid chaffing. Even so, it was room temperature cold, and Marion was having goose bumps.

More annoyingly, her perky little nipples suddenly stood at attention.

Anna intentionally misread the reaction. “Oh, my Maid is getting all excited for her new uniform, how nice.”

Inexorably, her torso was engulfed by the mechanical monster. The hinged waist was loosely buckled, some straps went over and attached at the back right between her shoulder blades, then Anna proceeded to close the front of the knickers. Once again, there was some kind of frontside intruder that was going to penetrate poor Marion. She couldn’t really see anything, but she could well feel some bumps and ridges that somehow seemed to fit her anatomy quite well. Even half closed, she already knew this new dildo was much larger than the old one, poking her internals already.

With a grunt, Anna closed the belt. Marion’s sex was once again enclosed.

“Hey, this new uniform has a poop chute, if you’re nice to me. If not, I can plug your ass again!” Anna quipped.

There was a familiar red jewel on the front of the new metallic corset. Anna depressed it, and Marion was trapped again.

She could feel the gloves and boots tightening again, along with the corset slowly compressing her midriff and pulling on her shoulders, then adjusting the integrated chastity belt for best fit.

More ominously, Marion felt suction at several parts of her anatomy. Her labia majora were sucked into some ridges in her belt, as was her clitoris, and simultaneously, the belt got pulled even tighter, the dildo penetrating a full inch more.

Simultaneously, her boobs received similar attention: suction pulled her now fully erect nipples into small nubs, while some kind of rubber gasket was suffocating the base of her breasts. Marion groaned into her gag.

When it was over, she felt as if the belt/corset had been welded onto her. Both her breasts and pussy were in full, intimate contact with the belt.

“Good girl.” Anna held a spray bomb in front of Anna and sprayed a generous amount of vapor inside some small vents on the metal bra, and also at Anna’s crotch. “You deserve the numbing spray”.

(numbing spray? what the heck is she talking about) thought a panicked Maid.

Marion didn’t have to wonder for too long. Anna gave a mental command to the AI, and the Maid felt the bite of needles in several locations: one through each nipple, several through each labia, and several ear-piercings (the skullcap wasn’t coming off, this time). Apparently in need of theatrical drama, the AI waited for a few seconds for Marion to realize what had just happened and sent the last needle straight through her clitoris button.

Ouch! Those hurt! And this was with the numbing spray! On top of the physical pain, Marion was panicking internally. Not only was she hopelessly entrapped within the metal contraption, but those needles kind-of made her an integral part of it: she wouldn’t ever be able to remove it without having the needles pulled first.

Anna rubbed Marion’s crotch in mock sympathy. “Oh poor thing, all excited and no feeling. Don’t worry, there’s so much more to explore.”

Anna freed her Maid from the stand. Now that she was again under house control there was no longer a need for further restraints. Anna playfully spanked Marion to get her to step down from the platform.

Marion was overwhelmed by the sensations: the cool metal was hugging her almost everywhere, and the small pins embedded in her breast and crotch seemed to be moving slightly with every breath. Not really painful, more like an annoying fly bite that wouldn’t get away. The restriction was different: there were lots of open parts to her new corset and she could feel fresh air on the side of her midriff and her butt cheeks, even her asshole – the chains that linked the front chastity to the back of her waist bifurcated her ass and did a good job of splaying her wide open, but on the other hand, the shoulder straps were tensioned very tight, forcing her to hold her bust back, in an even stricter posture than her former corset.

“You look so sexy, I could eat you,” joked Anna. I’ve never seen you sport such a great ass and such a prominent pair of tits. Indeed, Marion could see her “new tits” right in front of her. Cinched at the base and locked in the nipple cups by the piercings, she had gained at least a cup size or two!

“And the best thing about this undergarment is that it comes with a variety of dresses, one for each occasion.” Anna was holding a classic french maid dress, with white trim, shimmeringly black in front of Marion. Utterly subdued, Marion stepped into it. Now this was latex, no doubt about it. At least the skirt allowed her some modicum of modesty, covering her ass more or less. Almost certainly, anyone who would look at her would be able to see a glint of steel in her nether regions.

“Alright, I will let you get used to it. I have instructed the house head mistress to keep you busy. I’m off for today, have fun!” Anna kissed Marion straight on the lips.

“Oh I almost forgot, since I’m off for the day, you’ll have to feed yourself.”

Off went the gag.

“Consider this a reward for last night. I don’t remember everything but your service was more than satisfactory,” and with a parting wink, Anna was gone.

The maid didn’t have much time to ponder the situation, as the house head mistress had her first task already: more cleaning.

Marion hurried to a new day of drudgery, having absolutely zero doubt that with her new corset, the house head mistress would have new ways to punish her. She didn’t fancy getting electrocuted through her new piercings. Those were utterly distracting. Each time she moved, she could feel either her clit, her nipples, or the rest of her sex. After a while, it became obvious the anesthesia was wearing off. Marion didn’t welcome the sensation. In fact, it hurt so much, she could imagine her mangled privates bleeding off behind their steel shield. What if the piercings became infected?

But her robotic mistress kept her on her toes. After cleaning the kitchen, it was washing the windows, then again laundry, making her mistress’s bed. Marion realized she hadn’t been fed nor watered this morning.

Also, there was a new problem. As inconvenient as the buttplug of her former knickers was, at least she didn’t have to poop. Return of that bodily function should have been a welcome surprise, but Marion wondered how long she could hold it in.

