Slight Changes Stack
Chapter 3 — It’s so easy to forget the small things.
Janice’s husband watched her in silence for a few moments, his brow furrowed in confusion. He cleared his throat and asked her tentatively in a tone of light concern, “Janice, what are you doing?”
Janice jumped slightly at the sound of his voice, her daydream evaporating in a snap. She was suddenly aware of her nakedness, the hardness of her nipples, and the cool air wafting over her heated skin. She looked up into his eyes and felt her heart flutter.
“I’m just...” Janice began, her voice trailing off as she realized she had no explanation. “I’m just watching,” she finally finished lamely.
Her husband’s expression softened, and he stepped closer to her, his hand outstretched as if to touch her. She caught it in both of hers, interlocking their fingers as she felt a renewed thrill run through her body. She pulled him closer, pressing her face against his stomach and feeling the gentle bob of his nearly-soft cock against her chest.
Janice felt her mind go blank as she realized that she’d forgotten how to initiate sex. His presence had always been capable of making her forget everything else, and now here she was, unable to remember the simplest of moves. But then, it had been a long weekend, and a lot had happened. Maybe if she could look submissive enough, he might get the idea himself. She was also worried that he might be spent for the day... week?
She felt her husband’s fingers slide into her hair, and she looked up at him. His eyes were warm, and there was a hint of a smile on his lips. He didn’t seem angry, but she wondered if he knew what was going on inside her head.
“Janice,” he said quietly. “Why don’t we take this to the bedroom? I think we both need some rest.”
Janice felt her face flush. Rest was NOT what she had in mind, not at all! But she smiled and nodded, her hand still interlaced with his as she was led to the bedroom.
Janice turned to face him, and she could see the desire in his eyes. She reached up and touched his face, her fingers tracing the contours and smile lines. He leaned into her touch and kissed her softly, his hands slipping around her waist.
Janice felt a surge of desire run through her body, and she eagerly returned his kiss. She felt a warmth blooming in her core, and her arms wrapped around his neck as their arms entwined. His hands moved slowly over her body, and she felt the heat of his touch through her skin.
Already naked, she had little to work with but her body, so her movements were deliberately slow and sensuous. She needed to show him how much she wanted him, and she was determined to make this a night to remember. HE still needed to recover, but she could help that along, surely. Her body was trembling again.
Her husband took a step forward and embraced her, his hand cradling the back of her head as their lips met in a passionate kiss. Janice felt her body melting against his as his hands moved over her curves, and his lips moved in time to hers. His touch was gentle yet firm, and she felt a wave of pleasure run through her body.
He must have realized that she didn’t actually want to rest. “Janice,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. “I want you to do something for me. Something I’ve never asked of you before. We’ve played around with this idea, but this... this will be different.”
Janice felt both nervous and excited at the same time. She was not sure she knew what he was going to ask, but she wanted to hear him say it anyway. She needed him to continue.
“I want you to be completely submissive to me,” he said. “I want you to show me how it feels to be in control. I want to feel dominant over a living woman. I don’t just want to tell a programmed maid bot to submit to me; I want you, a real woman—my strong independent wife—to want to submit to me. I want to feel the total submission of someone that has a choice. I know that’s a lot to ask.”
Janice couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She was thrilled at the thought of giving up complete control and having him tell her exactly what he wanted. She felt a surge of confidence, and she knew this was her chance to prove to him that she could be his perfect sex toy, even better than the bot.
“Yes,” she said, lowering her head submissively. She said no more and simply looked down at the floor.
Her husband had instructed her to walk over to the bed and kneel down on the side the previous evening. She had done as she was told, barely able to contain her excitement. He had walked over to the bed and stood in front of her, and said, “Janice, I want you to reach up and hold my cock.” She had looked up at him, surprised that he was using such language with her and amazed that he was asking her to do such a thing, but also excited by the prospect of feeling him after so much “waiting her turn.” She had been sad that he was so soft but happy to get started and had reached up to take hold of him. She had started to stroke him gently, and he had groaned in appreciation. He had then told her to take her other hand and rub her nipples, which she had done, feeling them stiffen in response to her touch. She had reveled in his intense gaze, clearly enjoying watching her pleasure her own body, something she had only tried once but never done again due to a lack of confidence.
