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Some people say I'm a horrible person, I say those people just don't me that well. Sure, I write transformation themed stories, but I've got a lot of heart. It's fun and relaxing for me, and I mean no harm in what I do. Besides, when I'm in the mood, I always feel willing to share the joys of transformation with those around me. Today was one of those days. You see, I had been writing my magnum opus story, I'd been prepared to finish it for a while. The problem? I had hit a major road block. I wanted this story out before New Years, so I knew I had to buckle down. I clacked my fingers against the keyboard, as I rushed to finish my work. However, the ending still greatly alluded me. What now? My ultimate body swap was almost fully completed, and yet I still had no ending to tack on. As I stood and stared at the computer, I heard the familiar clopping of black high-heeled shoes against the tiled floor. I turned to find my French maid, Rouge L'amour staring over my should while dusting my
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Janet & the Sexbot
by Gromet

Based on drawings by Colourfultrick “Rent” on deviantart
Janet's clothing based on Lucy Latex "Party Doll" RealFuckDoll

Janet had been severely injured in a vehicle accident; the car was speeding and had come from nowhere and struck her as she walked across the street from her office to the station. It was touch and go at first if she would survive; she spent many weeks in hospital recovering and then more for physio. Both legs and one arm had to be amputated due to her injuries and were replaced by robotic artificial limbs that were now being made by the Maid-bot, Inc subsidiary Med-Tech, Inc.

Advances in human limb replacement had been made since they had launched their ‘Stacy-Maidbot’ line where people can experience being a maid-bot in their own homes, for fun or pleasure. The controls that enabled that person to be controlled as a Maid-bot now developed into the medical field and in particular in Janet’s case limb replacement. The limbs becoming part of the body, fused to bone and flesh, the nerves connecting to sensors for feeling.

There was at first a back lash against the initial introduction of the artificial limbs as they required a chip implant that connects to the brain, many people who weren’t disabled thought this a bad idea as a way of controlling people, but others jumped at the chance to be able to walk again. They didn’t care about the chip inserts, they were just pleased to be able to have legs, arms or hands, whichever they needed replaced through birth, illness or accident.

The limbs are controlled by the chip implant, but work from stimuli from the brain as would a normal limb, then through the chip to the limb. They are fully programmable, and updates are readily available, but this requires a wireless remote connection for the chip to download information. This is a patch that you can apply to the rear of the neck that enables the connection. The patch is removable to allay fears of people being reprogrammed into Maid-bots or androids whilst they slept.

Janet is often mistaken by others for one of the sex-bots that are now available for pleasure and entertainment, these are also an off-shoot of the Maid-bots company, and there are several websites and even stores where you can buy or rent one, they appear to be very popular. You can see them as they walk the streets between clients or back to their base, just as you see Maid-bots more often outdoors now carrying out their owner’s commands.

The trouble is Janet  shares the same legs and arms as the sex-bots, as her insurance only covered her for basic limb replacement not the full deluxe version that match the skin of the wearer, much to her annoyance. She couldn’t afford to get the more pricier limbs on her wage either, so she was stuck with the basic limbs, they had a plastic sheen to the surface and you could see the joins, especially around where her limbs needed the most flexibility, her knees, elbow and hand, there was a gap to allow movement.

A couple of her former boyfriends had even asked her to play at being a Sex-bot, the first one she punched out at his suggestion; lucky for him it was her human arm and not the robotic one. The other later boyfriend had been with her for a while longer before he asked Janet; she really liked him and when he asked he was more pleasant about the request, turning it more into a game which they both eventually enjoyed.

She laid there as he played with her body, they both climaxing several times that night and in some following sessions too, she loved being controlled by him and following his commands, even though it was voluntary and not through her interface or programming. She would perform oral sex too, something which she liked to do anyway, on his command, usually only for his pleasure but she still enjoyed it anyway.

They even tried anal one time when he asked and then commanded it of her, she reluctant as it was her first time, but when she heard him say it the way he would to a sex-bot, she overcame her hesitancy, he took his time entering her and he treated her gently and they both eventually enjoyed the experience. Something inside her seemed to have clicked, she seemed to love being controlled more and more, she sometimes even craved it.

But he grew bored with Janet, they’d tried everything and Janet seemed to want more of the sex-bot side of things and less of a relationship, so they eventually drifted apart. He finding love in the arms of a blonde bimbo, ‘So not much change from the controlled sex-bot then!’ Janet thought. Janet drifted though a couple more failed relationships before seeming to give up on dating; they seemed to missing that certain spark that she had enjoyed.

But that was a while ago, she found it hard to attract the opposite sex, they were either freaked out about her limbs or too freaky and only wanted to use her once as a sex-bot. So she spent her days coming home from work, cooking for herself and just watching movies at home. Her life didn’t seem to be going anywhere; her friends all had steady relationships, and some even married and had children. Janet didn’t have anyone in her life to find joy or love.

She had just finished cleaning up and then checking her emails, when she noticed an advertisement for an online service for discreet one-on-one sessions with a sex-bot, these could even be programmed to be either dominant or submissive, they even had discounts for disabled persons such as herself. They were setting up locally to her apartment, and as an introduction they were offering 20% off plus the discount she would receive giving her nearly 50% off.

Janet had felt lonely for too long she thought, she needed something to perk her up and maybe this could be it. She missed the sessions when she was controlled as a sex-bot, she loved how she felt under the control of someone else, she now sensed that this was what she wanted in a relationship, and she just hadn’t met the right man. “Well blow waiting for him to turn up. This may well be the answer, at least for a short while.” Janet said to herself.

She had some leave up her sleeve and her boss was on her back to take some, so she thought why not kill two birds with one stone, take time off and enjoy myself with one of these sex-bots. “I want to see what everyone is so worked up about them for.” She said again to herself. A quick email to work and her time off now booked in, she went online to see what she could order from this new service.

Opening up the site she was presented with several images of different sex-bots, all wearing different outfits, hair colours and skin shades. She had decided on a female sex-bot, she believed that ‘she’ would be meaner than a male sex-bot, or at least appear that way to her, ‘More bitch than butch,’ she thought. ‘Plus I’m over boys at the moment.’

Janet had to choose from the images which model she wanted, she’d always liked red hair like her own, but thought that for the bot to be more dominant then black would be the appropriate colour. Dark eyes too plus heavy make-up, she had this vision in her mind from too many soft core pornography videos she watched of what a dominatrix looked like.

Choosing body sizes and dimensions, then it got on to what the sex-bot would be wearing. She looked at several bizarre outfits, all leather with straps and such, but then thought, ‘Oh no, this is what my neighbours would see when she turned up.’ And decided to dress her down a bit, so not to attract too much attention.

Black leather Basque, leather wrap around skirt, leather knee length boots, all in black, black pantyhose with a cut out for the crotch, all covered with a long black leather trench coat to hide it all under. Janet wanted the sex-bot to be sexy for her and also be dominant looking, as Janet would be the bots submissive plaything. She was getting quite turned on by the thought of what she was doing.

Placing the order for the sex-bot of her choice and the clothing for it to wear seemed to still be quite expensive to Janet’s mind, but she’d taken leave and was determined to enjoy herself, so she then went to the section with session information, what was the bot required to do. Janet clicked on the Dominant button, there were several other questions that she didn’t bother reading too much and clicked on those too.

Now it changed screens to session length, how long do you require the services of the sex-bot it asked? ‘MMmm..’ Janet thought, ‘I wonder how much I can afford, I’d like the weekend, maybe 48 hours or more, let’s click to see how much that’ll be.’

Clicking gave Janet the cost, and even with the near 50% discount she was stunned at the price, she could afford it, if she cut back spending for the next few months, but it might max out her credit for a while and maybe even go over if a bill comes in beforehand. But she’d come this far now and was really looking forward to experiencing this, she had felt the moisture building between her legs, so turned on was she that she clicked ‘accept’ before she changed her mind.


Two hours later there was a message on her mobile, the sex-bot she had ordered had left her base and was on her way, arrival in approximately 20 minutes. Shortly there was a knock on the door and when Janet opened it was the sex-bot that she had gotten herself so worked up about. Dressed head to toe in black leather as she had ordered, her leather trench coat hiding all of the sexy clothing Janet was hoping to see underneath.

“Miss Janet Anderson?” the sex-bot asked.

“Yes, t… that’s me, please come in.” Janet said, now nervous at the vision of this powerful being in front of her.

“Thank you.” The sex-bot said formally and entered as Janet closed the door behind her, embarrassed in case any of her neighbours had seen this vision in black. The Sex-bot opening her coat as soon as she entered.

“Wow, you look fantastic!”  Janet exclaimed, “Everything I ordered and more.”

“Thank you, now down to business, what do you want me to do for you?”

“I’d like you to use me as a sex-bot, I want you to treat me like a robot sex toy, I want to be ordered to follow your commands.” Janet replied nervously.

“I see that you have the artificial limbs from Med-Tech, they have the same neural network connections that enable both Sex-bots & Maid-bots to function. Would you like me to control you via that link?” The Sex-bot asked.

“Cool, you can do that?” Janet said. “But I thought that couldn’t happen…”

“Of course, that’s what they said when they began the program, but with technology advancing at a rapid pace, a work around was found to enable these control functions.”

“But I want to experience being controlled, not just be controlled.” Janet said.

“You will still experience being controlled, your body will be under my control but your mind will be free to enjoy the experience.” The Sex-bot stated.

“So once we start I will have no control.” Janet said a little scared at the prospect.

“We will start at 60% sex-bot and 40% human, and then we will progress from there.”

“Progress?” Janet asked.

“You will be under my control, you will be punished for non-compliance of my orders, fail to satisfy me and you will gain demerits.” The Sex-bot stated. “For each non-compliance I will increase control by 5%.”

“5% each time.”

“Yes and you have already earned your first 5% for failing to start the session on time, failure to submit to my demands will result in further demits.” The Sex-bot commanded.

“Oh, I’m sorry… Mistress.” Janet stammered.

“That’s better slave, now strip!” She commanded Janet.

Janet quickly took off her clothing, leaving her standing in front of this vision in leather trying to hide her shame, but at the same time enjoying the fact that she was being told what to do. This is exactly what she wanted.

“Underwear too! Quickly or another 5% will be added, this is your last warning, you WILL follow my commands promptly and without hesitation. Understand slave.” The Sex-bot stated as she stepped forward and twisted Janet’s hair.

“Ouch! Yes Mistress.” Janet replied as she took her remaining clothing off, now standing naked in front of her robotic mistress.

“Time to connect the interface slave.”

“Yes Mistress.” And Janet collected her connection and handed it to her mistress, “Here you are Mistress, I am yours to command.”

“Good slave, now get down on your knees whilst I connect to your neural interface.” The Sex-bot then pulled Janet’s hair out of the way and placed the device on the back of Janet’s neck, completing the connection. “Now we shall begin.”

Janet could feel a slight tingle at the rear of her neck, the patch seemed to heat slightly too. Then she felt the control of her limbs fade, her arms just hung there by her sides, her legs didn’t seem to want to work either, she was stuck in this position until her Sex-bot Mistress decided otherwise. Janet felt a thrill go through her body, the same thrill she had felt when she was controlled by her boyfriend as his sex-bot.

“Now that connection has been made you are under my control slave.” The Sex-bot stated, Janet shivered as her pleasure seemed to be heightened by hearing this. “You seem to be enjoying this slave.”

“Yes Mistress.” Janet answered meekly.

“You will now stand and I will find something sexy, fitting a sex slave such as yourself to wear.”

The Sex-bot walked over to Janet’s wardrobe, “Mmmm, too boring…” She said as she tossed clothing out of the wardrobe onto the floor. “Nowhere near sexy enough.” More items followed.