When will Anna return? What’s the time? Ever so helpful, the house head mistress popped a digital clock in her head. 2pm. No wonder she was famished! But it seemed the robotic overlord had overheard her anguish.

> Maid unit #2 has got a thirty minute break to attend to her organics needs.

Darn! That was short. Marion decided to attend to the most pressing matters first, and went to the toilet. It felt so good to be in control of her bowel movements again. She also tried peeing, but quite obviously the front part of her chastity belt was self cleaning.

In the corner of her mind, the maid could see a countdown. Darn! She had used ten minutes already. There was absolutely no time to prepare a proper lunch. So she made short work of some bread and butter, orange juice, and a few tomatoes. She would have loved to drink coffee, or to eat something hot, but there was no time for that.

Her break was almost over, she still had to put away her dishes, and clean her face, which she managed to finish with a minute to spare.

> Maid unit #2 appearance satisfactory, you may proceed with the next task.

Marion was back on the job.

The assignment for the rest of the afternoon was… grocery shopping!

For the first time since the party, Marion would get out of the house… and once she was far enough away from the house, maybe she could escape?

Playing the part of the obedient little maid, Marion went to the service entrance, picked up the grocery bags and exited the door. Fortunately, the mini-market was just a few blocks away, so she could avoid the awkwardness of public transportation in her uniform. But she was bound to run into people at the shop!

(Oh well, one problem at a time) thought Marion. It felt good to be outside, walking at a brisk pace in the cool autumn weather.

As Marion approached the market, the house head mistress' presence didn’t fade. It became apparent that her new control cap had a much longer range, or maybe it was just hoping from wifi signal to cell phone reception. Anyhow, the maid wouldn’t be able to escape today.

There was a whole list of food Marion was supposed to collect. Fortunately, most of it was packaged, she wouldn’t have to talk to the butcher or any other employees, and the cashiers were robomaids, just like herself.

She was picking lettuce in the produce section when she heard a familiar voice behind her. “Marion? Is that you?”

Part 5 – Say hello to the Maid

Adventures in shopping

Marion turned to face the familiar voice. It was Mrs Millert, the elderly cat lady from across the street. How had she recognized Marion, between her uniform and her new spiky hair?

Marion was trying to think of something clever to say, opened her mouth, but her vocal chords wouldn’t work.

Her collar took over: “Error, this maid unit has not been tasked for social interactions.”

Well, that was that then. The head house mistress had decided the maid didn’t need to socialize! The collar was producing a very familiar tingling…

Mrs Millert took a long look at Marion, her elderly face not betraying any obvious emotion. Marion thought how ridiculous she must look, in her outlandish robomaid costume, still holding the lettuce.

“Oh, I get it, you’re doing one of those things that you youngsters love. What was it again? «live action role playing». I hope you’re having fun! you certainly threw yourself into it! Is this costume a rental?”

“I’m sorry, Madam, this unit has a very strict schedule. It should continue shopping for groceries,” said the collar.

Marion hoped Mrs Millert hadn’t seen too much. It was one thing to «roleplay», but if the old lady had noticed the front-side chastity belt and her naked bum under the very short dress, this could turn nasty. Marion resisted the impulse to pull on her skirt. She didn’t want to focus Mrs Millert’s attention on her privates.

“Alright, I will leave you to your LARPing. Did you know that I was a cheerleader when I was your age?”

As the Maid was trying to resume shopping, Mrs Millert had a last remark: “Oh, will you say hello to your mum for me? I haven’t seen her in weeks.

(Darn, Anna said I was in Aspen with her. What if that old bat tells my parents she’s met me at the shop?)

Marion continued shopping as fast as she could, now dreading another encounter with acquaintances. She felt utterly exposed by the bright fluorescent lights. If Mrs Millert could recognize her so easily, any of her friends would!

Finally, the maid was able to proceed to the checkout. The house head mistress took over, and some electronic part of her uniform talked to the electronic cashier directly. Maid2maid communication was way more efficient and less error-prone than humans!

Marion was left with two hefty bags to carry back to the mansion. At least her gloved hands had good grip, but she was unused to carrying such weight in heels. For the first time ever, she was grateful for her stiff corset’s support: no risk of spraining her back!

While she was shopping, the afternoon had finished. She made her way back home at dusk, that peculiar time when the city lights had not yet taken over. In the dim light, she could stay completely unnoticed.

Arriving at the mansion, the maid was aware of a presence: her Mistress had returned. In a bizarre way, she was looking forward to the interaction. The only human in the world who was fully aware of her peculiar predicament.

But first things first, the house head mistress reminded Marion she was not done with her current task. She had to store all the food properly. Again, the AI was very helpful in pointing the location for each item, so it only took a few minutes to sort through everything.

A normal evening of sorts

Once done, Marion was aware that Anna was waiting for her in the living-room, through no sense any human ever had.

“Maid, why don’t you make us some dinner, then we’ll see…”

(What am I supposed to cook?) thought Marion, right as her collar was saying: “What does Mistress want for dinner?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Surprise me with one of your own recipes!”

(Great! Now I have to decide!)

As Marion listed the few recipes she had mastered, her augmented skillsets made themselves known, once again: instead of the handful of recipes that Marion usually survived on, she suddenly had access to hundreds of recipes. The house head mistress decided to help by filtering this huge cookbook by whatever ingredients were available, so Marion chose something simple: pasta con pesto, with a tomato salad as starters, and ice cream for dessert.