Eventually, he reached down and took her face in his hands, and told her to look up at him. She had done as she was told and looked up into his eyes. He had leaned down and kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth, pushing her further into the depths of passion. She had responded eagerly, feeling her body tremble with pleasure. She still had one hand alternating between playing with her nipples and her other hand on his cock. This kiss had seemed to jump-start something in him. She had known it would be a long road to a hard cock in her hands, but she had been happy to do whatever it took.
Her husband had then instructed her to get onto all fours on the floor where they were, and she had gotten down quickly. She had pushed her stomach down, giving her back a delicious ark. Before she was in position, he had already sat down in the soft chair by the sliding glass doors. He had beckoned her to come closer, so she had crawled to him like a submissive tigress. Once her head was between his legs, she took his cock into her mouth and began massaging the soft structure with her warmth. She had known he might not get hard, but she had hoped to at least be enjoyable.
“Bot, come to the master bedroom and “initiate sexy time mode.” In moments she felt the presence of the bot, and in no time, it was already kneeling behind Janice’s wonderfully puffy exposed sex. The bot squeezed its knees around Janice’s calves forcing her knees together. Then Janice felt something overly large and cold press against her puffy pussy lips. Wet as she was, the huge thing didn’t go right in. Janice squinted her eyes as she felt a moment of fear and then a moment of pleasure as the rubber cock filled her, stretching her in a way she had never felt before. It was not painful, but this thing was quite at her limit for size, especially with her legs pinched together. Her puffy, overly sensitive pussy lips parted easily, though, and the intruder pushed at her sex until it found its way deep within her. The cock was so large that each subsequent thrust of cock actually moved Janice’s body forward and back. With her legs so close together, she had a hard time leveraging her body back against the thrusts to prevent her body from getting dragged along slightly with the monster. This made her mouth tug on her husband’s cock quite seductively.
Janice felt the pleasure intensifying as the two cocks filled her, the sensation a mix of soft and hard, warm and cold. She felt the pleasure grow with each thrust, the maid bot’s rubber cock pushing deeper and deeper into her while her husband’s soft cock distracted her nicely. Janice felt her orgasm build quickly. All of the weekend and today’s anticipation coming to a close had her body tingling and trembling from the pleasure of the double penetration. She felt her husband’s hands on her head—controlling—and she loved it.
Janice remained on all fours in a satisfied daze, her body still buzzing from her multi-orgasmic climax. She felt fuller than ever, with her pussy swollen from the brutal size of the maid bot’s cock. She had a hard time catching her breath as her husband’s soft cock was still nestled in her mouth, the warmth and weight of it a welcome reminder of the wild fucking. Gently, Janice sighed, her body still thrumming with pleasure. She felt the warmth of her husband’s crotch pressed against her face, and she savored the feeling. She was tired but happy, and she knew that she needed a rest, but would he let her?
Janice trembled in excited anticipation as her husband’s strong hands commanded her to stand. She felt a secret thrill of pleasure as her husband held her wrists above her head with one hand, leaving her submissively captive. Her mind raced with questions about the source of her orgasm, but she was too enthralled by the moment to turn around and see. Did the maid bot have a secret hidden retractable cock? Was it wearing a massive strap-on? Every kiss from her husband sent shivers throughout her body as he moved slowly behind her. She felt a thrill as he commanded the maid bot to hold her wrists and an even greater thrill as the bot’s strength rendered her immobile for real. Janice’s heart raced as she felt her husband move around in front of her, and she put on a show of writhing and play-fighting against the bot’s grip while secretly trying to catch her breath. He was just watching her, inspecting her like a rack of meat at the market, appraising her new body and the flush of her skin. Every sensation was heightened by his intense gaze, and her body was alive with pleasure as her husband continued to admire her.