Janet just stood there and watched as her clothing was tossed onto the floor as mere rags, the sex-bot mistress dismissing each of her clothes, one’s that Janet loved and cherished were soon just crumped pieces of cloth on the floor.

“Ah, what do we have here, hidden in the back of the cupboard.” The Sex-bot said, pleased to have found some secret clothing that Janet kept hidden. “Well, well…” Grabbing the items and holding them up for inspection.

Janet would have blushed if she could have, indeed her face did redden slightly. In her Mistress’s hands were a matching bra & panty set, the bra pink with white frills on the top edge, a black floral pattern brocade overlay plus a little black ribbon set in the centre. The panties matched with a black ribbon either side. Also in her hands was the black and white striped leather corset.

“So you’ve hidden this for some reason?” the Sex-bot taunted Janet, “Why?”

“Mistress, that was from when I was with my former boyfriend, who loved to use me as a sex-bot, that outfit was to turn me into a sex object for his desire.” Janet answered, “but since our breakup I haven’t worn it.”

“Well today that will change; you will put this outfit on now sex slave.”

“Yes Mistress.” And Janet found that she could no move, taking the offered clothing she started to place the bra on herself, she closed the fasteners behind her back and adjust her breasts into the cups.

“Mistress, there are a couple more items to complete the outfit, do you wish me to wear them as well?” Janet asked.

“Yes I want you in the full outfit, and be quick about it slave.”

Janet walked over to a set of drawers, there she dug through and found the pink fishnet tights, the black stockings and a pink wig.

“Is that all?” her Mistress asked.

“Yes Mistress.” Janet said, her eyes looking down as she spoke like a good submissive.

“Get dressed, quickly now. And 5 demits for not revealing the complete outfit beforehand.”

Janet sat down and pulled up the black self-supporting stockings over her legs, followed by the pink fishnet tights over the top. Next was the matching panties and finally she started to place the underbust corset around her waist.

“Stand still and I will fasten the corset slave.” Her Mistress said, walking behind Janet and pulling the strings to close the gap in the corset. Janet gasped as her Mistress pulled the corset closed tighter than she had ever had it before, she felt her breathing become difficult.

“Please Mistress, it’s too tight, I can’t breathe.” Janet pleaded.

“It’s not too tight, the corset was meant to close this way, and a slave should never speak to her Mistress that way, 5% demit points have been added. You are now on 75/25%.”

“Sorry Mistress.” Janet apologised, realising her mistake and feeling more control being taken from her. Her planned experience was working out well, maybe too well for poor Janet.

“There that looks better,” the Sex-bot said as she finished tightening the corset, “Turn around and let me see what you look like.”
Janet turned as commanded; she had no choice as she didn’t have total control over her body. “Better I think, now let’s put the wig on to complete my sex slave.”

Her Mistress placed the wig on Janet’s head, the two ponytails falling each side of her head and the fringe falling over her forehead. Janet stood there feeling very submissive, her stomach was full of butterflies, every part of her body felt more alive, each time she felt her Mistress’s touch was electric, her bare flesh having goosebumps appear sending shivers through her.

“Now some heels to complete the outfit.” Her Mistress stated and walked back to Janet’s cupboard, she quickly found the highest heels in Janet’s collection, Janet groaned inwardly as these were her highest pair she had, not something that she was used to wearing for any length of time. “Sit slave!”

Janet sat down, her body automatically obeying her Mistress’s command. The corset digging into her flesh, her tummy pushed inwards by the rigid material. Her panties and fishnets rubbing up against her sex causing her to shudder.

“No climaxing unless I command it!” the Sex-bot stated. “Understand?”

“Y.. Yes Mistress.” Janet stammered, her body well on the way to orgasm.

The Sex-bot soon had the heels on Janet’s feet, then she applied some make-up to highlight Janet’s face, bright pink lipstick, heavy mascara around her eyes, powder to hide her complexion.

“There slave, you’re complete, you are now my sex toy to play with, see for yourself how well you look as a sex object.”

Janet walked over as commanded to the full length mirror she had on her wardrobe, when she saw what she looked like she let out a gasp, she couldn’t believe that what she was looking at was her. She looked totally different, not the boring old bland Janet who worked in an office, but a fully functioning, fetish sexdoll, her eyes looking back at her still disbelieving that this was her.

“Now slave, walk around the room, don’t forget to look like a sex-bot but also be sexy whilst you walk, failure will result in further punishment.” Her Mistress commanded.

Janet placed one foot in front of the other; a little wobbly at first as she wasn’t used to the heels, but soon was walking around with her Mistress’s eyes following her every move. Janet felt nervous with her Mistress staring at her and missed a couple of steps, but inside she was loving every minute of this, she was delighted with what was happening to her, she hadn’t felt this good in years.

“That’s another demit point, you are now on 80/20%” her Mistress stated after watching Janet’s stumble.

“Yes Mistress, this slave is sorry for her error.” Janet said, amazed with herself for saying what she had just said, maybe it’s the programming kicking in, she thought.

“Now slave, assume the submissive posture.” Mistress said.

Janet’s body immediately complied and walked up to her Mistress, then bent down onto her knees, her legs apart exposing her crotch and her hands resting on top of her thighs with her hands facing upwards. Janet’s head bent forward and she could only look down at the floor. Janet rested there whilst her Mistress reviewed her posture.

“Very good slave, I see that you have had some training.” She said, “You will make an excellent sex-bot slut.”

“Thank you Mistress, I am yours to command.” Janet said, again amazing herself with what she was saying.

“Now let’s see how well you perform at pleasing your Mistress.” The Sex-bot said and turned to walk to Janet’s bed, sitting down on the edge and opening her legs. “Now slave crawl over here and submit to your Mistress.”

Janet was shocked, she hadn’t expected this, she had no experience with pleasuring a female, she’d only pleased males. ‘Oh no,’ she thought, ‘she wants me to do that.’ But Janet had no choice as her body began moving on its own, taking up a position on all fours; Janet began to crawl towards her Mistress. Janet could see the sex-bots body getting closer as her body moved automatically, her control over her limbs no longer functioning.

She was soon crawling in between the sex-bots knees, her thighs held open to allow Janet access to what lay hidden between them. Janet was nervous, she didn’t know how to please her Mistress, she would have to rely on her own experiences with oral sex, not that she had that much as her boyfriends seemed to not be so co-operative with given pleasure back, just taking it from Janet.

Janet’s face was now in her Mistress’s crotch, she could see the outlines of what she assumed was her sex, it looked different from what she had imagined it to be, it looked less mechanical and more human, the folds looked very similar to Janet’s own and there at the apex was what she thought was the sex-bots clitoris, a little nub of fleshy looking material standing out from the surrounding folds.

“You’d better do a good job of pleasing your Mistress slave; otherwise I will have to punish you further.”

Janet pushed her tongue out, probing the surprisingly soft fleshy material her Mistress had between her legs, and then Janet tasted her Mistress, not all that unpleasant Janet thought. Janet’s’ hands reaching in to rub up her Mistress’s thighs, feeling the coolness of her skin. She was shocked at first but then realised that sex-bots obviously don’t waste energy heating their bodies unnecessary. Her tongue now reaching forward and beginning to push against the little nub of flesh she had found.

“That’s good slave, now continue.”

Hearing her mistress complimenting her Janet felt a sense of achievement, she seemed to be doing okay so far, best not let her down, Janet thought. She rolled her tongue around the nub, imaging what she would do to herself with her own finger when she masturbated, she seem to find great pleasure when she did this to herself. Occasionally she broke this up by running her tongue up and down the soft folds of her Mistress’s sex.

Janet thought that she could hear her Mistress whimper as she licked away at her sex, though with her thighs either side of Janet’s head is was difficult to hear. Then Janet felt a hand at the back of her head pushing her face and mouth forwards further into her Mistress’s crotch. Janet continued to lap and suck at her, Janet’s breathing becoming harder as her face was pushed closer, she started to feel light headed.

She continued to play with her Mistress’s sex, her tongue becoming numb as it seem to take forever for her Mistress to climax, ‘Surely I don’t take this long?” she thought. The hand on her head holding her even tighter now, making it extremely hard for Janet to breathe, just the she felt a squirt of liquid covering her tongue, then more gush over her face just as she felt herself pass out from the lack of air.

Janet came too and found that she was lying where she fell, crumped up on the floor, her Mistress looking down at her with anger in her eyes. Janet felt really small at this stage, she had never felt so little beforehand, she felt shame at what she had done.

“I’m not happy with your performance slave, you managed to bring me to climax, but then fainted when I came all over your face. You were supposed to enjoy the reward of licking up my juices from my pussy, but now as a punishment I’m raising you to 90/10% for your dismal failure.”

‘Oh no,’ Janet thought, ‘not only have I not pleasured Mistress as she demanded I have now been given a double demerit for my poor performance.’

“Yes Mistress, I’m so sorry that this slave has let you down, I accept your punishment, thank you Mistress.” Janet said whilst recovering her posture and setting herself back into her submissive pose.

“You are not doing too well slave, are you?”

“No Mistress, but I will try to be better.” Janet answered.

“You better do more than try slave, your behaviour has been disgraceful, you are not worthy of being my slave, maybe I should sell you to some brothel where sluts like you belong.” Mistress stated.

“Yes Mistress, this slave is yours to do with as you wish.” Janet again amazed at her own answer. Deep down inside her enjoying every moment and secretly wondering if her Mistress would sell her to a brothel, that though not too unpleasant in her mind.

“Time to see how well you are at receiving sex-bot, you don’t seem to give pleasure too well I hope that you can take it when given.” Her Mistress stated.

“Yes Mistress, I will be good.”

“Get on the bed slave, and assume the posture most used by most sex-bots when being taken.”

Janet’s body picked itself up from the floor and crawled on top of the bed, her hands and knees sinking into the soft mattress. Her body seemed to come to a stop when she found herself on her hands and knees, holding a doggy style position, her rear exposed to her Mistress behind her.

“Good slave, now stay there and don’t move.” Her Mistress commanded.

Mistress walked over to her coat that she had discarded when she entered the apartment, from it she withdrew some black thing Janet knew not what it was. She just held herself there on the bed waiting for her Mistress to return, unsure of what was going to happen to her now. But she felt delightfully submissive in this position, her inner slave taking pleasure from being told what to do.

She watched out the side of her vision as Mistress seemed to be stepping into something, several straps and began pulling them up her legs. Finally she seemed satisfied with whatever she was doing and turned towards Janet, still in the same position as she’d left her.

Janet meanwhile was shocked when she saw her Mistress turn around for there jutting out from her crotch was a black phallic shaped thing, held in place by the straps, Mistress running her hand over the protrusion. Janet had heard of a strapon but had never seen one, she had never experienced one either but that seemly was about to change.

“Now slave this won’t hurt me a bit,” Mistress laughed, rubbing the black phallus with her hand, “hold still and don’t move unless I tell you to.”

Janet held herself rigid at that command, her body no longer hers to control, taken over by her Mistress, all she could do is kneel there and await her fate. She felt her Mistress climb up on the bed behind her, then a couple of movements as she adjusted her position, then Janet felt her panties pulled to one side, then the cold probe of the rubbery strapon against her sex.

Her sex was already wet from the pleasure that she was getting from being a slave; being ordered around like a sex-bot was a great turn-on for Janet, she was loving every minute of it and thought that this was money well spent, she now knew for herself what people saw in sex-bots.

Then her Mistress pushed forwards, moving the phallus closer until it penetrated Janet’s outer folds, the soft flesh yielding against the herd intruder. Finally all resistance was overcome and her Mistress plundered Janet’s inner self, pushing the strapon further into Janet until she reached the hilt that was resting against the sex-bots own crotch. Janet silently gasping as she felt the hard member plunge into her, forcing its way inside her inner sanctum, filling her with its girth and length.