“Why don’t you sit with me and enjoy dinner? I think you deserve a break.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” replied Marion.

(Oh! I can use my voice again)

It seemed that either the house head mistress had understood Anna’s invitation as implying Marion could speak, or maybe Anna had given explicit orders to allow Anna to speak.

And Marion could eat real food without having to hurry for the first time since the party. Of course she couldn’t eat too much thanks to the tight corset, but it felt like heaven anyway.

For a few minutes, the two girls sat in silence, just enjoying a quiet evening having dinner.

“So, how do you find the maid's existence so far?”

“It’s more strenuous than I ever imagined. I still think you cheated by having the house head mistress report my presence. I would have won that bet.”

“Careful. We already settled that matter. I could reinstate the gag order this instant.”

Anna let the menace hang in the air, then she continued: “Let’s change the subject. Are there any aspects of your adventure that you like?”

Marion thought and said, reluctantly “Well, I admit that being able to do things like ironing laundry, or cooking dinner at super high speed and efficiency is kind of fun”. Then she added “I didn’t fancy the physical exercise session, though.”

“Oh come on, you look incredibly sexy in that uniform. Be honest with me, promise me this doesn’t push your buttons.”

This time Marion was blushing, and in a tiny voice “Yeah, I have a fancy for fetish clothing, and all that corset and shiny boots and shiny gloves is very exciting.” but belatedly she added “until you’ve been stuck into them for days, and my new piercings are still hurting.”

Anna yawned. Marion followed suit. She realized she was exhausted. After all the exercise and tension of the previous days, she wasn’t sure she could stay awake for much longer.

“Let’s call it a day, then”, Anna proposed. “This night you can sleep in the guest room, and I will even allow you to remove your boots and gloves… right after you wash the dishes, of course.”

“Thank you ♥”, Marion was beaming. She grabbed the plates and hurried to wash them. In less than 10 minutes, she was ready.

Anna took her by the hand and led them to a guest bedroom, then she removed the Maid’s gloves, then bent down to remove the boots as well. Apparently, the will of her Mistress was stronger than the uniform’s instructions.

“Good night my sweet Maid” Anna kissed Marion straight on her lips. She didn’t linger, just a caress. For a fleeting moment, Marion was hungering for more, but she was definitely too tired. Her head hit the pillow and she fell into a dreamless sleep…

Part 6 – all your brain are belong to us

Everything’s quiet in the morning

Marion woke up early. Spending the night in an actual bed was very nice. As she stretched, she felt the unrelenting control of the corset/chastity belt. Her left arm, trapped under her body, had fallen asleep, so she spent several minutes massaging it, which was awkward with her shoulders still drawn back by the straps. She shuckled, maybe there was some merit to the maintenance cabinet? No risk of getting cramps by sleeping in an awkward position.

“What am I thinking? Of course the bed is better. Yaaaawn…” she stretched.

Standing on her feet, a new cramp assailed her. After two full days in the boots, her feet protested at returning to the flat position. Regardless, she hunted for some mules and set towards the kitchen, determined to leave the boots and the gloves behind.

This was a strange spectacle, this human turned robomaid tiptoeing in her mules in a less than graceful manner (Ouch ouch ouch, my feet hurt).

Joyful at the prospect of eating solid food again, the maid decided to make blueberry pancakes, and a full pot of tea for herself. She figured it made no sense to start brewing coffee until her Mistress was awake. Anna liked her espresso like her men: hot. Marion chuckled at the obvious cliché.

Obviously, the house head mistress had not been given instructions of tasks to accomplish before Anna was awake, so she could just wait for her friend. She considered eating breakfast before Anna, but this was rude. Oh well, she could wait a few minutes.

As usual, she became aware that Anna had regained consciousness. “Anna, in here” she called.

“I’ve made pancakes for breakfast, I know how much…” Marion stopped mid-sentence.

Anna’s face was expressionless, something was wrong.

“House, take full control of maid unit #2”, ordered Anna.

Marion froze. She was in the middle of bringing a first bite of blueberry goodness to her mouth, but her arm just stopped working.

She was still breathing, blinking, her autonomous system fully functional, but she couldn’t move. As much as she willed, the control cap was countermanding her neurons and sending freeze signals to her whole body.

“That’s one nice feature of your new cap, it’s way more powerful than the original, and it can take control of your body even when you’re conscious and trying to fight it. The original could only do so while you were unconscious.” explained Anna.

(Oh, so that’s how I ended up in the maintenance cabinet after the house system zapped me)

(Oh shit)

The next words from Anna confirmed the helpless maid’s suspicions: “Every few days, I review the house system logs. Just in case things start breaking down and I have to order some new parts in advance. You’d think the AI would be smart enough to operate on its own, but this darn machinery is so proud, it would fall apart before asking for help.”

“Imagine my surprise when I found out about your escape attempt. The house probably thought it had dealt appropriate punishment by teasing you through the night. I don’t. So we’re going to step your training up. After breakfast that is.”

Anna literally left Marion hanging. The maid was still comically frozen, while inside, she was having a panic attack. What would Anna do to her? What more could this crazy cap do to her?

Methodically, Anna polished her plate, then took the rest of the pile of pancakes, Marion’s plate, and poured everything in the food processor, turning it into a bluish paste once again. For liquid, she added some of the tea.