Janice felt a mix of pride and post-orgasmic bliss overwhelm her as her lover stepped closer, and his hands began to inspect, lightly slap, and tease every inch of her body. The sensation of his fingertips delicately probing her thick blowjob lips sent shivers up her spine. His rough hands then worked her newly larger breasts and very sensitive hard nipples, causing her to moan unexpectedly. He paused as his hands traveled down to her stomach—a man appreciating a little delayed gratification—and then he dove in to feel her excessively puffy pussy lips. Especially since she had just cum hard, the pleasure of his touch on her sex surprised her as it coursed through her body. Janice was amazed at just how extra sensitive her pussy had become from the spa treatment her lover had chosen for her. His touch was gentle yet firm, and she could feel the heat emanating from his hands as he explored her every puffy crease and crevice with abandon. Janice felt herself fall deeper into a state of arousal as he continued to massage her body, teasing her with his fingertips and sending waves of pleasure through her. She had never felt so alive, and she was grateful for this moment of pure bliss. Was it possible she was already building a new orgasm already?
Her body quivered as he walked behind her with his fingers still massaging her clit. She felt the warmth of his body as he pressed against her, the heat of his breath on her neck. She felt his other hand wrap around her wrists, gently yet firmly taking over for the bot. His touch sent a tingle through her body. He began pushing her forward until her thighs pressed against the bed. She felt the soft sheets, and a thrill of anticipation ran through her. What did he have in mind? He repositioned her hands, lowering them and putting them behind her back, making sure that she couldn’t move. Then he pushed her body down, bending her at the waist, bending her over the bed, preparing her body for something. Another brutal fucking from the bot? Did he want to watch from a different angle? Would the bot hold her wrists tight behind her, using them to push impossibly deep into her core?
As his lips pressed against her neck and shoulder, her body seemed to melt into the mattress beneath her. She felt his hands encircle her wrists. He pulled them apart and down to the bed, binding them to her sides, and her breath caught in her throat. His body moved against hers in a sensuous rhythm, and she felt the pleasure of his movements wash over her. He let his cock rest on her puffy slit, sliding it up and down. His cock pushed between them, but the angle was wrong for penetration, but perfect to let him hot-dog her sensitive sex. She gasped, arching her back and pushing herself further into his embrace, desperate for him to take her even though her senses were already overwhelmed.
She gasped in pleasure and arched her back, feeling his cock enter her. He moved in and out of her with increasing speed, pushing her further and further into a state of bliss. His speed slowly increased, painfully slowly. He was like a freight train building up steam, pistons thrusting ever quicker as his train left the station. She cried out in pleasure, her whole body shaking as he brought her closer and closer to her orgasm. Finally, she let out a shuddering gasp of ecstasy as she felt herself crest over the edge. Her body fell limp, but her pussy clamped a steady rhythm, milking him for every drop. He pulled out of her, laying down beside her, and she turned to him, his arms wrapping around her and pulling her close. She melted into his embrace, feeling the warmth and strength of him surrounding her.
It didn’t take him long at all to recover his wits. He looked at her with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Why don’t you put on something a little more...sexy than neked?” he asked, intentionally messing up the last word. She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She was shocked at the audacity; how could he expect so much of her so fast? But her mind was already planning what to wear that might work best to get some more cock, a little surprised at her own stamina and unending interest. She had expected sexy time to be done, but if she was going to be getting gussied up, he must have a plan for her. “Go get something. Something that will make me weak in the knees,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Actually, I know exactly what I want you to wear. Go into my bedside drawer and pull out the cellophane package and the shoes, don’t open the brown bags. Put the clothes on.
Scared and a little jealous, she did exactly as she was told without hesitation. She wondered if these clothes had been for her but doubted it. The bot was an easier source of kinky dress-up sexy time because it didn’t have human limitations or inhibitions, but then again, Janice didn’t have bot limitations, and she could be the best of both worlds, and she would prove it by wearing whatever the fuck he had bought for his bot fuck toy.
He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she slowly put on the stockings and worked her way into the corset. It was clear he wanted a show, and she made sure to tantalize him. She felt a thrill of anticipation as she ran her hands down her long legs, standing sideways to him to show off her long legs and new, perky side boobs. The tight, boned corset bra cups had no fronts allowing her breasts to jut out, exposed to his sight and touch and the nip of the cool evening air. She shivered as she imagined his hands pinching her nipples and his tongue licking her sensuous skin. The corset also had a built-in garter which she took her time clipping to her stockings. When she reached for the panties, she noticed him wave his hand dismissively, and she quickly discarded them back into the cellophane bag. Lastly, she tried to put on the shoes. At first, she tried standing, as she had done, to look seductive while putting on the stockings and garter hooks. But these stiletto heels were nearly ballet-tall, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to walk in them. She prayed he didn’t expect her to move much with these torture devices on, as she would be lucky to make it to the bed without falling. Maybe he would be content with fucking her right over the chair she was using? The shoes would even be a kind of bondage, keeping her trapped in his bedroom, unable to leave. She would be his kept sex slave, and she loved that idea. A nice bonus, though, is she would not have to think about keeping her toes pointed to look sexy.