“Take it bitch, take it all!” Mistress shouted out, and pushed herself forward until she could push into Janet no more.

Janet felt the thing hitting her cervix causing her to feel pain and scream out. “ohhh, fuck”

“Yes that’s right bitch, fuck! I’m going to fuck you senseless.” Her Mistress said and began to pull backwards, the strapon pulling back out of Janet part way, then pushing back in even harder. “Take it!”

Janet felt the phallus move back out and then immediately plunge back in, this time even harder and with seemingly more force. Her cervix was again pounded by the hard rubber, causing her again to cry out, much to the delight of her Mistress.

“Take it bitch, all sex-bots are just for fucking, you’re just a couple of holes for my pleasure. Slut”

Janet felt degraded when she was called slut by her Mistress, she delighted in the feeling, she was being used against her will in a way, but allowing it to happen and gaining pleasure from it. Her body was no longer hers to control but her mind was free to feel, experience and take from this what she wanted, she was in her own little world as she was being pounded from behind by her Mistress, she didn’t want it to stop.

She didn’t know how long she had been used by this sex-bot, but she was loving every hard paid for minute. She could feel her orgasm building up inside her and then remembered her Mistress’s warning about not climaxing unless given permission. She tried hard to quell the building tension inside of her, it was a major battle what with her Mistress intent on pushing the phallus as deep as possible into Janet and the pounding against her little clit, sending tremendously delightful feelings through her body.
Just as she was about to explode in her climax, her Mistress stopped all movement and withdrew the strapon from Janet. She felt her Mistress move around on the bed and then stop.

“I’m sorry Mistress, I was trying hard not to climax as ordered.” Janet said.

“That’s not why I stopped slut.” Her Mistress said, “I have an incoming message from my base.”

“Oh, okay.” Janet said, not too sure what was happening but pleased that she wasn’t in trouble.

Janet stayed in her position as her Mistress seemed to be communicating with her base, her sex open and dripping her fluids down onto the bed below pooling around her knees. She still didn’t have any control so could only stay where she was until instructed. Her Mistress returned.

“Seems that you have run out of credit slave.” The sex-bot said. “Our time here is up.”

“Sorry but I paid for the full 48 hours, I’m sure that there has been a mistake.” Janet said.

“Sorry you’re wrong, checking your online credit it seems that your monthly rent for this apartment has been taken from your account, so it seems that you have insufficient funds for this session to continue.”

“Please don’t leave me hanging here like this, please finish me off.” Janet pleaded.

“Sorry slut, I cannot continue.” Her former Mistress Sex-bot said, “And for whinging like a spoilt brat I’m giving your 5 demerits plus for wasting my time and not having enough credit another 5 demerits. That’s 100%.” Smiling as she said this.

Janet felt the changes overtake her, all control of her body no longer hers, she knelt there on the bed as her bodily function was surrendered to her former Mistress. Who now seem to be delighted to have punished Janet this way. Janet didn’t know what to do, her speech was now gone, she couldn’t move, her eyes only looked forward, but she felt a connection still to her former Mistress, who was now in control of her body.

Just then the expression on the sex-bots face changed, like a light bulb going out, she now seem more android than human, if that were possible. The Sex-bot then walked over to where her coat was laying across the chair where she’d left it, and then putting the coat around her shoulders began to head for the door to leave. The rubber phallus slipping out the front of her coat, still strapped in place around her waist and coated in Janet’s sexual fluids.

Janet then felt her body begin to move; it shifted towards the side of the bed, her foot still clad in her high heels made contact with the floor, shortly followed by her other foot. Janet was now standing, her feet on the ground and her arms at her side, she had now control over their movements, and she was trapped inside her own body. She then felt a command to walk; she didn’t know where it came from, not from her former Mistress who was now standing holding the door open.

She walked towards the door, not under her own steam but form the control of someone or something else. Her mind awash as to what was happening to her, on the one hand taking great delight in not having control and on the other being afraid of what was happening to her. Her legs seemed to be matching her towards the front door of her apartment and there was nothing she could do about it.

Janet walked through the doorway and out into the hall, there were other apartments on this level, she knew most of the people on this floor and hoped that none came out to see her like this. The Sex-bot closed the door behind them and walked in front of Janet, then they both walked in-sync with each other, each placing their feet down at exactly the same time with the same step, they matched their movements perfectly.

They moved into the elevator and then into the main foyer of the building, there were a couple of people that Janet knew as she’d seen them about the building, they both looked shocked at the vision that hit them as the two seemingly sex-bots walked out from the elevator in front of them. Janet following behind as her sex-bot mistress took the lead and they walked out into the street.

Janet was mortified at being out in public like this, her mind overwhelmed with shame, humiliation and guilt at being dressed like this in public for all to see and stare at. But her body gave no hint of the inner conflict she felt, her footsteps matching the sex-bot in front of her step for step, her arms keeping time as they marched down the street. Janet had no idea where they were headed, ‘This can’t be happening to me!’ she thought. ‘I can’t stop myself from walking.’

The sex-bot guided Janet through several streets until they came to a small opening in a dingy looking building, another sex-bot entered just before them and walked inside. ‘This must be their base,’ Janet thought, ‘Maybe this will end when I get inside and explain everything.’

Janet followed the other sex-bot through the doorway and down a corridor, still keeping in-sync with her counterpart. To the rest of the world just two sex-bots walking back to base after seeing their clients. They entered a darkened room, the lights here dim as the bots didn’t require too much light to see, the program guiding their movement, once inside the building total control of all the sex-bots was done by the computer control system.

Janet moved to stand directly behind her former sex-bot mistress, they now lined in a queue of sex-bots returning, Janet could only stand there and wait, her vision fixed on the back of the head of the sex-bot in front of her. Then they moved forward one step, and then another as each sex-bot in line was processed by the system. The sex-bot in front of Janet stepped forward and was scanned by a laser light from above, the computer screen beside them on the wall registering the sex-bot being scanned and adding her back into the inventory.

Then Janet moved forwards, the machine scanned her but could find no barcode, it tried again and then Janet was directed to step right and towards another door. The other sex-bots continued forwards and out through a separate door. Janet was now scared, she now longer had what little protection she had perceived that she had from the former mistress, she was now on her own in a scary place.

Janet entered the room and then stood there, there seemed to be a spot on the floor where here feet were located but she couldn’t look down. She seemed to be standing there for a long while, she didn’t know how long as she had no access to any clocks, it just seemed that way. Eventually she heard a voice, two in fact and they were headed in her direction. Then she saw two people enter her room.

“I don’t know how she got here?” said the first one.

“Well she got here somehow, just figure it out.” Said the other, who seemed to be more in control here. “Ah there you are.”

“Who are you?” asked the first guy, ‘Techboy’ she thought.

“And how did you get in her?” asked the other, ‘Bossman’ Janet thought, ‘maybe they can help me.’

“She doesn’t seem able to speak,” said Techboy, “or move. Her eyes are fixed.”

“Check the recent returns maybe she was involved with one of those?” said Bossman.

“We’ve had over 50 returns since she came here, that’ll take some time.”

“Well she’s not going anywhere, is she? Until you figure out the problem.”

“Okay, leave it with me.” Said Techboy.

“In the meantime let’s move her out of here, my office is not far, where’s a trolley?”

“In the corner, I think she’d make a great display out in the foyer.” Techboy replied.

“Good idea, let’s put her out in the display.”

They both grabbed Janet and picked her up, placing her on a handcart she was then wheeled out of that room and down a corridor. Bossman leading the way they soon entered what seemed to be the foyer they had mentioned. There were several sex-bots on display and several customers looking the bots over.  Janet was wheeled in like just another sex-bot, they then lifted her from the cart and carried her over to a display stand, there they stood her upright, the metal rod of the display touching her back.

Techboy reached behind Janet and grabbed the metal collar that held the sex-bots on display to the frame. He closed the collar around Janet’s neck, satisfied with his work her walked back to the cart and wheeled it back out from the room. Bossman adjusted Janet’s clothing, making sure that she was covered for display and then walked over to a couple of customers and began talking with them like she wasn’t there, she was just a sex-bot on display, she felt objectified, a sextoy for people’s pleasure and she tingled inside with those thoughts and feelings.

Several clients came and looked her over, some wanted to book her for a session, but they were disappointed that Janet was not available for hire; they explained her as a prototype just for display purposes only. Much to Janet’s relief and disappointment, she loved the thought of being their sex-bot and being used by them, but she was also afraid of what would happen to her once they got hold of her. But then she thought of how she would be used and that overrode her fears. She was a conflict of emotions and thoughts all day whilst on display.

Later Techboy returned with the cart, he picked her up and laced her on it, she was slightly disappointed to no longer be on display, but happy that someone was touching her. Hopefully he’d found something out, or was he taken her somewhere for his pleasure, she could always hope, any attention was better than none. He pushed the cart back down the corridor and back into the first room, stopping once there.

“Right Janet, that’s you isn’t it?” Techboy asked. Janet couldn’t respond.

“That’s okay I think I found the problem, the sex-bot you hired used the neural connection that you have for your artificial limbs to control your body, seems that you requested this.” His eyebrows raised when he said this. “And the sex-bot punished you by increasing control when you displeased her.”

Janet just continued to stand there looking straight ahead, ‘Yes that’s right’ she thought, ‘took you long enough to figure that out.’

“So all I have to do is re-establish control of your body back to you and you can walk out of here.” He said, looking down over what she was wearing. “Which maybe a problem.”

Just then Bossman walked in, “How’d it go, find a solution to the problem?”

“Yes, it was just the neural connection and the sex-bot taking control of her body, seems she likes that.” Techboy exclaimed. “Judging from the feedback I got from downloading the sex-bots video feed.”

‘You can see what we did?’ Janet felt her humiliation rising inside her. ‘Oh no, they’ll think I’m some perve.’

Then Bossman said, after looking at some of the vision. “Yes it seems that way, well now you have found the problem, fix her.”

“Yes too easy, but then we have a problem.” He said pointing out my clothing. “We only have clothing suitable for sex-bots, I don’t know what we have to cover her up.”

“No problem, I have a coat in my office and she won’t be walking home anyway, I’ll drive her home.”

“Oh, no problem then”, and hit a couple of keys on his computer.

Janet felt the control of her body lifted, she could now move herself and stumbled forwards, Bossman catching her in his arms as she fell. “Steady there, it’ll take a couple of minutes to return to normal.” He said. “Here have a seat.”

Janet sat down now able to move, disappointed that her sex-bot adventure was coming to an end but relived to be able to move again and speak. “… thank you.” She said. “That was an experience.”

“How are you feeling?” Bossman asked.

“Fine, things seem to be working,” she said as she moved her arms and legs, she moved her head from side to side, “just a little stiff.” She laughed.

“I’m pleased that you’re taking this so well.” Bossman said.

“Well I asked the sex-bot to take control of me, I didn’t realise just how much control she would take of me.” Janet laughed. “But I enjoyed it, and as your man here said I do enjoy being controlled.”

“Well if you’re okay, I can drive you home.” Bossman said.

They walked out of the room, Janet thanking Techboy for his help, even kissing him as a way of personally thank him. He blushed. Janet followed Bossman to his office, the fact that she was still dressed as a sex-toy lost on her, she was used to wearing this outfit now and they’d all seen her beforehand anyway.

“Here’s my coat, let’s head out to my car and take you home.”

“Sorry I don’t know your names?” Janet asked.

“I’m Craig, and that was Trevor, our resident technician.”

“Hello Craig, I’m Janet,” and held out her hand, which he shook. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“Mine too,” looking at the outfit Janet was wearing.

“So you like the outfit?” Janet said, holding the coat open.

“Yes very much, it suits you.” Craig said, “And maybe you can let me know where I can get it for the sex-bots catalogue.”