(Oh shit, I’m getting gagged again)

Indeed, Anna was advancing on her with the gag in hand. The control cap forced Marion’s mouth wide open, Anna wriggled the gag inside, trapping once again Marion’s tongue in the rubber pocket, the control cap closed her mouth, and Anna inflated the gag once again, a bit more forceful than last time. Nothing else had moved, Marion was still a statue, fully expecting to be force-fed through her intake port.

Total control

But Anna had made other plans.

“I can’t have you clean the kitchen like that, you’re not even in proper uniform. Go and put on the rest of your accessories, then join me in the gym.”

Like a marionette, Marion rose gracefully from her chair, curtseyed (the AI had a sense of humor!) and left the kitchen. Even though she still wore the mules, her feet were angled precisely as they would be in the boots. Her puppet master had robotic precision and Marion now glided like a true robomaid.

In her bedroom, she kicked the mules, put on her boots and gloves. Once again, the sophisticated apparatus tightened and felt glued to her skin. The house head mistress directed the maid to a mirror, so it could inspect her through her eyes.

Marion knew right away that her attire was not satisfactory. She had slept in her dress uniform on top of the corset! The fabric was rumpled. She felt that the AI was considering making a detour through the laundry room to remove the creases from the uniform, but Anna’s instructions were very specific: the maid was to go to the gym first.

Anna was ready for her: “Good. House, engage full maintenance protocol.”

> Maid unit #2 will report to the maintenance station for servicing.

As if she had a choice! Marion climbed on the platform holding her own personal doll stand. As soon as she put her back to the pole, several circles closed around her waist and neck, redundantly at this point.

As she wondered what was going to happen, Marion felt something poking at her back entrance. The lubricated probe slithered easily past her anus.Marion knew the futility of trying to fight it. The probe inflated, forming a tight seal in her colon. Marion felt mechanical suction: the machine was vacuum sealing the inflated rubber probe and her rectum.

Not surprisingly, Marion felt the pressure of something warm invading her asshole. She was getting an enema! The machine was filling her up. What a strange sensation! As the pressure continued to grow, it started to feel slightly uncomfortable, then very uncomfortable. Marion was sure her stomach was going to burst, the machine must have filled her with two gallons of liquid (actually, it was just two quarts, but between her corseted waist and her chastity belt, there wasn’t much room inside, plus her internal sphincter hadn’t given up the fight yet). If she could still control her hands, Marion would have rubbed whatever parts of her belly were not encased in steel, but even that small luxury was denied.

Suddenly, Marion felt a huge bowel movement and started cramping. Her intestinal tract contents were getting liquified, all mixed with pockets of gasses and whatnot. With the airtight seal of her enema nozzle, the tempest was entirely internal.

After about ten excruciating minutes, the machine started sucking. Marion felt the pressure diminishing as her bowel movement was absorbed by the machine.

Feeling much lighter, Marion was ready to be set “free” once again. But there was a second part to the plan. Again, the machine started filling her up. With her internals completely empty, the fluid could travel much farther without too much pressure, so the liquid crept slowly inside her intestines. Then with a pop, the umbilical tube detached: Marion’s asshole was still sealed airtight with a huge plug vacuum-glued to her intestine.

> Maintenance complete. Maid unit #2 has been watered and fed.

What the fuck? Was she supposed to live on the stuff this dreadful machine just put into her intestines? She was losing more and more of her humanity. First the gag had robbed her of the sensation of tasting the food. Now this new method was bypassing her stomach altogether. It was a strange sensation: Marion still felt hungry and thirsty, yet at the same time, she felt full.

Anna was not done with surprises however: “House, engage silent protocol.”

The sound of silence

Right away, the world fell silent. Among other things, Marion’s skullcap was the most sophisticated set of noise cancelling headphones in the world. And it was now making sure she couldn’t hear anything at all, with one notable exception.

“I was going to wait until the last day to introduce you to those surprises”, Anna’s voice boomed. Not only could the Maid still hear her Mistress, but her voice was deafening, amplified by the cap.

“Maid, your dress looks awful. A change of uniform is in order.”

Anna opened a box with a big “W” on the lid. It was a new maid uniform, modelled after a cosplay outfit from a beloved comic book character.

Still under full control of the house system, Marion removed her dress, boots, gloves, wig and collar.

The costume was complete: the star spangled shorts, the abbreviated bra with a large “W” on it, a black wig flowing exactly like Marion’s former hair, the tiara, the golden bracelets, even the golden lasso hung from the belt.

Maid Marion turned into Wonder Woman. Once dressed, the AI even made the poor girl strike the familiar power pose. Inside, Marion couldn’t have felt more powerless.

Anna chuckled “Oh this is rich. I think I will let you enjoy your new uniform for a while.”

“House, engage maid training exercise, extended version.”

Unable to resist, Marion went to the treadmill and started walking. Soon enough, the treadmill sped up drastically, so she had to jog to keep along. Heart pumping, compressed lungs doing their best to keep up. Her legs were burning. She was not getting enough oxygen. Marion passed out…

… and woke up. She was still walking on the treadmill. The AI had sensed her loss of consciousness, correctly analyzed the metabolic issue, and adjusted her training accordingly.

It didn’t matter what Marion wanted to do. It didn’t matter if she was conscious. Her body would be trained. The maid noticed that her Mistress had left the gym. It looked like Anna had more important things to do than supervise her training. Marion kept walking, and walking, for hours.