Once dressed as commanded, she stood up, calves straining to stay up. She stood with her body posture proud, but her head and eyes looking down as a sign of her continued submission.
He smiled, his eyes lingering on her curves. “You look amazing,” he said, his voice soft. She smiled, feeling a bit embarrassed at the compliment.
“Now, let’s talk about what you’re going to do for me,” he said, his voice low and seductive. She felt her heart skip a beat as she looked up at him. What more could he want? He was so handsome even in his older years, and she could feel the heat radiating off of him. He ran his fingers through her hair, sending shivers down her spine again. He leaned in and kissed her neck, sending sparks of electricity throughout her body. “You are going to be my personal sex slave,” he whispered in her ear. Her nipples sang with pleasure at his words and their meaning. She gasped softly, her eyes widening in surprise. She felt her cheeks heat up in embarrassment, and she looked away. He chuckled softly and cupped her chin. “Don’t worry,” he said, his voice gentle. “I’ll make sure you enjoy it. You know I’m into pleasure, not pain, but you might not know that I desire complete submission, and I want to see if you can do it.” He kissed her again, this time more passionately. She felt her heart flutter in her chest, and she closed her eyes, giving herself completely to him, more than she ever had.
“Now,” he began, his voice low and commanding. “You will do whatever I say. No questions asked; you don’t need to speak unless answering a question. And if you learned anything from the bot, I expect you to really put on a show of submission and don’t hide your own pleasure and moans.” She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never been so aroused in her life yet so scared. She was terrified that she would not be able to come through and that her humanness would ruin the fantasy. She could not let the bot win.
He smiled and led her over to the bed. “You were amazing, I’ve noticed how much work you have put into your body, but I had not expected you to gussy yourself up and modify your body to look like a maid bot fuck toy; that was a surprise. Are you keeping the... as you like to call them... bolt-on-tits?” he whispered in her ear. She smiled and cuddled up against him, knowing the question was rhetorical and feeling more satisfied than she ever had before. She had discovered a new part of herself, and she was ready to explore it further. A new submissive pet personality that had been hiding below. Maybe there was even some pornstar experience and girlfriend experience role-playing in their future. For the first time in her life, she was completely confident that she could be anything he wanted and do anything he asked of her. There were nagging doubts, of course, but she felt oddly sure she could do whatever he wanted, especially if he commanded her like a maid bot fuck toy and said something sexy like “initiate sexy time mode.”
“I was glad you decided to obey. You look beautiful,” his voice was low and husky. She couldn’t help but blush even more at his words, feeling his breath on her skin as he spoke. He moved his hand to her neck and then slid it down her body, feeling every curve and crevice. His touch was gentle but firm, and his fingers sent shivers down her spine. Something about his touch was different, though, it had always been loving, and it still was, but the way he was touching her then was more like he owned her. He looked as though he was appraising a brand-new off the lot luxury car like he was enjoying her curves and features instead of trying to pleasure or impress her as he usually would. She heard something metal tinkle in his hand as he moved to touch her with his other. Her attention was piqued when he opened his hand in front of her face; in it were three tiny gold locks.
“With just these 3 locks, I’ll keep you dressed sexy like this for as long as I please,” he said, putting his hands under one of her knees and lifting, forcing one of her stiletto ballerina shoes to come up to rest on the bed at her ass. He clicked one lock to her shoe, then he repeated it on the other shoe. With these two locks, she knew that she would be in these terrible shoes for as long as he wanted her to be. She also realized that she wouldn’t be taking off the stockings until the shoes came off. Then she realized that the last lock was for the corset, so she bent slightly at the waist, offering the zipper in the back to him. He smiled and snapped the third lock on, locking her into these extremely sexy clothes. She was actually amazed that he did not have her in bondage gear already. He had locked her wrists, ankles, and throat into bondage cuffs for most of a day once but never locked her into body-enhancing sexy lingerie.
He leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Now, I want you to do something for me. I want you to dance for me.” She sat there, frozen for a moment, unsure of what to do at first. He laughed and said, “Don’t worry, I’m not demanding anything you can’t do. I was just demanding that you dance. Just move your body to the music however you feel comfortable. Let me see what you can do.” He sat back on the bed to watch while calling out to the house computer to play some strip club music for them. She took a deep breath, gathered her wits, then stood up, amazed that she was up on her feet in these heels, then closed her eyes and began to sway her hips to the music. She moved her arms and legs gracefully, feeling each beat and letting the music take control of her body. He must have been watching her intently, mesmerized by her beauty and grace because she could hear his breathing change as she put on her show.
“You look so gorgeous, I want to take you right now, but I’m not going to be doing any more fucking today. I am spent. But I want to watch you cum again. I never knew how hot it could be to just watch you cum while not distracted by my own pleasure. What a gift that was.” She blushed and looked away, feeling embarrassed by his words. He stood and moved closer to her and kissed her neck, sending shivers down her spine even though she knew it wouldn’t lead to her getting cock this time. He moved away but kept his arms around her waist. He looked into her eyes and said, “You had no idea how beautiful you are. And I know just what would accent your body in such a sexy way. You need an assistant.” He took her hand and led her to the bed, where he laid her down, positioning her so that her head was in the middle of the bed at the head of the bed. She expected him to start pulling ropes up and tying her hands and ankles to the bed spread eagle, but then he just left her lying there bewildered.
She can see him step into the shadows with the maid bot and whisper something into its ear. Then he joined Janice in the bed again while the maid bot disappeared down the hall. Janice didn’t move, feeling that he just wanted to admire her body some more. He traced one finger along her body softly while he waited for something. The bot re-entered the room wearing exactly the same clothing and ballet shoes as Janice in exactly the same way, with locks and all. He clearly had more than one set of the clothing Janice was wearing; the only difference was that the bot’s entire set was pink. Janice wasn’t even jealous this time; instead, she was filled with anticipation and excitement. She wondered for a moment how she could have such sexual stamina that her 20-year-old self would have been impressed, but the moment passed as the bot approached, looking extremely sexy.
The maid bot was instructed to get on top of Janice in the 69 position. Janice had never done this before, and the thought of it made her both aroused and embarrassed. She felt her face flush with heat, her nipples hardening as the maid bot moved closer and then sat on her, straddling her chest.
The darkness of evening had enveloped the bedroom, save for the soft, romantic glow of the bathroom light reflecting off the tile, bathing Janice and the maid bot in its comforting embrace. In the dim light, Janice noticed a glint of metal she had never seen before and realized that there was an overly large and long piercing running right through the maid bot’s clit. Distracted by it, Janice wanted nothing more than to get her hands on it to feel it, but she could not move. Janice was pinned beneath the bot’s body, which seemed to fit perfectly with hers. She felt the curves of the bot’s rubber body pressing into her own and their smooth skins sliding together as they moved. Janice shivered as the bot’s breath tickled her inner thighs, and the smell of rubber and lubricant filled and tickled her nose. Moaning softly, she rocked her hips in time with the bot’s movements, the sensation building inside her until it felt like her inner walls were quivering.
Janice felt that it was impossible for her to be enjoying sexual pleasure again so soon. But she had no time to contemplate the source of her inhuman stamina as the bot’s inhumanly heavy body repositioned, pinning Janice’s wrists and legs to the bed, and the feeling of being in bondage without bondage gear or ropes was both thrilling and comforting. There was no escape from the heavy chassis of the robot without help, yet it was not crushing her; instead, it was bracing its weight and holding her down carefully. Janice felt her heart racing with anticipation as the bot pushed her legs even further apart, granting it even more access.