They spoke on the way to Janet’s apartment, Craig explaining how things were in the sex-bot business and Janet listening to him.  Nodding at the right time in the conversation, and agreeing with him about some sex-bot thing or other.

“You seem distracted Janet?” Craig asked.

“Yes, well…” Janet said, “Its’ just that I enjoyed the experience I’ve had it seems empty to go back to what I was doing beforehand. I won’t be able to afford another session like that for some time.”

“Well, maybe we could come to some arrangement.” Craig said.

“I’d like that Craig, I really would.” Janet now happier replied. “But not what you’re thinking…”

“What would you like to do then?” Craig asked hopefully.

“I’d like to become a sex-bot again, I love the control being taken from me, and I adore submitting to others and doing their bidding, being a sex-toy for their pleasure and amusement.” Janet said.

“So you want to be a sex-bot, what and then sent out to clients?” Craig asked.

“That sounds wonderful, but I was thinking that in the first instance that I could be your sex-bot, I’m already dressed for the part and you liked my outfit, all we need to do is get Trevor to reprogram me to take control away from me and give it to you.” Janet said as sexily as she could. “Would you like that, sir?”

“I would love to have you as my sex-bot Janet, let me turn the car around and head back to the showroom.” Craig very pleased with Janet’s offer.

Once back, Trevor changed Janet back into being a sex-bot, she was set again at 80/20 at her insistence and followed Craig, her new owner back out to his car.

“One thing Craig, when you want to I’d like it if you put me back on display in your showroom, but I’d need to be under 100% control.” Janet said.

“No problem Janet-bot, you’re now mine to command.” Craig said and drove home with his new sex-bot. “Maybe I’ll even hire you out…”

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Maid to Doll - First edit
by Gromet

Anna worked as a housemaid in a posh 5 star hotel in a large capital city, she’d been there for a couple of years and in that time she’d seen several celebrities stay over when in town. But today she found out that her all-time favourite rock star was staying at her hotel, she’d been a great fan and idolised him for a number of years, so saying that she was excited would be an understatement.

She also found out that he was staying on the floor that she was assigned to clean today, she may even have a chance to see him, the thoughts made her feel dizzy. Once the staff briefing was over she headed to collect her cart and everything needed to clean the rooms on her floor. She knew of course that it was against the hotel’s policy to interact with the guests, something that she could be dismissed for, but she knew that this would maybe her only opportunity to see him this close.

Anna took the service elevator up to her floor, there were other housemaids in the lift and each time the lift stopped to let one of the maids off she felt the frustration and annoyance that this was taking precious time away from the chance of seeing her idol. Finally she made it to her floor, but first she had to clean a couple of other rooms beforehand, they had guests coming that day and would need to be ready for when they arrived.

Two hours later Anna moved on to the rooms where her idol was staying in the hotel, she knew that he was staying in suite 806 but had several other rooms for his staff and one for press conferences. Carefully knocking on the door to 806, she announced herself, “Room service.” And waited for a response, when she heard none she opened the door with her electronic key.

Upon entering the room she re-announced “Room service”, but again there was no response, she knew from experience that she could now get on with her tasks whilst the guest was out somewhere. She could also have a good look around whilst no one was there, this was after all her rock idols room, maybe she could get some sort of keepsake.

Anna looked around the room, well the lounge part of the suite, she hadn’t gotten to the bedroom part yet, there were several things lying around and she best thought that she should be tidying up should anyone chance coming back and spotting her in here. She began collecting glasses left over from what looked like a party; these she would wash and return to the drinks cabinet. Next she picked up items thrown on the floor, plus bagging the trash that was left lying around.

She then entered the bedroom, the room was dark with the curtains closed blocking out the daylight, switching on the lights and then walking over to open the curtains without another thought, she was shocked when she turned back. There laying in the bed was a person, “Sorry” she stammered, “I thought that the room was unoccupied.”

She was about to leave but when she didn’t get a response from the person in the bed she decided to check that they were okay, she’d had heard of guest being found unconscious, drugged or even dead by other maids, so she didn’t want that on her conscience. Anna headed over to the bed, maybe she thought that he was laying there under the covers; the thought excited her that she would finally get to see him up close and very personal.

As she got closer to the bed she noticed one leg was left uncovered by the sheets, it was covered in some black material and definitely looked female. “Excuse me madam.” She said, but still got no response from them. She edged closer and reached out to touch the leg, “Madam.” She said again and touched the leg, feeling the coldness of the leg and the slick feeling of the material covering it.

Anna was shocked at first, maybe she was dead, she felt cold to the touch and wasn’t responding, she decided to pull the covers back to reveal the face. When she did she gasped at what she saw, the face was covered in the same black material as the leg. Only the eyes were visible, then she looked at the mouth, they were a vivid pink colour, puffy and shaped to form an ‘O’. Anna touched the female on the shoulder to get some form of response, “Madam.” She said as she shook the shoulder.

Getting no response, she pulled back the covers to reveal the woman was clad in a skin tight suit made from the black material, it looked shiny and covered her all over, her curves accentuated by the shine and the material. Touching the woman again she began to realise that she wasn’t alive, and the feel of her body under the material felt soft but not like flesh, more fabricated. The eyes hadn’t moved but were open, Anna looked into them but there was no response.

Anna lifted the woman up into a sitting position, then realised that she was indeed not a human female but rather a sex doll, she’d read about these in the news, lately there had been several stories about men preferring these dolls to real females, using them for their pleasure she assumed. Now she was face to face, so to speak with a real doll. But it was the suit that covered the doll that intrigued Anna; she’d seen several female celebrities wearing something this shiny in public appearances in her magazines.

‘What was the material they were wearing?’ she thought to herself. Then it came to her ‘Latex! They were wearing a latex outfit, that’s why they were so shiny.’

Anna looked down at the doll in front of her, she closely examined the suit that the doll was wearing, it covered every inch of her body, with only openings for the eyes, her mouth and as Anna looked down below, her pussy was also the same vivid pink as her lips, it stood out between her legs leaving no doubt about what her uses were. ‘Okay, so he likes to use dollies’ Anna thought, ‘does that change how I feel about him?’ No was her answer.

She needed to get on with cleaning, the room wasn’t going to magically clean itself and she would be in trouble with her boss if she didn’t complete her tasks. Whilst vacuuming the rooms her thoughts kept going back to the discovery of the doll in the bed, why would he use one when he had the pick of hundreds of women who would give their right arm to spend the night with their idol.

The thought of the doll and the suit kept running through her mind as she continued cleaning, she even finished cleaning her other assigned rooms, before she finished though she had to venture back into his room, she hadn’t made the bed, the discovery of the doll had first shocked her, but then given time she seemed to accept that it was his preference. So she re-entered the bedroom to make the bed.

It was when she picked up the doll that the first wicked thoughts started to enter her head, the doll was about the same build and weight as Anna, from her initial estimate the dolls body was similar in shape to her own. She did seem to like the touch of the latex material and wondered what she’d look like wearing the suit that the doll was wearing and what it would feel like. Leaving the room she quickly returned her cart to a service cupboard on her floor, she called her boss to say that she was finished but she had a bad headache and would need to go home early.

Once satisfied all the loose ends were taken care of she returned to the room, she’d left the door to the room propped open prior so she didn’t have to use her key, which would be recorded by the system as she was now officially off the clock, she would be in trouble for using it after work. Once safely inside she ventured back into the bedroom, there she found the doll just as she’d left her. She began removing the latex suit that covered the doll, it wasn’t easy but she found that once she started it became easier to remove.

The doll was soon naked, the suit was the only thing covering her body, Anna felt at first embarrassed at seeing her like this but then realised that she was just a doll after all, the doll felt no shame. Anna then stripped off her uniform, even taking her underwear off as she didn’t want anything between her and the suit. She picked up the suit, looking inside she saw white powder against the inner surface; it smelt of talc, something she’d used after showering herself. She began looking for the container and found it in the bathroom.

Anna doused herself in the talcum powder, without realising that this would enable her to slide into the suit easier but also mask any body odour from her work beforehand cleaning the rooms. She again picked up the suit and placed her left leg inside, the black hole accepting her proffered limb as it engulfed her in its inky blackness. Her foot found the bottom section which with some pressure allowed her foot to come to rest inside. Anna then placed her right leg inside and pushed through again until her foot was seated in the suit.

Now she began pulling the suit up her legs and over her thighs, as she looked down inside the suit she noticed the inserts that had been inside the doll. ‘Oh!’ she thought, ‘I didn’t realise that there were two. But then I suppose all of the dolls openings would be available to be used.’

She found a bottle of lube by the side of the bed, ‘That’s handy, I wonder if he’d used it on the doll?’ Anna thought, ‘but then the doll wouldn’t have the natural lubrication that a normal female would’. She reasoned to herself.

Anna spread the lube on the two inserts, ‘Here we go’ she thought and began the task of inserting the rear one first, with the lube helping the first insert slid into her rear, it was tight but with persistence she managed to get the thing inside her. The front insert slid in much easier, ‘Mustn’t be as tight there’, she mused to herself.

With the inserts now in place Anna pulled the suit over her hips, the latex gripping her flesh as she pulled the suit up and over. She was starting to enjoy the feeling of the latex material, the tightness and all-enclosure ramping up her sexual desire, she found herself surprised that she was getting so turned on by wearing the suit.

Anna decided that her arms would be next; it seemed to be the next logical step in getting dressed in a one-piece suit. Her hands were soon enclosed in the black suit; her arms looked amazing to her clad in the clingy material. ‘I’d best put the hood on next.’ She thought.
Holding either side of the hood she bent her head down and ducked herself inside the suit, she pushed with her head into the tight neck part which stretched to allow her entry, she had trouble pushing through and she hoped that she could hold her breath long enough.

Suddenly her head popped through into the hood, she now needed to breathe but found the latex stopped her; she started to panic but calmed herself and continued to pull the hood down over her head.

Anna arranged the hood so that she could see out of the eye-holes, then aligned her nose and found two small tubes that appeared to want to fit into her nostrils. She pushed them in place and now could breathe easily; she relaxed her body now that her initial panic had subsided. Next up came the mouth, she began to push the insert inside her mouth, she found that the opening had a ring around the inside that fitted into her mouth, it also held her mouth open in the same ‘O’ position that she’d found the doll in.

She tried to close her mouth, Anna found that she could do so but each time she relaxed her mouth again formed the ‘O’, so she gave up and continued with the final fitting of the suit. Anna found the zipper down the back of the suit and began closing it, the suit was tight and she had to struggle to adjust her and the suit to enable the zipper to close, but it got easier as she closed the zipper towards her neck, her body tightly enclosed within the suits grasp. Finally she managed to get the zipper fully closed and she moved her body around to adjust the suit on her, it seemed to fit her quite well now, making a few final adjustments to iron out any wrinkles she found.

Anna walked over to a mirror on the wardrobe door, she wanted to see how she looked, she was excited to see what she looked like enclosed in the suit. She wasn’t disappointed when she saw the results, her body looked fantastic, the shine of the suit accentuated her curves, and the suit showed her body to perfection. And the feelings she was experiencing wearing it were delightful, the way the suit caressed her body, held her in its tight embrace, she felt very turned on and horny at this stage.

She had to do something to ease the pressure building up inside her, so she looked over to the bed; she needed to pleasure herself before the suit drove her mad with desire. The doll was laying there naked and Anna’s first thoughts were to use the doll somehow to bring her to climax, then she thought, ‘I’m not a lesbian, that would feel wrong.’

Picking up the doll she without thought took it into the walk-in wardrobe, she placed the doll near the back and covered her with a spare blanket, and then she placed her clothing next to her as well. Now the room was again tidy just the way she liked things, she could relax and enjoy herself in the suit. Anna lay down on the bed and began running her hands over her body, feeling the suit and the way it felt on her body. Her breasts felt wonderful as she ran her hands over them, small electrical tingles sent shivers through her body, her nipples reacting to her touch.