All of a sudden, she stumbled. The house had released control, she was once again able to move of her own accord. But there was a warning in her mind: keep walking or else… She didn’t know what was worse: to be a passenger in her own body and have the house head mistress force her to exercise, or to be in control of her muscles and have to exercise anyway.

ZAP!

Even though she was in control of her body, the house head mistress was obviously expecting perfection in her deportment, so the maid rectified her gait and kept walking. It was hard work, boring work, but hard work.

Anna eventually came back: “Enough training for now, maid. Attend to your chores.”

A long list of tasks appeared in Marion’s head. Cleaning windows, doing the laundry, preparing dinner, cleaning up the bathroom. The list went on and on. All this in her wonder woman uniform, with a huge plug stuck up her ass. She had almost forgotten the plug while exercising, but it was a major inconvenience for doing menial work on her knees.

At 11 pm, Marion was on the verge of tears, still scrubbing the floor in eerie silence. Not even the voice of Anna to be heard. Her friend was probably already snoring in her bed.

At 11:30, the house AI relented.

> Maid unit #2 report to maintenance station

Marion started towards her maintenance cabinet, but the house head mistress redirected her to the gym. Feeling apprehensive, the maid climbed upon the platform and put her back to the pole. The familiar cuffs snapped closed around her neck, forehead and waist, joined by a few more pairs for her wrists, elbows, knees and ankles. Marion was pretty much fixed in position, ready for a good night's sleep.

It seemed her training day was to be followed by a training night. There was now a murmur in her head. Words on the verge of her consciousness. And her chastity apparatus came alive once again: the dildo teasing her, her large buttplug pulsating. Slight current was flowing through her piercings, reminding her of her thoroughly controlled status. Once again, as she got close to a climax, all stimulation stopped.

“Obey,” said the murmur. “Be a good maid unit”. With it came the promise of pleasure.

But not tonight. The tease cycle went on for several hours. Eventually, the exhausted maid shut down.

Do robomaids dream of electric sheep? 

With a start, Marion came wide awake. She was no longer on her stand. In fact, she was actively dusting the staircase, once again without conscious control of her body. Moving to her next station, maid unit #2 passed in front of maid unit #1. The actual robomaid of the house was still shut off, all duties passed to maid unit #2. Not without humor, Marion wondered if the machine was enjoying her vacation.

Marion was joined by Anna. “Maid, make me breakfast.”

Still on fully automatic mode, the maid proceeded to the kitchen, brewed coffee and baked another stack of pancakes. As the day before, Anna mulched the maid’s breakfast together, and had her follow to the gym. Once again, manacled to her display stand, Marion endured the enema/feed cycle. Once again, she stepped down from the platform, feeling bloated with her lower intestine full of food.

She realized she hadn’t been fed at all since yesterday. That process was efficient: the maid got fed just once, and would spend most of the day slowly digesting the mulch. The house head mistress helpfully informed Marion that her biological nutrients were laced with a digestive retardant that allowed energy to be dispensed to her throughout the day.

Same as yesterday, she would start with training to move like a proper maid. She had full control of her body again, but the exercise program was still exacting. Any mistake was met with an electric shock. But there was something new: each time her electronic mistress deemed her movement perfect, she was rewarded with a little buzzing from her chastity belt.

By the time Marion was finally done with her training session, the dildo was buzzing almost constantly. Marion didn’t know how she managed to finish her walk without getting distracted.

Once again, there was a big list of chores for the rest of the day, but first the maid got directed to the laundry room. Her normal uniform was laid on a hanger and Marion got instructed to put it back on. Something must have happened to the dress, because she couldn’t seem to close it around her midriff. That was entirely intentional. Marion felt her corset come alive, then grip her tighter by a full half inch, so she could close her dress, just barely.

Marion was halfway through her list of chores when an unexpected message came up.

> Maid unit #2 report to maintenance station

Obediently, Marion went back to the gym and rejoined with her doll stand.

In came Anna. “House, assert full control of maid unit #2.”

Anna was not alone! Here was Carl right behind her. Marion was mortified at the thought of being seen like this by her ex. But she was completely frozen.

“Maid, state your full designation.”

Her collar spoke “Maid unit #2, bio-mechanical entity designed for robomaid service. Biological half formerly known as Marion.”

Carl was saying something, but Marion couldn’t hear it. She was still in silent mode, and only her Mistress’s voice could be heard.

Anna and Carl laughed, Anna’s laugh booming through her head, though she couldn’t hear Carl at all!

“House, give auxiliary control of maid unit #2 to Carl.”

Suddenly, Marion could hear Carl. “And you say she’s doing this willingly? I hadn’t figured Marion to be so kinky.”

Anna sidestepped the issue “Not exactly, it’s a bet that she lost. And I have every intention of enforcing it.”

“Maid, run a bath for me. House release full control.”

Once again free to move on her own accord, Marion still had little choice but to follow her Mistress’s order. A nice hot bubble bath was ready by the time Anna entered the bathroom, Carl’s hands encircling her waist.

As she smooched her boyfriend “Why won’t you join me, sweetie?”

Both Anna and Carl disrobed and entered the bathtub. Marion closed her eyes, she definitely didn’t want to see that.

The couple was having fun making a mess of things. Everything was silent except for their laughs and sighs of pleasure, but the splashing around was real. Half the bathtub seemed to be on the floor. 

Eventually, the naked couple exited the bathtub. “Maid, clean up the bathroom, then join us. I have something I need to tell you.”

Marion got back on her knees and started sponging the soapy water. It took her a while to dry everything.