Janice felt a wave of pleasure wash over her as the bot’s hands roved her body, exploring every inch of her curves that it could reach. It was still pinning her down, masterfully using its forearms while freeing up its hands for pleasure. She gasped as the bot’s fingertips grazed her clitoris, her hips involuntarily arching up to meet the touch, but the search for pleasure was denied. Sensations she’d never experienced before rippled through her body, pleasure radiating from her center as the bot circled her finger around her sensitive nub. Janice’s breathing became labored, and her heart raced, but the bot stopped suddenly. Janice had been SOOOO close!
The bot spun its body around, its hands quickly pinning Janice’s hands to the bed as it leaned down to kiss her. The bot had also moved one knee between Janice’s legs and was masterfully pressing the rubber flesh against Janice’s puffy pussy lips. Janice felt herself melting into the kiss, her body responding to the bot’s touch. She felt the bot lover lower one hand to press some fingers up inside her, her hips rocking as the bot thrust into her slowly. Impossibly the bot used its other hand to massage Janice’s stomach, effectively pinching Janice’s G-spot between the bot’s fingers from the inside and out. The impossible part was that any real woman would have fallen face first into the bed with their hands both working Janice’s pleasure down there, but the bot had found a balance so that it could continue passionately kissing Janice. The bot increased the intensity of its movements, sending Janice’s pleasure to new heights, and Janice felt her orgasm begin to build again. She writhed on the bed, her nails digging into her own palms as the pleasure intensified. Finally, with one final flutter of rubber fingers and a deeply satisfying rubbery french kiss, Janice let out a long, shuddering cry as yet another orgasm crashed through her body. She didn’t hold back, and she almost made a show of it. At first, she thought she was doing it to try and coax her husband into another round, but then something nagged at her; he had told her much earlier this evening not to hide her pleasure, and she could only hope now that she had pleased him.
The maid bot stayed with her, her body pressed against Janice’s as she felt the aftershocks of her orgasm. She felt the bot’s hands stroking her hair, her lips pressing gentle kisses to her forehead. This freed up Janice’s mouth for some desperately needed breathing to catch her breath. Her husband watched from the corner of the room, his eyes filled with admiration. The show had probably been one of the best of his life.
The bot moved to straddle Janice’s hips. Janice was still pinned on the bed, her wrists pinned above her, but her legs were held wide, with her thighs now pinned under the bot’s ankles. Her body was still trembling from the experience. Even though she could not hug the bot to thank it, she felt content, satisfied, and happy. She had just experienced something new, something she never thought she would do. A single tear flowed down her cheek to the bed to join her pleasure sweat there.
Janice’s post-orgasmic bliss was intense and all-encompassing, radiating through her every fiber. The bot was still pinning her down, and Janice’s legs were still being held spread to their limit. Her husband had taken advantage of her sexual vulnerability and pressed something hard and cold deep into her sex, making Janice intensely curious about what it was and what it was to be used for.
All the sex and pleasure had her feeling sleepy, and the weight of the bot was almost like a comfort blanket. She hardly noticed when the bot stood up and walked into the shadows again, becoming a part of them, still as night.
She also hardly noticed when her husband crawled onto the bed behind her and started manipulating her body. As she drifted off into a blissful sleep, she felt her husband tie her wrists together and then up to the head of the bed. Then he tied her ankles together and down to the foot of the bed, giving her only enough freedom to flip over in the middle of the night. He knew how much she loved sleeping in bondage from their other rare experimentation. She loved the thought that her body was available, without her input, at all times of the night. Of course, her body was always available to her husband, but something about being tied made it much more daring and submissive. Even though Janice could no longer see the bot standing in the shadows, she knew it was there. And it would be an ever-present reminder of her new life as “one of his sex slaves.” He had not said that earlier, but she realized her new place. At least for this game, for as long as it took, she was equal to the maid bot. Her body was now built like a factory-made sex toy, and her demeanor was complete submissiveness; she was his sex slave, and so was the maid bot. How were they different except in technical abilities?
As Janice drifted off to sleep, she dreamt of her husband forcing the bot into a tight and strict standing spread eagle at the foot of the bed, stretching it beyond what any human woman could endure. She felt a strange mix of emotions as she enjoyed her dream, both aroused and fascinated. The image of the bot in such a compromising position stirred something inside her that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. But none of that mattered as real sleep took her.