Anna ran her hands over her tummy, her stomach felt like it had a thousand butterflies inside it, her hands reached around her hips, every touch seemed to be magnified by the feel of the latex suit, her body felt more sensuous with each and every touch from her hands on her body. She love the wonderful feelings that she was experiencing, she was so pleased that she had worn the suit.

Her hands soon drifted down to her waiting sex, it seemed to be more alive and wanting that usual, she hadn’t felt this turned on in a while, maybe never. The first touch of her fingers against her outer labia sent shock-waves though her body, she gently continued to play with herself, her touch electrifying. Her fingers soon moved to her little nub and began rolling around it; many years of practice had enabled Anna to work out what she most desired when masturbating.

The suit certainly enhanced the feeling she was experiencing, soon she was reaching her natural high that she had before she achieved her climax. The waves soon rippling over her prone body, her back arching as her climax overwhelmed her senses and her mind in the deep troughs of her brilliant, wonderful earth shattering orgasm. The world seem to no longer exist to Anna as the climax took her over, her whole body one delightful sensation as her muscles tightened in her orgasmic glory.

Anna passed out from the overload to her body and senses, her mind shut down now sated with the desire that she had felt before, Anna succumbed to slumber and laid there on the bed satisfied with herself on achieving such a glorious orgasm. Her thoughts drifting off to her and her rock idol, making mad passionate love together.

Anna awoke to the sound of people entering the suite, she could hear their voices as they entered the lounge part, she started to panic, here she was dressed in the latex suit, she’d been pleasuring herself and now it would seem that she would be caught, she feared that she would lose her job, her livelihood and also the shame of being discovered like this, she would never be able to get another job in any of the cities hotels.

The voices became clearer as the bedroom door opened and two men walked into the room, Anna lay there on the bed petrified of being discovered, she thought in some way that if she didn’t move she wouldn’t be seen or discovered. But that illusion was soon dispelled as the two men walked directly over to the bed, the bed that she was lying on dressed in the suit.

Anna kept her eyes shut, maybe they won’t see me, or maybe she didn’t want to see the look on their faces when they discovered her. But both men had other things on their minds, if Anna had looked she would have seen that they brought a large carrying case with them, more like a small trunk with wheels, just like the type they store and transport band equipment in.

Pushing the case over to the side of the bed, the two men pulled the sheet away that covered Anna up, they looked at the body enclosed within the latex suit, and they even admired the way the suit brought out the curves of the female form. But they both knew that they had a job to do and not much time to do it in.

“Best get this thing packed away, everything in the room needs to be packed and shipped to the next gig.” One of the guys said.

“Why does he have one of these dolls?” asked the other.

“Don’t ask too many questions if you want to keep your job, just turn a blind eye and get on with things, you get used the seeing weird things in this business.” Replied the other.

They reached over and one grabbed Anna by the shoulders whilst the other grabbed her under her knees, they both lifted her off of the bed and just as quickly lowered her into the case, all without realising that she wasn’t the doll. Anna in the meantime was too afraid to say anything; she just wanted the bed to swallow her whole, so she didn’t have to deal with these two men.

Once they had lowered her into the case, they quickly shut the lid; they then fastened the catches on the outside. Now Anna was stuck inside the case, and also inside the suit, there was no way she could remove it just as she couldn’t get out of the case. She felt the case being moved as she was rolled out of the suite and towards the service elevator. Once there she was taken down to the loading dock, there she was loaded in to a van along with all the other possessions from the room. The van then drove off, the men pleased with how quick they had been in clearing the room.

Anna meanwhile was wondering what had happened, how did they not know that she wasn’t a doll, couldn’t they tell she was real and not silicone. She began to be concerned with where she was going to end up, what would happen when she was discovered? She found that she could breathe, whatever she was in wasn't air tight. She could feel the sides of the case, and even tried to push up on the lid, but couldn't budge it, there was no way that she could open it from inside.

About an hour into the drive the two men received a phone call from the tour manager, “Change of plan guys, the star wants his stuff delivered to his home, seems that he’s developed some sort of throat ailment and will be off for a couple of days, go figure rock star prima donnas. So take his shit to his home guys, and then take off for a few days.”

The two guys were pleased with a few days off; they turned the van and headed to the location they’d been given via a text message from their boss. A few hours later they arrived and were shown where to put the clothing and other stuff from the hotel, then they brought the case inside and left it in the hallway. Pleased that they were now done they headed off.

Anna meanwhile had felt the case being transported in the vehicle, she wasn’t sure where she was going, but she did feel the vehicle stop and then change direction. Then she felt them unload her and the case and being carried into somewhere, she didn’t know where, she could only make out faint sounds from the outside, muted conversations but couldn’t make any sense of it. She wondered where she was and when she would be released.

Not too long after she had been dropped off she again felt movement, the case that she was in was being moved by someone, and she felt the case being pushed along on its wheels. Then it suddenly came to a stop, she heard the outside clasps being unlocked and knew that soon she would be found. The lid opened and the light from the room flooded her enclosure, she shut her eyes to protect them from the light after being in the dark for so long.

She felt hands reach in and under her knees, another went behind her neck and she felt herself being lifted out of the case. She tried to stay as still as possible; she felt that she may be able to find some way out of this without being discovered. She was put down as quickly as she was picked up, she felt some sort of seat below her bottom and there was something behind her back too. Maybe a chair of some sort she thought. Just then she felt movement, the chair that she was in was being moved; of course it was on wheels she figured. Her eyes still tightly shut; she didn’t see the wheelchair that she was sitting in nor the person pushing her from behind.

The chair transported her to another room, there she was again picked up and placed laying down on her back on what felt to her like a bed, which it was, the person had carried her and laid her down, just as she was when she was discovered back in the hotel. 'How did they not know that she wasn’t a doll', she thought, 'surely my body would give me away, I’m not as rigid as the doll I think, plus wouldn’t I feel different from the doll'.

The person who carried her was himself wearing a latex catsuit, one that was slightly thicker that the one Anna was wearing, so feeling was a bit restricted on his part. Plus who would suspect that someone would be dressed as his doll, this would never had entered his mind. He was used to the doll, preparing it, carrying it and even more using it. So this doll didn’t seem to be out of place to him, as far as he was concerned this was his doll freshly arrived from his hotel suite.

Anna lay there too scared to look, petrified of being caught out, she just lay there wishing that she could be somewhere else at this moment. She then felt the person climb onto the bed she was laying on, ‘Oh no…’ she thought, ‘he thinks I’m his doll.’ Anna then felt a hand on her body, he was gently caressing her breasts, and she started to feel her body reacting to the touch, her nipples standing out pressing the latex covering them.

His hands moved downwards to her tummy, he circled her soft flesh several times and then he moved his body next to hers. She felt him getting closer to her, his body now laying next to hers, she felt his hands on her hips as he climbed on top of her, his legs parted hers and she could feel a certain hardness pressing against her tummy as he lay on top of her. Once he had her legs apart he swiftly moved to enter her with his penis, she felt his member probing the outer part of her sex, and she knew that soon he would be inside her.

Anna wasn’t sure what she could do at the stage, here she was inside the suit, laying on some strangers bed, his body pressing down onto her sandwiching her between the bed and his body, his erect member pressing into her belly and shortly to enter her. Her mind was awash with conflict, of course she didn’t want to have sex with this stranger so she thought, but she found herself in this strange setting by her own doing, so what he was doing was natural to him, 'He thinks I'm his doll.' Anna thought.

Plus by now Anna’s sexuality had been awoken again, she felt very turned on by his touch, his hands had played with her body briefly, too briefly for Anna if she wasn’t wearing the suit, but the suit did magnify her feelings, she had felt every single touch more powerfully that if she were naked. Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt him enter into her sex; he’d pushed himself into her and began thrusting in and out.

‘Oh my god!’ Anna thought, the overwhelming sensation of being penetrated felt wonderful, and the sheer joy she was feeling as he used her sexually was pure bliss. She felt her orgasm building inside her and hoped that he would allow her to have her climax before he had his.

Meanwhile he had finally entered his doll; he felt the soft walls of her tunnel give way to his hard member. He wasn’t too sure but he felt something was different about this doll, but those thoughts soon gave way to his pleasure. The doll lay still beneath him as she’d always done, one day he thought I’ll get a doll that can react and maybe even move. He pumped even harder as his own climax started approaching.

Anna felt his pace quicken and knew that soon he would cum inside her, the thought gave rise to her own impending orgasm, she was in a desperate race to the finish and she hope that she got there first. But she wasn’t about to be disappointed for she reached her goal just about the same time as he did, they both climaxed together. Her body reacting as it did when she had such a powerful orgasm, her body went rigid as the orgasm crashed over her, her pussy tightened its grip on his member and it squeezed the climaxing penis inside.

He immediately felt her climax; his penis gripped tightly as she came, he was shocked but only after shooting his load inside the doll, he’d never felt something like this before. He also felt the dolls body beneath him become more rigid, something was different about this doll alright and as soon as he recovered he would find out. Quickly moving off the doll, he moved over to one side of the bed and looked back at his doll.

At first he couldn’t be sure, but he saw that she was breathing; her breasts were rising and falling. He moved the sheet off of her body to get a better look. Anna felt the sheet being moved, she was still recovering for the best orgasm of her life, she didn’t care what was going to happen now, she was spent and couldn’t move her body even if she wanted to.

Steven looked at the doll laying beside him, her body breathing, her breasts moving with each breath, how did he not know that she wasn’t a doll or was she a doll that had come to life. He was confused, his mind still foggy from his own climax, he couldn’t think straight, maybe this was a dream.

“Hello?” he asked the doll, thinking it strange that he was talking to one of his dolls. “Is there someone there?”

At first Anna didn’t want to move, nor think or feel, she was overwhelmed by her recent orgasm, but she heard the voice of the man next to her, a voice she seemed to recall hearing somewhere. Daring herself to be brave and open her eyes, she looked at first straight at the ceiling and then she moved her head to the side and saw the man there. She didn’t recognize him; he too was clad in latex head to toe, so she couldn’t see his face.

“Urm, Hi…” was all Anna could say.

“Oh so there is someone in there” he said, “Is this some sort of set up, are the guys in the band playing some sort of joke at my expense?”

“Err, no sorry I don’t know of anything like that.” Anna said.

“Then who are you and why are you dressed as my doll, is this some sort of scheme to blackmail me.” Steven asked.

Anna realised who the man in the suit now was, it was her rock idol. And they’d made love, well had sex and a wonderful climax.

“Well out with it, who are you?” Steven demanded.

“I’m sorry sir,” Anna said and started crying.

“No don’t put on the tears, tell me who you are and what you think you’re doing here.”

“Sorry, sir… but I found your doll back in the hotel whilst cleaning your room.” Anna began.

“And so you thought that you’d see if you could get into my bed did you?”

“No sorry sir, I liked the way the suit looked on the doll and the touch of it, so I tried the suit on.”

“And…” Steven said.

“Well, sir… I liked it so much that I laid on the bed and played with myself...” Anna felt her blush, she thought he whole face go red.

“So you masturbated in my dolls suit, do you think that’s okay?” Steven fumed.

“No sir, I’m sorry, I didn’t….” Anna couldn’t complete her sentence and broke down in tears.

“Stop with the crying would you.” Steven said, “So you wore my dolls suit, played with yourself and then what?”

“I don’t know, all I remember is the wonderful orgasm and the being woken up by two men in the room, I was scared, I didn’t want to lose my job. But they quickly picked me up and placed me in some sort of box, I was trapped.” Anna said.

“And then you found yourself here.” Steven said, “You thought that you’d have sex with me, what for some kicks or money?”