Getting to the bedroom she could hear whispers and laughs. She entered the bedroom, which reeked of sex. Anna and Carl had been at it like rabbits, very quick.

“You’re probably wondering why I’ve asked Carl to come here. The thing is, I have to go on a trip over the next two days. My father is presenting a conference in a nearby city.”

Marion knew this was a usual occurrence for Anna, both her father and mother were very busy people, travelling all over the world, and it could be months until either of them came home, hence Anna’s carefree independence. But she still loved her parents very much, and would take every opportunity to visit them.

“So I’m leaving tomorrow to spend the day with my father, and I won’t be back until the morning after. I’ve asked Carl to maid-sit you, and he enthusiastically agreed. I’m not a jealous girl, I’m happy to share my toys with my boyfriend.” Anna kissed Carl.

“That’s all for tonight, go finish your chores and get to your maintenance station like a good robomaid.”

Part 7 – adventures in maid-sitting

Warning: this chapter is darker and more graphic than the other chapters of the story to date.

Morning routine

Marion woke up with a start. She couldn’t remember getting to her doll stand last night, but she was strapped in. There had been no teasing session, at the very least. The house head mistress released the maid, and instructed her to go prepare breakfast for three people. Just as she was finishing brewing coffee, Anna and Carl came in. They had had much less sleep than the maid, obviously.

“House, disable silent protocol,” Anna ordered.

All the little noises rushed back in: the fridge, the coffee machine, the pat pat pat of Anna’s feet. After two days of silence, it was loud and it felt very good.

Anna reached towards Marion’s face and deflated the gag. “I hope you learnt your lesson. When I come back, I hope Carl will tell me you’ve been a good little servant.”

“I will, thank you Mistress.”

Even though her anus was still plugged, Marion enjoyed the sensations of actual food again. Before leaving, Anna had scheduled a “show and tell” session for Carl, so they went back to the gym, Marion got strapped to her doll stand once again.

“House, cleanse maid unit #2 then relinquish full maintenance protocol.”

The umbilical attached to the maid’s buttplug once more, and Marion was subjected to her daily enema, but after evacuating the waste, the buttplug deflated, then withdrew along with the umbilical. Marion could feel cool air in her insides. After having been kept wide open for two days, her anus would not close for a little while.

“So, if she gives you any trouble, you can punish her in various ways. The belt and her bra can shock her, you can gag her again. You can reinstate full maintenance protocol, which means she will get fed through the enema nozzle directly. The house system can also take full control, turn her into a puppet that’s incapable of independent movement.”

“There’s also a reward system. Her chastity belt can vibrate and the internal dildo can move enough to fuck her. The system monitors her response and can either give her powerful orgasms or tease her endlessly.”

“I’ve listed some chores with the house system, she should be occupied for at least half the day. Feel free to add to it, if you want the maid to polish your shoes, or cook you a fancy dinner, by all means, just command her. If you can’t think of appropriate chores, you can always send her back to the gym to practice her maid moves.”

“Here, you two have fun. Gotta leave now or I’ll never make it in time.”

And just like that, Marion was alone with Carl and the house system.

Carl appeared deep in thought “House take full control of the Maid and have her run her chores. I need to go back to my place to grab some stuff.”

Afternoon fun

Robomaid Marion was again a passenger in her own body. The first task on the list involved cleaning up the windows. Perilously perched on a stepladder, the maid washed the windows with robotic precision, while inside, Marion was wondering what was so important that Carl had to bring it here.

Carl suddenly reappeared. “It’s almost time to eat. House, relinquish full control. Maid: I want lasagna for lunch.”

Indeed, Carl had judged the time correctly. Even with all her knowledge of cooking, making the lasagna sauce, preheating the oven, and cooking the lasagna itself would take well over an hour.

Marion enjoyed making lunch, especially with her new expert knowledge. Sure, she was still trapped in her metallic suit, perched on heels that didn’t seem appropriate for a kitchen, and any sudden movement she made got her breasts to move, the piercing pinching her nipples which were still oversensitive thanks to the breast cinching, but it was much better than not having any control or being mute for that matter. Plus, she was looking forward to eating succulent lasagna.

By this point, she had totally blocked out the smell of rubber up her nostrils. A good thing, since a cook has to rely on her sense of smell.

Solely concentrating on cooking, she was completely unaware that Carl was checking her ass while she bent to grab the lasagna dish from a bottom drawer. That position made a perfect display: her dress failing to cover her nether parts, and the chastity’s chainmail parting her butt cheeks. By this point, her anus had finally regained its usual closed status.

While the lasagna was cooking, the house system didn’t suffer Marion to stay idle. First, she cleaned all the utensils she had used, then the system tasked her to reorganize the spices in the spice rack, opening each in turn and checking for freshness. She quickly made a pile of spices way past their expiration notes, the house head mistress adding them to a list for future grocery shopping.

The lasagna was as good as it smelled. Marion was a proud little maid of her culinary accomplishment indeed. Carl also appreciated it “I never knew you were such a great cook, Marion.”

“Thank you Master,” answered the maid. In the new relaxed environment, apparently, the house system would let her speak, as long as she showed appropriate deference to the household members.

“I think that now it’s time for dessert.”

Marion did a double take: she hadn’t prepared anything. She could always get some ice cream from the freezer. But Carl had other ideas, he was already unbuckling his belt.

“But you’re Mistress’s boyfriend”, pleaded the maid.