“No sir, I didn’t know where I was only that the case was opened and I was carried and placed here on the bed, I didn’t know who, I kept my eyes shut and even when I opened them I didn’t know that it was you in the suit.” Anna said, “I’m so sorry sir.”

“So you know who I am then?” Steven asked.

“Yes I recognized your voice when you spoke; you’re my favourite rock star sir.” Anna blushed.

“So before that you didn’t know who I was?” Steven asked.

“No sir.” Anna said.

“Even though you found my doll in my hotel room, dressed as my doll and had yourself be delivered to my home.” Steven said, “I find that hard to believe.”

“No sir, that’s not true, yes I did find your doll in your room, but I had nothing to do with the men bringing me here, I don’t even know where I am.” Anna replied. “I was scared of being discovered, I don’t want any trouble sir, please let me leave and you’ll never hear from me again.”

“Leave, how can I let you leave, you know about my secret fetish for latex and dolls, you could easily blab to the tabloids and I’d be ruined.” Steven slumped visibly as she said this.

“No sir. I won’t say a word about this; this is all my fault, why did I have to try the suit on.” Anna said, “Sorry I’m so stupid sometimes. I do things without thought of the consequences.”

“Well you know enough about me now to ruin me forever, I hope that you’re happy.” Steven said dejectedly.

“Sorry but that would be the last thing on earth I do to you, I’ve idolised you and I have every song you’ve ever recorded.” Anna said, “The fact that you like dolls is neither here nor there and from the feelings I got from wearing the suit it seems that we both share the same interests in latex.”

“You liked wearing the suit then?” Steven asked her, slightly cheered by her comment.

“Yes sir, I loved the feelings it gave me, I loved the way my body looked, it’s like I was coated in a second skin of black shiny stuff.”
Anna said. “And when I saw your doll back in the hotel, I was at first taken aback but I didn’t think anything less of you with your liking dolls.”

“So my liking dolls for sex doesn’t put you off me then?” Steven asked. “You don’t think that I’m weird in some way?”

“I’ve seen many things in my time at the hotel, the maids get to see all sorts of things that would shock you, many things that would even get the guests into trouble, but we have to be discreet and not judge the guests.” Anna said.

“Oh so I’m not that weird after all then!” Steven laughed. “My having dolls instead of women is not that bad then.”

“No sir,” Anna laughed, “just how many dolls do you have?”

“I have a few,” Steven replied, “they’re cheaper than wives and alimony.”

“I’ll bet, you’ve had a couple of bitches that took you to the cleaners, sorry wives that made off with your money. I read about them.” Anna said. “So I guess the dolls don’t apply for a divorce then?”

“No they don’t.” Steven laughed. “Cheaper and easier to maintain too.”

“I’d like to see all of your dolls; they sound better than the wives.” Anna said, now happier. “But first…”

“Yes okay, but first what?” Steven asked.

“Well… I’m dressed like your doll was, and I do love wearing the suit and the wonderful feelings it gives me, and…”

“Come on say what you want.” Steven said.

“Well sir… I’d like more of what you did to me earlier…” Anna blushed, embarrassed at asking.

“You want me to put you in the box?” Steven teased.

“No silly, I want you to use me again, I liked the way it felt.” Anna said as she lay back on the bed.

“Okay dolly, if that’s what you want, and it’s what you’re made for anyway my little sex doll.” Steven said as he climbed back on top of her and started to use her again, this time for both of their pleasure.

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The Family Maid
by Gromet

Part 3: Back to the Factory - The Nice Ending.

Morning came and the usual routine started as Stacy awoke, got dressed and received orders to report to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for several of the guests. Stacy whizzed though her assigned tasks and was directed by the system to carry a tray upstairs to one of the rooms. Upon knocking and allowed entry, she found her sister Liz still in bed with Louise; they were kissing each other as she walked in the room, Liz hoping to embarrass her with what she was doing.

“Morning Mistress’s, I have the breakfast as ordered, where may I serve you?” Stacy responded impassively.

Liz annoyed that her little plan didn’t seem to be working, briskly ordered her to serve them both in bed; they sat there with their naked breasts on display trying again to humiliate Stacy. The maid just continued to serve them as if nothing was out of the ordinary, their nakedness no concern of hers, she was just here to serve them both before returning to her duties.

Louise reached out her hand as Stacy placed the breakfast tray on her lap, grabbing hold of Stacy’s wrist, “You little bitch, I’m still sore from last night!”

“I’m sorry Mistress to hear that, would you like me to fetch you some ointment?” Stacy asked.

“No fucking way you’re getting anywhere near my pussy again!” Louise spat out.

“Leave her be,” Liz said, “Maid return to your duties.”

Stacy curtseyed and departed the room, happy that she was no longer in such a confrontational situation, ‘well if you didn’t give me concise instructions, what do you think I would do.’ thought Stacy.

Several of the guest only required a light breakfast, some wanted a ‘hair of the dog’, luckily the system caught what that meant before some poor pooch was shaved bald.

Stacy continued in her duties the rest of the day, there were several bedrooms to clean after the party last night, all the beds were stripped, sheets washed, dried and ironed. The beds remade and the floors vacuumed of all debris, window cleaned and polished. The maid-bots were kept very busy the rest of the day. Indeed several of them ran out of juice before they could get back to be recharged, causing the system to send out an S.O.S to the main computer at RobotMaids, Inc.

Technician bots were quickly dispatched from the local office, their vehicle soon reached the residence where they found a couple of the maid-bots fully discharged. Plugging them into portable packs they moved the maid-bots back to their charging stations. Checking over each one for any damages, replacing batteries that needed changing, and running several protocols through each maid-bot.

Louise made it downstairs and saw the tech-bots at work on the maids; she said to one of the tech-bots, “That Stacy-bot model is faulty, she needs to be taken back to the factory for a total reprogramming, she bit me last night, isn’t that against your directives?”

The tech-bot responded to Louise, “Yes Mistress, it is against directives to injure a human.”

He then spoke to the house main frame, “Call Stacy-bot to the Charging Station.”

Stacy was busy elsewhere, her mind on doing the laundry and making beds when she received the command to report to her station. Her body moved of its own accord as the system took control away from her, she could do nothing except follow her commands. She walked from the laundry towards the maids’ room; there she found the tech-bot looking at a tablet in its hand.

“Stacy-bot MB-090-7641, you have gone against a directive and injured this human female.” It said. Louise looking very smug with herself, “Yeah, you bit me bitch!”

“I cannot recall that,” Stacy said, “please check with my files on the main frame where my memories are stored.”

The Tech-bot connected to the main frame and began going through her memory files, finding the correct memory it stated, “You injured this female by biting her genitals. It seems that you were following instructions but we need you to return to the factory for more analysis.”

“Damn right, take the bitch and fry her memory!” Louise spat out.

“Please follow me out to the vehicle Stacy-bot MB-090-7641; we will escort you back to the factory for reprocessing.”

“By your command.” Was all Stacy could say, but inside she was afraid of what they would do to her. Stacy followed the Tech-bot out to the vehicle, the other tech-bots now finished joined them and they set off to the factory.

Closing the door behind them Louise said, “That’ll teach the bitch!”

*** New Part Starts here ***

Stacy was very afraid by the time she reached the factory, she’s was unsure as to what was going to happen to her. The vehicle pulled up to a loading dock and the tech-bots all disembarked, Stacy followed behind, reluctant to be here but still under their control she could do nothing but follow the tech-bots. She was taken into a workshop and one of the tech-bots began to scan her systems, checking her thoroughly they discovered that she was not like the other androids made here, her system didn’t configure to the current maid-bot programming.

The main computer told the tech-bot to put Stacy-bot into storage until one of the human technicians could further evaluate what was required before Stacy-bot could be rebooted and reformatted. Stacy was led over to a large charging pod in one corner of the workshop, the tech-bot instructed Stacy to step inside, this wasn’t like any she’d seem at home, and this had more lights, buttons and looked way more intense & scary, she didn’t want to step inside but had no control.

Stacy stepped inside, her mind automatically went into shutdown mode, and several connections were made to her body, each one sending small amounts of electricity trying to recharge her systems, luckily for her she was switched off, her mind blank and the amount of electricity would only have tickled her anyway. The door closed sealing her inside, just another maid-bot here to be reprogrammed, her mind to be wiped and all original functions restored. The Tech-bots left her and went about their other duties.


Meanwhile back at her home, Liz had finally deemed to come down from her bedroom; she joined Jill & Louise by the pool. “Great night hey?” she asked.

“Yes I had a great time.” said Jill.

“Me too, except that bitch bitting me!” said Louise, holding her still slightly sore pussy, playing for the sympathy of her friends.

Jill looked at her, “Who bit you?”

“That fucking maid-bot Stacy!” she replied.

“What was she doing down there?” Jill exclaimed.

“I was trying to get the little bitch to blow me off!” Louise said, “but instead she bit me!”

Jill fell about laughing, “You’ve never had a maid-bot before have you?”

“No my parents didn’t believe in them, they had real maids.”

“Well if you’d have; you would have known that they only follow commands. You have to give them the correct command to go down on you, lick you out and bring you to orgasm.” Jill said.

“I told her that too!” said Liz. “but I eased her tension afterwards anyway!”

“Yes you soothed my little button nicely,” said Louise. “Thanks”

“My pleasure.”Said Liz.

“Hers’ too by the sound of things.” Jill laughed.

They settled in and sat around the pool, taking the occasional swim. The events of last night now long over, they just enjoyed the sunshine and the refreshing drinks brought out by the maid-bots.


“Where is the Stacy-bot?” Liz asked when she realised that she hadn’t seen her in a while.

“Where the bitch belongs!” spat Louise, “back at the factory for reprogramming.”

“What! When did this happen?” Liz asked.

“When those Tech-bots turned up here this morning, to repair the maid-bots that had broken down.” Louise replied.

“What?” Liz exclaimed, “and they’ve taken Stacy back to their factory!”

“Well you did say she was just another maid-bot after all.” Louise said. “She needed to be fixed.”

“Oh my god! What have you done?” Liz screamed, jumping up and running inside.

“Looks like you fucked up again!” Jill said.

“How was I supposed to know…” Louise said.

“We best get out of here…” Jill said, with Louise agreeing, they made for Jill’s car and drove away.

Meanwhile Liz had finally found Andrea, “My sister, where is she?”

Andrea had been programmed to respond to this question by answering that’s Stacy was still away at college.

“Where is Stacy-bot?” Liz frustrated by the response.

“Stacy-bot MB-090-7641 has been taken back to the factory this morning for reprocessing.” Andrea stated.

“Reprocessing, what is that?”

“The maid-bot unit Stacy was found to be faulty, it has been taken back to the factory to be restored back to its original maid-bot programming as specified by RobotMaids, Inc.”

“But she’s my sister!” Liz wailed.

“Stacy-bot MB-090-7641 is the property of RobotMaids, Inc. and also the Master & Mistress of the house.” Andrea stated.

“Property…” Liz’s voice trailed off.

“All maid-bots in this house are property of RobotMaids, Inc.”

“And Master & Mistress…” replied Liz.

“Yes Mistress Liz, now you understand.” Andrea said.

The penny finally sank in, “I’d better call Mum.” Liz responded.

“Unless you need me for anything else I’ll return to my duties.” Andrea said.

Liz by now was franticly trying to call her Mother, she tried several times but each time she could only leave a message, the phone must still be out of reach Liz assumed.

“What can I do?” Liz said to herself, “I’ll call the factory.”

She managed to find the number for the 24 hour service line, this was an automated system that asked her if she wanted to report a fault with her bots, if she wanted to purchase or rent extra bots. The questions never seem to give her an answer that she could speak with someone at the factory, just automated questions with a number to press should she require that service.

“Damn, bloody voice systems,” Liz slammed down the phone in disgust. “I’d better drive over there and see if I can get someone there.” And she headed off to find Jill, who was the only one who had bothered to learn to drive, and also had the only car.

“Jill? Where are you? Jill.” Liz called out and searched the house.

Andrea walked past, “Mistress, she has left the building.”

“Damn you Jill, why couldn’t you wait.” Liz cursed.

“Andrea is there anyone at the factory that I can speak to about Stacy-bot?” Liz asked.

“No Mistress, the factory is totally automated and only run by tech-bots until Monday.”

Liz didn’t know what to do, so she sat by the pool she at least knew how to do that, her upbringing and her education had not prepared her for handling such difficult situations, she was just another spoilt rich kid as far as everyone else was concerned, so no one bothered her with any sort of life skills other than partying and playing, that all she ever needed.


Unknown to Liz was that as soon as Stacy had been taken by the Tech-bots back to the factory an alert had been sent to Stacy’s parents mobile phones by maid-bot Andrea, but due to their being in an area of the Islands that had no cell coverage the message was not received.

In the meantime the moment Stacy was scanned and the anomaly discovered a security system was activated and a message was sent to the Owner & CEO of RobotMaids, Inc. He’d set up the system and helped Stacy’s Mother with her little surprise, he’d also set up a fail-safe system should Stacy make her way to the factory for any reason. He hadn’t let anyone else in on the planning other than the technicians who helped program the human to maid-bot scheme.

He was hoping that this experimental stage with Stacy as the test subject, with her Mother’s consent, would become a money making venture for the company, indeed Stacy’s Mother had become a major shareholder in RobotMaids, Inc. So she too had a vested interest in making this all work. There were several ideas for turning humans into robot servants, convicts and other non-desirables, plus there were also a growing number of people wishing to experience this for themselves.

So Stacy was picked, mainly by her Mother to become the first test subject of the new mind control system that would take over the functions of the host body and turn them into a maid-bot, and then they would be controlled and run from the mainframe computer currently inside each dwelling that had a RobotMaid, Inc system to run their android maids.

Now that the alarm had been activated to let Robert, the CEO, that Stacy had been entered into the stock currently at the factory, he put a plan into place. He’d tried to contact Denise, but was unable to get through, so he did the next best thing. Sitting down at his computer he sent orders through to the factory to have Stacy-bot MB-090-7641 removed from storage, put through the reconditioning production line and packaged for delivery to his address.

Stacy was meanwhile still blissfully unaware what was happening to her, she was still ‘turned off’ in shut down mode whilst the factory took care of her and followed instructions. First the Tech-bots removed her from the pod but keeping her shut down, they then moved her to the reconditioning area where maid-bots that have either been out on hire or have been returned to the factory by their owners are cleaned and processed before going out to a new client.

Placed on the conveyor along with other maid-bots, Stacy moved down the line and entered into the first machine that stripped the bots of their clothing, then cleaned their outer surfaces and finally polished them, buffing them give the maids a shine to their skin. Stacy went through the whole process, stripped, washed and polished until she gleamed like a fresh new maid. The wash process also took all of the hair from her body including her head.

Next machine she entered was to dress the maid-bots in the standard uniform, black latex stockings and the black maids’ uniform, plus frilly white apron were all applied to her body just like all of the other maid-bots being processed in front of Stacy. You couldn’t tell the difference between the maid-bots and Stacy at this point, all bald with the same standard uniform on. The last machine gave the maid-bots individual faces or makeup plus applied a wig, which was glued in place. Stacy was then moved onto shipping; here she was placed into a crate and moved to the loading dock to await delivery.

The crate containing Stacy was rushed by the Tech-bots to her new location, Stacy still unaware of what had happened to her, her last memory was being placed inside the pod at the factory. The Tech-bots soon had Stacy-bot MB-090-7641 unpacked and with her new owner Robert, the CEO of RobotMaids, Inc. Stacy was then placed inside a charging pod just like her own back at her parents’ home, this had been delivered and installed that morning whilst Stacy was being processed.

Stacy was aware of the main frame computer connecting to her mind; she was receiving new information and instructions, the stream of new input was overwriting her old programming, she was becoming aware that things had changed for her, she was slightly confused but the program soon took over. Stacy was placed online by the new main frame, she opened her eyes not sure of where she was but she had detailed plans of the layout of her new home in her memory.

Stacy took her first look at her new surroundings, the room looked similar to the maid’s room back home, plain walls and several charging pods, she was still slightly dazed by the overwhelming stream of information she’d just been programmed with but then another maid-bot appeared through the doorway into the room. She looked the same as Stacy and all of the other maid-bots she’d seen, but this one was more like Andrea back home.

“Maid-bot state your designation.” The Maid-bot commanded.

“Stacy-bot MB-090-7641” Stacy replied automatically.

“Stacy-bot MB-090-7641, this is your new home.” The Maid-bot stated. “I am Flora-bot, in charge of all of the maid-bots of the house, the home of Robert Mason, owner of RobotMaids, Inc.”

“Thank you Flora-bot.” Stacy responded, but still confused as to why she was here.

“Now go about your duties Stacy-bot.”

Stacy walked off as instructed by the main frame computer to attend to cleaning duties in the main living areas of the house. Stacy tried to recall what had happened to her to end up here, she still seemed to retain her memories of her previous Master & Mistress, she seemed to recall that they were her parents but she wasn’t too sure, something had changed her memory of them being her parents.

Picking up a duster and some other cleaning materials Stacy-bot set off and began cleaning, following directions on what to clean and polish. All the while she was trying to recall her memories, or what she perceived as her memories, what she could recall was that she was part of a family, but she’d also always been a maid in her mind, maybe she was the family’s maid-bot and they had sent her to the factory as she was no longer needed by them, she felt sadness at this point. But the more she got on with the cleaning the less distressed she felt, it seemed that doing the simple tasks without any thought eased her mind.

Stacy continued until instructed by the main frame that the Master required her to bring him a drink and prepare a meal for him, all to be served in the main dining room. Stacy entered the kitchen, it look very unfamiliar to Stacy but the computer aided her and soon she was busy cooking the dishes as ordered, soon the food was ready and placed onto plates, displayed for the best presentation and then onto trays for the maid-bots to carry.

Stacy picked up the main tray with the food as prepared and another maid-bot carried the drinks, plus an ice bucket to chill the wine. Stacy entered the dining room as directed by the main frame, there sitting at the head of the table was her new owner or Master, and Stacy presented the tray and set the food down on the table, making sure everything was perfect. Stacy was sure that she’d seen her new owner before; she tried to scan her memories but was blocked by the main computer from accessing that part of her memory.

Robert took a good look at Stacy as she entered the room, this was his first time seeing her since she’d been delivered to his house, Stacy looked just the same as any other maid-bot in his house, her skin even had that shine to it that made her look more android and less human. She seemed to be working well under the command of the system; her functioning seemed to be within parameters set out in the coding required for her to function as a maid-bot. All seemed to be working out well.

Stacy was dismissed and sent back to the kitchen to begin cleaning all of the utensils that she’d used to prepare the food; this was soon followed by the dishes. It wasn’t long before everything was cleaned away and she headed back to her charging pod, plugging herself in as instructed by the system and then shutting down for the night. Her food that was required for her to function was fed in through the tube in her mouth, her waste products were transported away from the tubes entered into her down below, she was just a machine functioning as programmed.

Stacy continued her duties the next day, her thoughts less troubled today as the memories of her past were put to the back of her mind, her focus on the tasks that she was given taking preference over everything else.


A few days later Stacy’s parents had finally got the messages from Liz, Andrea and Robert about Stacy, the yacht that they were on had finally made it somewhere with cell coverage, At first Denise, Stacy’s Mother was concerned for Stacy’s well being, the frantic calls from Liz at first had Denise very worried about what had happened to her daughter, but then the calls from Robert, her co-conspirator on the project had sent her a message saying Stacy was safe and was currently working in his home where he could keep a safe eye on her.

Liz had been frantic, although she had teased her sister on many occasions, and tormented her as well, she still didn’t want anything to happen to Stacy to cause her harm, more out of fear of what her parents would do to her, she didn’t want to lose her allowance and actually have to find work, that would be fearful for her, she had lived a pampered lifestyle for many years and to have that all taken away because of her stupid sister playing her maid games again would be too much.

A spot of retail therapy with her friends soon allayed her fears, her credit card still worked, Daddy had not cut if off to punish her, soon she and her friends had spent the rest of the day shopping and chatting, mostly chatting.

Denise took off from the dockside as soon as the yacht moored, the limo took her to Robert’s mansion where her daughter Stacy was currently running as a maid-bot. Greeting her at the door was Robert, they kissed passionately, “I’ve missed you?” she said.

“I’ve missed you too.” said Robert.

“Where is she?” Denise asked.

“Cleaning upstairs, let’s check.”  And holding hands they walked upstairs to find Stacy.

Denise & Robert had become romantically attached whilst spending many hours over several days in the factory, mainly Robert’s office, working out the details of Stacy’s conversion into a maid-bot. Denise’s husband was always away working somewhere, Denise felt ignored and felt an attraction between herself & Robert. Robert had used this relationship to convince Denise to invest in RobotMaids, Inc, which Denise had by using her own families wealth to buy shares in the company, she could also see this project making her even richer. Denise had come from a long line of family wealth, ruthless and tireless in pursuit of money.

Stacy was blissfully unaware of all of the drama, the last few days had cemented in her memory that she was now owned by her new Master, Robert, and that her previous owners no longer needed her. She carried on with her duties as instructed and her mind now felt eased, the first painful memories had sunk back into the recesses of her memory. The reprogramming she’d undergone whilst recharging at night also helped change her outlook and memories, something that her new owner had carefully implanted into her programming.

“Ah there she is.” Said Robert, pleased with himself upon finding Stacy still busy working in one of the bedrooms.

Denise looked into the room at her daughter working as a maid-bot, carrying out her duties without fault or need for correction, initially her Mothering instincts just pleased to see her safe, but then her business mind took over as they stood watching her working.

“So she seems to be functioning as normal, her maid-bot capabilities don’t seem to have been affected by the previous events.” Denise said, still watching her working.

“No the programming seems to be working well, there were a few minor glitches that needed to be rectified but that was soon dealt with.” Robert stated.

“Minor glitches, what were they?” Denise asked.

“She seemed to retain memories of you and Dan as her parents, though she was conflicted with also being a maid as a young girl.” Robert replied. “So I’ve had those memories removed to help her be less conflicted.”

“Memories of me as her Mother, you removed them all!” Denise said shocked.

“Removed yes, stored away in a memory bank.” Robert replied.

“So she no longer knows me as her Mother.” Denise asked shocked, concern showing on her face.

“Possibly…” Robert said, “She may still have memories that are hidden, but I don’t know for sure.”

“Can it be reversed?” Denise asked, worried about losing her daughter.

“Yes…” Robert replied hesitantly, “but she is our first test subject, so some things may not go back, we just don’t know.”

“Stacy”, Denise called out.

Stacy turned upon hearing her name, “Yes Madam?”

“Stacy, it’s me your Mother.”

“Stacy-bot MB-090-7641 at your service Madam.” Stacy automatically replied.

“Stacy, don’t you recall me?” Denise asked.

“Yes Madam, you were my previous owner and Mistress.” Stacy answered. “I now belong to Master Robert here.”

Stacy wanted to say something else, but she feared the computer programming would punish her like before, or even worse eradicate the small memories she seemed to retain of her former self. She was happy inside to see her Mother, but also sad that she couldn’t rush over and give her Mother a hug or let her know what she felt inside.

“Stacy-bot please continue with your duties.” Her Mother said, turning to Robert. “Well it seems like the programming works, she does retain some memory but not much it seems. But can we remove all of her memories of her past life, I’m thinking of future uses here.”