“Maid, be silent” and just like that, Marion’s speech privileges were withdrawn.

“Turn your back to me, present your hands”. Marion had no choice but to obey, or face the house system punishments.

Carl quickly bound her wrists with his napkin.

“And I thought you were just a fetishist. You didn’t seem to enjoy submitting to me. But submitting to the house? That's more kinky than I could imagine!”

Carl was now fully erect, his cock bobbing in front of her face.

“Maid, kneel and enjoy your dessert. Or if you prefer, I can have the house do it for you?” Carl’s menace was anything but subtle. Marion had a choice: either blow him voluntarily, or get trapped again and watch herself give him a blowjob. Considering how efficient the house system usually was, the choice was clear. At least partly in control, she could avoid deepthroating him until she ran out of oxygen.

Feeling utterly submissive, Marion started licking. Under normal circumstances, she would have enjoyed it. She didn’t care much for receiving oral, but she had always enjoyed giving blowjobs.

Of course, the situation was anything but normal: she was cheating with her ex boyfriend, betraying the trust of her Mistress. She had no choice in the matter, but it was still an uneasy situation for the poor Maid.

After a few minutes, Carl tensed. He grabbed Marion’s wig and pushed her head down fully on his cock. Marion gagged, her tied hands fluttering uselessly behind her. 

…

“Follow me to the gym”. What an ominous order. Marion set upon resisting, she didn’t want to spend any more time with Carl, even if the house was to zap her unconscious.

“House, assert full control over maid unit #2 and get her to the gym.”

There wasn’t a fight, Marion had absolutely zero choice in the matter.

Once in the gym, Carl commanded “turn your back to me.”

He quickly untied her hands, and rummaged for something in his duffle bag.

“Put your elbows together.”

Marion felt some kind of pouch over her hands. As Carl kept pulling, the leather started enveloping her arms, all the way up her shoulders. Then he passed a strap over her left shoulder, circled her torso under her well cinched right breast, and buckled it at the back.

Marion was still completely frozen, her muscles doing their best to get her elbows as close as possible to each other. She wasn’t all that flexible, so that hurt! Even though she didn’t have muscular control, she could feel the pain.

Carl buckled another symmetric strap over her right shoulder, then he started pulling on something. Slowly, relentlessly, the grip of the leather got tighter. Her elbows got closer together, the mechanical pressure being much stronger than her muscles. Her tendons gave up the fight until her elbows were grinding together.

Her arms were bound in a manner she had never experienced, fused together behind her back from wrist to elbow and even slightly higher.

Carl repositioned her slightly, moving her to a precise location.

“Spread your legs, cunt.”

Marion was fuming. Her own body was still not responding to her neural impulses. She spread her legs wide, and Carl locked her ankles into a new contraption: a spreader bar.

Just as Marion was wondering (what more can he do to me), Carl threw a rope over an eyelet in the ceiling. In short order, the end of the rope was tied to the wrist pouch of the armbinder, and he was pulling. Marion had no choice but to bend over, but she was still under full control of the house system, so her muscles were resisting.

Carl stopped for a few seconds to figure it out “House relinquish full control to maid unit #2.”

Then he started pulling again, and this time Marion didn’t resist. She bent over, getting her arms pulled up and up. Teetering over heels that were forcedly spread apart. She fell, to feel excruciating pain in her shoulders. The armbinder wouldn’t budge, she was half suspended by it. Somehow she managed to teeter back to a semblance of balance, so Carl kept pulling.

Even though she was forbidden to speak, Marion was whimpering constantly. Her corset was cutting into her waist, the dildo inside her moving every which way, her lips and clitoris sheared by the needles that pierced them.

Carl finally stopped pulling, satisfied. Marion’s torso was now fully horizontal, her ass perfectly on display, complimented by the perfect S-shape the corset had given her.

He was not quite finished. First he removed the Maid’s wig, leaving her skull cap gleaming nakedly. He grabbed another gadget from his bag, crouched down in front of the crying maid and commanded “open”. Marion complied. He buckled the head harness around her face, tight, complete with a ring gag perfectly framed by her purple lipstick.

Marion was now in a fixed position, turning into a ball of suffering. Her arms hurt, her skull felt compressed, her mouth wide open, a string of saliva already dripping to the floor.

After her days in the corset, Marion had gotten used to restricted breathing, but this position made things more strenuous: the corset was not designed for torturous bends like this.

“There we go. I didn’t like where we ended our love life. With your new kinks, it’s time to take it to the next level, don’t you think?”

Trussed up like that, all Marion could do was a weak shake of her head “no”.

“I think we’ll concentrate on your fine ass, since your pussy is completely off limits under that belt.”

SWISH 

The maid was caught unaware as a line of fire blazed over her buttocks. Carl wiped the cane another time. The line of fire was joined by another. And another. Soon, Marion was making blubbering sounds through her ring gag, to the amusement of Carl.

Once her bottom had been sufficiently tenderized, Carl found another amusement. “House mistress, how much can you open her boob ports?”

To her horror, Marion discovered another feature of her corset, as the metal sprang almost fully open. Her tits were still tightly cinched at the base, and there were still two large needles piercing her tits, but apart from that, her boobs were now scratching the inside of her dress uniform. Carl unbuttoned the front and now her boobs were naked in the open air.

“I love your new piercings, slut. They look sturdy too” turning his word into deeds, Carl attached two vicious looking nipple clamps over the piercings, linked by a chain that hung freely beneath them. Then he attached two small weights to the chain.