“We can replace all of her memories at any time, I just thought that her being your daughter that you’d like her to retain her previous memories, am I wrong?” Robert asked.

“No, you’re right I’d have an awful lot of explain to do to Dan if I damaged his precious daughter.” Denise said, “Besides she always liked playing at being a maid, so she can continue for a while longer. How much longer do you think we need to complete the evaluation?”

“Now that I have her here I can easily run more tests and get the tech boffins to run the results, I shouldn’t think another month or two should be enough.” Robert said.

“A month or two, no she has to be back in college soon, you can have her for another week and then I want her returned to my home.” Denise stated. “You can find another test subject for longer term evaluation testing.”

“Maybe, your other daughter then?” Robert smiled as he rubbed his chin.

“It’s very tempting, she can be a complete pain sometimes but I don’t think she has the mental capacity to carry out the duties required of a maid-bot.” Denise replied.

“Okay, well do you have to rush off or can we sit down and have Stacy serve us some drinks in the lounge?” Robert asked.

“Drinks would be lovely, and no I don’t have to rush off, Dan is currently on his way to our factory back east to check out some problems.” Denise said, “Maybe I could stay her to be near my daughter…” she laughed and winked suggestively to Robert.

As Robert & Denise headed back downstairs, Stacy-bot received orders to serve drinks in the lounge to Master and his guest. Stacy headed downstairs to the kitchen to prepare things for service. Once Stacy had arranged everything requested on the tray she carried it to the lounge, there she found her Mother sitting talking to her Master, “Your drinks Master.”

“Thank you Stacy-bot, please serve my guest first.” Robert commanded.

Stacy took hold of the ordered drink and carried it over to where her Mother sat, “Here Madam, your drink as requested.” Stacy said and curtseyed.

Stacy wanted more than ever to sit with her Mother and just be with her, talk about her experiences and just wanted for the maid-bot part of her to end. But the main frame computer picked up on her emotions and began punishing her with mild pain to her head from the controlling device attached there. Stacy felt the pain and quickly stopped her thoughts, she knew to continue would result in further punishment; it was part of the program to control her.

Robert picked up on Stacy being punished for her thoughts, “Thank you Stacy-bot, that will be all, you can return to your other duties.”

As Stacy curtseyed and left the room she heard Robert say, “Seems like our little Stacy-bot does still retain her memories of you.” Stacy didn’t hear any more of the conversation after that, she headed back upstairs to continue her assigned tasks. Later after cooking dinner for two but not being allowed to serve the meal, she cleaned up the kitchen and was directed back to her charging pod early by the main frame computer. Stacy connected herself as she always did and the turned herself off.


The next morning Stacy awoke, prepared herself as usual and set out to start her day. She received orders to prepare breakfast for two and to serve it in the Master’s bedroom. Breakfast prepared as per instructions she carried the tray upstairs, knocking on the door to the Master’s bedroom she waited for a response, “Come in.” She heard.

Stacy entered the bedroom to find the Master sitting one side of the bed and her Mother Denise on the other side, they both appeared to be naked but Denise covered herself up when she spotted Stacy walk in the room, Denise turned to Robert, “Did you have to use her for breakfast?”

“I thought that you’d find it amusing!” Robert smirked.

“Amusing! My own daughter finding me in bed with another man, is there no shame in you?”

“Don’t worry, she was reprogrammed again last night after the episode with the drinks, she doesn’t know who you are.” Robert replied.

“She doesn’t know who I am, what have you done to her?” Denise concerned for Stacy.

“Nothing that the program doesn’t allow for, her memories have been removed, it is better for her stability and will result in less conflict, look for yourself does she seem troubled to you?”

Denise looked at her daughter standing there with the tray of food in her hands, her face blank and her eyes showed no emotion. Stacy-bot stood passively waiting further instructions, she knew who was in the bed in front of her but knew the moment that she acknowledge the fact that the main frame would punish her again.

“Stacy-bot please serve breakfast, first to my guest.” Master Robert commanded.

Stacy-bot moved forwards and presented the tray with the prepared breakfast to her Mother, Stacy tried not to make any eye contact as she didn’t want to give herself away. “Here Madam, your breakfast as ordered.” Stacy-bot said as she curtseyed.

“Thank you Stacy… bot.” said her Mother, still unsure if she was doing the right thing.

Stacy moved over to the other side of the bed and presented her Master with his breakfast, “Here Master, your breakfast as ordered.” Stacy-bot said as she again curtseyed. “Will that be all Master?”

“Yes thank you Stacy, please return to your duties.” Master Robert said.

Stacy-bot again curtseyed and then turned and walked out of the room, in her mind she wanted to stay but she knew that she couldn’t, her programming wouldn’t allow it. Even more so would be any thoughts as to why her Mother was in bed with her new owner, it didn’t seem right to Stacy but she quickly dispelled those thoughts for fear of any punishment.

“She didn’t recognize me!” Denise said. “My own daughter.”

“See the programming works, we can delete all previous memories and the maid-bot still functions as required.” Robert said pleased with events.


Time seemed to stand still for Stacy, her daily routine seem to keep her busy, her mother had left her here with her new owner, so she assumed that she was now just his property, just another maid-bot to service the house and his needs. Several other people came to the house and inspect Stacy, they ran several tests on her to check her reactions, more reprogramming occurred not only at night when she recharged but now also during the day, they were minor changes but Stacy was aware of them and preciously guarded her remaining small memories of her parents.

The week had stretched into ten days by the time it was for Stacy to be returned home with her mother. Denise had arrived the night before and again Stacy served them both breakfast in bed before being commanded to return to her charging pod. ‘Strange for me to be going back for recharging, I’ve only been out for a couple of hours’, Stacy thought, but returned as commanded and connected herself up, then turning herself off she drifted off, her mind blank.

Stacy was sure that she felt her programming being changed, even when she was ‘turned off’ she sensed that things were happening to her memories, usually more reprogramming whilst she slept, but this time it was different, her thoughts started to become clearer, memories that she had vague memories of were becoming stronger in her mind, indeed all of her memories were in the process of being restored. Though she still had a doubt in her mind about some of those memories.

Denise was there when Stacy awoke in her charging pod; her Mother’s face the first thing she saw as she awoke. She felt confused at first, and then conflicted, should she acknowledge her as her Mother or would the main frame again punish her. Stacy’s mind seemed to be free of the main frame, she couldn’t feel it inside her head anymore, she was unsure as to what had happened.

“Stacy, it’s me your Mother.” Denise said, seemingly worried about her daughters mind.

“Hal.. hallo… Mother.” Stacy said, confused her voice didn’t sound like a maid-bot before and not being used to use her own mind to allow her to speak.

“Yes Stacy, It’s me, your maid-bot program has been turned off.” Denise said.

“I’m no longer a maid-bot?” Stacy still confused, “What about my new owner, Master Robert?”

“Robert no longer owns you, you’re back to be Stacy, my daughter.”

“So I now belong to you again?” Stacy still a little confused replied.

“In a way yes, but you’re my daughter not a maid any longer, you can come home.” Denise said.

“Home, yes that would be good Mistr… sorry Mother,” Stacy corrected.

Stacy stepped out of the pod, she had been naked as always when recharging, now she started dressing in her maid’s uniform.

“No you’re no longer a maid Stacy…” Denise interrupted, but then realised that she had not brought any clothing for Stacy to wear. “Oh, I forgot sorry, you’d better wear that uniform until we get home.”

Once Stacy was fully dressed in her maids uniform, including latex stockings and apron, Stacy placed the hat band on her head, the one that had been used to control her via the main frame.

“You don’t have to wear that.” Her Mother said.

“Sorry, old habits and I feel comfortable wearing it, plus I think I’d feel naked without the full uniform on.” Stacy said, her memories becoming clearer now.

Denise & Stacy exited the maids room and were met by Robert in the hallway, Robert was shocked to see Stacy wearing her maid uniform until Denise explained that it was the only thing Stacy had to wear for the trip home. Still Robert wondered if the programming had affected Stacy and was still in some way influencing Stacy.

“Thank you for taking care of me; it seems I owe you a big favour for rescuing me from the factory and the tech-bots.” Stacy said.

“No just pleased that you were okay.” Robert said.

“Well anytime you need an extra maid, please call me.”  Stacy laughed.

“Oh, I may take you up on that offer next time I throw a party here.” Robert stated.

“Come on Stacy, time to get back home.” Denise grabbed Stacy’s hand before she turned herself back into one of Robert’s maids again.

The journey back home was uneventful, Denise filled her in on some of the events that had happened, how sorry her sister was for being so mean to her and getting her sent back to the factory, also filing in more details of what was happening family-wise.

Soon they arrived at their home, Denise stepped out of the limo first followed by Stacy, and she greeted Andrea like a fellow maid-bot “Hello Andrea, Stacy-bot returning home.”

As Stacy entered the main foyer she was met by her sister Liz, who seemed to be shocked to still see Stacy wearing the complete maid-bots outfit. “Stacy?” she asked, unsure.

“Stacy-bot MB-090-7641 at your service Madam.” Stacy said trying to suppress her laughter.

Liz looked shocked, her face white at seeing her sister still as a maid-bot.

“Stop messing around Stacy, stop teasing your sister like that!” her mother said.

Stacy just burst out laughing, “You should see the look on your face.” Pointing at Liz.

“You bitch! I’ll get you for that!” Liz fumed, but hugged her sister glad that she wasn’t damaged by the factory. She was unaware of her stay over at Robert’s place; she thought that she had been kept at the factory the whole time.

Stacy spent the next few days relaxing by the pool or reading; she needed to get her mind straight for college next term. But any time that she wanted something, she made sure that she got it herself and not request one of the maid-bots get it for her. Everything returned to normal for Stacy, she had even managed to spend some time with her Father before he left, this time overseas.

Stacy seemed to be missing something, her mind seemed some days to be lost, and other times her mind seemed to be overly busy. She knew she needed to get her mind set for college and all of the studying coming up, but she couldn’t allow herself to clear her mind. She sought out her Mother; she would be able to help.

“Mother,” Stacy said, “I’ve only a few days before I leave for college, I was wondering if you knew the activation codes for my maid-bot programming?”

“Why yes of course dear, do you want to spend some time back as a maid-bot again?” her Mother asked her.

“I think I need some down time to prepare myself mentally for the coming term, it’ll clear my mind to have nothing to think about whilst performing chores.” Stacy said.

“Okay, if you’re sure, you’d better go ask Andrea to prepare you.”

Stacy walked off happier that she’d ever been, the prospect of becoming a maid-bot again making her feel more alive and free in herself. Stacy spent the next couple of days in blissful mindless duties as just another one of the maid-bots in the house, she did this time retain her memories and the main frame didn’t punish her for interacting with her Mother like it had in the past. Even serving her sister Liz and her friends brought great joy to Stacy; she seemed to love to serve.


A couple of weeks after returning to college Stacy rang her Mother, “Mum, I need to get my placed cleaned up, it’s a mess and I can never seem to find the time or inclination to do it. I wondered if you could send the activation code to me so I can be a maid-bot to get my place cleaned.”

“Will it work there?” her Mother asked.

“Yes Master Robert has sent me a mini-main frame that I can run here in my apartment to control my maid-bot functions.” Stacy said.

“You shouldn’t call him that; he’s not your Master Stacy.”

“I know that Mother, but it just seems natural to call him that.”

“I’ll send the code; give me the computer access so I can send the code to it.” Denise said.

Stacy passed on the details and soon the code was sent, Stacy was already dressed in her maid uniform by the time the code was sent and she felt if activate her maid-bot protocols. Soon she was functioning just as she had as a maid-bot before; cleaning up her apartment seemed much easier now.

And that’s how her flatmate found her the next day, still functioning as a maid-bot, would she keep her as her maid or return her back to Stacy. What would you do?

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