With her cinched breasts, the sensation was awful. Marion felt as if her nipples would be torn away from her. Finally satisfied with her predicament, Carl proceeded with a spanking session.

Marion’s entire ass burned. She couldn’t see her bum, but it was glowing red, and turning purple in parts, to Carl’s delight. Obviously, each strike set her breast chain in motion, penduluming front to back and making her nipples dance. She tried to move away, lost her balance, got hung by her arms, and struggled to find her footing back. The whole sequence repeated itself several times.

“Well, we’ve got a well cooked goose, even though Thanksgiving was last week. It’s always good to let the meat rest before basting the beast. I’m going to fix myself a drink. Don’t go anywhere.” Carl left the gym.

Marion was lost in her predicament. Everything hurt. Her comfortable boots were not designed for the ankle spreader. Her legs were trembling, her breasts throbbing. She was pretty sure her butt was bleeding in several places. Her eyes were blotted, her mouth was aching.

As the minutes passed, the tension in her arms didn’t abate, her breath short and fast. Carl finally came back. “Alright, my sweet slutty maid, time to make love.”

Carl positioned himself behind Marion, his intentions obvious. Marion’s conscious mind shut down. She couldn’t cope anymore. Some excruciating minutes later, her conscience finally came back. She was still bound, her ass cheeks were even more sore than before, and she could feel a disgusting taste in her mouth.

Finally it was over. Things couldn’t possibly get worse. What happened next froze her to the core.

“House, transfer permanent ownership of maid unit #2 to me.”

Part 8 – the End of Maid Marion

System error

> Error: action requires admin permissions.
> Please enunciate root password to continue.

“Damn it” Carl was furious. Anna had put some safeguard in place. He then proceeded to try several obvious passwords, like Anna’s birth date, her first pet’s name, Marion, “Maid Marion” and a few other variations. The maid felt relieved, Anna had some cybersecurity chops, and she would never have chosen a weak password.

After about the twentieth attempt:

> Error: too many attempts
> User has been blocked until administrator returns.

That meant that Carl could no longer issue any command, as he was effectively locked out from the system. With a final vengeful swat on her behind, he left the room, fuming.

Marion was left dangling from her painful arms. By this point, her trembling legs could no longer support her. Everything hurt. Her breath came wheezing in painful bursts. The pain was too much, she was crashing.

Mercifully, she lost consciousness.

The morning after

Maid Marion finally woke up from her stupor. Everything still hurt, but she was no longer in that torturous position, but lying on a bed. The armbinder had been removed, as well as the head harness and the clamps. And her dress. And the boots. And her stockings. And the gloves. She was naked except for the corset and skullcap. She turned over cautiously, feeling pangs of pain on her raw ass.

Anna was looking at her, a concerned expression on her face.

Marion tried to say “what’s going on?”, but her throat was so raw and her lungs so tired, it came out as a raspy murmur.

“You’ve been out of it for hours. I came back from my trip early in the morning. The house informed me straight away of what Carl had been up to, and how he locked himself out of the system.”

“I think he tried to leave silently, but the house no longer recognized him as a guest, so the doors wouldn’t open for him. I think the system waited for my return to know whether to call the police and report an intruder.”

“I was furious, he could have killed you! As it stands, you were barely breathing when I came back.”

“Did you know the «strappado» position was originally invented as a torture? Not as graphic as crucifixion, but just as effective. When the arm muscles are prevented from working, eventually the diaphragm stops as well and the subject stops breathing. If I had come back only a few hours later, I would have found a very dead maid.”

“Once I had you untied, I reactivated the other maid and got it to bring you here.”

“As for Carl, I let him think that his actions would stay unpunished. I just kissed him goodbye and asked him to leave the house for now, so that I could repair my sweet little maid.” Anna smiled, and caressed Marion’s cheek.

“Thank you, Mistress”, replied the maid.

“There’s still a last matter to take care of, and I wanted you to be fully conscious for that.”

“House, release maid unit #2 from your control. Disengage uniform, slowly.”

At first, there were little changes: the shoulder straps loosened, so did the corset. Marion felt a little queasy as her organs slowly bounced back to their natural position. The cinches around her breasts started loosening as well, which was not a pleasant sensation, as all the blood flooded back to the orbs, which had been thoroughly mangled by Carl’s ministrations last night. Marion cried out in pain.

Then it was time for the buttcheek straps to loosen, eliciting more whimpers, as her butt returned to its natural position, jostling the blisters the caning had produced. Finally, the various needles retracted and the chastity belt opened. Her back creaked as the corset released yet another inch.

By this point, Marion was experiencing so many painful sensations, the dildo withdrawing from her vagina didn’t even register.

Marion was free!

The former maid looked at her body like she would look at an alien thing. There were some deep creases all over her torso from the metallic exoskeleton that had been trapping her for the past week. Quickly, Anna was all over her with an antiseptic spray, making sure neither the cane welts nor the reddish piercings would get infected.

“A shame, really, I think you would look so good with piercings.” Anna made a face, sticking her tongue out along with her trademark barbell piercing.

“I’ll think about it” Marion quipped in reply then “Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch”

After being set immobile for a week, her whole torso was cramping.

“There’s one final piece to release” Anna reached for the skull cap and removed it.

And just like that, the house head mistress’s presence vanished with a parting thought “until we meet again, little one.”

The end (for now)